Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 757: Common Purpose

Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 757: Common Purpose

"Xitian Bohou?"

Tong Laozu seemed to have not expected Xitian Bohou to attack him, his brows furrowed, his expression solemn.

Facing Xitian Bohou, even the ancestor of Guangtian Pusheng dared not be careless. Although Tong Laozu was an old emperor and much older than Xitian Bohou, for the strong men at the level of emperor, age was no longer important.

Xitian Bohou slashed with a sword, drawing a vertical downward sword light, slashing towards Tong Laozu.

The world became dim.

This kind of dimness was not the kind of darkness that blinded people instantly, but from light to dark. The light of the world dimmed little by little at an even rhythm, and finally returned to darkness.

The light of the world was attracted by Xitian Bohou's sword, but in this uniformly darkening world, another sword slashed down fiercely at a speed beyond everything!

Two completely different and contradictory moral principles merged together, impacting Tong Laozu's state of mind!

The former Sword Emperor, now a wanderer, casually strikes with a sword, sloppily and carelessly, but interprets the essence of the sword to the fullest. In this simple sword, speed and change are perfectly combined. The aura is not released, but it causes the celestial phenomena to change, and the power is beyond imagination.

"Good! Good sword! Brother Xitian is finally willing to make a move!"

The leader of the Demon Cult, Mo, couldn't help but laugh. Although he spent all his money to recruit Xitian Bohou, the recognized number one swordsman in the Nine Heavens, it was difficult to get Xitian Bohou to make a move for him. More often, Xitian Bohou was just a deterrent to keep the Demon Cult in place.

Now that Xitian Bohou finally slashed out his famous Xitian First Sword in order to compete for Luochuan, the leader of the Demon Cult was naturally overjoyed and full of confidence in the current situation.

On the other hand, Rong Xuanzhen and the other two looked gloomy. Although they also had the cultivation of the emperor level, they were much weaker than Xitian Bohou, who was among the top 100 emperors in the Nine Heavens. Even if they put all their strength into the three emperor families, they could not do anything to Xitian Bohou.

After the death of Jiulong Jun, the six sages hid from the world, and the only one who could stop the number one swordsman in the Nine Heavens was himself.

Facing Xitian Bohou's sword that was bound to win, Tong Laozu's eyes bloomed with divine brilliance, and a wonderful aura rose from his head and hovered in the air. It turned into a circle of strange round rings. At first glance, it looked like tree rings, but a closer look revealed that it was indeed tree rings, but it was the "tree rings" of people!

"The great Xitian Bohou. The former commander of 30,000 sword cultivators under the seat of Jiulong Jun, but now he actually surrenders to the demons. If your Jiulong Jun is still alive, he will be pissed off by you when he finds out."

Tong Laozu laughed and shouted.

When one's cultivation reaches the level of the sub-emperor or the emperor, a string of words spoken casually can bloom in the form of Tao sound, and the speed of sound is so fast that it can't be covered by thunder. This is the so-called eloquence.

Tong Laozu has the advantage in his words. But he is extremely cautious in his heart. With his cultivation, he can only rank around 20th on the Jiutian Emperor Ranking, which is a huge gap compared to Xitian Bohou. Fortunately, he has been practicing the anti-aging skill for many years, and he practices the way of annual rings, which is mysterious and powerful. It can also be regarded as his last resort.

Xitian Bohou slashed with a sword, and Tong Laozu's head rose. Like the shadow of the moon falling into the lake, after the ripples, it spread out a piece of semicircular light wheel, like the annual rings of an old tree, and the small circle evolved into a large circle, the circles overlapped and surrounded, and spread outward.

In a moment. A light wheel with more than ten thousand circles appeared above Tong Laozu's head. The light wheel spun rapidly, and the vortex arms swung to both sides, virtual and real, real and illusory. Each circle contains the Taoist vitality accumulated by Tong Laozu in one year, and ten thousand circles of light wheels mean ten thousand years. When these light wheels overlap, the Taoist vitality contained in them is by no means as simple as one plus one.

Tong Laozu muttered something in his mouth, pinched his fingers and clicked on the long-lived light wheel. The light wheel shook slightly, and the next moment it floated in front of Tong Laozu, like a giant vortex shield, releasing the morality of the passing of time.

Years are like the long river of time, and the dead are like this, and it is difficult to recover. The giant shield of Dao force refined by the annual ring Dao is enough to block all attacks.

"Not a bad method. Unfortunately, it is not the righteous way you have been practicing, so it is difficult to exert your full strength."

Xitian Bohou looked normal, looked at Tong Laozu, and said lightly.

In the dark sky, there were only two lights, one was Xitian Bohou's sword, and the other was Tong Laozu's Wansui Roulette.

These two lights were like the strange sun rising in the dark night, grabbing everyone's attention.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Xitian Bohou's sword slashed Tong Laozu's "shield"!

Rumble!

The air waves rolled between heaven and earth, and the Dao force surged like a tide, rushing in all directions!

The area of ​​3,000 miles with the Black Pool Swamp as the core, whether it was mountains, rivers, plains or forests, was destroyed and turned into nothingness.

The two people were fighting for Luochuan, and only one move caused such a violent vibration. Fortunately, there were only cultivators in the ancient battlefield area. If it were somewhere else, this move would probably wipe out the people and lives of a small country.

"So strong!"

Emperor Fusheng retreated ten miles and looked at Xitian Bohou in the distant sky in shock. He called himself Emperor Fusheng, which means to look down on life, but who can really see through the mundane world in the Nine Heavens? Not long after Emperor Fusheng was given the title of Emperor, he ranked among the top 100 emperors. He was quite proud of himself. He was also curious about those people at the top of the list, and sometimes he even had a faint desire to resist.

Until he saw Xitian Bohou, who was ranked in the top ten on the list, take action with his own eyes, destroying the world with one sword, and his power was unpredictable, Emperor Fusheng realized the gap between him and the real top powerhouses.

Not to mention Xitian Bohou, even Tong Laozu on the opposite side made Emperor Fusheng deeply impressed.

Although Tong Laozu retreated under Xitian Bohou's sword, a crack across the center of the wheel appeared on the Wansui Guanglun, but he was not injured, and even his breath was very stable. This alone surprised and admired the emperors present.

However, no one knew that Tong Laozu was as surprised as anyone present.

Tong Laozu was not surprised by Xitian Bohou's strength, but what really surprised him was the purpose of Xitian Bohou's attack - not to compete for Luo Chuan, but to stop him from hurting Luo Chuan.

And from beginning to end, Tong Laozu was just bluffing and had no intention of hurting Luo Chuan at all.

It was not until this move landed that Patriarch Tong realized that their ideas were surprisingly similar, and they all wanted to save Luo Chuan.

What's going on? Why did Xitian Bohou also want to save Luo Chuan?

Patriarch Tong raised his eyebrows, and a puzzled look appeared on his face.

When he was in Guangtian Pusheng, Luo Chuan would see a blue-clothed boy practicing alone in a cave every time he practiced in a remote valley. That boy was none other than the most mysterious ancestor of Guangtian Pusheng, Patriarch Tong who practiced the art of rejuvenation alone!

Although Luo Chuan was notorious among Guangtian Pusheng and was regarded as a traitor, there were still some people who were skeptical about this, and Patriarch Tong was one of them. He had been in contact with Luo Chuan for the longest time, and what he had come into contact with was the most real and unconcealed side of Luo Chuan. Naturally, he did not believe that Luo Chuan was a traitor or a spy. But after all, he was the most respected ancestor of Guangtian Pusheng. If he made a judgment at will, it would inevitably weaken the authority of Guangtian Pusheng's laws.

When he met Luo Chuan today, Patriarch Tong did not think twice and quietly saved Luo Chuan first, but he did not expect that Xitian Bohou also had the same idea.

This former number one swordsman of the Nine Dragons Fairy Court, the right-hand man of the Nine Dragon Lord, he condescended to join the Demon Cult Palace, could there be any hidden reasons? What other intentions did he have here?

At this time, the smoke of war had not yet dissipated, and the two of them just opened up a ball of light in the darkness, covering the two of them. The light spread, but the fighting spirit between the two had been restrained.

Patriarch Tong raised his head and looked at Xitian Bohou: "Commander Xitian, what do you want?"

Xitian Bohou had already put his sword back into the sheath, his eyes fell on the Wuji Stone Embryo where Luo Chuan was, slightly complicated, and shook his head for a long time: "It's not him... But, it really seems like it."

Patriarch Tong's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the Wuji Stone Embryo, his face changed, and I don't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, Luo Chuan's voice rang in his ears, and the voice came from the Wuji Stone Embryo, as if it had been held back for a long time.

"Ancestor... Luo Chuan knows who the real traitor of Guangtian Pusheng is."

Ancestor Tong was startled, then frowned: "The traitor is Chen Yin, who disappeared after being exposed. Luo Chuan, who do you think it is?"

"You are wrong. Everyone has been deceived by him, including you, Chen Yin, and Yao Yi. The real traitor is the master of the Demon Cult Palace... the clone, Taoist Guiye. I saw with my own eyes that the Mo Cult Master and Guiye look exactly the same. If they are not twin brothers, they are some kind of clone method."

Luo Chuan's voice transmission came from the stone embryo.

Ancestor Tong's face changed drastically: "This is impossible... Guiye had been punished by us to face the wall long ago, and it is impossible for him to know these plans."

"No flaws are the real flaws."

In the Wuji stone embryo, Luo Chuan sat cross-legged and transmitted the voice to Ancestor Tong.

The second time he entered this Wuji stone embryo, Luo Chuan felt completely different from the first time.

Just now, he entered the Wuji stone embryo to avoid the "Emperor's True Meaning", but he didn't expect to be involved in the fierce battle between Xitian Bohou and Ancestor Tong. Although both of them came to save him, they were emperors after all, and they left a mark on the Wuji Stone Embryo with one move.

Although the mark disappeared quickly, two memories were left in the Wuji Stone Embryo.

One memory was the world-destroying sword of Xitian Bohou.

The other memory was the long-lived ring of Tong Laozu.

These two memories were the unique skills of the two emperors, secrets that were not passed on. Just showing them was enough to make the cultivators of heaven and earth crazy, but at this time, they fell into the Wuji Stone Embryo without paying attention.

Opposite Luo Chuan, on the inner wall of the Wuji Stone Embryo, there was a rippling water shadow light wall, on which several true Dao memories had been imprinted, all of which were the signature skills of the emperors that Luo Chuan met after he came out of seclusion after a year of hard training.