The Great Talisman

The mighty demon army, like a tide, rushed towards the extreme west.

The depression of the ten Huiyuans, the ten Huiyuans hiding in Tibet like a bereaved dog, the fear of the Shihuiyuan, countless relatives and friends died at the hands of the three races, this evil in the heart of the demons, if you don't vent, what can you do? ?

Those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me die!

The demon army is passing, destroying everything, destroying everything.

The tribes of the three tribes were slaughtered to death, or they became the playthings of the evil beasts of the demons, or they became Chinese food.

The endless grievances and karma swept towards Yang Sanyang, the endless karma seemed like a tsunami, and he wanted to submerge it.

Yang Sanyang was motionless like a mountain, despite the infinite causal karma of the outside world, at this time, his whole body was shining, a thirty-three-story, delicate pagoda phantom inverted, firmly guarding it.

Despite the infinite karma of the outside world, the invasion is not half.

"Good treasure, when did your kid get such a treasure?" Bai Ze saw the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda that was holding Yang Sanyang's protection, and couldn't help but stretch out his paw to touch it, but was slapped away by Yang Sanyang.

"Suppression by treasure alone is not a long-term solution after all. Blocking is not as good as sparse. If there are too many gatherings in the future, once it bursts out, I am afraid that my life will be hard to protect!" Yang Sanyang's eyes flashed in his eyes and stroked his chin: "Besides, heaven and earth The Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda is just a rudiment, it can't resist such a huge force at all."

There was a touch of contemplation in his eyes: "Unless, unless I am trying to find a way to gain merit from the calamity."

A gleam of divine light appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes. He raised his head and looked into the distance, tapping the case table lightly with his fingers: "I was just for a moment of joy and rushed to release the Demon Ancestor. Who knows that the Demon Ancestor does not restrain his opponents from the Demon Clan. , I don’t have a long memory, and I forgot the reason for the failure of the last measurement."

The ferocious beasts are bloodthirsty, and continue to mutilate the spiritual beings in the great wilderness. The demon ancestor has no restraint, and the conflict between the two sides naturally arises.

"Weird! Weird!" Bai Ze widened his eyes and looked at the phantom of the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda that Yang Sanyang was protecting and holding. "Weird! Your treasure is so strange."

A mighty catastrophe began.

The demon ancestor shot and robbed the western region, how could the three tribes sit still?

Hundreds of thousands of armies of the three tribes gathered at the extreme west border, where countless armies gathered together, looking at the misty extreme west, and the endless murderous intent, could not help but frown.

"The Demon Ancestor was born, and the Demon Race has the backbone. In recent days, it has continuously devoured the elite of the three families, but it has been gaining more and more. It has already had a bit of the atmosphere of the year!" Feng Zu frowned, and his eyes were full of cold light: "Well Please come here, how about Prime Minister Kame?"

"Prime Minister Turtle has fallen asleep, I want to wake him up, I am afraid it is not easy" Zu Long hesitated when he heard the words.

In the last ten trials, Prime Minister Turtle has been sleeping in Beiming, seeming to have fallen into a coma, without moving, quietly making Zu Long a little frightened.

"Hahaha, you three traitors, unexpectedly dared to come to the extreme west to wade in the muddy waters, ancestors, I never went to the door, but you took the initiative to die by yourself!" The black clouds on the horizon rolled up, accompanied by the terrifying magic power. , I saw a series of terrifying and hideous phantoms in the void, transforming into invisible, overwhelmingly crawling towards the army of the three races.

"This is the weird method of the Demon Ancestor, everyone block him!" A divine light rose in King Qilin's hand and suddenly turned into a stream of light, trying to block the terrifying shadow.

However, seeing the demon black shadow and shadow, on the way, I ignored the tribal monks’ supernatural powers, and plunged directly into the tribal army. When they came in contact with the tribal monks, they fell into the body of the tribal monks. He didn't put the magical powers of those three races in his eyes, and ignored the magical channels of the three races.

"What the hell?" Zu Long frowned, and the Chaos Bead floated into fog. When all the dark shadows approached, the scream turned into a cloud of smoke.

With the disappearance of the overwhelming black shadow, the Demon Ancestor has already come to the Third Ancestor at this time, and his eyes are gloomy looking at the Third Ancestor: "Don't come here without any problems, I can't think of the rush of time, even the three of you are mixed humanoid dogs. That's it."

"Haha! I haven't seen you for a few years, but the ancestors are not as good as before. The age of the ancestors is over. Why do you come out to stir the muddy water? Be a saint quietly and watch the world. Cuan Yunshu, isn't it good?" King Qilin's eyes overflowed with murderous intent.

"Hehe, Hugh is so eloquent, if you wait for the betrayer, if you don't kill you, how can you resolve this grievance in my heart? Old ancestors, I thought you were waiting for you, and you waited for you to betray me at a critical moment, I missed the Great Dao of the Emperors, and it deserves a thousand swords!" The Demon Ancestor said, the terrifying Saint Prestige all over his body was rolled up, and the mighty aura was overwhelming the three clans.

"Sure enough! It's a pity that Amitabha once said that even if the saints face the general trend of the three tribes, they have to retreat!" Zulong smiled coldly, and sacrificed the Chaos Orb to block Zulong's coercion: " The **** emperor was able to seal you back then, and I can wait as well today."

"It's a big deal!" The Qilin King smiled coldly. The Buddha's light around his body turned away, and he turned away the sacred majesty of Taotao: "Magic ancestor, now ten Huiyuan has passed, and my Dharma attainments are no longer as good as before. Supernatural powers have long condensed the supreme relic of Buddhism. Even if you have the avenue of heavenly demons, you can never enslave me."

"You have grown a little bit, but you have forgotten that I am no longer who I was!" Mozu smiled and shook his head, suddenly shot out with a palm, and grabbed the three ancestors as if covering the sky. In me! I asked you to see what is the power of a saint."

"Three tribes!" Zulong was suddenly excited. Without a word, he immediately gathered the racial tribe, shouted at the Qilin King and Fengzu, and then the three ancestors gathered in one place and suddenly greeted the demon ancestor with a palm of his hand. .

If the saint grasps the general trend of heaven, he is grasping the torrent of the great world, like the Yangtze River. Then the tribe's general trend, the will of the heavens converging, is like the mighty and endless sea.

Although the river is vast, how does it compare with the sea?

What's more, the Demon Ancestor is just a saint who has not really survived?

"Bang~"

One shot fell, the void rippled in layers, and the Demon Ancestor retreated, standing on a hill in the Kunlun Mountains, with black hair fluttering all over his body, and his eyes full of dignity: "Is this the general trend of the three clans? Even after the gods weaken, add The internal friction of the upper three races, the turmoil of the demons, and my previous suppressions, but still have such power! I led the demons to fight against the emperor, because both sides have general blessings, but I don’t think this general trend has anything to do with it. Mighty. Now that I have lost the blessings of the general trend, I have only realized the mighty power of the general trend. Sure enough, Amitabha was right. Even a saint, facing the general trend of the heavens, he has to retreat."

There was a solemn look in the eyes of the demon ancestor: "It's an incredible power!"

If the saint grasps the branch of a river in the heavenly path, then the racial trend is the boundless sea.

"The Demon Ancestor, I have already said that the era that belongs to you is over, you should stop early! If you now lead the Demon Race to withdraw from the extreme west and find a small dimensional world, you may still be able to survive and be decent. If you continue to be stubborn, I'm afraid that the time of death will not be far away!" The words of King Qilin were full of shame.

"Dog thief, the ancestor I was really blind back then, I didn't even see you so shameless, I only hate that I didn't slap you to death when I slapped you to death!" The words of King Qilin immediately made the devil's ancestor angry. Full of anger, the voice circulated murderously: "Do you really think you are waiting to eat me?"

"Mozu, don't have to struggle anymore. King Lin is right. If you retreat now, you can still retain a bit of the dignity of a saint. If you continue to be stubborn, I'm afraid you will lose all your face! You won’t be able to defeat me and so on. Under the general situation of Heaven’s Path, the Demon Ancestor’s tribe is just a bunch of ants. If you linger in a certain corner, I don’t want to wait too much. Now that I jump out, just wait. Die! Just take the opportunity to wipe out!" Zulong sacrificed the Chaos Orb, his voice full of deterrence.

"Haha!" The devil ancestor smiled strangely: "I really thought it would kill me? If in those days, your tribe hadn't been shopping in West Kunlun before, I might have no choice but to wait for the ancestor, but now?"

"Although the three tribes are powerful, I can actually restrain all races in the world!" The demon ancestor's black hair fluttered, and a divine light flashed in his eyes, revealing a grim smile: "Boy, just tell you to wait and see. What is the Avenue of the Heavenly Demon! What is the power of a saint?

When the words fell, I saw a black lotus on the center of the Demon Ancestor's eyebrows turned into black mist, spinning rapidly, and accompanied by a series of terrifying sound waves into the field, spreading towards the tribe army.

The voice was rather weird, like a man and not a man, a woman and a woman, an old but not an old, and a young but not a few.

What I thought in my mind, that sound wave should change in an instant.

"Vengeance for me!"

"Brother! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Mother~www.wuxiaspot.com~ killed General Fenghai of the Dragon for me! Killed General Fenghai of the Dragon for me!"

"Brother, kill the jade unicorn of the unicorn tribe for me!"

"Father, must take revenge for me!"

"Father, kill him! Kill all the unicorns! Kill all the unicorns!"

"Langjun, revenge for the concubine!"

"Father! Mother! The child does not want to die! The child does not want to die!"

I don't know why there are memories, but at this time, memories are out of thin air, emerging in the hearts of the billions of soldiers.

In an instant, a tragic spirit spread, and all the evil spirits gathered in the void, and the eyes of countless tribes of the three clans were congested, and then turned into a bright red.

"It can be called a horror!" Yang Sanyang watched from the sidelines and shivered as he watched the tribe army deep in the wonderland of the heavenly devil.