People are in the sky, practicing the divine elephant prison power

Chapter 45 From now on, I will be the master of Yaochi
The silver-haired old lady howled to the sky, and at this moment unspeakable power erupted.

Her silver hair fell off in an instant and turned to ashes. Her lifeless eyes became even darker and filled with death.

Her body aged beyond recognition, black patches began to appear on her skin, and her life force rapidly disappeared.

But her divine power was even stronger, like a rising sun. The vast divine power rushed up into the sky and gathered into a giant claw of nine yin bones, covering half of the palace with unparalleled oppression.

Many people in the palace hurriedly moved away and flew into the formation not far away.

This aura was too strong, almost reaching the level of the King of the Third Heaven of the Immortal Stage, and it was extremely tragic, with a momentum of fearless death, and ordinary people could not stop it at all.

Even the Queen Mother of the West was unable to stop it and was suppressed and retreated far away.

Whoops!

The surrounding air flow hissed, was torn apart, and shattered, unable to withstand this force.

snort!
Many elders of the first level of the Immortal Realm groaned and retreated, unable to withstand this tragic momentum.

"A life-threatening blow? That's all!"

Yao Chi Saint Yang Yi looked indifferent and was not moved at all.

She was like a reef standing in the sea, unmoved by the wind, rain, and howling gales.

Like a quiet lotus, unique and independent!
"That's enough. I have no intention of getting along with you. Why do you have to keep pestering me like this?"

Source Heaven Master Zhang Lin shouted loudly and waved his hand casually. Lines of Source Heaven patterns quickly spread all over the palace, protecting everyone tightly.

The strange golden lines exude a power that encompasses the heaven and earth. This place is a space of its own, and no one present can break it except Zhang Lin, the source of the heavenly master.

The Yuantian Divine Array, which had disappeared for ten thousand years, reappeared in the world.

"I hate it! I hate it!"

The silver-haired old lady became more and more sad when she saw the scene.

She howled to the sky, but no one paid any attention.

Suddenly she smiled, like a candle burning out, suddenly burning out the last bit of life.

An invisible flame slowly rose up, starting from the head and burning all the way down along the neck.

"Zhang Lin, I hate you. In order to live to see you, I would rather eat the netherworld grass and become this half-human, half-ghost appearance. I never thought you would be so ruthless when we meet again. I curse you to be unlucky for the rest of your life."

Miejue disappeared with a miserable smile, carrying with him endless hatred towards Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin.

"Since ancient times, love has been left with empty regrets, and this regret will last forever." Perhaps this is what it means in this situation.

The former eldest sister of Yao Chi, with a lifetime of regrets, turned into ashes in the fire of Tao.

"No wonder you are still alive today. It turns out that you have survived for thousands of years relying on a plant of Nether Grass."

Master Yuan Tianshi has traveled to various forbidden areas, so he knows the existence of Nether Grass.

This is definitely a taboo item. After taking it, the monks can extend their lifespan for thousands of years, but their bodies will also be corroded by the air of the underworld, turning them into something neither human nor ghost, and living in pain all their lives.

"Thank you for your rescue, Master. May I ask what your current level of cultivation is?"

It was not until she saw Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin imprison a cultivator who was half a step away from the Dao of Zhan with a wave of his hand that the Holy Mother of Yao Chi realized how terrifying the red-haired monster in front of her was. He was at least a king comparable to the Dao of Zhan level, or possibly even a great king.

But obviously, things often go beyond people's expectations.

Master Yuan Tianshi's light voice sounded: "With average cultivation, you can kill a saint!"

"What? You can kill a saint! That means..."

The mood of the Yao Chi Holy Mother, which had just calmed down, was once again in turmoil.

Today's matter might not be easy to resolve, even if she asked the previous generation Yao Chi Holy Mother who had been in seclusion, an ancient king who had already killed the Dao.

Because saints have transcended the mundane world and are at a higher level of life, they can easily wipe out ordinary slayer kings.

No matter how many ordinary monks there are, they cannot pose a substantial threat to the saint.

In this post-ancient era, saints are absolutely invincible. Even if a powerful person activates the imperial soldiers, he cannot do anything to the saint-level cultivators.

This is no longer a simple difference in cultivation level, but a huge gap in life level.

Saints are extraordinary and can create their own world. They can cross the universe in a single thought and can even blow up ordinary stars with all their strength. They can be called planetary overlords.

Except for the saint, no other monk can be the saint's opponent.

Even if the holy land has a sealed heritage, after the war, the heritage will disappear soon, and the holy land will probably be extremely weak for a long time.

Even after the holy land loses its foundation, it is very likely to be completely divided up by other forces.

This is not impossible. In the past, there have been cases where the power of the holy land was divided.

The once prosperous Tianxuan Holy Land had imperial soldiers to suppress its destiny, and there were living great saints within the gate. It was one of the most powerful forces in the world.

However, when the imperial soldiers that suppressed the sect were lost and the saints who were the foundation of the sect died in battle, this powerful sect with a long history ultimately could not escape the fate of destruction.

Everything was divided up, except for a dilapidated market town in the holy city.

This is the price of losing one's heritage, and no holy land family is willing to pay it easily.

In the early days when the road to becoming an immortal was opened in later generations, even when the ancient races revived and the imperial soldiers were targeting the sacred land of Yao Chi, the saint of Yao Chi did not choose to be born.

Even the saints sealed up by the major forces of the human race did not choose to come out into the world. It was only when the final path to immortality was opened that the saints of the major holy places began the last journey of their lives.

There are naturally sealed saints and antiques in Yao Chi, but they can only fight for one battle, and their lifespans will be exhausted soon. This is undoubtedly a huge price to pay.

Even if they took the magical medicine of peaches, it would be useless because they had all taken the magical medicine to prolong their lifespans before and had already developed resistance in their bodies.

It is obviously unrealistic to waste the foundation of a saint-level person because of a fight for the position of the Holy Lord.

The other party is the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi ten thousand years ago, and is also a young and handsome king. Regardless of strength or status, she can reasonably inherit the position of the Holy Lord of Yao Chi.

The most important thing is that most of the saints who have been preserved have basically chosen to live in disgrace and would never care about such trivial matters as power struggles.

She - the contemporary Holy Mother of Yao Chi - may face the fate of being forced to abdicate.

"Yes, you can kill a saint."

Master Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin's voice was hoarse, but he was firm and resolute, with an invisible murderous intent in the air, which was the murderous spirit that could only be developed after truly killing a saint.

His gaze was looking into the distance at Purple Mountain, extremely deep, as if he was recalling what had happened in Purple Mountain.

It was a night of heavy rain, thunder and lightning. Yao Chi Saint Yang Yi broke into the Purple Mountain to look for Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin.
Just by being hit by this murderous intent, the Holy Mother of Yao Chi began to tremble all over, and her skin felt like it was pierced by needles.

Her mind seemed to have entered a bloody world of doomsday, with broken limbs and debris everywhere, and a strong smell of blood. Her entire mind was almost on the verge of collapse. The brutal and violent killing intent invaded the mind of the Holy Mother of Yao Chi, as if to take her into the cruelest hell.

Boom!
A crisp knocking sound resounded through the void, like a stream of sweet spring water, flowing into the heart of the Holy Mother of Yao Chi.

"very scary!"

The horrified voice of the Yao Chi Holy Mother rang out, and she realized that she had fallen into the spiritual environment of a saint. If someone had not awakened her with the sound of the Great Dao, she would probably have been hit by the murderous intent and turned into a walking corpse.

And this was just a murderous intent that the saint unintentionally exuded. If the saint really took action, what kind of scene would that be?

"Thank you for the rescue, uncle."

The Holy Mother of Yao Chi bowed slightly to show her respect to the visitor.

"Greetings to the Holy Ancestor Xuanling." Many supreme elders present also recognized the former Holy Mother of Yao Chi and bowed to her.

"A great king, but his time is running out. What, do you want to take action?"

Master Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin turned around and looked at the old woman with silver hair. His words were very plain, but they seemed extremely domineering.

His eyes were scarlet, like two blood moons, flashing with an eerie light.

Although he was in the heart of Yaochi, he did not take this veteran king seriously at all.

The former Queen Mother Xuan Ling shook her head slightly: "Tianshi is worrying too much. I am blindly guessing that Tianshi's return to Yaochi should be for the injury of the Saint Girl and the position of Yaochi Holy Mother!"

"I see that the Saint has been severely injured and is in urgent need of a magical medicine to replenish her life essence. I can take out a magical peach medicine, or let her inherit the position of the Holy Mother of Yao Chi. I can even let the Heavenly Master join Yao Chi and live with the Saint. But I need a suitable reason, otherwise I will not be able to explain to His Majesty the West Emperor Tower."

"Uncle Master, no! No!" Yao Chi Life exclaimed hurriedly, appearing extremely anxious.

She never expected that the former Yao Chi Holy Mother would put forward such a ridiculous condition.

What should she do?
Is she, the great Mother of Yao Chi, going to be forced to abdicate?

Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin remained silent, but his eyes suddenly turned to Liu Yun who was standing calmly, and suddenly said: "Take it out!"

"Could it be this?" Liu Yun had an idea and suddenly remembered the corpse he had collected beside the Saint Maiden of Zishan Yaochi.

He waved his hand and threw out a body that was already cold.

This was a powerful corpse, covered with scales and shining silver, lying on the ground motionless.

It can be more than two meters long, with bulging skin, a single horn between its eyebrows, six arms under its shoulders, and wings on its back, full of power.

However, its appearance is similar to that of a human. If it did not have other limbs, this creature could be considered a normal human.

"Ancient creatures!" The former Queen Mother Xuan Ling exclaimed and hurriedly took several steps back, frightened by this creature.

She recognized it. This was an ancient race recorded in ancient books. They were extremely cruel and had massacred a dynasty of millions of people. They lived hundreds of thousands of years ago and had long been buried in history. Who would have thought that she would see this ancient creature again today?
What does it mean?
Is this creature going to appear again?
Is another disaster about to happen?

In ancient times, humans were not the supreme race like they are today.

In the eyes of many ancient races, humans are blood food, lambs to be slaughtered, and can be devoured at will.

It is recorded in the oldest classics: In the history of human race, there appeared two human emperors, the Sun and the Moon. They risked their lives to open up the way forward for human race and lay the foundation for all eternity.

After they passed away, they left behind the fundamental skills of the human race: the Sun Emperor Sutra and the Moon Emperor Sutra.

Many great emperors in later generations have drawn on these two scriptures when creating their own laws. They are the two most original scriptures of the human race.

In today's cultivation world, there is still a saying circulating: "Which is stronger, the moon or the sun? When yin and yang are in harmony, the world will be conquered."

Apparently, the former Holy Mother Xuan Ling remembered these ancient rumors and truly realized the seriousness of the situation.

If these ancient creatures really came into the world, it would be a huge disaster.

The entire human race will face endless killing and bloodshed, and even the holy land families will not be able to protect themselves from such turmoil.

call!
The old woman Xuanling took a deep breath, suppressed her shock, and then asked: "Does the Dharma King mean that the ancient creatures have been born?"

Although she had some guesses in her mind, she was still unwilling to accept this fact and urgently needed Master Yuan Tian's denial.

Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin glanced sideways, through the fairy palace of Yao Chi, and looked at a strange stone deep in Yao Chi. Then he said, "Yes, I am not afraid to tell you in advance that the ancient creatures are about to be born, probably in the next few years to decades."

"And it's not just this kind of ancient creature. All the ancient races will be born. There are tens of thousands of powerful ancient races."

The shocking words of Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin instantly destroyed everyone's confidence.

"What? Has it come to this?"

"What the Dharma King said is true. If all the ancient races come out, what will happen to our Yaochi Holy Land?"

"I wonder if the Dharma King knows the strength of these ancient creatures?"

"The King of Fa has said so much, I'm sure you already have a plan in mind!"

"The Dharma King is the saint who protects Yao Chi. Can you lend a helping hand to Yao Chi?"

At this moment, the powerful beings from the Yao Chi Immortal Terrace no longer cared about their image and started asking questions one after another.

Although the Yao Chi Holy Land is known as the ultimate holy land, there are only some cultivators from the second level of the Immortal Realm on the surface, and there is no way they can be a match for the ancient myriad races that are about to be born.

They chose to target this powerful guardian saint.

"So this is what Master Yuan Tian meant." Liu Yun witnessed this drama with his own eyes and realized that Zhang Lin was indirectly creating the crisis.

Isn't this a typical case of giving someone a big stick and then giving them a sweet date?

First, use force to scare people, then create a sense of crisis, and finally give them some benefits. This way, you can easily conquer these pampered and beautiful women without being resisted by everyone.

Of course, this is based on the premise that people within Yao Chi are fighting for power. If it were an invasion by external forces, it would most likely be a fight to the death, and the ultimate imperial army would have to be used.

What Yao Chi needs most nowadays is a capable leader. There is no doubt that Yang Yi, who is at the level of a king of swordsmen, is the best candidate.

"It's useless. I'm just a saint. How can I possibly deal with the ancient myriad races? All hope rests in his hands."

Everyone followed the gaze of Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin and discovered that it was Liu Yun who was standing in the void.

He looked indifferent, as if he had no idea that a group of Xiantai powerful people were discussing him.

This is of course impossible. It only shows that he is extremely confident, which is why he doesn't care about the eyes of others.

As a person who inherited the will of the gods, how could a mere group of creatures at the Immortal Stage shake his confidence in becoming gods?

How can a sparrow understand the ambition of a swan? He is destined to transcend the world of Shrouding the Sky, surpass the Immortal King, and even the Immortal Emperor.

(End of this chapter)