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Tu Shanjun can clearly feel his own thoughts and can also activate the carrying avenue.

Life and death, yin and yang, reincarnation.

Reflecting for eternity.

Ghosts, gods, demons, and immortals.

Trinity.

Both virtual and real.

The book of life and death flutters the flag pages, but the judge's pen has not yet come down.

The wheel behind turns into the wheel of merit and seems to become the core of the loom of destiny.

The black and red avenue threads manifest themselves in the universe under the tightening of the wheel, as if they are an intangible medium rooted in the heaven, earth and universe.

When the fog comes, the howling wind blows the star boat.

In the spreading Buddha light, Xiao Yiye stood tenaciously and roared.

The old ape in the sea of ​​​​consciousness roared angrily, and the breath like a waterfall stirred up his cassock, revealing the golden armor inside.

Three flowers gather at the top.

The five qi are in full swing.

The ghost's hand clenched the weapon in his hand, and with one powerful blow, the six paths rotated. At this moment, the fist and the hammer perfectly matched to form a shuttle that flowed against the golden ocean.

The old Buddha's surprised thunder sound was like the thunder and rain falling from the sky: "It is indeed the sky of the devil's land."

"The donor has already begun to get a glimpse of the door. He can still fight hard under Lao Na's body-holding technique. If the donor is at the same level as Lao Na, Lao Na will probably not be the donor's opponent."

"donor."

"Don't be so persistent."

"When you reach the highest level one day, you will thank me for your guidance to the benefactor."

The trinity Tushan Junpo had no choice but to use his three heads and six arms.

Showing countless ghosts and gods.

Green face, fangs, red hair.

The head is like Mount Tai, and the fangs are like the mountains.

The eyes with double pupils are like two suns.

The soul-honoring hammer seems to be supporting the divine pillar.

Even so, under the pressure of the Buddha's hand, the body was still trapped in time and space.

Gritting his teeth, hoarse rage rolled out of his throat: "I thank your mother!"

"My mother has passed away a long time ago. If the benefactor really wants to thank me, I can use my magical power to summon her so that the benefactor can thank me in person."

Tushanjun's dragon-like body swelled once again.

With three heads and six arms, he raised the hammer in his hand that looked like Optimus Prime.

"King of Ghosts,"

"Reincarnation!"

The mysterious breath of yin and yang is leaping, and the power of life and death is abundant.

Eighteen emperors hang down from the crown of flat heaven, and hell transforms into emperor's clothes.

"Holy shit!"

Lord Yoshima opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Tushanjun, who displayed his full strength to resist the old Buddha.

He finally realized that the same Sanhua Daojun also had obvious strengths and weaknesses.

No wonder Tushanjun dared to boast and confront their ancestor of the Nether Clan. With the terrifying strength that Tushanjun showed now, he should be able to catch up with his ancestor.

Even the old Buddha from the West came to ‘invite’ him personally.

This is someone who truly has the foundation to become an ancient emperor.

laugh!

Buddha's light transforms.

The flesh and blood of the Tao body melted into raging steam.

…

Dongyue.

The clear sky lake building of Jianmu Shrine.

Zu Weng stood up and was about to draw his sword, but before he could take action, a big hand came to cover his wrist, preventing the sword from being unsheathed.

Zu Weng was shocked and suddenly looked at the person holding his wrist. He was not his ally, but also the real helmsman of Dongyue: Qingdi.

"What does this mean, fellow Taoist?!"

Zu Weng was solemn, his golden eyes flashed with doubts and vigilance.

Could it be that I made the wrong choice again this time?

Xitian is also eyeing Yintian. If Xitian and Qingdi reach some kind of agreement, it is extremely possible to sacrifice Tushanjun.

Thinking of this, Zu Weng held the hand holding the sword a little tighter.

The terrifying power of the Taoist Infinite Master filled the entire Shenmu Tianhu.

"Fellow Taoist, please be patient." Qingdi smiled and said nothing.

"In such an urgent situation, do you want me to calm down?!"

The ancestor was furious and shouted: "Our sect's hope is tied to a thread, how can we be stable?"

As he spoke, he drew his sword.

Keng!

Clang!

The sword has not been drawn yet.

A big hand still calmly held Zu Weng's wrist.

The ancestor looked at the Qing Emperor, his eyes were full of sword color, Taiyi Geng's golden energy traveled across the heavens, his silver hair danced wildly, and he said in a deep voice: "Is it possible that my fellow Taoist made an agreement with Xitian, and wanted to use him in exchange for Xitian's support, so he stopped me from taking action? Fellow Taoist can hold down my sword, but he cannot hold me down as the Infinite Lord."

Qingdi shook his head slightly and said, "Fellow Taoist, do you know why you always fail?"

"Even Wuliangzun's cultivation is on the verge of collapse."

"Why?"

"Because you can't keep calm."

"For one thing, I want to use the old Buddha's hands to hone the path of Tu Shanjun and Wu Rong."

"Secondly, someone has to take a stand."

"Take a stand?"

The ancestor looked at Qingdi in surprise.

"good."

Qingdi nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist care makes you confused. You cannot see the whole picture clearly. You also forget that we want to complete the big plan and not care about one person's gains and losses."

"who?"

"The Feathered Immortal Lord?" Zu Weng was still wary of the Qing Emperor, and at the same time he was also thinking calmly about who it should be.

"Fellow Taoist, just wait and see what happens."

…

The ghosts and gods with three heads and six arms tried their best, but they could only slow down the old Buddha's magical power.

Wu Rong suddenly stood up and twisted.

The destiny transforms into heaven.

Burning blood.

"roar!"

The evil ghost roared and seemed to be making a last attempt, but in the blink of an eye it was washed away by the Buddha's light.

The power of the Great Divine Power is still too terrifying, and Tushanjun is not at his full strength. The 'Thousand Gods and Ghost Emperor' who can barely use 20% of his mana to perform the Three Flowers of the Rotation has reached his limit at this moment.

"well."

A faint sigh came from the void.

The calm River Styx suddenly boiled and turned into a boundless sea of ​​blood.

A thin figure strolled over.

Dao Ying carries a sword on his back.

The long beard is fluttering, the robe is hunting, and the fairy catkins surround the body, which seems real and illusory.

Without much hesitation, he opened his mouth and spat out a blood-colored bead. The inside of the bead seemed to be a beating heart, and it released a huge amount of blood light, covering up the sun and the sky and submerging the universe.

At the same time, Taotao's blood light also collided with the great supernatural power of Buddha's light.

boom!

The world exploded.

The void shattered.

Ji Boshen was shocked and said in horror: "Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

The elders of the Nether Clan also exclaimed and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

The Buddha's light in the distant sky gradually faded but did not disappear. The old Buddha above the clouds said lightly: "Fellow Taoist Blood Sea, why should you practice Taoism on your own and ruin the Taoism of becoming an emperor?"

The Blood Sea Ancestor who came from the sea smiled. Everywhere he passed his eyes was the boundless sea of ​​blood. The long sword behind him buzzed, and he grabbed it: "The sword in my box is called 'Devil'." Luo Tu', killing people does not depend on the cause and effect."

"How much of the power of the ancestral weapons can you exert, fellow Taoist?"

The Blood Sea Ancestor, who floated like a demon fairy, laughed and said: "With the blood heart of the Styx, I can refine the magical power of the endless sea of ​​​​blood. I believe that fellow Taoists are just a forest of incarnations. I advise you, fellow Taoists, not to fight with me here. ”

The old man was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about the benefits of doing it.

The blood sea ancestor evolved into a blood sea in the middle of the Lian Ming River, and the big world in his body merged with the blood sea. Although he did not achieve the throne with this method of mending the sky, he could actually possess great supernatural powers here, which was really difficult to deal with.

a long time.

After seeing the silhouette of Patriarch Taiyi coming through the void, the old Buddha finally made up his mind, looked sideways at the three-headed and six-armed ghosts and gods, and said: "Donor, the Western Paradise is still open to the benefactor. If you are interested, come and cast it." The Western Land can be the great enlightened Bodhisattva."

"It is very promising to become a Buddha and become an ancestor one day."

"I've finished my words."

The Buddha didn't say anything about getting Yan Huahua's soul back, but drove the light westward.

…

"The power of the ancestors!"

"mighty!"

"..."

The Nether Tribe monks shouted fervently, and the Netherworld masters cheered. Now they finally saw the strength of their ancestors.

This is the great magical power that can be exerted in the Styx.

It is enough to show that even if the ancestor has not achieved the ancient emperor, he has already walked over half of his body.

It's just that you can't use your great supernatural powers to the outside world yet.

Now that the ancestors have forced the Buddha to retire from the West, how can we not inspire people?

"Ancestor, why are you here?" Mr. Xi Jian quickly flew forward and bowed respectfully.

"You take action to stop him. If I don't come, your lives will be at risk." The Blood Sea Ancestor sighed.

"Now that the ancestor is saving him from the hands of the Buddha, I believe he will be grateful to us."

"gratitude?"

The Blood Sea Ancestor gave a bitter smile. He looked at Ji Boxen and asked, "Does Bo Shen feel the same way?"

Ji Boxhen was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what the ancestor meant.

"I think that's how he behaves."

The Blood Sea Ancestor shook his head slightly and said: "I have told you to close the cave door tightly and recite the Taoist scriptures quietly. If you don't listen, you must stop him. If I don't take action today, the Nether Clan... I'm afraid there will be a big disaster. "

"So serious!" Ji Bo Shen was surprised.

The murderer was so stunned that it was difficult to express.

If they were given the choice again, they would definitely listen to their ancestor and never leave the cave.

But, will this really happen?

If they hadn't seen Tu Shanjun's strength, would they have stayed safe?

Only they will know this.

"The so-called gratitude..."

The Blood Sea Ancestor sighed quietly.

What kind of act of righteousness is nothing more than being calculated to death.

The Qing Emperor of Dongyue forced him to express his position.

No one can remain neutral in this change to the cloudy sky.

…

"How about it?"

The ancestor came to support Tushanjun, who had lost his magical power, and brought him a pill. After taking the elixir, Tushanjun immediately stabilized his body and quickly turned to look at Wu Rong. He heard the ancestor say: 'Don't worry, he is fine. It's just that the Tao blood was burned and the Qi and blood were depleted. He will be fine after cultivating for a while. ’

"It's okay, I'm holding up."

Tu Shanjun took a deep breath and bowed his hands in thanks: "Thank you, ancestor."

"Ouch."

Zu Weng's expression was complicated. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and said with emotion: "If you want to thank me, just thank Xuehai. He was the one who took action..."

He still didn't finish his sentence and walked straight towards the giant ship.

Tu Shanjun was stunned for a moment. Maybe the ancestor had something to hide. Without thinking about it, he flew over and said, "Thank you, Senior Xuehai, for your help."

The Blood Sea Patriarch looked at Tushanjun and said in return, "Fellow Taoist, is this Tushanjun?"

"Exactly." Only then did Tu Shanjun clearly see the appearance of the Blood Sea Ancestor.

Extremely prominent characteristics of the Hades.

He is nearly two feet tall, with a sword on his back, palms on his back, and feet on the endless sea of ​​blood. I heard from the Buddha just now that he can exert great supernatural powers in the sea of ​​​​blood of the Styx.

The Blood Sea Ancestor slightly cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are indeed very majestic."

"From now on, our clan is willing to listen to the orders of fellow Taoists!"

"You are welcome to assist the Lord of the Underworld."

While speaking, he looked at the Nether Clan powerful men beside him.

"I will obey my ancestor's order!"

All the powerful voices spoke in unison.

I ate something bad the day before yesterday, which caused me to have a fever. I haven't updated my self-cultivation. I'm really sorry.

Lingshan's physique is really bad.