The Great Talisman

"I originally wanted to leave this trick to Taiyi, but now that you are begging to die by yourself, then you can't blame me!" Xingjun Ziwei felt the fluctuations in the starry sky, and his heart was half-hearted for a moment. The madness, rolled up in his heart.

In the endless abyss, a black lotus slowly rises and falls, and an unpredictable voice resounds between heaven and earth: "Love and hatred, joy, anger, sorrow and joy, freedom and uncertainty, all are magical thoughts!"

What is a demon?

At the beginning of man, the heart of a pure child has no magical thoughts. It's not that the demon takes the initiative to invade someone, but the demon in your heart will provoke the demon.

Looking at that wave of volatility in the void, Emperor Ziwei was so desperate that he hated Taotao. The hatred of the demon ancestor, the hatred of Taiyi, and the hatred of Amitabha, at this time, it is as if the three rivers and five lakes are still water, and the hatred can not cut everything in front of him.

He was coaxed by the Mozu!

I really lost my wife and broke down!

In his soul, the nameless fire ignited, the heart demon rose, the killing thought rolled up, and then a black whimper in the emptiness, ignoring the time and space, ignoring the distance, appeared out of thin air in the soul of Emperor Ziwei, and the soul in the soul The demons merge into one.

Accompanied by the increase in anger and negative emotions in Xingjun Ziwei's heart, especially when he saw the diminishing emperor flow in the starry sky, his heartache was extremely painful.

The combination of the heart demon and the sky demon turned into a black lotus, a black lotus blooming leisurely. In that black lotus, the embryo was conceived, constantly devouring the negative emotions in Xingjun Crape Myrtle. Taking its joy, anger, sorrow as nourishment, the embryo metabolized in the black lotus, bursting apart, and a figure appeared in the shape of a demon ancestor.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Since you are begging to die by yourself, you can't blame me!" Emperor Ziwei stretched out his palm, and saw the starry sky rippling with layers of ripples, and his natal star, purple micro-star, descended, falling from nothingness, turning into a form There was an awe-inspiring purple Qi machine, that Qi machine was dyed with one hundred thousand stars, and the one hundred thousand stars instantly turned into one hundred thousand divine swords, converging in one place.

"The sword produces the world!"

Looking at that sword, Amitabha saw a hundred thousand worlds in a daze, and endless sentient beings were united in a city, and wanted to kill himself with all his heart.

"Come on to me!" Ziwei Xingjun cut down with a sword, and in the dark, he actually drove the will of heaven, and the will of heaven is like a sword, and even the saint can't stop it.

"The sword of the emperor! The sword of the heavens!" Amitabha finally changed color, put away the Seven Treasure Tree in his hand, and squeezed his palm in the void, but he saw a thirty-three-fold tall pagoda floating above his head.

He couldn't stop this sword!

However, the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower could block it!

A true saint came to spur the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, and the power is definitely not comparable to Yang Sanyang's three-legged cat.

"boom!"

Baoguang exploded and Amitabh broke through the barriers of the second and third heavens and stabilized his figure on the fourth heaven.

"It's a terrible sword! It's a pity, I have the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, you can't kill me!" Amitabh was shocked with a cold sweat behind him: "Imperial Avenue, horror!"

"Hehe, but I don't know, how many swords can you block me? The master in the heavenly palace, how many swords can you block me!" Emperor Ziwei looked mad, and a black lotus swirled in his eyes, constantly devouring the fire of desire and hatred in his heart. "Taiyi, you thief! If you dare to insult my beloved wife, I will die with you today!"

"The emperor has fallen into the devil's way and I don't know yet. If you look back at this time, maybe it is still too late!" Amitabhas the mysterious yellow pagoda on top of his head, with a rosary in his hand, scanning the star of Ziwei on the opposite side, and chanting the Heart Sutra: If Paramita... three hundred words are omitted here."

The sound of the scriptures was overwhelming, turned into a golden yellow character, and poured over the sky to the star of Ziwei.

Everywhere in the scriptures, the true gods of the great Luos listened carefully, fascinated, and only felt that they contained infinite principles of heaven. The preaching of saints is a great fortune for endless beings. But the sound of this great road fell in the ears of Emperor Ziwei, but it was like countless flies flying around him. I only felt upset. The nameless fire was rolled up, wishing to draw the sword to tear the world here, cut Destroy everything around.

"Noisy!" Ziwei Xingjun cut out with a sword, the Sanskrit sound was cut off as the sword light passed, and everything disappeared into nothingness.

The light of chaos burst, the ground, water, wind and fire rolled up, forcing Amitabha's chanting sound to stop the words, offering sacrifices to the heaven and earth Xuanhuang Linglong pagoda, and forcibly holding the sword of the Ziwei star.

He can't retire!

Behind him are the heavenly gods, the thirty-third heaven. If he retreats, I am afraid that the true gods of Da Luo will inevitably die.

"boom!"

The heaven and earth Xuanhuang Linglong pagoda bursts with divine light, and the mysterious yellow energy flowing in the divine light was cut off by the star of Ziwei. For the first time, the Xuanhuang Light, which had no stagnation in its operation, had stagnation and flaws.

Amitabha's chest was cut open, the golden light burst out, and there seemed to be an infinite world within it, and the endless chanting sound rolled up, pouring out like a flood in the sky.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Amitabha chanted the Buddha's name loudly, and saw a Buddha light burst out of nothingness. The beheaded body was restored intact once again, with no scars visible.

"Amitabha Buddha, the sword of Xingjun is indeed extraordinary. Unfortunately, the power of a saint is beyond your imagination. As long as you can't kill all my spirituality with a single sword, I can instantly recover. For me, Being stabbed by someone is no different from being pierced through the skin!" Amitabha smiled and shook his head: "Although Xingjun is an extraordinary sword, he wants to kill me, but it is more than one thing."

There are naturally some monks who can hurt saints in this world! Such as Taiyi, Ziwei Xingjun and other overlords. But if you say that the saint is killed in a second, that is simply a joke!

The saints gather the life style of the saints, and the true God Daluo can be resurrected after death, let alone a saint?

Heaven is immortal, and saints are immortal!

Even if it really died, you can still return!

"I don't believe it! I blame you for the immortal, who caused my concubine to be insulted by that too! Today, even if I ignite the origin, I will die with you, and drag your saint into the water!" The star of Ziwei looked mad and his eyes were dark. The lotus instantly condensed into essence, the vitality of the whole body continued to rise, and the innate immortal light began to sublimate.

In the Wuken starry sky, the purple star suddenly exploded with divine light, as if it were a big day, the awe-inspiring stars shining across the universe, and the great wilderness was soaked with lavender. That divine light, even if it is stronger than the sun and the moon, is actually even stronger.

Amitabha suddenly changed color: "You are crazy!"

How terrible is the ultimate sublimation?

Just look at the fate of the Demon Ancestor and the God Emperor, you will know!

"Crazy? Hahaha! Hahaha! What can you do if you are mad? What can you do if you are mad? If you don't have this bad breath, my ancestors are better off living than death! Even if I die, I have to wait for the funeral! You saint, tell you the thirty-third heaven to bury me!" Ziwei Xingjun is like a madman, and his voice is full of madness.

Seeing his fate exaggerated, it turned into a little streamer and flew out, like a spark, about to ignite the big fireball of purple star, suddenly only heard a cold female voice: "Enough!"

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to be filled with magical power, which actually calmed down the crazy Ziwei Xingjun.

The fate was fixed there, Ziwei Xing's brilliance was restrained, and then the fate returned to his body.

"Concubine Mi!" Looking at the blue figure flying from the depths of the palace that day, Xingjun Ziwei couldn't help but call out softly, and grabbed Concubine Mi's hands.

"Don't make trouble, let's be fooled by the devil ancestor, let's go back!" Concubine Mi looked at Xingjun Ziwei with a pair of eyes.

"Too little..."

"I said go back!" Concubine Mi interrupted Xingjun Ziwei, her eyes full of ice.

Looking up and down at Concubine Mi, Xingjun Ziwei swept across Amitabha and the gods of the heavenly palace in the distance, and then said: "Go back! Go back and talk about it!"

"This matter is endless!"

After speaking, he dragged Concubine Mi and led the Star God to return.

In the heavenly palace, only a mess was left, Amitabha shook his head when he saw this, his figure disappeared into the void.

Seeing this, the group of gods bowed to the place where Amitabha disappeared, and then began to clean up the mess on the ground.

Reckless

Terran Ancestral Land

Yang Sanyang raised his head to look at Wuken starry sky, the infinite star trajectory in his eyes, and the trajectory of the trillion galaxy continued to flow.

Mozu sat opposite Yang Sanyang. At this time, a game of chess was placed in front of the two of them, and the two were playing with each other.

"I can't figure it out, your real body has been sealed, and you are doing this now, for what!"

A dignified look appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and he swept across the gradually converging Purple Star, then looked at the opposite Demon Ancestor.

"That Wuken Abyss is too dark, ancestor, I also long for light, don't I?" Mozu smiled meaningfully.

"But I don't know, what is your purpose? Before, I thought you were going to provoke a war between the two clans, but now it looks like it doesn't look like it!" Yang Sanyang looked at the demon ancestor with bright eyes.

"Knowing too much is not a good thing, Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda was borrowed by Amitabha, you say... If I kill you at this time, how likely will you block it?" The Demon Ancestor looked quietly he.

Although the words were plain, Yang Sanyang felt the murderous intent.

The words of Mozu ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ are testing. If he is not careful, he will provoke a terrifying murderous intent, and will usher in a blow that the demon ancestor will kill.

"Really? I didn't have the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower before. You can't kill me as well?" Yang Sanyang took out a scroll from his sleeve and slowly placed it on the chessboard.

"Innate Treasure Taiji Picture!" Mozu's eyelids twitched, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then all his murderous intentions disappeared.

"You said, the big show in the starry sky, what should I do next?" The Demon Ancestor suddenly raised his head and looked at him with burning eyes.

"It depends on how Concubine Mi should choose! I don't know if Taiyi pushed Concubine Mi forcibly as I ordered!"

He remembered what Zhang Ailing said in his previous life: The shortest distance to a woman's heart is a woman's yin*.

"Are you so shameless and shameless? Teach Taiyi Overlord to bow?" The Demon Ancestor was taken aback.

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