Great Dao Ji

The tide of Lailong River never falls, and the river water rushes to the sky.

The mountains and forests on both sides of the river are suddenly blown by strong winds, and the grass, trees, mud and sand are rolling like dragons.

Thousands of monks in the air are struggling and shouting, their blood boiling, and their voices are hoarse.

In the sky, the golden roc stretches out its claws from the air, trying to grab the mountain!

This scene is too terrifying, and Zhu Dahai can't help shaking.

He has been in danger for many years, and his perception of danger is far greater than that of ordinary people, and he also bears deeper fear than ordinary people!

"Is this a monster from this world?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, staring at the sky.

This golden-winged roc is as big as a star, with a wingspan of thousands of miles, and its feathers are golden and can cover the sun, but if that's all, its size will not be bigger than the ten big monsters in the human world.

What caught his attention was the blood that was like substance and hotter than magma. The blood was like the sea. Under the blessing of the endless blood, the physique of this golden-winged roc was so strong that it was amazing!

The blood of a golden-winged roc was more terrifying than the combined population of a city of tens of millions!

However, his eyes flashed and he looked to the northwest.

More than a hundred miles away in the northwest, a white robe flashed on the top of a shaking and trembling barren mountain.

That was Lan Shuixian.

"Hu~"

Lan Shuixian exhaled slowly.

The practice of martial arts is based on the "cave heaven". Whether in ancient times or now, only those who have cultivated into the "cave heaven" are great. Once they have cultivated into the cave heaven, not only will they have a lifespan of three thousand years, but every move will also be blessed by the cave heaven.

Although this golden-winged roc is powerful, it seems to be underage and cannot be considered a great power.

But even if he is not a great power, he is not a master of the realm of all laws.

His mind moved, and his eyes fell on Mo Baobao who was eager to try: "Baby, although this golden-winged roc has not cultivated into the 'cave heaven', it is also a great master of the realm of 'all laws'. It depends on you to take action."

At this time, he understood a little.

It is not a coincidence that Mo Baobao can take away the 'Sumeru Golden Mountain' after going down the mountain. Perhaps the headmaster has already calculated this scene.

To lend a hand.

"Yeah."

Mo Baobao nodded excitedly, rubbed his fingers, and pointed to the sky: "Xiao Jin, knock that bird down for me!"

Buzz~

Mo Baobao shouted lightly, and a golden sun suddenly appeared from behind him, and the shadow of the towering mountain was reflected in the sky.

Boom!

The airflow of thousands of miles was instantly shattered by the shadow of the extremely brutal mountain. The visible air wave was like a river in the sky, blowing away the clouds and blowing the golden-winged roc with wings spread for thousands of miles!

This golden light was as bright as the sun. The moment it appeared, it had illuminated the nine heavens. The golden light was like a waterfall. Wherever it shone, all the invisible things in the void appeared in layers.

The Lailong River was raging, and the sudden strong winds on many mountains and rivers on both sides of the river seemed to be completely defeated by some terrifying force. The dust and sand on the ground were also pressed off the ground by some terrifying breath.

Many scattered cultivators who were flying across the sky and were about to be swallowed by the golden-winged roc also fell from the sky and smashed into the earth and the river.

An invisible and heavy oppression instantly filled everyone's heart.

The world seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Everyone looked up and saw the shadow of a majestic and sacred mountain stretching between heaven and earth. The moment it appeared, it turned from virtual to real, just like the earth rising into the sky, smashing towards the golden-winged roc tens of thousands of feet high in the sky!

Cry~

The moment the golden light appeared, the golden roc in the sky seemed to have sensed something and flapped its wings and cried.

The big wings flapped, emptying the dust of thousands of hectares, and the sound waves raged, stirring the sky for thousands of miles. It was visible to the naked eye that countless runes flowed in the golden light formed by the endless blood and energy.

At the moment when the "Sumeru Golden Mountain" soared into the sky, there were also tens of millions of sword energies in the golden light, and the storm also went down the river.

It turned into an endless torrent of magical powers, trying to stop the Xumi Golden Mountain!

All dharmas are only the body.

When the realm of all dharmas is achieved, one can transform into tens of millions of dharmas, and the blood and energy are stirred, just like tens of millions of cultivators attacking at the same time.

The sound was extremely powerful.

Boom! Boom!

The sky and the earth were shaking under the shocking collision. Mountains collapsed everywhere, and the river water boiled and flowed back. Even the Qianshan Mountain, which stood beside the mountains and rose from the ground like a sword from the sky.

And the mansion that was looming in the divine light was also shaken, and ripples splashed on the prohibition.

"Taiyi Sect's Xumi Golden Mountain!"

Someone exclaimed, recognizing the shadow of the mountain in the sky.

Taiyi Sect has nine true forms, and Xumi Golden Mountain is one of them. It is a marquis-level spiritual treasure with boundless power. It can smash the stars and the moon and sink the earth.

"Xumeri Golden Mountain."

The outline of Xumi Golden Mountain was reflected in An Qisheng's eyes.

This Xumi Golden Mountain contains extremely profound legal principles. It is not only a spiritual treasure, but also contains a complete inheritance of the true form, spiritual appearance, incarnation, Tiangang, all laws, cave heaven, until the shattering of the vacuum and the return to the realm of unity!

Boom!

The collision lasted for a much shorter time than anyone imagined. The golden-winged roc with wings spread for thousands of miles was hit by the shadow of the Xumi Golden Mountain.

First, it soared thousands of feet and spilled blood in the sky, and then fell down like a meteor, pulling out a series of violent burning white gas.

It was actually knocked down from the sky by a blow!

Buzz~

The shadow of the Xumi Golden Mountain was released and retracted. On the top of the barren mountain, Mo Baobao's face was pale and he almost fell to the ground.

"Brother, I can't do it! Xiao Jin is too heavy, I can't smash that bird to death!"

The little guy fell on his buttocks, sweating profusely, and yelled loudly as if he was dehydrated.

Xumi Jinshan is a marquis-level spiritual treasure, with a cave world inside, and has the power to shatter the vacuum. How can a little guy like him, who is at the spiritual level, activate it.

This shadow of Xumi is still the spontaneous power of the spiritual treasure, and he just holds the "key" in his hand.

"Xumi Jinshan of Taiyi Sect!"

A painful roar came from the cracks in the mountains and rivers and the collapse of the earth.

A heroic young man wearing a golden armor stained red by blood stood up in the ruins, and bursts of "crackling" sounds of broken bones came from his body.

Blood and qi spread around him like mist, and the law in the blood and qi could be faintly seen.

Huh~

He took a deep breath, and the blood around him flowed back, drilling into his body through the pores all over his body, without bleeding.

But even so, his face was still pale, and his body was shaking unconsciously, and he was seriously injured.

He was shocked and angry.

He didn't expect that a junior of Taiyi Sect would actually carry Xumi Jinshan. The weight of this blow was almost unbearable even for his physique.

If he hadn't been wearing a magic armor, he would have been either dead or disabled. Even so, he was almost blown up on the spot.

"Daoist friend of the Golden Winged Dapeng clan, why are you here?"

Lan Shuixian stood up and blocked in front of Mo Baobao, covering the aggressive and cold eyes.

There are nine states in the world, of which the demon race occupies one state, the ancient relic species occupies one state, and the remaining seven states are all owned by the human race, and the four seas and islands belong to the dragon and phoenix clans.

The rest of the small clans live in seclusion in many oases in the boundless desert sea.

This is the rule set by Guanglong Supreme when he divided the world 30,000 years ago. Even though Guanglong Supreme has been in the world for more than 20,000 years, it has not changed.

Few people violate this taboo.

Because Guanglong Supreme's imperial court still stands above the clouds in Zhongzhou.

"Dongzhou is the ancestral land of my demon race. If you humans can occupy it, my demon race can't even come here?"

The heroic young man looked at Lan Shuixian coldly: "What the three holy places can't do, you, a junior of Taiyi Sect, are qualified?"

"You bastard, you dare to scold my senior brother!"

Mo Baobao was so angry that he jumped up and down, pinched the magic formula with his fingers, and pointed at him: "Look, I'll smash you to death!"

Bang!

The young man's hair stood up, and he flashed through the air and moved ten miles horizontally, shouting: "You dare to attack?!"

Xumi Jinshan is a marquis-level spiritual treasure. Even if this junior can't use it at full power, he can still seriously injure or even kill him. How can he not be afraid?

Huh~

Lan Shuixian stretched out his hand and held Mo Baobao's finger.

There are three holy places in Dongzhou, and Taiyi Sect is second. The Golden Winged Royal Family is the leader of the birds of the demon race, and is called the second royal family of the demon race together with the Divine Ape Clan.

Their strength is comparable to that of the human race's holy place.

"The golden armor of the Great Peng, the cultivation of all methods, I wonder what your sequence is among the contemporary holy sons of the Golden Winged Royal Family?"

Lan Shuixian's eyes moved slightly.

The demon race is more blessed than the human race. Those with strong bloodlines often transform into human beings, which is equivalent to the realm of "transformation of gods". The Golden Winged Royal Family is even more outstanding among them, and often has the number of Tiangang in their transformation.

And this young man has already cultivated all methods before he reaches adulthood. Even in the Golden Winged Dapeng clan, he is not an ordinary person.

"You, a human, have some knowledge."

The heroic young man looked at Mo Baobao, who was standing with his hands on his waist and staring, with fear, and his breath stabilized: "I am Peng Sixteen!"

The order of the saints of the demon race is like the order of the true disciples of the human race. He ranks sixteenth, which is equivalent to the sixteenth true disciple of the human race's holy land.

This surprised Mo Baobao. The realm of all laws is only sixteen. How can this generation of the demon race be so powerful?

"Sixteen?"

Lan Shuixian was also slightly surprised, but only for a moment.

The human race is different from the demon race. Before the great power, the life span of the demon race was far longer than that of the human race. There may be people of the same generation who have lived for more than a thousand years, but the human race obviously cannot.

Be it Taiyi Sect or the three holy lands, the true disciples are changed every hundred years, while the demon race is a thousand years.

Peng Sixteen should compare himself with the top ten generations of true disciples in the three holy lands, not the contemporary ones.

"Since you know I'm coming, why don't you get out of here!"

Peng Shiliu glanced at Lan Shuixian indifferently: "Your spiritual image is well condensed, and your divine body is about to condense. You should be one of the true disciples of this generation of Taiyi Sect? If you retreat now, I can still spare your life!"

"Don't care if you are Shiliu or Shisan, don't even think about stealing our things. Get out of here quickly, or I will smash you into a pancake!"

Mo Baobao clenched his fists and waved them, with golden light looming, as if he was about to attack again.

After swallowing a few treasure pills, he was in a much better state.

"Asshole!"

Peng Shiliu's face twitched, and veins on both sides of his forehead popped up: "My ancestors are in the Qian Mountain, and this mountain should belong to me!"

He was a little afraid of this little thing with a sky-high braid. This naughty kid was too fierce.

"You dare to scold me!"

Mo Baobao's emotions were visible on his face, and he wanted to attack when he was angry.

Peng Shiliu's face was as black as iron. He looked at Lan Shuixian coldly, then stepped back again, crossed the 100-mile-wide Lailong River, and went to the other side:

"What a great Taiyi Sect. I will remember you!"

"Fellow Daoist Shiliu, please remember it firmly. Don't forget it."

Lan Shuixian touched Mo Baobao's head and said lightly: "The previous master has passed away. You and I have a predestined relationship with him. Let's rely on our own abilities."

Huh~

After that, the two of them also floated away.

A few people dispersed, and it seemed that they had already gone to the Qian Mountain. The group of casual cultivators who survived the disaster were still in fear. Although they were extremely unwilling, most of them were scared away.

No matter whether the human race was good or evil, they could always communicate, but for the demon race, humans were no different from other beasts. Lions and tigers could be eaten, so humans were naturally just food in their eyes.

"Golden Winged Dapeng"

An Qisheng reached out from the void and grabbed a faint breath in his hand.

The Sumeru Golden Mountain almost blew up the Golden Peng with one blow, so naturally there was nothing left. At this time, in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, a dark golden spiritual imprint was slowly forming.

Beside him, Zhu Dahai grinned, as if celebrating that he had escaped a disaster. Beside him was Gan Lu who was saved by An Qisheng.

"Demons, how could there be demons?"

Gan Lu was sweating profusely, his hands and feet were limp, and he collapsed to the ground after a near-death experience, as if he had lost his ability to move.

Those who have condensed their true forms have extremely strong physical vitality, so they will not die from falling from a high altitude.

But he was the only one who survived the previous boat. The others did not die in the mouth of the monsters, but were hacked to death by their own people when many people were struggling in mid-air.

"Little guy, little guy."

An Qisheng was collecting the scattered spirit of the big bird, and Zhu Dahai seemed to feel something, as if he was a little happy, but also a little scared:

"That mountain, there is something in that mountain looking at me."

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