The border of Huazhou, the boundless sea.

Thunder gathered, dark clouds rolled up, torrential rain, overturned, like a natural disaster descending on the world, the end of the world struck.

Shoot with all your might, the unreserved Yuan Shen True Immortal is so terrifying, comparable to a humanoid natural disaster, everywhere he goes, there is only destruction.

This is also in the Earth Immortal Realm, the space is stable, the mulch film is thick, if it is replaced by an ordinary small world, it has endured such destruction, it is already urging and broken.

But seeing the vast heaven and earth, countless thunderbolts were born and destroyed, and gathered into a god-man about ten thousand feet high, the god-man was majestic, standing in the sky, and the surrounding islands were almost like toys in front of him. The grand and inexplicable coercion shrouded all the thousands of miles in it.

Purple thunder and green lightning traveled through the god's body, stirring up countless ripples, and the godman's face was blurred, as if shrouded in a thick layer of mist, only the god's eyes in front of his forehead shot out an extremely dazzling thunder light, as if penetrating the entire sea area.

This god is not a simple law phase heaven and earth, but also an emperor god statue derived from the god Xiao Thunder Method.

The Lord of the Thunder Mansion, the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder Puhua Tianzun!

Lei Zun waved his arms, stretched out very much, and made a delicate handprint, Lei Mangxuanhe, dispelled the dense dark clouds, and illuminated the heavens and the earth.

The thunder light reflected on the expressionless face of the old ghost of the Ghost Crying Sect, and between light and darkness, the surrounding atmosphere was even more weird.

"It seems that your plan has failed?" Wang Yang's tone was full of ridicule, and his expression was even more pleasant.

After this battle, Wang Yang's heart was completely broken, and the ghost hands that were like nightmares in the past had to flee in front of Shenxiao Zhenlei, and they didn't dare to carry it.

In the face of the Yin ghosts and evil things of the same level, the myth that the Shenxiao Thunder Law is invincible is still unbroken!

The emaciated old ghost's expression did not change at all, and his tone was still like a pool of stagnant water.

"It's too early to say the difference between victory and defeat, even if all the other schemes fail, as long as the old man turns you into a ghost slave here, it will be a big victory for my sect!"

Before the words fell, I saw that the temperature around me dropped suddenly, and the endless sea surface gradually condensed, and countless ice crystals fell in the air.

A cold air came to Wang Yang from all directions, and the old ghost finally took out his housekeeping skills and pressed the magic power at the bottom of the box.

The drought is in the world, and the red land is thousands of miles!

Ice ghosts travel, thousands of miles of ice!

The way of ice, all in this, the old ghost of the Devil Crying Sect is a terrifying existence who has initially comprehended the rules of the Tao and found his own path!

……

Unlike the battle between the Shenxiao Thunder Law and the Ghost Crying Yin Law, the battlefield where the Great Joy Bodhisattva and Yimengzi were silent as late at night, all the sounds were silent, and there was not even a sound of birds chirping.

Only the sound of the tide crashing against the reef echoed lonely between heaven and earth.

Because, these two primordial gods, who are also good at the secret art of the divine soul, their main battlefield is not in the earth immortal realm, but in the depths of the divine soul, in the world of the heart!

Yimengzi and the Great Joy Bodhisattva have been in the world of the heart, sinking for a full seven hundred and forty-one lifetimes, spending their childhood sweethearts, dewy marriages, married couples, things that fell from the sky, and the white prime minister followed......

Both sides want to completely destroy each other's divine souls through the psychic world, and the danger in this is far beyond the ordinary battle of the primordial gods.

Just like the Monk of Joy who was also pulled into this reincarnation, he had already been eroded by this illusion of reality and illusion long before dozens of reincarnations, and he was completely immersed in it, and it was difficult to distinguish his true identity.

"Lady, do you hear the noise of thunder outside?"

"Xianggong, aren't you stupid, today is the candle night of you and my cave room, and it's a cannon outside to celebrate!"

"But I seem to have heard the sound of Buddha and Zen."

"Xianggong, don't talk nonsense anymore, the Spring Festival is short, a moment of gold, don't say more, hurry up and enter the cave room with me!"

The bridegroom's face was handsome, and he looked a little more handsome than the woman, but there was a bit of hesitation in his countenance at the moment, and he was sure that he had no auditory hallucinations, but he had never read it

What Buddhist scriptures, how can you inexplicably hear the Zen sound of Buddhism?

He instinctively felt that there was something wrong, but after seeing the charming bride, he still shook his head and put these doubts behind him, gently hugged her, and fell to the bed.

After all the worlds have fallen, the Bodhisattva of Great Joy has gradually fallen into the illusion of a dream.

If the Great Joy Bodhisattva chooses to overwhelm people with force, with her accumulation of the four decays of the Yuan Shen, it may not be difficult to beat a dream.

But she believed too much in her ability to manipulate the divine soul, and she loved such a means of playing with others, so she had to choose the battlefield in the world of mind.

This bad problem has not changed at all compared to the previous life (future).

In the past, when the Great Joy Bodhisattva saw the majestic Tang Yuan who was stepping on the river of blood, he still thought of temptation and manipulation.

The final result was that he was dyed by Tang Yuan, who was more adept at this, and became a change in the Blood River Great Array!

……

Unlike the previous two battlefields where it was difficult to distinguish victory or defeat in a short period of time, the battle between Fang Xisheng and the Evil Sword Ancestor was nearing its end.

Although Fang Xi's voice is strong, the sword path is close to the realm of the gods, the green lotus blooms, and death follows.

But in terms of kendo attainments alone, even in the Shangqing Sect, he can't enter the top five ranks.

Compared to his opponent, the Evil Sword Ancestor, he was undoubtedly the first person in the Demon Sword Dao!

In between, there's almost a whole level of difference.

The battle between sword cultivators is like dancing on the tip of a sword, even if it is only a slight difference between them, it is enough to distinguish the winner from the loser.

The strength and kendo attainments of the Evil Sword Ancestor were already above Fang Xisheng, coupled with the invincible belief that there was no opponent for a long time.

finally let him find a flaw in Fang Xisheng in this dangerous short-range intersection......

The Evil Sword Ancestor didn't let this fleeting opportunity slip away, and the sword was longitudinal and aurora, dragging out thousands of pitch-black sword shadows.

The Heavenly Demon Slashing Immortal Sword turned into thousands of swords, slashing straight at Fang Xisheng's heart from all directions.

The sword light was fierce, and everywhere it went, even the space was faintly cut off, and the vitality between heaven and earth was wantonly devoured by it, leaving only the ferocious aura that seemed to come from the flood wilderness, like a fierce beast that chose people to devour.

But just before the sword light was about to shoot through Fang Xisheng, the Evil Sword Ancestor bent his fingers, hovered the pitch-black flying sword in mid-air, and turned his head to look in the direction of Huazhou.

Fang Xisheng also took this opportunity to take a breather and redeployed the flying sword beside him, while asking with a little doubt, "What, can the battle over there still affect you?"

The Evil Sword Ancestor shook his head and said, "This is the plan of the Blood Sea Dao, my sect cultivates the sword, whether the Nine Shadows can come, whether this plan is successful or not has little to do with my Wutai Mountain."

"The reason why this seat made a move, in addition to the request of the Blood Sea Dao, is that I don't want to miss the opportunity to fight with the Shangqing Sword Cultivator this time."

Although the Evil Sword Ancestor has the name of the Ancestor, his appearance and voice are no different from that of a young man, a pair of sword eyebrows go straight into the sideburns, and he has a heroic spirit, but he is more like a heroic swordsman than Fang Xisheng.

"Senior Brother Unknown went to Huazhou, and I am really sorry that this seat failed to make Daoist friends happy."

The Evil Sword Ancestor stared at Fang Xisheng with his eyes, and then said coldly, "The deity is not a nameless opponent now, and it is most appropriate to challenge him after defeating you."

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