Within three hundred miles of this mountain peak, the aura is already thick with the naked eye, flowing through the mountains like white mist.

Nezha had a rare relaxed look on his face, according to this aura gathering speed, maybe they wouldn't have to wait for three days, all of them would be able to use these aura to restore their peak strength, and even these mountain ranges would gather more people with high spiritual power.

At that time, the gate of heaven was opened only in a moment.

His eyes were dark, and he touched the circle on his wrist like a boat.

He will open the gates of heaven, and he will give these gods who have been summoned by him a chance to ascend to heaven, but he will also end, and he will never let people who should not go to the human realm pass through that barrier.

……

More and more spiritual energy converged in the hinterland of Kunlun, almost condensed into substance, and even people's vision was blocked, suddenly like a fairyland.

Bai Tang once again used the special communication charm to communicate with Dong Guo Liang, and the two exchanged messages, and both had doubts about the exponential increase in aura during the night, and after a little discussion, they didn't say more.

Mo Yu stood in the thick white mist, his eyebrows and eyes were full of shadows, and his outline was a little indistinguishable.

His voice was still cold, and he said, "It's too thick, it's wrong."

Bai Tang accepted the communication charm, raised his eyes to look around, and said: "It's really wrong, such a strong aura, like a goblin traveling, maybe who is making waves."

As soon as the words fell, I felt a tremor, as if something unknown was roaring in the hinterland of Kunlun, and the mountains began to tremble.

The snowflakes fell more and more densely, Bai Tang looked at Mo Yu, but saw that the person was standing in the thick white aura, his fingertips were gushing with black pure yin qi, drawing talismans with his hands, and reciting a series of incantations in his mouth, the talisman formed by the convergence of yin qi quickly turned into a black crow when he spit out the last word in his mouth.

Bai Tang disliked his aesthetic skills, and the crow was already hovering three turns above their heads, and the streamer flew into the thick mist.

The two figures jumped up at the same time and followed behind the crow.

"What is that? How come I haven't seen it? Bai Tang deliberately put full speed in order to take care of the crow, but his body still flew by like a streamer, "Little master, are you hiding it from me again?" There are so many strange spells, why don't I see you teach me. ”

Mo Yu had been following him, and the two of them had strangely reached a relatively static state.

Hearing him speak, Mo Yu glanced at him quietly and said, "Didn't you read the rune book at home?"

Bai Tang laughed dryly, instantly changed the topic, and said, "What, where is your little crow taking us?" This barren mountain is not safe, hehehe, don't take the road you can't walk. ”

This awkward conversation was really blunt, but Mo Yu only glanced at him calmly, then thoughtfully took the topic, and said, "Go to the place where the aura gathers the most."

"Huh?"

"No matter what the reason for this Kunlun aura gathering, there will always be a strongest point." After a pause, he reminded: "Nezha must be there too."

Bai Tang was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, and said in his heart, isn't this it

Reason, those who can do such a big thing in Kunlun are those gods, and it seems that Nezha's status among the gods is not low.

The crow in front led the way, followed by two figures as fast as lightning, crisscrossing the snow-covered mountains.

……

On the other side, Yang Jian raised his head slightly on the high mountain with thousands of walls, looking at the sky where snow was constantly falling.

"It's going to begin." He murmured slightly, as if he had seen something from the normal sky that no one else could see.

He still maintained a posture of sitting cross-legged, his hands clasped with lotus prints, and his hair and shoulders were covered with a thin layer of snow, making his whole person look more like a sculpture of ice and snow.

There was still a silent cold wind and cold snow on his side, and no one answered.

He stood up, slowly stretched out his hand to brush the falling snow from his body, and listened to the sound of snowflakes falling, his expression was indifferent.

And at this moment, a low cry came from the center of the hundreds of thousands of miles of mountain ranges, like someone's desperate cry, and after passing through one mountain after another, it finally turned into a vague and terrifying trill.

Yang Jian's eyebrows furrowed invisibly, and he raised his hand to scratch the disgusting fiery red tattoo, but he saw that the fiery red vine tattoo slowly cracked a crack, and he couldn't see what was in the gap, only a faint white light.

Yang Jian rolled his gaze, and the white light also shot around.

After a moment, he saw Nezha, who was still struggling to command the next little immortal.

Nezha stood on the top of the highest peak in Kunlun, which no one had reached, and behind him was Langfeng Yuan, which had broken the seal and revealed its form.

There are twelve jade floors, nine layers of the Xuan room, the right Yao Pond, the left Cui Shui, and the nine layers of weak water. The flood is huge, built on the top of Kunlun.

Yang Jian's eyes moved, those past scenes were still vaguely in his eyes, the fairies at that time, the clothes and temples, and the staggered plans, as if they were all yesterday.

In a blink of an eye, it was already empty, and there was not even a single blue bird left.

The moon Mu Mu reflects the eternity, and the wind cleanses and leans on Shaohua.

At that time, the graceful goddess seemed to be sitting in the high hall, holding a cup and saying to the immortals who went to the meeting: "In a good year, all the kings encourage each other."

When it is a good year, the peach is ten thousand years old, exquisitely depressed, like a dragon, is born to the main hall, the hall of the red reflection is red and melting, the grand occasion at that time, even the Buddhist family Luo, Guanghan Dangui, the three islands Zhulin Qiongshu, can not be compared with it.

Yao Chi for a while, can make the Three Realms envious, and all living beings jealous.

But in the end, it was all in the past, since the master of Yaochi once incarnated into enlightenment, Yaochi dried up, and the peach withered, and now, even the original beautiful peach, Qingluan, Shilin three halls have lost their brilliance.

Even if it doesn't get dusty, it still exudes a heavy dead air.

Nezha stood on the wide avenue, bowing to the Qingluan Palace, bowing three times and bowing three times, and the salute was extremely strict.

The little fairy behind him was silent for only a moment, and knelt down behind him one after another, bowing and bowing three times.

It was as if the master of Yao Chi was still in the main seat.

Many, if not all, of them had never seen the Mother of God at all, but every one of them

Everyone knows how difficult it is for that main god, maintaining order on one side, and constantly weaving the avenue is incalculable.

But even if she is as powerful as her, she finally passed away, and Yaochi was closed many years ago, and even Kunlun has become a mortal mountain that mortals can touch, leaving only a fairy palace on the top of Kunlun.

The faces of those little fairies were full of undisguised sadness, and silence spread between them.

Yang Jian's heart was also sad, it was the sadness of the rabbit and the fox.

The Heavenly Dao opened a large net on the heads of all their gods, pressing all of them out of breath and sticking to the rules, so they could only slowly move towards death in that network that they could not escape.

Thankfully, they still have a solution.

Yang Jian's heart was as sad as thin snow on the fire, and it was evaporated in an instant, and when he looked again, he saw Nezha, who had straightened up, coldly turned his gaze to this side, his face was unruly and unruly.

That hand had already been raised, and the brilliance of the Yaochi Immortal Palace flickered, like a hard bow full of strength, and when the archer let go of his finger, he could shoot out of the universe.

Yang Jian turned his head and stopped looking at him, his eyes passed through the heavy snow, through the rugged mountains and rocks as high as three thousand miles, and saw the faces struggling under the rocks.

The hideous faces were firmly bound at the bottom of the mountain by invisible chains, and they were all covered with endless divine power.

"One, two......" he turned, and the slit of the heavenly eye showed him everything he wanted to see, and he spoke softly, counting the gods who were crushed by the mountain peaks, "Fourteen, fifteen...... Fifteen, gathering spirits, divine pressure, heh. ”

"Dare to use that kind of array, Nezha......" he muttered softly, "there is one less, let me see who you are going to choose." ”

That kind of formation is to let the gods who are the foundation of the formation be in the place where the aura is the strongest, and then drain the divine power little by little, like an inexhaustible spring, at the cost of consuming longevity, constantly recovering the divine power, and constantly being drawn out of the divine power, until the five decays of heaven and man, and the divine soul dies.

And they were all given small magic circles to speed up the process.

It's ruthless!

What kind of mercy is there, but it turns out to be so!

The so-called opening of the Heavenly Gate is nothing more than such a crude method, heh, filling the last gap with divine and powerful blood.

Yang Jian blinked slightly, and a thought suddenly came to his heart: The third prince, who has always been known for his compassion, is nothing more than that.

"Filled, the last one." Yang Jian's gaze looked at the bottom of a mountain peak in the northwest direction, just now, just now he stayed on Nezha's kung fu, and the last corner of the divine pressure array was filled.

And the one who was filled in the last position was also an acquaintance.

Yang Jian's eyes were fixed, looking at the angry man with a beard, and finally pursed his lower lip slightly.

Something isn't right.

He opened his forehead a little more, but he still didn't catch any figure—the man who had filled the last corner, he didn't see.

Yang Jian had a strange cold feeling in his heart, it was the first time this situation had occurred since he became a god.

People become gods through thousands of tribulations, and when they become gods, they abolish the seven feelings, and cultivate the path of eternal life.

It is the order of sentient beings that is in charge, so naturally it cannot be arbitrary, so the gods are cold and indifferent, and even indifferent and cultivate the Tao for a long time, they will not even have dreams, let alone premonitions.

They don't have a sixth sense, they have a heart born from the Tao, and if they have a feeling, it's a direct prediction of things.

Dangerous.

These two words surfaced in Yang Jian's heart for no reason, and before he could figure it out, a vague figure appeared in his mind, and the figure only waved his hand, and he felt that the half-open eyes on his forehead ached, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The boulder beneath his feet quietly decomposed, as if it had been shaken into powder from the inside out by an invisible force.

The cold-faced god turned pale, almost the same color as the surrounding snow, and he raised his hand to press the third eye on his forehead.

There were faint golden traces between the slender and white fingers, and the half-open eyes had been completely closed.

He's fierce. Taking a breath, his eyes caught a touch of emerald light, his complexion changed again, and he took down his right hand covering his forehead.

Sure enough, the emerald wrench on his right thumb shone brightly, and the light emitted almost blinded his eyes.

(End of chapter)