Heaven's Last Big Boss

Zhou Zheng put his hands behind his back, and drove the big roc Duanyu forward slowly on the cloud, his own Dao Yun was controlled in the "reluctant golden fairy", which belonged to others who dare not provoke him, and no one would deliberately explore his origin.

The spot of light gradually enlarged in his eyes, like a washbasin, like a sand table, and quickly became extremely wide.

The mighty water of the four seas turned into thin waterfalls from the four sides of this land; the lower part of the land was covered by a mass of blood-red light, which is what it looks like to see the sea of ​​blood from the horizon.

As he got closer, Zhou Zheng couldn't help feeling the grandeur of this world and his own insignificance.

'This should be the limit of the round sky. '

Zhou Zheng looked towards Dongsheng Shenzhou, and wanted to find the famous Huaguo Mountain, but what he saw was only a forest of rolling mountains, the number of which was more than hundreds of thousands. In one corner, the fairy consciousness sweeps across, and one can see countless fairy kingdoms, cities, tribes, countless wonderful mountains and waters, and fairy caves.

Nanfangbuzhou is the birthplace of the human race, and this place is even more remarkable. Before Zhou Zheng had time to check it out, he was overwhelmed by the overflowing power of life.

I don't know how many creatures there are here, and how many countries exist here.

Xiniu Hezhou, the birthplace of Buddhism, there are countless demon spirits, more than a million temples, and the land is filled with hot incense. If you don’t know where the spiritual mountains are, you will only think that there are spiritual mountains everywhere.

Beiju Luzhou, under the miasma that persists all year round, has formed a unique "ecology", and there are a huge number of creatures struggling to survive here.

Looking at this, Zhou Zheng saw a prosperous world.

But then his mood sank.

Without him, if the heavens make trouble, this is the first place to suffer.

Zhou Zheng stared at the center of the world.

The former Buzhou Mountain has already collapsed, and the remnant body of Buzhou Mountain has also been moved to an unknown place.

Central Shenzhou, once a sacred place for cultivating Taoism and a place where thousands of immortal sects stand, has become a little lonely at the moment, and the middle third of the area is covered by thunderstorms.

In the thunderstorm are the ruins of heaven.

That's where the evil thoughts of heaven lie.

"Have you ever been here? Broken Feather?"

"Teacher, this disciple was born here and made a living here," Dapeng Niao sighed. "When I was young and frivolous, I did a lot of evil things here. Now that I think about it, those who live well have nothing to do with me." ? And why do they have to be their king, they don’t really think I’m worth following.”

Zhou Zheng nodded slightly.

Broken Feather's transformation was very successful.

"Teacher, where shall we go first?"

"Let's go to Dongsheng Shenzhou," Zhou Zheng said slowly, "I will also make a pilgrimage."

"Shouldn't you go to Lingshan first?"

"Look carefully around Lingshan."

Dapeng's eyes glowed with golden light, staring closely at the location of Lingshan, his brows gradually wrinkled.

"There……"

"78 major formations," Zhou Zheng said slowly, "Buddhist sect's own protective formations, the many killing formations arranged by Jietian Sect, and the protective formations arranged by Futian League nearby, there are a total of 78 major formations, thousands of people in the underground and in the sky. The masters are hiding in secret, so if we go there now, aren't we just making them targets?"

Dapeng laughed without saying a word.

Zhou Zheng looked at Zhong Shenzhou for a while.

He really wanted to visit the Dao of Heaven, but after thinking about it carefully, he decided to be safer.

Zhiyong didn't know where he was.

So, Zhou Zheng took Dapeng Niao back to Dongsheng Shenzhou, and began to search for mountains and rivers, looking for the heavy sense of history in the Three Realms.

However, he hadn't stayed there for a long time, when thousands of miles of dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky above Lingshan, and a blood-colored thunderbolt fell down, arousing layers of light walls of formations.

In the seemingly peaceful land of Wubuzhou, there was a terrifying coercion in an instant.

It seems that in the next moment, countless huge figures will appear in this world, tearing up the dark cloud directly.

Who started first?

Zhou Zheng stood on the top of the mountain and looked across the continent, a little fighting intent gradually appeared in his eyes.

……

Nezha's temper is not normal at the moment.

He is located thousands of miles north of Daleiyin Temple in Lingshan, a stronghold occupied by the Futian League - a resplendent and majestic temple.

He stared at the dark clouds above his head, feeling the strong blood power within, his eyes were full of eagerness to try.

Behind Nezha, [-]% of the masters of the Futian League came, and there were six detachable moving formations behind them, which could quickly transport thousands of troops.

Once upon a time, Wubuzhou was the headquarters of the Heavenly Court. Why did it need to transport troops like this?

Emperor Ziwei is not here, the situation here is discussed and planned by the four celestial masters and three real people.

At this moment, Nezha really wanted to let out a long roar and go directly into the dark clouds to see what kind of monsters and ghosts it was.

It's a pity that I can't rush.

A mature general must learn to obey military orders, and this battle is no joke.

Nezha heard the discussion of several celestial masters from the side:

"Is it the Shura clan?"

"Why are they here? But there is no one in Wubuzhou? Hmph!"

"The Shura tribe lives in a sea of ​​blood. After Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva settled in the underworld, the Shura tribe rebelled hundreds of times, but they were all suppressed by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with Buddhist soldiers. Therefore, the Shura tribe and the Buddhist sect do have blood feuds."

"It should be Maitreya's arrangement for them to come here today. Since Maitreya dared to declare this matter to the Three Realms, he must have made sufficient preparations."

"The Tathagata Buddha has a very important relationship, especially at such a crucial point, we need to be cautious."

"The God of Mountain Guard, Hui'an Walker, and Boy Shancai have arrived here a few days ago. Presumably, the emperor has probably arrived as well. We still have to think carefully, and don't let the emperor clean up the mess for us."

"good."

A group of old gods nodded each other, and then began to twirl their beards and ponder, waiting for the situation to change.

The sky-shattering sound came again from within the dark clouds, and blood-colored thunder fell to the large formation wrapped around Lingshan.

Four burly figures appeared above the clouds. Their upper bodies were bare, their red skin was exposed, and they exuded a tyrannical coercion. They each had eight arms, and their beards and hairs were constantly beating like flames.

Sea of ​​blood, Shura.

Chapter 276 Great Sage!

"The Tathagata!"

An eight-armed Shura roared and reprimanded:

"You Buddhism suppressed my blood clan and slaughtered my clan members. Today you still want to reincarnate and return? My blood clan is the first to refuse!"

Such shouts spread throughout the central area of ​​Xiniu Hezhou.

Zhou Zheng could hear it naturally. He thought for a while, but he couldn't figure out what the real purpose of these Shura tribes came here.

Either Maitreya is scheming, or he is sincerely seeking revenge.

But no matter what, this has become the fuse of the Lingshan incident.

The four eight-armed Shura displayed their supernatural powers at the same time, and one after another blood-colored divine thunder smashed towards the formation outside the Lingshan Mountain.

Zhou Zheng led Dapeng Duanyu to lurk secretly, and quickly approached Xiniu Hezhou.

In the middle of the journey, Dapeng Niao said: "Teacher, you should not make a move. The evil thoughts of heaven and evil are nearby. If there is no difficult enemy later, please allow disciples to do it for you."

"good."

Zhou Zheng agreed with a smile.

He began to like the feeling of being called a teacher a little bit.

Although in today's game, the probability of him not making a move is almost zero.

Let's look at the four Asura masters blasting a big formation, the big formation outside Lingshan is only slightly flickering, many experts from afar can see it, the inside of Lingshan is cloudy and golden, and the boundless incense merits have been invoked.

The formation is unbreakable.

The four eight-armed Asura quickly became angry from embarrassment.

As soon as Shura opened his mouth and sucked fiercely, the dark cloud of thousands of miles rolled back and was absorbed into his belly almost instantly.

In the next moment, the Shura swelled up like a balloon, hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, ten thousand feet!

It finally turned into a [-]-foot-high eight-armed giant, and stepped on Lingshan!

"evil creature!"

A loud roar came from the west, and the light of the Buddha was seen, and the figure of an old monk appeared in the sky above the Lingshan Mountain. palm.

The situation changed in an instant!

Daoes of golden light condensed into raised palms, which actually supported that giant foot for a few moments!

Looking at the old monk's back, the Buddha's light is indistinct in human form. This human form still looks like himself, but he is a master of the heart branch of Buddhism.

He raised his right hand slowly, and his neck was bulging with blue veins;

The eight-armed giant had swollen thighs, and with a ferocious expression on his face, he trampled on the old monk fiercely.

There was a bang, and golden thunderbolts suddenly burst out from the palm of the giant palm.

The eight-armed giant staggered backwards, and half of his leg was blown off directly. The old monk's figure was shaky, and he lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he still raised his head and scolded angrily:

"This is my holy land of Buddhism, how can you allow Shura to be presumptuous!"

"you wanna die!"

Another eight-armed Shura roared angrily, and flew down from the clouds, his long hair trembling like bright red seaweed.

Beside the old monk, the Buddha's light flickered, and six or seven monks showed their figures.

The old man, the long-haired layman, and the tender-faced novice monk all showed their superb Dharma cultivation, and at the same time greeted the eight-armed Shura who jumped down.

The Buddha's shadow heavily conceals the blood energy, and the arhat's fake body confuses people's eyes.

There was a great battle in the sky above Lingshan, the other two Shuras rushed down again, and dozens of Buddhist masters appeared one after another from the periphery.

The short-legged giant's dharma body did not have time to restore its stumped limbs, more than a dozen old monks had already besieged it, the giant had no choice but to restore its real body, and grabbed eight kinds of weapons to fight forward.

The eight-armed Shura is already the master housekeeper of the Blood Sea Shura Clan. He enters the Dao with killing and forges the Dao with killing. The fierce flames are surging, how cruel!

In an instant, the old monk was injured and the novice was bleeding.

"Amitabha."

"Buddhist Holy Land."

Another group of weaker Buddhist masters showed up and finally stabilized the battle situation, but the four eight-armed Shura became more and more courageous as they fought, and beat these monks to the point of fleeing.

Suddenly, I heard a sneer resounding all over Xiniu Hezhou:

"It's embarrassing that the great Buddhist sect is in such a state of decline. Where is the 36th Buddha? Where is the Arhat? Where is the Bodhisattva? It's shameful to let some monks who don't have your title go to battle. It's embarrassing."

"Amitabha."

A thick Buddha's name followed, and an eight-armed Shura suddenly flew upside down, and a furry black palm print was pushed across the air, and the universe split open instantly.

The palm print was very strange, he kept his eyes on the eight-armed Shura, and kept moving like a shadow.

The eight-armed Shura had no choice but to gather his eight arms like flower buds and face the furry bear's paw, blasting thousands of thunderbolts.

The eight-armed Shura vomited blood, and several arms split open at the same time.

The other three Shuras galloped towards him quickly, and all the Buddhist masters didn't dare to chase after them. At this moment, they immediately gathered around the outer edge of the Lingshan formation, looking at the figure who made the attack just now.

It was a black bear.

To be precise, it was a man with the appearance of a black bear. At the moment, he kept a solemn face, but his whole body was covered with black bear hair. He was holding a gun in his left hand, and the gun was behind his back at the moment, with a bit of pity in his eyes.

"Whoever ridicules in secret, it is better to show up and teach.

"The little monk Luojia guards the mountain god, and is ordered by Guanyin Bodhisattva to guard the Lingshan Mountain here."

Hui'an walker Mu Zha and Shancai boy hid in the dark and did not show up.

Hearing a soft chirp, the sky in the east distorted slightly, and a group of evil cultivators appeared. The leader was a handsome man with a blood-red forehead and a folding fan in his hand.

He said calmly: "Is the poor way wrong? Think about how arrogant and domineering the Buddhism was in the past, in the name of protecting and protecting the common people, doing things to fool the common people, and seeing that we free and unrestrained immortals are not pleasing to the eye, making things difficult for us, presumptuously determining good and evil. What about now? The one guarding the mountain gate turned out to be a bear, or Feng Mojie from Journey to the West snatched it from the Yaozu."