All realms start from the emperor

Chapter 121 The Choice of Heaven

"No matter how he can use the dharma, this belongs to supernatural powers. Is there still supernatural powers circulating in this universe?"

The Demon Lord of the Blood Heaven walks in the big world, and now he relies on the Faxiangtiandi.

This magical power can magnify the strength a hundred times.

Picking the stars with your hands, stepping on the heavens and the earth with your feet, moving mountains and filling the seas, it's a piece of cake.

"I said, don't underestimate the human race."

Ying Hao sneered.

The blood sky demon lord, who is as tall as ten feet high, slowly raised his head, showing a ferocious smile: "You can actually force me to use the blood talisman, the big world in your body, and the treasure in your body, I will be determined!"

"Wow—"

The blood-colored talisman on the body of the Blood Sky Demon Lord radiated so much light that it condensed into a blood-red talisman hand and slapped Ying Hao away.

This blood-red talisman was hundreds of hands long, and it burst out with powerful divine power.

Ying Hao hurriedly withdrew his sword, and then slapped out with a palm, shattering the blood-red talisman and turning it into strands of blood.

The white light carried by the Supreme Holy Sword collided with the blood talisman, forming two arcs of light, one white and one red.Immediately, extremely violent energy gushed out from the white sun.

The sword's edge was still unable to touch the scalp of the Blood Sky Demon Lord.

"Whoa."

The ruins under the feet of the Blood Heaven Demon Lord were shattered, and a large part of his body sank.

Shapodi launched his own Dao domain world, which is a large area covered by killing energy continuously.

The energy gushing out from the ground sent the surrounding ruins flying, clearing out a vast and flat ground.Not far away, a broken formation was touched, and dense and sharp sword energy flew out of the formation.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Blood Sky Demon Lord flew straight up from the ground, retreated to a distance, opened his mouth and sucked in, and swallowed all the blood energy from the shattered talisman hand into his belly.

At this time, the Blood Sky Demon Lord's face was no longer as arrogant as it was at the beginning, because he felt a few particularly powerful auras really coming.

On a large expanse of colorful clouds.

A young man with a white beard and white head, looking at the flickering Buddha Ridge, threw two wooden hexagram fishes on the ground, divining a divination.

Afterwards, he picked up the hexagram fish, rolled up his Taoist robe, and the dust in his hand was blown automatically, while he started to play the zither himself.

On a colorful lotus altar, a 72-foot-tall golden Buddha sits cross-legged, surrounded by arhats, all listening to his lectures.

All of a sudden, the entire buddha world was blossoming, and the spiritual light was shining.

The 72-foot golden Buddha, with a pair of Buddha eyes, looked at the sky, and seemed to be able to see beyond the endless distant space, and then showed a sacred smile, saying: "The destination is here, and the morning class is over."

Above the nine heavens, there is a person riding a thousand-foot-long black dragon, soaring through the clouds and riding the fog. The black armor looks mighty and extraordinary, and his gestures are full of domineering aura.

The devilish energy around him was billowing, which was different from the evil spirit of the demon race. This devilish energy was very pure and majestic, and it was born innately.

Beside him was a man with raised eyebrows, a veteran with a jade crown, he was still heroic, and he could vaguely see the demeanor of that year, stepping on the fire clouds, wherever he passed, there was a sea of ​​fire behind him.

"All here?"

The Blood Sky Demon Lord sneered.

"The Daoist Sanqing, the old Buddha, the devil emperor, the red emperor, I will remember this loss."

The Blood Sky Demon Lord put down his harsh words, and the dharma figure disappeared in the blink of an eye without a trace.

"It ran pretty fast."

Ying Hao sneered, and then turned his eyes to the horizon.

Standing on a cliff thousands of miles away from Buddha Mountain, there is a figure in the distance. It is not so dazzling, but so energetic, but it looks rather wasted, rather old-fashioned, and coughs lightly from time to time.

Ying Hao can naturally guess the identity of the old man, the oldest strong man in the Qiankun world, older than the old Buddha, the Demon Emperor and others.

The age of his horse riding can be traced back to the end of the Middle Ages. It is said that he was also a person who fell into the realm of the gods. He had ascended to the realm of gods in 30 years, but because of a serious injury in the battle of gods, he fell to the realm.

He is Lord Meteor God.

The direct prince of the medieval spiritual clan.

But now, he is such an ordinary old man. He is getting old, his hair is gray, and he doesn't have the power of a peerless powerhouse.

Ying Hao originally thought that seeing this old man with the dragon's tail missing, his mood would be fluctuated, but when he actually saw it, his mood was unprecedentedly peaceful.

He looked around and saw no one else.

He must have left.

Ying Hao put away his thoughts, walked over, bowed and bowed: "Meet the lord."

"Are you the boy in the secret realm of the Dasheng ruins 1 years ago?"

"Ah."

Lord Perishing God turned around, a pair of extremely deep eyes fell on Ying Hao, nodded slightly, and said: "Actually, I noticed you at that time, because you are so similar to when I was young."

Ying Hao smiled embarrassedly.

There is nothing to do when you are young.

"Is the lord just here to deal with the blood demon lord?"

Naturally, Ying Hao did not believe that Lord Meteor God would only come because of the Blood Sky Demon Lord.

"I'm here to look for one of your disciples."

Lord Meteor God smiled slowly.

"Oh? My disciple?"

Ying Hao said in surprise.

"Zhang Tianfang."

When Ying Hao heard this name, he couldn't help feeling a little wary in his heart.

"I don't know what the lord is looking for him for."

"Of course there is something to explain."

After hearing the answer, Yinghao called Zhang Tianfang over.

"Tian Fang, come and meet the old master."

Zhang Tianfang couldn't help being surprised when he saw a skinny old man.

"Meet the lord."

"Zhang Tianfang, I want to tell you something about the Great Ming Realm."

Lord Meteor God mentioned the Great Ming Realm lightly.

"Big Ming Realm"

As soon as the Great Ming Realm was mentioned, endless hatred flashed in Zhang Tianfang's eyes.

"Don't be dazzled by hatred. You still need to find out what happened back then."

There are many things in the eyes of the Lord of the Perishing God Island.

Like hints.

Zhang Tianfang bowed to the lord of the perishing god one after another, saying: "This junior remembers the teachings of the seniors, I don't know what kind of news it is."

"Your mother, your child is still in the Great Ming Realm."

Zhang Tianfang, who was already prepared, was shocked by just one sentence, and he realized something in just a few seconds.

"Where's my father!?"

Zhang Tianfang asked eagerly.

"I don't know. You have to figure it out yourself."

Lord Meteor God only provides so much information.

"Who told Senior the news?"

"An old friend."

Zhang Tianfang didn't ask any more questions, but fell into a long silence.

Ying Hao knew very well that Zhang Tian was struggling and making a decision, and he had to help him.

"If you stay in the Qiankun Realm, you will be a son of the First Realm, a hero of the human race, and no one will look down on you anymore."

To put it bluntly, Zhang Tianfang now occupies an exclusive position in the Qiankun world, and no one can stop him from becoming the shining sun of the human race, a leader who can lead all Tianjiao to the forefront of the times.

He already has the qualifications of Yuanhui level Tianjiao.

Hearing Yinghao's words, Zhang Tianfang's heart suddenly became clear.

"But, my mother is in the Great Ming Realm, so I can't be this hero."

"My father's life and death are unknown, and the truth is unknown, so I can't be this hero."

"My son or my daughter are all in the Great Ming Realm, and I can't be this hero."

"I have to go back. I don't care how the people in the Great Ming Realm think of me. Whether it's a traitor or a traitor, even though I'm in the dark, as long as I keep my heart in the light. One day, I will let everyone know me, Zhang Tianfang, He's a man of stature."

These words, Zhang Tianfang said calmly and deeply.

Even with the eyes of Ying Hao and Lord Meteor God, looking at Zhang Tianfang, there was a look of appreciation in his eyes, and he couldn't continue to persuade him.

Lord Perishing God remained silent for a long time, and said: "Your master is not mistaken, you are indeed qualified to be his disciple. You can be so calm and rational, we will not stop you, how about this, I will take you to the Great Ming Realm. After all, you still have to choose your own path, and you will be more determined when you walk."

"Thank you."

Looking at Zhang Tianfang who has grown up, Ying Hao couldn't help feeling: "The system's vision is really good."

(End of this chapter)