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

Outside Shouyang Mountain, there are so many pedestrians, like dense rain.

I don’t know how many people stopped to look at it from afar, but there were only a few who really dared to get close.

This is naturally not only because of the power of Taoist Hongxuan, but also because it is quite difficult to climb Shouyang Mountain.

Taking the first step on the mountain road, Wang Moyun's heart was shocked.

He only felt an invisible yet majestic force coming down from the void around him.

For decades, he practiced the Ancient Dragon and Elephant Sutra, and the giant spirits controlled the world, but his realm may not be as good as those who are strong in the ninth level of manifesting the holy realm.

However, his physique is definitely not inferior.

But at this time, with his strong body, he actually felt overwhelmed.

He couldn't help but activate the Ancient Dragon Elephant Scripture.

"Could it be a formation?"

The next moment, Wang Moyun concentrated and was shocked in his heart.

He wouldn't find it strange that there was a formation in Shouyang Mountain.

However, what surprised him was that this formation was only in Shouyang Mountain.

Before taking this step, he didn't notice it at all.

In fact, even at this time, if it weren't for the overwhelming force, he wouldn't be able to detect any trace of the formation.

"The formation has been activated... Could there be any enemies in the mountains?"

As his mind turned, Wang Moyun couldn't help but speed up his pace, and forced himself to the top of the mountain despite the huge pressure.

He couldn't help but feel surprised and shocked.

Eighteen years ago, that shocking battle was enough to shock all the monks in the world.

But his own teacher only used his magical powers to fight against the enemy.

At this time, in the silent Shouyang Mountain, is there any powerful enemy that the teacher can suppress with a formation?
"That man actually stepped into Shouyang Mountain!?"

At this time, at the foot of the mountain, everyone who originally wanted to watch the joke couldn't help but look stunned.

They stayed here for a long time, of course it was not because they didn't want to go up to the mountain to visit.

However, in the past few years, almost all those who wanted to climb the mountain were quickly repelled by a huge force.

Once upon a time, there was a great monk who had been famous for many years. He tried to climb the mountain by force, but his protective magical power was crushed and he almost died in Shouyang Mountain.

At this time, when they saw Sword King Moyun climbing up the mountain, many people were surprised and began to try to get closer.

But in the end, they were all oppressed, vomiting blood and wailing.

For a moment, everyone was in an uproar.

hum!
At this time, Wang Moyun's mind was heavy, and there were many magical lights flashing out from behind him, and he was walking with difficulty.

Shouyang Mountain is only over a thousand feet high. Even for mortals, it is not considered a high mountain.

Anyone with a little bit of cultivation can cross it in one step.

But in Wang Moyun's eyes at this time, this section of the mountain road seemed to be endless.

At the beginning, he can still appear to be at ease.

But when he reached the halfway point of the mountain, beads of sweat were already rolling down his forehead.

After taking a few steps forward, his face turned red as if blood was splattered.

Wait until the top of the mountain is clearly visible.

His magical powers had been pushed to the limit, and the membranes all over his body were covered with fine blood beads, and he had to stop.

"This... what kind of formation is this!?"

Wang Moyun was horrified, his expression was shaken, and he felt incredible.

Eighteen years have passed, and he has not only crossed the threshold of the Holy Realm, but is expected to live forever.

After that, he even changed his divine status and was already on the road to being promoted to the fourth-level god, the God of Renjian.

This god is proficient in the changes of yin and yang, and is also proficient in the wonders of mountains and rivers.

Any formation that relies on earth veins and heavenly stars cannot escape his eyes.

When he first stepped into the formation, he couldn't see clearly.

But at this time, he had already reached the top of the mountain, and he still couldn't feel any trace of the formation.

This is too weird!

call!
With his mind shaken, Wang Moyun no longer held back, igniting the throne of the God of Renjian in the depths of his soul!

hum! !

The next moment, a golden light shone in Wang Moyun's eyes, and his magical power, which had reached its peak, suddenly underwent a transformation. It can be said that we have taken a step further.

He firmly supported Wang Moyun's body and took the last step of the mountain climbing.

It's just one step across, but it's like two worlds.

The majestic and extremely oppressive feeling disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And the light of supernatural power that lost its oppression instantly rose into the sky, splitting the boundless sea of ​​clouds, and was as dazzling as a pillar in the sky.

Countless people at the foot of the mountain saw this scene, and they exclaimed one after another and talked about it.

But Wang Moyun on the top of the mountain fell into a state of confusion.

When he set foot on the top of the mountain, what appeared in front of him was not the Taoist temple he saw when he stopped at the bottom of the mountain and looked into the distance.

Here is a vast, infinite, extremely deep, empty and extremely vast starry sky.

"That...that's..."

At a certain moment, Wang Moyun's heart trembled, and he looked into the sea of ​​stars with a dull expression.

And there was even blood flowing down his eyes.

There was no end to the starry sky, but at this moment, he saw the far distance of the sea of ​​stars.

There, there is a great god sitting cross-legged among the divine light.

This is not an honorific, but huge in the true sense!

At just one glance, Wang Moyun felt that this god seemed to be able to traverse the heaven and earth and dominate the astrological sea.

A strand of his hair seems to be able to split the galaxy.

Its body is so big that it is impossible to see the end of it at a glance.

The sea of ​​stars was endless, but the place where he sat cross-legged and the sea of ​​stars behind him had all its brilliance taken away and became an insignificant background.

Even with his limited vision, he couldn't get a full picture.

In fact, he could only look at a corner of this god, and his eyes were already bleeding.

Even the mind seemed to be hurt.

Compared with this giant god, the young man in white robe sitting cross-legged on the platform far away from him seems infinitely smaller.

The size of the two bodies is almost incomparable.

However, this young man in white robe seems to be more irresistible and more eye-catching than this giant god.

A young man in white robe sits cross-legged in the middle of the sea of ​​stars.

Its body is like an invisible dividing line, dividing this star sea into two distinct sides.

And the place where he sits cross-legged is the center of this sea of ​​stars, nothingness, and even all things.

"teacher."

Seeing Su Bai again, Wang Moyun could not suppress the excitement in his heart.

But the void in front of him was endless. No matter how he used his magical powers or moved horizontally, he couldn't get any closer.

"Brother, you don't have to waste your efforts!"

"With your current level of cultivation, even if we travel across a thousand years, we still won't be able to get even the slightest bit closer. We'd better save our energy."

The next moment, a faint sound sounded.

Dressed in white, a young man as handsome as a celestial being stepped into the void.

Wang Moyun looked behind him and recognized this person as the teacher's disciple, Yang Feng.

Compared to the meeting in the imperial capital, this junior brother has become more and more unfathomable at this time.

Vaguely, he felt like he was going to meet the emperor.

"Junior brother?"

Wang Moyun's mind moved, and he was about to say something, when his expression suddenly changed.

“After all, there are all kinds of creations that cannot be seen at a glance!”

"It's a pity that even the astonishing existence condensed by all kinds of luck is still one step short of becoming a pawn of fellow Taoists..."

The rumbling sound was like the sound of heaven flowing down, resounding in the empty starry sky.

The giant god spoke, and wherever its sound waves went, there seemed to be boundless Taoist aggregates rolling and flowing in them:

"It's really sad, ridiculous, and pitiful..."

(End of this chapter)