One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

For a long time, the cultivators did not move.

They all looked through the gap in the hanging wall and looked at the hanging place of the Aquarius River.

After the "Jade Book" disappeared, it turned from the real to the virtual in an instant, and even the Shiquan Mountain, which seemed to be an insight in the realm of the virtual and the real, also disappeared.

Everything has returned to the original appearance of the Jiuqu Yin Yang Jade Mirror River.

It was as if all the things that happened in that flash were all illusions of the cultivators.

But Shang Bo's death will not be fake.

The disappearance of the red glow in the depths of the open sea will not be fake.

The gray jade mirror hanging higher above could not be fake.

Three changes in one night!

All these shocking changes occurred in this day, from Shang Bo opening the way and teaching the Fa, to Chu Weiyang's writing of classics so that he was able to note the "Jade Book", to the death of Shang Bo in the air, to the sudden appearance of a charred black corpse, and then to the old dragon king using the power of the years of reincarnation to self-proclaim and self-imprison to resist all kinds of things.

Each stroke is enough to record the major events in the history of the Qing with thick pen and ink!

But after so many things happened one after another, it was dizzying to teach all the cultivators.

In the end, they retracted their gazes from the jade mirror, and they all looked at the sect elder.

No one would have thought that at the moment when the Yushu Dragon King was facing a life-and-death crisis, he wanted to find the hope of vitality in the cultivation, and when he opened his mouth, it was the sect elder who asked for help.

This is the greatest recognition of the sect elder as an opponent!

And at the same time, what the Yushu Dragon King did also clearly expressed the old Dragon King's thoughts-

With the power of Kui Lao's vitality and creation, it is mixed with the power of Jindan Dao Fruit, making up for the loss of Zong Lao's longevity and qi and blood, and then turning into a rich foundation, supporting Zong Lao's Dao Divine Realm and achieving real people!

Only in this way, with the support of the various means of the sect elders of the God Realm True Human Level, if they work together to compete, can they teach the old dragon king to see the hope of more lives.

And when Zhu Xiu looked at it, at that moment, the Sect Elder had already silently put away that pure vitality and creation power, and even at this moment, almost no one knew where the Sect Elder had received it.

In the same way, the originally slightly subtle atmosphere between the cultivators suddenly became calmer.

After all, now that he has gone through all this, the prestige of the sect elder in the minds of the cultivators has been awakened again, and what the sect elder has done has enough confidence to convince the public.

Moreover, they are also cultivators of the Three-Element Extreme True Realm, and they themselves know that this first true God Realm True Person, no matter which mountain gate of the Xuanyuan and Yuan Realms he is from, is not a good thing, affecting the balance of good and evil, and there will only be more protracted disasters.

This world is a great world, and the heavenly demons are endless, but in the same way, the successive appearances of Shang Bo and this charred corpse mean that some kind of bad signs are not good.

For no reason, everyone has the same thoughts pouring out, it is related to the Jindan realm, the matter of the continuous worlds, whether it is the so-called Shang Bo or this charred corpse, it is only the beginning of that treacherous change, not the end.

How magnificent this life is, how much undercurrent it makes people feel urgent.

And it was precisely because of the foreknowledge and feeling of these turbulent undercurrents that more monks were clearly aware that among the Terran monks, and even between the Terran and Demon Clans in the Three-Element Extreme True Realm, there should be no more such violent internal friction.

Any internal friction is actually a delay in the struggle of all beings in front of the treacherous.

And thinking about it this way, perhaps teaching the sect elders who are outside the two realms of Xuanyuan to enter the realm of the gods and immortals first is the most appropriate choice that everyone can accept.

And almost just when all the cultivators' minds were thinking about this, and they seemed to relax a little, suddenly the sky became clear and clear over the open sea, and suddenly a thunder shone on the ground.

When you look at it again, it is the body of the ray mother that manifests in the open sea, and then, with the majestic breath of the ray mother, spreads in all directions.

Even if the Nine Stacks of Dharma Altars no longer existed, the Ray Mother, one of the several supreme demons who had stirred up the layers of monstrous waves in the open sea through the Nine Stacks of Dharma Altars in the past, still easily smoothed the layers of monstrous waves in the open sea.

Then the mother ray looked at the narrow blood-colored battlefield on the edge of the outer sea.

In fact, a moment ago, all the bloody battles had already stopped, but the monks of the human race and the demon race in each realm were still facing each other.

And at this time, the ray mother looked at the sect elder from afar.

"Sect Fellow, look at the old body, this time, let's just come here, there are shocking changes in the universe outside the world, and it is no longer time for a bloody battle."

Hearing this, the sect elder did not immediately agree.

The more critical the moment, the more experienced monsters like Sect Elder understand that more people need to be appeased.

Therefore, in an instant, as if consulting everyone's opinions, the sect elder looked in all directions, and his eyes clearly stopped on the body of the head of each of the Holy Land Great Sects of the Xuanyuan Two Dao.

What responded to the sect elder was the successive bows of the cultivators.

It was silent, and the urgency of thirty percent of it was diminished.

And it was only at this moment that the sect elder turned his head to look at the ray mother, and the conclusion of the coffin seemed to be the same lightly.

"It's fine."

With the voice of the sect elder, in the next moment, as the scarlet blood water vapor mist gradually dispersed, the monks of the human race and the demon race who were facing each other all withdrew in different directions.

The Terran monks retreated towards the Dao City, and at this time, the aura of the Hanging World Changyuan had already turned from real to virtual, returning to the appearance of each of the seventy-two Dao Cities.

And the monks of the demon clan retreated to the depths of the open sea together in the direction of the receding tide.

Life is a tragic battle, perhaps in the future, all the heavy strokes will be added to the history, after a long time, when the cultivators look at it, they can see the rich results brought by this bloody battle.

But at this moment, in front of the eyes of the cultivators, when all the people retreated, on the narrow battlefield, accompanied by the weak rolling of the sea water, pushing the fine white foam, what emerged together was the dark red blood water that the nine stacks of Dharma altars had not yet had time to collect, as well as the broken bones mixed in the blood water.

As far as the eye can see, everything is full of mess.

And in this process, all the great monks of the Jindan realm have stopped paying attention to these, and let those messes be swallowed by the sea again in the process of churning, and finally completely scattered in the endless open sea, gradually disappearing without a trace.

And at this moment, the cultivators were still staring at the round of hanging jade mirrors for a long time.

Especially without the barrier of the hanging world, this kind of observation has become more real and clear.

For a long time, the jade mirror has not changed in the slightest, and the image of the real dragon's tail on its upper edge, and the scene of the monk sitting on the heavenly river hanging on the jade mirror, are all lifelike, and in the process of spiritual light flowing, the breath is better than a breath.

But fortunately, now it seems that it is only self-proclaimed and self-imprisoned, and only relying on the uniqueness of the power of the wheel of withering glory and the power of time, the old dragon king is really able to compete with the charred corpse.

That's good, it's not possible that others haven't tried to promote the real person of the God Realm to help the old dragon king, but the result is that the old dragon king collapsed first, and even used his own qi and blood as food to teach that strange existence to really live out the true yang.

The longer the old dragon king was able to hold out, it meant that he had a better chance of surviving.

Of course, in this instant, more monks were also attracted by the Buddha-like aura of the charred corpse trapped in the treasure mirror.

It's just that there is the isolation of the barrier of life and death, and the strange magic clothes of the two colors of the dark gold are also tightly locked in the vitality and charm of the person, coupled with the erosion of the power of the old dragon king's years, if it is covered up layer by layer, when the cultivators are inducted, only a hazy image remains.

But Rao is like this, it is like the implication of Xuanyuan's two simultaneous cultivations, and it is still quite eye-opening to teach all cultivators.

And at the same time, it was in the sky above Tiantai Dao City, Chu Weiyang's Qiankun robe, standing in the air, staring at the jade mirror like all cultivators.

Monk, Buddha, robe......

Almost instantly, Chu Weiyang saw too many details that he was familiar with from the jade mirror, and it was precisely such a number of details that taught him to count the breath, which ran through Chu Weiyang's thoughts and thoughts in an instant, and in a trance, Chu Weiyang actually had a confused feeling that he couldn't tell whether this was a past life or a present life.

Perhaps it is because the step of bibliographing the classics has ended in a perfect way.

On the way to the realm of Jindan, at the theoretical level of Taoism and righteousness, Chu Weiyang has deduced it to the thoroughfare.

It was also at this time that Chu Weiyang's state of mind seemed relaxed and sensitive.

There is a Buddha cultivating from the West, and there is a certain specious sense of déjà vu, and Chu Weiyang has a very gratuitous emotion.

In fact, it is precisely in the process of Chu Weiyang's viewing and emotion.

It was the ray mother who saw that the cultivators of the demon clan had almost retreated, so she left the open sea first.

Now that the peak combat power of the human race and the demon race has been completely unbalanced, as the only remaining demon who is still at the top of the state, the ray mother needs to be cautious and cautious at all times.

But it was also after the mother ray's body disappeared in place that it became familiar again.

Suddenly, a bright yellow demon light appeared on the left side of Tiantai Dao City.

Almost instantly, all the cultivators who were watching the jade mirror from afar were all alarmed, and Chu Weiyang, who sensed a certain familiar aura, also suddenly turned back to his figure, just rightly, in the dense and layered fragmented snail shells, he was facing the cloudy eyes of the old snail saint who was not obvious in the gap.

When the four eyes met each other, in the cloudy eyes of the old snail saint, there was only the helplessness of fate, and the heart of being glad that he had not achieved the realm of demons and gods.

In the end, everything turned into a pure thirst for life.

Then, under the gaze of the cultivators, the old snail saint actually bowed his hand to Chu Weiyang.

"Lord Chushan, please save the old man."

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