The Great Tao Chronicle

A hurricane fell from the sky.

It wasn't so ferocious, and wherever it went, everything danced wildly with it.

The wind moves, the clouds dance, the celestial phenomena change, sometimes it is sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes thunder and lightning flashes, sometimes hail is like a waterfall, and all the celestial phenomena appear high in the sky.

Faintly, someone seemed to hear the pulsation of the earth, as if a smallpox fell, as if a celestial girl played the piano.

died? !

Is this dead? !

In the sky and the earth, in the five continents and four seas, I don’t know how many practitioners are dumbfounded when they see this scene, and they can hardly believe their eyes!

Since more than 20,000 years ago, the three immortals came into the world to divide the three land and three seas, and for a time the Taiji Dojo and the Taiji court were forced to breathe.

Qiang Jue was like that Wang Lingguan, who had been injured by a blow from Sanbaoyu Ruyi.

Such powerful three exiled immortals used to be the yearning of countless practitioners. I don't know how many monks worshipped them and became enemies of Taiji Dojo.

For a time, a group of demons danced wildly, covering the sky.

But, such three powerful exiled immortals died in such an undisturbed manner, such an understatement, between the breaths of the old heavenly master?

Who can believe it?

Who can believe it!

Looking at the old man standing above the court of gods and under the gate of heaven, all the creatures in heaven and earth fell into a dead silence.

There is no domineering to swallow thousands of miles, and there is no courage to push invincible.

Just four words like a chant, the three exiled immortals who were once regarded as the supreme by countless people in the world have vanished.

Some cultivators could even see the horror and incredibleness on the faces of the three of them at that moment.

It seems that even they did not expect such a consequence.

"No! Impossible! It must be an illusion, an illusion!"

In the wild sands of the Western Desert, a path of Buddha's light rose into the sky, and hundreds of great monks stepped into the sky, searching in that void.

But what made them tremble was that the patriarch's breath completely disappeared, as if it was completely wiped out from the world by that gust of wind!

"Ancestor!"

Among the East China Sea Islands, there are Dao Dao sword intent, cloud energy, and water light rushing into the sky, but like many great monks, these Daoists are also terrified.

"Disappearing, inspiration, inspiration disappearing..."

On the coast of the East China Sea, on an isolated island, an old Taoist priest who had just woken up turned shocked and muttered to himself, unable to believe everything in front of him.

Ninety thousand years have passed since the end of the tenth century.

In the first 60,000 years of Tai Chi's first era, it was the world of Tai Chi Dojos. Wang Lingguan, who had penetrated the secret of immortality, became the strongest in the world after the failure of the old celestial master.

He opened up a divine court in the great sun, and the 'training warriors' under his command coerced the world for 60,000 years.

At one point, under the leadership of Wang Lingguan, he suppressed the 'immortals, Buddhas, demons, ghosts, and evil spirits' between heaven and earth to a very low level.

However, even in the most prosperous era of the Tai Chi Dojo, the inspiration between heaven and earth was only suppressed by the 'Qi', rather than really disappearing.

At this time, in his induction, the world is like an indescribable gigantic grinding disc, wiping out all the different kinds of magic in the world at a seemingly slow and fast speed!

This is a big event that is even more terrifying than the destruction of the three immortals.

"Ingenuity..."

His heart was shaking, and many practitioners in the West Land, South China Sea, East Land and other places also felt this.

But no matter how shaken or unwilling they were in their hearts, they were still suppressed in the depths of their hearts in the next instant.

Because between the shocks of the sky, the light of the sun and the moon suddenly flourished.

A chariot shrouded in ten thousand fires, the gigantic star-like chariot, was pulled by nine red-flame dragons, under the guard of thousands of gods and countless heavenly generals.

Big day out!

"Finally, there is no need to bear it anymore."

Wang Lingguan, who was surrounded by waterfalls of divine light, sighed to himself: "Unfortunately, the teacher is still faster than me..."

The chariot of God is in the sky, and its light shines brightly, surpassing the sun and the moon.

It was only for a moment, the many monks and Taoists who vacated the sky had fallen like rain, no matter how furious and roaring they were, they were still unable to resist this divine light that was pressing down.

"Wang Evil!!!"

In the vast sea of ​​the Western Desert, an old monk stepped into the air, wrapped in hundreds of millions of tons of yellow sand like a dragon, and rolled in: "The ancestors are gone, you still want to kill them all?!

Then never die! "

Boom!

The sound of the Buddha reverberated, and it resounded through the sea of ​​clouds for a while. Countless cultivators stared at the sky, only to see a huge Buddha figure towering into the sky, covering the sky and slapped Wang Lingguan above the chariot with a palm.

In the shroud of divine light, Wang Lingguan's expression was indifferent and did not change in the slightest. Only when the Buddha's palm was pressed horizontally did he speak:

"The ancestor gave me a name, I am Wang Shan!"

The words fell like thunder.

Wang Lingguan pointed his finger across the sky, filling the sky, like a pillar that spanned the long sky, but with just one press, the Buddha's shadow was shattered between the heavens and the earth.

Unabated, he leaned down, his fingertips penetrated thousands of miles in the void, and knocked the angry old monk from the broken Buddha shadow into the sky.

"you!"

The old monk looked angry and even more desperate.

But under this finger, all the unwillingness and anger were easily pierced like a bubble illusion, like a falling star, smashing heavily into the vast sea of ​​yellow sand.

Set off a giant tide of yellow sand that is as high as the sky, boundless giant waves!

"Endless death..."

Pointing out a finger, Wang Lingguan's eyes moved just now, like flames, like Wang Yang: "After so many years of patience, do you think a certain family is as high as you?"

Nearly 90,000 years have passed since Patriarch left, and he is no longer the Wang Ei he used to be.

In today's world, in addition to his own teacher, it is those three people, and only by using those few treasures can they compete with him.

But that is only possible.

If it wasn't for the teacher's repeated orders, as early as 20,000 years ago, he would have strangled these three so-called exiled immortals.

He shook his head slightly, and looked at the monk Taoist who was running away and screaming in the rolling yellow sand.

Going to the sky, going straight to the sea of ​​clouds, the dome is at a high place, and the divine court transformed by the ancestor Fang left:

"Kill without mercy!"

"Follow the orders of the Great Spirit Officer!"

Thousands of gods responded in unison, and the celestial troops behind them fell from the sky, setting off boundless fighting spirit.

Go back to the West Desert and go to the East Land.

Boom!

On the boundless land, there are further armies, and the raging war spreads from the Western Land to the East China Sea to other continents, a **** and vast purge.

it has started!

"It's devastated, and there's no time to repair one by one..."

Watching the swordsmen fighting on the ground, there was a ripple in the depths of Sa Wuling's eyes in front of Nantianmen.

If possible, he really does not want to be so cruel.

Because the suffering of this world has gone through too much, it is a pity...

Before the Divine Court, Wang Lingguan stopped in front of Nantianmen, did not set foot on the Divine Court, nor did Huang Gou who came with it.

It has been tens of thousands of years since the opening of the Taiji Temple, but no one in the Taiji Dojo dared to climb the Temple except for the five tombs of Chasa.

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Wang Lingguan bowed slightly.

Sa Wuling seemed to feel something in his heart, stared up and looked up, as if he had traveled through endless time and space, and saw a big bird that spread its wings like the sky, and was endlessly graceful.

The big bird lowered his eyes, as if surprised.

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It looks like eternity in the distance.

It was not until a long time later that Sa Wuling retracted his gaze, slowly closed his eyes, and sighed: "Is this the 'Holy'?"

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These two chapters have not been revised.