Stunning beauty

wilderness.

Boundless.

The cold wind was biting and abnormal.

Winter in Mobei always comes earlier than in Central Plains.

In the cold wind, the sky and the earth rumbled, deafening.

The battle between monsters and gods, which was fought for a hundred miles around, was unstoppable, and the scene was horrifying.

With a deadly palm, Yan Xiaoyu raised his hand to block it, adding tremendous force to his body, his knees thumped to the ground.

Unbelievable humiliation, how can a god kneel down to a human being!

Angry in his heart, Yan Xiaoyu's body was full of light and divine power, blood mist gushed out, and black hair danced wildly.

"Ok?"

Sanzang felt it, stepped on his foot, and immediately backed away.

Ten steps away, Sanzang stopped, looked at the God of Light who was burning with blood flames in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Amitabha, come on, Your Excellency, burn up the blood of the God of Light, and I won't have to do it myself." .”

"Bright Divine Flame!"

Yan Xiaoyu raised her hand, using the blood as a guide, to reappear the flame of light. In an instant, the blood-colored flame surged out, and the powerful burst of power was shocking.

When the blood flame hit, Sanzang strode to avoid it. At the same time, he waved the prayer beads in his hand, with a demonic aura, and the [-] prayer beads turned into chains, entangled with the God of Light ahead.

In the sky full of blood flames, Yan Xiaoyu saw the flying Buddha beads, her eyes turned cold, she held her right hand empty, and a long sword transformed from light and divine power appeared, and immediately, the divine sword fell, trying to break the Buddha beads.

"Keng!"

The divine sword cut the Buddha beads, the sound of gold and stone colliding sounded, and the divine sword cut the Buddhist beads blessed by Buddha power continuously.

Ten steps away, Sanzang waved the beads in his hand, using the beads made of dragon tendons as a whip, trying to consume the god of light in front of him.

He is very clear that although this blood-burning style of play can improve his strength in a short period of time, it cannot last for too long.

"boom!"

The Buddha beads were thrown over, showing amazing toughness and power, and fell to the ground, directly smashing the ground into a big hole.

A Teng snake at the peak of the five realms, with the only dragon tendon on its back, is a priceless treasure that is hard to find in the world. It is hard to break with a sword, and it is impenetrable by water and fire. Li Ziye struggled for a long time before he was willing to give it to the little monk.

After all, the landlord's family is not rich.

During the battle, Yan Xiaoyu, whose will was temporarily controlled by the God of Light, had a hard time breaking through despite his blood and divine power being consumed violently.

The sternum was shattered, and the viscera were also severely injured. If it weren't for the protection of the power of the gods, the current Yan Xiaoyu would have fallen down long ago.

However, the divine power is limited after all, and the blood energy will eventually be burned out, so it is impossible to last for too long.

"boom!"

The beads and the divine sword collided again, and the beads, which were like gold and stones, directly shattered the long sword transformed from divine power, and it hit Yan Xiaoyu with unstoppable remaining energy.

In an instant, the blood was like a waterfall, dyeing the blue sky red.

Seeing this, Sanzang immediately swept forward and slapped him with his palm, taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

"Buddha, show mercy."

However, at this moment, a peaceful voice resounded between heaven and earth, and then, a dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, blocking Sanzang's deadly palm.

The next moment, an illusory figure walked out of the beam of light, and said, "How about giving me some face and saving his life?"

Sanzang frowned, looked at Yan Xiaoyu who was protected by the power of light, clasped his hands together, and said politely, "Hall Master, the Son of God devours other people's blood, the crime is unforgivable, little monk, you can't keep him."

"There is such a thing."

In the beam of light, the phantom figure glanced at the disciple below, without saying anything, just slapped it down with a palm.

In an instant, there was a huge earthquake, and blood gushed out from Yan Xiaoyu's body, completely staining his robes red.

"Uh!"

Amidst the painful muffled sound, the five sacred treasures in Yan Xiaoyu's body quickly collapsed, and her true energy was scattered, and all her cultivation was abolished by the palm of the master of the Heavenly Mandate Palace.

Ahead, Sanzang saw this scene, his eyes darkened slightly, this Heavenly Mandate Palace Master is really ruthless, one of the five realms, if you say it is abolished, it will be abolished.

"Buddha, do you think this kind of punishment is enough?"

In the beam of light, the scholar said calmly, "For today's matter, I will treat you as a favor owed by me, and I will definitely repay it in the future."

"Amitabha."

Sanzang looked at Yan Xiaoyu whose cultivation had been abolished, and then at the phantom in the beam of light. After weighing for a moment, he nodded and said, "Since the lord of the hall has spoken in person, how can the little monk know what is good or bad? Please, the lord."

"Thank you!"

In the beam of light, the scholar responded, waved his hand and rolled over Yan Xiaoyu below, turning into a stream of light and going away.

Sanzang looked at the direction in which the two were leaving, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Is this disabled?

It should be counted.

At this moment, the Western Regions, the Temple of Heavenly Mandate.

In front of the high seat of God, the power of light in the scholar's body gradually receded, his gaze retracted, and he said, "Prayer, you go to Mobei and bring the Son of God back."

"Yes!"

Below the main hall, the Archbishop of Prison, dressed in a dark red robe, saluted respectfully, turned and left.

In front of the divine throne, the scholar sat down again, his expression slightly concentrated.

That Buddha, the speed of strength improvement is really amazing.

With just one avatar, he wasn't even sure that he could save Yan Xiaoyu's life.

The afterlife is terrifying!

"Damn, here's another one!"

When Sanzang single-handedly beat Can Yan Xiaoyu, Mingyu, who knows which horned Gela, Li Ziye was so frightened by a very scary-looking Netherland, and couldn't help but swear.

After thousands of years of torture, many Netherlands have become bloody and bloody, people are not human, ghosts are not ghosts.

"Brother Li."

On the side, Bai Wangyu spoke, looked ahead, and said solemnly, "Look at that one."

Hearing the words, Li Ziye moved his eyes, and when he saw the woman whose body was locked by countless chains in the mountain stream in front of him, his expression froze.

What a terrible sense of oppression.

Another one above the Five Realms!

In the mountain stream, the woman also seemed to feel the eyes of the four and raised her head.

The ordinary face is not amazing, but the blackness in the eyes is so strong.

"I've lost my mind."

Wen Xiuru saw the woman's eyes as black as ink, sighed softly, and said.

"Baby...baby."

In the mountain stream, the woman said tremblingly, "Help, kill me!"

"There is still a mind!"

Bai Wangyu heard the words, fixed his gaze, and said.

"Go and see."

On the side, Li Ziye said something, and walked towards the mountain stream ahead.

In front of the mountain stream, the four of them stopped, not daring to get too close.

A strong man with strength above the five realms in a sealed state is not something they can handle.

Outside the mountain stream, the four of them stood there waiting, waiting for the woman to regain her senses.

About a quarter of an hour later.

The blackness in the woman's eyes gradually faded, she looked at the four people in front of her, and said softly, "How many years?"

"Thousands of years."

The four of Li Ziye saluted respectfully and responded.

"millennium."

When the woman heard this answer, she smiled sadly and said, "It's been a thousand years, yet we haven't died yet."

Li Ziye and the others were silent, not knowing what to say.

"Taiyuan, what happened to Taiyin and the others?"

After a while, the woman came back to her senses and asked in a tired tone.

"Senior Taiyuan has already sat down."

Li Ziye replied truthfully, "Senior Taiyin was sealed in this Nether Realm just like senior, and now he has lost his mind."

"Taiyuan is dead?"

The woman's expression was shocked, and she whispered softly, "It's fine if you die, and you will be liberated if you die."

"May I ask what your senior is called?" Li Ziye said sternly.

"Taixuan."

The woman replied softly.

When the four of Li Ziye heard this, they were startled again.

Another Taizi generation?

Could it be that the sages of the Daoist Taizi generation all turned into the underworld?