Chapter 318 The storm is rising
On Mount Buzhou, the sound was trembling as if a heartbeat was heard.
If Chen Zhu heard this sound, he would definitely know what it was.
That is the place of suppression under Mount Buzhou.
Originally, there were countless fragments of Chaos Gods and Demons under the suppression ground, but now, all of them were thrown out by the beating of the heart!
"Not here."
Hongjun came to the rift and looked inside. "Although there is the Father's heart here, it is not beating."
"Boom...boom..."
The sound seemed to be magical and was not coming from the foot of the mountain.
"If it's not at the foot of the mountain, then it's at... the top of the mountain?"
A great god came over, it was the great god Kunpeng.
"I have just walked across the entire Buzhou Mountain at a very fast speed, and I did not find the second crack."
He said solemnly: "Such an incident happened in Buzhou Mountain, it must be something very important!"
He was not in a good mood to begin with, and now he was in an even worse mood.
Kunpeng doesn't like variables, but now it is obviously a variable.
"Why didn't fellow Taoist Zulong Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin come?"
The great god Suzaku looked around but did not see the three persons.
"Those three should be enjoying great fortune now."
Taotie Patriarch came over and answered: "We don't have many innate gods. Since those three have no intention of worrying about Buzhou Mountain, we will take a closer look."
He half-jokingly said, "Who knows, maybe we can encounter a great opportunity?"
Zhuquezu did not answer, but looked at the mountain worriedly.
“I always feel that this matter is not that simple.”
He hoped that his feeling was wrong, but looking at the faces of everyone here, it was obvious that this premonition was not far wrong.
"The God of Prediction died too early."
Hongjun sighed and said, "Now that none of the three tribes have come, we will stay on this mountain to prevent any accidents from happening."
"The Great God of Peace didn't come either."
At this moment, Zhuque said something that made everyone look unhappy.
They seem unwilling to get involved in Mount Buzhou.
"Fellow Daoist Taiping has been busy dealing with the Taiji Patriarch recently."
Hongjun sighed slightly: "I will guard the bottom of Buzhou Mountain, you can go and have a look at other places."
They separated and looked around, little knowing that creation had already occurred at this time.
On the Moon, the face of the God Tai Su suddenly turned red for no reason, and his eyes were actually stained with bloodshot.
"uh-huh!"
She groaned, feeling confused and her back cold, as if a catastrophe was about to happen.
"how so?"
Tai Su talked to himself, and after thinking for a moment, he still couldn't find the answer.
He felt as if his eyes were blinded by something, and all the laws of heaven and earth were approaching him with joy.
So paradoxically, this seems to be a benefit that comes right to your lips.
Tai Su didn't dare to swallow it. He had a hunch that his contact with these great ways would be enough to allow him to enter the Yuan Realm, and maybe even the Wuji Realm.
But He remembered what His Father had said:
There is no free lunch in the world, including breakfast, dinner and supper.
Any benefit that appears before your eyes means that there is an equivalent price hidden in the dark, waiting for you to fall into the trap and then... eat it up in one bite!
Tai Su had self-awareness and knew that this was not a simple matter, so he grabbed the Tai Su Dusk God and left the Taiyin Star.
The calm before the chaos was like a sign before a tsunami. At this moment, all the naturally born sacred beings frowned deeply.
In Wuzhuang Mountain, an ancient Taoist temple has been renovated, and the roots of the grass-returning elixir have taken root in the backyard, absorbing the earth's veins.
Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun both looked up and gazed at Mount Buzhou.
You can see Mount Buzhou from everywhere. It is huge, majestic, and reaches from heaven to earth!
"Those innate gods have gone, fellow Daoist, you and I should go too."
After thinking for a while, Patriarch Hongyun said, "This is about Father God's pillar of support. You and I shouldn't be here to watch the show."
"Wait a little longer, I'm about to enter the Wuji realm."
Zhen Yuanzi closed his eyes and shook his head: "If there is really anything, it won't be too late for you and me to go then."
Hongyun endured it and had to give up.
In the Fantasy Dragon Clan, Jin Wuchou raised his head alertly.
"Master, something has happened at Mount Buzhou."
He held the immortal sword in his hand, and his whole body was shaking unconsciously.
"I feel like I was shocked by something, and my sword drawing was affected."
He used to be the master of swordsmanship, so any sign that he had difficulty drawing his sword was definitely not a good thing.
The whole world could smell the fishy smell of the wind.
Qishu closed his eyes and sensed: "The luck has not fluctuated much, there shouldn't be any major changes that will affect all living beings."
He comforted her, "We have just experienced an infinite number of disasters. Even if another disaster arises between heaven and earth, it will not be of an infinite degree."
"No grudges, just relax and practice with peace of mind."
"Ah."
Jin Wuchou nodded, but still felt uneasy.
"I'll go find Qingying and ask her if she has any opinions."
That’s Mount Buzhou.
Mount Buzhou has not changed much in the entire six immeasurable kalpas.
The current violent vibrations and the sound of heartbeats are unusual.
Even if Luohou pierced Mount Buzhou, there would not be such a big noise.
It's like... it's like...
In a misty space, the world is shrouded in darkness.
In the darkness, something sounded and cracked.
"Click..."
The sound was like a glacier in the cave cracking, and a slender and perfect toe gently poked out.
Then came His calves, thighs, and the uncovered body. He was naked, but the darkness slowly covered him.
"Why is my cocoon vibrating?"
A low, neutral voice sounded, and a pair of wings behind the god slowly spread out, like a butterfly that had just emerged from its cocoon.
The huge wings flickered, and the one who appeared at this time was the Cocoon God.
After experiencing wind and rain, and enduring suffering for countless kalpas, He has finally transformed again, from the original four transformations to the current five transformations.
After the fifth transformation, the avenue trembled and the darkness could not bear the body of the being before it.
Within the Cocoon God's periphery, He is the first living being in the immeasurable kalpas, without gender, and his appearance and body are both exquisite.
If I have to say it, it is... divinity!
He seemed to be moving towards Buzhou Mountain, where there were several obvious cocoon paths.
It’s like the whole mountain has become a cocoon, nurturing the things inside.
"He needs the law of creation..."
The cocoon god frowned and through the perception of the cocoon path, he understood what Buzhou Mountain needed.
It was a very special feeling, different from any previous perception, very special.
"Fate...is not good!"
The cocoon god raised his eyelids and rushed towards Taiyin quickly. The next moment, a black and white washed over Taiyin, dispersing the heavy rain of Taiyin True Water.
"Be bold!"
"Who is coming to Taiyin to cause trouble? Don't you know where this place is?"
The Taiyin Patriarch shouted and walked out. It turned out that he had been on this star all the time.
However, this was the first time that someone dared to be so rude and impolite on Taiyin.
"Huh, so it's you."
The Taoist Taiji looked indifferent: "I let you run away last time, but it turns out you have been hiding here all this time!"
"It's you!"
Taiyin Patriarch was shocked: "You lunatic, how did you know I was here?"
He had just been severely injured by the Taoist Taiping not long ago, and now he had met the Tai Chi Patriarch again. I'm afraid he would be in great danger.
"This old ancestor is not here to see you."
However, the Tai Chi Taoist who had already obtained the Taiyin Avenue did not attack suddenly, but bypassed him.
"I'm not here to find you."
He snorted coldly and walked away from here, looking for that special feeling.
Intuitively, the Dao principles that he still needed to obtain were on this lunar planet.
"I heard that there used to be an innate god on the moon. Why can't we see him now?"
Black and white washed over the lunar star. The Tai Chi Patriarch walked around but did not notice the location of the innate god.
He came to the Tai Su sacred tree and saw the fruit that was still in the process of gestation. The luck of the entire Tai Yin was flowing through this sacred tree and its fruit.
Heaven and earth would not allow him to take action on this fruit.
The Taoist Taiji sneered: "Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I can still find you!"
As long as it exists, there will be clues.
Through these clues, the Tai Chi Taoist can find the existence of the other party, just like the Taiyin ancestor in front of him.
"Humph!"
Taiyin snorted coldly. It was a great shame and humiliation that he was ignored by Taiji.
Isn't it just that she entered the Wuji realm first? She was also a sacred being born in this world, so her background was not bad. The only thing she lacked was her luck...
The Taoist of Taiyin looked towards the prehistoric world, and realized that his own luck was not covered by the entire Taiyin Avenue.
Under the Great Dao, luck is divided into three parts: one belongs to the Queen of Taiyin, one belongs to the True Lord of Taiyin, and the remaining one belongs to her, the Taiyin Taoist.
The Taoist priest of Taiyin gritted his teeth, stood up and used his magic power to take back his own luck.
"Now that I can't catch up with Tai Chi, and the Wuji God is unwilling to take care of me, it's time to let go of my generosity."
She stood up and left Taiyin Star, but she wanted to plunder all the luck that belonged to her.
She wasn't the only one who thought this way.
As Mount Buzhou was shaking, everyone's attention was drawn and many sacred beings became restless.
Luck is a good thing, and everyone is becoming more and more aware of this. No one is willing to let it go, and everyone is trying to find ways to obtain luck.
The Tai Chi Taoist creates the Wuji realm with the luck of the times.
The three tribes jointly raised their ancestor with their vigorous energy.
Not to mention that the luck of the West has condensed, and the Taoist Jie Yin quietly stepped into the Wuji Realm from it.
Everyone was taking action, and Ancestor Xinhui arrived at a large swamp without knowing when.
Here, the sky and the earth are indistinguishable, the water and the sky are one, it is a magical place.
Everything can see itself clearly here.
Patriarch Xinhui took a few steps forward and frowned.
Ten real dragons were seen stationed in the center of the swamp. The cultivation of these ten real dragons was at the level of earthly immortals, and they were definitely the top combat power hidden among the dragon clan.
His original target was the Lord of Jingze, but now it seems that there are still obstacles.
"This is a great opportunity. Everyone's attention is on Mount Buzhou..."
He pondered, wondering when the next opportunity like this would come. After all, the gods were now vaguely aware of him, and if they discovered that he had done this, his prestige would be damaged.
Ten real dragons are lying on Jingze, and they still like to move around in dragon form.
Such a body can maximize one's innate abilities.
"Ding ~"
At this moment, a figure in white appeared under Jingze and knocked on Daze.
The ten real dragons were all startled and quickly lowered their heads: "Ancestor Bai Ze, are you awake?"
"Pay attention, trouble is coming, if you want to escape, run away quickly."
Bai Ze sighed, stood in the swamp and looked into the distance.
There was clearly no one there.
He said, "Daoyou, you came here so early. I guess you have been planning this for a long time, right?"
"Bai Ze, you are originally an innate god, why do you want to take this bit of wisdom light?"
Ancestor Xinhui walked slowly towards us, and every step he took caused changes in Jingze.
The world around him turned blood red, that was the murderous intent of Patriarch Xinhui.
Mirror Ze presents the deepest desires of the human heart.
"Fellow Daoist, I ended up here because of fate and destiny. I didn't know it at first."
Bai Ze was originally a true god of auspiciousness. Now he was reborn and reborn, occupying this vast swamp.
He had originally lost his memory, but the Milky Way in the sky was reflected in the mirror, allowing Bai Ze to practice the Three Flowers Method unknowingly.
With the help of these ten real dragons day and night, the dragon clan wants to invite him back to the Dragon Court.
"Not good..."
The dragon clan among the earthly immortals are disciples of the Three Caves in Jingzhe Mansion, practicing the way of sacrifice. Now his expression changed and he quickly took out the altar from his arms.
"Brothers, quickly protect me and offer sacrifices to the Emperor!"
They did not retreat, but wanted to protect Bai Ze.
"Let's go."
Bai Ze shook his head: "Ancestor Xinhui has come in person, you can't stop him even if you are ten times more powerful."
He walked under the Mirror Lake and saw only the reflection but not the real person. It turned out that the conception was not yet complete.
Patriarch Xinhui stretched out his hand and said, "I'm sorry, fellow Daoist, I can't take Jie Yin away, so now I can only start with you."
Three rays of true wisdom light descended from the Avenue of Wisdom, and the Taoist master Jie Yin received the Qi of Geng Jin from the West and took that path.
The mind of Patriarch Xinhui fell and then received another one.
Now Bai Ze's Fu Ze Dao takes over this last one.
The fight between them is a fight to the death, and there is no possibility of easing.
No one gives up voluntarily. Destiny, status and luck are there.
The dragon who was about to pray at the altar trembled but remained steadfast.
Patriarch Xinhui stretched out his hand and wiped it: "Don't be smart in front of me. You can't light the altar."
The altar where the sacrificial path is condensed, the things on which the sacrificial path is carried cannot burn, and the incense is destined to be silent.
However, contrary to Patriarch Xinhui's expectations, the altar seemed to be spiritual. After hearing these words, it quickly began to burn, and wisps of smoke floated into an unknown place in the air.
"The high priest has appeared!"
The earthly immortal dragon was so moved that he shed tears: "Master has shown his power. I am using the incense that Master gave me. Master! You are still protecting me!"
He is a disciple of Sankudong and he is proud of his identity.
Such a sudden change even surprised the old ancestor Xinhui.
"He is just a dead innate god, yet he is still able to act like a demon and challenge me."
He snorted coldly, but took the initiative to cut off the incense before it burned far away.
"Don't even think about it!"
Ten real dragons blocked the way of Ancestor Xinhui:
"As long as we are alive, no one can cut off the incense of the high priest!"
"Your high priest has been replaced a long time ago!"
Ancestor Xinhui snorted coldly and brought down a palm. The divine light directly made these real dragons tremble and become shaky.
They all covered their chests and coughed up blood, and their hearts stopped beating.
The spiritual light in the heart is suppressed. This is the power of the Yuan Realm. The so-called Earthly Immortal Realm is simply ridiculous.
Bai Ze sighed upon seeing this, and said to Patriarch Xin Hui who was about to kill him:
"Fellow Daoist, don't make the mistake. The dragon race is more than just a race. Be careful that the Ancestral Dragon and the Thunder Demon Ancestor will join forces to kill you."
After hearing this, Patriarch Xinhui finally stopped and did not continue fighting.
"You are kind-hearted. If you had known this would happen, wouldn't it be better to just kill yourself and give up your luck?"
He reached out to Bai Ze's reflection in the mirror, joy hidden in his eyes.
Bai Ze is almost in our hands.
With Bai Ze's true light of wisdom, the luck of the great way of wisdom is concentrated on himself, and with the luck of the spiritual path, he has the confidence to step into the realm of Wuji.
At this level, he has already touched that door.
However, at this moment, the incense burning on the altar outlined the outline of a deity.
The moment he appeared, the hairs all over Xinhui's body stood up:
"You...you are dead!"
The image outlined by the incense made the ten hearts stop beating and the dying real dragons cry.
"This is Master coming here to protect us!"
The incense was bestowed by the master, and now that they lit it, it actually attracted the appearance of the High Priest of Dragon Court.
"Master! I feel so ashamed!"
They bowed their heads and kowtowed. Even if they had no strength left in their bodies, they would use their spiritual power to support their dragon bodies and kowtow devoutly.
Patriarch Xinhui observed carefully and finally understood after a while.
"Humph, it turns out that this is just the appearance formed by the faith after death. You are still dead after all."
He breathed a sigh of relief, but then a look of shame and anger appeared on his face.
I was actually scared by a fake body. It was such a shame and humiliation.
"Now, none of you can escape!" He was filled with murderous intent and slapped down again in a dignified manner.
This time, we must completely cut off the spiritual light of all living beings here!
"when!"
The man offering incense to the god raised his hand to block the palm of Patriarch Xinhui, but he couldn't suppress the palm.
However, the incense is quickly becoming transparent, but it lives up to its rich flavor.
"It's just a fake body after all. Let's see how many blows you can block!"
When Patriarch Xinhui struck down with his second palm strike, the incense completely dissipated.
"Master!"
The real dragon wailed, its eyes bloodshot, and it was determined to kill ancestor Xinhui at all costs!
"Assholes, you immature lucky ones, I will avenge my master even if I die today!"
It was originally led by Patriarch Xinhui, who caused the death of the high priest and the disciples of the Three Caves lost their master.
Now, it is this old ancestor Xinhui who has harmed his master's body again. If he does not avenge this, he is not worthy of being a dragon son!
The ten real dragons shared the same hatred and none of them chose to escape.
Fear was covered by anger. These dragons that survived the last endless calamity still had murderous aura in them!
"Roar!"
The dragon roars, the earth immortal fights desperately!
However... reality is cold and cruel. Ancestor Xinhui silently unscrewed the faucets one by one and threw them aside.
"No matter how unwilling you are, if you are not as skilled as others, you will have no choice but to die."
The words of Patriarch Xinhui were spoken to these dragons, and also to himself.
If Bai Ze didn't die, he would not be able to enter the Wuji realm and would become like these dragons.
Even though there is only a gap in realm, it seems like an insurmountable gap.
(End of this chapter)