Cross-push eternal life, starting from the power of the gods to suppress the prison

Chapter 400 Drink the blood of gods with laughter, send troops, and fight!

As soon as the young man with white clothes like snow and a body like a sword appeared, all the monks in Taishang Jiuqingtian suddenly felt that the shadows brought by Yang Xuanzhen to them had been dispelled, and they were swept away with depression, replaced by excitement, excitement... etc. mood.

It seemed that with that young man around, they no longer feared Yang Xuanzhen or anyone.

Yu Lie, an ugly woman, with a long face... Lord Baoyan also saw the young man standing on the top of the ancient sacred mountain. His face suddenly turned pale to the naked eye, and his body was as tense as a fully drawn bow string.

Miss Mibao also pursed her red lips tightly, her eyes showed uneasiness, and she was obviously very uneasy inside.

Because she knew that the young man's name was Jian Wujiu, and he was one of the five ancestors of Taishang Jiuqingtian.

He is an invincible legend, penetrating into the heart of every monk. His brilliance is like a divine sun that never falls, illuminating the entire heaven.

Miss Mibao sent a message to Yang Xuanzhen and introduced: "Fellow Taoist Taixuantian, that young man is an ancestor of Taishang Jiuqingtian, Jian Wujiu. He has lived for countless years and is older than you Xuanhuang. The three ancient emperors of the world are much older. According to rumors, he practiced Taishang Swordsmanship, which ranked second among Taishang Jiuqingtian, and was created by Taishang Tianjun. Jian Wujiu used this sword in the ancient years He cut countless enemies vertically and horizontally. In order to hone a supreme sword move in Taishang Kendo, he broke into the dragon world directly and killed ninety-nine and eighty-one dragon emperors with one sword, and finally attracted the supreme being of the dragon clan. Hengyu Dragon Emperor personally took action, but he escaped completely, so fellow Taoist must be careful."

Rather than introducing Jian Wujiu, she was reminding and warning Yang Xuanzhen, fearing that he would conflict with Jian Wujiu, an invincible creature who had survived from ancient times.

In fact, Jian Wujiu's reputation is too great, and his character is extremely strong. He will draw his sword whenever he disagrees with him, and once he draws his sword, he will kill someone, without exception.

"Ah."

Yang Xuanzhen responded to Miss Mibao casually, absent-mindedly, as if he didn't take her warning words to heart at all, and didn't take Jian Wujiu into his eyes at all.

"Fellow Taoist must not take it lightly..."

Seeing Yang Xuanzhen's nonchalant look, Miss Mibao's heart tightened, and she immediately wanted to persuade him again.

But at this moment, from the ancient sacred mountains below, hoarse roars resounded: "The Patriarch is born!"

"How many years have passed, Patriarch Jian Wujiu is finally born!"

"Grandmaster, today our Taishang Jiuqingtian is invaded by a great demon, and the sect will be overthrown in a matter of seconds. Please take action to restore the glory of the ancient years, kill Taixuantian, this crazy demon, and return our Taixuantian The sky is bright and clear!"

"Ask the Patriarch to use his sword to kill the great demon!"

"Ask the Patriarch to use his sword to kill the great demon..."

At first, only a few elders had tears in their eyes and knelt down in the direction of Jian Wujiu, raising their arms to beg for mercy.
Soon, more and more monks shared the same hatred and knelt on the ground, asking Jian Wujiu to kill Yang Xuanzhen.

At this moment, tens of millions of monks from Taishang Jiuqing Heaven were doing the same movements and making the same sounds, converging into a monstrous force, condensing into a rolling torrent, shaking the heaven and the earth, and united as one.

Almost anyone would be shaken in the face of this general trend, drowned by the vast and endless waves, and a seed would be born in his heart that he is the enemy of the world and will inevitably lose.

"can."

Jian Wujiu, under the endless calls of the Supreme Master Jiu Qingtian monks, finally uttered one word. His voice was very vibrating, as if he had experienced an era, and it was also filled with an unshakable will.

He moved and moved forward step by step.

His unreal face gradually became clearer, as if the ancient sword god had crossed the long river of time and descended from the ancient times to the current world.

As he walked, the green light emitted from his body, and his whole body turned into a long azure sword. The sword's meaning was like the sky, and its light was like the sea. It shot out infinite time and space, covering the universe and shining on the eternal night.

In an instant, all the monks in Taishang Jiuqingtian were so stimulated by this sword that they could not open their eyes.

His vision and perception were taken away by the sword. His life lost its luster and everything.

Even Zu Qingting, Dongling Concubine, Li Dayu... and other powerful immortals have eyes but cannot see, ears but cannot hear, and bodies cannot move. Only their thoughts are still functioning.

Between heaven and earth, everything is silent.

This is an indescribable feeling that can drive people crazy and even lead them to death from fear.

But at this moment, among the tens of millions of people in Taishangjiu Qingtian, no one felt a trace of fear in their hearts, and some were just excited from the bottom of their hearts.

All because they all knew very well that Jian Wujiu used the second-ranked supreme sword technique of Taishang Jiu Qingtian. Although he temporarily took away everything from him, he chopped off Yang Xuanzhen's head.

Yang Xuanzhen is doomed.

As soon as he and others regain their senses, Yang Xuanzhen's head will fall to the ground and he will die.

"The Patriarch is invincible!"

"Tai Xuantian must perish!"

"Our Taishang Jiu Qingtian won after all!"

A villain seemed to appear in the hearts of countless monks. The villain looked fanatical and cheered, celebrating that Jian Wujiu had killed the great demon Yang Xuanzhen with one sword and continued to write the eternal undefeated myth.

Swish!
It seemed that only a moment had passed, and it seemed that ten thousand years had passed. Tens of millions of monks finally regained their senses and opened their eyes.

Joy, joy, and pride after victory will naturally appear on everyone's faces.

But at this moment, their faces suddenly froze, like zombies that had been around for ten thousand years.

This kind of expression is like someone who has just ascended from the lower world to the fairy world. He originally had great ambitions and was ready to show off his ambitions in the fairy world and do something shocking. However, he was directly suppressed by the natives of the fairy world and was sent to be a slave wearing a pipa bone.

Just because they all saw a scene that is unforgettable for a lifetime, deeply imprinted into the flesh and soul, and will never be forgotten until they are reincarnated for thousands of lives.

Yang Xuanzhen's expression was as calm as ever, and he was still sitting on the bloody throne, motionless.

Not even his clothes were messed up.

At some point, he already held two broken azure swords in his hands.

The sword's fracture was extremely flat, as if it had been cut in two by another sword. A stream of blood flowed from the fracture, like the Milky Way pouring down for nine days, but it did not fall on the ancient sacred mountain below.

Because in front of the throne, under the broken sword, a man in blood-clothed hands held a wine glass, bowed himself, and poured all the blood that fell from the sword into the glass.

"Emperor of Heaven, please drink the enemy's blood." When the wine glass was filled, the man in blood-clothed smile smiled and presented it with both hands.

"Ah."

Yang Xuanzhen took the wine glass with one hand, and a divine light shot out from his eyes into the blood wine.

The blood wine burned fiercely, all impurities were removed, and turned into pure white, with immortal energy overflowing.

He drank it all in one gulp, lowered his eyes, and said to the azure broken sword in his hand: "Submit, I will spare you once."

The separated shadow of Jian Wujiu's corpse faintly appeared on the broken sword. His face was filled with shock and a trace of confusion, as if he didn't understand why he fell into such a situation in just an instant.

But soon, Jian Wujiu opened his eyes angrily and roared: "In the way of Taishang swordsmanship, it is better to take it from the straight line than to seek it from the curve! Tai Xuantian, don't ever want me to surrender! A last-ditch battle, a broken sword is recast, and the destiny will last forever !”

Endless clear light bloomed from the fracture of the sword, and the sword body vibrated and jumped, wanting to reunite, break Yang Xuanzhen's control, escape, get rid of humiliation, and even fight back.

But like a trapped animal, it struggles in vain.

"Ridiculous."

Yang Xuanzhen's voice was cold, and he squeezed hard with his five fingers, and the endless green light on the broken sword dimmed. Then there was a "click", and the two broken swords turned into billions of dust, and were ignited by the holy fire.

"Ah, I am unwilling..."

As Jian Wujiu's screams stopped in the middle, the countless dust particles disappeared, leaving only the strong life essence that was absorbed into Yang Xuanzhen's body and continuously injected into the giant elephant particle embryo.

He had previously refined the more than 400,000 pure Yang pills and more than one million elixirs given to him by Mi Bao, which awakened the giant elephant particles in his body to the number of 290 million.

Now that Jian Wujiu has been refining to the realm of gods, a large number of ancient giant elephant particles have begun to awaken.

His strength is growing all the time.

There has not been much progress in understanding the Wheel of Fortune, and I still cannot understand it.

This is also the fundamental reason why he did not go on a killing spree to completely subdue Taishang Jiu Qingtian.

If you want to make the wheel of destiny truly appear, or even practice to a deeper level, and understand the true meaning of destiny, you must not only improve your cultivation to a certain level, but also must gather the endless power of faith and use the luck of many living beings Only as a foundation.

Although there are countless dynasties under the Taiyi Sect, even the entire Xuanhuang World is ruled by the Taiyi Sect.

But it was still far from enough for Yang Xuanzhen.

Therefore, he not only wants to conquer Taishang Jiuqingtian, but also unify other big worlds in the heavens and worlds.

The matter will not be diverted by anyone's will.

Not even the Immortal Lord of the Immortal Realm can do it.

Besides, such a trivial matter would not alarm the Immortal Lord, but would at most alarm the backstage of the major forces in the fairy world.

When the backstage of the fairy world is almost dead, perhaps Tianjun himself will pay personal attention.

For Tianjun, who breaks the restrictions of many dimensions, any living being under Tianjun is meaningless.

In fact, an inconspicuous dust particle, or a warrior in the realm of divine transformation with the power of five horses, or an eternal giant in the secret realm of immortality, or an immortal who can create the universe, or even a Daluo Jinxian who is eternally free in all time and space, or even harmonizes with heaven and earth. The Supreme Immortal Emperor and the Supreme God who have the same life span are all equally weak in front of the Heavenly Lord, without any difference.

Tianjun is so powerful.

The blood-clothed human weapon spirit saw that Yang Xuanzhen was practicing and had no time to deal with the people of Taishang Jiuqingtian for the time being, so he volunteered to do the work for him. He stood under the throne with his hands behind his back, looked down at everyone in Taishang Jiuqingtian, and said calmly: "Don't give it to Taishang Jiuqingtian yet." Emperor Xuantian kneels down? Why, you guys don’t accept it?"

The tens of millions of monks on the ancient sacred mountain, as well as the sect leader Zu Qingting above, the right deputy sect leader Li Dayu, Dongling Concubine... and others finally woke up from the nightmare of Jian Wujiu being killed by Yang Xuanzhen.

At this moment, Taishang Jiuqingtian fell into the darkest moment since the founding of the sect.

"Ancestor Jian Wujiu is dead... No, this is not true, I don't believe it..."

"The Patriarch is the legend of our Supreme Lord Jiu Qingtian. He was once invincible in the ancient times, but he fell instantly."

"How could this happen, how could this happen...Tai Xuan...Why on earth is the Emperor of Heaven so powerful? Why..."

Some monks with low cultivation levels turned pale and fell to the ground. Their whole bodies were as limp as a pile of mud, and their crotches were wet without even realizing it.

Maybe they know it but don't understand it.

Most of the monks, as if they were mourning their heirs and resigned to their fate, obediently obeyed the blood-clothed human weapon spirit's words and knelt on the ground, waiting for Yang Xuanzhen's fate.

"Even if I die, I will not kneel down to the devil!"

"I swear to live and die with the sect!"

"Since ancient times, no one has ever died, and his heart is always clear!"

There were also a few people who were not convinced. They left behind two lines of blood and tears due to pain and anger, soared into the sky like moths to the flame, and used the strongest magical power in their lives to kill Yang Xuanzhen.

"If you dare to disrespect the Emperor of Heaven, you will die!"

The blood-clothed human weapon spirits showed no mercy and immediately used their magical powers to kill the people who came forward one by one.

But there were still people coming up one after another to kill him.

There is no way, there are too many monks in Taishang Jiuqingtian, and there are always some who can sacrifice their lives for the sect.

These people pose no threat to the blood-clothed people who are equivalent to the level of true immortals. They are like cutting wheat, killing one by one, and killing a pair by two.

Miss Mibao and others also suppressed their shock and assisted the blood-clothed human weapon spirit in killing the enemy.

"Stop killing..."

"You should stop struggling pointlessly..."

Seeing this scene, Zu Qingting was heartbroken. He knelt down in the air with a plop, yelled and begged the blood-clothed human weapon spirit to stop, and advised his fellow disciples not to rush forward.

"useless."

"Our Taishang Jiuqingtian was defeated..."

Li Dayu, Concubine Dongling and other Taoist masters also knelt down with ashen faces.

"Shut up, what qualifications do you weaklings have to speak? You are not worthy to be the sect master and Taoist master of Taishang Jiuqingtian!"

"How can Tianjun Daotong surrender!"

Some people listened to the persuasion of Zu Qingting and others, while a handful of people looked up to the sky and roared, their eyes splitting.

"Ugh."

A deep sigh suddenly sounded, silencing everyone's voices.

A short old man wearing gray and white robes came out of the void. His back seemed to be pressed against an unbearable mountain. He was more stooped than before. Many people recognized his identity. He was a Taoist from Mo, Taishang Jiu. One of the ancestors of Qingtian.

Taoist Mo looked at Zu Qingting and others, and then at all the disciples and elders of Taishang Jiuqingtian, with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

He walked to the bottom of the throne and said in a solemn voice: "Emperor Taixuan, I, the Supreme Supreme Lord Jiuqingtian, am willing to offer five hundred thousand trillion Pure Yang Pills, and only Taiyi Sect will follow suit."

Just as the saying goes, one burst of strength will weaken again, and three times it will be exhausted. When those hard-core people heard Mo Daoren's words, they finally felt a breath of hardness in their chests and collapsed completely. "Puff thump thump" and they all knelt on the ground.

The entire Taishang Jiuqingtian bowed its head and proclaimed its submission.

"The right choice."

Yang Xuanzhen showed a spring-like smile on his face: "Take out the Pure Yang Pill. Then follow me to destroy the Tianya Sect."

Although Ya Zongdao, the leader of the Tianya Sect, died and all the other supreme elders were killed by him, there are still a few immortals and ancestors in the realm of gods in the sect.

(End of this chapter)