I have a role in the heavens

In the Humanity Pavilion, there is a void in the sky. Qu Hanshu, the junior disciple of Master Dong from Sheji Academy, is surrounded by colorful flowers, colorful and colorful. Ancient and dark words faintly appeared on the surrounding jade-like mountain walls. Together with the scent of books, those who were in it felt open-minded, and their spiritual energy circulated faster than in the secret realm of Haoran Mansion. Up three points.

"I never expected that your qualifications are even better than that brat Dong Yinshu!"

As a voice sounded, strange and dark words flew out from the mountain walls on both sides. There were ancient imperial inscriptions, ancient Taoist inscriptions, medieval spiritual patterns, and even the unique scriptures of various sects in recent dynasties. As long as they were in Kun Countless words can be found in the words that have appeared in the virtual world, forming a vague figure. This figure is called the Master of Humanity.

"If Qu performs better than him, wouldn't it be Qu's turn to inherit the family fortune of Haoran Mansion? Then he would be troubled all day long."

Qu Han Shurong looked like a young man, and it was completely impossible to tell that he had lived for nearly a thousand years. He looked at the humane master in front of him with interest and replied indifferently.

The Confucian school of Sheji Academy has nine classics, namely Sword, Yi, Yue, Li, She, Yu, Jing, "The Sutra of Induction of Heaven and Man", and "The Sutra of the Holy Way". Among them, the last two classics are known as the best of the Sheji Academy. After tens of thousands of years, only a handful of people were able to complete the "Sutra of Induction of Heaven and Man", and only one person, Wang Shentong, was able to complete the "Sutra of the Holy Way".

Qu Hanshu has extraordinary qualifications. He has completed the first seven classics by himself. While practicing the "Sutra of the Holy Way", he became obsessed with evil and his body became rigid. He could only walk around the world in an incarnation. He was one of the three masters of Sheji Academy, and his status was equivalent to that of Yuan Daozhen.

The Lord of Humanity was very surprised when he heard this. His blurry figure quickly spun like a whirlpool and turned into a young man with black robes and fair skin. His delicate face showed a thoughtful expression. He looked at Qu Hanshu and spoke. said.

"I was still wondering why the Haoran lineage, which was the most unknown among the nine lines of Xuanzong, would be passed down the longest and most completely."

"May I ask, senior, when will the magical power be released?"

Zhouyi scriptures flashed through Qu Hanshu's eyes, and he wanted to explore the details of the non-human being in front of him, but he felt that the other party was like an infinite sea, and there was a fog blocking his eyes. The resulting picture scroll, no matter how it is poured onto paper, will be a landscape painting with profound meaning.

However, Qu Hanshu is not without gain. As a great scholar who is proficient in the Book of Changes, his Yi Dao cultivation is definitely the top in Kunxu Realm. By examining the heavenly secrets, he knows that the ruler of the human Dao will never be able to break free from the shackles of words. It is almost impossible. Become a real living being.

"That boy's talent is ten times more outstanding than yours. He has almost half of His Majesty's understanding and strength. He has absorbed all the essence of the "Sutra of the Holy Path". It won't be long before he can reach the realm of the Great Master. ”

The Lord of Humanity took a deep look at Qu Hanshu, and then told Wang Shentong about his retreat.

Hearing this, Qu Hanshu's face showed a look of joy. If Haoran Mansion has two great masters of the Supreme Way, then he can follow the example of that Taoist master and forcibly merge the ten sects of the Righteous Way to lead the vast world and uphold the Righteous Way in the world.

Seeing this, the Lord of Humanity flicked his finger, and hundreds of dark words flew out from the mountain walls on both sides. They were arranged neatly as if they were falling on an invisible piece of paper, and were sent to Qu Hanshu.

Qu Hanshu looked down, the happy expression on his face suddenly froze, and he looked at the Lord of Humanity with dull eyes, as if he couldn't believe it, and shook his head.

"How is this possible? My magical powers are the result of thousands of years of luck in my Haoran Mansion. I am a born saint with a purple qi canopy. He should be the real protagonist of this catastrophe. How can there be anyone better than him!"

The Lord of Humanity casually held his hand, and the neatly arranged words between the two people burned instantly, igniting a blazing black fire and dissipating into light smoke.

"Zhang Ziyang is indeed amazingly talented. He is proficient in the art of finding dragons and tapping acupuncture points. He has laid a foundation for your Haoran Mansion for thousands of years, and has given your family the opportunity to become a heavenly being. But after all, he is only a great master. , not a true heavenly being.”

After the Lord of Humanity burned the text, he casually told Qu Hanshu the news that shocked Qu Hanshu even more. This is the biggest secret of Haoran Mansion. Zhang Ziyang, the headmaster, may not have a good reputation in the Kunxu world, but in the Confucian lineage, he is He is a figure whose status is second only to the emperor and the first patriarch.

Master Zhang Ziyang created the original "Xunlong Diantu" technique and the unique Feng Shui technique. As early as nearly ten thousand years ago, he selected the current spiritual acupoint for Haoran Mansion to breed the Haoran Purple Qi that can realize the path of heaven and man.

The emergence of Wang Shentong was regarded by Grand Master Dong and him as the fate of Haoran Mansion for thousands of years. Wang Shentong lived up to expectations and cultivated the "Sutra of the Holy Way" that no one in Haoran Mansion has been able to cultivate for thousands of years. The hope of soaring and prospering.

Zhang Ziyang is the master of Ziyang Zhenren, the successor of Huashan Taoism, and Shi Tai, Cuiwei Zhenren. He is from the same school as Ji Boyi. However, he has bad luck. The era of his reincarnation coincides with the time after the human emperor Shao Yong attained Taoism. The luck in Kunxu Realm has changed. Being exhausted is simply not enough to give birth to another powerful celestial being. Although he has clearly understood the way of celestial beings and reached the peak of celestial beings, he can only sit down and die.

Regarding Zhang Ziyang's plan, only the masters of the Haoran Mansion knew about it. Even Qu Hanshu was escorting Wang Shentong not long ago. In order to get his attention, Grand Master Dong told him the secret.

"Are you curious about why I know this? It's simple. There is nothing in Kunxu Realm that I don't know about!"

A confident smile appeared on the handsome face of the Humanity Master, and he spoke proudly with a clear voice.

"I am omniscient and omnipotent!"

When Qu Hanshu heard this, his face changed drastically, his voice became a little bitter, and he asked in confusion.

"How could there be a existence like you in the Kunxu Realm? Why didn't His Majesty the Emperor take you away when he ascended?"

"I also want to know why His Majesty didn't take me away? But I will know the answer to this question soon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the Lord of Humanity disintegrated again and countless black words disappeared into the surrounding smooth jade mountain walls, leaving behind the last words.

"The Cangtian Demon Lord has gone to Changsheng State and will not be able to come back in a short time. After Wang Shentong comes out of seclusion, let him go to the Southern Wilderness with Dong Yinshu. You should know what to do."

As the great catastrophe is approaching, the masters of the three sects of good, evil and outside have begun to hide in the world, taking advantage of the flourishing of human luck, practicing secret mystical skills, and striving to achieve great success and make further progress.

In the Southern Wilderness, the base camp of the Shura Demon Cult, the Blood River Mountains, the Seven Nights Holy Son with a cold and evil temperament stands on the rolling sea of ​​blood, surrounded by bloody lotuses blooming, and the faint fragrance of grass and trees fills the void. , if it weren't for the bright red blood color, I'm afraid no one would think it was a devil's cave, but would instead think it was a paradise.

The Qiye Holy Son's eyes were closed, his energy was looming, a sharp sword hung from his waist, and his breath merged with the endless sea of ​​blood. The mysterious and deep ghostly auras were continuously drawn out from the sea of ​​​​blood by the bloody lotus, rising and dispersing like smoke, faintly outlining the phantom of the Shura statue enshrined in the demon sect.

The Sea of ​​Blood, as the most precious treasure of the Demon Sect, is surrounded by the circular Blood River Mountain Range in the center. Countless disciples and elders of the Demon Sect have used this endless blood practice as if they came from the netherworld. The location of the Seven Nights Saint Son is in the center of the Blood Sea, surrounded by There were several Shura Supreme Elders with profound auras and vicissitudes of life protecting the way.

"The Holy Son has been in seclusion for twenty years. It has never been this long in the past."

The elder who spoke was tall, with white hair, and a pair of eyes that shone with a soul-stirring light. A scimitar hung on his waist, entwined with the dark evil force of death, and there were faint cries of ghosts and gods in the roar. , making the boundless blood energy around them unable to help but retreat.

"When Qiye laid the foundation of Taoism, he was praised by the asuras in the heavens. He was the destined master who led the rise of our holy religion and achieved great achievements for thousands of years. This time he has been in seclusion for such a long time, so he should have broken through the barrier of the Supreme Master. "

Men Luosheng, the leader of the Shura Demon Sect, was dressed in a blue shirt. He had an extraordinary temperament, and his evil eyes shone with blood-colored lightning, making the elders on both sides dare not look directly at him, revealing his tyrannical cultivation strength.

"This is not possible. I finally broke through in advance. If the Qiye brat also achieves enlightenment, then there will be one more person in the Demon Sect who will compete with me for power!"

Suddenly, a melodious and melodious voice came, with a hint of anger and playfulness in the tone, but it made Men Luosheng and others' expressions change drastically. They showed alert looks and looked towards the sky.

There is a colorful brilliance shining on the horizon. It is as sharp as a sword and as fast as an electrode, but it also exudes a terrifying death aura that kills all things and kills all living beings.

"Emperor Flag, Seven Killing Swords!"

"Damn witch!"

"How dare you break into our Asura Holy Religion and kill people!"

Everyone in the Shura Demon Sect yelled angrily and recognized the identity of the person. It was Xiao Niangzi, who was considered to be the reincarnation of the emperor. The emperor of the Seven Heavens Demon Sect usually did not deal with the Seven Nights Saint Son, and there was no shortage between the two. During the fight, Little Lady Bai always had the upper hand.

"Stop her!"

Without any hesitation, Mengluosheng instantly left his body and merged into the sea of ​​​​blood beneath him. He began to communicate with this demonic treasure, hoping to force the little lady Bai out of her body, who could only hear its voice but not see her shadow. .

Without any hesitation, the white-haired elder suddenly unsheathed the scarlet scimitar at his waist. The sword roared like thunder, but it still could not cover up the sinful and deathly energy wrapped around the blade.

Another Shura elder stretched out his hands as white as jade, and a terrifying aura that corroded the void and swallowed up life condensed into boundless blood light, followed by the light of the dark red crescent sword and blasted away in all directions.

"The blood sea surges to the sky!"

"Blood Demon Transformation Technique!"

The Shura Demon Cult's two major mystical arts were operating, and combined with the supreme divine power of Men Luosheng's activating treasure, a slender and graceful girl was immediately forced out from the sky above Blood River Mountain.

"Get out of my holy religion!"

The tall white-haired elder holding a scimitar was furious and his voice was like thunder. The scarlet sword light changed its direction and merged with the full blow of the three masters. It exuded boundless blood and soul-stirring Shura magic sound, and struck fiercely. A woman in white shirt with bright eyes, black hair and slim waist.

"Where did you get the courage to attack me?"

There was a hint of confusion in Lady Bai's tone, her voice was cold and sweet, and it clearly echoed in everyone's ears. She stretched out a jade finger like a green onion, as if she casually placed it across the scarlet knife. In the direction from which the light came.

"boom!"

The blood-colored sword light struck the white jade finger, just like waves hitting the cliff, breaking into countless blood-red bubbles and scattering in all directions.

The bloody rain is also an unprecedented spectacle for the disciples of the Demon Sect who practice the Blood Demon Sect, and the significance of this spectacle makes all the disciples of the Shura Demon Sect feel a chill. There was a look of surprise on his face.

"She has already reached the level of Grand Master of the Great Renmin University. With the strength of the headmaster and the two elders alone, even if they activate the forbidden secret technique, I am afraid they will not be able to shake a single hair on her head!"

When the Shura Demon Sect disciples thought of this, they immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the white-clothed woman who was standing in mid-air with her own strength to control the wind.

At this moment, the seven-colored sword light that Little Lady Bai slashed out at the beginning pierced the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows of the Holy Son of Seven Nights at the center of the blood sea.

"No!"

Mengluosheng was frightened, angry and anxious, and the two elders also showed signs of despair. They watched helplessly as the seven-colored sword light broke through the Qiye Holy Son's eyebrows, and a trace of bright blood flowed out.

The ancestral orifice was broken, and the sword light no longer had any obstacles. It went straight to the Sea of ​​Consciousness Lingtai. With just a slight stir, it could turn the Seven Nights Saint Son in seclusion into a dead corpse without any soul.

"Dongfang Bai, we, the Shura Demon Sect, are at odds with you!"

Men Luosheng's eyes were red, his hair and beard were standing on end, and he showed a look of extreme hatred. He desperately tried to activate the sea of ​​blood in the underworld, hoping to make Little Lady Bai pay the price.

At this moment, a faint and fresh fragrance filled the sea of ​​​​blood. The wisp of blood flowed out from Qiye's eyebrows and turned into a lotus leaf, then the second one, the third one, and in the blink of an eye, a thousand-leaf bloody lotus flower. In full bloom, it firmly blocked the gap in the Seven Nights Saint Son's Spirit Platform, blocking the colorful sword light from outside.

"Thousand-leaf flowers bloom, a thought of Shura!"

"Groan!"

The sound of a sword resounded through the sky, and a huge wave was set off in the vast sea of ​​​​netherworld blood. A crystal-clear jade sword light destroyed the colorful brilliance with lightning speed, piercing the black-haired waist, white The heart of a graceful woman.

A bit of colorful brilliance shone, little lady Bai's clear eyes flashed with light, her jade fingers as white as green onions spread out, making an extremely sacred gesture.

In an instant, the sky was dark, covered by thousands of miles of dark clouds, the earth trembled, the blood-red mountains opened cracks, the infinite restrictions were shattered, and the sea of ​​scarlet blood surrounding the center overflowed.

All the disciples of Shura Demon Sect, whether they were disciples who had just entered Daoji or great masters like Men Luosheng who had already passed the calamity, involuntarily stiffened their bodies and lowered their heads, their hearts filled with awe, as if they were facing That's right, he is a supreme being, and looking directly at him is a kind of blasphemy.

"Three poles of Yi training, Tao is profound and ancient. It is the only way to transform, and it is divided into five teachings. The melter of soul and spirit, the secret of articles. The profoundness of the source, the ancestor of the group of words!"

Little Lady Bai's face was pious, her fingers were flying like butterflies, gorgeous and dreamy, her lips were lightly opened, and she was reciting a solemn scripture, which resounded through the sea of ​​blood.

What Bai Xiaoniang used was the supreme magical power in the "Emperor's Sutra", the supreme magical power of the demonic way. In order to fight against the righteous sects, the Seven Heavenly Demon Sect communicated with each other. The "Emperor's Sutra" is not a top secret. Every demonic sect master has something. Practice.

But no matter who it is, no one can cross the threshold of practicing this supreme magic skill. Even if they are as powerful as the Cangtian Demon Lord, they can only practice the Red Jing Sutra and spend more than a thousand years of hard work to integrate the seven elements. The secret knowledge of magic.

Why Dongfang Bai is called the Demon Sect's emperor's son and the emperor's reincarnation, apart from the fact that she possesses the fate of the Seven Killing Stars, the more important reason is that she has cultivated the "Emperor Sutra" without any shackles to hinder her. This magical skill seemed to be tailor-made for her, perfectly matching her physique and soul. In just a few decades, she entered the realm of the Great Grand Master, surpassing the Qiye Shengzi, Wang Shentong, Qi Xianyun, and Huajianzi to become the number one person of the younger generation.

The Holy Spirit Conqueror Qi used by Lady Bai gathered the power of the three realms of heaven, earth and man into her jade palm, as if she was holding a piece of heaven and earth in her hand and controlling the origin of the great avenue.

The sword light of the Seven Nights Saint Son fell into the palm of Little Lady Bai, like a small boat struggling in the huge waves. After struggling hard, it was annihilated between heaven and earth.

At the same time, the praises of the ancient saints faintly resounded in the sky and the earth. The blue sky screamed, the earth shook, and all living beings cried blood. Little Lady Bai was merciless and displayed a terrifying magical power, the Sword of Zongjing.

Seeing this, Men Luosheng's heart sank, and unprecedented despair came to his mind. Even if the Holy Son of Seven Nights woke up in time and achieved the Supreme Way, how could the inheritance of the Shura Demon Sect be comparable to the supreme profound art of the Demonic Way.

"Is it destined by God that my religion cannot lead the devil?"

Little Lady Bai relied on the void to control the wind, stood tall in the sky, and fiercely slashed out the sword of the sect that gathered the power of the three realms of heaven, earth, and human beings, the light of the spirit of all things, and the god of void thoughts in her palm.

The magical power of the supreme mystical art of the demonic path in the "Emperor Sutra" does not contain a trace of demonic evil, but is full of righteousness and awe-inspiring, shining with brilliant brilliance, as if it were the awe-inspiring magical power of the Sheji Academy.

This is the sword of the saint, which pulls the beliefs of all the disciples in the long river of destiny, reflecting one's purest and brightest state of mind, as bright as the sun and the moon, and as distant as the stars.

The Blood River Mountain Range is the base camp of the Demon Sect, almost full of terrifying and mysterious restrictions. It has been operating for thousands of years without any dead ends. But under this bright, sacred, pure sword light, it is like ice and snow under the sun, melting away. Purify.

Little Lady Bai is like a saint, solemn and holy. There is no trace of calculation or darkness in her bright eyes, and her aura is integrated into this sword of hundreds of saints.

The headquarters of the Shura Demon Sect had been chopped into sieves by this sword, and was about to be razed to the ground and turned into ruins. Two bright red rays of blood rose into the sky, and the Holy Son of Seven Nights finally woke up at this critical moment. The thousand-leaf bloody lotus on his forehead withered, turned into a streak of blood, and merged into the ancestral orifice. The wound healed instantly. His eyes were full of cold color, without any human emotion, and he said coldly .

"The Qi of the Saint, the Sword of the Zongjing, I have seen this move before."

"Any trick, once used in front of me, will no longer pose any threat!"

Before he finished speaking, a sword sound resounded, and the Saint Son of Seven Nights' fair and slender right hand fell. The divine sword that automatically protected the Lord flew back again and fell into the scabbard. His palm rested on the hilt casually.