The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 659 Tianjiao gathers together, the real great world!

“Roar!”

Above the sky, he asked for a long whistle, his long bloody hair dancing in the wind, twisting and roaring like a dragon and snake.

Yuan Tu Jian didn’t get out of his body, begging for the way, and grabbed the golden brush of the young woman in red.

The ancient characters with the fine pen nib are quite powerful with offensive power, but they can’t hurt seeking truth at all.

“Blast me!”

He shook it fiercely, the Houtian Lingbao-level golden pen was exploded, and the sound of poems disappeared. He squeezed the slender neck of the young woman in red.

With a click, the young woman in red had a direct comminuted fracture of her throat bone. Her eyes were raised and her pupils were filled with disbelief. The golden body was broken, leaving only three souls and seven souls.

“Go to hell!”

The mountain and river inkstone of the young woman in green slammed her head, with a bang, her arms stretched out, and a blood-robed sleeve robe shattered immediately, exposing his arms.

Qiudao raised the towering mountain and river inkstone with both hands, Houtian’s most precious treasure.

The muscles on his arms are fierce, like a coiled dragon lying horizontally, and his skin is metallic. His body, as if cast with copper water, gives people a sense of sight that can tear the world apart, which is terrifying.

“Back to you!!”

Qiudao held the Shanhe inkstone and yelled, and he threw his hands fiercely. The Shanhe inkstone was not controlled at all, and he slammed the young woman in green.

The young woman in green was full of control, but she was shocked to find that she could not master the inkstone in a short period of time, just because the power of seeking the way and throwing it out was too great.

“Boom!”

The young woman in green, was smashed into the golden body by the own mountain and river inkstone, three souls and seven souls rose to the sky, and then she was ready to return to Jiuxiao Mountain.

The same goes for Hun and Po of the young woman in red, wanting to go to Jiuxiao to avoid the final fatal blow.

“Want to run?!”

The begging hand was placed on the hilt of Yuantu Jian.

Cultivator Death, there is also the primordial spirit, the primordial spirit is destroyed, and the three souls and seven souls can also go to Samsara.

If the three souls and seven souls are gone, and there is no chance for Samsara, that would be the most desperate.

And Jiuxiao Mountain already has a large scale of luck, which is Long Qiuxue’s great merit in reshaping the Northern Wilderness.

Qi Luck is extremely mysterious, even if the cultivator soul is destroyed, as long as there are three souls and seven souls, you can reshape the soul and reshape the golden body. Of course, only Sage can have such a big deal.

But begging for advice, I am not going to let Hun and Po, the young woman and the young woman in green, return to Jiuxiao Mountain safely.

Just one inch of Yuantu Jian’s sword body, an indifferent voice came from the Nine Heavens Palace, Chaos Minor World.

“pass!!”

These two words are mighty, resounding through the six harmony and the eight wilderness, and the action of seeking the truth freezes.

In the end, the three souls and seven souls of the young woman in red and the young woman in green returned to Jiuxiao Mountain, and he changed into a blood suit again.

“Jiuxiao Shrine, Sage Jiuxiao, but you!”

“Within three days, if Bu Huanfu is going to fight with me, I ask for help and attack the mountain alone!!”

These two words shook the sky and the ground, and shocked and stunned the tens of thousands of cultivators onlookers.

“This young man who walked out of the Nether Blood Sea is really overbearing!”

“Such majesty of the shaman dragon emperor, Jiuxiao Divine Palace, really no one!”

“Where did Bu Feihua go? Why didn’t he come back? Jiuxiao Mountain looks like it has many disciples and looks very powerful, but not to mention the Zen Buddhism that has a billion Buddhist kingdoms, and it’s not even as good as elucidating and teaching.”

“It’s true, explain and teach the twelve golden immortals, which one did not come out to sweep the ants of the Jiuxiao Temple?”

On this day, the rhetoric of seeking Taoism spread in Honghuang.

The world was in an uproar, rumors and rumors spread, bringing the prestige of Jiuxiao Divine Palace to an extinction disaster.

“Attacking the mountain alone? Is this a joke or is the boy really going to do this?”

“Jiuxiao Mountain is divided into the front hall and the main hall. The front hall is where tens of thousands of disciples usually cultivation and live, and the main hall is the master sister Ye Dieyi and Dragon Emperor, including the chaos Minor World of the Dragon Emperor’s personal maid Life! ”

“It is impossible for Dragon Emperor to take action against that young man. There is too much involved in this, and the most important thing is that he can’t pull off Face!”

“So, attacking the mountain is a feat that will most likely occur, but that young man will destroy the front hall when he is up to the sky. break out!”

“There is The Netherworld, which is overshadowed by Tianjiao. If you want to attack the mountain alone, this is a big event!”

The world of great controversy, the golden age, this is an eventful autumn, Jiuxiao Mountain has been destroyed once, this is the second time, it is very likely that it will collapse again.

In the North Sea, the waves are overwhelming, the ocean is undulating, and the sea is raging. The endless huge killer whales are like hills after hills, and they are swallowed by a scorpion.

Every time that Kun opened his mouth, it looked like a black hole in the universe, which could swallow the sun, the moon, the stars, the heavens and the world.

“Boom!”

At this moment, Kun transformed into a powerful body, with a fierce atmosphere looming around him, as if returning from The Underworld.

“The step is extraordinary, let’s see if you can take the title of the first person in the previous Silver Age!”

Beast-like eyes opened and closed Yin & Yang two qi lingering, this Tianjiao-level young man, Xiao Kunpeng, went to the Northern Wilderness Jiuxiao Mountain on this day, ready to watch the battle.

In the Southern Wilderness, a head of ice Qilin smashed through thousands of miles of territory, and escaped from the hands of a quasi-sage with the Realm of Da Luo Jinxian’s primary level.

“Damn!!”

The colorful fairy skirt is swaying, Chaofeng’s blue silk is scattered, quite embarrassed.

She is the third son of The Nine Sons of the Dragon. She is now a realm of the quasi-sage. She hunted an ice Qilin, and even let the beast escape five times.

Chaofeng’s angry teeth itchy, but helpless.

Although I don’t want to admit it, this is a fact and Chaofeng has to accept it.

That ice Qilin’s talent is more terrifying than her Chaofeng, Yazi, and even The Nine Sons of the Dragon’s eldest prisoner Niu, that is, when Long Qiuxue was young.

That kind of talent is already beyond the scope that Chaofeng can understand.

“That brute went in the direction of Jiuxiao Mountain?!”

Chaofeng is speechless, this head of ice Qilin is really a lively master.

She had heard about the siege of Jiuxiao Mountain by seeking the Tao, and although her mood was upset, she would not care about it.

At the same time, he walked slowly and slowly on an official road.

He was anxious and wanted to go to a big showdown with Qiu Dao immediately, but he resisted it.

Nine Heavens Palace is still too fragile. It needs to experience a stormy baptism. Those tens of thousands of disciples must experience a lesson of blood and tears to be motivated to grow.