On the Qianyang Peak of Wushan.

The essence and blood of the believers of the Sanyang Society hundreds of miles away gathered into a line, like a small stream, and appeared in front of Lan Renjie out of thin air.

He closed his eyes and sniffed, and the blood belief that had gathered was instantly swallowed by him.

The hot blood and the devout faith of the believers, like the most delicious delicacy of time, made Lan Renjie once again indulge in the feeling of being in control.

The Dao Streamer continued to circulate behind him, slowly condensing into a blazing flame of light and sun wheel.

Between the rotation of the sun wheel, countless golden seal inscriptions shine brightly in it, as if expounding the truth of heaven and earth, which is incomparably mysterious and luxurious, and people can't help but revere and want to completely integrate themselves into the light that emanates from it.

At this moment, all the creatures in the northern land seemed to be able to see the sun rising between the heavens and the earth.

The Qianyang Peak he was standing on had become the same as the glass crystal, and the whole body was even more transparent.

The whole Wushan is like the kingdom of the earth gods, and in the glorious and ever-bright, the endless sound of praise echoes.

Lan Renjie is like a god who has entered the world, looking down on the whole world.

It's just that this feeling of being in control didn't last long, and after the blood belief of the believers in his mouth was quickly sucked away, the growing feeling of emptiness and hunger instantly destroyed his sanity.

He looked south at the mountains and rivers, and his mouth kept murmuring.

"Incense... Flesh and blood... I need more incense and flesh ......"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a round of three-color intertwined light rising from Osan Mountain and flying in the direction where Yong'an City was located.

Guangri unscrupulously galloped over the northern ground, pulling out a three-color mixed rainbow light.

All the creatures who saw this three-colored glow of the sun could not help but indulge in the splendor of this round of light, worship and pray in the direction of its departing, and then disappear in the boundless light that rises in their hearts.

Above the sky, Mr. Hai had just chased his sword to the sky above the realm more than 100 miles away from Wushan, when he saw a round of light slowly rising above the mountains and rivers in the distance.

He suddenly felt an invisible pressure coming from the direction where the sun was rising, and the sound of praise penetrated into his ears pervasively.

"Praise Sanyang. ”

"Praise Sanyang.

In the continuous sound of prayer, Mr. Hai's expression couldn't help but become a little blurred, and his mouth opened slightly, and he was about to recite it.

At this moment, the White Emperor Sword, which turned into a cloud of sword light and wrapped him, suddenly let out a crisp sword sound.

Like the sound of a sword shattering steel, Mr. Hai immediately shivered, and woke up in an instant.

He didn't dare to look at the light sun at the moment, and as soon as the sword light under him turned, he turned around and retreated to the rear.

"Although the way of sword cultivation pays attention to drawing a sword when encountering an enemy, it is indomitable. But that doesn't mean you have to touch the stone with an egg to test the hardness of the other party. The round of light in front of him is obviously not an existence that he can compete with, and a fool will go up and fight him. ”

The sword is like thunder.

The White Emperor Sword immediately withdrew to the rear with Mr. Hai, but the sword escape that was extremely fast in the past seemed extremely slow at this moment.

However, after the time of tea, Mr. Hai found that he had been shrouded in the three-color brilliance.

A god-man whose face he could not see clearly was looking at himself from afar in this light day.

He immediately froze in place, only feeling like a mosquito trapped in amber, life and death were not up to him.

In the midst of unspeakable horror, Mr. Hai suddenly smiled miserably.

He raised his hand with difficulty, held the White Emperor Sword that was stuck beside him, and a mouthful of Taibai Gengjin Qi that had been warmed for a month poured out of his lungs, and with his own sword intent, all of it was poured into the White Emperor Sword.

The sound of the sword roared suddenly resounded through the four fields.

The incomparable sharp Gengjin Qi attached to the White Emperor Sword, like a silk thread, and stabbed straight towards the light sun.

The cold light broke through the sky, and the cold slaughtered it, as if it was going to cut the heavenly dome open.

Lan Renjie looked at the oncoming White Emperor Sword, but his expression did not change.

He continued to move in the direction of Yong'an City, without the slightest intention of stopping.

This way.

As soon as the White Emperor Sword approached a hundred zhang away from him, it immediately slowed down.

Endless brilliance fell on the dagger like fire. The White Emperor Sword, which was originally cold, immediately turned red, as if it had been calcined in the furnace for a long time.

In just a moment's effort, this divine weapon, which I don't know how many sword cultivators dreamed of, turned into a puddle of molten iron and disappeared without a trace in this endless brilliance.

Mr. Hai suddenly wilted, and fell from mid-air as if he had been drained of his spirit.

In the process of falling, the sound of Watarika that permeated the light of the sun immediately swarmed in, and he couldn't help but chant along with the voice that echoed in his heart.

"Praise Sanyang, praise Sanyang......"

In the sound of prayers, before his body fell to the ground, it turned into wisps of essence blood and flew into the sun wheel.

In the midst of the mountain streams, on the altar built high.

The four veterans looked at Mr. Hai, who had disappeared in an instant on the ancient mirror, with a look of despair.

The oldest old man looked shaky, and shouted in disbelief.

"How is this possible? The world has long been connected, how can there still be a god in the world?"

The old man next to him immediately looked at him and shouted in a lost voice, "Uncle Shi, you mean that he is a god of the world?"

Lao Dao finally nodded in their anxious eyes.

The old Dao standing on the left softened his feet at the moment, and muttered in his mouth, "Human God, how is this possible?"

These cultivators with a lineage knew as early as the first day of cultivation that this world was already beyond heaven and earth, and it was completely self-contained.

No one can fly immortals, no one can ascend to gods.

Most of the immortals praised in the world are masters who have achieved success in practicing magic, and the gods worshiped are also Yin gods, heroic spirits canonized by the emperor of the Kai Dynasty.

There are no gods or immortals in the world. But now his uncle suddenly said that the other party was a god in the world, not a canonized yin god.

How is this possible?

Lao Dao only felt that his Dao heart, which he had cultivated for nearly a hundred years, instantly cracked. All of a sudden, all kinds of thoughts came to my mind.

"Is there a god in the world? Is there an immortal? Is there any other way to ascend outside the world?"

Lao Dao thought about it, and suddenly he was slapped in the head.

"Smack. ”

When he raised his head, he saw that the old Taoist priest with white hair was already standing in front of them, and shouted anxiously, "Wake up, don't think about it." ”

Lao Dao immediately looked at him and shouted, "Uncle Shi, I ......"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Dao had already interrupted his words and said hurriedly.

"You quickly return to Yong'an City, and with the disciples in the city, you can go to the Central Plains Dao Sect for refuge, and report everything that happened in the northern land. Remember, don't go back to the mountain gate, just wait and go. ”

After Lao Dao finished roaring, he immediately took out the edict made of gold leaf from his arms, and then slapped his head, and immediately a wisp of clear air slowly floated out of his mouth and nose.

With each wisp of wafting out, Lao Dao's expression withered a little, but he didn't care about these at all, but chanted more and more loudly.

"Latent God cultivation, rank innate and ingenital, Dao Zhenjun, Dharma Realm Wuji, Body Dao Wuwei, pass on the secret of Laojun, and write the spirit rune of the Dao Ancestor. Holding the seven-star dragon sword in his hand, he stepped on the colorful clouds of the southern snake. Slay demons inside and outside the Three Realms, and preach and educate in the four seas, ancient and modern......"

In the continuous chanting, the clear air spewed out of Lao Dao's mouth and nose continued to float around, holding this golden edict, and slowly flew up.

"Uncle Shi!!"

After the three old Taoists next to him saw that their senior uncle had already practiced the Fa, they let out a sad cry and immediately took out a small Qiankun Movement Talisman from their sleeves.

The three of them held this talisman together, and they didn't act like little daughters, they directly urged the mana and teleported the three of them far away.

The old man on the altar squinted at the place where the three of them disappeared, and a look of relief flashed in his eyes.

He looked at the slowly floating into the sky, couldn't hold on any longer, and collapsed directly to the ground, but the chant in his mouth never stopped.

"Chang Qi Fuxiang, Great Compassion and Great Wish, Great Sage and Great Mercy, Yuan Emperor Qijiao, Ten Thousand Law Grandmaster, Thunder Yinghua, Mixed Yuan to Immortals, Summoning God to Send Generals, Vows Boundless ......"

This way.

Yong'an Chengnei, at this time, the hearts of the people are shaking.

"What's that?"

"The sun?"

The 200,000 people outside the city all looked at the sun slowly floating in the sky, and their expressions were different.

Some people are panicked, some people bow their heads, and some people are panicked......

All living beings are different.

There was also chaos in the palace at this time.

General Wei Lun had already led the hundreds of officials in the city to the highest pavilion in the mansion and looked into the distance.

Among the crowd of onlookers, there was also King Yong, who came uninvited.

Therefore, the three old Taoists who suddenly appeared in the city did not attract people's attention at all.

They quickly jumped into the palace and shouted that the disciples who had taken them down the mountain were about to leave.

But just as they were about to leave the palace and cast a spell to escape, the sun wheel on the horizon was already faintly visible.

The sound of prayers echoed in the city like a spell, and people kept kneeling on the ground and bowing down to the sun.

Between their prayers one after another, the people next to them were immediately horrified to find that the guy who was kneeling on the ground had turned into a stream of blood and flew towards the sun wheel in the distance.

Looking from afar, I saw that there was a fountain in the city of Yong'an.

One after another, scarlet blood rose into the sky, turning the entire city into a scarlet.

King Yong, together with the hundred officials, looked at the scene in front of them, only to feel cold all over, and their hands and feet trembled involuntarily.

"What's going on?"

But no one could answer him, and a few of the guys who came up by slapping their whiskers were even more trembling in their legs, and they were suddenly full of shame.

It's just that there will be no one to mock them at this time, and the civil and military officials on this floor suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, and ran downstairs like crazy, leaving only a dozen official guards to accompany King Yong and General Wei Lun.

"Is this coming to an end?"

King Yong looked at the increasingly conspicuous light in disbelief, and his expression was already full of despair.

He yelled with unwillingness on his face, "Why? Why is this happening? Come on, come on, come on! Help the widow stop it! Come on!"

In the roar, General Wei Lun next to him had already walked to his side.

Grabbing his shoulders with both palms like eagle claws, he pressed him to the spot, and said as if he were dead, "Don't be afraid, your uncle will protect you, and you will stand behind me." ”

As he spoke, he let go of his palm, gently helped him tidy up his meter, and then stepped back to block in front of him.

King Yong slowly raised his head, looked at the back blocking in front of him, and suddenly found that his temples were a little more frosty at some point.

He grinned suddenly, and the laughter grew louder and louder, and tears were about to burst into laughter.

In the midst of laughter, King Yong stepped forward, walked to Wei Lun's side, stood side by side with him, and said in a trembling voice, "Gu is not the kind of prince who only hides behind his courtiers, nor is he a nephew who lets his uncle be a shield. ”

Wei Lun looked at his nephew, who was already much taller than him, and laughed.

"It's good, it's a mistake. ”

With that, he stepped back half a step and stood behind the Yongwang.

In this way, the two of them witnessed the approaching sun wheel.

Seeing that the sun wheel was getting bigger and bigger, and the blood and water that flew out of the city were about to merge into a river, suddenly above the heavenly dome, countless words flashing with golden light spilled down, forming a thin barrier of golden light between Yong'an City and the sun wheel.

But it was this thin barrier that instantly shielded the influence of the strange sun wheel.

The endless lines of blood flying out of the city immediately stopped, and the prayers echoing in my ears also stopped.

The crowd that slowly came to their senses looked at the golden curtain in front of them and immediately cheered, celebrating their escape from death.

King Yong even hugged Wei Lun and shouted loudly, "Uncle, uncle, are we saved?"

Only more than a dozen Taoist priests from the Yongwang Mansion looked at the light curtain in front of them with tears on their faces, and after bowing their heads deeply, they immediately escaped from Yong'an City.

They know that this will not stop a human god for long. ”

Sure enough, when the light sun slowly collided, Jin Mu immediately continued to vibrate, and countless golden seal characters kept falling off from the golden curtain, and it seemed that it would not last long.

Rumble!

The invisible sound of collision touched the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people, and everyone saw that Jin Mu was about to be wiped out, and they completely fell into despair.

"I don't want to die!"

"God, save us!"

"Don't, don't come here. ”

"Die, die, let's all die. Hahahaha. ”

The city was in chaos.

King Yong looked bitterly at the sun wheel that was about to rush over, and was about to say something to his uncle when suddenly a voice came from the bottom of his heart.

"As agreed, I'm here to pick up my things. ”

King Yong's whole body trembled immediately, and he only felt that the most important thing in his life had left him, which made him feel sad.

The two eyes didn't know why they couldn't stop crying.

Wei Lun immediately walked over and comforted, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty." ”

He was about to comfort the Yongwang when he suddenly saw the Yongwang suddenly rushing forward in tears.

He looked at the sky outside the pavilion and shouted excitedly, "Divine Venerable, it's Divine Venerable......

When Wei Lun heard this, he immediately looked at the sky.

This moment.

The people inside and outside the entire Yong'an City suddenly saw that after the sun wheel slowly approaching, a figure like a mountain suddenly appeared.

This figure is about 100 feet tall, with four arms, and the gray aura around the body is uncertain, and countless vermilion characters faintly appear.

In the five-colored light, a blazing wheel of light rotated behind his head, as if a god had come to the world.

Everyone looked at this indescribable figure, and suddenly heard a flat voice.

"Go. ”

I saw that in the palm of the godman, a dark golden snake that looked like a snake but not a snake and a Jiao not a Jiao flew out of thin air and landed directly on this round of light.