Honghuang: I, Haotian!Create a mythical heaven

Earth, fire, feng shui rotated, and the breath of a new world rushed in. He split all obstacles, and the chaotic light surged.

This is not a virtual scene, but the real power of primordial origin, filled with the aura of the birth of all things, as if returning to the beginning of the Tao.

boom!

Faced with all this, Wu Yunxian's hands formed seals, the red clouds were transpiring, and the bright (bfbd) sacred furnace rose, which directly blocked the axe.

There were nine divine phoenixes rushing out of the furnace, and a round of the sun manifested on the spot. This is a kind of divine power, it doesn't seem to be evolved at all, as if the real innate treasure has arrived.

There was a violent collision, the sun and the ax collided together, emitting an immortal light, and the whole world collapsed.

boom!

At this moment, everyone was deaf and couldn't hear anything. The huge impact sound made many people's ears bleed.

This was a terrible impact, the sun branded on the furnace collapsed, and the giant ax that opened the sky also collapsed, turning into a streamer.

The fluctuations caused by the strikes were too frightening, as if they had pierced through the Nine Heavens. This was a great devastation.

In the sky, the crimson blood-like furnace rose up, and then fell down violently. This time, it suppressed the Taoist Randeng, the Twelve Golden Immortals, and even the phantom of the saint.

Everyone is stunned, what kind of combat power is this?

With the body of an unsage, suppressing the incarnation of a saint and gaining the upper hand, this is an amazing performance!

The most unacceptable thing for Ran Deng Taoist and others is that the person who did all this was actually a disciple of Jiejiao.

It's the teacher they have always looked down upon!

"rise!"

The phantom of the saint uttered a word lightly, resounding through the sky, shaking the entire sky, spreading tens of thousands of miles, and shaking the laws of heaven and earth.

It seemed as if the words could not be followed, and they were about to lift the bloody holy furnace and shatter it into the void.

The boundless loud noise shook the years, broke the space, and rumbled, like thousands of troops galloping, deafening and indescribable, piercing the long river of time, the bloody sacred furnace is rising, and it is about to be opened, saint The phantom erupted with incomparable power, as if a real saint had descended!

"Repression!"

Lie in white, Wu Yunxian finally spoke, his voice was so loud, he descended from the sky, his whole body was radiating brilliance, and he stepped on the sacred furnace.

The white clothes are better than the snow, Wu Yunxian stepped on the sacred furnace and landed, suppressing the phantom of the saint, falling non-stop, unrivaled.

This is an eternal picture, and people will never forget how many years have passed. Wu Yunxian is hunting in white clothes, showing his invincible demeanor without a doubt.

"Is this still a disciple of Interceptor?!"

Daoist Ran Deng was horrified, he was the most tenacious, but at this moment he was also desperate.

Wu Yunxian is too powerful.

Even the phantom of a saint can be suppressed.

You know, this is no ordinary opponent.

Possesses a trace of saint power.

Even if there is only a trace, this is the real power of a saint!

But now, not only could he not do anything to Wu Yunxian, he was also suppressed by him.

This kind of mighty power is frightening.

Beyond the quasi-sage level.

What shocked them even more was that this man actually intercepted his disciple!

What they explained and taught their disciples could not do, but Jiejiao's disciples did it?

This shows what?

Wouldn't it be better for them to explain the teaching than to stop it?

At this moment, doubts arose in his heart, even his belief was shaken, and his Taoism changed.

He looked at Wu Yunxian who was confronting the phantom of the saint.

The white clothes are fluttering, standing on the red blood god furnace, shining on the sky, as if alone on the top of the mountain, the mountains are too small, and the phantom of the saint will lie under the god furnace under the feet.

This is a kind of spirit where the sky is the cliff and I am the peak. Looking down on the vast land, even the phantom of the saint has fallen - gone, and wants to kneel at his feet.

The eternal picture, no matter how many years have passed, is imprinted in people's hearts and cannot be erased.

Peerless God King!

At this moment, these four words involuntarily appeared in everyone's mind.

Too strong.

Even opponents must be convinced!

boom!

At this moment, the phantom of the saint exploded.

It seemed to blew up all the power.

Boundless power burst forth at this moment, and that trace of the saint's power was deduced to the extreme, piercing through the scarlet blood furnace!

The phantom of the saint dissipated.

And Wu Yunxian wins snow in white clothes, independent in the void.

The expression is peaceful and the demeanor is extraordinary.

"Back, Junior Brother Huang Long has already gone to explain the teachings to find the master, and now it is almost here, we just need to hold on!" Taoist Ran Deng said directly.

Just when he was about to retreat, he saw Wu Yunxian sitting cross-legged in the void, and a guqin appeared in front of him. He lightly plucked the strings, and made a wonderful sound that resounded throughout the universe. "Today, I will play a prelude to the gods for you fellow Taoists, sending you off to reincarnation!"

"May fellow Taoists not be alone on the road of reincarnation!"

Chapter 293 The Saint Incarnation Ends!The battlefield is upgraded!

"retreat!"

"Quick retreat!!!"

Taoist Ran Deng's scalp was numb and he was yelling.

Now that even the phantoms of the saints are directly shattered, they are no match for Wu Yunxian at all.

Now, the meaning in Wu Yun's fairy words is obviously that he doesn't intend to keep his hand.

This battle is bound to be an endless ending!

And they are all top powerhouses in elucidation and teaching, with profound fortunes, excellent footholds, and unlimited future, they must not die in the East China Sea!

Even if you lose all your face, you have to live. Once a person dies, there is nothing left.

Of course, their retreat did not mean fleeing back to Chanjiao directly in embarrassment, but to temporarily avoid the edge.

They have to wait!

Wait for Master Huanglong to report to Master, and wait for Master Yuanshi-Tianzun to arrive!

Not waiting for them to withdraw a few steps.

Between heaven and earth, there is the sound of a piano.

Ding Dong!

It was a piece of music with coherent sounds, harmonious sounds of heaven and earth, moving slowly, and the sound spread thousands of miles - mountains and rivers.

"Divine Comedy, this is the real Divine Comedy!"

someone exclaimed.

The moment this melody appeared, it was no longer a one-man battlefield.

Ten thousand miles are moving.

I don't know how many creatures are floating in the melody.

In the sky, there are many visions.

The petals are flying all over the sky, and the pieces are crystal clear, falling between the sky and the earth, and the fragrance is tangy.

And in this vision, Wu Yunxian is dressed in white and playing the piano leisurely, which sets him off even more vulgar, untouched by the worldly atmosphere.

puff!

Immortal Yuding's body exploded directly, turning into a rain of blood that filled the sky, dyed the crystal petals red, and was extraordinarily beautiful.

He was already injured, and even the blue-gold battle armor bestowed by Yuanshi Tianzun was broken.

Now under the sound of this song, no matter how unbearable it is, the physical body will explode directly.

The rain of flowers danced in the sky, the prelude to the gods shocked the nine heavens, and the petals were stained with blood, stunning the world.

The fallen flowers are colorful and fragrant, and the pieces are flying, crystal clear, lingering around Wu Yunxian. He plucked the strings and played the truth of heaven and earth, with the aura of the universe's first opening.

Even if the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao and Taoist Randeng retreated again and again, they couldn't stop the melody.

The sound moves through the ages.

puff!

Master Lingbao's body was shattered, and the bright blood flowers, dyed red and gorgeous flower rain, bloomed with the taste of life, and scattered with the breeze.

The sky is crystal clear, with a faint fragrance, shining with the brilliance of life, and the pure white petals are stained with blood and fall down.

Boo!

There was another soft sound, and hundreds of blood flowers bloomed, and the body of Master Puxian exploded, and the scarlet blood stained the sky.

The magnificent picture is also blood-stained. The peace and tranquility bloom with awe-inspiring sharpness, and Wu Yunxian performed the Divine Comedy, which shocked and frightened everyone.

In the blink of an eye, the third of the Twelve Golden Immortals has gone, his body was smashed into pieces, and he became a passing cloud, leaving only the primordial spirit to be put away and protected by the Taoist burning lamp.

With such lethality, even Daoist Ran Deng at the pinnacle of the quasi-sage had to avoid the edge for the time being, not dare to compete with him. How can such a result not be surprising?

Sitting alone in front, he seemed to be able to block thousands of troops. Sitting alone, the crowd of immortals would not be able to open it, which shocked everyone who explained the teaching.

Wu Yunxian didn't move, letting the flowers and rain fly, his eyes were deep, he stared at the front and taught everyone, the world was very quiet, only the sound of falling flowers.

The Divine Comedy is born!

Everyone was shocked and terrified.

This song is not all related to cultivation, it is a manifestation of a state of mind and an understanding of Tao.

"He can't be allowed to continue anymore, this person must be stopped!"

Taoist Ran Deng looked dignified.

Fleeing like this, I'm afraid they won't be able to wait for the arrival of Yuanshi Tianzun, and they will all die in the East China Sea.

This Divine Comedy is too scary.

Enter the Tao with music.

Although there are in the prehistoric world, few people have reached such a point. Even the Daluo Jinxian can't bear it, and the quasi-sages are extremely difficult to resist.

Without any hesitation, he directly sacrificed the lantern of the coffin palace.

This is his accompanying spirit treasure, which is extremely terrifying.

As soon as the sacrifice was made, the flames suddenly surged, as if everything was dimmed, and there were only bright lights in the sky and the earth, shining on the sky.

The lights are flickering, like a human form, that is the spirit of lights.

It is Ma Shan in later generations!

At this moment, the fire was surging, rushing towards Wu Yunxian to burn away.

Guangchengzi was not idle either.

The Fantian seal was sacrificed.

The huge treasure seal seems to have turned into a square of land, covering the sky and the sun, engraved with divine patterns, shining brightly, and possessing unparalleled power.

This is the half of Buzhou Mountain taken by Yuanshi Tianzun when Buzhou Mountain collapsed back then, and the congenital spirit treasure refined into it is terrifyingly powerful.

The rest did not sit still.

Fearing Liusun sacrificed the immortal rope.