If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 147 Heaven Opens Its Eyes! The Power of Heaven and Earth!

"What... realm is this...?"

Beneath the thunderclouds, Lu Baitian, standing atop the magical artifact, was filled with fear. He gazed at the mother tree of the Epiphyllum and muttered to himself.

If he, at the ninth level of the Integration Realm, was in such a state, what about those with lower cultivation levels?

The Tai Xuan Sect disciples below felt as if they were being crushed by a thousand-pound weight, and they began to fall, which forced their formation to dissipate.

"What exactly are we facing..."

"Impossible...impossible...could the Ephemeral Flower Sect really have immortals?"

"What should we do... Is there really no chance of winning?"

"We still have the Sword Master Fudao. Perhaps there's a glimmer of hope if he arrives..."

While the disciples of the Tai Xuan Sect still held onto a sliver of hope, other sects were plunged into utter despair.

The Taoist Tian Shu of Sanqing Mountain looked at the mother tree of the Epiphyllum flower, his face pale. He tried to calculate with his fingers, but no matter how he calculated, he could not find any hope.

"They can't escape their fate..."

Daoist Tian Shu muttered to himself, his righteous aura beginning to dissipate.

As Jing Tu Xian's terrifying aura enveloped the Tai Chen Dynasty, the morale of the cultivators from the nine dynasties instantly collapsed.

Some still refused to give up, and the Xuanxin Realm cultivators of the Cangtian Sect continued to fight to the death, demonstrating the leadership spirit of the leader of the Nine Dynasties Alliance.

An Hao and Wu Jue were flying at high speed. Their cultivation levels were low, so for a time, no one stopped them. They quickly flew into the Wanji Forest, wanting to rescue those who had become sacrifices. However, as soon as they landed, wisps of blood energy quickly wrapped around their feet.

Before they could react, the runes beneath their feet burst forth with astonishing blood-red light, rapidly spreading and sweeping across the Tai Chen Dynasty at an incredible speed. All living beings within the Tai Chen Dynasty's territory were frozen in place, including the great cultivators in the air.

Those Xuanxin Realm cultivators were also suppressed. Although they could still move, their movements were extremely slow, like fallen leaves floating in the air. This floating speed made those Xuanxin Realm cultivators who wanted to escape feel desperate.

They suddenly felt that the Taichen Dynasty was boundless!

On a precipice, Li Xuandao, Lü Xian, Yi Liuyun, and a group of imposing cultivators who were watching were all frozen in place.

"What is this thing?" a cultivator cried out in terror as he looked at the mysterious blood lines wrapped around his legs.

He tried to struggle, but he couldn't break free at all. What made him most desperate was that he could feel his control over his body disappearing.

Lu Xian looked down, his eyes wide with surprise.

Li Xuandao gazed into the distance, his expression calm, as if he were not afraid of this great calamity at all.

"This is the Six Paths Mahayana Formation, which requires the great power of the Mahayana realm to activate. Do you know what the Mahayana realm is?"

Jing Tu Xian's voice rang out, chilling the heavens and earth.

Upon hearing this, Li Xuandao's eyes began to flicker.

the other side.

While Lu Lingjun was in the air, she was also entangled by mysterious blood lines that appeared out of nowhere and were impossible to defend against.

The White Spirit Demon Emperor beneath her feet wailed, "We're doomed!"

Lu Lingjun looked at the mother tree of the Epiphyllum, and she could see a figure stepping out from the dark crevice.

It was Jing Tu Xian!
His black clothes billowed violently, the cuffs and hem ripped, making his robes look like black flames. A ferocious smile appeared on his pale face, looking down on all living beings. Two demonic marks on his forehead were vividly lifelike, as if they could burst out of his forehead at any moment.

Rumbling--

The earth trembled violently, and a blood-red light curtain rose from the Silent Forest, making the sparse trees appear as insignificant as weeds.

More and more cultivators from the Ephemeral Flower Sect descended, kneeling on the ground and staring at him with fervor.

"Why doesn't the Sword Master Fudao of the Taixuan Sect show himself?"

"Where are you chanting scriptures, you immortal Taoist of Sanqing Mountain?"

"Didn't someone from the Cangtian Sect boast that crushing the Tanhua Sect wouldn't be difficult?"

"Why don't you all show yourselves? If you don't come soon, all these millions of living beings will enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation and help me become an immortal!"

Jing Tu Xian's voice rang out one after another, each sentence extinguishing the hope in the hearts of the cultivators of the Nine Dynasties, and more and more people fell into despair.

His blood-red eyes reflected the illusion of the epiphyllum flower. Behind him, the mother tree of the epiphyllum opened its mouth and spat out a huge epiphyllum flower, which then flew to his feet and carried him away.

As he ascended into the sky, everyone in the Tai Chen Dynasty felt their life force being drained away, a feeling that intensified their despair.

Gu An, far away in Xuan Valley, was secretly alarmed.

This guy has a really strong aura!

I feel that my cultivation level is almost comparable to the ninth level of the Mahayana realm!
Fortunately, I broke through ahead of schedule, and even reached the ninth level of the Nirvana Realm.

Gu An's divine sense locked onto the Mysterious Immortal.

With the blessing of his magical power, the Mysterious Immortal's speed far exceeded that of before, and he was already close to the Tai Chen Dynasty.

Xuanmiao Zhenren also heard Jing Tuxian's voice. He was extremely anxious and had never felt so slow before.

"Mountain God! It's too late!"

Master Xuanmiao roared in his heart, his arms trembling as he gripped the wooden figure of the mountain god tightly.

"If there's no time, then throw it." Gu An's voice reached his ears.

Upon hearing this, he immediately threw the wooden figure in his hand forward.

The wooden figure left his hand and flew away less than two breaths before it suddenly burst forth with terrifying speed, transforming into a streak of azure light and hurtling towards Wanji Forest with unstoppable force.

Almost instantly, Jing Tu Xian sensed something and turned to look at the horizon.

Lu Lingjun was right in Jing Tuxian's line of sight. Facing his gaze, the ascended being's heart trembled, and the White Spirit Demon Emperor beneath her feet shook violently. In a daze, Lu Lingjun seemed to sense something and subconsciously turned her head.

Time seemed to stand still. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a blue rainbow, and she vaguely saw a small figure inside it.

Struggling, An Hao turned his head and saw a streak of blue light rushing towards him, passing overhead at an incredible speed.

Li Xuandao, standing on the cliff, saw a streak of blue light flash across the horizon, and he felt a sense of dizziness.

Amidst the despairing gazes of millions of sacrifices, a streak of azure light pierced the dim sky, bringing its radiance into their eyes.

Jing Tu Xian's reaction far surpassed that of everyone else in the Tai Chen Dynasty. He raised his hand to block, and terrifying spiritual power formed black light, forcefully blocking the cyan rainbow.

His expression changed slightly, and he said in a cold voice, "Great Ascension Realm, who are you?"

Within the azure rainbow, a small wooden figure twisted its body, facing Jing Tu Xian.

The little wooden figure pointed at Jing Tu Xian.

Jing Tu Xian's eyes narrowed, and his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist. A terrifying black light formed a demonic claw, intending to crush the little wooden figure.

boom!
A massive beam of cyan light suddenly shot out from the horizon behind the little wooden figure, engulfing Jing Tu Xian at an incredible speed.

too fast!
Jing Tu Xian, who was standing at the peak of the Mahayana Realm, had no time to react!

The majestic Epiphyllum mother tree was instantly pierced by the blue beam of light, its trunk quickly turning into ashes. The thunderclouds in the sky were directly dispersed, and the bright sky suddenly burst into the eyes of all living beings, causing countless people to subconsciously close their eyes.

The blue light surrounding the little wooden figure then dissipated.

The world fell silent.

The great cultivators of the Nine Dynasties and the great cultivators of the Ephemeral Flower Sect all stared dumbfounded in the direction of the Ephemeral Flower Mother Tree, watching its trunk gradually disappear, their minds blank.

The little wooden figure turned upside down, its body trembling slightly.

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted!

The earth shattered, and countless trees burst forth, hurtling towards the cultivators of the Ephemeral Flower Sect at breakneck speed. Those profound mind realm cultivators instinctively tried to escape, but were instantly entangled by the trees.

Outside the Six Paths Mahayana Formation, trees rose up continuously, as if tree walls were rising from all directions.

The cultivators of the Ephemeral Flower Sect inside the formation changed their expressions drastically. They all leaped up, trying to jump over the tree wall, but as soon as they took flight, they were entangled by the vines and pulled into the tree trunk.

"Do not--"

"What is that! Who is it?!"

"Master, save me!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Countless shouts and screams erupted, plunging the land into despair.

The cultivators from the Nine Dynasties were also fleeing in panic, but they soon discovered that the vines and trees bypassed them and were only targeting the cultivators of the Ephemeral Flower Sect.

The Celestial Pivot Daoist of Sanqing Mountain floated in the air, looking down at the earth. Vast dust rose like an ocean, boundless and seemingly covering the entire human world. The trees resembled soaring azure dragons, mysterious and desolate, shocking the vision and perception of this Xuanxin Realm cultivator.

He could not imagine the immense power this possessed.

It was as if heaven and earth were punishing the Ephemeral Flower Cult!

Not only him, but all the Xuanxin Realm cultivators of the Nine Dynasties were gazing at this shocking scene. No matter how high they flew, they could not see the end of the sea of ​​trees. The entire land was submerged by dust waves, with only countless trees growing and raging.

Lu Lingjun stared blankly at the scene, unable to believe her eyes.

"The power of heaven and earth... Heaven has opened its eyes!" the White Spirit Demon Emperor exclaimed excitedly. The blood lines on its body began to dissipate, and it regained control over its demon body.

On a mountaintop in the Beihai Mountains, Gu An stood on a cliff, facing the wind, exuding the air of an immortal.

The wooden figure given to Xuanmiao Zhenren was merely a misdirection, making Jing Tuxian mistakenly believe that the visitor was only a Mahayana Realm cultivator. Gu An used the magic power on the wooden figure to remotely lock onto Jing Tuxian, and then used all his strength to instantly kill Jing Tuxian.

It was psychologically thrilling, but the process was very short!

A series of prompts flashed before Gu An's eyes, and he shifted his right foot slightly.

Ten thousand miles away, within the Tai Chen Dynasty, the vast sea of ​​trees came to a standstill, each tree resembling a mountain ridge, awe-inspiring to all living beings of the dynasty.

Gu An turned around, and a strong wind blew up, ruffling his black hair. He walked into the woods and disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never appeared.

the other side.

The Mysterious Immortal is still rushing to the Tai Chen Dynasty at full speed.

As he flew into the border of the Tai Chen Dynasty, his speed began to slow down. He stared wide-eyed, awestruck by the gnarled trees ahead, each taller than a mountain.

"Could this be the power of the mountain god?"

Xuanmiao Zhenren slowly descended and landed on a cliff. Just like Gu An before him, he stood on the edge of the cliff, with a strong wind blowing towards him.

Unlike Gu An's calm demeanor, his face was filled with shock.

His eyes held both surprise and awe.

He suddenly felt a deep sense of lingering fear.

He offended the mountain god so much, yet the mountain god tolerated him.

The small mountain god and the magnificent scene before him created a strong contrast, stimulating his mind.

He slowly knelt down, his knees less than five centimeters from the edge of the cliff.

"To be a slave for life... it turns out to be my honor..."

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