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

He lowered his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the white-haired boy suddenly raising his eyebrows, as if he was frowning.

Just as a trace of doubt flashed through my mind, I heard a shocking roar coming from an extremely distant place.

He turned back suddenly.

But he saw hundreds of millions of miles away, in the boiling and exploding void, a giant palm of five colors, pressing down on the ground!
Like a sacred mountain standing between heaven and earth, it suppresses the roaring Arctic veteran beneath it!
The next moment, all phenomena disappeared, all colors disappeared, and the storm calmed down.

High in the sky, Taoist Hongxuan, who had changed into a Taoist robe, seemed to be aware of this and looked towards this place.

"Hongxuan... interesting, getting more and more interesting..."

Taking a deep look, he saw a long white-robed young man standing hundreds of millions of miles away in the sky. A strange smile appeared on the corner of the white-haired young man's mouth: "If you can defeat Cang Emperor's methods, maybe Only then will we meet again..."

"Emperor!"

Looking at that scene, the third prince's expression changed, and a touch of sadness emerged from the depths of his soul.

There seemed to be some relief: "North Pole, he, he..."

"The immortals have the quality of immortality, but after all, they have no foundation for immortality..."

The white-haired boy glanced at the third prince casually and said with a half-smile: "Some people, once they die, will never come back."

As soon as his words floated, he disappeared into nothingness.

The third prince was left with a look of awe. After shuddering, he suppressed the complex emotions in his heart and fled into the distance, not daring to stay any longer.

call!
Under the Golden Dragon Peak, the huge air wave had not yet risen, but it was already suppressed by an invisible force, unable to lift three feet off the ground.

It can only spread rapidly along the horizon.

"it's over……"

When Lin Yilong saw this scene, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back at the place where the air wave was set off, and his expression changed several times.

A huge peak rises from the ground, almost as high as the Golden Dragon Peak, and its power is even greater than it.

The two peaks are tens of thousands of miles apart, but they seem to be closely connected.

Not to mention him, even if he is not a cultivator, he can still see that majestic giant peak.

At this time, there was a substantial spiritual light on that giant peak, flowing down like a waterfall.

The place where it fell, the vast ruins, became full of life again, and the dried up rivers and lakes reappeared again.

The disturbed spiritual energy around him gradually recovered, and even seemed to be stronger than before.

"North Pole, dead..."

Lin Yilong was in a daze, even if God's will suppressed him for thousands of years.

But the weight in his heart is absolutely impossible to compare with that of the Arctic God.

Even though the Arctic God at this time has not yet recovered his cultivation level in the Celestial Realm, he is still a powerful person in the Celestial Realm after all.

It is far from comparable to ordinary monks in the Holy Realm.

At this time, seeing this god, the spiritual energy after his death fed back into the world.

The shock he felt in his heart was far from being captured by one move according to God's will, it was countless times more intense!
Looking at the white-robed young man in the sky, he was shocked and agitated, but felt a little natural.

Without such strength, how could it be possible to create a unified empire unique to the human race in that era when gods and demons dominated all realms?
"That breath..."

Su Bai didn't care about the awed looks from Lin Yilong, as well as the many masters and powerful men of the Great Yan Dynasty.

However, there was a ripple in his eyes as he looked toward the southeast void.

Before killing Beiji Laodao, he had already sensed that there was an unusual gaze looking at him in the southeast, 330 million miles away.

For mortals, this is an unreachable distance, but for a being like him, it is not much different from being close at hand.

Therefore, during the previous fight, he was attentive and wary of that person.

But the strange thing is that that person clearly had the opportunity and strength to take action, but he did nothing.

Let him kill Beiji Laodao.

"Purple air, purple air, purple air..."

In a corner of the imperial capital, Lin Yun couldn't stop murmuring, immersed in the scene he had seen before, completely unable to extricate himself.

Even though his own eyes were bleeding, he didn't seem to notice anything.

It wasn't until the battle came to an end that he slowly came back to his senses and asked in his heart: "A ray of red means immortality, more than half red means immortality, and a golden foundation means that you will become an immortal..."

"And this purple...what is purple?"

The strength of luck appears in various colors. Gray and white are mediocre, red is extremely rare, and gold is even more rare.

No need to say more.

He had only seen it in his grandfather Lin Yilong and the young man who called himself Mu Yunyang.

But how far is the difference between gold and purple?

Not to mention, that is not a little purple light, but a purple energy that fills the sky and fills the heaven and earth!
After twenty years of experience, Lin Yun had already deeply understood the mystery of the Destiny Compass.

Gold is already the limit that destiny can bestow!
In the sea of ​​​​mind, the Great Xiaoyao System seemed to be in great shock. After a long time, it responded:

[If it is the way of heaven, and it turns into a human being, its luck will be purple...]

Boom! !
Just when the expressions of many monks in the Great Yan Dynasty were changing and their minds were complicated, Su Bai was thinking. A rolling thunder sound came from a very far distance, breaking the silence among everyone.

"This, this is..."

In the imperial capital, the frightened people also heard this thunder.

They all looked up and saw a black line coming slowly towards the end of the bright sky.

Those with a low level of cultivation are still confused, but the expressions of monks with spiritual realm have changed again!

They couldn't help but exclaimed: "Thundercloud, it's thundercloud! Thundercloud is coming again!"

call!
With the moist air current, it swept in again.

From the rooftop, I looked around and saw rolling thunderclouds coming from all directions. The ink-colored clouds seemed to cover the sky again!

The wind and rain that had dissipated not long ago seemed to be coming back again.

Everyone looked at each other, looking a little solemn and a little relieved.

After looking at each other, they looked at Su Bai again.

If this storm had been dispelled so easily, it would not have forced the three major dynasties and major sects to obey the orders of Heaven and continue to offer sacrifices to Heaven from generation to generation without interruption.

However, no one dared to underestimate the young man in white robe standing in the sky at this moment.

At the beginning of Dayan's founding, many strong men joined forces, but they could not dispel the storm for a moment.

As for this young man in white robe, he was able to dispel them for a moment, which was already a terrifying method that they could not imagine.

"Third Prince, Hong...Senior Hongxuan!"

Looking at the thunderclouds rolling in, King Qi walked out of the crowd. His eyes were complicated and his expression was not very good-looking:
"If you don't sacrifice to the Nine Immortals, the storm will not go away!"

"If you two have the means, use it as soon as possible!"

"If there is no other way, I will restart the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony!"

King Qi sighed in his heart.

It’s not that he wants to sacrifice to heaven, but he has to!

At the beginning of the founding of the country, the serious consequences of the heavy rain that lasted for hundreds of years are still carefully engraved in the ancestral temple of the Lin family, and no one dares to forget it.

"call!"

After taking a look at Lei Yun's comeback, Lin Yilong was not surprised. He seemed to have already known the result.

But he was not panicked. Before King Qi finished speaking, he had already taken a few steps forward, shook his embroidered robe, and prostrated himself in front of Su Bai again: "Mr. Youlao, calm the storm and calm the storm!"

This is Lin Yilong's real plea.

Although Ying Tianyi was extremely powerful, he was not without means to deal with it.

All he wanted was for this storm.

Moreover, he also believed that if there was anyone in the world at this time who could calm the storm, it would be the person in front of him.

Because, the rain of sacrifice to the sky has a long history!

The first person who caused heavy rain from the sky and almost drowned the land because of not worshiping the sky was the Dayun Emperor Dynasty before the founding of the Dayan Kingdom!
Taizu Dayun was recognized by all the people for his ability to control floods. His achievements were immense and he eventually became emperor.

Moreover, only Dayun always has good weather!

And the heavy rain returns, and the heavy clouds collapse.

It is suspected that some big shot issued the order to kill them.

call!
In the gradually rising cold wind, Lin Yilong bowed deeply.

On the rooftop, many officials from the Great Yan Dynasty bowed down in unison as their hearts moved.

"Mr. Youlao, calm the storm and calm the storm!"

King Qi looked at the scene in front of him. Although he was still a little doubtful, he still shook his sleeves and led many Guan masters to prostrate themselves.

"Rain of spiritual energy..."

Looking at the approaching wind and rain, Su Bai's eyes darkened slightly.

This seemingly ordinary wind, rain, thunder and lightning is rooted in the omnipresent and endless spiritual energy.

Even the five-color divine light can only force it back for a moment.

And if you want to completely end this storm, you can't do it by ordinary means.

Fortunately, he is not missing.

In the past two years, Ruimo has gradually found some clues in response to the information conveyed by many incarnations.

"All right."

Thoughts arose in his heart, Su Bai raised his hand and helped everyone up:

"Since I have promised, I will not break my promise."

As his voice drifted, he had already stepped onto the rooftop.

Finally, he came to the giant bronze cauldron that was three feet high! (End of chapter)