Cover the sky: start from swallowing the magic pot

Chapter 392 Beiming Storm 【Three Chapters in One】

"boom!"

The emperor is surrounded by chaotic energy, and the black gold battle suit is full of light and burning. He strikes the characters of the previous generation across the sea. .

The phantom of the Primordial Lord Mingzun behind him also opened and closed his eyes, lifelike, his armor clattered, and a ray of superficial majesty bloomed!
This is a taboo secret technique that Xiang Yufei practiced after seeing the afterimage of the Underworld Emperor with his own eyes. It originated from one of the most terrifying forces in the nine heavens and ten earths - the underworld!
The gray-haired old man kept flying away, a ray of divine sense flew out of his skull, he controlled the holy sword to slash out waves of sword energy, and then laid layers of formations along the way, hoping to block the footsteps of those who came later.
"How can the incomplete pattern stop me!"

The emperor scolded lightly, like a real dragon out of trouble, with blood soaring to the sky, staring at everything, criss-crossing the incomplete holy formation.

The holy soldiers were handed over, the heaven and the earth were divided by the two colors of innocence, and the terrifying chains of order collided with each other, cracked in the dazzling light waves, and then exploded.

This scene is terrible, the aura and fluctuation of the holy way swept the entire Beiju Luzhou.

The sun and the moon had no light, the void exploded, and thousands of light beams collapsed, forming a huge storm, as if to engulf everything and sink everything into the abyss of void.

"Roar!"

The black air is surging, and Mingzun's eyes are cold, as if he wants to bury everything. This kind of breath is extremely vicissitudes, giving people a feeling of the age of mythology, as if goodbye to that glorious era, and seeing the demeanor of the number one enlightened person in this world .

The Death Yin Dragon roared, walked on the cloud waves, and went hand in hand with Xiang Yufei, obliterating countless ancient artifacts and patterns in an instant, shortening the distance between the two.

At the same time, the azure-gold divine spear erupted with the power of a saint, destroying the dead, hitting the heavenly sword left by the king of the ancient times.

Fighting hand to hand, the two started a battle of cutting the way again, and the battle continued.

Xiang Yufei's blood was soaring to the sky, and the Wujin battle suit was shining brightly. He used the secret technique of chaotic sky to destroy all souls and destroy them.

"This kind of secret technique."

The gray-haired old man stepped back, but it was too late to think about it.

Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, his whole body was glowing, and his humane aura was soaring, he slashed out with a sword, and swept the emperor away.

As the battle continued, Xiang Yufei's body was also splashed with blood, but it was not a serious problem. He had a strong origin and healed his injuries in an instant.
Suddenly, the master of the Palace of Human Kings frowned. He received a voice transmission from his disciples. The master of the Beichen Palace of the Ziwei God Dynasty killed the deputy master of the palace, and the entire Tianjin domain had fallen
"It can't be delayed any longer."

He reached out with a move, and the divine radiance flowed, and a ray of eternal immortal light came through the air, turning into a silver sword and falling into his hand.

The sword energy was shining, and the ancient sword floated up and down. There was a shallow crack on it, slightly invisible, but extremely deep.

The holy sword trembled, and the sword energy rang out, shaking the world. The gray-haired Taoist priest recited the divine formula and shouted: "The master is angry and the North Sea is falling; Chaos came out..."

The sound of Dao is ethereal, not like an attacking technique, but rather has the connotation of a sacrificial oration.

As the old Taoist recited, the divine patterns on the sword shone brightly, creating a clear glow, and countless runes intertwined and changed, and the most complicated combination and arrangement were carried out in an instant, as if building a supreme formation!
In an instant, a phantom taller than a mountain appeared, with the aura of being the only one in the world, holding the holy sword, pointing at the stars, and majestic all over the world!
This is the phantom of the ancient king!

8 years ago, No. 70, the Lord of the Five Generations of Human Kings stepped into the Great Sacred Realm, came to Ziwei, and led the Hall of Human Kings to glory one after another. His divine sword fought all over the four states, whether it was the Great Demon of Hezhou or the Heavenly Demon of the Northern Territory , All became the souls of his sword.

However, the one who got the seal of Ziwei walked on the ancient road of starry sky, and was defeated in the end, only a broken ancient sword returned
The so-called Seal of Ziwei refers to the fact that in Ziwei's ancient star field, the Lord of a Continent sacrifices to the heaven and earth with ancient rituals passed down from the age of mythology.

The founder of the Ziwei Dynasty also received the seal of Ziwei!
Today, the descendants of the Palace of Human Kings have once again used the Dao Shadow of the ancient ancestors, and the human king who killed the demons and demons in ancient times has reappeared, as if he wants to control the world again and punish those who refuse to accept it.

This phantom is extremely powerful, surpassing the third heaven of Xiantai, stepping into the realm of an ancient saint!
"Boom!"

The coercion that belongs exclusively to the saint is overwhelming, and when it meets the dead energy exuded by the underworld, a shocking turmoil erupts. In an instant, the boundless dead energy rolls back, the mist turns, the universe changes, everything falls into extinction, and the void rolls back. Tens of thousands of miles away, the entire sea is completely clean.

Xiang Yufei's expression was fixed, and he also felt the huge pressure, and was forced to sacrifice an ancient black gold book to resist the mighty and boundless coercion of the great saint.

At this time, the two had already killed Dongming, and under the impact of the black air, the original blue and calm sea disappeared, and the divine brilliance rose to the sky, swaying and turning into rainbow light.

The golden crow rose high, and the monstrous water vapor was steaming in the murderous aura, sliding along the curved dao pattern, condensing into a lotus flower.

The gray-haired old man leaning against Renwang Xuying looked gloomy, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said: "I didn't want to use my background, after all, that old man in Zidu is still alive, but it's not a waste to use it on you this time, junior!" "

"The king's sword was damaged, and his sword master was defeated on the ancient road in the starry sky, so what if he reappears today?" The emperor interrupted the old man's words, and said in a cold voice.

The next moment, Xiang Yufei let out a long roar, roaring the sun and the moon, and a bright light erupted from the Xiantai, thousands of strands of black light fell down, covering him with a fairy clothes.

He crushed the ripples with a spear, and the shiny green-gold spearhead entangled the emperor's spirit, containing the power of the great destruction of heaven and earth, breaking everything, as if he wanted to shatter nine heavens and ten earths, and ascend to another realm, which was extremely terrifying.

This is the fluctuation that belongs exclusively to the Supreme!

"The ancient emperor's forbidden weapon, you have obtained the inheritance of the extreme way?" The gray-haired old man changed his color and hurriedly urged the sword shadow.

His eyesight was very sharp, and he recognized the fetish used by Xiang Yufei. Because of this, he was even more frightened.

The stronger the monk, the more he knows the greatness of the emperor. That kind of extreme power is simply unstoppable, far beyond what the holy soldiers can match.

"Boom!"

The huge Human King Xuying swung his long sword, and in an instant, flames soared into the sky, thunder flickered, and all kinds of visions came out one after another. A heavy holy power poured down, as if it was going to crush Nine Heavens and wipe out the entire Dongming city. burn out.

"puff!"

The imperial aura surged, the Emperor swung the divine spear, and the phantom of the human king was shattered by the bombardment, and then stabbed towards the gray-haired old man unabated.

The living fossil of the Palace of Human Kings quickly recalled the holy sword and stepped forward to block it.

But the lapis lazuli divine spear is entwined with extreme energy, and it is almost indestructible. It directly smashed the chain of the holy way, passed the long sword, and pierced through the gray-haired old man's body.

The gray-haired old man let out a scream, and the whole person stood still on the spot, and then the five secret realms erupted with blood, his body split open, and his spirit and form disappeared.

The existence of this Dharma-ending era who has achieved the realm of cutting the Dao is completely destroyed.

Dongming was ups and downs, the clouds were floating and sinking, and after the fall of the soldier, the incomplete holy sword that lost its god also lost its spirit and fell from a high altitude.

Xiang Yufei stretched out his hand, and his divine power flew out. He held the silver-gold holy sword in his hand, and then tightened his five fingers, erasing the brand of the previous sword master.

Afterwards, his black hair was disheveled, he was wearing a black gold battle suit, holding a spear in his right hand and a sword in his left hand, overlooking the Dongming Sea, with rays of light shining from his eyes.

After a while, the emperor said softly: "This place is more suitable for Taoists than Beidou."

Compared with the Zandi star where the extreme forces gather together, he is more willing to fight on this ancient star. At least, there will be no interference from the emperor's weapon during the battle.

Although he followed Su Yu now, he still couldn't forget the embarrassment he felt when he was captured alive by the Emperor Qi for the first time. He would never forget that kind of resentment until his death.

But now on this ancient star, he is the only one who bullies others with the extreme emperor soldiers!
This wave is called the incarnation of the dragon slayer in the past, and the situation has been reversed, and the taste is not enough for outsiders.

Xiang Yufei rubbed the simple silver sword, sealed it in the holy soldier space, and then waved the spear calmly, opening up a space channel, ready to cross back.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he received a sound transmission from Emperor Ming Dao
After putting away the psychic purple jade, Xiang Yufei shook his head, and said to himself: "I want to be a Taoist, it seems that I am going to the North Sea, and there are two golden crows here."

However, this matter was an oolong.

When Xiang Yufei crossed the Minggu Domain, Emperor Ziwei greeted him outside the temple.

"Meet the Emperor!"

Xiang Yufei nodded slightly. After Su Yu mastered Ziwei Shenchao, he gave him the identity of Zidu King's eldest disciple. This identity is very secret, and the possibility of exposure is very low.

The real big disciple of Zidu went into seclusion for 700 years after stepping into the Holy Master Realm, and finally died of old age on the top of Minggu Mountain. Only the King of Zidu and Emperor Ziwei knew about this matter, so it was perfect for making a fuss.

Just as Xiang Yufei was about to fly to the Ziwei Domain Gate, Emperor Mingdao took a step forward and said softly: "Your Excellency, the other lord has left."

"another."

Xiang Yufei's thoughts changed, his face turned subtle, and then he smiled and said, "Since she's gone, let her be in charge."

He didn't want to compete with Su Yu's maid for credit. As for safety, whoever was Su Yu's maid would only have more feats than him.

"Thank you for your understanding, the emperor, this happened suddenly." Emperor Ziwei confessed.

"What does it have to do with you, go on your own!" Xiang Yufei's expression was gentle, not domineering.

"I'm still in charge of the affairs of the gods, just call me if you have anything to do." Emperor Mingdao bowed his hands, and then slowly backed away.

Xiang Yufei looked leisurely, and with a slight smile, he said softly: "It seems that the affairs of Taiyin Sect and Fusang Shenshu Kingdom will be brought forward."

After finishing speaking, his figure flashed, his golden silk tread on the ground, he climbed to the top of Minggu Mountain, and stepped into the Ebony Temple.

The hall is extremely vast, and the eyes are full of chaos. He offered a radiant and dancing lapis lazuli magic pot to Yu Fei.

This lapis lazuli pot is small, only two hands high, the body of the pot is exquisite and bright, with patterns like wings flowing, and the grimace mask glows slightly, slightly dim, exuding a sense of boundlessness.

This is the emperor-level forbidden weapon given to him by Su Yu.

But this piece of Azure Divine Gold was provided by him.

According to the strength of the sacrificial practitioners and the level of sacrificial training materials, the extreme forbidden weapons will also be divided into levels.

The lapis lazuli jar in the hands of the Emperor is obviously top-grade, a forbidden weapon that was sacrificially practiced by the Sage at the End of the Dharma.

And because of the material, as long as this green gold pot does not explode with the extreme power of the quasi-emperor level, it will not be broken.

"The way is lost in the sky, the road ends suddenly, the cultivation is transformed at any time, and the spirit remains boundless." Recited the magic formula to Yufei, and performed the ancient sacrificial ritual with a respectful expression.

With the resounding of the sacrificial rites passed down from ancient times by the ruthless people, a phantom of a magic pot shot out from the depths of the chaos, making this space instantly foggy.

The Heaven Swallowing Magic Pot floated up and down, shooting out a ray of black light, which submerged into the green gold pot on the top of the emperor's head, making the originally dim green gold pot magical again, and the grimace mask on the pot body also revived, looking lifelike
Beiming Sea Area, Gulong Island.

At this time, the banquet had already begun. In the center of the island, strong men gathered on a hundred-foot cloud platform. Even monks from Dongshengshenzhou and Xiniuhezhou came across the domain.

The desks are arranged according to status and cultivation level. Among them, the core descendants of extremely powerful and immortal forces enter the central temple, and those with lower status are ranked in the cloud platform.

Among the black wood palaces, Yi Qingwu's place attracts the most attention. She seems to be the focus of the world by nature. As soon as she appears, the sun and moon will fade away and the mountains and rivers will dim.

This kind of beauty should not appear in the world, it makes people feel unreal, a woman without any flaws, such as the reincarnation of Luoshen, with a long neck and a beautiful neck, revealing her quality, bright eyes and gazing, magnificent and graceful.

She has a slender figure, her black hair is as bright as silk, and there is a bright red mole between her eyebrows, which adds endless aura.

Although the monks of the younger generation are sitting upright, they keep looking at this place from the corner of their eyes.And some old people did not hide it at all, admiring Fairy Guanghan's peerless appearance.

Prince Qinghe is no exception, but he is not paying attention to Yi Qingwu, but watching Yan Yixi along the way.

Although the beauty is good, but he doesn't like him, the ancient scriptures and secret techniques are the truth!

This time Ziwei Shenchao came only with him and an old emperor uncle. Both of them were the first heaven of Xiantai, not the opponent of Yan Yixi who had stepped into the secret realm of Xiantai.

But why does he need to do anything, he just needs to wait until the monks from the God Dynasty arrive.

"Old King Qin, Prince Qinghe." A man in a black dragon robe walked over, holding a glass of wine, smiling all over his face, with two striking black dragon horns in his black hair.

He is the grandson of the ancestor Xuanlong, and also the deputy island owner of Gulong Island, known as Shangxuan Master!

The ancestor Xuanlong is extremely powerful, his strength is earth-shattering, and in the vast North Sea, only one or two can match him.

And this descendant of him has not practiced for a long time, but he is extremely powerful and well-known.

"I have met the Lord of Shangxuan Island!" Prince Qinghe stood up and saluted together with the old emperor uncle.

"There is no need to be too polite. Today, two distinguished guests are here, and the Dragon Island is full of splendor!" Shangxuan Island Master slightly nodded and said politely.

Seeing the Lord of Shangxuan walking towards Ziwei Shenchao, many monks looked over, even Yi Qingwu was no exception.

The Battle of Yuhua Immortal Cliff is well known in all states, and everyone wants to know the situation of the two Dao Slayers of the Ziwei Dynasty.

Yi Qingwu's beautiful eyes moved slightly, her jade face was like frost and snow, and the runes in her eyes drifted away. This descendant of Guanghan Que was like a fairy in the moon palace.

After exchanging pleasantries with the old uncle, Master Shangxuan looked at Prince Qinghe and said with some concern: "The people from the foreign land are extremely fierce. In the past, the king of Zidu was very kind to my father. I wonder if senior Zidu is safe?"

Prince Qinghe's eyes turned. He didn't know what kind of friendship the ancient ancestor of Zidu had with Gulongdao.

He thought for a while, then said in a deep voice: "Take advantage of the island lord's auspicious words, and this junior also hopes that Gu Zu is well!"

Hearing these words, the eyes of the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow turned cold, and the whole body was surrounded by a golden aura.He really wanted to take down the opponent right now and conduct a soul search to know the situation of the Golden Crow King.

But for Fusang Shenshu Kingdom, he can only endure.

Now that the Ziwei God Dynasty is in full swing, the eldest disciple of King Zidu, who is sitting on the death pass, has stepped into the third heaven of Xiantai, and the two kings of Dao Slashing are suppressing, and no one in Luzhou dares to provoke him.

Even if the Ziwei God Dynasty colludes with foreign monks, the current Luzhou forces can only succumb to their despotic power.

Now the Golden Crow King is missing, the Golden Crow Clan has lost their king, and the peripheral forces are constantly shrinking.

"I can only hope that Sixth Brother's place goes well."

The Ninth Prince of Jinwu closed his eyes with a downcast expression. He drank a cup of fairy wine and enjoyed a moment of peace.

The blond girl beside him also stared at Prince Qinghe, with flames rising from her golden pupils, she looked full of heroism.

Unlike his elder brother's scruples, Lu Ling was ready to do something after the banquet.

"I don't know where the group of foreign monks came from?" Yi Qingwu's soft voice sounded very pleasant with a hint of fragrance.

Prince Qinghe frowned, shook his head, and said helplessly: "This kind of confidential matter is beyond my knowledge."

The light in Shangxuan Island Lord's eyes shot out like two divine thunders. He smiled and walked back without further questioning.

Prince Qinghe sat down and didn't care about what happened just now. He smiled and clinked glasses with other monks and chatted, talking about some experience in practice.

At this time, the fairy music sounds, the silk and bamboo sing together, and the demon girl dances, which proves that a distinguished guest has come.

People couldn't help looking out, and saw Duanmuming, son of the Taiyin God, walking out from under the five-colored jade platform. He had a handsome face, was wearing a black gold robe, and exuded a cold air all over his body.

This is the holy power of the lunar yin, the most original power, the use of it can be traced back to the ancient times, and it has unpredictable performances.

Beside Duanmuming, there is a majestic man who is even more extraordinary. He has five colors flowing in his eyes, his eyebrows grow into his temples, his hair is tied with a purple gold crown, and he walks like a dragon and walks like a tiger.

"The Nine-headed Flood Dragon King is here!" Someone exclaimed.

The North Sea is boundless and unfathomable. Many people believe that there is a Kunpeng Yuanzu in the extreme depths, a terrifying ancient saint who cannot sleep.

In the known sea area, the strength of the major forces can be speculated. It is rumored that the Nine-headed Jiao King is a rising and invincible master of the monster clan.

Rumor has it that after the Nine-headed Flood Dragon King transformed into a human form, he abolished his demon essence and changed his human law. Now his Taoism is superb, and his practice is a terrible Taoism in the ancient times of the human race.

Nine-headed Jiao King and Duanmu Ming passed the crowd, and after presenting congratulatory gifts to Shangxuan Island Master, they stared directly at Prince Qinghe, their eyes were indifferent and their hostility was undisguised.

Prince Qinghe sneered, although his cultivation base was slightly lower, he was not afraid at all, and looked at it calmly.

This unexpected situation made the atmosphere tense all of a sudden. The Nine-headed Flood Dragon King is an invincible latecomer in the North Sea. Everyone knows that he has a strong relationship with the Golden Crow tribe. If he launches a trouble at this time, he knows what's going on without even thinking about it.

The Ninth Prince of Jinwu got up and walked over, and said via voice transmission with his spiritual thoughts: "King Jiao has kind intentions, and the Jinwu Clan appreciates it, but it is not appropriate to settle with Ziwei Shenchao at this time."

The Nine-headed Flood Dragon King had a gloomy expression, he couldn't see any emotions or anger, and he still didn't move. The Son of Taiyin had a faint smile on his face, looking calm and calm.

Everyone put down their wine glasses, and the venue suddenly fell silent. People's hearts jumped, thinking that this time the banquet was going to be bloody.

"Your Majesty!"

Suddenly, the Nine-headed Flood Dragon King stopped shouting and made a sudden move. Five green dragons rushed up from behind him, going up against the sky, and then turned into five green fingers. , wanting to subdue Prince Qinghe with one palm.

Prince Qinghe's expression turned cold. He didn't expect that the other party would tear his face apart, so he could only be forced to sacrifice the magic weapon.

One of the great seals pressed down, and a black mountain loomed indistinctly, among which nine purple dragons rushed up, vigorous and powerful, each of which was densely scaled, like cast from purple gold, and rushed towards the big blue hand, trying to block the attack. one strike.

"Oh!"

Blue light and purple light burst out, and the big blue handprint shattered the black mountain in an instant, sending out huge fluctuations, but it was confined to a square inch. The strength of this nine-headed dragon king has reached the realm of perfection.

The nine purple dragons wailed and dissipated into the void. Prince Qinghe spat out a mouthful of blood, was pressed by the big handprint, and knelt down, extremely humiliated.

"Nine-headed dragon, how dare you insult me ​​like this?" Prince Qinghe roared, his whole body was extremely angry

The Nine-headed Flood King looked coldly, stared at Prince Qinghe, and said disdainfully: "So what if you insult you? An ant in the first layer of Xiantai, thinks I dare not touch you, and dares to provoke me."

Seeing this scene, Jinwu Ninth Prince showed a happy smile, and the depression in his heart was relieved a lot. He thought awe-inspiringly: "Why can the Dao Slayer of the Ziwei God Dynasty survive, and the shamelessness of colluding with foreign lands?" All of them should be killed."

"You passed!"

The old emperor uncle of Ziwei Shenchao took a step forward, and said angrily with the owner of Shangxuan Island: "Is this the way of hospitality in Gulong Island?"

On the steps, the black-robed man chuckled and said, "This is just a fight between the younger generation, King Qin calm down."

Then he looked at the Nine-headed Flood King, deliberately pretending to be unshakable, and said seriously: "Does the Flood King want to show his prestige here?"

"Don't dare!"

Seeing the Lord of Shangxuan's words, the Nine-headed Flood Dragon King let go of his big hand, and confessed: "I just taught him how to be superior and inferior, one and a half steps are so rampant, his elders didn't teach him well, so I had to do it for him. "

"You..." Prince Qinghe stood up with difficulty, his eyes were bloodshot, and he really wanted to walk away.

But thinking of his mission, he could only suppress his anger and sit down, his eyes returned to calm, and he thought ferociously in his heart: "Wait, wait, when the ancient ancestor comes, you will all die. Damn Jiu Snake, I want to cut off your snake's head with my own hands."

Seeing that Prince Qinghe endured it, the Nine-headed Flood Dragon King sneered, waved his sleeves, and sat down again, intending to take down these two after the banquet was over.

Perhaps because he had never personally experienced the majesty of the Dao Slayer King, he didn't pay attention to the person that the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow feared, and he didn't regret it even if he made the move.

Yi Qingwu shook her head slightly and sighed softly, feeling that Beihai would be caught in a storm.

The ancient scriptures of the gods were united, and her elders from the teacher's sect also moved, but the cultivation level of Guanghan Palace was not as good as Jinwu King and others, and when she approached the Yuhua Immortal Cliff, she was directly scared away by the aftermath.
"Ancient sages, did Ziwei Shenchao really join hands with foreign lands?" Fairy Guanghan sighed quietly, her thoughts were flying, and she was a little worried about the future situation.

But that's all there is to it.

Whether it is the Dao Slayer King or the Sage, they are too far away from her. She has only entered the Second Heaven of Sendai for the first time, and she has not been able to truly understand the horror of these two.

This is also the normal state of cultivator Ziwei, who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!

You must know that people like Daoists and Kings of the Qing Dynasty were generally recognized as sitting and transforming 2000 years ago, but now they have all "lived" and even involved saints from other lands.

For the ancient sages, the four characters can crush the sky. Few people know the divine power of the sage under the Dao.

Every generation of Tianjiao people has threatened to prove Taoism and become emperor, and they are extremely proud. However, in the past tens of millions of years, only three enlightened people have emerged from this ancient star. They have appeared.
(End of this chapter)