The first cause of all realms

Chapter 1142 Refining the monk who killed the Bodhisattva!
Click!

It seems that an electric dragon pierces the sky.

Invisible air mechanisms collided inside and outside the Divine Capital, and dark clouds emerged suddenly like a tide, covering the light of the sky, and in an instant, the day turned into night.

Two giants of the four calamities, the incomparable auras of the world meet, even the celestial phenomena will change for it.

Not only the capital of the gods, the Dao of Heavenly Cauldron, but even the 72 roads of Chixin Shenzhou, and thousands of giant cities all have thunderous resounding, dark clouds like tides, and lightning flashes and thunder.

"Monk King Baoyue!"

At this moment, the wind was surging above Chixin Shenzhou, and the strong wind howled and thundered. I don't know how many practitioners felt it, and they all raised their heads to look at Shendu.

A round of bright moon can be seen faintly hanging high above the sky, the Buddha's light is shining, extremely dazzling and sacred,
A blue dragon coiled above the majestic city, the dragon's eyes were cold and majestic.

Click!

Under the dispersal of the terrifying power, many cultivators who rose to the sky in the God City, no matter what their cultivation level was, all fell into the air.

People as tyrannical as Sifanghou and the others all sank in their hearts, and couldn't help falling on the city wall.

"Baoyue..."

Fang Silong staggered to a tall building, looking at the flood of Buddha light outside the city, he couldn't help feeling sour.

The destruction of the Great Zhou was the beginning of a real chaos in the world, but this should have happened a hundred years later...

"I want to save it, but it makes Guozuo shorter..."

Fang Silong felt bitter and regretted, but at the moment he couldn't do anything.

I can only pray that this old grand master can keep the enemy out, otherwise...

"What do you want?"

Baoyue Monk walked on the straight official road, he could feel the hostility of this city,

Even the hostility of this dynasty, but they don't care much:
"Sitting for many years, thinking about moving very quietly, is there something wrong with coming to see an old friend?"

"Quiet and thoughtful?"

Gan Cang flicked his sleeves coldly, and the closed city gate was suddenly opened:

"It so happens that the old man wants to open the Temple of Heaven to offer sacrifices to my Great Zhou Taizu. If you have the guts, you might as well come into the city!"

woo~
A gloomy aura gushes out from the city gate.

At this moment, not only Baoyue Seng, Sifanghou and others, but also ordinary practitioners were all startled and raised their heads one after another.

But I saw the Dao pattern like a waterfall, from the earth to the sky, meeting at a very high place.

Then, under everyone's gaze, a side was as dark as ink, overflowing with ancient and vicissitudes, and an altar that seemed bigger than the entire god appeared out of thin air!

Step by step, like a cloud hanging down from the altar, it falls in the majestic imperial city.

"Da Yu deserves to be the hero with the best endowment and the highest achievements in Xuanhuang since all generations.

There are more than [-] kinds of magical iron treasures in this method, and tens of thousands of different patterns are intertwined..."

Monk Baoyue built a pergola, looked at the sky, pretending to be amazed:
"Such a divine treasure, it can be said to be extremely rare throughout the ages, but it is only a dharma altar that carries the heavenly cauldron..."

At this point, he seemed to be quite puzzled and glanced at the princes of the Great Zhou Dynasty on the city wall, as well as the old grand master:
"But, where is the Heavenly Cauldron?"

Tianding, where is it? !

Baoyue Monk's voice was neither high nor low, but it was louder than any thunder, and it went straight to the inside and outside of the city of God, and even to the land of all ways, and it was in the ears and hearts of all those who felt it.

Deafening!

"Tianding..."

There was a dead silence in the capital of the gods, and the faces of all the people who were shocked by the sacrifice to the altar before were all pale.

They all grew up listening to the legend of Emperor Tianyu, and most of them didn't even know that the tripod had been lost.

At this moment, looking at the empty altar, everyone felt chills...

"Old Master, where is the Heavenly Cauldron?"

There were even old men who were not far away shouting in grief and indignation.

"The tripod of heaven is the most important weapon of the country. It is the divine treasure that suppresses the heaven and the earth. Now it will cause the world to move, and if it moves, the world will be in chaos!"

The cold and old voice echoed, and an old man in court clothes stepped forward, pointed his sword at Baoyue Monk:

"Sengwang Baoyue, you alone are not enough to see the heavenly cauldron!"

boom!
Shenguang rose from the city, and two more people stepped out from the void, one of them was tall, wearing heavy armor,

One person has a faint breath, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a long sword behind his back, and clanging.

"'Shenyuegong', 'Canglonggong', 'Leilinggong'... Dazhou's aura is too strong, it is clear that the country is about to perish, but there are so many heroes!
What a pity, what a pity..."

Looking at the Da San Gong who stepped forward and made the whole city cheer, Bao Yue Seng also seemed to sigh,

But it was just a sigh, and the eyes fell on Qian Cang again:
"Fellow Daoist Gan Cang, you are a rare hero in 7 years, you should be at ease, why should you stay in this desperate place?"

"Baoyue!"

Seeing being ignored, the god Yuegong who appeared first couldn't help glaring.

"Shenyue!"

Gan Cang's eyes turned slightly, he held down the furious God Yue Gong, and responded coldly:

"Who else is here, why not show up together!"

Rumble!
As if words come out of the law, Qian Cang's words, the sea of ​​clouds for thousands of miles splits, and golden light shines on the earth.

"I can't hide it from the grand master's eyes!"

A heroic laugh came from above the sea of ​​clouds, blowing out all the storms.

Someone looked up and saw the turbulent air flowing out of the ground, creating layers of ripples, and the wind was rolling like waves, spreading circles and circles, and I don't know how far it spread.

A real dragon looms in the sea of ​​clouds, but the huge shadow seems to have covered the whole earth.

"Ten thousand dragon boats!"

Inside and outside the Divine Capital, all those who raised their heads upon hearing the sound trembled. Those with high cultivation skills all changed their expressions, and those with shallow cultivation skills were stunned by the invisible dragon power.

Wanlongzhou, one of the only 18 spirit figures of the four kalpas that survived in the past 13 years.

But I saw that the dragon boat was as big as the stars and connected into one piece, with eighty-eight floors high, each floor had dragon-shaped flags, and soldiers lined up.

The layers are superimposed, just like the sun hanging high, exuding the breath of majesty, majesty and holiness.

"Horn Dragon Lord! He's here too..."

Fang Silong felt that his teeth were sore and his breathing was a little difficult.

In his previous life, he had seen this dragon boat more than once. It stretched across the world, and he didn't know how many powerful people and evil spirits he had killed for Dafeng.

And although the horned dragon king is not the leader of the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest, he is still the best in the world. Although it has not been long since the Four Tribulations, with the momentum of the Ten Thousand Dragon Boat, his strength may not be inferior to that of the Baoyue Monk King at this moment!

"A horned dragon?"

Seeing the middle-aged man on the dragon boat, who was as tall as a mountain, with a horny head, his pale face sank:
"Last time, you escaped by chance, and now you're here again. Don't you really want to die?"

"Death, of course I want to."

On the dragon boat, the horned dragon king's voice was extremely loud and high-pitched, but the coldness in it descended on the capital of God like a cold current:
"But this king just wants to send the old master to die!"

Call ~
The cold current came and seemed to freeze the wind and clouds.

"act recklessly!"

Gan Cang's eyes turned cold, and when he was about to raise his hand, the three princes stopped in front of him without a trace.

"Old master..."

King Shenyue shook his head slightly, then turned to look at Qiulong King coldly:

"Horn Dragon King! In the past, you were trapped in the Three Tribulations and could not advance an inch, but the old grand master begged the people of Qingping Mountain to draw nine claws for you to help you break through the Four Tribulations!

Is this how you reciprocate? ! "

"hold head high!"

His voice was interrupted by an angry groan from the horned dragon master, and flames danced in his eyes:

"Qiancang, if you hadn't asked Qingping to draw the nine claws for this king, how could this king not be able to advance an inch for ten thousand years?!"

"Break my path, Qingping deserves to die, and you deserve to die even more!"

boom!
The huge dragon boat shook like a star, trying to overturn the earth to vent its anger.

"It's not in a hurry!"

Gan Cang watched coldly, he didn't make a move, but the horned dragon master was blocked, a bright moon blocked the way,
Baoyue Monk stopped the furious Horned Dragon Lord, and still looked at Shenducheng with a smile:
"Fellow Daoist Gan Cang, it's too slow for you to open this formation..."

The horned dragon master was angry in his heart, but under the light of the bright moon, he quickly came to his senses and stopped the charge.

But the gust of wind that it whipped up at the moment of movement still made the tens of thousands of miles of mountains, rivers and land inside and outside the gods shake with flying sand and rocks.

"You can calmly form the formation, whether it's a poor monk or brother Qiulong, you won't make a move!"

Looking at the expressionless Gan Cang, Baoyue Monk was unhurried, looking extremely calm.

"Ok?"

At this moment, not only Sangong, but also Gan Cang felt a little uneasy.

Without him, Monk King Baoyue seemed too calm and calm.

The Heavenly Cauldron Formation is the only large formation that can suppress and kill the spirits of the Four Tribulations. Although it has been opened only three times in 18 years, it has killed six spirits of the Four Tribulations!
'How dare he? '

"This poor monk is here to take back the Thousand Buddha Pagoda Forest that was taken away by the Great Zhou for 18 years.
Second..."

The long official road flashed past Baoyue Monk's feet, and stood in front of the city gate in the fearful eyes of everyone:

"According to ancient legends, the Heavenly Cauldron is the number one spirit treasure in ancient times, and its formation also has unfathomable power...

Poor monks are not talented, you have to weigh one or two, the weight of heaven! "

Call it a tripod!

Baoyue Monk's voice echoed inside and outside the city, more like spreading in Chixin Shenzhou, and even the whole Xuanhuang Heaven and Earth.

At this moment, I don't know how many eyes met here, as if they were all waiting, expecting something.

These gazes seem to be there, but the pressure they bring to the princes of the Great Zhou Dynasty is unparalleled.

What this means, no one knows...

"Not good..."

Marquis Sifang stood on the city wall, his palms were slightly sweaty, he glanced at his son from the corner of his eye, feeling a little uneasy in the end.

He naturally had great trust in the Heavenly Cauldron Formation, and he was also very sure of the gazes of himself and others.

But as the saying goes, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

It would be fine if the Heavenly Cauldron Formation was activated today to kill Baoyue Monk, but if not, then the forces from all sides who were intimidated by the Great Zhou would gather together to attack...

"Trust me now..."

Sensing his father's gaze, Fang Silong's heart became more and more bitter, but at this moment, what he was thinking about was not how to redeem it.

But...

"Father, something is wrong, you must leave a useful body..."

woohoo~
The cold current roared, and many practitioners inside and outside the capital felt chills in their hearts, and they couldn't help but backed away.

They all felt the anger and killing intent from the Great Master Zhou...

"it is good!"

However, the expected thunderous fury did not erupt, and the legendary old master of Zhou who had a violent temperament actually nodded in response.

"Then, the poor monk will wait here!"

Monk Baoyue clasped his hands together and smiled slightly.

Qian Cang disappeared from everyone's sight with a flick of his sleeve, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the imperial city.

Even at this time, he still did not violate the rules of the imperial city, entered from the city gate, passed through the gates, and came to the palace.

"His Majesty!"

Gan Cang bowed:

"Things happened suddenly, today we need to activate the big formation! I don't know..."

quiet!
There was no response from the bedroom.

Gan Cang bowed and waited for a moment, his brows were furrowed, but just when he was about to speak again, there was a response from the bedroom:

"Old master wait a moment!"

"call!"

In an instant, the body shape changes, and the two worlds flow seamlessly between the avatar and the deity.

"Monk King Baoyue, the leader of the Thousand Buddhas Heavenly Great Sect?"

Yang Jue slowly opened his eyes, and through the wall, he could also feel the terrifying aura like the sky in the middle of the moon.

It is almost instinctive for him to concentrate on multiple points, even under deep retreat, he will not miss the slightest perception of the outside world.

Not to mention the great momentum and movement of this Thousand Buddhas Heavenly Great Leader.

Baoyue monk.

Getting up from the bath, and slowly changing into his normal clothes, Yang Qiu already had some understanding of the Great Master of the Thousand Buddhas.

Because of the existence of the Xuanhuang World Tree, the limit of this world is much higher than other worlds.

As strong as Longquan, the Baji Lord can only live for a long time, but in the Xuanhuang Realm, if you complete three kalpas, you can live for ten thousand years, and if you complete four kalpas, you can live for 8 years.

The few people including Baoyue Seng and Gan Cang have lived to the point where this limit is approaching.

Compared with Gan Cang, the fate of this Baoyue Monk King is even more bizarre and terrifying.

His talent is not inferior to Qiancang, and his luck even surpasses it. What really makes him the No. 1 in Yongfo State is that,
He refined the treasure moonlight king Bodhisattva who wanted to seize him!
"The monk who killed the Bodhisattva and took away all his foundations and good fortune, the rank of supernatural powers..."

Yang Yu's heart was touched.

Having personally experienced the Longquan Incident, he of course knows the horror of the great supernatural being who came through the calamities.

Even the old Buddha Dingguang, if it wasn't for his incomplete capture and distraction from the lighting ceremony, it would be very difficult for him to kill him.

As we all know, it is much more difficult to refine the Dao ghosts in the Dao fruit!
But it is extremely difficult, and once it is refined, the income will be huge!
He suspects that Baoyue Monk has not only become the Spiritual Aspect of the Four Tribulations, but also possesses the rank of Seven Yuan...

"Master Lao has been waiting for a long time!"

The moment he opened the door and walked out, Yang Jue had already seen the divine steps leading directly to the pitch-black altar of heaven on the platform for picking stars.

Those steps are all photochemical, and they all contain the aura of the Great Zhou Dynasty, as well as the aura of the earth veins of the land under their feet.

If the Great Zhou is not destroyed, it will last forever, and vice versa.

"Your Majesty must be familiar with how to open the formation..."

On the star picking platform, watching his majesty ascend the steps, Qian Cang bowed:
"Your Majesty, go slowly..."

"If you want to start this formation, I'm afraid it's not as simple as wasting a few years of life..."

Yang Ju went up the stairs, feeling the texture of this large formation inch by inch, and filling his spiritual image "Shenbing Tulu".

The more you perceive it, the more you can feel the majesty and terror of this large formation, and the less likely you are to believe in this formation, and the longevity can be activated in a few years.

He even suspected that even if the original owner survived, all his lifespan would not be enough...

"This large formation, I'm afraid it contains the 'Heavenly Cauldron True Spirit Diagram'..."

Walking slowly, Yang Jue's heart was very bright.

Faintly, he seemed to be able to see the endless Taoism interweaving from the altar.

It seems that once it is opened, it will radiate all directions, fill the eight wildernesses, and turn the world into one, a terrifying melting pot that can refine all tangible and intangible things!
It's kind of like...

"The Cauldron of Gluttony?!"

　Good night everyone...

　
(End of this chapter)