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

"You still need to tell me?"

Zeng Yun turned his palms and covered the little white elephant between his hands: "Go to sleep quickly!"

"If you really hurt your origin, you can't make up for it."

"Woo!"

The little white elephant wanted to say something else, but he fell asleep irresistibly.

"Wang Hongxuan."

Feeling the light behind him disappear, Zeng Yun took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and sighed.

He spoke again, so weakly that no one could hear him:

"It's only fifty thousand years..."

Old Buddha Xumi...Sage Dayun...

Five-color divine light...multi-treasure trees...

The setting sun was setting on the top of the mountain, and in the slightly chilly wind, Su Bai sat cross-legged and cut away the complicated thoughts in his heart.

His spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and the imprint of the ancient scroll in his heart shone brightly.

hum!

The light touch of his spiritual thought seemed to break through a thin film.

Countless images flowed through his mind like water, and then settled on...

Old houses, old trees, green lanterns...

From far to near, from big to small, it seems like a long time has passed.

Su Bai's eyes fell on this ancient house.

In the dim light, there is an old man writing rapidly, sometimes accompanied by a slight cough.

"Humans and monsters are fighting each other, the war is spreading, and the people are in dire straits... Alas, I have been searching all my life, but in the end I have not found the Master's true principles. It is a pity that I have been searching all my life, and it is difficult to achieve peace in the world..."

"The Tao is free and easy. The Buddha cultivates his body. Where is my Confucian Tao?"

"Master, my disciple is incompetent and it is difficult to pass on your old man's mantle. What's even more sad is that it can't be passed on, it can't be passed on..."

"Thousands of years, no matter how much running, no matter how much perseverance, no matter how many struggles, will it finally be like a dream?"

"The gods and Buddhas are invincible, so where is the road to life?!"

"Poor, pathetic, hateful..."

Under Rudou's light, the old man's breath was flickering like a light, as if it might go out at any time.

He wanted to write down everything he knew and understood again and again, but he tried again and again and failed.

He has a secret in his heart and knows it, but he cannot tell it.

He wanted to leave a classic book, but he couldn't write it down.

He wrote again and again, whether it was blood letters, stone tablets, acrostic words, solving riddles...

But even though countless methods were used, there was still no trace left.

Even if he knows, there is no difference between him and not knowing.

Su Bai stared at it, vaguely seeming to feel the same.

As his realm rose, his spiritual thoughts changed several times, and he used the Sin-Cleaning Cauldron to peek into his memories, which was no longer what it was before.

With just a thought, you can perceive everything that this person can perceive.

Misery, unwillingness, sighs, sadness, secrets...

Many emotions surged in his heart instantly, which was the melancholy in the old man's heart.

At the same time, many memories of the old man emerged in his mind.

This old man, named Zeng Yu, is a true Confucian sage.

He is also the Confucian master who has seventy-two disciples. The great-grandson of one of them is also the ancestor of Zeng Yun.

The era he lived in was an era when emperors had no power over heaven and Confucianism and Taoism were cut off. It was also a chaotic period when humans and demons were fighting each other.

Because of his status and inheritance, what he knew far exceeded Zeng Yun.

It's a pity that he couldn't tell because of the influence of the power.

"Will anyone hear it? I don't know..."

After a long time, the old man seemed to have given up completely. He walked out of the door. He was extremely thin, but he looked quite tall, and looked like Zeng Yun.

He stopped under the old tree, faced the night, looked at the stars in the sky, and murmured to himself: "Maybe it is all in vain, but even He cannot deprive the real history..."

He murmured in his heart, and the light of his soul, like substance, illuminated the courtyard, and then turned into a pen in his palm.

He used the emptiness as the paper, the heart as the pen, and the Confucianism he had practiced throughout his life as the ink, and he began to write.

"The world of chaos first opened, and the gods were born. This is the era of gods and demons. ..."

"The Chronicle of Gods and Demons, with three supreme beasts as its lords."

"One is Zhulong, the second is Shenlin, and the third is Phoenix Emperor."

"This is the ancestor of scales, birds, and beasts. This era begins when the Phoenix Emperor is not born, and ends when the Heavenly Saint and the Demonic Saint become enlightened."

"The Demonic Period will start later..."

"After that, the twin saints came to earth and swept away the gods and demons in the sky. After many years of fighting, the heavenly saints ascended to heaven to preach, and many people with great supernatural powers obeyed. After many years, it gradually evolved into the prototype of the imperial court."

"The Demon Saint entered the earth and opened up the underground Demonic Abyss. He collected the evil spirits and resentment from the heaven and earth, and gathered all the demons from the beginning of the world to the present to become the ancestors of the Demonic Abyss."

"The two sides have been fighting for many years. Many of the gods and demons born in the world have fallen. However, a race different from the gods and demons has been born again in the bodies of the gods and demons."

"This is the beginning of the human race."

"The end of the Demonic Period is symbolized by the establishment of the Imperial Court and the birth of the human race."

"All ages have passed, and the ancient era has arrived."

"In the ancient times, the gods and demons licked their wounds and silently accumulated strength. The heavenly saints and the devil saints stopped and meditated separately."

"The newly born human race, in ignorance, ushered in the ancient era, fighting with ferocious beasts, fighting with heaven and earth, and gradually gained a firm foothold."

"Heaven and earth changed again. A great realm came from nowhere and awakened the gods and demons all over the sky. The overlord of that realm is unparalleled in power."

"He calls himself Old Man Tianhuang, and he once said that his clan is a monster. Old Man Tianhuang possesses the power of a candle dragon, and his size can be said to be infinitely large."

"The arrival of the demon world triggered a riot between gods and demons, and they took action to suppress it. The war lasted for countless years."

"In the end, it ended with the death of Old Man Tianhuang and the change of the demon world into the animal world."

"In the ancient times, gods and demons fought with monsters, and the human race was also affected. It was almost exterminated and had to struggle to survive."

Zeng Yu wrote vigorously in the night, his light was majestic and his breath was strong.

However, when words fall, they are destroyed, and when words are spoken, they are lost.

Even the many Confucian disciples who were alarmed by his actions had no idea what he was doing.

But he didn't realize it, he just left words in the air one stroke at a time. Only Su Bai could feel the bitterness in his heart.

This is not his first attempt, but it must be his last.

After all, his end is approaching.

Even though I didn’t know if it was possible, I had to give it a go. "The Era of Gods and Demons, the Era of Heavenly Demons, the Ancient Era..."

Su Bai's heart sank. This was the first time he had completely seen the past of the Nine Immortals Realm.

Boom!

At a certain moment, in the night, there was a muffled thunder, rumbling and shaking.

I don't know how many thousands of miles apart it is, but this ancient city was shocked.

hum!

Then, an extremely high-pitched chirping sound resounded through the sky.

Under the cover of night, a peacock with gorgeous wings, dazzling colors and strong breath comes from the south.

Drink the endless divine light!

"Peacock King!"

In the ancient city, some people exclaimed, some were horrified, and some even ran away.

But more people are approaching this ancient house.

Snapped!

In the ancient house, startled by the chirping of birds, the big pen in Zeng Yu's hand trembled. After writing down the chronicle of the imperial struggle, it disappeared completely.

"Perhaps it is God's will that cannot be violated. After all, I, Zeng Yu, cannot compare to my ancestors..."

The old man couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He looked up at the other end, the peacock coming from the south, with a high breath and a stern expression.

Then he shouted loudly: "I wonder if the Peacock King has come, what's the important thing?"

"My brother was killed by your Confucian disciples!"

The sharp but not ear-piercing cry resounded through the night, filled with a cold chill: "I am here today to devour eighty cities of Confucian disciples to give away my brother's spirit!"

call!

As the sound waves roared, hurricanes raged across the sky and the earth.

Thousands of miles away, sand and rocks began to fly across the earth.

Sweeping by the strong wind, countless amounts of soil, sand and gravel rose into the sky in an instant!

The entire ancient city was shaking and roaring, and the formations and restrictions placed outside seemed to have lost their effect.

Before he finished speaking, there were already tens of thousands of people in the city, smashing through the houses and flying high into the sky, as if they were about to fall into the mouth of the peacock.

"How dare you do this!?"

Zeng Yu was angry and shouted loudly. There seemed to be a Milky Way between heaven and earth.

Manifest quickly!

The Milky Way was filled with white light. Its shape was extremely majestic, like a divine dragon, and its aura was majestic, seeming to illuminate the entire night.

All the flying people were swept up by the river and returned to the city.

"The great river of Confucianism?"

"Zeng Yu, with your incomplete stream, you still want to stop me!?"

After a long cry, the Peacock King cut through the void for thousands of miles. On his wings, there was a hazy light of five colors, and he was about to wipe out this long river!

"Five-color divine light..."

Staring at this scene, Su Bai couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

Although this five-color divine light is still immature and has some flaws in its essence, it is not much different from the five-color divine light he displayed...

Many of his previous guesses seemed to be somewhat confirmed because of this.

"Five-color divine light? The Peacock King actually mastered the five-color divine light!?"

"No, that's not right! This is the Little Five Elements Divine Light!"

A Confucian disciple spoke in horror.

During the Battle of Defying Heaven, I don’t know how many great magical powers appeared, but the five-color divine light must be the top one among them.

Although this divine light has only a fraction of its essence, it is already so powerful that it cannot be described.

The only thing that can be compared with it, apart from the vast river of Confucian Qi, is the equally mysterious Qi of Qian and Earth.

There are also Confucian disciples who are excited and determined to win against the mighty river.

But, it was beyond anyone’s expectation.

This brush failed.

The majestic river disappeared directly when the five-color divine light roared.

"The Patriarch and the Grand Ancestor, both known as Er Kong, had a friendship of fighting side by side and a long history of majesty. How can they be enemies with the five-color divine light?"

Zeng Yu withdrew his mighty river and looked at the Peacock King with its wings spread high and singing loudly, sighing in his heart.

Once upon a time, the two races, humans and monsters, could still fight side by side. Although there was disharmony, it was harmless in the end.

Although the relationship between the Confucian sect and the Peacock clan is not excellent, it is not as life-and-death as it is now.

"You dare to mention your ancestors?"

The Peacock King raised his neck and screamed, his expression extremely angry, shaking the sky: "How can a sour and rotten scholar be compared with my ancestors?"

Boom!

The words fell.

The strong wind swept through the city, and the ground in the city shook. Countless houses swayed and collapsed.

Many Confucian disciples were originally using their magical powers to protect the city.

After hearing these words, they all couldn't help but became furious: "A demon clan is not worthy of the name of my wife!"

"You are looking for death!!"

The Peacock King jumped into a rage, spread his wings and flew high, setting off a boundless frenzy.

Amidst the endless lightning and thunder, it would swoop down and destroy the entire city!

"enough!"

At this moment, Zeng Yu shouted coldly, suppressing the riots in the city, and his whole body was already flying into the air.

At a speed that seemed slow but actually extremely fast, he rushed towards the Peacock King.

boom!

A shocking roar exploded in the sky.

Zeng Yu, who was covered in five-color divine light, showed no resistance at all and allowed his body to be submerged.

"you?"

The Peacock King also looked at the old man in surprise.

"The five-color divine light is indeed an unparalleled magical power. The small five-element divine light with just a hint of true meaning is already so amazing..."

Amid the five colors, Zeng Yu felt the changes all over his body. His expression was calm and he said extremely calmly: "Your brother was killed by a Confucian disciple."

"As the leader of the Confucian sect, I will pay for it with my life."

"It must be enough!"

(End of this chapter)