Yu Sha

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For a long time, all cultivators did not move.

They all looked through the gap in the hanging wall and looked at the hanging place of Aoping River.

After the accident in "Jade Book" was resolved, it turned from real to virtual in an instant, and the Shiquan Mountain, which seemed to be an insight into the realm of virtual and real, also disappeared.

Everything has returned to the original appearance of the Jiuqu Yin Yang Jade Mirror River.

It was as if all the events that occurred in that flash were all the illusions of cultivators.

But Uncle Shang’s death will not be fake.

The disappearance of the red glow in the depths of the sea will not be fake.

The gray jade mirror hanging higher up cannot be fake.

Three changes in one night!

All these shocking changes happened on this day, from Shang Bo's inauguration of teachings and teachings, to Chu Weiyang's writing of classics so that he could be named "Jade Book", to Shang Bo's death with a single stroke from the air, and then to To the charred corpses suddenly appearing in the world, to the old dragon king using the power of the years of glory and glory to imprison himself to contend with all kinds of things.

Every stroke is enough to record a major event in the history of history with thick pen and ink!

But after so many things happened one after another, it took time for all practitioners to feel overwhelmed.

Finally, they looked away from the jade mirror and all looked at Mr. Zong.

No one would have thought that at the moment when Yushu Dragon King was facing a life and death crisis, he wanted to find hope among the cultivators, and when he asked for help, it was the elder Zong who asked for help.

This is the greatest recognition for Elder Zong as an opponent!

At the same time, what the Yushu Dragon King did clearly expressed the old Dragon King’s thoughts——

The power of Kui Lao's vitality and creation mixed with the power of the golden elixir and Taoist fruit can make up for the loss of Zong Lao's lifespan and energy and blood, and then turn into a solid foundation to support Zong Lao to achieve the divine realm and become a real person!

Only in this way, with the support of all kinds of methods of the elders who are at the level of real people in the divine realm, and working together to fight, can the old dragon king see the hope of more lives.

And when the cultivators looked at it, at that moment, Mr. Zong had already silently put away the pure power of life and creation. Even at this moment, almost no one knew what Mr. Zong had received. Place to go.

Similarly, the originally slightly subtle atmosphere among the cultivators suddenly became peaceful.

After all, after experiencing all this, the great reputation of Elder Zong in the hearts of cultivators has been awakened again, and Elder Zong's actions have enough confidence to convince the public.

Moreover, as monks from the Three-Yuan Realm Realm, they themselves also know that this first true god-realm person, no matter which sect of Xuanyuan Dao comes from, is not a good thing and affects him. The balance between good and evil will only lead to more continuous disasters.

This world is indeed a prosperous one, with prodigies and evildoers emerging one after another. However, the successive appearances of Uncle Shang and the charred corpse signify something bad. The strange secrets of the world, the ripples that ripple through the years, seem to have been brewing for many years and then spread to the present world.

For no reason, everyone had the same thoughts coming out. It was related to matters above the realm of the golden elixir, and related to matters in all realms. Whether it was the so-called Uncle Shang or this charred corpse, they were just the beginning of the strange changes. And it's not the end.

As majestic as this life is, it also has an undercurrent that makes people feel urgent.

And it was the prediction and feeling of these turbulent undercurrents that taught more monks to clearly realize that there should be no more conflicts among human monks, and even between human and demon monks in the Three Yuan Realm. Such a violent internal conflict.

Any internal friction is actually a delay in the struggle of all living beings in the face of strangeness.

And thinking about it this way, perhaps teaching the elders who are outside the two realms of Xuanyuan to advance to the realm of gods and real people is the most appropriate and acceptable choice for everyone.

And almost when all the cultivators had thought about this and seemed to relax a little, the sky above the sea suddenly became clear and clear, and a thunder suddenly appeared.

When he looked again, the figure of the mother ray appeared in the outer sea, and then, along with the majestic aura of the mother ray, it spread in all directions.

Even though the nine-fold altar no longer exists, the mother ray, one of the great monsters who once used the nine-fold altar to stir up huge waves in the outer sea, can still calm the outer sea easily. Those layers of huge waves.

Then, the mother ray looked at the narrow bloody battlefield at the edge of the outer sea.

In fact, all the bloody battles had stopped a moment ago, but the monks of the human race and the demon race monks in each realm were still facing each other.

At this moment, Mother Ray looked at Elder Zong from a distance.

"Fellow Taoist Zong, look at me, let's stop here this time. There are shocking changes happening all over the world, and it's no longer the time for a bloody battle."

Hearing this, Elder Zong did not immediately agree.

The more critical this moment is, the more experienced old monsters like Mr. Zong understand that more people need to be calmed and shaken.

Therefore, at this moment, as if consulting everyone's opinions, the elder Zong looked around in all directions, his eyes clearly stopping at the head monks of each Holy Land Sect in Xuanyuan Dao.

In response to the elder Zong, the cultivators nodded one after another.

In a moment of silence, 30% of the tense atmosphere was reduced.

But it was only at this moment that Elder Zong turned his head to look at the turtle mother, and nodded gently as if he was finalizing the coffin.

"That's fine."

Following the elder Zong's response, in the next moment, as the scarlet-colored water vapor mist gradually dispersed, the monks from the human race and the demon race who were confronting each other all moved towards Withdrew in different directions.

The human monks retreated towards the Dao Cities. At this time, the aura of the Hanging Wall had turned from real to illusory, returning to the appearance of the seventy-two Dao Cities.

The demon monks followed the direction of the receding tide and retreated to the depths of the outer sea.

Life was a tragic battle, and perhaps every stroke of it will be added to the history of history in the future. After a long time, when the cultivators look at it, they can see the fruitful results of this bloody battle.

But at this moment, in front of the practitioners, when all the people had retreated, on the narrow battlefield, with the weak rolling of the sea water, pushing the fine white foam, the nine-fold method emerged together. The altar had not yet had time to collect the dark red blood, as well as the broken bones mixed in the blood.

Everything you see is in shambles.

And during this process, all the great monks in the Golden Core Realm no longer paid attention to these, allowing the mess to be swallowed up by the sea water again in the process of surging, and finally completely fainted and scattered in the boundless outer sea, and gradually disappeared. trace.

At this moment, the cultivators were still looking at the jade mirror hanging high for a long time.

Especially without the barrier of the hanging wall, this kind of observation becomes more real and clear.

For a long time, the jade mirror has not changed at all. The image of a real dragon on its upper edge and the scene of the monk sitting on the Tianhe River hanging on the jade mirror are all lifelike, and they are reflected in the flowing spiritual light. During the process, every breath of Qi is better than every breath.

But fortunately, it seems now that he is just self-imprisoned, relying only on the uniqueness of the cycle of glory and glory and the power of time, the old Dragon King is indeed able to compete with the charred corpse.

That's good. It's not like others have tried to advance to the realm of gods to help the old Dragon King. Instead, the old Dragon King collapsed first and used his own energy and blood as a source of material to teach that strange existence how to live. The true sun comes out.

The longer the old dragon king was able to persist, the more hope he had of surviving.

Of course, at this moment, more monks were also attracted by the Buddha-like and demonic aura of the charred corpse trapped in the mirror.

But with the isolation of the barrier of life and death, the strange black and gold robes also tightly locked the vitality and charm of the person, coupled with the erosion of the power of the old Dragon King's years, such layers of cover, taught all cultivators to sense the time. , only hazy images remain.

But despite this, the implication that it is as if both Xuanyuan and Dao practitioners are practicing at the same time is still quite eye-opening for the practitioners.

At the same time, in the sky above Tiantai Dao City, Chu Weiyang, wearing the Qiankun robe, was standing in the sky, staring at the jade mirror like other cultivators.

Monk, Buddhist cultivator, cassock...

Almost instantly, Chu Weiyang saw too many details that he was familiar with from the jade mirror, and it was these enlightening details that instantly penetrated Chu Weiyang's thoughts and ideas. , in a daze, Chu Weiyang actually had a confused feeling that he couldn't tell whether it was the past life or this life.

Perhaps it's because the step of recording a classic book has ended in a perfect way.

On the road to the golden elixir realm, the theoretical level of Taoism and principles has been interpreted by Chu Weiyang to the thoroughfare.

It was at this time that Chu Weiyang's state of mind seemed completely relaxed and sensitive.

There was a Buddhist cultivating in the West, and Chu Weiyang felt a sense of déjà vu for no reason.

In fact, it was during the process of Chu Weiyang watching and sighing.

It was Mother Ray who saw that the demon cultivators had almost retreated, so she left the outer sea first.

Nowadays, the peak combat power of the human race and the demon race has been completely imbalanced. As the only remaining great demon that is still in its peak state, the mother ray needs to be cautious at all times.

But it was precisely after the figure of the mother ray disappeared from the place that she became familiar again.

Suddenly, a bright yellow demonic light shone near Tiantai Daocheng.

Almost instantly, all the cultivators who were looking at the jade mirror from a distance were alarmed, and Chu Weiyang, who sensed a familiar aura, suddenly turned back, just in time, in the densely packed and layered broken pieces. In the conch shell, he met the old conch saint's turbid eyes that were not obvious in the gap.

When their eyes met, in the old Luo Sheng's turbid eyes, there was only the helplessness of facing a terrible fate, and the lingering fear of being glad that he had never attained the realm of the demon god.

In the end, everything turned into a pure desire for survival.

Furthermore, under the gaze of the cultivators, Old Luosheng bowed his hands towards Chu Weiyang from afar.

"Master Chushan, please save me."

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