Cover the sky: start from swallowing the magic pot

Chapter 357 My son Wang Teng has the appearance of a great emperor

The clouds and mists are surging, and the palace is majestic. This ancient sacred mountain plunges into the sky, reaching a height of more than [-] Renren.

On the mountainside of seven thousand feet, there is a huge platform, which is extremely vast, and there are rows of palaces distributed in it, which coincide with the number of stars in the sky, surrounding the central sky tower.

Immortal energy is misty, chaotic flowing, countless palaces are looming in the mountains, dragon energy is steaming, one after another, juxtaposed together, lingering in the white mist of the fairy house, like a real fairy descending into the world.

Some cliffs are full of purple air, filled with sesame grass and fairy plants, full of peace and sanctity.

The real dragon rises from the land, the divine phoenix lies on the mountain, and a hanging waterfall slants down from the cliff. Against the backdrop of auspicious clouds, the silver thread seems to be the source of the Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens.

Yang Yi and others hid in a cloud, overlooking Ziwei Tiangong. At this time, Xiao Tingting also came out. Looking at the foreign dynasty in front of her, the girl blinked her big eyes, feeling a little novel.

In another void, Su Yu and Xiang Yufei stood side by side, with a young man in dragon robe standing behind them.

This is the former Ninth Prince of Ziwei Shenchao, he stood respectfully behind Su Yu, and said: "Three days ago, the successor of Mingling Changsheng Temple went to Shenchao as an envoy."

"Is that Taoist San Que?" Su Yu played with the purple gold bow in his hand, his eyes moved slightly.

He was about to visit the Temple of Longevity and the Palace of Renwang, but he didn't expect the other party to be here.

"As the elders said."

Looking at the two young men in front of him, Prince Qinghe's heart trembled unceasingly, he still remembered the horrific scene just now.

The three emperor uncles came with the ancestral artifacts, but the man in Tsing Yi just probed his hand and fixed the three supreme powers in place. The purple sky bow flew into the clouds and was held by another man in silver clothes .

"The one in Tsing Yi is definitely the supreme existence that crossed the Holy Lord, and the other one is even more so." Prince Qinghe was trembling all over, but Xiantai was full of thoughts.

He is not outstanding among Ziwei's many princes, otherwise he would not be guarding the lower city.In the ten thousand-foot holy mountain, the elites of the divine dynasty lived among the clouds, and the imperial palace at the foot of the mountain was just a symbolic ancestral land, and there were not many monks left behind.

If he can get a sliver of appreciation from these two seniors, he may be expected to win the position of Ziwei!

The desire in his heart gradually rose, and the young man in the dragon robe calmed down and told everything he knew.

"Three days ago, Taoist Sanque came to visit the emperor and brought the will of the Lord of Longevity. He wanted to link up the gods and put pressure on the Hall of Kings together."

"How can you, an unfavored prince, know such a secret matter?" Xiang Yufei's eyes were cold, thinking that there was something suspicious in it.

Being glanced at by this one, Prince Qinghe's soul was so dizzy that he seemed to be a ray of ghost in the abyss of the Nine Netherness, being judged by the awe-inspiring power of heaven.

Under the extreme pressure, the young man in the dragon robe resolutely abandoned his dignity, knelt down, and said in a straightforward manner: "The villain dare not lie if he dies. It is said that there is half a page of ancient scriptures in the Temple of Longevity, which is extremely mysterious. On the other hand, there is also half a page in the Hall of the King of People. It is said that the two can be combined into one, possessing the profound meaning of immortality.

"Because of these two pages of ancient scriptures, the two forces have been testing for decades, trying to reproduce the fairy art, and Shenchao and Changshengguan are related by marriage."

"Could the ancient scriptures and fairy arts be the taboo chapters left by the witnesses of this ancient star?" The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a hint of interest.

The corner of Su Yu's mouth was slightly raised, and he said with a light smile: "That's true, the concept of longevity should have been partly inherited by the Celestial Lord of Longevity, and that secret technique is one of the nine secrets."

As soon as these words came out, Prince Qinghe seemed to be in an ice cave, and the other party let him know such a secret.
"I didn't expect Ziwei to have the Nine Secrets." Xiang Yufei understood it and said no more.

At this time, the battle situation in the sea of ​​clouds became more and more anxious, and Wang Teng stood on the chariot of the holy way with high spirits, holding the holy sword of the emperor of heaven, fighting all over the world, and he was unstoppable.

Originally, the two divine weapons in his hands were in a sealed state. After he entered the southern region, Su Yu opened the seal of the holy weapon with the Heaven Swallowing Magic Pot, reappearing the sharpness of the chaotic ancient secret weapon.

Among them, the golden ancient chariot is the magic weapon of the saint, and the holy sword of the emperor of heaven is the perfect holy weapon, but for the latter, Su Yu only opened two seals to make it comparable to the holy weapon.

It is also by relying on these two secret weapons that Beidi can easily defeat the enemy, otherwise, even if he is in the realm of the Eight Forbidden Areas, he will not be able to compete with the extreme power of holding the incomplete holy weapon.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the sun is misty, the dao lines are chaotic, and one side of the dark green divine cauldron presses on all directions, bursting out with thousands of rays of divine light, and is in a confrontation with the golden ancient chariot.

Two streams of Holy Dao qi cover the sky and cover the earth, tilting away in all directions, turning the universe upside down, the sun and the moon are dimmed, and the terrifying coercion shakes the mountains and rivers for tens of thousands of miles.

The monks guarding various places in the Ziwei God Dynasty were startled by this fluctuation, and when they saw a war in the imperial capital, they all flew here.

The sun is burning with real fire, and the golden holy chariot is as bright as a rainbow. Under the refraction of sunlight, the simple and simple chariot shone with a crystal-clear metallic luster, just like divine gold.

Wang Teng carries the Holy Sword of the Dao on his back, and his aura is like an abyss like the sea. He is wearing a black gold battle suit, surrounded by four spirits, and the Tao rhyme turns into a lotus, just like a god king.

Although he suffered heavy injuries in the Emperor's Dao Monument before, he quickly recovered under the influence of the sacred spring in the restricted area and the secret word "Qian".

He has practiced the secret of "Qian" for many years, and the power of his divine sense is incomparably tenacious and indelible. For other Tianjiao, he only needs to rest for a while.

The dark green copper tripod has only two-thirds of the tripod body. It is not a complete holy soldier, but it is equally shocking. The chains of order are intertwined and chaotic. The tripod body is branded with fish, insects, flowers and birds. Chaos engulfed, and countless brilliance rushed into the sky, drowning the sun and the moon.

The seven figures jointly mobilized the incomplete holy soldiers to form a killing formation, trapping the black-haired youth in the formation.

The old man at the head recited the divine formula, and used his essence and blood to arouse the divine dragon energy on the sky tower, and wanted to refine the opponent with the help of the divine dragon energy.

"You dying people think that you can save your life with a mutilated holy soldier." Sensing their intentions, Wang Teng sneered, showing his white teeth.

Standing in the second small realm of the second heaven of Sendai, he stepped into the realm of the eight forbidden realms, enough to contend against the Holy Master, and he didn't pay attention to these powers with decaying qi and blood.

Since he was born, no one has been able to suppress him except for the big defeat he suffered in front of Su Yu.

He swiped his hands, and the vast divine power turned into brilliance, covering his whole body, emitting a figure like a tsunami, falling under the pressure of thousands of magic mountains, with an unstoppable trend.

In the vast white light, one after another, the sound of swords trembled slightly, and the light and shadow were like lines. Wang Teng used himself as a Taoist map to imprint the nine emperor characters in the "Ran Gu Jing". Divine light, myriad dharmas roared, Dao marks jumped, and everything fell into dead silence.

Dao Tu hunts, seven bright silver stars hang in the air, exuding traces of imperial aura, the light of emptiness flickers around, and thousands of gods hang down, reflecting the palace below like a fairyland.

On the gate of the palace, there are two characters of "Xingyao" carved on it, with silver hooks and iron paintings, which have a unique charm.

The dark green copper tripod shot out a ray of divine light, shining on the plaque of the Xingyao Temple, arousing the charm left by the founder of the god dynasty. In an instant, the murderous aura soared into the sky, and hundreds of millions of blue lights fell from the copper tripod, turning into arrows , shot towards Wang Teng
In an instant, the flames radiated, the divine glow overflowed, the chaos rolled, and the two terrifying holy lights collided together, turning thousands of miles of clouds into nothingness, space shattered, the long river of time seemed to be stagnant, and everything fell into a trap. silence.

The sound of the big sound is rare, and there is an extreme collision in the deep darkness.

Wang Teng's eyes were shining, his immortal platform was bright, his body was crystal clear, his mind was flawless, his blood was surging, and he was not afraid of this kind of holy war at all!

In addition to the two ancient secret weapons on the field, when he went to the southern region, he also brought the family's incomplete holy weapon, the Purple Lightning Hammer.

Xingyao Palace also fell into silence, everyone was silent, not daring to speak out, Emperor Ziwei looked cold, and two lightning bolts shot out from his eyes, watching the figure in the sea of ​​clouds.

If the opponent is the Dao Slayer King, he will back down, but the Divine Dynasty must not bow to a monk from the second heaven of Xiantai.

"Which of the two holy soldiers are they?"

Taoist Sanque was also observing the battle situation. Seeing Wang Teng fighting the seven great powers alone, his eyes were amazed, and he wanted to make friends with him.

He is still at the peak of the first heaven in Sendai, and has not yet broken into the second immortal.

"My lord, it's better for me to go and stop the battle." Taoist Sanque volunteered, not wanting to see Ziwei Shenchao and the opponent lose both.

Emperor Ziwei's eyes were indifferent, and he did not respond.

With a move of his hand, the huge picture of mountains and rivers behind him shrunk to seven feet in length and floated above his head.

Afterwards, the Emperor Star flickered, the purple energy surged, and countless smoke rose up, uniting with the Immortal Picture. This is the holy weapon handed down from the Ziwei God Dynasty.

Immortal pictures lay horizontally, dragons descended one after another, and the divine power of the holy way is overwhelming, extremely powerful, far better than the three holy weapons from the outside world.

After all, this is the perfect Great Saint Weapon passed down from the ancestors of the Shen Dynasty. It can be combined with the Dragon Qi of the Dynasty, and its power is infinite.

"He is indeed an arrogant person, but if he is so rude, if the gods don't punish him, what prestige will he have?"

Emperor Ziwei glanced at Taoist Sanque, and the other two sworn brothers were also very rude.

He stood up, harnessed the power of starlight, and turned into a rain of light, disappearing into the hall.
In the void, the two holy soldiers were constantly confronting each other, and Jin Qingguanghua divided the entire sky into two halves. During the collision of the holy way, the originally majestic and magnificent sea of ​​clouds completely dissipated, and the universe became clear.

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