Dijun's black moonlight is back

When Gong Liquan left, he took the gods in high spirits with him. When he returned to the thirty-third heaven, all of them were seriously injured.

One thing is that this matter is disgraceful, another is that the right to secede is not willing to mention it more.

Therefore, no one in heaven asked any more questions.

But no one expected that as soon as they returned to the thirty-third heaven, there would be strange things happening in all directions behind them.

When Spirit Lord Shaohao comes to the world, all laws in the world will undergo changes.

Gong Liquan looked at the raging Tianhe River and saw countless immortals failing to break through the realm, their fate stars flickering and then dimming.

Almost without thinking, he rushed directly to Mingjing Mountain, which was Shaohao's first goal after his birth.

When passing through the Dengxian Gate, Gong Liquan saw Cang Ji.

She stood under the three characters of "Dengxianmen" and raised her head to look at the strong characters.

Heavenly soldiers lined up nearby, and no one dared to disturb her.

"What is she looking at," Cangji said to himself, "and what is she thinking about?"

Gong Liquan was about to say goodbye when he heard her ask and answered unconsciously: "Who is Tianzun talking about?"

Cang Ji turned his head and saw Gong Liquan, showing a perfunctory smile: "No one, hurry up and go to Mingjing Mountain."

Maybe she is really old. Facing the younger generation, there are more and more things that she cannot see through or guess.

The evil energy soared into the sky from Mingjing Mountain, penetrated the layers of clouds, and cut a dark hole in the sea of ​​fog in the thirty-third sky.

Cangji jumped on the back of the Chongming Bird and flapped its wings to fly to Ankou.

The strong wind swept through the disorderly thunder and lightning, stirring up the thick clouds in the crack. Cang Ji cast a spell to push away the clouds and mist, and saw the Mingjing Mountain below.

The fairy mountain should be filled with auspicious clouds and auspicious beasts running around, but at this moment it is like purgatory.

Red blood flowed down the long steps, and the corpses of disciples in white robes lay everywhere.

The surrounding woods were completely silent, and all the animals had retreated into their nests, only daring to reveal a pair of eyes to observe the surroundings.

The white jade-like rootless bodhi tree hangs quietly on the top of the clear mountain. Under the tree stands a young woman in a feathered robe. The sword in her hand is still bleeding.

Bodhizi fell in front of Rootless Bodhisattva. His ribs were broken by this woman, and his spiritual power leaked out every time he breathed.

But she didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him. Instead, she tilted her head and looked at this celestial mountain sacred tree that could never be found in the mortal world.

"I have an idea in my mind," she said, "to cut down this tree and split this mountain, but I have never been here."

Her eyes looked over the crystal clear leaves one by one, and she even stretched out a hand towards it.

A drop of dew came from nowhere and touched the back of her hand. The coolness brought her back to her thoughts and reminded her that there was an old man on the ground who had lost the ability to resist.

She didn't even bother to do it herself, but took a half step back, bent her knees slightly and threw the long sword in her hand.

At the same time, a pair of dark wings behind her stretched out, blocking the divine brilliance of Rootless Bodhi. The growing shadow attached to the sword, directly hitting Bodhi's heart with the intention of killing.

A beam of golden light fell from the sky and turned into a long whip that wrapped around her sword, making the cold weapon stagnant in mid-air.

When Gong Liquan came, he stood in front of Bodhizi and tried his best to open a barrier for him.

The confrontation between the two forces stirred up gusts of wind, and Rootless Bodhi also shook its leaves in the wind.

She suddenly released her magic spell, expelled a burst of purple lightning, and smashed the long sword into powder.

After the wind stopped, everything slowly returned to silence, and she folded her wings when all the dust fell to the ground.

The warm brilliance of Rootless Bodhi spread over her whole body, as if she was covered with a silvery moon gauze. Her eyebrows were cold, and she looked at Gong Liquan as if she were looking at a dead object. Her thin face had an inexplicable sense of alienation, and her thin lips had no arc, making it impossible to see through her emotions.

"Emperor," she turned her back to him with her hands behind her back and continued to look at the crown of the Rootless Bodhi tree. "I have no intention of greeting you. If you care about him, one of you two must die today."

After saying that, she lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then immediately regretted it: "Forget it, none of you can live."

As soon as she finished speaking, without even making any movement, countless black feathers condensed out of thin air and quickly attacked Gong Liquan and Bodhizi.

Gong Liquan settled down, stretched out his arms to cast a spell, and drew a barrier with golden light to eliminate all the flying feathers.

She picked a leaf from the tree, held the leaf stalk, pulled out a long sword, and stabbed Gong Liquan without warning.

Gong Liquan pulled out his magical weapon Qingluan from the sea of ​​consciousness and slashed at her sword blade.

When the soldiers were fighting hand to hand, a blue luan bird appeared in the void and made a loud cry.

This sound swayed away the dark clouds on Mingjing Mountain and dispersed the lingering bloody smell around them.

The strong wind blew the hair of the person in front of her, but she only looked at Gong Liquan coldly from behind the sword blade.

"Qi Hao," Gong Liquan said, "do you believe in destiny?"

She thought this god was going to say something useful to her, but she didn't expect it to be such nonsense.

What destiny? She is a great demon born in nothingness. The laws of the Six Paths are like nothing to her. Who dares to influence her destiny?

"I hate Sheng," she replied, "I am the Tao and I am the Dharma. All things can block it and all things can destroy it."

She retreated half an inch, and then struck quickly one after another, with the sound of jade breaking every time.

For the last blow, she raised the sword high above her head, gritted her teeth and struck down with all her strength, and the sword in her hand shattered.

She put her hands back and looked sideways at Gong Liquan.

A crack appeared in the Qingluan in his hand, about an arm long, as thin as a spider's thread, but fairy light overflowed.

Yan Sheng used a leaf to make his natal magical weapon lose its true soul.

Fortunately, there are only three people on Mingjing Mountain. Otherwise, if this matter spreads, the entire thirty-third heaven may lose face.

It's not that Gong Liquan is mediocre, but that Yan Sheng is born different.

She twitched the corners of her mouth. This expression should have been a smile, but there was no smile at all.

Yan Sheng raised her hands, and countless leaves fell from the Rootless Bodhi, hanging by her side, gradually turning into the shape of the sword just now.

One sword can cut Qingluan in half, but with hundreds of thousands of swords, it's hard to say whether Gongliquan and Bodhizi have a way to survive.

A beam of light descended from the sky, encircling Yan Sheng in the middle.

"Bodhisattva," Cang Ji's voice came from the sky, "What are you waiting for?"

After her advice, Bodhizi immediately sat down cross-legged and threw out the fly whisk in his hand.

The Taoist array at Gong Liquan's feet was lit up, and with Rootless Bodhi as the center, circles and circles of runes lit up.

Yan Sheng wanted to spread her wings and leave the suppression range of the light beam, but was kept pressed down by invisible forces, and even had to kneel down.

Under her feet is the mountain guarding formation of Mingjing Mountain, and what flies out from Bodhizi's chest is a Bodhi Path Fruit that is hundreds of thousands of years old.

The Dao Fruit flew towards Yan Sheng, blended into her eyebrows and entered her sea of ​​consciousness, turning into a mountain in that vast and empty place. (End of chapter)