Great Dao Ji

A hurricane fell from the sky.

It was not so fierce, but everything danced wildly wherever it passed.

The wind moved, the clouds danced, the sky changed, sometimes it was sunny, sometimes it rained, sometimes thunder flashed, sometimes hail fell like waterfalls, and all kinds of celestial phenomena appeared in the sky.

Faintly, it seemed that someone heard the pulse of the earth, as if the ceiling fell, and as if a goddess played the piano.

Dead? !

Dead just now? !

The sky, the earth, the five continents and the four seas, I don’t know how many practitioners saw this scene and couldn’t help but be stunned, almost dare not believe their eyes!

Since more than 20,000 years ago, the three immortals came to the world to divide the three continents and three seas, and once forced the Tai Chi Dojo and Tai Chi Divine Court to breathe.

Even the powerful Wang Lingguan was injured by the three treasures Yu Ruyi from a distance.

Such powerful three exiled immortals were once the dream of countless practitioners. I don’t know how many cultivators worshipped them and became enemies of Taiji Daochang.

Once, demons danced wildly and blocked the sky.

But, such three powerful exiled immortals died so calmly and lightly in the breath of the old Tianshi?

Who can believe it?

Who dares to believe it!

Looking at the old Taoist standing with his hands behind his back above the Divine Court and under the Heavenly Gate, all the creatures in the world fell into a dead silence.

There was no domineering spirit that swallowed thousands of miles, and no invincible spirit.

Just four words like chanting, the three exiled immortals who were once regarded as the highest by countless people in the world have disappeared.

Some great cultivators can even see the horror and disbelief on the faces of the three people at that moment.

It seems that even they did not expect such a consequence.

"No! Impossible! This must be an illusion, an illusion!"

In the wild sands of the Western Desert, Buddha's light shot up into the sky, and hundreds of great monks stepped into the air, constantly exploring in the void.

But what made them tremble in their hearts was that the breath of the ancestor disappeared completely, as if it was completely wiped out from the world by the gust of wind!

"Ancestor!"

In the East China Sea Islands, there were sword intentions, clouds, and water light rushing into the sky, but like many great monks, these Taoists were also terrified.

"Disappear, inspiration, inspiration is disappearing"

On the coast of the East China Sea, on an isolated island, an old Taoist who had just woken up was shocked and muttered to himself, unable to believe what he saw.

It has been 90,000 years since the end of the Tenth Epoch.

The first 60,000 years of the Tai Chi First Epoch was the world of the Tai Chi Dojo. Wang Lingguan, who had penetrated the secret of immortality, became the strongest in the world after the old Tianshi failed in the battle against the sky.

He opened up the Divine Court in the sun, and his "Qi practitioners" dominated the world for 60,000 years.

Under the leadership of Wang Lingguan, the spiritual energy of "immortals, Buddhas, demons, ghosts, and evil" between heaven and earth was suppressed to a very low level.

However, even in the most prosperous era of Tai Chi Daochang, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was only suppressed by "Qi", not really disappeared.

At this time, in his perception, the world was like an indescribable huge millstone, grinding away all the alien spiritual energy between heaven and earth at a speed that seemed slow but was actually fast!

This was a more terrifying event than the extinction of the three immortals.

"Spiritual energy."

His heart was shaken, and many practitioners in the West Land, South China Sea, East Land and other places also sensed this.

But no matter how shaken they were in their hearts, no matter how unwilling they were, they still suppressed it in the next moment.

Because the light of the sun and the moon suddenly became stronger as the sky shook.

A huge divine chariot surrounded by thousands of flames and stars, under the pull of nine red flame dragons, and under the protection of thousands of gods and countless heavenly generals.

The sun came out!

"Finally, there is no need to endure."

Wang Lingguan, surrounded by the waterfall-like divine light, sighed to himself: "It's a pity that the teacher is still faster than me."

The divine chariot crossed the sky, and its light was brighter than the sun and the moon.

In just a moment, many monks and Taoists who were in the air fell like rain. No matter how furious and roared, they still couldn't resist this divine light pressing down.

"Wang Evil!!!"

In the vast sea of ​​​​the Western Desert, an old monk stepped into the air and rose up, carrying billions of tons of yellow sand like a dragon, rolling in: "The ancestor is gone, you still want to kill them all?!

Then we will fight to the death!"

Boom!

The sound of the Buddha was louder and resounded through the sea of ​​clouds. Countless monks stared at the sky and saw a huge Buddha figure standing tall and reaching the sky. The sky-covering palm slapped Wang Lingguan on the divine chariot.

Amid the divine light, Wang Lingguan's expression was indifferent, without any change. Only when the Buddha's palm pressed down, did he speak:

"The ancestor gave me the name, I am Wang Shan!"

The words fell like thunder.

Wang Lingguan pointed across the sky, filling the sky, like a beam spanning the sky. With just one press, the Buddha's shadow was shattered between heaven and earth.

The remaining force did not decrease, and it tilted down. The fingertips penetrated the void for thousands of miles and dropped the angry old monk in the broken Buddha's shadow into the sky.

"You!"

The old monk looked shocked and angry, and even more desperate.

But all the resentment and anger were easily punctured by this finger like a bubble illusion, like a falling meteorite, heavily smashed in the sea of ​​yellow sand.

A huge tide of yellow sand as high as the sky, boundless waves!

"Never give up until death."

Pointing a finger, Wang Lingguan's eyes moved, like flames, like the ocean: "After years of patience, do you think I am as high as you?"

It has been nearly 90,000 years since the ancestor left, and he is no longer the Wang E of the past.

In today's world, apart from his own teacher, the three people can only compete with him if they use those treasures.

But that is only a possibility.

If it weren't for the teacher's repeated orders, he would have strangled the three so-called exiled immortals 20,000 years ago.

He shook his head slightly, looking at the monks and Taoists running and screaming in the rolling yellow sand, he lost interest in taking action, and just waved his hand.

He went up to the sky, went straight to the sea of ​​clouds, the highest point of the dome, and went to the divine court transformed by the ancestor Fang:

"Kill without mercy!"

"I obey the order of the great spiritual official!"

Thousands of gods responded in unison, and fell from the sky with the heavenly soldiers behind them, raising an endless aura of war and killing.

It poured back to the West Desert and went to the East Land.

Boom!

There were weapons again on the boundless land, and the raging war spread from the West Land and the East Sea to other continents, a bloody and huge cleansing.

It began!

"It's all devastated, there's no time to repair it one by one."

Looking at the war on the earth, Sa Wuling in front of the South Heaven Gate had a ripple in his eyes.

If possible, he really didn't want to be so cruel.

Because this world has experienced too much suffering, it's a pity

Before the Divine Court, Wang Lingguan stopped in front of the South Heaven Gate and didn't step into the Divine Court, and Gou Huang who came with him didn't step forward either.

The Taiji Divine Court has been opened for tens of thousands of years, but except for Sa Wuling, no one in the Taiji Dojo dared to step into the Divine Court.

Because that is the remains of the ancestor.

"Teacher"

Wang Lingguan bowed slightly.

Sa Wuling seemed to have a feeling in his heart, staring up, as if he had traveled through endless time and space, and saw a big bird with wings spread like the sky and endless grace in its body.

The big bird lowered its eyes, as if surprised.

One up and one down,

one man and one bird.

Looking at each other from a distance seemed to be eternal.

It was not until a long time later that Sa Wuling retracted his gaze, slowly closed his eyes, and sighed: "Is this the 'saint'?"

These two chapters have not been modified.