Great Dao Ji

"Hmm?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

Gautama nodded again, his expression solemn and calm: "Uncle, I don't only dare to reason with ordinary people."

As the voice floated, Gautama stepped out.

"You?"

Yang Jian was slightly stunned and shook his head, only to realize that this kid always remembered that he said he only dared to reason with ordinary people.

He wanted to see how this kid would react, but seeing that he was so decisive, he shook his head and urged the horse forward.

Of course, he knew that his nephew was a natural talent, and his comprehension and aptitude were as high as his own, but the old Taoist was not an ordinary person.

His mind was floating, but he couldn't help looking back at Da Zhou, wondering what he was thinking.

Om~

Between the dark sky and earth, a light suddenly shone, like the dawn light, seemingly weak, but it had already illuminated the world here.

Yang Jian's expression slightly changed. When Gautama stepped into the air, extremely bright divine light burst out from the tiny parts of his body.

At first, it was as weak as the morning light, but in a flash, it was like the sun rising into the sky!

"Huh?!"

Under the vast sky, Meng Tong and others saw someone rising into the sky. They wanted to scold him, but suddenly they felt cold in their hearts.

They looked back.

Between the mountains and forests, a handsome young man came on horseback, slowly wiping a long sword as tall as a person.

They looked at him coldly.

Everyone felt cold in their hearts, and felt that the most terrifying power in the world was contained in those eyes. For a moment, they were stunned on the spot.

"This kid"

Yang Jian wiped the three-pointed double-edged sword in his palm, and casually swept over the many Yuanshen Taoists. In fact, he was concentrating on the sky, ready to take action at any time.

Since he had cultivated the title of 'Xian Sheng Zhen Jun', this was the first time he had felt such a strong threat.

This old Taoist

Boom!

In the sky, the thunder dragon rolled away, and the sea of ​​thunder rolled.

The old Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down as if he had sensed something, only to see a ball of light rising from a distance, its bright light rushing straight towards the Douniu.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed.

He couldn't help but sneer:

"What do you want to do, kid, by ascending to the sky?"

Huh!

Gautama ascended to the sky and stood under the sea of ​​thunder. He was neither sad nor happy. He just put his hands together and said, "Please ask the old Taoist to stop."

"Stop?"

The old Taoist laughed dumbly: "Why do you ask the old Taoist to stop?"

"The Taoist is old and must have experienced all kinds of things in the world. You should know that there is nothing more precious than life."

The old Taoist was laughing, but Gautama sighed: "The Taoist will float corpses thousands of miles away with a thought. Didn't the Taoist really have any hesitation?

With such a murder, isn't the Taoist afraid of angering the emperor?"

He could see clearly that there was no smile in the old Taoist's eyes, but only a deep indifference.

He had seen too many similar eyes in the past few hundred years, from kings and ministers to the giants of the sect.

He thought that this Taoist would be an exception, because, in his memory, this old Taoist was one of the nine most outstanding people in Taoism.

Unfortunately

"Will it anger the Heaven?"

The old Taoist looked at Gautama with a half-smile:

"Since you know that everything is created by Heaven, why do you want to practice this evil way against Heaven? How can I punish on behalf of Heaven and anger the Heaven?"

Looking at the dull boy walking in the air, the old Taoist felt a slight ripple in his heart.

The face and aura were not the same at all, but he couldn't help but think of tens of thousands of years ago.

The young man who held the ancient scroll, was very tall, and liked to reason with people the most.

Unfortunately, he died.

"All things are born from heaven, and they grow old, get sick and die. This is the way of heaven. All the killings are not fruitless."

Gautama put his hands together, his face wooden: "People have good and evil, but the way is neither smooth nor reverse. All the ways are realized by heaven and earth. How can we go against heaven?"

"Hahaha~~~"

This seemed to be beyond the old Taoist's expectation. He was stunned at first, then shook his head and laughed, as if he heard the funniest joke in the world:

"Your bone age is only 800 years old, and your soul has no traces of the past. You have never even left Nanzhan."

The old Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, letting the wind blow his robe, calm and indifferent:

"How dare you, an ant, talk about the way of heaven with me?"

Boom~

With a light rebuke, it seemed like the anger of the emperor. Endless thunder and fire suddenly exploded in the sea of ​​thunder, illuminating the sky for a while.

"Roar!"

On the ground, the dragon horse raised its head uneasily and let out a long neigh. Yang Jian held the sword in one hand, and his pupils could not help shrinking.

At this moment, the breath of the old Taoist had disappeared in his perception, or in other words, his breath had merged with the world behind him.

Om~

The three-pointed double-edged sword trembled, like a revived real dragon raising its head, and seemed to feel the huge deterrence and let out a low roar.

"The sky is not the sky of one person, and the way is not the way of one person. You can say it, why can't I say it?"

Watching from a distance, Gautama, who was the first to bear the brunt, was naturally under unimaginable pressure, but he seemed not to notice it and put his hands together, and his eyes gradually closed.

Huh!

As he closed his eyes, the wisdom light behind him evaporated into a circle of light, with his location as the center, thinking about spreading up and down at a very fast speed.

In just a few moments, it was like a vertical Great Wall, blocking the sky and earth, the rolling sea of ​​thunder, and the surging waves.

Instantly, the sea of ​​thunder roared.

The sound was so powerful that it shook the earth.

Even Yang Jian and the many Taoists who were restrained by him couldn't help but look up, their faces changed in surprise.

At this moment, the heaven and earth seemed to be split into two distinct halves by a heavenly knife, with a bright light on one side, like the sun across the sky.

On one side, the thunder was like the sea, and the huge waves were like the Milky Way, connecting the sky and the earth. Although there was no collision, the momentum was terrifying and boundless.

More than just them?

Haizhou, Nantian Dao, and Tongshan Dao have a coastline that stretches hundreds of millions of miles, with countless cities located in between, and even people in more distant places who were disturbed by the previous thunder sea.

They were all shocked.

The rolling sea of ​​thunder can also be said to be a change in celestial phenomena, and the huge waves can be said to be a tsunami.

But at this time, even ordinary people who are not familiar with cultivation can see that this is clearly a great monk with the ten magical powers of transformation and immortality.

Confront before Wang Yang!

This is not a natural disaster, but in the eyes of many people, it is much more terrifying than any natural disaster.

This is heaven!

Natural disasters can still be avoided, but there is no way to hide from the heavens!

"Okay, okay, okay! You have cultivated to such a level at such a young age. You are very good. You are better than I thought! In this era of Taoism, no one can compare with you."

Seeing the light of wisdom shining like a waterfall like the sun, the old Taoist's eyes also lit up: "Destroy your evil ways, I can allow your soul to be reincarnated."

There was surprise and approval in his tone, but most of all, it was a pity.

It seems a pity that such an outstanding person chose to embark on a path of certain death.

Just like that young man who was so talented and beautiful back then

call!

Like the sun standing behind his head, Gautama bowed slightly and spoke in a calm and firm voice:

"Please, Taoist Priest, give me some advice!"

"It's a pity that I, a beautiful lady like you, have become a thief!"

While speaking, the old Taoist flicked his finger, and a divine light buzzed and vibrated, causing thunder to roll in the sea of ​​thunder, turning into thousands of thunder dragons roaring down:

"If there is an afterlife, don't make any mistakes!"

Boom!

The sea of ​​thunder roared, and countless terrifying thunder lights crisscrossed and filled the entire sky.

In an instant, all those who gazed at the sea of ​​thunder felt their eyes blur, and then went black. They only felt numbness and tingling pain from the inside out, as if they were struck by five thunders.

Buzz!

Thunder and lightning are already extremely fast in the world, but under the finger of this veteran, it seems to be beyond the cognition of mortals, and even breaks through the limitations of the world and space.

Just a moment.

Gautama, who was shrouded in boundless wisdom, was completely submerged!

Boom!

The next moment, there was a thunderous explosion.

Tens of millions of cities in Haizhou, even Nantian Dao, and even more distant territories were shaken together.

The boundless and terrifying thunder explosion resounded throughout the sky in an instant and could be heard from hundreds of millions of miles away.

Even beyond the limitations of the media, thinking about the entire southern continent, or even four continents, four seas, spreading to the outside world!

Thunder shook, and the heaven and earth were shocked!

At this moment, all the 'Qi Practitioners' practicing 'New Cultivation' in the whole world felt numb and tingling in their hearts and raised their heads in shock.

I just feel that there seems to be a terrifying existence in the void that has completely locked onto me. I feel it slightly, and it seems that I dare to be struck by five thunders!

"Is this the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder of Shenxiao Thunder Technique?! Could this old Taoist be..."

Seeing the sea of ​​thunder flowing down, Yang Jian's pupils shrank, his fingers tightened, and he couldn't help but raise the magic sword in his palm:

"Xuan Xiao?!"

According to legend, at the beginning of eternity, saints preached for thousands of years.

Among them, the Heavenly Sage is the most noble. He does not accept the ten directions and five categories, and is even more disgusted with the mixing of the earth and the earth, so he uses his great supernatural powers to capture the thunder and energy of the heaven and earth.

Transform into nine living and immortal innate thunder gods!

These are the nine Taoist deities, Chixiao, Bixiao, Qingxiao, Xuanxiao, Jiangxiao, Qixiao, Zixiao, Lianxiao and Jinxiao!

If the Taoist sect is the supreme of all Taoist sects, then Jiuxiao is the supreme of the Taoist sect!

And this old Taoist Xuanxiao is ranked fourth among the nine Taoists, second only to Chixiao, Bixiao, and Qingxiao, and is a truly legendary figure!

It is said that in ancient times, he used a Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder to destroy a large clan with auspicious creatures and footprints all over the star sea and millions of stars.

Completely erased from the world!

call!

Yang Jian moved slightly, and Meng Tongtong Yuanshen Taoist priests under the sky also recovered from their shock and stepped forward one after another.

Locked on Yang Jian.

At the same time, ripples appeared everywhere in the sky, and Taoists with different auras, but all very tyrannical, stepped out.

Some are silent, some are sneering, some are calm, some are confused, or some are hiding murderous intent.

They held many rare treasures and divine weapons and lined up in all directions. They formed an extremely complex and mysterious formation, shrouding Yang Jian in the formation.

"The Patriarch's 'Nine Heavenly Transformations of Xuantian' method has the secret of peering into the future, and there is never any error. It's just..."

A Taoist priest in a green shirt glanced at Yang Jian, a little surprised: "The Patriarch asked me to wait to set up this 'Qingtian Battle Formation', just for such a pretty boy?"

"You guys are talking about this formation."

The tip of the knife hung to the ground, Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, and there was an inexplicable light in his eyes: "What is it called?"