The Flame Dao Master has joined the Ancestral Witch Palace, which can be regarded as absolute good news for the Ancestral Witch Palace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The strength of the Burning Flame Dao Lord is clear to many people in the Ancestral Witch Palace, and even the current Wu Yan does not say that he can win against her.

Phoenix has no other requirements, she only needs her own son to be resurrected. Whether it is a golden-winged Dapeng eagle or a colorful peacock, as long as one of them can live, it is the greatest relief for her.

As long as she can resurrect her son, she can even let go of her hatred for Buddhism for the time being. For this reason, Mu Ran and Rakshasa both made a promise to help each other.

Phoenix, who has received the help of Mu Ran and others, can be said to have completely recovered his memory of the past. Yes, she once again met with the Golden Dome Dao Lord and the Guiding Saint, and she controlled her temper very well, except for almost burning the Ancestral Witch Hall with one fire.

Wu Yan, the black feather leader, Mu Ran, the red feather leader, and the Yellow Feather leader, Rakshasa are already in place, and just wait for Mo Yin and Di Xin to return from the heavenly court, and the five of them will be able to cast some earth-shattering secret methods to forcibly resurrect the dead who can no longer die from the completely extinct nothingness, and this will not necessarily touch the rules of reincarnation.

The heavenly court of the earth and the stars.

There are very few people left, but no one is afraid of it.

The rest are die-hard loyalists. Either they have absolute loyalty to the Jade Emperor, or they believe that Xuanzun will come to save them. Foolish loyalty overcomes fear of death, and they are lucky after all.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array and the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array were already getting closer and closer to Heavenly Court. Originally, they had just blocked the outer areas, but now, they were not much away from the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

On the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, except for the Jade Emperor, An Yuanyang, and Mo Huaikong, who were still on the upper seat, the group below was quite casual. Now that it is a matter of life and death, there is no need to distinguish between dignity and inferiority.

"Mr. Mo, Mr. An, what do you mean...... Will he come?" the Jade Emperor's words were filled with hesitation and many reservations. After all, there were still many of his diehards present, and it was impossible for him to directly express that there was an unfathomable master above the head of the Supreme of the Three Realms, or that he was just someone else's slave.

Glancing at the Jade Emperor meaningfully, Mo Huaikong coughed and said lightly, "Yes, the master will not give up on us." By induction, I can feel that the master is already very close to here, and he will come at any time and save us. ”

"Yes, I can feel it. Hmph, the two bullshit formations are simply vulnerable in the eyes of the owner. Your Majesty need not worry. "An Yuanyang's old god is here, and he doesn't mean to worry at all. It's just two formations, as long as they don't have the brains to rush into the formation and start a life-and-death battle with the two main formations.

The two formations under Mo Yin and Di Xin have reached the point where they can easily trap and kill Daoists, but the gap between Dao masters and Daoists is not one or two points. Unless there is really some great magic law, such as the twelve laws of the Wu clan mastered by Wu Yan, or some very powerful innate spirit treasure, just like the god-killing spear in Hongjun's hand, or even some special exercises, like the Heavenly Dao Falun or something, it is enough to make people fight beyond the ranks. Otherwise, the end will only be miserable.

If the three Dao Masters of Mo Huaikong, An Yuanyang, and even the Jade Emperor Haotian really wanted to forcibly break out of the formation, the end would be a dead end. The only difference is that they may be trapped by the two Great Arrays for many years before they die.

At the level of the Dao Master, few people will fall. Every Dao Master has a unique and remarkable achievement in some aspect of himself, and every Dao Master is an almost supreme existence in the Chaotic Void Universe.

Daoists are just trying to get in touch with and get close to the highest level, so if they are not careful, there will still be the possibility of death, just like the first reincarnation Taoist.

The meaning of these words is not that the Lord and even the Dao Ancestor are immortal. When the external force is strong enough to cut off their energy source, or continuously consume the mana energy in their body until their own circulation is completely exhausted, they also have the possibility of death, and the True Dragon Dao Ancestor and others are trapped and killed, which is a pretty good example.

It's not that the Jade Emperor didn't try to break through the big formation. If he was still a quasi-saint back then, then it would be impossible for him to choose to fight hard, but achieving the realm of the Dao Lord gave him infinite confidence.

It's a pity that the only time I broke through the battle also ended in failure. Before he even had time to get close to Zhou Tian's Star Dou Great Array, he had already burned a piece of his sleeve by the power of the stars.

"Do we have to wait here like this, waiting for the two bastards to exhaust the prestige of our Heavenly Court?" What he needed was prestige, the deterrent power of the entire Heavenly Court, not the slowly coming deliverance. If it drags on any longer, the majesty of the heavenly court will surely be swept away, and perhaps, it is now about to fall from the sky to the ground.

"Just wait, Your Majesty, and I don't think you will say anything more, let me think it's a dissatisfaction, a complaint, or a provocation against my master. Mo Huaikong played with a fairy fruit called "Cold Heart and Lung" in his hand and looked at the Jade Emperor. The meaning in his eyes could be easily read by anyone.

Outside the Heavenly Court, the twelve fierce demon gods of the Heavenly Gods, each of which had a terrifying cultivation at the level of a Daoist, were showing off their might, and the countless starlight of Zhou Tian Xingdou was constantly passing through the diaphragm of the earth and star, obtaining a steady stream of star energy from the chaotic void universe.

"Oh, it's over. An Yuanyang smiled weirdly and winked at Mo Huaikong. The same smiling face also appeared in the secret room of the Ancestral Witch Palace, and the imprisoned evil words were on the white face.

It's been a long time since this terrible smile has appeared on the face of the evil word that is covered in bruises.

A big hand, falling from the sky!

It can't be compared with the giant claws of the True Dragon Dao Ancestor, the size of this hand is about the same as the size of those high-ranking Heavenly Dao Saints in the past, at most the size of dozens of zhang, but compared to people, it is much bigger.

The big hand slapped unreservedly towards the twelve heavenly gods in the main array of Mo Yin. The twelve demon gods who came out of nowhere stretched out their sharp claws and roared towards the big hand.

With a "snap", the twelve demon gods who were clapped with big hands staggered for a while, and it was almost difficult to stand firmly, and they were about to fall to the ground.