For the gods, the current situation in this world is moving irretrievably in a direction they would never want to see.

With the unfolding of the battle of thousands of armies, the Hanhai people cut down mountains and destroyed temples and killed the mountain gods and land city emperors, showing a fierce situation of sweeping thousands of armies.

It won't take long, two months, for the power network that Heavenly Court has worked so hard to root on the earth for many years will be completely eliminated.

So now, it's the gods who are in a hurry.

When it comes to peace, the sooner the better.

And Master Guanyin may not believe Su Yan's words here - then Zhao Jingyang, who knows if he really left? Can't come back in a short time? Maybe he's in the garden right now, and his eyes are staring at it.

What's more, this guy has a plan - hiding in the shadows, staring at it, waiting for these gods to show their feet?!

Guanyin's thoughts turned, and his heart was secretly restless.

The more it thought about it, the more it felt that its speculation was reasonable—how could Zhao Jingyang leave for no reason? It's a conspiracy!

He said, "You and me, once we really go to war, we will definitely be devastated. Now that Emperor Zhenwu intends to take the initiative to eliminate the catastrophe, Mrs. Wan Wangsu informed Mr. Zhao; If we don't meet with Mr. Zhao in three to five days, things may go in a direction that none of us want to see."

When Su Yan heard this, he smiled and said, "Master Guanyin's words, can I understand them as a threat?"

Master Guanyin said, "That's just the facts."

Su Yan nodded noncommittally and said, "I will inform Jingyang of this matter, whether it is three days or five days, or ten days and a half months, I can't make the decision."

Then he got up to see off the guests: "I'm tired of Master Guanyin going this way, if there is any news..."

Master Guanyin also got up, put a jade talisman on the table, and said, "But there is news, just crush this jade."

After leaving Guanyin, Su Yan thought about it and returned to the office.

told Hao Birou about this, and Hao Birou couldn't help but say, "Those gods are in a hurry."

Su Yan bowed: "The situation is getting more and more favorable to us, and of course they are anxious. However, these gods, the truly powerful, are now hidden in the heavenly court; Their backbone has not been lost. And it's elusive, and that's not kind to us."

said, "You also received the news from Jingyang just now, right?"

Hao Birou nodded.

He said, "I don't know what good things have happened to him, and he won't come back for ten days and a half months."

Su Yan smiled, "He said it was a good thing, and it was probably a good thing."

Then he said, "I have leaked the matter of Jingyang's inability to return for a short time to the Guanyin Master; They may not believe it, they will be suspicious."

"Maybe you will think that Jingyang is hiding in the shadows now, just waiting for them to show their feet."

"Time is not good for them, but it is good for us; The more time passes, the more uncomfortable they become, and the stronger we become."

"So, drag it slowly."

He said, "That Guanyin Master will definitely come to the door again."

...

"Zhao Jingyang left? Can't come back anytime soon?"

Listening to the words of Master Guanyin, Emperor Zhenwu's eyes flickered, and he muttered, "Or is it a conspiracy?" ….

It also thought of this.

Master Guanyin bowed: "I can't say that Zhao Jingyang is hiding nearby, or even in the garden!"

Sigh, "Waiting for us to show our flaws."

He also said, "The source of the spell is indeed in the garden, but there are many dangers in the garden, and whenever I have the idea of doing it, my heart will be terrified. This also confirms my suspicion - such a dangerous warning, maybe Zhao Jingyang is inside."

Emperor Zhenwu sighed: "This garden is like my heavenly court, Longtan Tiger's Den."

It was very entangled in its heart, and said, "Zhao Jingyang is really playing a conspiracy, Jingyuan is in crisis, and there is a constant threat of spells; I had to meet him earlier to solve the mess."

Then he said, "I'm tired of Master Guanyin to catch up on this matter."

Master Guanyin said, "I'll go to the garden again tomorrow - if I can't agree on a specific time, I won't stop." At the very end, I want to find out what kind of conspiracy Zhao Jingyang has."

Emperor Zhenwu smiled, "Good."

...

Zhao Jingyang stood in the shadow at the bottom of the Demon God Finger Bone Mountain, raised his head, looked at the nine marks that were gradually fading down on the bottom of the mountain, and slowly inhaled.

That is, the whole body is full of erect hair, and the eyebrows are shining with Xuanyuan Dao lines.

In the middle of his thoughts, he hooked the Taishi Xuanyuan Qi that the divine soul was draped in; Zhao Jingyang took a long breath and rolled up a hurricane out of thin air; Exhale and punch out!

The Ether Beginning Xuan Yuan Qi urged the fist spirit that broke all the obstacles, and the mighty Yuan Gang condensed into a huge fist seal, crossing a distance of ten thousand zhang, and suddenly bombarded the bottom of the mountain!

The fist intent was vigorous, and immediately, it attracted the true meaning in the nine imprints that gradually dimmed.

Among the nine imprints, there is the imprint of the true meaning of overcoming thorns, which first shines brightly; Immediately afterwards, the mark of Dingren Lun also flourished!

For a time, nine imprints were splashed with brilliance one after another.

To solve the problem of this space and eliminate the scene review every three days, the key lies in the King of Man Fist Sutra!

The power of the demon god's phalanx is certainly strong, even if it is only a small one; But the fist intent of the human king, who has worn out the demon god's finger bones to this realm, is more powerful than the demon god.

It's just that because of the long time, the fist intent is separated.

Now, Zhao Jingyang, the body of the king of the next generation, has swung a blow to overcome thorns; It was like an introduction, which immediately stimulated the spirit of fist intent in the nine imprints.

Nine imprints and nine fist intents, booming; Under the guidance of Zhao Jingyang's fist seal, the magnificent humane spirit of the King of Man Boxing Sutra was once again displayed!

The Nine Marks and Nine Fist Intents were combined in an instant, and they returned to a human king fist intent, restoring a trace of the true demeanor of this fist seal!

The demon god's phalanges vibrate, and the cold qi is ready to move; But this human king fist intent effortlessly suppressed it completely!

Eventually, the nine imprints on the bottom of the mountain disappeared and condensed into one, deeply imprinted on it.

The mountain of bones turned into the finger bones of the demon god has been completely sealed! The scene is reviewed, and it will not appear actively in the future.

The four corpse kings and the plain girl tied their hands to the side, watching Zhao Jingyang's operation in horror; Seeing such a weather, I am afraid that it will lead to a scene review.

Until the mark condenses and returns to one, the phalangeal mountain is completely sealed; The pressure that had been so huge and heavy that they couldn't fly suddenly disappeared.

I also saw that in the mysterious and mysterious lines on Zhao Jingyang's eyebrows, a ray of fire seeped out, shining on the so-called safe zone where he was standing before next to the stone mountain in the distance.

I saw the disappeared crimson reappear, stimulated by an invisible force, covering the entire space in an instant;

The vast yellow sand of the earth is boiling like fire. When the crimson fades, where is the yellow sand? Just a fertile black earth!

Zhao Jingyang drew out the blood of the Qingyang clan king, using the torch as a medium, supplemented by humane luck, to liberate the vitality in it!

That trace of blood is even smaller than one billionth of a blood cell, but the vitality contained in it is incomparably majestic.

This space of nearly 100,000 miles, the vast and dead yellow sand, under the nourishment of vitality, has turned into fertile black soil.

Zhao Jingyang slowly retracted his fists, the Xuanyuan Dao pattern in the center of his eyebrows disappeared, and a smile appeared on his face.

Nineteen generations