Chapter 1084 Dao War

Chapter 1084 Dao War

"He became enlightened?!"

Wang Yuwei stretched his neck and was dumbfounded.

He really didn't expect that just how long had passed, Xiao Xiu, who was holding the Soul Banner under the protection of the strange Tao Lord, would have become a Taoist.

It is like the soaring sun rising slowly in the east of the East China Sea.

Unbelievable.

Before he finished speaking, the Xuanmen geniuses who had besieged Tu Shanjun and Shou He had already turned blood red.

The expressions are different.

Or exclamation, annoyance, contemplation, jealousy,..., as well as resentment and greed among them, Xiao Xiu, who could be easily crushed to death in the past, is now completely ahead of them.

If there is no intersection, that's it.

However, they had participated, as if they had witnessed the rise of a powerful person.

Perhaps it won't take long for them, the most powerful people, to be included in powerful legends.

"He walked before you and me."

Tang Anhuang sighed and said.

"Amitabha." Xuannan also sighed.

At that time, he was the last to take action. It was a pity that he did not save the weapon spirits who were sinking into the sea of ​​misery. Looking back now, even Xiao Xiu, who was in charge of the magic weapon, had become a senior, and he couldn't tell others about the various feelings in his heart.

The most unexpected one among them was Liu Yanghe, and his determined gaze wavered.

Standing in the void above the palace, the Taoist Lord of the Hehuan Sect noticed his disciple's emotions and said calmly: "That was originally your opportunity. If you have not competed with others, it will naturally become their opportunity. There is nothing to lose."

"This time Xuanmen has a tacit understanding and has invited some old friends."

"That's what it's for."

"It seems to be the grudge between the Ancient Immortal Tower and Hades, but it is actually the continuation of the siege of the Forbidden Land of Zhengfa God. If you take action, you can just pat your butt and leave, but the sect has to consider many impacts. The most important thing is to see To what extent is this divine weapon spiritually cultivated? Is there any room for maneuver?”

Liu Yanghe was surprised and hurriedly raised his hands and said: "Thank you, Master."

Daojun waved his hand slightly.

He said that Xuanmen's plan was, on the one hand, to make Liu Yanghe feel at ease, and on the other hand, it was to tell Liu Yanghe what he should do as a disciple of the sect, so as to pave the way for the future.

If you step into the upper echelons, you won’t be confused.

Full of nurturing and concern.

Obviously he has high hopes for Liu Yanghe.

…

"That thief took away the ancestor's soul!"

The disciples of Zhenxiu Guan shouted angrily.

Lord Zhenxiu Guandao also had anger in his eyes.

The soul of the ancestor was grandly dragged away and incorporated into the soul flag. This was a great shame and humiliation for the sect.

If Guxianlou hadn't taken action yet, he would have intercepted and asked the younger generation to hand over their souls and return the remains of their ancestors.

…

"I see that all the Taoists of Xuanmen are ready to move." The Taoist Lord with double eyes, wearing a black robe and a hood, said coldly.

"They're waiting."

"That is, to observe the situation." Elder Fu of Wanfa Sect waved his trumpet and ordered the disciples of Wanfa Sect to raise the Qianguan magic circle.

Even though this unprecedented battle is taking place in the void of the domain barrier, the escaped Dao breath will inevitably have an impact on the East China Sea. With the buffer of the magic circle, the East China Sea can be protected.

The Chongtong Taoist stood in the void with his arms folded, his tall body stilling the fluctuations of the starry sky, and asked: "With Elder Fu's foresight, can the Lord of the Underworld defeat Yuan Tong of the Ancient Immortal Tower with the blessing of the divine weapons?" ”

The doubts in Elder Fu's eyes flashed. He did not give an opinion, but looked at Manman Zhudao: "Does the elder know what they are waiting for?"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until the Lord of the Underworld is defeated and dies, and then fight for the divine weapons."

Elder Fu continued to explain: "Elder, please don't think that they are here just to clean up the aftermath of the disciples. Now who doesn't know that the magic weapon is different, and the Lord of Hades became enlightened in a short period of time, which makes people even more jealous."

"The treasures in the world are inhabited by the virtuous."

“It’s hard to judge virtue, but it’s possible to distinguish between high and low cultivation.”

Elder Fu laughed heartily. If not for this, the sect might have ordered them to come, and this would have a real chance of developing into a war.

Once the war starts.

If all the Dao Lords take action together, the coast of the East China Sea may be defeated.

At that time, not only the survival of hundreds of millions of living beings will be lost.

…

The shadowy eyes in the distance shine with divine light.

Wearing a crown of Nine Returning Lives and a noble robe of a mysterious immortal, flying seals on the top of his head are like big stars, and his sleeves are waving to reveal the breeze.

The one who can step on the sky and walk in the starry sky is none other than Yuan Tong from the Ancient Immortal Tower.

There was no surprise in his eyes, but a calm and calm look in his eyes.

There is no trace of murderous intent at all.

Only the eyes at the end of the divine light lit up slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "What a great skill. In just a few years, you have jumped from the peak of god transformation to enlightenment. Your destiny has reached the peak, and you still try to borrow your destiny to go further. You are indeed unparalleled in talent." ”

"Perhaps I should have killed you first instead of sinking the revival of Shinto."

He said as if he wanted to penetrate the Lord of the Underworld who was wearing a dark red robe and directly see the shadows of ghosts and gods behind him.

The witch with fangs growing out of his mouth and hair as long as a waterfall melted into a rainbow in the void.

The mysterious breath of life and death opens up the sky like a sea of ​​clouds, and seems to want to completely isolate the battlefield.

The shadows of ghosts and gods take on the shape of mist.

This state of possession is enough to fully unleash his power, and it can also take Wu Rong's life into consideration.

Tu Shanjun's long hair was disheveled, his gray-white face was twitching his fangs, and he revealed a ferocious smile: "Kill people to pay for their lives, and debts to pay for their debts. Your death has come, and I have come here to take your life."

"Well said."

"A murder must be paid with a life. If you kill my Immortal Tower Tianjiao and take away his future soul, you should also give me an explanation."

Yuan Tong changed the subject and looked at Wu Rong and said, "I have had a grudge with him for a long time, but it has nothing to do with you. Put down the magic weapon and leave quickly to avoid losing your life."

If it were an ordinary person, it would be inevitable that his heart of Tao would be shaken.

Even if he could fight again, he would still worry about his life.

Wu Rong and him were also like this. His heart of Tao was indestructible. He knew why he was fighting. If he wanted to spread Tao in the world, there would be countless obstacles. How could he give in?

He said lightly: "Your life is over!"

It was said very easily, but his face was more serious than ever before.

Yuan Tong is worthy of being a great killer.     His killing intention has no substance and no target. It is the Tao.

The killer monks always look cold, as if they are a piece of unmeltable ice.

However, such killing is still superficial.

With murderous aura and killing intention, they can kill people and enemies but cannot kill Tao.

The great man in front of him is different.

His "killing" was silent, cool and quiet, just like the sky, and the sky also had fierce killing.

At this moment.

The flying star seal collapsed.

The fierceness of the killing path could burst out at any time.

The domain barrier collapsed completely.

The infinite abyss above and below was dark and deep, leading to the unknown starry sky.

Yuan Tong stared at the eternal deep space quietly, and said calmly: "There is no absolute fairness in this world. If you are not prepared, you will die, that's all."

His great way is killing, and his murderous aura has long been interwoven into a sky net.

Just wait for a flying star to fall, and the world will spontaneously burn.

This is not unfair, but the embodiment of his means of carrying the great way.

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.

"Is it over?"

The cultivators looked at the fight in the deep space in surprise.

The great way did not hit, and the Xuanfeng magic weapon did not seem to have played the power it should have. In their eyes, they saw that the world suddenly collapsed and turned into a void.

How can you display your magical powers without a foothold?

"Is it just like that?"

"It shouldn't be."

"..."

"Yuan Daojun is worthy of being the pioneer of the Immortal Tower. His avenue is really terrifying."

Many Daojuns were also amazed at Yuan Tong's methods.

They were not unfamiliar with Yuan Tong, but no matter how familiar they were, they were not so surprised to see the other party's move, and they were even more alert.

Yuan Tong waved his hand to completely kill the void in the distant sky.

However, just as he raised his hand, he felt a slight resistance.

He looked closely.

The almost virtual silk thread flickered slightly under the divine light.

Then, under his eyes, and under the eyes of many Daojuns, black and red silk threads revealed their figures.

The silk thread exuded mist, that was mist, it was clearly the mysterious breath of the Yin and Yang avenue.

The mysterious breath completely solidified time and space into a huge cake.

The chain of life and death was like a knife to cut the cake.

As long as it moved slightly, everything in time and space would be cut into pieces.

There was no roar, and no ghostly howl.

The sky in front of him suddenly shattered.

A nail hammer that tore through time and space was tightly grasped by a blue-white ghost hand and rushed straight to Yuan Tong's head.

And the nail hammer was like a spindle of the avenue.

Countless black and red silk threads tightened under the stirring of the spindle.

Creak, creak.

The crisp sound of collapse echoed.

Like the weeping of the avenue and the cry of the sky, it was a precursor to the time and space being unable to bear and shattering.

"Die!"

It was like the faint music of Taoism coming from ancient sacrifices.

Creak.

Creak!

Bang!

Complete collapse.

Yuan Tong had no way to avoid it. He could only rely on his powerful Taoism to resist. Countless fragments of the life and death mystical silk turned into sword rain and washed over.

What made him even more defenseless was that the mystical silk locked his body while the 'nail hammer' tightened.

So he also had to face Tu Shanjun's heavy blow.

Clang!

Weapons collided.

Daos collided.

Boom!

The shadows of the two Daos, the mighty ones carrying the true Dao, unleashed a shocking blow.

It was like two worlds colliding.

The vibrating Dao Qi Xuanfeng shattered this area barrier, and even the coast of the East China Sea trembled with it, as if it would be hit by the battle of the two mighty ones and fall into the endless sea at any time.

Yin Yang Life and Death Daojun smiled grimly and swung a blow.

The powerful man of the Great Cang Killing Dao fell from the distant sky, but stood when he was about to fall into the void.

The magic weapon in his hand trembled constantly.

It was a strange weapon, which did not look like a sword, but was surrounded by thousands of flowing murderous auras, as if this magic weapon had already killed countless people.

Yuan Tong, with a broken crown and ragged robes, had only faint knife marks on his body.

A little blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, but it turned into mysterious energy and disappeared in an instant.

His figure seemed real and illusory. He was standing here, but he seemed to be standing not far from Tushanjun.

Tushanjun, holding the main trunk of the soul flag, did not attack rashly, and gently uttered the name of the magic weapon: "Jie Mie!"

The whole person also surged like a mysterious breath, revealing Wu Rong who was in charge of the soul flag.

Wu Rong said in a deep voice: "He is not dead."

"I don't think he is seriously injured."

Later.