I was an immortal emperor in the Sui and Tang Dynasties

In the Western Paradise, two venerables are sitting with their eyes closed. The sound of Buddha is lingering on Mount Sumeru. It has to be said that the ancient Buddha on the lamp is still very powerful. When the evil calamity comes, he escapes into the Paradise and presides over it. Although outside, The demonic flames were soaring into the sky, but they were not affected much in the Paradise World.

"The Emperor of Heaven is so mighty and powerful that the three realms share the same respect. The power of Heaven is far greater than before!"

Taoist Zhunti's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Junior brother, heaven is beyond your control."

The face of Taoist Jie Ying was sad. He was afraid that Taoist Zhunti would do something again. Others didn't know, but he knew the situation here. Taoist Zhunti was always there in all the great tribulations.

In the past, everyone's Taoism was actually not much different. Therefore, it was natural for Taoist Taoists to act carefully. But now, with the power of the Emperor of Heaven and powerful magic, he and others are no match. At this time, plotting against the other party is asking for trouble. have eaten.

"This is natural, this is natural." Taoist Zhunti nodded repeatedly, but there was a trace of unnaturalness on his face.

Without scheming, how can we make the West strong? Without scheming, how can we shake the status of heaven?

Even if he is caught, so what? Can he still kill himself?

Hongjun may be able to kill himself, but can Yang Guang?

Taoist Zhunti believed that Hongjun could kill him. After all, his holy status was bestowed by Hongjun, but he really didn't take Yang Guang to heart. No matter how powerful his magical power was, he could not become a saint.

Just where to start?

Taoist Zhunti set his sights on the long river of destiny, looking for loopholes in the Emperor of Heaven. He used his magical power to pluck the strings of destiny and began to deduce everything in the three realms.

On the chariot, Yang Guanghui's eyes swept across the three realms. The mountains, rivers, and all living things in the three realms fell into his eyes one by one. He knew where the mysteries were, where the Buddhas were, and where the demons were.

The aura of the vast world of mortals soars into the sky, exuding a glorious power. This is a sign of the prosperity of humanity. Under the protection of the heaven, the human race has made great progress. The three realms are so big, only the human race will always be prosperous, and the destiny of the three realms is the bell. It is not comparable to ordinary forces.

All of this has something to do with the Heavenly Court. With the naked eye, one can see the flow of energy flowing from the Heavenly Court to the Heavenly Court, making the Heavenly Court even more majestic. As long as the human race exists for one day, heaven will benefit.

Suddenly, an evil thought came from somewhere, and Yang Guang frowned. Since he took charge of the way of heaven, he could detect anything related to him in the three realms.

"Who dares to plot against me?"

Yang Guanghui's eyes fell on the river of fate, looking for the person who plotted against her.

In the river of destiny at this moment, all kinds of Tao and Fruit are flickering, and the world can't tell the truth from the truth at all, and they are all obscured by the fog. It is difficult for even those with great supernatural powers to spy on everything in the long river of destiny.

"Disperse!"

The voice of the Emperor of Heaven sounded, very majestic, shrouding the sky over the river of destiny.

"Zhunti, you are so brave."

The Emperor of Heaven's Wisdom Eyes fell into the Paradise World, and he grabbed the void with his right hand, grabbed a dead planet in his hand, and then threw it out.

At this moment, the Western Paradise.

The two saints were preaching. Suddenly, they opened their eyes wide and looked into the distance. A black dot came suddenly. The two saints were about to dodge, but they found that they could not dodge at all. A powerful force hit them. , smashed the golden bodies of the two saints into pieces, and the holy blood spilled on Mount Sumeru. (End of chapter)