Reflect the world

Chapter 1000 Eat a stick from my old grandson (second update)
When the loud battle song resounded through the sky, Dugu Baitian, who was at the front, raised his head and screamed, dancing wildly with his head full of black hair, his eyes were like cold electricity, and the most explosive emotions were completely absorbed by him. Fist to the sky, with a shocking blow, a big hole appeared in the sky, and a river of blood poured down, dyeing the entire sky red.

In the sea of ​​blood, countless white bones rise and fall, and the immortal battle spirit roars in it.

Some of the ancient gods showed expressions of grief and indignation, while others felt inexplicably heavy.

The grave guard let out a long sigh.

Even Chen Zu, who was always evil and crazy, stared two points seriously, and said with a sigh: "Tongtian Road..."

The endless sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses are real.

Click!

An angel skeleton with silvery white brilliance shining all over its body and sixteen pairs of wings fell from the sky. Even after thousands of years, it is still as bright as new.

With a terrifying light shining, a seraph in the western heaven exclaimed in disbelief, "There are sixteen pairs of winged angel kings, what kind of realm is that?"

The eyes of a unicorn burning with flames are also flickering. It is not just an angel's bone that rolled down from the mountain of blood. , causing the sky to make a beeping sound, as if it was about to be burned.

It was a unicorn that had stepped into the heavenly ranks, and it fell on this land without knowing how many years ago.

Huo Qilin let out a long roar, with tears in his eyes: "It's the ancestor!"

At this moment, the tens of thousands of feet of skeleton seemed to sense the breath of his blood, and turned around out of thin air, as if it had a little more spirituality. With the exclamation of a group of people, it kept shrinking, and then sank into his body, letting his body Breath soared.

Skeletons turned into streamers and flowed on the earth one after another. They found successors one after another, and then disappeared.

"They are all strong men who died on Tongtian Road..."

The old man who guarded the grave let out a sigh, and between the heaven and the earth, the sound of the war song that shook the whole world and made the sky tremble became louder and louder. In the boundless sea of ​​blood, there was that immortal war spirit in his eyes. A little bit of aura was shining, and he also sang the ancient battle song under the shocking eyes.

"... Cultivate my battle sword, kill for nine days, sprinkle my blood, go forward..."

Amidst the impassionedness, there was also a little bit of grief and indignation.

They are strong men who have set foot on the road of slaughtering heaven before the ages, and then fell.

The battle song was less passionate and heroic, and more tragic and passionate.

But there is a kind of bloody temperament pervading, which is the obsession of never regretting a hundred battles.

The prehistoric banner fluttered, stained with a trace of blood, and the gathered millions of gods and demons shouted at the same time. Dugu Baitian's eyes were indifferent, and he climbed to the sky step by step. All the practitioners rushed to the sky together, killing to the nine heavens.

This is the strongest killing round since ancient times, and there are not many surprises.

One terrifying existence after another died on the road, King Shura, Guangyuan...

The terrifying existence that was once the most top in the world has no power to fight back under the cooperation of many heaven-defying figures.

But there was no relaxation on everyone's face, and they became more and more dignified. They had already broken through the eighth heaven in a blink of an eye, and they were about to reach the ninth heaven, which is where the legendary heavens gathered.

At this moment, everyone felt a heavy pressure like a mountain.

A vast and infinite power of thought is slowly awakening, the terrifying power condensed by the power of thought of hundreds of millions of sentient beings, even people of the heaven-defying level will bow down to that terrifying power, and their complexion changes slightly.

Millions of gods and demons can no longer fly here, and the rules of heaven and earth are forcibly suppressed.

The only ones who can freely walk between the heaven and the earth are the heavenly masters who have begun to comprehend the rules of the heaven and the earth, but they also feel the pressure of the deep like the sea.

"Is this the way of heaven? It's so terrifying."

Some heaven-level figures who came to the nine heavens for the first time, their breathing was a little bit paused.

They were about to lose the courage to fight, that terrifying temperament was even greater and much greater than the pressure Dugu Baitian and the devil brought to them.

They really have the urge to turn around and run.

Only Dugu Baitian and the devil, who had already faced the way of heaven, stood at the forefront with indifferent expressions.

Tang Xuanming smiled not far from them, glanced at the huge ball of light, and decided that it was indeed the way of heaven, and the source of the way of that day was effective for him. Under the expectant eyes of Dugu Baitian and the devil, he slowly He stretched out his hand slowly, and a huge door of light was condensed in his hand.

The monkey with the most active personality was the first to jump out, and without Tang Xuanming's prompting, he turned his eyes to the top of his head, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and a big black stick appeared in his hand, shocking everyone. In the eyes, there was a loud shout.

"Eat my grandson!"

The entire Nine Layers of Heaven was trembling, and then, in a tooth-piercing voice, it disintegrated little by little, shattering into pure chaos.

With one stick, one world was destroyed, and the explosive attack made both Dugu Baitian and the devil look sideways.

The frown that was originally tightly frowned slowly opened a little, but it was still dignified.

Just being so strong is not enough.

"Come, come, take my knife."

As soon as the thought came to him, a figure dressed in white, with a long sword on his waist and hips, and a face as gentle as jade, like a prince in a troubled world, jumped out of the door. The corners of the mouth are slightly curved.

A pitch-black long knife entwined with countless purple lightning appeared in his hand, and under the gaze of countless people, the white robe exploded, revealing a body wrapped in chaotic energy with countless flashes of golden light. In the middle, the body cast in copper and iron was exposed, like a golden Buddha statue.

People in Buddhism can see 32 signs just by looking at them, eighty kinds are good, and they fall into the realm of epiphany, and some even directly break through a realm.

The physical body and Dharma form all carry infinite Buddhist mysteries.

"That is a Buddha, the most powerful Buddha in the world, the real Buddha."

All Buddhists have this idea in their hearts, and their hearts of reverence arise.

But at the next moment, the person with countless Zen charms shouted violently, and his whole body rushed into the huge heaven like a shell, and the long knife in his hand slashed down violently, showing wildness and domineering.

"This..." Everyone in the Buddhist sect was stunned, it didn't fit the pure and peaceful meaning of the Buddhist sect at all, instead it looked like a quack entertainer who had practiced a golden bell and an iron cloth shirt.

The Buddhist Zen rhyme and such a scene conflict with each other, making a group of old monks who have practiced for many years stunned, and their Zen hearts almost burst.

(End of this chapter)