In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

"you lose!"

The words of calm sounded quietly.

The King Vajra Protector in the midst of endless dreams is like waking up from a dream.

He whispered softly: "I, lost?"

At this moment, what comes into view is the relic that has been completely carved into pieces and is no longer glorious.

The breeze blew and the silver sand scattered.

The dharma body of King Vajra Protector Ming disintegrated inch by inch, and finally fell to the earth.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

The expressions of many Buddhas and Arhats changed.

There is the sorrow of a rabbit dying and a fox, but also extreme anger, and even a Shura-like murderous intention.

"call--"

Luo Yan breathed out with difficulty, his face pale and cold.

At this moment, He is almost exhausted!

"I don't know how many times I can use the Void Seal now."

Luo Yan raised his hand with difficulty, and his five fingers evolved into the Taoist true seal.

In an instant, thousands of talismans appeared in the depths of the void, and the door to space opened!

"King Vajra Protector Ming, now your merits have been perfected and you have returned to Nirvana! We, the Ming King, must not disappoint the King Ming and must punish the evil spirits here!!" A low and forbidding roar resounded.

The endless sound of breaking through the sky resounded throughout the world.

The meteor-like vajra came in an instant, like an electric light cutting through the sky!

In one blow, the space door completely collapsed.

Luo Yan looked up, and in his eyes was the mighty light arrow that covered the sky and the sun!

He whispered softly, with only unwillingness in his eyes: "Am I going to perish here?"

Between the words, the heaven and earth seemed to be stagnant.

All the light arrows came to an abrupt stop in front of Luo Yan.

The heaven and earth are silent, the wind has stopped and the clouds have condensed!

Space, time, legal principles, and even the aura of everything seemed to be frozen at this moment!

At this moment, the wind has a shape, the clouds have a shape, and every ray of light is clearly visible.

"This" Luo Yan's eyes were filled with shock.

"It's just an ordinary little trick, don't worry about it." Luo Yan suddenly turned around as he said leisurely words.

What caught his eye was the figure of a young man dressed in white.

He has a handsome face, long hair, and clothes like snow, which makes him look a bit unearthly.

"I don't know which senior is here. Luo Yan is polite here."

Luo Yan said extremely sincerely.

This person, in his spiritual perception, is as vast as the sea of ​​smoke, unfathomable, and endless as far as the eye can see!

"Do you know who I am?" the young man asked with a smile.

Luo Yan shook his head quite honestly, "Luo Yan has little talent and little knowledge, and he doesn't know the true dragon outside the world. Please forgive me, senior."

"My name is Ji Wuqing." The young man said with a smile, "Or, you can call me [Wanxiang Sword Master]!"

Wan, Wanxiang Sword Master?

Luo Yan's pupils were completely frozen!

Outside the Demon Emperor's Palace.

A somersault cloud came leisurely and transformed into the Monkey King, the Monkey King, wearing a golden chainmail. His expression was quite strange, he scratched his cheek, and after hesitating for a long time, he said softly: "I, grandson, have come to pay homage to the Nuwa Empress. I wonder if I can inform you."

The moment the words fell, the deep door behind him slowly opened.

The guarding monsters on both sides immediately moved out of the way.

Obviously, the arrival of the Monkey King was expected by His Majesty the Demon Emperor.

After stepping through layers of heaven and earth, Sun Wukong stepped into the deepest part of the Demon Emperor's Palace.

He stopped here and said quietly: "I, Old Sun, have helped you get here. Is it time for you to show up?"

As he spoke, a figure appeared deep in Sun Wukong's eyes.

The light flashes, the purple energy comes from the east, the shadow of illusion steps into reality, and turns from virtuality to reality!

At this moment, the light condensed, the purple was extremely pure, and Chen Xiu's figure was completely real! !

"Using the Eight-Nine Techniques, I developed the innate purple energy and escaped into the golden light of my grandson's Dharma. I really don't know how you came up with such a method." Sun Wukong shook his head slightly, with some emotion in his words.

Chen Xiu clasped his hands in his fists and said with a faint smile: "I have no choice but to ask the Great Sage to forgive me."

Sun Wukong waved his hand, "I, Sun, have helped you get here. What happens next is your own decision."

Chen Xiu nodded slightly and saluted solemnly: "Thank you, the great sage, for your help."

"You are the original Great Heavenly Lord of Yuxu Palace, why do you need to salute like this?" Sun Wukong felt quite uncomfortable, scratching his cheek and said: "Go in quickly, Empress Nuwa is waiting for you."

Converging his gaze, Chen Xiu stepped into the depths of the hall.

Not long after, an ancient cauldron appeared in his eyes.

There is endless mist and fragrance in all directions.

Looking up, under the heavy curtains, there is a hazy figure, soft and gentle.

"Junior Chen Xiu, I would like to pay my respects to His Majesty the Demon Emperor." Chen Xiu said with great respect.

Behind the white gauze curtain, gentle and calm words sounded: "As a descendant of the human race, you can call me empress."

"Yes, empress." Chen Xiu said softly.

"You used the eight-nine skills to develop the innate purple energy, but to prove the ancient things?" Nuwa's words passed through the heavy curtains, as calm as water, without sadness or joy.

As expected of an ancient one, he already knows everything.

Chen Xiu sighed softly in his heart, and said calmly: "Your Majesty has great magical powers, and this junior is here for this very reason."

The white gauze swayed, as if a breeze was blowing.

Empress Nuwa did not speak for a long time.

Chen Xiu clasped his hands in his fists, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "In the ancient times, the empress created artificial creatures and held the power of living beings. She also had a turtle strong enough to hold up the sky, made colorful stones to repair the sky, and her achievements spanned the world. Since she is the emperor of demons, He is also the ancestor of mankind and has great kindness to the human race.”

"The existence of the ancient human race is all due to the empress."

Chen Xiu continued: "Your Majesty is the ancestor of the human race and the source of flesh and blood for the younger generation. Even though the Taoist sect is still primitive, this kindness has been engraved in our hearts."

"Junior generation knows that the new ancient person who is favored by the empress should be the Monkey King, the Monkey King. He was born from the colorful stone, grew up in the demon clan, practiced under the Bodhi ancient Buddhist sect, and is inextricably linked with the Taoist sect. In the past Before Nian Lingshan fell, he was an ancient candidate for the demon race, Taoism, and Buddhism. Moreover, Sun Wukong was eager by nature, unwilling to accept difficulties, and had a firm will that could not be shaken by any method!"

"As long as his cultivation is sufficient and he can survive the calamity alone, then there will be no obstacles to his ancient path."

Empress Nuwa's words were quite ethereal, and she said softly: "He respects me, has a passionate relationship with Bodhi, and appreciates the kindness of Taoist ancestors. He is indeed the best candidate."

His answer confirmed Chen Xiu's guess.

"But, it is a pity that He experienced the battle of Lingshan Fall."

Chen Xiu said extremely calmly: "After the First World War, his relationship with Buddhism was completely severed, and he was seriously damaged. Without the help of the Moral Heavenly Lord, he would have fallen long ago. Throughout the ages, his cultivation has not declined, but There is no progress.”

"Even though it can be compared to Maitreya, after all, it is still under Erlang Zhenjun, and it still takes many years of accumulation to set foot in ancient times!" (End of this chapter)