Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

Mo Xuan, Lin Baiyun and others, who were blown hundreds of miles away by the hurricane, were so excited that they were stunned for a moment.

The scene of earth-shattering and earth-shattering collapse in front of us could not be the deliberate act of the person fighting against him.

Spiritual realm monks like them can already perfectly control the power of supernatural powers.

He is more powerful than the monks in the Manifestation Realm who don't know how many of them, so he will naturally not be unable to control his own power.

The reason why it affects the world is because, under their magical power, everything seems too fragile.

The insignificant aftermath of magical power can already crack the earth and open mountains, making all living beings frightened.

"Haha."

The moment after the aftermath dissipated, Chen Fenghua stood up in the rubble-like ground.

He staggered and stood, staring at the sky. Even though his entire body, and even his seven orifices, had ferocious cracks, his whole body was like a piece of broken porcelain that had been forcibly pieced together.

But he was still laughing crazily, staring at Su Bai with a pair of dull eyes.

He asked for the third time:

"Who are you!?"

call!

In the cool breeze, Su Bai lowered his eyes and spoke calmly as before:

"Hongxuan."

Su Bai stood up in the sky, his breath calm, like a deep pool, and there was no trace of the violent blood energy from his previous attack.

But everyone who looked at him only felt that the sky and the earth were filled with a large amount of golden light, like a mountain in front, with no details and only vague outlines visible.

There is already a sense of sacredness that cannot be blasphemed.

Everyone couldn't help but feel great awe in their hearts.

"Hongxuan, Hongxuan...five-color divine light..."

Among the hideous ruins, Chen Fenghua stared deeply at the figure in the sky.

The last ray of light in his eyes then dimmed:

"I, remember you..."

His voice, soft and ethereal, was blown away by the wind into the void just like his body.

call!

The imperceptible stream of light extinguished in a flash, and then disappeared into the void.

The image of a great monk in the Holy Realm was shattered in the air.

Mo Xuan, Wang Xuanlong and others looked at it with their minds swaying, unable to control themselves for a moment.

Shocked and pleased at the same time.

Only Lin Baiyun fell into deep self-doubt.

He simply couldn't believe that the young man in white robe standing with his hands behind his hands in the sky at this moment was the one he had seen in Qinghe County a few months ago.

At that time, although Wang Hongxuan's attack was considered extremely powerful, he estimated that it was not much different from his own strength.

But at this time, he saw that with one blow, he defeated the manifestation of the saint realm monk.

Moreover, the method used is the legendary king of magical powers, the five-color divine light!

For a moment, his whole person fell into deep doubt.

Once upon a time, he had never even remembered that a monk from a small sect suddenly became the Northwest Pass of Youzhou.

Even the top masters in the entire Great Yan Dynasty!

This made him somewhat unacceptable.

"Master..."

Staring at the figure in the sky, Mu Yunyang's body was trembling, and all kinds of thoughts in his heart were tumbling violently, and for a moment, it seemed like he was in a dream.

This, how is this possible! ?

That's a great monk in the Holy Realm!

In the 800 years since Xuantianmen was established, even the most advanced people have been far from reaching this realm.

But such an extremely powerful person was defeated by his own sect master with just one move?

"The Dharma Appearance of the Holy Realm..."

Su Bai naturally didn't care what others thought of him.

As he lowered his eyes, deep in his eyes, a pale golden mark took shape.

The Dao patterns in it flowed, as if they were alive, flowing unstoppably, and vaguely, as if there were images flickering.

This is the imprint of Chen Fenghua's Holy Realm.

Those who have cultivated themselves in the Holy Realm have begun to collect all the information they have scattered in the void. It will take some time to collect information about such a person, even if his spiritual thoughts are strong.

Moreover, this balance must be broken.

After the First World War, the brand took shape, but it was just right.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a groan came from the ruins.

Immediately afterwards, a white light swayed into the sky.

As if before he could react, the white elephant neighed and immediately rushed towards Su Bai.

"Alien species from heaven and earth?"

Su Bai gathered his thoughts, and with a wave of his hand, he had firmly grasped the white light in his hand.

This white light was exactly Yuan Xiang who was knocked back to his original form by Chen Fenghua.

"What a strength."

Su Bai raised his eyebrows slightly, and felt that there seemed to be a dragon struggling in his palm, and it was almost about to be escaped by it.

In the Nine Immortals Realm, spiritual energy is rich and it is easy to cultivate spiritual seeds and spiritual birds.

Among them, the Yuanxiang clan can be called the top race. According to legend, it is also a rare spiritual beast second only to the dragon clan.

Especially in terms of physical strength, it can even rival the dragon clan.

Among the information he searched for, there were also many records about this primitive phenomenon.

According to legend, this Yuanxiang cannot be conquered unless it is a person of noble character.

Especially in Confucianism, its status is extremely high, comparable to the legendary spiritual seeds in ancient times.

"Roar!"

The little guy, who was as bright as jade, kept struggling, completely forgetting himself, and seemed to be still immersed in the previous fight with Chen Fenghua.

Like crazy!

The power of the Yuan Xiang was extremely strong. If it hadn't suffered heavy injuries and Su Bai had grabbed it carelessly, it would have been possible for him to break free.

"White jade!"

At this time, Zeng Yun, who had recovered from the shock, let out a soft cry. An invisible force spread out and calmed the restless white jade Yuanxiang.

"Old, sir?"

Bai Yu Yuanxiang woke up as if from a dream, and found that he was being pinched by a young man in white robes at his fingertips, and he immediately began to struggle again.

boom!

Su Bai flipped his palm and flicked his fingers, and the little guy couldn't bear it, screamed, circled, and flew towards Zeng Yun in the car.

Zeng Yun caught the little thing casually, then stood up, bowed and saluted, and said: "This time I have to thank Taoist friend Hongxuan for the rescue. Zeng will remember it in his heart, and there will be retribution in the future."

"Old sir, there is no need to be polite.

Su Bai shook his head slightly and said very calmly: "I am asking for something this time."

Although Confucianism is not included in the two holy places, the three great dynasties, and the five great sects.

But it is considered a powerful sect in Nanyun Continent, and even among the six major continents, with extremely strong strength.

The combined interference of many sects in the human world is not as great as that of Confucianism.

Whether he wants to pursue that missing period of time, or wants to find the many fragments of his soul, he can rely on the power of Confucianism.

"Even so, etiquette cannot be abolished."

Zeng Yun bowed three times, then stood up and said: "The Wuwu Sea is backed by the Master of Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest. Although its strength is average, it is quite troublesome."

"No matter why you took action, fellow Taoist, I will remember it all in my heart."

Su Bai nodded and said no more.

He fell into the sky and returned to the top of the barren mountain where he originally sat cross-legged.

Zeng Yun put down Yuan Xiang, took a step forward, and landed on the barren mountain.

"Master..."

Looking at the two people on the barren mountain, Mu Yunyang hesitated to speak. He originally wanted to remind his sect leader not to get involved in the affairs of these sects.

But then I thought about it, my sect leader has already cultivated in the Holy Realm, and he only needs to go to the Ten Thousand Sects Grand Meeting, not to mention replacing the Tianyun Sect and becoming the master of the Northwest Pass.

At least, he can become the Lord of Youzhou.

In this way, relying on the Great Yan Dynasty, unless it offends the Tiandao Palace and the Xumi Bronze Palace, these two holy places.

You don’t need to be afraid of any other forces anymore, right?

After thinking about this, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the messy mountains.

Seeing this, my head suddenly started to hurt again.

The power of the collision in the Holy Realm, even if it is only a trivial aftermath, can be called a natural disaster to ordinary people.

Even though Mo Xuan and others tried their best to protect them, more than half of the newly repaired wooden city was destroyed.

call!

The barren mountain was in ruins, and the blood of the previous Yuan Xiang was splashed everywhere, and the grass, trees, sand and stones were all evaporated.

Viewed from here, the thousands-mile-long bloody canyon looks like a forbidden land for living creatures.

"Old sir, please sit down."

Su Bai made a casual move, and stone tables and chairs emerged from the ground.

His realm has not fallen. Once the spiritual energy is available, all kinds of magical powers will return automatically. Naturally, there is no need to practice step by step like monks in this realm.

"Fellow Taoist, you're welcome."

Zeng Yun straightened his clothes first, then adjusted the hem of his clothes, and sat upright.

Seeing that the stone table was empty, he flicked his sleeves and took out a yellow wine pot.

"Yellow orange wine is made from citrus grown in the pure water of the world. It is of extremely high quality and has a superb aroma. Although it cannot be called fairy wine, it can still be regarded as a treasure."

After saying that, he poured a glass for Su Bai.

Su Bai took it and shook it slightly. He felt the aroma of the wine was fragrant. Although the spiritual energy was not strong, the smell was excellent, and he couldn't help but nodded.

"It is indeed a good wine."

After several months of sorting out, Su Bai already knew a lot about this world.

Judging from the surface, the cities of Dayan, as well as the other two dynasties, and even the entire world, seem to be no different from the world of Xianwu Heaven and the world of Dayu Immortal Dynasty.

But after all, this is a huge world that has never been passed down except for the years that have been deliberately erased.

Above the ordinary world, there is another layer after layer of worlds that mortals cannot touch or understand.

Such a pot of yellow orange wine, for ordinary people, is a treasure that can cure all diseases and prolong life.

But for the monks, it was just drinks.

After the two sat down, they each had a few drinks. Su Bai was the first to speak: "I heard that Wuwang Sea is far away in the North Sea. What did the old gentleman do to enable them to pursue it all the way here?"

The Nine Immortals Realm is a vast world, with continents such as Dongsheng, Nanyun, Xihe, and Beicang, and is surrounded by the four seas of east, west, north, south, etc.

There is heaven above and ghosts below.

Together they are called the Six Continents and Four Seas.

Among them, although Beihai is not far from Nanyunzhou, it is only relatively speaking.

Even if a great monk in the Manifestation Realm can cross tens of thousands of miles with just a thought, it is not that easy to cross over.

"Wuwanghai is under the control of Wanlongchao. This time, he is chasing me to this point, which is naturally the order of Wanlongchao."

"The Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest is extremely powerful. It is not much worse than Great Yan. It is said that the contemporary dragon master has already developed the Candle Dragon Dharmakaya, and his strength reaches the sky."

"Wuwanghai naturally dare not disobey his orders."

Zeng Yun did not hide anything, and said very calmly: "A few years ago, I went to Beihai, following the master's footsteps, but accidentally killed dozens of dragons, and was severely wounded by the dragon master."

"Candle Dragon Dharmakaya?"

Su Bai's heart skipped a beat.

Such a person, even if you look at this world, is already a top figure.

"Fellow Daoist Hong, there is no need to worry."

"The contemporary Emperor of Great Flame is as powerful as a god. Even the Dragon Lord would never dare to enter Great Flame lightly."

After finishing speaking, Zeng Yun also had a touch of bitterness on his face: "If not, unless I can suddenly realize the vastness of the river, otherwise, I am afraid I will have to be handed over to the vast ocean of the North Sea."

Cultivation is like ascending to heaven, one step at a time.

Just like the ninth level of spiritual realm, the difference is huge.

The difference between the Nine Heavens of Manifestation Saint Realm will only be greater!

The gap between each level is far beyond the imagination of ordinary monks.

Not to mention, the dragon master who condensed the candle dragon body.

This person's strength has reached its peak!

(End of this chapter)