The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 282 The First Fall

"The Great Sage Chongming."

Wu Yong waved his finger lightly, and the essence of heavenly lead rose up into the sky, like golden clouds covering the moon, and in an instant it separated the two men from the group of immortals on the other side.

Although the battle between the immortals and saints was bound to break through the void and enter and exit the blue sky, the golden clouds covering the sun and escaping thousands of miles away when Wu Yong and his companions went back and forth still attracted the attention of those who were interested.

The Immortal Lord Qingwei frowned slightly, but before he could think too much, Prince Qiongming lowered his eyes, pointed his male and female swords, and directly collapsed the void. He tied the immortal rope around his waist, looked back and forth in the field, and fought in it.

Only Wu Yong and the other two were covered by layers of golden clouds in the void, and the divine spiritual light intertwined back and forth. Halfway through the battle, they actually stopped fighting and started to play against each other.

"I wonder if the spiritual officer has considered my previous proposal?"

Chongming crossed his arms and asked calmly.

"My way is not the way of God. Our ways are different, so we cannot work together."

Wu Yong shook his head.

The two Zhoutian worship methods were of course a favor from the Great Sage Chongming, but they were just icing on the cake. Even without these methods, he could get the methods of refining and nourishing spirits from the Taoist temple.

If you want to be extraordinary...

However, it is obvious that the Great Sage Chongming would not be so stupid.

He looked as if he had known this would happen, and nodded slightly in response to Wu Yong's refusal.

There was a gleam of light in the eyes of the Great Sage Chongming, and the Ancient Mountain Chongming appeared from nothingness. The Wanli Divine Realm forcefully tore open the world and sealed off everything in the void.

"The immortals in the Dao Court are very strong."

"But what if I tell you that in the chaos not far from this world, another high-level soldier from the wasteland is on his way?"

“Although Dao Court is powerful, it is only the greatest world that has risen in the past ten thousand years. After all, there is a slight gap between it and the other worlds in the Wilderness.”

His words were vague and it was unclear whether they were true or not.

Wu Yong did not dare to make a decision on his own.

"Don't doubt it. I will not fight in the Desolate Territory or in the Three Days, and I will not fight in your Dao Court just because you are a natural spirit of the Great Dao of the Gods."

"I just feel that after such a long time, it's time for the Desolate Territory to have an opponent."

"Only when the two yin and yang run parallel and the three pillars stand in a tripod, can the chaotic worlds feel more comfortable!"

Chuckling as he spoke, Chongming Great Sage threw the white wrist with the pearls of mountains and rivers towards Wu Yong, dropping a token into Wu Yong's palm.

"One hundred and thirty million miles east of this world, there are many worlds like nests, which are grouped into three thousand great worlds."

"In the ancient world of mountains and rivers, there is the mountain god Youyuan Chongming; there is the water god Pindai Lubo. The former is of little ability and was thrown into the wilderness, while the latter led all the earth gods and entered the Three Thousand Great Worlds. This is the message that the Three Thousand Great Worlds sent with the Northern Universe Divine Light a few days ago..."

"Anyway, you can do whatever you want!"

The Great Sage Chongming had a frown on his forehead and smiled at himself. His divine domain shrank to the extreme and instantly turned into a homogeneous golden light, which swiftly penetrated the endless cloud of heavenly lead essence, broke through the layers of obstacles, and rejoined the battlefield.

Wu Yong was left alone in silence, pondering how to interpret these words.

After a long time, the Prince Qiongming rode the male and female swords and flew thousands of miles to kill the saints. Suddenly, he felt frightened and immediately retracted the sword. He raised the Saoxia Fairy Robe to protect himself. His pair of vicissitudes of life eyes wandered around, searching for cause and effect.

To see through the wall, to observe cause and effect, and to know the future.

Finally, he frowned and turned sideways, sweeping away all the laws with his celestial light, and withdrew from the battlefield for a short time...

And at this moment, the battle is at its most intense.

As soon as Prince Qiongming, who had the highest level of Taoism and the most powerful magic weapon among the semi-immortals, retreated, the pressure on Fenghuang and Jinwu immediately increased.

Without the suppression of the male and female sword lights that flew thousands of miles like dragons, and also without the protection of the sweeping fairy light, the two were immediately suppressed by the ancestor Pan Wang who held an axe and used several mountain-splitting divine swords.

The remaining six immortals fought against the eight saints, and each had their own wins and losses.

When the saints were fighting each other, there was sometimes the god Zhuzhao who used his great magical power of alternating day and night to help them. In addition, the ways of these gods and demons were almost like rebirth by a drop of blood, making them extremely difficult to deal with. Even with thousands of magic tricks of the immortals, it was difficult to kill them.

Until the Immortal Lord Qingwei flew away and disappeared into the boundless world. Even the Immortals and Saints could not detect the slightest trace of him, so they did not pay too much attention to him and just regarded him as a famous immortal cultivator.

The great way of existence in the world is emptiness and nothingness. The Immortal Lord Qingwei travels between truth and illusion, reality and emptiness. The magical treasure on his fingertips - the Dan Fu flower - shines in front of people, like a red dragon emerging from the abyss, which is also hard to guard against.

The immortals and saints were fighting fiercely. The real dragon was furious. He held the emperor's seal and went straight to the emperor Jiang demon. Both of them were extremely powerful. When the true fire was raging in the battle, even ordinary immortals and saints could hardly get involved.

The real dragon was ferocious, and its immortal body was as indestructible as diamond. The Emperor's Seal repeatedly struck the wings of the demon god Dijiang, in an attempt to break its wings and remove its limbs. However, the mystery of the endless space was ultimately unable to harm its dragon essence. The body of the golden dragon was immortal.

True Dragon Way-Ancestral Dragon!

With the mighty form of a real dragon and the power of the immortal's Dharma body, Emperor Jiang could not bear it, and Zhu Zhao had no choice but to force himself to fight with the man with the real dragon emperor crown. The fight made the sun and the moon in this world rotate endlessly, but it was barely a 50-50 fight. The Great Scarlet Lord of Heaven raised his sword, and his anger ignited his immortal power. He rushed into the middle of the saints head-on, and the sword energy and immortal flames poured for 100,000 miles, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to sink to the south. The ten thousand worlds were annihilated, and the essence of the sky and the earth did not exist. The essence of the four symbols all gushed out from it, as if he wanted to re-train the earth, fire, and feng shui of this world.

All the immortals and saints fought to the death. Even the Immortal Lord Qingwei had a gloomy brow and cold eyes. He moved between heaven and earth, attacking the saints with his Danwen coins from the void until he finally broke through the opponent's defense circle.
In the vastness, he held a jade bottle in his bare hands and smashed the forehead of the black-gold scaled demon god with it, knocking it to the ground and falling into the clouds.

Before the immortals and saints could react, Immortal Lord Qingwei picked up the mutton-fat jade bottle and put the scaly-armored demon into it.

This sheep-fat jade bottle belongs to the innate, can produce innate divine water, has countless creations, and can also collect people, suppress demons, suppress ghosts, and capture monsters...

Looking at the Jade Purification Bottle in his arms, which was shaking slightly but whose movement was visibly decreasing, the Immortal Master Qingwei spoke softly:
"This treasure was used by the famous immortal of the ancient nine heavens. Anyone who enters this bottle, whether an immortal or a mortal, will turn into pus and blood within three quarters of an hour, and even the immortals cannot save them."

When the immortals and saints heard this and saw the amplitude of the vibration getting smaller and smaller, they knew that what he said was true.

In the chaotic battle between immortals and saints, the first one to fall is the Black Scale Great Saint!

This is not playing house in the chaotic world. Even as powerful as the Ancestral Blood Black Scale Clan, if they make a mistake, nothing will be left.
"The way of the immortal, the cultivation of the immortal, is to make good use of things and absorb all kinds of great power into one's own body."

"It's terrifying, it's really terrifying."

As the voice fell, the void in the sky shattered, and nine huge lion heads stretched out from the darkness at the same time, biting people at the same time. Yin Shiyue was not careful for a moment and was bitten by them for half of his body. Fortunately, he was able to escape by sacrificing his left arm and most of his shoulder.

However, the Nine-Spirit Lion Demon swallowed its ghost claw in one gulp, and the terrifying holy power directly digested it completely. Yin Shiyue's face suddenly turned pale, and he felt that part of the origin had completely disappeared.

Nine-headed lion spirit, descendant of Yuan Sheng!
Even if one of the saints is gone, the outcome of this war is still not optimistic.

The expression of Prince Qiongming, whose expression kept changing from gloomy to bright, startled Dugu Xian and Yin Shiyue, who had just been seriously injured.

"Wang Laojun, is there something wrong?"

Prince Qiongming, who can see through the walls of the world and know the past and the future, is a half-immortal, but even the immortals ask him about his principles from time to time.

If he frowned and looked unhappy, then I'm afraid there would be trouble...

"Hehe! No problem, Daoting will win this battle."

After his facial expression changed several times, the prince stroked his beard calmly and nodded firmly.

He then looked at Dayan, and saw that the ancestral energy was approaching, and his heart immediately calmed down.

With these words, the immortals felt more at ease. In addition, one of the ten gods and demons had been killed first, which could be considered a gratifying record.

The Chongming Mountain God in the distance just turned into golden light and fell back into the arena.

This return immediately led to questioning and siege by several gods and demons.

"Chongming? Are you used to working without putting in any effort?"

"Humph, you are afraid before the battle. If we were not fighting here, I would have killed you first!"

"Haha, all the wild cultivators in the world are like this. Forcing him to go up would just be courting death..."

In the wilderness, the strong prey on the weak, and blood is respected. Chongming is just a mountain god from a small world. He obtained the blood of the rhinoceros beetle by surrendering to the gods, and he clung to the great way of the mountain gods and earth gods. People have long been disgusted with him. In addition, when the war started, he picked up a half-immortal and fought further and further away. Who doesn't know why? At this moment, no one had a good word to say.

Chongming seemed to be accustomed to such situations and did not take these cold words to heart at all. He waved his sleeves and exerted his divine power, even forcing several gods and demons to take two steps back.

"If Dijiang and Zhuzhao want to ridicule me like this, I will accept it."

"You rubbish are nothing but reptiles and beasts that have lived a little longer."

"That spiritual official is a half-immortal, a god in heaven, and also practices the high-grade immortal way. He possesses several precious treasures and is a young celestial monarch. The long river of time of the immortal monarch above, if a branch is opened, it will surround him at any time."

"Pan Kou, Huai Yu, you two can go up and try it one-on-one to see if you will die in his hands in the end?"

Chongming crossed his arms across his chest and sneered at the saints of the Wilderness.

If it was before, he wouldn't even bother to refute it, but in this battle, it seems that the Wilderness is not that strong.

Even if they win this battle, the Wilderness Territory will probably suffer a major loss. In addition, the three thousand great worlds in the east seem to be joining the game as well!
As long as all the saints among them die, no, as long as seven out of ten of them die, the war in the eastern chaotic world will start again, and his ancient world of mountains and rivers may be...

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, but Chongming Dasheng still didn't say much.

At this moment, a ray of golden light came from afar, gathered the golden clouds for thousands of miles, and fell behind the immortals in a moment.

Is this the appearance of the god and the seed of the immortal?

Apart from her good looks, she's pretty ordinary otherwise.
The saints' gazes lingered on Wu Yong for a long time. The Nine Spirit Gods and Demons immediately stepped forward and said in a low voice:

"Humph, since he is a top-level immortal, we must do it to the utmost and not leave him any chance of survival. Chongming, you take over from me, and I will... crush him to death with my own strength!"

(End of this chapter)