The Immortal Xiaoqiang of the Great Desolation

Chapter 182

The sun rises and the sun sets, the tide rises and falls, and the white horse passes through the gap. Dozens of years have passed in the wind and dust, without leaving any marks of time passing on the gods, but casting a shadow that covers the sky in the hearts of everyone.

With a click, the two lich clans who were trapped in the Taoist prohibition felt a flash of lightning in the depths of the true spirit, and the coercion lingering in their hearts finally dissipated, like dust being removed, their hearts were brightened, and their pores dilated. Comfort Tai.

Dijun and Taiyi got together, laughed loudly, and finally roared wildly. Their incomparable hatred dyed the Yaohuang Palace, where the sun shines forever, like a world of ice and snow, and the chill pierced through the bones.

In the Twelve Ancestral Witch Hall, the vitality of the witch clan, which had already been restrained, began to surge, soaring into the sky, straight up, like billowing wolf smoke, passing through the Ancestral Witch Hall, smashing the dark clouds that had shrouded the Ancestral Witch Hall all year round, stirring up the spiritual energy, Under the sudden aura of aura, there were bursts of sonic explosions.Jie Jie, roaring, chirping, howling, piercing, children crying, all kinds of horrors make people flustered.

The aura of the two clans of lich and demon opened up involuntarily, and the aura of Taoism was like beacon smoke, rushing out from all over the prehistoric area, echoing the aura revealed by the Ancestral Witch Palace and the heavenly court at this time. Different, or anxious, afraid of being implicated; or excited inexplicably, saying that you won't get a piece of the action;

The sages all broke through and came out, their eyes wide open, and when they looked at the candle, they knew that the millennium ban period had come to an end, and the Lich War was imminent.

Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Taoist Zhunti was overwhelmed with excitement, scratching his ears and cheeks, laughing loudly, and said to him: "Infinite Life Buddha, the Lich War is about to be staged, and the prehistoric people will be devastated. .” After speaking, his face was still flushed, as if he was drunk.

Even the usually yellow-faced Yingying's eyes were full of light at this time, and he said: "After the Lich's calamity, it will be the time when humanity will prosper and the immortal way will dominate. It's just that it depends on who can pass on the great teaching." It’s just that Sanqing is powerful, and it’s difficult for me to wait for the subtlety of Buddhism to enter the Eastern Land.” Although the future seems to be full of thorns and difficulties, the two of them have made it to where they are today. Dao, still unable to extinguish the fire of great ambition that ignited in my heart.

I finally stopped shaking the cattail fan lightly, and a wisp of faint purple fire was burning quietly in the purple-gold gossip furnace. I don't know if the elixir has been refined, or I have other plans.I saw holding a Tai Chi diagram in my hand, sitting upright, with the light shining, waiting for the mountain rain to come to the building.

In Yuxu Palace, a total of 15 people including Twelve Golden Immortals, Yunzhongzi, Randeng, and Antarctic Immortal are sitting in front of the hall. Yuanshi Tianzun holds the Three Treasures Ruyi and sits on a bed with golden cloud and silver jade cloud patterns. Evolution, life and death disillusionment, after a long time, a smile blooms at the corner of the mouth, the room is bright, and everything is in spring.

Although everyone in the audience felt the strong atmosphere of the Lich War coming, they were still puzzled by Yuanshi Tianzun's actions. Only Ran Deng, who had stepped into the quasi-sage realm, knew it well. He was still in the spring breeze, With a smile on his face, holding a treasure cup in one hand.

In Biyou Palace, parrots are chirping, cranes are singing, vast expanse of blue waves, rippling countless green lotuses, the Master of Tongtian Sect is stroking a sword, bright as a pool of autumn water, engraved with ancient divine words, called "Qingping", buzzing, restless disturbed.I don't know if I feel the weight of the atmosphere of the war, or I am eager to try and want to show my style.

Wa Palace was originally full of neighing birds and beasts, leisurely walks, and lush scenery, but now the empress is in a troubled mood, overwhelmed with gloom, spirits and beasts are all moved, and all of them have sad faces.The empress candle can't see through the thick fog that rises in the long river of fate at some point, and can't see the future and fate that everyone is waiting for.

When the Lich's calamity is over, the secrets are in chaos, and it is difficult for the saints to calculate accurately.

The two sides were gearing up, gathered their troops, and waited for the next day. There was a sudden panic in the prehistoric world, and the atmosphere became tense. Countless birds and beasts fled away from the place where the murderous aura was rising.Even the Zerg that Xiao Qiang sent out to inquire about news either stayed far away, or dived deep underground.

On the second day after the ban was lifted, the sky turned around, the dawn appeared, and then the red sun rose, illuminating the vast universe and countless worlds. A new day is coming, but this ray of hope has become a harbinger of death.

Amid the deafening roars, countless witch clans poured out, forming a torrent under the leadership of Zuwu, heading straight to Buzhou Mountain.Sweeping along the way, slaughtered all the monsters who became spirits along the way, and countless newly born monster races were brutally murdered.

The treasure mirror of the monster clan's Tianguan has already noticed the movement of the witch clan, and Dijun immediately waved the demon banner, and with a shake, countless monster auras rose from Buzhou Mountain, and hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals were arranged in the clouds, neatly arranged, beating the heavenly court drums, Gather the Heavenly Court Zhou Tianxing generals, and gather all the monsters in the world.

All of a sudden, in the Nantian Gate, banners rolled and embroidered ribbons fluttered, and the evil spirit hidden in the chests of the soldiers of the three armies rushed straight to the sky.Below are some scattered demon cultivators, taking advantage of their momentum, took out their treasures, and in the midst of the demonic aura, countless dark green or pink demon clouds rose up, waiting for the witches who came from afar.

The demon emperor Jun personally boarded the general platform, Donghuang Taiyi and the demon master Kunpeng accompanied him, only to hear a loud thunder, and tens of millions of demon soldiers and generals from the three armies shouted Long live the demon emperor, the sound shook the sky, This time, Xihe, the queen of the demon clan, and the nine golden crow princes were shot and killed by the witch clan, but it aroused the hatred of the demon clan.

Dijun was dressed in armor and a dragon robe, with a majestic expression on his face. He held up the witch-slaying sword, pointed at the sky, and shouted: "Slaughter the witch clan, and rule the wilderness." The three armies shook, and cheered endlessly following Dijun's order .This witch-slaying sword was practiced by the monster race with the flesh and blood of the human race. It is designed to break the flesh of the witch race. The witch race is invulnerable, and this sword can just break the flesh of the witch race!
The smoke and dust billowed, and countless descendants of the native tribe came here stepping on the earth dragon; the Rushou tribe danced wildly with golden snakes; the Jumang tribe was covered with vines, stretching and supporting them; the Dijiang tribe was looming, traveling through space; The shamans of the tribe are wolves with their feet on the waves, and the flowers are floating in the sea; the tribe of Zhurong gathers flames to form wings and dances lightly.

The witches and men of the Qiangliang tribe came with thunder dragons, roaring and roaring; In the bead curtain-like rain, countless rain lines formed a silk bridge, dragging the witch.

All the Shebishi tribe call the wind and call for the rain, showing that the weather is unpredictable. They either ride the wind or blow the snow with them;

The Zhujiuyin tribe has their eyes wide open. Under the light, a small tree becomes a towering tree in an instant, and countless grasses become lush vines, supporting them all the way under their feet. The law of time is infinitely mysterious.

The terrifying aura rose from the body of the Twelve Patriarchal Witches, and the evil spirit rolled over, leading the tribe of the Wu tribe to Mount Buzhou in less than a day...

(End of this chapter)