All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 811 Noble Phantasm Against Japan, Dayi Nine Dragons

The meeting of the Twelve Ancestral Witches came to an end, hanging in the void, embellishing the avenue, and in the magnificent hall, a statue of the Ancestral Witch with a splendid Dharma appearance walked out.

The ancestor witch of Gonggong and the ancestor witch of Xuanming stepped out of the main hall, stopped at the door and chatted casually, their words were full of yin and yang, which was very in line with their identities of the old and new black emperors.

There are still two ancestral witches staying in the ancestral witch hall. One is Zhulong Aobing. As a counterfeit, he naturally shivered after the meeting. He didn't know where to go or what to do.

I hope that Gong Gong and Xuan Ming can give him some advice, but unexpectedly, these two big bosses are looking at each other, standing at the door, turning a blind eye to Ao Bing's eyes.

Instead, another ancestral witch in the hall stepped forward leisurely.

The face is delicate and feminine, leaning towards women, but the eyes reveal a bit of chilling color, the whole body is covered with white hair like tiger skin, the back is shining with golden scales and golden wings are derived from it, and there is a small ax in his hand

There was a white snake hanging from the left ear, and two golden snakes wrapped around the feet. With such distinctive features, Ao Bing knew who was coming without opening his mouth.

[Human face and tiger body, covered with golden scales, with two wings, left ear pierced with a snake, feet riding two dragons]

[The Ancestral Witch of Gold, the Punishment God of Heaven, and the Ancient God of Autumn——Riaoshou]

Recalling the silent performance of this great god at the ancestral witch meeting just now, Ao Bing was puzzled, why did Zulu stay when he received the shaman.

Could it be that Lishou has an agreement with Zhulong, or has something to do with Zhulong?

In a panic, the progenitor Wu smiled, and took out a pink peach from his bosom and handed it over: "Brother Zhulong, this is a fresh peach I picked. It tastes good. I have one left today and I will give it to you." Here you go."

A respectful appearance of brothers and friends, a good show of respecting the elder brother.

Ao Bing was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took it, looked at Tao Zi, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

A celestial peach with a purple-patterned core and rich aura. As a priest of the two Heavenly Courts, I naturally know what it is.
I vaguely remember the scene when my family went to the Pantao Festival with Master Dongyin. At the Pantao Festival, the Queen Mother invited many Buddhas and elders from the West, the ancestor of the middle Tao of the Three Purities, gods from all directions, great sages and gods from all walks of life. The Sanxian of Daodongfu and the star gods of the 28 constellations in Zhoutian.

It was this kind of peach that was placed on the seat!

This is a flat peach, and it is the top-grade purple-patterned hutched-heeled peach that can only be enjoyed by the great sage, the ancestor of Taoism.

But... what era is this, too heavenly court!

What era is the flat peach, Jade Emperor Heaven!

The two are so different, why does the ancestor Wu of Rushou have the flat peach that is a special product of the Jade Emperor's Heavenly Court? !

"Am I exposed?"

Zhulong Ao Bing shuddered, but as Zhulong, he couldn't refuse. Once he refused, he would expose his identity.Because the ancient candle dragon would not be afraid of the gift from the ancestor witch.

"No, if it is exposed, why is there only one ancestor witch left?"

Under the gaze of the Zushou witch, Ao Bing glanced at the two indifferent door gods outside the main hall, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly became cruel, and took a mouthful of flat peaches into his mouth.

The flat peach melts in the mouth, and the juice is clear and sweet, pouring into Lingtai Zifu, nourishing Yuanshen Dao.

Surging aura, surging vitality, endless vitality sweeping in, washing away the scars caused by the years, and smoothing the aging that had been caused by absorbing the real water of the universe, time flowing water, life splashing, two forces formed sharp contrast.

Before Ao Bing had time to appreciate the subtlety of the changes, Ru Shouzu Zuwu smiled and said: "Second brother accepted my gift, can you allow me to ask a question."

Before Ao Bing could nod his head, Liao Shou Zuwu pretended to be curious and asked: "Ten minus nine, what is it?"

What kind of stupid question is this, don't talk about immortals, gods, saints, just find a question that any mortal child can answer.

Would Ru Shou Zuwu ask such a frivolous question?

The answer is obviously not.

So... After Zhulong Aobing thought for a while, he tentatively asked, "A chance?"

Ru Shou Zu Wu smiled without saying a word, and left in a cool way.

Ao Bing suddenly realized that the Tianyi Zhenshui that the Golden Mother of Yaochi irrigates the peach tree with the innate spiritual root symbolizes vitality and endless life, which symbolizes a ray of life!
Only by surviving can there be countless possibilities and endless timeline branches!

Zhouguang Zhenshui helped Ao Bing through the years of washing, so that he left his own coordinates on the long river of time and space.

Tianyi Zhenshui is to let the coordinates multiply, expand, and grow, to find the trace of vitality in the infinite future, and to find the path that is most likely to prove the Tao among the countless timelines!
Vaguely, Ao Bing looked down on the long river of time and caught a glimpse of two great witches talking.

Ten days across the sky, shining through the mist of time and space, this kind of behavior offended Zuwu, so who should be sent to deal with the Golden Crow?
Does this question still need to be asked?
Of course it is the anti-Japanese treasure, the great Yi and the great witch!

Great: supreme, supreme

Yi Zhe: Archer, must hit, soar to the top!

The Great Yi, the supreme archer!

Dayi looked up at the sky, one side of his body was exposed, and the other was wrapped in armor. His hands were placed on his arched back, his eyes were piercing, and an indescribable aura erupted from his body. The pair of dark pupils are as deep as the ocean, as if they can swallow everything.

Standing in front of him was a man wearing golden armor, with a handsome face, a pair of sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, and a sharp look in his eyes, looking up at the sky.

"Kuafu, the coordinates."

Dayi slowly drew out the red bow and plain mat. This was the bow and arrow bestowed upon him by Dijun when Emperor Taitian was still alive. Each arrow feather was shaped like a dragon, exuding the aura of a real dragon that would intimidate all ages.

In the past, Emperor Jun admired him very much, but for the sake of his wife Heng'e being able to ascend to the Moon Palace and regain the throne of Wangshu, it was for the great cause of the ancestor witch.

Sorry!

The great witch Kuafu has been chasing Dayi all his life, and no one knows Dayi better than him. Kuafu in golden armor ruthlessly reported a coordinate.

Space: [36; 27; 1100]

Time: [23; 3.21; 29]

Soul: [π; 000; 001]

One after another, the divine arrows shot out and turned into nine big Luozhenlongs, prisoner cattle, Yazi, Xiaofeng, Pulao, Suanni, Baxia, Biyan, negative Xie, and Chiwen.

In an instant, the real dragon turned from illusion to reality, as if the real dragon had come in person.

The light of the Great Golden Crow is like the grass breaking through the ground and sprouting, the yang is inside but surrounded by yin, and the captive cow is imprisoned by the rhythm, suppressed on the eve of dawn, and the yin and yang cannot be exhausted.

The light of the two golden crows is like a newly born grass and tree, with soft and bent branches and leaves, which are bitten off by Yazi with sharp teeth, like a knife cutting grass, cutting off vitality.

The light of the three golden and soft omens is like the mighty sun, scorching fire, all things are burning brightly, and they are bright when they are seen, and they are dissipated between the scorching heat by the mocking wind, playing and consuming power.

The strong light of the four golden crows is hot and perfect, like the growth of grass and trees, like the growth of human beings, interrupted by the roaring and brilliant sound of the cathedral.

The hardware has the light of Yong, showing colorful colors, just like the lush vegetation on the earth, with endless brilliance, and it is absorbed and eaten by suanni like fireworks.

The light of Liujinwu Tuwei is restrained and unpretentious, like all things rising up with restraint, visible and regulable, suppressed by the tyrant, unable to rebirth from the ashes, like bamboo shoots springing up and being dug.

The light of the first chapter of the Seven Golden Crows contains the way of new life, just like harvesting in autumn and waiting for the coming spring, Ju An stares at petrification, never having a bright future.

The light of the eight golden crows gives birth to two bright avenues, which alternate with each other, just like things are formed and then have a taste.
The light of the Nine Golden Wuxuan is hidden deep, just like the yang energy lurking in the ground, all things are pregnant, swallowed by the chi kiss together with the Vientiane time and space.

In the light of ten golden crows Zhaoyang, all things are closed and hidden, pregnant and underground, sprouting suddenly, and survived.

The nine sons of the Dragon entangled and fought with the ten sons of the Emperor of Heaven, and only one Golden Crow escaped.

(End of this chapter)