The Supreme Being

Xuanyang is a large city on the border of Central and South China. People come and go on the streets and offices are rampant. It is indispensable to whisper, talk and laugh, and discuss world affairs.

Su Meng recovered from his thoughts and suddenly frowned because when he was not paying attention to the outside world, he vaguely heard the word Su Meng.

Su Meng's instructions on the world's swordsmanship, the Five Sects of One Sword, the Demon Sword King, the Supreme Demon, and the Multi-Eyed King all aroused my curiosity and caution.

What did he do? Su Meng planned to pay attention to this matter, so he reached out his spiritual consciousness, spread his spirit, and sensed the words around him.

At this moment, his vision dimmed, and a blizzard roared in, covering the sky and isolating the surrounding area.

And among the falling snowflakes, with fake Sumeng as the center, twelve stone pillars stood up. The wild and evil stone pillars seemed not to be the products of this era.

As soon as the stone pillar stood, the evil spirit filled the air, penetrating through all the layers of Jiuyou in a trance. Immediately, the fake Su Meng was enveloped in it. The Demon Sword King, whose face was as white as snow, floated in the air, holding the Demon Sword in his hand, and laughed loudly:

"Let's see how you escape this time!"

Immortal? Fake Su Meng was extremely confused. He had just arrived and acted cautiously. He hadn't done anything yet, and he hadn't even shown his strength. How could he have provoked a terrifying enemy at the level of an immortal?

"Brother, have you admitted the wrong person?" Fake Su Meng blurted out, while also using Xuan Gong, and the exposed skin turned into a light golden color, full of eternal and indelible meaning.

Hearing this, the Demon Sword King let out a laugh: "Did you admit the wrong person? Su Meng, you turned into ashes, and I recognize you! Do you still want to get away with it?"

He suddenly exclaimed: "You have been promoted to Earth Immortal? No wonder, no wonder you dare not hide your hiding place. It turns out there is indeed a trap. Fortunately, I borrowed twelve ancient pillars and set up the blood evil formation of ancient gods and demons. What? All traps are ineffective, you can’t fly today!”

Su Meng? Promoted to Earth Immortal? Was he the one who caused the trouble? Fake Su Meng suddenly realized the reason and shouted loudly: "I'm not Su Meng! I'm fake..."

Before he finished speaking, blood and light fell together, the virtual and the real collapsed. The Demon Sword King had already launched the blood evil formation and slashed out the Taishi Demon Sword.

Assuming that Su Meng Bajiu was not pure, he barely resisted for a while. The light gold was completely corroded, and his vision quickly became dark.

"I, I'm not Su Meng..."

His obsession and grievance echoed in the bloody formation.

After the Demon Sword King succeeded, he frowned because it felt wrong. Su Meng, who had an immortal-level weapon, shouldn't be so fragile.

As the blood light dissipated, he saw the fake Su Meng's body disintegrated and turned into a piece of white monkey hair, turning every inch into ashes.

"It's made of white hair?" Demon Sword King's expression became extremely solemn, "Su Meng's real body is a monkey, and he used white hair to make a fake body to lead the pursuit of the demon door?"

But a piece of white hair can turn into an earthly immortal. What is the true level of Su Meng's cultivation?

Even the gods can't do this!

Maybe it was his mentor or supporter?

The Demon Sword King was quite shocked and horrified, and felt that Meng Qi was even more mysterious and terrifying than he expected!

He saw no sign of an ambush, so he behaved calmly.

In the gap between the snowy world and the real world, the void squirms, layer upon layer, and it seems that there are two figures hiding, peeping at the battle between the Demon Sword King and the fake Su Meng.

"A white hair?" One of the figures said Ren Qiushui's voice.

The Su Meng I know is just a white hair?

Another old figure sighed: "It's not Su Meng, it's a fake body. His real body is not here."

"It turns out that the great power behind him is Yuan Hong of Jin'ao Island. No wonder he was able to enter the world of gods and find Biyou Palace. Speaking of which, the old Taoist heard from Maitreya Buddha that Yuan Hong was trying to refine a Biyou Palace. Now think about it , maybe not refining, but repairing.”

"Yuan Hong from Jin'ao Island?" Ren Qiushui was puzzled.

"It involves legends. It's normal for you not to know. Yuan Hong is a great sage of the demon clan who has experienced the apotheosis of gods. At that time, he had good relations with my Jiejiao lineage. Later, he took the descendants of the Yin Shang to occupy Jin'ao Island, and waited for the demons to cause chaos in the land. After that, he hid at the end of the East China Sea and never came out." The old voice explained, "In the past, he was at the top of the legend, but now he has entered the realm of destiny, and this matter needs to be considered in the long run."

Ren Qiu Shui nodded gently, and it suddenly dawned on him that there was indeed a legend or even a great power of creation behind Su Meng!

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In the ruins of the Heavenly Court, "Magician" Han Guang sat under the vermilion gate, his eyes half open and half closed, tall and solemn, like a real Emperor of Heaven.

Meng Qi's heart was shocked and he subconsciously stopped in his tracks. The magician really came to Jade Emperor Mountain?

When he broke into Xuantian Sect before and returned empty-handed, didn't it mean that the Time Sword didn't recognize him? For the Time Knife, if he doesn't agree with it now, he won't agree with it in the past either. How come Han Guang still doesn't give up?

Is this the legendary way of stalking?

At this moment, he found that the gray-robed Ananda also stopped and, like Shusheng and Bi Jingxuan, turned his attention to the magician.

No, Ananda is just a brand, and responds differently according to the historical process. At this moment, when he sees a magician who does not belong to the original history, shouldn't he ignore it?

Or is it that he did encounter something here, or that the magician's appearance here was part of previous history?

Thinking of this, Meng Qi's head felt a little swollen with the speculation about the cause and effect cycle.

Suddenly, Han Guang opened his eyes, and there seemed to be an illusory river flowing inside, slowing down the time around him.

He slowly stood up, and it seemed very fast against the background of the flow of time. He stood up in an instant, ignoring Meng Qi, Shu Sheng and Bi Jingxuan, and stared at Ananda in mid-air.

Snap!

The light waves were stirred up into a vortex, and the surrounding time and space became chaotic. Even if a human immortal was trapped, his life span would be quickly consumed.

Han Guang stepped forward, opened his mouth, and said majestically:

"Why did you betray me?"

The voice was heavy but light, like a stream full of dust from the years, which was completely different from the voice of the magician that Meng Qi knew!

This... is it the voice of the Emperor of Heaven? Could it be that the magician was possessed by the obsession of the Emperor of Heaven in the ruins of the Heavenly Palace? Meng Qi was shocked.

The head of the Five Ancient Emperors, a great man who dominated the mythological era, actually still had obsessions?

Unlike the doubts of Shu Sheng and Bi Jingxuan, Meng Qi knew clearly that the Emperor of Heaven was not asking Ananda, but asking the Thunder God!

Gray-robed Ananda listened to the question quietly, and the sorrow on his face suddenly disappeared. The feeling of being a great monk, a bodhisattva, and an arhat became thinner, and something in his body seemed to be released and revived because of this question.

He curled his lips and smiled gently:

"Because..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already revealed Ananda's golden body, and a huge glass Buddha palm stretched out, and layers of Buddha kingdoms descended, covering Han Guang.

A bit stuck, the number of words is relatively small. .