Wangshu smiled when he heard this, there was three points of tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes, and his voice was as ethereal as moonlight, "No, you block it for a while, and I'll wait." ”

Hearing Wangshu's words, the Daoist looked at her with some puzzlement, but soon, the Daoist of No Return was a little surprised, yes, Wangshu did this because he wanted to leave the merit to himself and others, after all, the protection of the mountain is not only able to make the Daoist of No Return repay the cause and effect between him and Pangu, but also the matter of heaven and earth, and his own merits fall.

The later Wangshu makes a move, the more merit the people and others can get, which is why she didn't make a move at the first time, but why is this? Doesn't Wangshu need merit? The Homeless Daoist still looked at Wangshu with a little puzzlement.

"Fellow Daoist, concentrate, it's coming. Just after the returnless Taoist looked at Wangshu for a long time, suddenly, Wangshu said in a deep voice, the returnless Taoist had not yet reacted to what was happening, and saw that outside the Nine Heavens Gangfeng, the ancestral dragon shouted, and the jewel in his hand was like a meteor falling, and smashed towards the heavenly phoenix.

At the same time, a magic lamp in Tianfeng's hand scattered and rolling fire in an instant, and he heard a loud bang, and the sea of fire in the sky collided with the vast sea, and the powerful spiritual power fluctuated into boundless water vapor, which was used towards Buzhou Mountain, which contained the power of the Nine Heavens Weak Water and Nanming Lihuo, which was by no means as gentle as it seemed, and it was this point that Wangshu wanted to remind the Daoist of no return.

In the aftermath of the quasi-saint battle, the returnless Taoist did not dare to slack off, and immediately, he stretched out his hand and patted his head, and he saw the five qi Chaoyuan, and the rolling clouds condensed into a large Qingyun, above the Qingyun, three golden flowers swayed, and above one of them, a clear banana fan flashed with blue treasure light.

The no-return Taoist pointed with his hand, and saw that the banana fan waved slightly, and the aura on the Buzhou Mountain suddenly converged into boundless spiritual rain, scattered on the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag, and saw that the rolling water lotus was scattered, one by one, as if it was boundless, covering the entire Buzhou Mountain, the water vapor rushed, and the Wugui Daoist suddenly felt that the Xuanyuan Water Control Water Flag in his palm trembled, and he could hardly resist it.

Just when he felt extremely struggling, on Buzhou Mountain, a touch of Xuanhuang Qi rose constantly, and at the same time, the turbidity of the earth shook, like layers of walls, blocking the water vapor, and the Daoist of No Return suddenly felt that the pressure was greatly reduced, and he picked up the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag is fierce wave, and the water lotus continued to soar, rolling and surging away.

Tianfeng and Zulong handed each other, on the other side, Qizu and Xuangui Ancestor were not idle, only to see Qizu holding a big seal, the three mountains and five mountains surging more than once, the rolling earth vein gas condensed into a mountain peak shadow, as if the substance, towards the Xuangui Ancestor, the Xuangui Ancestor was not in a hurry, a little crutch in his hand, he saw a lot of phantom flickering, the mountain peak that was originally condensed into substance, but once again turned into a phantom, but because the staff was the acquired spiritual root shadow wood, it has the power of virtual and real change.

Compared with the incompatibility between Tianfeng and Ancestral Dragon, the battle between Qizu and Xuangui Ancestor seems to have no fireworks in the world, but it seems that the clouds are light and the wind is light, but it does not mean that the two of them are really so soft, and the fluctuations of the broken supernatural power fall on the defense of Buzhou Mountain, whether it is the Daoist of No Return, or the Pangu Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Gu is feeling the pressure doubled, and there is a faint look that he can't resist.

Seeing this, Wangshu, who had been standing beside the Taoist without return, had never moved, finally moved, only to see her stretch out her hand all the time, with a raised wrist, a simple picture scroll went up against the wind, and in an instant, on Buzhou Mountain, the clear sky turned into a silent night, the sky full of stars manifested, and the Dao starlight scattered on Buzhou Mountain.

Immediately Wangshu stretched out his hand and pointed, a scroll of spiritual light on the picture scroll, a thought of the stars, a thought of the stars, countless starlight gathered, annihilating the heavens, the entire Buzhou Mountain was instantly shrouded in a sea of stars, but all the supernatural powers that fell into the range of the sea of stars **** moved, under the irradiation of the immeasurable starlight, it was instantly invisible, and the terrifying power of it suddenly made the entire life on the battlefield of Buzhou Mountain tremble.

Below the quasi-saint, panicked, above the quasi-saint, jealous again and again, it can be said that Wangshu this time, if he doesn't make a move, as soon as he makes a move, it instantly shocks everyone, that is, the ancestral dragon Tianfeng, the Qizu Xuangui Ancestor The four saints couldn't help but stop, and the battlefield that was originally in full swing had an eerie tranquility in an instant.

"If you don't come to the great god Pangu relics, it should not be damaged, and the poor Dao has no intention of interfering in the war of the three clans, just asking for peace and tranquility, and please don't blame all Taoist friends. ”

With the appearance of the sea of stars that shocked the desolation, and Wangshu's faint voice, Zu Long and the others were probably silent for a long time, and then they saw that Zu Long took the lead in the direction of Buzhou Mountain and made a salute, and then everyone did the same, and then, the battlefield that had originally calmed down, accompanied by Zu Long's dragon groan, once again kicked off, and everything seemed to be exactly the same as before.

However, everyone knows that with the appearance of the sea of stars shrouded in Buzhou Mountain, everything has become different, and the returnless Taoist is even more stunned to look at the sea of stars above his head, this, is this the strength of the quasi-saint? No wonder Wangshu didn't make a move just now, to be honest, if Wangshu made a move at the first time, there would be no returnless Daoist at all, Pangu Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestors and Witches, with her strength alone, it is completely enough to protect Buzhou Mountain.

There is more than one person who thinks like this with the Taoist of no return, but on the mountain, looking at the sea of stars shrouded overhead, Sanqing's face is different, Lao Tzu has a calm face, and he can't see what he thinks in his heart, Yuan Shi Tianzun is angry, angry and subservient to people, and Tongtian Taoist is curious, wondering where the person who made the shot came from.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at the sea of stars above their heads, and breathed a deep sigh of relief, it seemed that the Buzhou Mountain that had been transformed by the spine of the Father God would be fine.

In addition to them, in the midst of the desolation, there are three people who pay attention to the war of the three races, one is an old acquaintance of the returnless people, and the other two are in the sun and stars, and they are yearning for the sea of stars that shocks the desolation, which also lays a solid foundation for the emergence of a supreme array in the future.