The Great Talisman

Yang Sanyang didn't know what happened hundreds of millions of years ago, so naturally he didn't know why Tian Cried half his eyes and looked down on the Demon Ancestor.

"The ancestor wants me to have a great array of stars this week, but I still need to show the ability to make me willing to give in. As long as the ancestor is willing to take my sword, I will naturally give in. No complaint! If you can't take it..." Yang Sanyang looked at the sky and cried.

"My ancestor, I will retreat, nothing else!" Tian cried decisively.

"Oh?" Yang Sanyang frowned and looked up and down the sky and cried: "Not enough!"

"Not enough?" Tian Cry stared at Yang Sanyang: "How are you doing?"

"I need to deal with one thing in the future" Yang Sanyang said.

Tian Cry heard this and smiled confidently: "Unless the saint takes action, how can you get me?"

Yang Sanyang nodded, with an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother, is it reliable? This is the ancestor of Tiancry, the strongest one billions of years ago. Brother!"

"Senior brother, stay calm!" Yang Sanyang's head rolled over, and he saw a black-robed Taoist with his head stuck in a wooden hairpin, and he walked out from behind him expressionlessly.

This human face is like a crown of jade, the sky is round, and there seems to be infinite majesty between the eyebrows. Looking closely at his face, he is nine points similar to Yang Sanyang, but his charm and temperament are completely different.

Even if the black-clothed Taoist just stood there quietly, he seemed to be integrated with the void universe and the endless universe.

It seems that he is the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is him.

The chaotic air of the black-clothed Taoist is hazy, making people unable to see his figure, and the endless rhyme of Taoism flows quietly around him. I saw that Daoist's palm stretched out slightly, and the Zhuxian Sword trembled slightly, then jumped automatically and fell into the hands of the black-clothed Daoist.

"This is..." The ancestor Tiankui couldn't help but trembled at the first sight of the black figure. With his current way, he couldn't see the man in front of him.

It's like the Way of Uncultivating Heaven, endless murderous intent, endless evil thoughts tumbling, like a torrent of torrents, it seems to be swallowed in an instant.

"Sage!" There was a touch of horror in Tian Cry's eyes: "Didn't it mean that the saint went to suppress the long river of time and the long river of fate?"

In the vast wilderness and countless local residents, no one knows better than him what the word saint really means.

"Yes, the saints are going to suppress the long river of time, but only Amitabha and Yuanshi Tianzun have gone. The Taiqing saints and Shangqing saints did not go!" Yang Sanyang took it for granted.

"So, the so-called Heavenly Tribulation, from the beginning to the end, is just a play that you directed and acted on yourself? All the sentient beings in the Great Wilderness were played? Even Yu Taiyi and Ziwei Xingjun have been kept in the dark?"

Tian Cry heard this, his face turned green, and his eyes stared at Yang Sanyang: "If you say yes, I will take you a sword? Why would you invite the saint to kill me directly?"

"Oh? I forgot to tell you. This is not a saint, but a magical power I cultivated. I borrowed the saint’s fate! If I can invite a saint to come, why should I do it with my ancestors? A stake?" Yang Sanyang's face was full of sincere expressions.

"I believe you a ghost! Even though there is no aura of a saint, what is the difference between the vision of his body and the saint? If I were cut by him, wouldn't I be half dead?" Tian cried. Zhong was full of anger, and then suddenly jumped up and turned into an immortal innate aura flying out of the palace: "Dog Manzi, this time I will be the ancestor and I will admit it! If I believe you again in the future, I will be your ancestor. of!"

"Don't forget, you still owe me something." The Lingbao Tianzun beside Yang Sanyang gradually disappeared, and his voice faintly sounded in the ears of Tiancry Ancestor.

"Invincible Mountain, Yunjian Cave, if you have anything to do, please find me wherever you go!" The cry of the sky sounded, and then disappeared in an instant.

"The Great Wilderness is really not to be underestimated. The Demon Ancestor, the Heavenly Cry, and the raising of the eyebrows, three saints are about to be born in an instant. I may not be able to gain an advantage in the future game!" Various thoughts in Yang Sanyang's heart flowed rapidly.

He was very sure that it was definitely not difficult for the Demon Ancestor and Heaven to Cry to prove the saint. For Yang Eyebrow, it will be a matter of time to cross that hurdle.

And what about yourself?

It seems that the potential has been exhausted!

All the hole cards have been revealed.

"I only hope that Taiyi can dominate the world, the demon garden will grow stronger, and Taiyi will be the emperor of heaven, so that my life will be better!" Yang Sanyang's thoughts flowed.

"Heaven cried and ran away? Just ran away like this?" Dao Chuan sat on the ground, his eyes showing relief.

The shadow brought by the cry of heaven is too big!

"Senior brother, stay safe, don't worry, now the overall situation of recklessness is about to settle. The day that belongs to me is coming soon!" Yang Sanyang showed a cold look in his eyes: "The barbarians, will rise soon."

The time flickered, and it was another thousand years between the fingers of the finger. Within the mountain, the Qilin King got help from the earth, and it was like a broken bamboo. The seizure and control of the mountain was constantly proceeding at a speed beyond imagination.

"Houtu, you can't do it! After today, Buzhou Mountain is about to change hands. My Qilin King will become the master of Buzhou Mountain, and then through Buzhou Mountain, suppress the world and the wilderness, and subvert Taiyi's rule. And you are nothing but a thing. It’s just a passage of time! You presumptuously dominate such an advanced player like Zhoushan, with such a mighty power, yet stand by and let you develop recklessly, and it’s a waste of the opportunity God has given you!"

Bu Zhou Mountain

Houtu was sitting cross-legged quietly, and a group of original elements kept flashing in front of him. Opposite it, the void was distorted. The Qilin King stepped out and came to Houtu.

Houtu was silent, King Kylin stepped forward, took the original source in his hand, and then looked at Houtu with scorching eyes: "Now, what else do you have to say?"

"Since you want the origin of Fuzhou Mountain, you can just take it. Give Fuzhou Mountain to you, and I can breathe a sigh of relief, and I will come out of this in the future!" Houtu's eyes slowly bloomed, revealing With a smile, it seems that the void blooms with joy: "Thank you!"

"Thank me?" King Qilin was taken aback: "I took away your power, so you thank me?"

King Qilin looked dazed, and somewhat suspected that he had made a mistake.

"Wait for you to refine this last source, you know why I want to thank you!" Houtu turned into an innate immortal aura and soared directly into the sky: "King Qilin, you pretend to secretly refine the great wasteland veins, this palace I can’t detect it. I boast of the aura of heaven, and the mountains are like broken bamboos. My palace is not your enemy. But you don’t know it, is my palace deliberately fulfilling you?”

"What?" King Kylin was shocked, even the last lump of origin in his hand was like a hot potato, wishing to throw it out immediately.

However, at this time, that group of original sources burst into light, sticking directly to the Kylin King's hand, and then turned into a ball of liquid, followed by the Qilin King's pores and automatically irrigated into his body.

"Get out! Get out of me!" King Qilin had already noticed something wrong at this time, how could he let this group of origins enter his body?

It's a pity that all the origins of Fuzhou Mountain are gathered in his body. Although he is the third step power of Da Luo, he can't hold the power of Fuzhou Mountain's instinct.

Dzogchen, restoration of oneness, is the origin of imperfect mountain.

No matter how hard he struggles, facing the power of Fuzhou Mountain, he can only be suppressed, and he watched that the last group of origin merge into his body.

In the next moment, King Kylin replaced Houtu and climbed to the top, and the soul merged with Buzhou Mountain in an instant.

In a moment of trance, the eternal time was vast and endless information poured into the Kylin King.

"Heaven and earth, maturity...collapse..." The endless information, like a river of abundance, was difficult for King Qilin to accept for a while.

Five hundred years later, King Kylin suddenly opened his eyes, and his whole body was rolled up, and a monstrous momentum gathered in his body.

Invincible power!

The mighty power of the imperfect mountain that supports the world flows in its body.

But at this time, there was no smile on King Qilin's face, and his face was gloomy, even uglier than a child who had eaten it to death.

"What are you playing with me!" After a long time, King Qilin shouted, his face turned green: "Do I look so stupid?"

Hou Tu didn't know when to turn around, and stood in front of King Qilin: "It feels good to be free! By the way, how do you feel now? Have you got the power you want?"

King Qilin stared at Houtu with a pair of eyes: "It's hurt! So you've been calculating me!"

"I didn't calculate you, it was you who were not greedy enough to get the bait" Houtu walked lightly, like a lively girl, curiously watching everything in the world before her.

"I don't want this power anymore, I will give it back to you!" After a long time, I heard the Qilin King blushing and bouncing out.

"Hey, isn't this what you dreamed of?" Houtu said in amazement: "Back then, you didn't break the thursday Dafumai ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and you have already formed cause and effect with Buzhoushan. Today is your calamity. ."

"I'm going to find Daoguo to play. Big Dog, you are so good to take care of Fuzhou Mountain. Fuzhou Mountain is your life. You must not call Fuzhou Mountain to have an accident." The voice fell, and Houtu had disappeared into the void. In the middle, leaving the Kylin King standing there with an ugly face, his face turned blue and purple, and then he suddenly spurted out: "Tiankeng! It is a tiankeng! I am afraid that there will be no chance of surpassing."

Thirty three heaven

Yang Sanyang was offering treasures in front of the gossip furnace, and suddenly his heart moved, facing the void in front of him: "Congratulations to the gods to get out of trouble."

A cloud of earth-yellow divine light emerged in the void, and a soft as water, thick as earth-like voice sounded: "Thanks to you for planning for me, otherwise the old thief, King Qilin, will be able to take the bait? This time I have to thank you very much, but I don’t know what you want me to do? My palace is now out of trouble. There is nothing to do, but it’s boring."

Yang Sanyang looked at Houtu with a pair of eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched: "Daluo's third step, when is it so worthless?"

ps: Thank you for your "a series of numbers" rewards. I will add some comments tomorrow. There is no internet today, and the manuscript cannot be uploaded.