Chapter 212 The List of Gods (Part 2)

Zhang Sanfeng frowned, and his right hand was pushed out. All of them were gathered from the inner real energy, forming a golden palm that roared out and slashed at the countless black lightnings. With a loud bang, Zhang Sanfeng's golden palm print was smashed to pieces. His whole body was like thunder, and he was struck back for more than ten miles. The ancestor Wuya just shook his body slightly and looked at Zhang Sanfeng's distant figure with a ferocious face. "Your Taoism is still far from being good, Zhang Sanfeng, can you scare us if you say a few big words?"

Yiqi Zhenren screamed: "My fellow practitioners, let's go, ignore this old madman." Suddenly, the overseas cultivators flew up one after another and continued to move forward. No one noticed, and the two of them flew secretly at the end. The two of them also restrained their originally brilliant sword light into a dim light, like two ordinary cultivators.

Zhang Sanfeng flew back to the strange young people, patted his butt helplessly, slapped the dust on it, and cursed: "Old madman, I have no choice, you can do it. The old madman can't get involved in the matter here. I'll go to Wudang Mountain, otherwise my group of disciples will be killed. Be good, a hundred thousand army, that boy Zhu Di is really merciless."

The young man with a third eye on his forehead smiled gently, nodded and said, "Zhang Zhenren, please do whatever he wants. For the fortune of the world, God should have recorded this contribution. The true man's passion and heart, great kindness and righteousness are the ones who practice Taoism..."

Zhang Sanfeng rolled his eyes, patted his butt and left, too lazy to listen to his long-lasting words. "You are all seniors of three to five thousand years old, why do you still speak so eloquently? It sounds uncomfortable. Damn, it's like my ragged apprentices flatter me. What an ancient way of being warm-hearted is all bullshit!" As he spoke, he had already gone far away with a golden light.

Several young men looked at Zhang Sanfeng away with embarrassment. A young feather with a beautiful jade inlaid on his forehead smiled bitterly: "This Zhang Sanfeng, Zhenren Zhang, is really like his nickname. Hey, it is true that we have practiced Taoism for thousands of years, but we are not as good as him to see through and see through." However, he quickly changed the topic: "However, if we were like him, we saw through everything and cursed at our disciples, we may not have the dignity of Kunlun."

The three-eyed man smiled bitterly, with helpless expressions: "Forget it, Zhenren Zhang is a righteous person and a great blessing. Don't talk about him anymore, let's solve the matter here first. Friends, you must see it right then. Once the Nine Dragon Heavenly Fire Formation is activated, the Daluo Golden Immortal cannot escape. In this case, the killing is too heavy, and it is probably not good for my Taoist fortune. So I plan to leave a hole. Anyone who has not been stained with too much blood on both hands, I will let him leave. How about it?"

Several young people nodded repeatedly and praised him: "Miusi, that's it. Master Guying, only your magic weapon can split the power of the Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Formation, only you can do this." When a breeze blew, the few people disappeared without a trace. Their methods of turning into the wind were more than a hundred times more skillful than flying on swords. It was already the means of immortals, and it was no longer the skill of the sword immortals in the mortal world.

Tens of thousands of sword lights from overseas cultivators flew to the location of the ancient Chaoge City in Henan with a violent thunder. The ancestor Wuya grinned and said, "There are many famous mountains in Henan. I heard that although Shaolin Temple on Songshan is a martial arts gang, there are disciples of the Buddhist sect secretly. There are countless water palaces built by monsters in the Yellow River. Whether you can win these blessed lands depends on our own ability."

The wandering cultivators cheered. Henan is the hinterland of the Central Plains, and the surging Yellow River flows through it. I don’t know how many hills and rivers are in their territory. Although there are no major sects of Taoism, most of the geniuses are submerged on both sides of the Yellow River. As long as they can seize their foundation, at least dozens of casual cultivators can be placed here.

With a 'dong' sound, the sound of wooden fish shook the whole world. The mist around was shattered and drifted away with the wind. The originally dark sky suddenly turned bright again, because there were eighteen large blue beads in the sky that emitted thousands of feet of light, illuminating within a radius of hundreds of miles as if it was daytime. The space nearby seemed to be restricted, and only a hundred miles away could be seen. The scenery a hundred miles away was pitch black, and the sound of wind and waves from the outside world could not be heard.

Dan Qingsheng grabbed Fei Xian and whispered: "Things are not good. I feel that there seems to be a huge force in the ground under our feet. What treasures did these people from the Central Plains Taoist Sect use?"

Tuchen, Master Zhang Tian, ​​the old man who lifted the whip, and more than a dozen young and old people who described strangeness appeared in the air. They just occupied the Bagua direction and surrounded the 20,000 overseas monks from afar. Behind them, one cluster on the left and one cluster on the right, with light flashing, the clouds in the sky disappeared one by one, and thousands of feathers were hidden behind each cloud. In just a cup of tea, a cloud disappeared, and at least one hundred thousand monks from the Central Plains were surrounded.

The ancestor Wuya and the others were completely stunned, 100,000 people. What does this mean? And looking at their full-minded appearance, you can imagine that they are all elite figures of the Central Plains Taoist Sect. There is no need to fight this battle, and overseas cultivators will definitely lose. Just look at the people standing with Tuochen and others. None of them will be weaker than the ancestor Wuya and the others, and they will only be stronger. After thousands of years of inheritance of the Central Plains Taoist Sect, there will always be some old monsters who stay in the world and are reluctant to go to the heavens.

The old man holding the iron whip shouted weakly: "I just told you not to leave, you insisted on coming over. Now we want you to leave, and there is nothing we can do. Oh, my fellow overseas students, why are you doing this? Why do you have to enter the Central Plains this time? We have been in peace for thousands of years. Why do you have to enter the Central Plains this time?"

Tuochen sang a Buddha's name and said in a deep voice: "It's understandable that you are coming to the Central Plains. There are many famous mountains and rivers in the Central Plains. You can give up some famous mountains and rivers to offer to you all the cultivators. Why do you have to kill all the fellow Taoists? Destroy Emei first and then attack Qingcheng. You are a little too cruel. Even if you have the promise of the emperor of the dynasty, do you still act like a cultivator?"

Yiqi Zhenren rushed forward and shouted: "You gathered so many people to make things difficult for us today, but they didn't take it into our eyes. Don't look at you, but you are native chickens, tiles and dogs, vulnerable. The real person practiced the "Nine Heavens Sun, Moon, Starlight Shuttle" near the most mysterious light eye of the Little North Pole. With one blow, the radius of thousands of miles was full of powder. Today I will use this treasure to compete with you for a long and short period of time." After saying that, he raised his hand regardless of his good intentions and flew out a series of colorful lights.

Dan Qingsheng was shocked and shouted in a low voice: "Didn't he force us to go to a dead end? Once this powerful magic weapon is used, how can there be room for relief? It's impossible not to fight."

Pure and clear light enveloped the entire world, and a ball of shuttle-shaped light hung high in the sky. Huge, unparalleled pressure was uploaded from the sky. The monks with weak skills were already trembling all over and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Even the masters of the level of Tuchen and others were shocked and took a step back involuntarily. This breath had no emotion, a pure sense of destructive power, a terrible energy that would turn everything from a thousand miles into ashes once released.

The old ancestor Wuya and other monsters showed an excited look, and they howled one after another: "Forget it, today I will use our strongest magic weapon to meet them."

Thirteen strange lights rose to the sky, and the violent and anxious pressure suddenly increased by a hundred times. The air seemed to have solidified into a rock, and everyone felt like they could not breathe. More than two thousand cultivators with the weakest skills on both sides were already shocked by the pressure and their blood was squirting wildly. Then their entire body was shattered and blood was spilled down.

More than 100,000 monks were shocked. They flew up their magic weapons and flying swords at the same time, protecting their bodies. However, under the urging of the ancestor Wuya and others, the fourteen destructive magic weapons in the sky released an increasingly powerful aura, which made them tremble all over their bodies and minds, and gradually they could no longer stand in Yuntou. The huge barrier with a radius of hundreds of miles set up by the 100,000 elites of the Central Plains Dao Sect also became extremely fragile before this destructive force, making a sharp trembling sound, and was about to be torn apart.

An ordinary practitioner of Taoism can easily destroy a small mountain with his true energy to activate the spiritual power of heaven and earth. The magic weapon that the qi refiners of the level of Wuya and his family spent thousands of years to train was extremely terrifying. The fluctuations of heaven and earth's vitality that these fourteen magic weapons can cause are simply an incredible number. If these fourteen magic weapons are bombarded at the same time, a large hole about ten thousand miles long and wide will immediately appear in the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty, and the entire land of the Ming Dynasty would be sunk into the bottomless abyss by the land.

A long distance away, Yuan Sheng, who was hiding in a cloud watching the fun, finally exclaimed, his face full of admiration: "Miaoji, it turns out that my decision is the most correct. I am really too wise. Or I am determined to hide and watch the fun no matter what. Otherwise, how could I see such a big scene where the fourteen most powerful pure Yang magic weapons are activated at the same time?"

Zhuque nodded with enthusiasm, with a dazzling red light in his eyes: "The Lord said, this is really a scene that is rare in a thousand years. Only in the war between gods and demons in ancient times, can magic weapons of this scale collide with each other. It is really a big scene, a big scene. I wonder what means will the people in the Central Plains use to resist? Will they fight hard with the same level of magic weapons? Then tens of millions of people within a radius of thousands of miles will be destroyed."

Baihu smiled gloatingly and said, "What do they do? If you fight against magic weapons at this level, if you are a little careless, hundreds of thousands of people will be killed completely. Hehe, what does it mean to be a heinous sin? This is called a heinous sin. If the people of the Central Plains Taoist Sect fight with them so confusedly, I am afraid that these stinky Taoists will not be able to survive this 49th Heavenly Tribulation. If they are all killed by the Heavenly Tribulation, it will save us a lot of our efforts."

Yuan Sheng nodded with a smile and praised repeatedly: "No, if they become popular, no matter who loses and who wins, this catastrophe will always make them difficult. Hehe, look at the more than a hundred scattered immortals in their queue, they just killed hundreds or thousands of people while practicing Taoism, and they will not be able to survive the heavenly tribulation. If they kill tens of millions of people this time, hehe!" Yuan Sheng shouted in a low voice with hope: "Fight, fight quickly, what are you waiting for?"

Tuochen and the others looked very embarrassed. Fourteen such powerful magic weapons were absolutely impossible to block them if they did not use magic weapons of the same level. But if they also used such magic weapons... Tuochen looked at the ground hundreds of feet below and said in a deep voice: "No matter what, we can't fight with them. Why haven't Gu Ying Ren and the others come yet?"

The breeze blew by, and a few young people were silently added in the air. The three-eyed ancient shadow looked at the fourteen lights in the sky and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Do they really have to fight to the death? Fortunately, the master left this magic weapon, otherwise, there would be no way to deal with them. Everyone, I can't activate this magic weapon alone, so I can only rely on you... Master Tuchen, Master Zhang Tian, ​​Old Man Xun, you preside over it, and immediately launch the Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Formation."

After giving these words, Gu Ying respectfully pulled out a golden scroll about foot long from her arms, and then a breath of true energy sprayed on it. The scroll suddenly floated high and suddenly dissipated in the air, growing in the wind, turning into a huge list of hundreds of feet high and about 40 feet wide. Just as she looked at the countless ancient and difficult-to-recognize twisted words on it, emitting clear light. Suddenly, a mysterious sound in the world lingered, and the pressure brought by the fourteen magic weapons became much easier.

The ancestor Wuya widened his eyes and murmured to himself: "Can't you stop?"

Yiqi Zhenren was stunned. He asked himself in a little fear: "I can't stop?"

True Man Huang Feng even trembled and took back more than ten steps, and was about to take back the magic weapon from the sky. He said in a little fear: "Is it an illusion?"

When Fairy Fei saw the huge list of words floating in the air, she immediately held hands and merged with the true energy, and silently turned into a breeze and sneaked away. They were originally at the end of the overseas wandering cultivator, so when they slipped away, no one noticed it except the old monsters from the Central Plains Taoist Sect in their direction. The old monsters looked at each other, nodded, and said nothing.

One of the old Taoists with red eyebrows also whispered: "It's too early to see the opportunity, but it's not a person who deserves to die. Just leave it to you."

Gu Ying sat cross-legged in the air, her teeth bit her middle finger with her right hand, and a slight of blood flashed towards the list text in the air. Several companions behind him were cross-legged and put their hands on his back heart. The powerful true energy flowed into his body continuously, causing Gu Ying to emit a faint light throughout his body. Gu Ying smiled slightly, pinched tens of thousands of spiritual techniques in an instant, opened his eyes, and shouted in a deep voice: "Today, let you see... the Investiture of Gods."

The huge list of words in the air shook violently, and gradually released countless indescribable light. The twisted words seemed to come alive, drawing waves in the air, and the entire list of words instantly became real and illusory and floating.

The ancestor Wuya was so angry that he bit a few teeth and howled wildly: "Absurd, absurd, you bastard, you bastard, actually used the magic weapon from the ancient gods and demons war. Do you still have the morality of the martial arts world?...What kidding? How can you still stay in the human world? How can those bastards in the heavenly world keep such magic weapons still in the human world? Is there any law of heaven in this world?"

Tuochen and the others had already pointed their hands, and countless spiritual lights shot down the ground, and the entire earth suddenly roared. The ground within a radius of hundreds of miles was trembling, cracking countless huge cracks, and high-temperature flames were sprayed out of it. Nine peaks rose out of nowhere and directly raised a height of thousands of feet from the ground.

With a 'boom', thunder flashed in the sky, and countless lightnings bombarded the nine peaks. Suddenly, rocks flew around, and the nine peaks shot out purple lights, revealing their original body. This was not the mountain. It was clearly the nine dragon pillars carved from purple jade, nine were hundreds of feet thick and about two thousand feet high, and were indescribable. Each pillar was carved with countless dragon patterns, and cloud patterns even entangled on it. A series of spiritual lights rose from the bottom of the pillar, and then slowly circled and fell down.

Purple clouds floated next to these nine dragon pillars, making the pillar appear more magnificent, solemn, and cannot be approached.

The nine pillars formed a huge circle, which just surrounded the overseas cultivators. In the faint dragon roar, a huge force field enveloped the overseas cultivators, and even the fourteen magic weapons in the sky became eclipsed.

Yuan Sheng in the distance was so excited that he trembled all over. He kept muttering in a low voice: "The master is indeed a wise and magical martial arts, and he is indeed planning to win thousands of miles away. This damn Central Plains Taoist Sect has indeed left countless good things. Fortunately, we destroyed the Yiyuan Sect first, otherwise with the magic weapons of the Huanglong True Man retained by his Yiyuan Sect, we would... Hehe, hehe, the Gods List and the Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Formation, they are indeed good treasures, good treasures."

Yuan Sheng's eyes flashed: "The master is indeed wise, indeed as he expected, hey, hey... think about it, if the map of mountains, rivers and the country is left in the hands of the three old monsters of Yiyuan Sect, hey, I'm afraid, hey... hey... he died well and killed well... Zuo Sheng and the others did something practical. Qinglong, look, this is the legendary Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Formation. In the Battle of the Gods, Wen Zhong, the strongest minister of King Zhou, was burned to death by this formation."

His tone was filled with a sense of vicissitudes from ancient times: "Just this formation, in less than a meal, we have refined 6,000 masters of the Jie Sect and 6,000 masters of Taoism for more than ten thousand years. Hey, hey, it's really amazing. Today we can see how long can these overseas cultivators support them."

The ancestor Wuya and the others were already desperate. With their knowledge, they naturally knew what this was from the classics. Yiqi Zhenren howled wildly: "Brothers, they wanted us to die, and they actually used such a magic weapon, and we would fight with them."

"Today's list of gods may not be as powerful as it used to be. Today's Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Formation may not be as powerful as it was back then."

The old monsters howled one after another: "Let's fight."
Chapter completed!