Honghuang: I became the younger brother of Our Lady of the Golden Spirit

Chapter 129 The Saints Frighten the Death of Styx
When this big black hand appeared, not only Chen Yang, who was in harmony with Jianguang, was shaken, almost fascinated by it, even some ancient powers who were paying attention to this place also changed their faces.

"This, this, turned out to be him." On the Beiming Tianchi, the ancestor Kunpeng who was teaching and transforming the younger generation around him jumped wildly with his left eye, his hands trembled, and he could hardly control himself.

Also in the north, in a mountain surrounded by poisonous gas and miasma, an old man opened his eyes that had not been opened for tens of thousands of years, and landed on his big hand.

On the Kunlun Mountains, the Queen Mother of the West and Wang Shu stood up from the cloud platform at the same time, stopped their movement, and looked at the sky above the blood sea in the south. The Queen Mother of the West, who was born many years earlier than Wang Shu, turned her gaze to the east. On top of that hill.

Xixi Zhenyuanzi's face was sad, much uglier than Jieyin's. Under the drastic change of mood, he couldn't help showing his ancestral energy, and the fruit of life on a tree-like spiritual root was even crying He stood up, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

On a nearby sacred mountain in the south, Yuan Qi formed a simple and honest face, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

There is also a divine phoenix screaming from the body that has existed since the beginning of the world, as if afraid.

In the east, almost a dozen auras comparable to quasi-sages leaked out at this time, and they all looked at the sea of ​​blood. Some sighed, some cursed, some panicked, and some were speechless.

What's even more frightening is that, from the four poles of the world, there are four more powerful than quasi-sages, with countless eyes focused on that big black hand.

Not only these, but even the sanctified characters couldn't help but change their faces.

In Biyou Palace on Jinao Island, Daoist Tongtian, who regained consciousness, looked in the direction of Kunlun Mountain with anger on his face.

The power of the human race, in a mountain range called Shouyang Mountain, the Taoist Taishang sighed, looked at Kunlun Mountain as well, and muttered to himself:
"What happened back then? What happened!"

The face of Yuanshi Tianzun in Kunlun Mountain was still shrouded in divine light, and no one could see any thoughts, only a low sigh could be heard.

And the two in the west couldn't help but stood up from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. Taoist Zhunti had a fearful face, and Taoist Jieyin's perennially sad face was even more sad at this moment, almost making people who saw him unable to bear it. shed tears.

"This one, how could it still exist between heaven and earth?"

"What happened back then?"

"Why isn't he dead yet?"

"What the hell did Yuan Shi do?"

Questions almost came out of Zhunti's mouth.

Even in Wa Palace, far away in the chaos, God Fuxi and Empress Nuwa also cast their gazes.

"Let me just say, how can ordinary means resist my calculation? So it's this one?" God Fuxi's frown finally relaxed, with a bit of relief.

But Empress Nuwa was not so relaxed.

"This person was born, it seems that there are other secrets about what happened back then, but with the way this person has done, there are countless people in the world who will be robbed."

"Hey, at the end of the ancient times, even though Hongjun was born out of the sky, killed Luohu, and established the immortal way, but at the beginning of Pangu when the world was opened, this person was the one who truly spoke the truth.

Compared with it, Na Luohu is almost nothing.

However, in this way, Hongjun can be regarded as having an opponent. If the way of heaven needs to be perfected, this person must be indispensable.Although this person has disappeared since the middle of ancient times, presumably after nearly a million years, even if his cultivation level is hard to compare with that of a saint, the difference will not be too far, and he will definitely not be controlled by the way of heaven. Some entanglement. "

God Fuxi touched his chin involuntarily.

"How powerful this guy was back then. It is said that those who had already guarded the four poles were considered juniors when they saw this guy. Even we only saw this guy once during that period of time. Unfortunately, he disappeared after that. There was no trace of him, and Nana Rahu was left to roam around for a while."

God Fuxi couldn't help sighing.

Compared with these people who knew the origin and identity of the big black hand, Chen Yang who was facing him knew nothing, he only knew that this person's aura was far superior to anyone he had ever seen before.

Even Hongjun, who was preaching in Zixiao Palace at that time, was crushed by this big black hand to some extent.

Jian Guang, who was killing Daozu Styx, couldn't help but pause, and his staggering figure appeared.

Seeing the big hand approaching, Chen Yang wanted to temporarily avoid the opponent's attack, but under the operation of mana, he discovered in disbelief that he was actually blocked in this space, and could only receive the opponent's attack head-on.

At this time, the already flawless Dao Xin actually felt a sense of fear. Chen Yang resisted the trembling of his primordial spirit, shouted in a deep voice, and appeared the dharma.

Surrounded by purple light and suspended by the golden wheel, a giant dharma figure holding the golden Dao fruit in both hands appeared behind him, with a dragon head and a human body, and his face was blurred. As soon as he appeared, twelve kinds of innate dao lights shone.

At this time, the unshakable blocking power also showed signs of being shaken.

Chen Yang didn't dare to neglect, with a movement of Yuanshen, Pangu Daoxiang fell into his body, and he turned into a dragon-headed god-man, and the pure Yang Dao fruit in his hand turned into a golden sword at this time.

"break."

With a roar, Pangu Daoyin shook the space, as if opening up the world again, the golden sword transformed by Daoguo passed by, and finally broke through the blockade, and then Chenyang did not dodge or evade, mobilizing the essence of his whole body, manifesting a golden The purple Ancestral Pure Yang Qi came out and stood horizontally in the void, connecting the heaven and the earth.

"Boom."

With a slash of the sword, the big hand was instantly broken, turning into countless strands of black air currents comparable to the atmosphere of ancestral energy, wandering in the void, and gradually dissipating.

There was also an old voice coming from the place where the big hand appeared.

"Pangu? Pure Yang?"

Although the words were soft, they were heard by the whole world.

"Hehehe, interesting."

A faint laugh came, but the owner of the big black hand still did not appear in the end.

In the same place, only Chen Yang, who was seriously injured, and Taoist Minghe who escaped from death were left behind.

Seeing that Styx was still there, Chen Yang immediately reappeared Pangu's dharma face regardless of the great loss of his own vitality.

Due to serious physical injuries, he did not dare to use the Dharma to enter the body, so he could only use the Qiankun Great Cauldron with three legs and two ears with the dragon's head and a god-man vainly holding it, powered by the pure yang dao fruit, to arouse the power of the great cauldron.

The familiar spirituality echoes with Chen Yang, and spontaneously draws the aura of heaven and earth.

In an instant, the cyan fire of good fortune was ignited again, and the Qiankun Cauldron, which was originally only about Zhang Xu in size, also turned into a giant of hundreds of thousands of Zhang at this time.

And Styx, who had already been targeted by the spirituality of the cauldron, involuntarily dispersed, turning into a long blood-colored river, and plunged into the giant cauldron.

Chen Yang sensed the power of good fortune coming from nothingness, and knew that it was Empress Nuwa who was secretly helping him.

Don't dare to delay, and then use your divine power.

The swallowing power of the tripod's mouth soared several times, faintly simulating the power of Guixu Haiyan, pulling up the blood sea below, turning into a sky-reaching blood dragon and falling into the cauldron.

Without Chenyang's urging, the real fire of good fortune burst suddenly, and Taoist Minghe was killed by the real fire amidst the mournful cries.

And the thousand-foot sea of ​​blood that fell on this place was completely wiped out, leaving only a strange and dangerous canyon.

At this point, the Patriarch Styx, who had been in the prehistoric times for tens of thousands of years, finally died.

(End of this chapter)