Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 231 Overcoming the Tribulation Wave is still here!Beisha Xuanzang ([-] in [-])

The night is like a curtain, with flowing clouds and wild waves, and the vision in the sky suddenly dissipates, revealing a round of bright moon.

The barren suburbs have long been turned into ruins. Amidst the scorched earth and rubble, Li Mo is undergoing the strangest transformation in his life.

Seeing me is a calamity, and a calamity destroys life and changes.

The creature that was exactly the same as Li Mo disappeared like a cloud of smoke, and in an instant, the original brilliant brilliance of the nine spiritual roots in Li Mo's dantian suddenly dissipated, and gradually gave birth to a gray luster.

Roar……

Li Mo let out a long whistle, and a terrifying aura surged from his body, like a turbulent wave, like a sudden change in the wind and cloud.

"Li Mo..."

Feng Wannian's complexion changed suddenly, and he hurried forward. Before his outstretched right hand touched Li Mo, he was burned by the gushing breath. The flesh and blood in his palm instantly turned black, and the terrifying force directly knocked him away. out.

"Old Feng, are you okay!?"

At this moment, Hong Xiaofu also woke up. He rushed to Feng Wannian, looked down, his face suddenly trembled.

Feng Wannian's entire right hand became extremely scorched black, as if it had been scalded by some kind of high-concentration energy, and this force spread rapidly like a virus, spreading towards Feng Wannian's arm.

His face was serious, without any trace of blood, but scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you injured!?" Hong Xiaofu couldn't help being moved, and cried out.

"Even the blind can see."

Feng Wannian gritted his teeth and looked at his burned palm, but there was a huge wave in his heart.

Now, Li Mo's only breath can hurt his flesh and blood?
You must know that Feng Wannian is a Xuanmen sword type with a strong spiritual breath.

"Li Mo... what's wrong?"

Ning Huaiju looked at Li Mo worriedly.

At this moment, Li Mo sat cross-legged, and the strong aura enveloped his body like a wind and clouds. Even though the moonlight was shining, it melted into broken scales before it fell on his body.

There was a rumbling sound from his dantian. In a trance, it was like the joints of plants and trees. If life was accumulating, earth-shaking changes were taking place.

"He's undergoing transformation..." Feng Wannian said softly.

"Could it be...he's about to break through?" Hong Xiaofu couldn't help guessing.

"I don't know." Feng Wannian looked at the sky and the surrounding environment.

Judging from his many years of lurking experience, as early as the moment Xu Jiansheng made a move, he might have been noticed by the masters of Wangxuan City.

Today, this place has obviously become extremely dangerous, and people will come at any time.

"It's not suitable to stay here for long."

Feng Wannian gritted his teeth, a look of determination appeared on his face.

rumbling...

At this moment, a fierce and terrifying aura shot up from Feng Wannian's body, the domineering aura made it almost difficult for Hong Xiaofu and others to gain a foothold.

"This...this is...Old Feng, you..." Hong Xiaofu stared at Feng Wannian with his eyes wide open.

Today's Feng Wannian is completely different from the one he knew, and this terrifying scene is even more frightening than the previous Li Mo.

"Spiritual breath..."

Ning Huaiju was the most knowledgeable, looking at the crystal clear and flowing aura on the surface of Feng Wannian's body, like the clouds in the sky, and like the real fire in the furnace, floating and unreal, but flashing with spiritual light.

She knew that this was the spiritual breath, the terrifying power generated by the psychic inner breath, which could fly into the sky and escape from the ground.

Thinking of this, Ning Huai curse couldn't help but look at Feng Wannian, then at Hong Xiaofu.

Even the third lady of the Sword King's Mansion didn't expect why Hong Xiaofu was surrounded by some hidden monsters, Li Mo was like this, Feng Wannian was like this...

One hides deeper than the other, and one is more terrifying than the other.

Thinking of this, Ning Huaiju subconsciously looked at Shang Xujian, who was still in a coma, and fell into deep thought.

"let's go."

Feng Wannian had a spiritual body protection, carried Li Mo on his back, grabbed Hong Xiaofu and Ning Huai's curse, and instantly pulled up the Shang Xu sword, fled through the air, flew into the long night, and finally disappeared.

After a while, the earth trembled, and the sound of horseshoes splashing could be heard endlessly.

Wang Lingce finally arrived with a large group of people. When he saw the scorched earth that had already been turned into ruins, his heart suddenly turned cold.

Such a scene must have gone through a large-scale battle. It is reasonable to say that this level of battle should never appear outside Wangxuan City.

"Quick... quickly look... for any clues... is there any survivors..."

As soon as Wang Lingce gave an order, a large number of people took action one after another.

"grown ups……"

Heipao opened his mouth and was about to speak when Wang Lingce raised his hand and interrupted him.

The master Jiansi of Xuantian Pavilion was in a terrible mood, because before he arrived, he had already smelled a strong corpse.

Not only the bronze armored corpse, but also the smell of the silver armored corpse.

Among the eight sects of Xuantian, the status of being able to use this level of treasure is certainly not low, and coupled with the strong bloody aura that permeates the surrounding...

Wang Lingce could almost conclude that there was an extremely prominent presence in the Xuantian Pavilion in the capital that came to Wangxuan City quietly, and just now, a fierce battle was fought here.

"The silver-armored corpses have all been blown up..."

Wang Lingce casually picked up a tiny piece of silver flakes on the ground, and his heart was instantly clouded.

The silver-armored corpses refined by Xuantian Hall are comparable to those in the Spiritual Breath Realm.

Although the spiritual breath realm is divided into five levels, the initial seedling state, the living seedling state, the upper seedling state, the mature seedling state, and the vein seedling state.

Even the weakest silver-armored corpses are equivalent to the existence of the early seedlings. Their bodies are more than ten times stronger than ordinary monks of the same realm. If they are beaten like this, their bodies are almost smashed to pieces. The horror of their power can be imagined Know.

This is an absolute crush, leaving no room for slowing down at all.

Wang Lingce could imagine that this silver-armored corpse almost fell apart in the blink of an eye.

"When did a master of this level appear in Wangxuan City?"

Wang Lingce's complexion was as ugly as that of his dead mother.

"My lord, do you have any clues?" Heipao couldn't help asking after seeing the expressions of the dead in Wang Lingce's family.

"If my guess is not wrong, it should be a good thing done by the experts from Guixu."

Wang Lingce's tone was serious, and the light of wisdom shone in his cold eyes. It was obvious that the mastermind behind the scenes was about to be revealed in the darkness.

"Return to the market..." The black robe's complexion changed suddenly.

This behemoth hiding outside the world of mortals really extended their dark hands to Wangwang Xuancheng.

"These bastards..."

Wang Lingce gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could dig up Guixu's ancestral grave.

"My lord, what should we do now?" Heipao couldn't help asking.

"I am sworn to death with evil."

Wang Lingce let out a low shout. At this moment, he could only pray to the gods and Buddha, and pray that the nobleman who came to Wangxuan City quietly and met the master of Guixu after eight lifetimes of bad luck would not be too high-status, otherwise... …

"My official career..."

Wang Lingce clasped his palms together, silently begging for heaven.

"My lord, we found a token."

At this moment, a black armor ran over, holding a small dark gold order in his hand.

"Bring it to me quickly."

Wang Lingce took three steps at a time and made two steps at a time, almost pounced on him, and snatched the dark golden token.

The ancient seal characters come into view, like a dragon and a snake rising from the land, if the mountains rise and fall, then it is a... [Sword] character.

"Xuanmen sword species!?"

Wang Lingce staggered and almost couldn't stand still.

Looking at the token in his hand, he felt that the sky was collapsing and the earth was sinking, and that along with his official career, he was buried in a bottomless abyss of darkness.

"How could it be a Xuanmen sword species!?"

Tears flickered from the corners of Wang Lingce's eyes. The Xuanmen exhausted all their efforts to cultivate three sword species. This is their lifeline, baby lump soup... just died in Wangwang Xuancheng! ?
"My dear mother..."

Wang Lingce wailed in his heart, he knew that his official career was completely cut off.

Thinking of this, Wang Lingce's eyes went dark, and he passed out directly.

"My lord...what's the matter with you, my lord?"

The black robe suddenly changed color and rushed forward, accidentally stepping on Wang Lingce's head.

"Save people... Hurry up and save people... My lord was attacked by Guixu..."

The black robe howled and attracted everyone.

In the barren suburbs, there was chaos.

……

Capital, Xuantian Pavilion.

In the ancient bronze hall, the huge gap in the dome reflects the stars in the sky.

"The stars are shining tonight."

At this moment, a faint old voice resounded through the hall, like a sinking bell rising suddenly, reverberating endlessly.

"I just saw a star of fate suddenly appear, majestic in the sky, fleeting... Even Emperor Ziwei's star is swaying with it..."

Suddenly, that old voice sounded again.

"Walking through the catastrophe is still here today, this body is not a hit person..."

The ancient bronze hall shook violently, and a burst of Buddha's chant resounded, shaking and desolate, and even the stars in the sky dimmed.

As soon as the voice fell, a white robe appeared, and if there was nothing, it was like a bright lamp in a temple, which never ceased to come and go, and came true.

"Monk King, what did you see?" The old voice resounded faintly, as if asking, or pressing.

"When a big star rises suddenly, all the stars will surely fall... There will be a sword species to open the way tonight, which will lead to changes in the next hundred years."

The voice of the monk king came from the ancient hall.

"You mean..."

The old voice revealed deep doubts, and immediately fell into endless silence.

Monk King is one of the [Xuantian Seven Uniques], and his cultivation level should be regarded as the highest. His words can't be wrong.

"You're right, that little fellow Xu Jiansheng...is dead..."

After a while, the old voice sounded again.

At the same time, a thumb-sized sword slowly emerged. A lamp was burning on the hilt of the sword, but the faint fire light gradually changed from red to purple.

"Xuanmen sword species... It took such a high price to cultivate only three... It's a pity..." Monk King whispered, his calm voice did not have the slightest turmoil.

"This is fate... Since it is a sword species, all calamities will be shattered... He fell here, which means that it is not a real sword species, and it has not yet been practiced."

The old voice ruthlessly exposed the cruel truth.

In his eyes, the sword that died in vain is not the real sword, and Xu Jiansheng's fall can only show that he is just a failure.

"The calamity here is the fate at that place." The monk king whispered.

"You're right." The old voice fell silent for a while.

Suddenly, at the top of the ancient bronze temple, a huge sword slowly emerged, almost vertically and horizontally, and a huge purple flame was burning on the hilt, almost occupying the dome of the entire palace.

In front of this group of flames, the cluster of flames that symbolized Xu Jiansheng seemed insignificant.

"Turn it into nutrients..."

"Return...Return..."

The old voice was like a whisper in a dream, echoing in the ancient bronze temple. Immediately afterwards, the cluster of flames that symbolized Xu Jiansheng slowly flew up and merged into the huge purple flame.

……

The night will fade away, and the full moon will fall to the west.

At the end of the east, there is already a hint of paleness.

Outside Wangxuan City, on the ancient narrow and long mountain road, a young man walked away from a distance. He was wearing a green shirt and a bamboo hat, but his face could not be seen clearly in the hazy night. Soaring to the sky, he came barefoot, exuding a strong demonic aura.

"Wangxuancheng is dead..."

The weird little boy looked back in the direction of Wangxuancheng, and suddenly said.

"The world is so big, when will people not die?" The young man didn't care and continued on his way.

"A strong man in the spiritual breath realm died." The strange boy said again.

"Oh!?"

This time, the young man's pace was a beat slower.

"It's not easy for a master of this level to die... Wangxuancheng is not peaceful."

"Five Great Mountain Gates...except for you and Wuxiang from Tianchan Temple, they all seem to have suffered a lot in the city..." The strange boy looked up at the young man.

He knew very well that his words could not move him in the slightest.

The successor of the five great mountain gates, as long as he is there, he will still be five layers tall and unshakable.

There is no other reason, only because he is the strongest successor of Wu Dao Mountain in this life...

Jiang Chen.

"Wangxuan City is now a dragon's pond and a tiger's den." The strange boy said again, as if he did not give up.

"It doesn't matter... as long as the seniors come here, even if the evil dragons are complicated, they must hide in the bottom of the abyss."

Jiang Chen chuckled, under the bamboo hat, his deep eyes were fixed on the mountain road shrouded in hazy mist.

rumbling...

At this moment, the mountains shook, and the originally gradually brightening sky seemed to fall into darkness again.

"Respect... the lord is here..."

The strange little boy's complexion changed suddenly, and he was so excited that he fell to his knees with a thud, his whole body was so powerful that his monster energy suddenly shrank, almost condensed into a ball, and he was pressed in his body tremblingly, not daring to make any rash moves.

Almost at the same moment, in the hazy mist, eight imposing bones came carrying an ancient bronze coffin. The terrifying aura made Jiang Chen's face change.

"senior……"

Jiang Chen regained his composure, and hurriedly saluted, his originally peaceful heart suddenly became turbulent.

You must know that the person in the ancient coffin in front of you is one of the eight great demons in the world [Bei Sha Xuan Zang], this lord finally came to Wangxuan City as promised.

"18 years have passed away suddenly, and when I come back to my hometown, things are different."

At this moment, a ethereal woman's voice came from the ancient bronze coffin, like a quiet bright moon, shining in the empty valley, and it seemed real! !
　I finally got home, I've been outside for the past few days, I'm hurrying, I can count on a chapter! ! !
　
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