(The last paragraph of the previous chapter, Heavenly Court or something, is an operation error, and the genuine version has been deleted)

No outsiders to bother.

Cao Yi can finally cultivate with confidence.

To be precise, tempering.

I have to say that the Abyss of Darkness, a place where dark energy is eroding the flesh all the time, is a good place to temper the flesh.

In just a few days, Cao Yi felt that his physical body had strengthened a little.

Of course, just some.

If you can greatly enhance your physical body casually, the black-robed group of demons who have followed Wutian for thousands of years will already have a ridiculously strong physical body.

About half a month later, Cao Yi opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, threw away the unshapely robe eroded by the dark power, replaced it with a brand new robe, and left the dark abyss, which is known as the most terrifying place in the Three Realms, with an indifferent expression.

I didn't go back to the broken Taoist temple in the middle of the North Sea.

Instead, with a little tired of cultivating the nine-headed bird day and night, the king of the king walked and stopped in the mortal dust, constantly subduing demons and subduing demons, and presiding over justice.

Due to the collapse of the ruling order of the Immortal Buddhas, the Three Realms are full of monsters and evil ghosts that eat people and do evil.

There were even quite a few immortal cultivators, and the grassroots clergy in the Heavenly Court joined them.

The world is a mess, and there are not too many people who die.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the white bones are exposed in the wilderness and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the dark blood age is not an exagger

"Blood food, today this king wants to eat enough, this king wants to slaughter five, no, ten towns, to make up for the king's shortcomings for many years"

A voice mixed with arrogance mixed with excitement came.

Cao Yi instantly appeared more than a thousand miles away, in a town with a population of thousands.

With a single thought, a bat demon shrouded in rich blood qi and cultivated to a true immortal was shocked to death.

"Woo woo woo ......"

A miserable cry came from the ruins.

Cao Yi released his divine sense to check.

There are only a few dozen people left in the huge town.

Trembling in their hugs, waiting for death to come.

Cao Yi tried to resurrect the dead, but was unsuccessful.

It was too late.

This bat demon who had been holding back for too long had already digested the flesh and blood that had been swallowed.

He is also a clever woman, and it is difficult for him to cook without rice.

With a sigh, Cao Yi led the nine-headed bird and the others out of town.

A month passed in a hurry, and Cao Yi himself couldn't remember how many demons, ghosts, immortal cultivators, and heavenly court clergy he had killed during this time.

How many innocent people have been saved, how many people have been resurrected.

Well, the main thing is that I don't want to remember.

The dignified golden immortal still has this memory.

"The Great Tribulation, a Certainty"

Cao Yi remembered what Rulai said before he was reincarnated in the original plot, and he felt funny.

All of this was obviously done by one person.

But he has to go to heaven to take the blame.

One day, Cao Yi met a Taoist priest with good cultivation.

Taoist priests keep saying that monks should not be contaminated with red dust, devote themselves to cultivation, and have no desires or desires.

I hope that Cao Yi will cultivate calmly with him, don't care about anything, and don't ask anything.

Cao Yi didn't care.

He has seen too many such people, and he has long been accustomed to nature.

Sam Wang, roaring the sky, but very unhappy, busy with the outside, it became wrong, so they designed to stun the Taoist priest and looted the Taoist priest cleanly.

After waking up, the Taoist priest angrily chased and killed King Sam, and roared for tens of thousands of miles.

The two of them had enough of playing, so they left the Taoist priest's natural treasures, laughed at the monk, and left in style.

The Taoist priest returned to his place of cultivation and continued to concentrate on cultivating the Tao without being contaminated with red dust.

The dojo of Emperor Donghua.

The fairy aura is pervasive, and several mountain peaks loom in the background.

After these months of cultivation.

Sun Wukong's cultivation has reached a higher level, and compared with before, there is a world of difference.

The strength of the immortals and Buddhas has also mostly recovered to before.

"Everyone, it's time to fight to the death"

Someone opened his mouth murderously.

Everyone looked at Sun Wukong.

Now, whether it is prestige or cultivation, Sun Wukong is a well-deserved first person.

"There are many traps in the four gates and three palaces of the heavenly court...... In particular, there are countless Nantianmen......"

Sun Wukong seriously explained the situation about the heavenly court that he saw from Ayina in the Asura Realm.

And the faith of the people increased considerably.

"Let's go back and recuperate, attack the heavenly court in three days, kill the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, rescue the reincarnation of the Buddha, and return the Three Realms to a bright and bright world."

Sun Wukong said sternly.

After the immortals and Buddhas nodded, they left in twos and threes.

Whether this counteroffensive can be victorious.

In fact, most people don't have a bottom in their hearts.

All along, the feeling of Wutian to everyone is too strong.

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

The winning demon, the giant scorpion, and the black robe who picked up a life, the faces of the three of them were ugly.

Bad news kept coming during this time.

Sun Wukong, who was captured by the Buddha, was rescued by Zhu Bajie and fled back to the dojo of Emperor Donghua, cultivating for a thousand miles.

The Buddha hid in the Mahavira Hall and did not see anyone.

Cao Yi, who is the most capable of fighting, first did not leave Sun Wukong, and then ran to the world to subdue demons and subdue demons, and never returned.

Tens of thousands of monks gathered at the presence of Emperor Donghua, practiced day and night, and threatened to counterattack the heavenly court on a certain day.

"The enemy is growing stronger day by day, and I don't know what the Buddha is planning? I have been hiding in the hall of the Great Majesty and not coming out. ”

The charming and bewitching giant scorpion couldn't help but say.

There was a deep worry in the slender and beautiful eyes.

"What did the Buddha intend? It's not how you can ask."

The black robe reprimanded sharply.

The Cancer immediately lowered his head like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

At this moment, the light flashed, dressed in black, with black hair scattered, and a cold and lawless face appeared.

"Meet the Buddha"

In the black robe, the winning demon immediately knelt down.

The giant scorpion slowed down for fear.

"Let's get out"

Wutian's tone was flat.

The three black-robed people responded at the same time, bowed their heads and retreated.

"Wutian, it looks like your end is coming"

At the highest point of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, on a huge black lotus platform, Qiao Ling'er opened her eyes and spoke sarcastically.

Wutian snorted, and a black light shot out of his eyes.

"Ahh

Qiao Ling'er let out a terrible scream.

Fallen crookedly on the black lotus platform.

But then, a vast force emanated from the depths of his sea of consciousness, easily repairing his injuries.

Wutian attacked again.

Not only did he not please him, but he was shaken back several steps.

After Qiao Ling'er was stunned, she sneered: "Devil, it turns out that you are nothing more than this"

"I thought you weren't coming back"

Wutian suddenly turned around and looked at the entrance of the main hall.

At the originally empty entrance, Cao Yi stood calmly, and replied, "I'm here to see off the Buddha."

"See you off?" The corners of Wutian's mouth raised a touch of coldness like ten thousand years of ice, "Do you think I'm going to lose?" ”

"Isn't it?"

Cao Yi asked rhetorically.

Wutian didn't speak.