Conferred God: High Priest of Yin and Shang Dynasties

Chapter 121
After everyone found that they couldn't kill the golden candlestick with all their strength, they couldn't help but feel despair.

The little deer was running and crying, and suddenly came to this battlefield from a place of absolute silence, with no sense of security left.

In addition, everyone was hostile to her, and she was even more confused.

The weeds in her hands became as illusory as her.

Of those present, only Taiyi dared to take out the magic weapon. The others were afraid that Kong Xuan would come out again and sweep away everyone's magic weapon.

Duobao's heart was half cold. Among the four swords of Zhuxian given by his master, only the Absolute Immortal Sword and the Fallen Immortal Sword were left. Looking at the golden candlesticks that were alive but unable to be touched, his pupils lost their sparkle.

Yunxiao withdrew the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation, while Bixiao and Qiongxiao, because of their low cultivation, were knocked to the verge of death by the five-color divine light and left this space.

Fortunately, they were all prepared and the magic weapon was not taken away.

Kunpeng, who possesses extremely high speed, cannot show his advantages at all in the shrinking space.

Taiyi, whose realm was no longer what it was before, spent a lot of money to forcibly increase his strength to the peak moment, and seized the opportunity to suppress Kunpeng.

When he wanted to use the Chaos Bell's ability to refine earth, water, fire and wind and destroy Kunpeng's body, Kunpeng reluctantly used the futon in his mind to leave.

He knew very well that once the physical body was severely injured, after Taozu finished his sermon, Taiping would completely kill him in the outside world.

The extremely cautious Zhen Yuanzi had already been on guard against Kong Xuan. The moment he saw the Four Swords of Zhu Xian being brushed away, he put away the book and used his great supernatural power to resist the erosion of the five-color divine light.

Styx was in the river of blood, staring at the golden candle branch with overwhelming murderous intent in his eyes.

Yuantu Abi's two swords were all brushed away. If he hadn't reacted quickly and put away the Twelfth Grade Fire Red Lotus, only the river of blood would have been left.

But Yuantu Abi is the sword that manifests the way of killing. Minghe controls the way of killing and is the ancestor of the way of killing. He can use the way of killing to condense Yuantu Abi again, and then the Yuantu Abi that Kong Xuan brushes away will disappear. .

But this process will take hundreds of years. Now that the great catastrophe has begun, Taoist ancestors preached that there will be great changes in the world. During this period, he will lose the treasure of killing and become very passive.

What's more, he has never suffered such a big loss.

Suddenly, a ray of light swept everyone in the sandstorm.

Then all the people in the battlefield who were not in the Da Luo realm were forcibly cleared out of the world, including Long Yuchuan in the Chaos Bell.

The next moment, the melee broke out again.

Except for Taiyi, no one dares to take out his own magic weapon.

Although the weed is illusory, the aura of Kong Xuan still exists.

If he comes out to steal things again, grandma’s family will really be in trouble.

Taiyi, who hung the Chaos Clock above his head, naturally became the target of siege.

"boom!!!"

Yunxiao manifested an illusion all over his body, and then his body dissipated and turned into colorful clouds.

And Zhao Gongming also turned into a breeze.

Suddenly the wind and clouds continued to rotate, forming a terrifying storm, releasing tens of thousands of rays of light rushing towards Taiyi.

Styx used his magical power, and the blood river around him continued to condense, turning into hundreds of clones with powerful auras, half of which protected him, and the other half of which continuously attacked the Chaos Bell.

But everyone's attacks could not shake Tai Yi at all.

The Chaos Bell, which is as famous as the Tai Chi Diagram, cannot be broken by them using magic.

Even if everyone joined forces and tried to move the space to throw Taiyi out like Guangchengzi was thrown into a sandstorm, they also ended in failure.

Because the Chaos Clock has the power to suppress space.

Taiyi, who forcibly raised his strength to the peak, had strong murderous intent in his eyes.

He needs to get into the top three in a short time, because the power at this moment will not last long and will disappear, and he will also be counterattacked by his cultivation, and he will become worse than the casual cultivator who was thrown into the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation by Yunxiao. Be weak.

"boom--"

Taiyi seemed to have returned to the ancient heaven, and one person controlled the Chaos Clock to fight with everyone.

There are still three thousand miles left in the sandstorm, and no one can continue to hide. Those Da Luo who are lucky to have survived until now cannot find any chance to stay. They must either leave, or be shocked to the point of death by the battle between the quasi-sages before leaving. .

When there were still a thousand miles left, the so-called siege turned into a melee again. Chanjiao had already been eliminated, and Jiejiao's disciples were also fighting among themselves. Everyone was furious and would not let go of anyone who was close.

Only Jinzhuzhi, who was trembling with fear, knelt on the ground with four legs as if he had taken white medicine to avoid the karma beast, holding weeds in his hands and screaming with his head buried in the magical power that destroyed the heaven and earth.

"Kill the deer~~~"

"Help me~~~"

Five hundred miles, three hundred miles, one hundred miles...

Finally, the sandstorm drowned everything...

...

Inside the Zixiao Palace.

Of the three futons at the front, there is only one empty seat.

Shi Xi was shrouded in clouds and mist, as if he was in another space, and no one could see his existence.

Baiyao closed his eyes, his expression struggling.

After a moment, he opened his eyes gently, his pupils were bloodshot, endless fatigue appeared on his face, his energy was extremely depressed, and his expression was as stagnant as a dead person.

The aura of humanity filled the air, and a skeleton appeared on his chest, hidden by the black bird robe.

Later, Kong Xuan's figure appeared on the futon facing Hongjun.

The battle for position has ended, but Hongjun did not let everyone transform. Instead, he looked at Baiyao and said with a smile:

"It seems like the little friend has paid a big price."

Baiyao has fallen into an extremely depressed state at this moment. He doesn't want to say a word and is extremely depressed.

The Qingyun in the sky and the appearance of the Chaos Clock greatly reduced Kong Xuan's chances of winning.

Kong Kongru could only cancel one attack, and it was still used to deal with the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation. If he was besieged by everyone, he would not be able to compete for the first three futons.

Kong Xuan has been alone for countless years. No matter how deep his knowledge is, he cannot compare with the great teachings of saints.

Baiyao used the secret pattern of humanity to forcefully open a door to reality in the realm of humanity and released the golden candlestick.

The golden candle branch is a product of his compassion and humanity. It has the concept of emptiness in itself. Not to mention magic, Taozu's sandstorm cannot touch her.

But she couldn't touch anyone, and she could even hold the grass, all because Baiyao invested all her spiritual consciousness to give Kong Xuan the aura of humanity.

After breaking through to the heavenly realm, Baiyao was able to intuitively comprehend the two realms of heaven and man, improved his understanding of humanity, and found a way to release the golden candle branches.

This move will still consume him. Just like using Kongruye, the secret method of humanity has no energy that can be consumed in reality.

So what is consumed is those illusory things.

For example, his spirit, emotions, will...

The cost of releasing the golden candlestick is far greater than using it empty.

Baiyao didn't answer Daozu. He was constantly emptying his mind.

Once he puts his mind on reality, he will have the desire to commit suicide. He is afraid that as soon as he leaves the Zixiao Palace, he will go straight to Chaos.

He was waiting for Kong Xuan to come out and threw the chessboard into Kong Xuan's mind to record the path of the saint.

Then, he will use the invitation given by Daozu to return to Nuwa Palace where Yuanfeng is located.

Perhaps Daozu considered that his cultivation was not enough to transcend the chaos between the Zixiao Palace and the prehistoric world, so the invitation's portal could be opened twice.

Come once, go back once.

Hongjun looked away, and then his expression became extremely cold, and he returned to his true appearance.

He sat cross-legged on his futon and tapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, thousands of figures below all solidified.

Everyone woke up.

Each futon exudes waves of Tao Yun, and all those who are seriously injured and on the verge of death regain their vitality, as if they have never been injured.

But they also lost the power of heaven contained in Dao Yun.

Sitting on the three futons in the front are, from left to right, Donghuang Taiyi, Kong Xuan, and Ancestor Minghe.

Taiyi possesses the Chaos Clock, which can be said to be like cheating, so he can naturally occupy a position.

He glanced at Daozu and hid his doubts in his heart.

In his opinion, the fact that Daozu had broken his seal and not stopped him from entering the battlefield with the Chaos Bell meant that he had left a place for him.

Kong Xuanze looked at his position and couldn't hide his excitement.

Then, he saw Baiyao in the sky on the left, who looked like he was going to find a place to die later.

Kong Xuan frowned, wondering if Da Zhu had suffered some backlash?
Suddenly, he noticed that many people's eyes were focused on him.

Because his natal magical power is now filled with magic weapons.

At this time, Baiyao flew down from his position, forcibly cheered up, and with a thought, he transferred the humane chessboard into Kong Xuan's mind, with a message on it:
[This object can record the saint’s avenue]

Then, he turned around, with lowered eyebrows, cupped his hands to Daozu and said:
"Thank you, Daozu, for the invitation. There are a lot of things in this world, so Ziyao will leave first."

Hongjun nodded and said:
"Little friend, go slowly."

The purpose of calling Baiyao here was for Shi Xi, and there was nothing else.

Baiyao took out the invitation and opened the golden door. When he was about to leave, a bead made of five colors of divine light appeared in his palm.

He used his spiritual sense to explore in and found that it was all Kong Xuan's harvest.

Immortal Killing Sword, Immortal Killing Sword, Haotian Tower, Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan...

Dazzling array of treasures and dazzling treasures.

Putting away the beads, he left Zixiao Palace without looking back.

And everyone's hostility was focused on Kong Xuan.

But because Taozu was here, no one dared to make mistakes.

Kong Xuan didn't care at all. If he dared to use magic weapons like this, he would be able to escape unscathed.

After Baiyao left, Hongjun said to everyone:

"I have adjusted the flow of time. It takes 3000 years to preach in Zixiao Palace and one day outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's futons lit up.

Hongjun began to talk about the Great Way of Saints.

As for Taiyi, Kong Xuan, and Ming He, who were sitting at the front, the laws of heaven poured out of their futons ten times more than those of the others.

...

On the edge of prehistoric times, Nuwa Palace.

Jinmen disappeared, and a haggard-looking Baiyao walked out holding five-color beads.

Yuan Feng, who was absorbing chaotic energy, turned around and saw his appearance and stopped immediately.

She quickly came to Baiyao and said anxiously:

"what happened?"

Baiyao's eyes were dull, he opened his mouth slightly, and finally just sighed.

He couldn't feel any joy of harvest. He only felt endless sadness surrounding him, and he didn't even have the desire to speak.

Ignoring Yuanfeng, he walked straight to Nuwa's palace, found a pillar and sat on the ground to lean against, wishing he could immediately run into the chaos and die.

After a moment, he slowly looked at the beads in his hand, and with a sudden thought, he took out all the magic weapons.

For a time, the entire space in the hall was occupied by magic weapons, and the colorful light turned the place into the most luxurious Nuwa Palace.

He randomly found a square innate spiritual treasure with no known purpose, wrapped it in the plain flag of the Cloud Realm and used it as a pillow, and then threw all the sharp treasures into the corner.

He lay in the treasure mountain, staring with bloodshot eyes, resisting extreme depression.

But being surrounded by so many magic weapons, he also felt a sense of comfort.

Yuan Feng no longer had the intention to absorb the energy of chaos, walked into the palace, stepped over the Zhuxian Sword, stepped on the Haotian Mirror, and squatted next to Baiyao's head.She relied on the essence and blood of Baiyao to achieve nirvana, and there was a special connection between the two.

So she could vaguely feel how uncomfortable Baiyao was at this moment.

It was as if he was being swallowed by thick darkness, dragging him into the abyss.

Yuan Feng stopped asking what happened and lay beside Baiyao, watching him quietly.

The hot breath hit Baiyao's face with fragrance, but his expression did not waver.

Turning around, he said in a hoarse voice:
"Don't worry about me, just take a rest and go absorb the chaotic energy."

Yuan Feng remained silent, thought for a moment, hugged Baiyao from behind, and buried her face in his neck.

Baiyao sighed softly in his heart and wanted to say something, but he didn't have the strength to say it.

His act of releasing the golden candlesticks was tantamount to forcibly using the power of humanity to interfere with reality.

If he hadn't been able to harvest so many treasures, he wouldn't have done it at all.

The plain flag exuded a faint light, and its peaceful aura helped him resist his extremely low mood.

His current state can no longer be called depression.

Lying in the Xiantian Lingbao, still being held by Yuan Feng, he felt like he was on a cold beach. The biting and cold sea water was rising, and it reached his waist in a short time.

He wanted to run away, to leave, but he couldn't use any strength. He could only watch as he was about to be drowned in the sea.

This state will probably last for several days.

Baiyao thought to himself that in the future it would be better not to use this trick unless it was absolutely necessary.

That day when he was going through the tribulation, he was struck by the tribulation thunder and was so scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. He had never been in such pain.

Even the psychological pressure of facing a saint who wants to kill him after time travel is not one ten thousandth of what he felt now.

In this way, half an hour passed.

Suddenly, Yuan Feng let go of him.

Baiyao was as motionless as a corpse, without even blinking. He just wanted to be alone.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Feng didn't leave at all.

She grabbed Baiyao's collar and turned him over.

Then she straddled him and kissed him.

The passionate kiss without any warning made Baiyao's eyes finally fluctuate a little.

Yuan Feng kissed her deeper and deeper, overwhelmingly prying open Baiyao's lips and teeth, as if searching for breath, trying to use her own heat to ignite Baiyao's coldness at the moment.

The Baiyao couldn't help, his pupils were trembling slightly, and his slow mind couldn't understand the current situation at all.

The powerful and deep kiss that swept through everything gradually dragged him from the cold water to the shore.

After a long time, Yuan Feng stopped asking with his lips.

Their lips were glistening, Baiyao's expression was dull, and there was only one sentence left in his mind:

Brother Kong, I'm sorry.

Yuan Feng held Baiyao's face, sadness flashed through her eyes, and she said softly:

"Mr. Lang, I gradually remembered my former self."

"That kind of me is cold, violent, and ruthless."

"I can't promise that I won't go back to that."

"So I want to take advantage of now to let you remember the gentle me."

Yuanfeng's ability to hold the position of divine attendant means that she is absolutely loyal to Baiyao.

Baiyao is worried that after she regains her memory, she will lose her absolute loyalty.

What will happen when a tyrannical ancient overlord feels ashamed and kills people to silence them?
Baiyao even suspected that Kong Xuan's action of brushing off the Dinghai Pearl was inherited from Yuan Feng.

After thinking about it, Baiyao forced a smile and said to Yuanfeng:
"Can you please not tell Kong Xuan about this?"

Yuanfeng nodded and said seriously:

"No one will tell."

The two looked at each other like this for a long time, Yuanfeng's eyes were filled with tender fire, and Baiyao once again returned to his half-dead look.

He said softly:

"Absorb the chaotic energy quickly. Kong Xuan and I have offended many people. You have to make yourself stronger quickly."

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Feng gently placed him on the plain pillow, turned around and walked out of the palace.

Baiyao lay down for a while and decided to find something to distract himself.

For example, refining magic weapons.

He propped himself up with his hands, looked around, and decided to refine the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife first.

I simply find the phrase "please turn around, baby" very interesting.

While looking for the baby, he remembered something.

From the beginning to the end, the Supreme Master's only disciple, Master Xuandu, was not seen in the battlefield space.

Maybe he came to Zixiao Palace, but he was not there in the final battlefield.

Zhao Gongming once said about the strength of this Xuanmen senior brother.

It's so strong that it's impossible to see what state Xuandu has reached, and he doesn't know what Xuandu is up to.

Baiyao thought to himself, what if Xuandu came to compete for the position of the futon with Taishang's Tai Chi diagram.

Then the final places should be Taiyi, Kong Xuan, and Xuandu.

Possessing an innate treasure is no different from cheating.

With strong strength and many treasures, who can make Xuandu leave the battlefield space early?

Baiyao didn't think much about it.

After refining the Immortal Killing Flying Knife, he used his spiritual power to pull the Immortal Killing Sword and Immortal Killing Sword in the corner to him, threw the gourd aside, and prepared to refine these two immortal swords with infinite killing power.

But just as he was about to put the mark of the soul on it, a young Taoist figure suddenly appeared on the sharp blade of the Zhuxian Sword.

Just like a mirror, the Taoist stood in the mirror and chuckled:
"Good trick."

Baiyao pondered for a moment and asked:
"But Saint Tongtian of Biyou Palace?"

Tongtian nodded and said:
"Exactly."

There were cranes flying beside him, and the magnificent scenery of Penglai Wonderland appeared in Baiyao's eyes.

Tongtian didn't seem to care that the Immortal Killing Sword and the Immortal Killing Sword fell into the hands of others, he just reminded:

"There is an obsession left by Luo Hu in the sword. Although it is not as strong as the Zhuxian Formation, with your cultivation level, it may be affected a lot."

Hearing this, Baiyao temporarily stopped imprinting the Yuan Shen mark.

His mind was slow, and he only now remembered how Duobao used the Four Swords of Zhu Xian. His eyes were red, and he didn't know whether he was using the sword or the sword was using him.

After pondering for a moment, Baiyao said to Tongtian:

"Thank you saint for reminding me."

Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back and walked among the exotic flowers and plants. The picture on the Zhuxian Sword kept moving with him.

As he walked, he said:
"I wanted to test Duobao to see if he would give the Four Swords of Zhu Xian to others, but I didn't expect that he would still keep it to himself."

Baiyao said calmly:
"Everyone is selfish before the opportunity for sanctification."

"Don't Guangchengzi also monopolize the Qingyun of the heavens?"

Tongtian was a little surprised and asked with a smile:

"You actually know the name of that cloud?"

Baiyao nodded and said:
"The great god Pangu's awe-inspiring righteousness is a rare treasure of heaven, which even the Zhuxian Sword Formation may not be able to break through."

"I haven't tried this before," Tongtian said as if he was casually chatting with Baiyao, "If the sword formation is aimed at only one person, it should be able to break it."

He paused, then said:
"Kong Xuan can refine these two swords. You can let him try it, but if it affects your mind, don't refine it."

Baiyao looked calm and said softly:
"Duobao is the righteous god of humanity who protects the people of Dashang. Disciples of Jiejiao can redeem their magic treasures with other things."

Unexpectedly, Tongtian shook his head, rejected the proposal, and said:
"Others are free to do so. I hope Da Zhu will do me a favor and not return the Immortal Killing Sword and Immortal Killing Sword to Duobao."

When he heard that Tongtian addressed himself with "Da Zhu" and did not ask him to return the two fairy swords, Baiyao nodded and said:

"Yes, but I need a reason. After all, Duobao is the senior brother of Jie Jiao. Even if there is a dispute over the opportunity to become a saint, I don't want to shake the cooperation between Dashang and Jie Jiao."

Tongtian held a Huangting Sutra in his hand, roaming around the empty Penglai Island, and said softly:
"I am the one cooperating with Dashang, not Duobao."

Tongtian's expression was unprecedentedly peaceful, and the sharpness in his eyebrows that had always been there had disappeared a lot.

Although the Supreme Being is in an immortal volcano, he can preach to him and Yuan Shi at any time.

When the Lingtai is clear, he has successfully become a bystander of the great catastrophe instead of a person involved in the catastrophe, and has untied the destiny tied to him.

But below the saint level, there is no way to get rid of destiny.

Tongtian knew clearly that even if he sealed all his disciples or took them with him at all times, he would not be able to stop their fate in the great catastrophe.

Even because of his intervention, the disciples' ending will be even more tragic, and their chances of survival will be infinitely slim.

Tongtian said to Baiyao:
"The imperial list can keep their true spirits immortal. Even if they are all dead, when the catastrophe is over, I can just spend some time to reshape the physical bodies one by one."

"I will not be in trouble. The only help I can give them, apart from cooperation with Da Zhu, is to give them some magic weapons."

He stopped outside Jin Ling's cave and continued:

"The great calamity arises from the accumulation of karma, and karma comes from killing."

"There are a lot of debts in Duobao's industry. If you hold the Four Swords of Killing Immortals, you will be completely lost in the catastrophe before long and become a demon who only knows how to kill."

"Asking Da Zhu to keep the Killing Immortal Sword and the Immortal Killing Sword is to prevent him from being controlled by the tribulation energy. That's what Da Zhu told him."

Baiyao threw a pill into his mouth that could replenish his mental strength. Although it was of little use to him now, it could stimulate his thinking.

He hid the dejection on his face and said calmly:

"The leader is a little biased. The other disciples of Jiejiao will not think that the Four Swords of Zhuxian is a test for Duobao. They will only think that Duobao is the only one who has obtained such a magic weapon."

Tongtian walked towards Biyou Palace and replied:

"As you said, no one can believe before the opportunity to become a saint. This matter can make them all wary of each other, and even the whole family will not be gullible."

"I know very well that if you can become a saint by killing all your fellow disciples, I am afraid that only San Xiao and Zhao Gongming will not do it. The relationship between their brothers and sisters is very good."

He glanced at Baiyao one last time and said softly:
"If you want to fight for the crossing and seize the glimmer of hope in the catastrophe, you must either never betray like Sanxiao and Gongming, or you can be selfish. I just hope they can survive a little longer."

After that, the screen disappeared.

Baiyao thought for a long time, put the Immortal Killing Sword and Immortal Killing Sword beside him, picked up the Haotian Mirror and started refining it.

until a day later.

Daozu’s decree resounded throughout the three realms:

[The opportunity to become a saint is already in the midst of calamity]

Subsequently, endless will of death emerged in the prehistoric world, and the monstrous aura of calamity boiled among all things.

An illusory Hongmeng purple energy flashed between heaven and earth.

Baiyao, who was refining the magic weapon, raised his head and said softly:

"What about raising Gu?"

(End of this chapter)