The human world and the immortal and demon realms are two different spaces, and there are hundreds of obstacles in the middle, blocking the two realms.

The more advanced the immortals and demons, if they want to break through this barrier. The more great the divine power is needed.

This is one of the evil consequences of the ancient war between the East and the West between immortals and demons.

The god of Sprinkling Peak will be the god of the six heavens, and he wants to go to the lower realm. Relying on one's own divine power is absolutely impossible, and one must rely on the God Emperor or the Netherworld Ancestor. The gods and demons of the Seven Heavens, the Netherworld Ancestors, opened up a passage. The Netherworld Ancestor and the Netherworld Ancestor, although they are temporarily allied with the God Emperor, each has a ghost in their hearts and is unwilling to help, so the God Emperor can only complete it alone.

The God Emperor didn't plan either, so he let the two demons contribute, sneered, and took the four divine generals under his own command. Left the Underworld Peak and found a secluded place.

The God Emperor asked the Sprinkler Wind God General to stand in the center, and he and the other three God Generals stood in all directions.

Then, with open arms, his hands stretched out into the air, and he chanted a long mantra in his mouth.

The strange chanting sound reverberated in the sky.

With the horns of the spell, all the light. They all began to converge on the body of the Wind Sprinkler General.

The Sprinkle Peak God is like a dazzling coat that makes people unable to look at it directly.

When the God Emperor finished reciting the last character, he suddenly split into the void and shouted: "Crack!"

The divine power of the nose was incomparable, surging out from the palm of the God Emperor.

The space around him began to twist violently, and the violent wind made the tongue fly sand and rocks.

A huge spatial black hole was torn apart by the God Emperor.

The strong spatial turbulence surged out of the hole, and swept the gods who were almost separated into the four directions.

They were taken aback and hurriedly mobilized their divine power to gain a firm foothold so that they would not be caught up in it.

Due to the gathering of powerful divine power, the Sprinkle Peak God will stand firmly in place, motionless like a mountain.

The God Emperor waved his hand: "Go ahead." The light on you, the Wind Spirit, will help you resist the turbulence of space. ”

"Yes!"

The Sprinkled Wind God General glanced at the spatial crack in the black hole, forcibly suppressed a trace of fear in his heart, saluted the God Emperor, and flew towards the spatial crack.

At the moment when he flew into the spatial rift, a cloud of spatial turbulence swept towards him.

Even if he had the divine light to protect him, he was still swept up and swayed, like autumn leaves in the wind.

After a while, the fine wind god general felt dizzy and looked at the pitch-black space. He was completely disoriented.

At that moment, a golden beam of light shot out from his body. Shoot all the way into the endless distance, as if to navigate him.

The heart of the sprinkler god suddenly settled down. Flew along the golden beam.

I don't know how long it flew, but he finally saw it. A little light appeared in front of him, and it grew larger and larger as he flew closer.

The god of the wind was overjoyed, and he knew that the world was coming.

Room.

The weather seemed very unusual on this day. Thick clouds, covering more than half the world, lightning and thunder, torrential rain.

A rare wind that runs rampant between heaven and earth. Roll up the towering trees into the air.

The Master of the Thousand Illusion Sect, the Sect Master, stood at the door of the main hall with his hands in his hands, looking up at the torrential rain pouring from the sky, his face was a little gloomy.

The Thousand Illusions Sect was originally one of the three major sects in the cultivation realm, and he was the leader of the Immortal Lotus Sect, and was known as the two leaders of the righteous path, and was respected by all factions in the cultivation realm.

However, since a few years ago, the Blood-Shaped Gate attacked Shushan, and the Thousand Illusion Sect did not participate in the rescue, and the prestige of the Thousand Illusion Sect plummeted.

There are even many cultivators who ridicule the Thousand Illusion Sect for being full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but in fact, they are not even as good as the Demon Sect of the Demon Dao.

After all, the Demon Sect still remembered the old love, and sent a large number of disciples to help at any cost.

The Thousand Illusion Sect did not send a single soldier.

As the sect master of the Thousand Illusions Sect, the Venerable Spiritual Master, the peak powerhouse of the cultivation realm, has the first ring on his body. It's all dimmer.

As for the Shushan Sword Sect, since defeating the Blood-Shaped Sect, it has the Nine Heavens Thunder Spear, an artifact given by the predecessor Great Immortal Zhao Rui, and its momentum is growing.

It is estimated that it will not take a hundred years for the Shushan Sword Sect to fully recover its vitality and become the most powerful sect in the cultivation realm.

Although the Venerable Master never said it, he regretted it in his heart.

If you had come to the rescue when Shushan was in danger. Even if only a small number of disciples are sent, they will be introduced. Appearance.

Perhaps, the Thousand Illusion Sect would not have fallen to this point.

What worries the Venerable Master even more is that the Thousand Illusion Sect has offended the Shushan Sword Sect, and I am afraid that the future will not be easy.

"Li Lingfeng, the former head of Shushan, is really far-sighted!" the Venerable Master sighed in a low voice, "When I accepted Sun Xiaolan as a disciple, I added such a powerful backer as Zhao Rui, at least to keep Shushan stable for a thousand years." If we Thousand Illusion Sect. It would be nice to have the help of the immortals and gods of the upper realm. ”

The Spiritual Venerable Master was full of envy, although in the history of the Thousand Illusion Sect, there were also predecessors and ancestors who flew to the Immortal Demon Realm.

However, after the ascension, there was no news of anything.

The Venerable Master of Illusion was extremely hopeful in his heart that the senior immortals of the Thousand Illusion Sect would also be able to give one and a half immortal weapons. Let the Thousand Illusion Sect regain its prestige, so that he can compete with Sun Xiaolan.

This idea of his had just popped into his head.

Suddenly, swirling thick clouds appeared in the sky. Suddenly a huge cloud hole opened. A pillar of golden light shot out from the cloud cave.

Immediately afterward, a powerful and peerless aura surged out from the cloud cave, overwhelming the sky and filling the space within a radius of thousands of miles.

The Venerable Master had never felt such a powerful aura before, and he only felt as if there was a mountain weighing heavily on his body, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He couldn't help but change color in horror.

He was the pinnacle powerhouse of the cultivation realm, but he was so suppressed by a breath that he could barely move.

Where does this breath come from? What kind of terrifying existence will it be?

The Venerable Master looked at the cave with stunned eyes, waiting for the mystery to be revealed.

Almost all the disciples of the Thousand Illusion Sect also felt this breath, and they all raised their heads and looked at the cloud cave.

Under the gaze of countless anxious eyes. A figure covered in a golden glow. Descending slowly from the cloud cave, like a god descending to earth.

The divine and powerful power emanated from the figure, enveloping everyone below, and making people feel the urge to worship from the bottom of their hearts.

The disciples of the Thousand Illusion Sect fell to their knees one after another. Don't dare to look up.

Even the Venerable Master couldn't resist it, and knelt down as well.

Somehow, a sentence suddenly popped up in his heart: God's grace is like the sea, and God's power is like prison.

At this moment, the Venerable Master realized where the figure in the air came from!

He must be a god from the Immortal Demon Realm!

The gods have really descended to earth! (To be continued)

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