On one hundred ways to influence the other party

The surroundings were gray, and Bai You stood where she was, not daring to move. She knew that this was the inner world of Sky Axe, and that every place could be in danger.

It looks like there is nothing inside, but if you look closely, you can actually see a lot of things, such as the moving chaos, the four floating elements seem to be chaotic, but they are performing a set of regular and irregular formations.

She stood here and closed her eyes, and began to comprehend quietly.

Gods and Buddhas gather outside Buzhou Mountain. After all, Buzhou Mountain is not an ordinary spiritual mountain.The change of Buzhou Mountain is no small matter.

"Who set up this enchantment?" He input a wave of spiritual energy to test it, but it was like a drop of water falling into the sea. He didn't stir up any waves, and the enchantment didn't move at all.

All the people gathered were Da Neng, and their expressions became serious in an instant.

"Could it be the ones above?" Someone speculated that they couldn't think of anyone other than saints who could make such a big battle.

This guess is the voice of most people, and someone said again, "The sage has nothing to do with 33 Chongtian, why did he suddenly come to Buzhou Mountain this time?"

Buzhou Mountain was lifeless, and they didn't feel comfortable looking at it. After all, they were all veteran quasi-sages who had seen Buzhou Mountain back then.

It is inevitable that some people will think of the Lich War back then, the era when the demon clan ruled the sky and the witch clan ruled the land.

Back then, the liches were hard to hide their sharpness, and the saints had to give three points of face, but in the end they still fell into a downfall.

Mount Buzhou was transformed by Pangu's spine, and Pingxin and Po Meng unexpectedly left the underworld and came here. They are the most uncomfortable people watching the lonely scene of Mount Buzhou.

Glancing at each other, Ping Xin took a step forward and touched the barrier like a glass cover, and she felt a familiar force as soon as her hand touched it.

Her eyes widened, she was so frightened that she withdrew her hand and took two steps back.Fortunately, they didn't stand with those quasi-sages, so her changes were not noticed by others.

"What's the matter?" Meng Po hurriedly asked, watching her speechless for a long time before regaining her composure.

"This is the power of God the Father..."

That's right, as direct descendants of Pangu, although they are no longer considered to be of the Wu clan, they are still very familiar with Pangu's power.

Granny Meng was taken aback for a moment, and then she also extended her hand, and her reaction was as calm as it was heartfelt.

"How could this be?" Granny Meng glanced at her hand and said in astonishment.

It is a recognized fact that Pangu died, his gas transformed into Sanqing, his blood transformed into twelve ancestor witches, and his divine body transformed into this huge prehistoric world.

Pingxin and Meng Po felt it, and the few people outside 33 Chongtian naturally felt it too.

The Sanqing Palace, which had been abandoned for a long time, welcomed its owner again, and the three brothers who hadn't contacted each other for thousands of years returned to the Sanqing Palace at the same time.

In the Battle of the Conferred Gods, the vitality of the Xuanjiao was severely injured, among which the Shangqing Tongtian was the most miserable, the disciples of the sect were killed and injured, the apostate, the eldest disciple was also sent to the west to become a Buddha, and he himself was even more miserable because of laying down the sword of killing immortals. Zhen was imprisoned by teacher Hongjun for many years.

Except for the two in the west, the two elder brothers who cheated him the most were his two elder brothers. Let alone the elder brother, he was fighting with Yuqing in the battle of conferring the gods, and neither of them ended well. Except for the Sanwu Taoist, basically everyone left.

Those who recruited a lot of disciples are now the same as their elder brothers, with only one or two disciples under their sect.

Although it was the fate of the heavens back then, the two saints who were too cruel to Tong Tianxia also felt guilty, but the saints couldn't save face, so the three brothers no longer had contact.

"Tongtian, you're here too?" Yuqing was the most face-saving, but she also cared about Tongtian the most. She lost her head when she was beaten back then, but she still has a headache when she thinks about it after many years.

"You can't tolerate me?" Tong Tian glanced at him and snorted coldly. It is the way of heaven to exterminate religion. Although he hated him, he was not too angry with these two brothers, especially during those years of being imprisoned. Unable to practice, he could only rely on his memories to survive. He remembered the days when they just transformed into form, and remembered a lot of things back then.

Thinking of the time when the dragon and the phoenix fought, his poor cultivation provoked the dragon clan, and the two elder brothers swore to protect him to the death, and recalled the scene of Qinglian Hua Sanjiao at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

The hatred has long been diluted, but he is also a person who can't lose face, and he doesn't hate but doesn't want to bow his head.

There was a reason for the Sanqing to gather in the Sanqing Palace. Tongtian suddenly stretched out his hand, and a Qinglian sword flew out of the Sanqing Palace.

Holding the hilt of the sword, a trace of nostalgia flashed in Tongtian's eyes.The twelfth-grade green lotus has turned into a flat crutch, Ruyi and the green lotus sword, which symbolize that the three religions were originally one family.

When they built the Sanqing Palace, they never thought that they would be separated, so they sealed all three things in the Sanqing Palace.

They came to discuss Buzhou Mountain, but Tongtian was unusual, they also opened their mouths to talk.

"Brothers, can I borrow Yu Ruyi and Bianguai for a while?" Pulling a sword flower, Tong Tian put the sword back into its sheath, looked at the two brothers and said.

The two who were indebted to Tongtian looked at each other, and unanimously summoned Bianguai and Yuruyi from the depths of Sanqing Palace.

Tong Tian didn't speak, but just threw the sword in his hand. Qinglian Sword, Yu Ruyi, and Bianguai floated in the air in a triangular arrangement, exuding the aura that an innate spirit treasure should have.

There were seals formed on Tongtian's hands, and those seals were obscure and incomprehensible. Tongtian's attainments in formation can be said to be comparable to no one in the whole prehistoric world, even Yuqing and Taiqing frowned.

"Combined!" After ninety-nine and eighty-one seals, Tongtian snorted, and the three treasures actually merged into one, turning into a green lotus overflowing with light, no more, no less, and the green lotus was exactly the twelfth grade. .

"The Twelfth Grade Good Fortune Qinglian!" Yu Qing was stunned for a moment, and blurted out a sentence.

Twelve grade good fortune green lotus is a congenital treasure, rare in the world.

"You actually have such ability?" Differentiation is easy, how can it be so simple to return to the source?

"It's always been there." Appreciating the astonishment of the two people, Tong Tian laughed. If he had a tail, his tail would be raised very high at the moment.

"Then why didn't you say it back then! If there was a treasure to suppress luck, how could you end up exterminating the sect and leaving no disciples behind!" Yuqing cursed.

"Brother, don't you understand that it's useless to have the treasure, and the way of heaven destined me to exterminate the religion!" Tong Tian had realized this when he was enshrining the gods, so he went crazy and set up the Zhu Xian sword formation to shatter the prehistoric world.

"And who said that I have no disciples?" Tong Tian stretched out his hand to take Qing Lian, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"All three thousand disciples under your sect have run away, Duobao has become a Western Buddha, you..."

"Tongtian, you have accepted disciples again." Lao Tzu stopped Yuqing's chatter, watched Tongtian and said the most common sentence among brothers.

"Brother's advice." Tong Tian raised his tail even higher.

"You're recruiting disciples again!" Back then, Yuqing, who scolded Tongtian, exploded again, "Haven't you been hurt bad enough by disciples? If you listened to me back then and recruited fewer disciples, how could you have ended up like this?"

"Second brother, aren't you similar to me in taking fewer disciples?" Tong Tian yelled back.

"At least one person left under my door..."

"Yes, a Sanwu Taoist." Tongtian continued to yell, seeing that Yuqing's face turned black, his scalp numb, and said, "I only have one person under my sect. Don't worry, brother, the sect cannot be destroyed!"

"How many registered disciples?" He no longer believed in Tongtian's nonsense, and he was more concerned about the number of registered disciples.

"Only three." Tong Tian said with a sneer.

In fact, he really wanted to recruit more disciples, but the defected disciples hit him hard.

"Monster?"

"They're all human races." Tong Tian shook his head, he had never seen a few fresh monster races with good aptitude and good nature.

Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the use of this Qinglian?" Lao Tzu asked.

"I will pay you back." Tong Tian said vaguely, and then threw Qinglian down, and he didn't know where it was thrown, because the innate things can't be counted.

"Have you noticed the change in Buzhou Mountain?" Tong Tian didn't say anything, and they didn't ask, but chose to return to the original topic.

"That's right." Tongtian responded, and the dignified Tongtian who was different from the two seemed a lot more casual.

"You know?" Lao Tzu is a man of great wisdom, and he can tell Tong Tian's different behavior at a glance.

"Brother, all these years, do you really think that I am retreating to face the wall?" Tong Tian smiled, he waved a barrier casually, and sacrificed the four swords of Zhu Xian to maintain the barrier.

The temporarily opened small space is not controlled by the Dao of Heaven.

"If I want to defy the sky, will the two elder brothers stop me?" Tong Tian looked at the two of them and said word by word.

The two chose to remain silent, and Tong Tian didn't speak, because he knew that these words were indeed outrageous, especially since the teachings of his two elder brothers were to obey the will of heaven.

"Tongtian..."

"Okay, I get it." Tong Tian waved his hand and received Zhu Xian's Four Swords.

"Are we brothers?" He turned around and asked before leaving.

Yuqing wanted to speak, but Lao Tzu stopped him, and Lao Tzu nodded, "It's always been."

"That's enough!" Tong Tian laughed a few times, and left without mercy.

"Tongtian!" Yuqing shouted, but Tongtian didn't look back.

"Original, let him do it." Lao Tzu shook his head and said.

"Brother, you know how difficult this road is!" Yuqing couldn't bear to see Tongtian who had just come out of the small black room not long ago go back.

"With our protection, I can't die." Laozi only said eight words, which proved his position.

"Brother, what do you mean?"

"Does the Dao of Heaven really dare to move Sanqing?" Lao Tzu asked back. Sanqing has the most merits and virtues to open up the sky, and the luck is the best in the wild. Want to crack Sanqing's feelings.

"Brother is right." Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the door, and waved his hand to call out a water mirror. The scene in the water mirror was Buzhou Mountain.