On the top of the Red Mountain, two figures stood.

The surrounding mountains and rivers continue to shatter, and the recovery trend of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint is getting stronger and stronger, in all directions, except for the mountains under the feet of the two Nirvana Daoists, the rest have all collapsed, disintegrated, and swam, and finally condensed into a tornado, surrounding the ancient palace, circling endlessly.

The Holy Lord of Yaochi stared at the magnificent undersea dormitory, the Nine Spirits Yuan Sage who fell from the sea of clouds, curled up and suspended in the palace with his arms folded, devouring flesh and blood to restore his full appearance, countless blood and qi shot towards him.

"This palace ...... There is the breath of Taiyi. The Holy Lord of Yaochi narrowed her eyes, and she said softly, "I seem to be in the palace, and I feel a trace of the breath of drawing the sword of sin. ”

Song Que straightened his spine, and the green robe hunted and flying.

"Taiyi saves the suffering Tianzun. ”

He first recited these six words lightly, and then frowned: "It is said that this woman Tianzun has survived the catastrophe of five hundred years, walked in this world for a long time, and then successfully sat and forgot ...... Opened up the lifespan of the second life. ”

Gu Yiren shook his head, this master of Tianchi, although he is in a high position in the Taoist Sect, and the power in his hands is extremely great, and he is not lost to the pavilion elder of the Sanqing Pavilion at all, he can read all the classics and secrets of the Taoist Sect at will, but for the matter of Taiyi saving the suffering Tianzun...... She didn't know much either.

The Holy Lord of Yaochi sighed: "The years will erase all the truth, the past is unknown, there is no record in the Taoist classics, even if this woman Tianzun really lived out the second life, she has not regained her memories when she thinks about it, and she has gradually drifted away from the Taoist Sect and has become a stranger." ”

Song Que's gaze stayed on the figure in the dormitory that kept emitting a lion's roar.

He said thoughtfully: "This lion is Taiyi's mount?"

"Sort of. Gu Yiren said indifferently: "This is recorded in the Taoist classics, and anyone who can enter the Sanqing Pavilion will know, it's not a secret, this lion was rescued by my Taoist sect when he was weak, and he practiced all the way, entangled in cause and effect, and now, love and hate are intertwined, as for the reason why he once desperately wanted to jump out of the upside down sea...... This is still unknown, some people say that he wants to fulfill a long-cherished wish for Taiyi to save the suffering Tianzun, some people say that he was suppressed by someone at the bottom of the inverted seabed, and he will never be able to return to the land...... Naturally, it is also rootless duckweed, and I can't believe any of it. ”

Song Que snorted, he exhaled a breath of turbidity, and wondered, "When will Your Majesty wait?"

"This lion was lifted up at the beginning, and his spirit and spirit were in the weakest stage in thousands of years, and I only needed a sword to make this lion's soul shattered and his body completely gone. Gu Yiren narrowed her eyes, her face did not look old, unlike Song Que, this Tianchi master paid a lot of attention to her appearance, as the power of the Nirvana realm, only two hundred years of time, could not leave too many marks on her cheeks, she only needed to use some small means, she could achieve "eternal youth", so it seemed that she was just a young woman close to thirty years old.

The Gu Yi people were dressed in a white coat and had a restrained breath, but the sparks were boiling in the soul lake, and the great cultivators who really understood this Yao Chi Holy Lord would know that this was true.

The lion carries the tripod, and the Yuan Sage goes to sea, this scene is certainly amazing, but at that time, the Nine Spirits Yuan Sage has not borrowed that drop of essence blood in the sea of clouds, and it is not considered to have stepped into the realm of Nirvana.

Because

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The will in the palace, so the two of them did not rush to make a move, and came to the Red Mountain, first to protect the two Great Sui princes who were on the verge of despair in the beast tide, and then to beware of the appearance of the strong man in the demon clan here.

His Majesty the Emperor's meaning is clear....... He will kill the lion himself.

Song Que and Gu Yiren, the Taoist couple, stood on the top of the Red Mountain, one with his hands behind his back, vigilant against the demonic qi around the sea of clouds, and the other threw out a fairy sword to block the fluctuations of the Red Mountain for half a mile.

"Now his breath is a little unpredictable. The Holy Lord of Yaochi narrowed his eyes and stared at the blurred image in the dormitory.

If you say that the lion who just went to sea, he is still sure to kill it with a sword.

After he received a drop of essence blood, he was no longer just an ordinary lion, but a Nirvana realm demon saint who had practiced for thousands of years!

If it was when the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint had just devoured the essence and blood, the Holy Lord of Yaochi would shoot with a sword, and with her Dao and killing power, the victory would probably open in the ninth day, at most half a pillar of incense, and this demon saint who had just recovered and stepped back into the Nirvana realm would be killed if he was not familiar with his secret method and physique.

But the more time passed, the less sure the Holy Lord of Yaochi became.

There are already tens of thousands of blood flowers splashing on the stone walls of the huge dormitory...... The number is growing.

In the past thousands of years, the primitive demon clan of the Red Mountain, by the mountains and rivers, devoured the luck little by little, and gradually multiplied, and every demon beast died at this moment, it would pour out the luck that was swallowed at the beginning, mixed with the flesh and blood, and then absorbed by the Nine Spirits Yuan Sanctuary...... This is a great amount of creation and luck.

The Great Sui used this place as a hunting ground, and let it be, the better these primitive demon clans grew, the better the harvest when they hunted...... The big man of the three divisions, I am afraid, did not think that there would be such a day, the creation and accumulation in the past few years, all cheapened this ancient lion.

Every demon beast that was killed tragically, the blood in the body flowed with the blood of the Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng, which is a kind of spiritual connection between the higher and the lower, the ancestor and the heir, the strong and the weak.

When the Nine Spirits Yuan Sage recovered, these demon beasts ran uncontrollably, encountering mountains and mountains, encountering seas and reclamations, wanting to dedicate their bones and flesh, as well as blood, to that supreme existence.

This relationship is more like ...... The king and his people!

The figure in the dormitory has degenerated to the most critical moment.

Thousands of people, flesh and blood, painted this dormitory with a layer of scarlet.

This ancient undersea dormitory...... It's more like a cocoon shell at the moment.

The curled up Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng, nested in the "shell", he still maintained his human form, his hair floated slightly, his muscles continued to tremble, and the heavy sea water that floated together with the undersea dormitory revolved around him, and the majestic water aura seemed to have become a shackle one after another, trapping the lion and preventing him from breaking open his arms.

"The cause of the past life, the effect of the present life ......"

Yuan Sheng's voice, with a hint of etherealism, raised his head and stared at the sky above the main hall.

In the scarlet eyes, the reflections of the shackles of water aura flashed.

He knew that on the only Red Mountain that was still standing, there were two Nirvana realm cultivators of the Great Sui, with extraordinary combat power and good killing power.

But that's not the opponent I'm going to face this time.

Blood, flesh, bone, spirit...... The wisps of shackles that penetrated the water aura reached his lungs and five internal organs

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As if he had lit a lamp and emitted a faint fire, he clenched his fists, and the heavy and burly power no longer slept, but flowed in the blood and bones one by one, churning, flying, climbing!

Three roaring sounds of "bang, bang".

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint straightened his back, and the entire huge dormitory was accompanied by his broken arms, shaking and shattering from the inside out.

"Come on!"

He glared at the dome, and the hall opened a gap.

A long glow shines in.

A majestic pressure slowly flowed through the dome.

......

......

A pair of Taoist couples standing on the Red Mountain looked solemn.

Song Que spread out his palms and blessed a mantra of his own on the fairy sword hanging from the red mountain, and the Buddha's light flowed, scattering and ejecting in all directions, splashing like water droplets, and jingling was constantly shaken away, and then converged again in front of the mountain wall.

The Holy Lord of Yaochi frowned seriously and said, "That lion has returned to its full form...... The ancient demon beast, as expected, lives up to its name, and it can almost go sideways in today's two worlds, in terms of killing power alone, one-on-one. ”

She paused and hesitated: "It is also a Nirvana realm, I don't want to fight with the Yuan Sage at this moment, if it starts, it will be difficult to end, and the best ending will be a lose-lose situation." ”

Song Que nodded.

"What Your Majesty is waiting for is for him to regain his full ......"

After a slight pause, the Buddhist Keqing solemnly spit out two words.

"It's coming. ”

Song Yiren's pupils constricted.

He was born and destined not to be a curious person, because he had seen everything...... So in this world, there are not many things that can make him feel curious.

But Song Yiren has always been curious, what does His Majesty the Emperor in the palace look like?

The emperor has lived for six hundred years, rarely walks around the palace, and those who are qualified to meet are very few, even the Song Yi people are no exception, although he has been in the north for many years, but he knows very well that he has no chance to enter the palace to meet him.

Song Yiren held his breath, ready to catch a glimpse of his true face.

The dome changed dramatically.

The wind and clouds in the sky rolled upside down, swept away in one direction, the clouds from the dragon, the wind from the tiger, the dragon and the tiger roared, surrounded by a tall and burly figure, like a god of panic and could not look directly.

That figure, at first glance, was just an ordinary man, unable to see his face clearly, he could see his figure clearly, he was indeed tall and majestic, but he did not give birth to eight arms or a pair of wings...... After all, it is a man, not a god.

Song Yiren smiled self-deprecatingly, the people of the Great Sui realm all believed too much in the emperor they supported, six hundred years have passed, more than ten generations have blossomed, and that person still does not have the slightest meaning of old age.

The Emperor sat above the clouds, his body wrapped in mist.

He raised one palm and pressed it down slightly.

In the land of Red Mountain, the roar of tens of thousands of demon beasts was overwhelmed by the violent wind-

If the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint is the king of this red mountain, these demon beasts are its people.

Then the man sitting on the clouds at this moment is the king of the entire Great Sui world.

Not only the humans of the Great Sui, but also every city, every high wall, every grass clipping...... And under his command, every inch of light between heaven and earth, every wisp of eternal night, every gust of wind, every shower—

All of them are his people!

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