The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 1121 Daoist Ancient Mirror!

Between heaven and earth, immortals and gods fight.

The Three Realms and Six Paths are in extreme chaos.

Of the true immortals, only Daoxuan, who is righteous in the way of immortality, shuts the mountain gate tightly and turns a blind eye.

As for the other immortals, they have already made their moves, and they have shown their murderous intentions without hiding it.

But the generation of true immortals is a person with great supernatural powers. Although there are some who have suffered heavy injuries, they have never seen the fallen.

On the contrary, there are dozens of immortal gods at the Sanxian level who have fallen, and the war has not stopped until now, and there are still immortal gods who continue to fall, which has countless impacts... The weight of the killing this time is no less than a thousand years ago. The great battle when the patriarch became enlightened and the saints transcended was even worse.

"Bai Lian..."

Zhengyi repelled Gu Cang suddenly, his heart trembled slightly.

He is now revered as the number one supernatural being in the Three Realms and Six Paths, because when he broke through the peak of a true immortal, he fit into a purple lotus, matched with the luck of the Taoist school, and was close to the Tao.

But in fact, in the world, there is not no one who can stand by his side, or even overwhelm him.

For example, the Emperor of Heaven, such as Guangyuan Guye Tianzun, and the Yuling Fairy who suppressed the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

His body is a purple lotus, one is prosperous and the other is prosperous, and the other is damaged and damaged, just like one body.

However, Fairy Yuling is the real Bailian.

And Fairy Yuling left earlier than him.

If we really want to talk about it, maybe Fairy Yuling's attainments in Bailian are a bit higher than his attainments in Zilian.

"Dare to be distracted at this time, it is too contemptuous of this deity!"

Gu Cang's eyes were piercing, and when he held it in his hand, thunder suddenly rose!

This thunderbolt rushed forward!

Thunder turned into a long dragon, and suddenly parted in front of it, dividing into eight dragon heads!
It is the eight fire dragons of Zixiao Palace!

But when the ancient blue envoy came, it was condensed with thunder!

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"Great!"

Su Ting appeared from the void, just happened to see this eight-headed fire dragon that was ten thousand feet long, and couldn't help admiring.

These eight fire dragons are fire-type immortal arts with extremely powerful power, and they are among the top immortal arts.

Although Su Ting practiced the secret method of Thunder Dao, the reason why he was able to perform this kind of fairy art was because he condensed the will of the Tao, had both the five elements, and was able to transform mana.

But Gu Cang didn't condense his Dao will, his root is Thunder!
Su Ting never imagined that Gu Cang could also perform the eight-song fire dragon way, which was transformed into thunder!
I don't know if this method was modified by the Taoist ancestor himself, or it was the ancient Cang who studied this method for a thousand years and changed it?

The dao sword in Ge Zhengxuan's hand was still there, pointing at Su Ting.

The crisis of falling still lingers in Su Ting's heart.

He was about to shatter the void again.

Yet at this moment.

The feeling of heart palpitations and the crisis of falling suddenly disappeared.

"Ancient mirror..."

Such a thought flashed across Su Ting's mind.

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where the north is located.

Ge Zhengxuan held the jade sword in his hand and pointed at Su Ting.

However, at this moment, a ray of light descended from the 33rd heaven, covering him in it.

This ray of light immediately made him lose his sense of the outside world.

The jade sword in his hand also lost the trace pointing at Su Ting.

"Taoist Supreme Treasure?"

At this moment, Ge Zhengxuan understood in his heart.

In the current world, the only thing that can seal this jade sword is the treasure of Patriarch Qingyuan.

But now the Taoist Supreme Treasure is in the hands of that little elf.

"You made a move too?"

Ge Zhengxuan looked up.

Above the light, there was a tall woman with a beautiful face, falling slowly, with a pair of wings as thin as cicada's wings on her back, flapping gently, and between her brows, there were still some traces of that year.

Back then, she was just a little girl less than one foot tall, conceived by the sacred tree, and existed like an elf.

Ge Zhengxuan had met her before and taught her the Dharma.

In fact, Ge Zhengxuan knew the elves earlier than Su Ting.

"You and I have met each other anyway." The little elf said with a tense face, "You taught me and taught me the way back then, as long as you put down this jade sword and return to your righteous immortal way, and Daoxuan Like Xian Weng, it is best to stay behind closed doors."

"You underestimate me."

Ge Zhengxuan said with a smile: "I never thought that the elf in the tree that I saw that day was a natural born god, and even had such a fate with Patriarch Qingyuan... No wonder everyone respects you as the Son of Heaven today. But Xiaodao never I expected that there will be a confrontation between you and me today."

The little elf said coldly: "I didn't expect that your progress in cultivation would be so fast, and it's not inferior to a natural god like me."

Hearing this, Ge Zhengxuan nodded and said: "The world says that Xiao Dao is an exiled immortal, and Su Ting is half a step above an exiled immortal... But they all forgot that in fact, the fastest progressing person in the world should be you." A born true god is right."

The elf didn't say much, just said: "Put down the jade sword in your hand, and I will let you go."

Ge Zhengxuan shook his head slightly, and said: "Back then, Xiaodao had made a promise in order to practice the three-style magic sword, and he would not back down this time...More , even if you can take this sword, you may not be able to resist Xiaodao's sword."

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In the western heaven.

"Damn!"

Su Ting stepped on his feet, and was about to shatter the void, and went to the north to help the little elves to take down Ge Zhengxuan.

However, the great war in the Western Heaven Realm centered on him, how could he leave so easily?

Only when he saw the void in front of him was barely broken.

Seeing that Qi Shence abandoned his opponent, he slapped Su Ting with his backhand.

The shattered void in front of Su Ting suddenly froze.

A look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.

"Oops!"

Xie Jingwen and the Buddha looked at each other, and attacked Qi Shence.

However, a blaze rose proudly, it was Lu Yang Xianzun who had fully recovered from his injuries.

Qi Shence no longer has any worries, and the aura of this palm keeps rising.

The void gradually froze.

But Su Ting in the void.

But gradually felt the unspeakable crisis.

It seems that the body of a real fairy is about to be crushed.

Immortals and gods from all directions were all terrified, even Daoyuan Immortal Venerable could not help but look sideways at him.

Because this palm is not Qi Shence's breath.

It was the palm of the Emperor Dongtian Haiyun in the legend!
One palm!Suppress the Western Celestial Realm!

It seems to kill Su Ting!

"Destroy!"

Qi Shence suddenly shouted angrily!

The void suddenly annihilated!

Su Ting standing in it!
All of a sudden, the smoke disappeared without even a speck of dust left behind!

The immortal gods who were fighting against each other suddenly became stagnant!
Su Ting is the root cause of this battle!

Su Ting is gone now?
A great supernatural being at the pinnacle of a true immortal with a black lotus body, among the backhands left behind by the Taoist ancestor, there was not even a slight leeway to resist, did he fall so easily?

Qi Shence let out a long breath!
However, at this moment, the void above his head suddenly shattered!
A knife cut down from above!
Prison-Suppressing Sword!

Thunder!Murder!
Fighting intent!

"Is it true that Su is made of mud?"

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(End of this chapter)