Chapter 444: The Great God Arrives

The magical artifact "Ancient Rashomon" has unpredictable mysterious power, which is unquestionable. However, after Hong Yi got the hand, he had no time to study it.

But vaguely, Hong Yi felt that this magic weapon was definitely not an ordinary space magic weapon, the Small Thousand Worlds.

What exactly are there in the ten-inch-high door? With Hong Yi's Taoist technique of four thunder tribulations, he dare not go in to investigate.

The real situation inside the door is much more dangerous than the incarnation of those "illusion gates".

Originally, after grabbing the "Ancient Rashomon" this time, Hong Yi could only study it carefully, but the champion Hou came, which forced Hong Yi to deal with it. Although he killed the opponent's soul, there was a big mess here.

When Hong Yi heard Yun Xiangxiang screaming in the "cage of fate", he knew it was not good. He tried his best to unleash the power of the Panhuang Sword, trying to tear the "Kunpeng Refining Map" apart and fight.

The unique cannon sound coming from the cage of fate, the stars exploded. Hong Yi still remembered it freshly. It was the sound of the Three Realms Yuanqi Cannon, which was incredibly powerful, as powerful as the Panhuang Life Sword, and was enough to tear any protection apart.

Although Yun Xiangxiang and others have mastered humanitarian skills, they are afraid they still cannot resist it under such power.

Chi, Chi Chi Chi Chi...............

As soon as the Panhuang sword moved, thousands of sword lights emitted, not like a piece of practice, but extremely small sword lights like willow leaves.

This willow-shaped sword light with a highly concentrated force is extremely lethal.

The more the light condenses, the greater the power. The champion Hou's "Wan Guang Ninghua" gathers on the tip of the sword, and can even cut off the "Shangmang Divine Spear" in one go.

Seeing such a sword light explode, Emperor Yunmeng Nalan Yihong's face changed, and the "Kunpeng Shape Refining Map" in his hand also shrank violently. The power gathered and blocked it hard, blocking it from the dozens of sword lights flying towards him. He immediately put away the artifact, for fear of being damaged.

At the same time, his body leaped outward, quickly jumped more than a hundred miles away, and fled far away from the battlefield.

Although the "Kunpeng Shape Refining Map" can withstand the sword energy, every time a sword energy is blocked, the artifact will be indelible and damaged. He really doesn't want the artifact to be destroyed.

This is his protective magic weapon, and it is also the treasure of Yunmeng's country and a symbol of the kings from generation to generation.

It is precisely because of this that Xuantian Hall is not afraid of anything, and there is no such unity of politics and religion as in the Western Regions.

The royal family and the Xuantian Pavilion Holy Land have a very serious conflict.

However, Hong Yi's hundreds of swords did not come for him, but for the pope of the Jingyuan Temple who blocked Yun Xiangxiang and others.

The willow-shaped sword light rushed out, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the platinum light chanted by the Pope of Jingyuan Temple. Then, the platinum light exploded one after another, like a red-burned knife cut butter, and was vulnerable under the sword light.

"Immortal Magic Shield!"

The Pope of Jingyuan Temple showed his body, fingering the "Scepter of Glory" in his hand, and all the platinum brilliance condensed together again to form a shield to block the sword light.

But the sword light hit hard, and three consecutive waves, Bobobo, shattered the "Immortal Magic Shield".

"Chain of Order!"

At this critical moment, the Pope's scepter pointed, and a golden chain immediately appeared in the air, turning into hundreds of small chains. The chains were wrapped around the sword light, and they actually locked the sword light and could not move forward at all. The two were in a stalemate.

"snort!"

When Hong Yi saw this scene, he snorted coldly, and the Panhuang Sword in his hand raised again and slashed violently.

Hundreds of sword lights roared again.

The Pope's face changed and his body flew up to the high place. The scepter in his hand looked like a magic wand. When he waved, he emitted several gems of light like gems, which collided with the sword light.

However, these gem-like brilliances cannot break the sword light at all.

The dense willow-shaped sword lights were flying between them, as if there was a spiritual bat, biting her tightly, trying to tear the pope's body into powder.

"In the name of vitality, all the glory of the world is spread."

At this critical moment, the pope suddenly flew out of his body, each of which was comparable to an elephant's head. Each thought was round and appeared in a chaotic color. The air flow was rotating, as if something was about to be produced.

These thoughts are vaguely similar to the seven thoughts left by Meng Shenji in the Assassin Hall of the Taoist Alliance. However, in comparison, Meng Shenji's seven thoughts are strong men, and the pope in the Jingyuan Temple is a baby who has just been born.

"Good guy, this is the true peak of the six thunder tribulations. I have slightly realized the edge of the creation of the void. Although it is still far from truly thunder tribulations, it is much stronger than Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No wonder it is rumored that this pope has been practicing hard for sixty years and will compete with Meng Shenji after leaving the seclusion."

When Hong Yi saw this situation, he felt a little moved.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!

The pope's hundreds of thoughts immediately turned, and then an explosion occurred.

The sound of this explosion was vaguely similar to the sound of the ancient stars of the Three Realms Yuanqi Cannon.

“Great Meteor shower!”

Hundreds of thoughts burst out, and each of them emitted extremely strong light, which cut through the sky and hit the sword light. The collision and roared out, and the sword light of the Panhuang Sword actually shattered.

"Well! The Taoist technique that is as famous as Huangji Countercurrent** is second only to the unique skills of the Three Realms Yuanqi Cannon, the Great Meteor Shower! But how many thoughts do you think you have?"

Hong Yi's mind moved and prepared to swing his sword again.

Suddenly, the situation changed.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire cage of fate exploded and opened! Countless platinums of light flew around. Then they condensed into a small cage, and the tetrahedron returned to the hands of the Pope of the Jingyuan Temple.

Then, several figures flew out from it, making a long roar like a landslide and tsunami.

Hong Yi immediately smelled a scent, which was the scent of the saint of Tianxiang, which was the scent of the previous life of the champion Hou's mother.

brush!

As soon as this fragrance appeared, it teleported to Hong Yi's side, and then it showed Yun Xiangxiang, Sun Weiwei, Longnu, Xie Wenyuan, Jixiangtian, Qilin, and the Vajra Hercules Ape Gongming.

Everyone was unscathed, but Jixiangtian's face was a little pale, as if he was frightened, his chest was thumping and laughing.

At the same time, a huge wave of mana was conveyed from the venue.

That was the place where the ancient Rashomon had just been suppressed.

Rude, rude.........

A huge and boundless aura was released from the "Ancient Rashomon". It seemed that this gate was the gate that imprisoned the ancient demon gods. Now the gate was wide open, and the ancient demon gods were about to run out of it and destroy the entire human being.

The Rashomon, which was originally ten inches high, has suddenly expanded to about ten feet high!

The heads of the ferocious beasts biting the door seemed to come alive, with a faint light emitted from their eyes, but they did not roar, but looked at everyone present coldly.

Everyone's eyes could feel the chill when they looked at the eyes of these divine beasts, as if they were standing naked in the snow and ice.

The violent chaotic air in the door was flowing and colliding, and then a huge voice came out of the door.

"Yang An is still dead? I gave him a Chaos Heart Protection Mirror. When attacked, he could emit the Three Realms Energy Cannon. He could die like this? It seems that the person who killed him is much stronger than him! Hong Yi? Hong Yi, you are so powerful! I have only heard this name for a few months! For thousands of years, even in ancient memories, there is no name for this person."

A powerful voice emanated in circles, carrying endless divine power.

Hong Yi even suspected that even the roar of the Qilin was not as powerful as this person. Especially in his voice, there was an irresistible emotion. In the world, the boundless vitality seemed to be born because of this person and died because of this person.

This person is the incarnation of vitality, and nothing can compete with it!

Crackling!

When the sound burst out from it, the light waves on Sun Weiwei and Long Nu were constantly moving, as if they were about to explode at any time.

Xie Wenyuan looked as usual, but his eyes showed solemnity, looking at the tall portal.

After the sound rang out, there was silence, and then a person walked out of the ancient Rashomon that was as high as ten feet high.

That's right, in this tall "Ancient Rashomon", what comes out is not a god or a demon, nor a strange immortal and Buddha, but a person's body.

The man was wearing a water-scattered brocade robe, his hair was tied up very long, pitch black and purple, and a strange luster.

The purple-black hair, the majestic figure, and the fair white palms flashing with magical shinyness, which is a bit like Hong Xuanji, and also controls the most terrifying power in the world.

This man's face is very attractive, ranging from twenty to thirty.

The hands were empty and the wide sleeves were dragged down. They were not dressed in the Western Regions, but seemed to be a master of the Middle Ages, and the scholars. Hong Yi suddenly remembered the description of an article, "The long hair is Lu Lixi, the crown is Qianqi, and the cloud is tall and the cloud is tall. The bright moon is worn by the treasure lu."

"My God! You have finally succeeded in refining your body!"

When the Pope of Jingyuan Temple saw this man dressed like a medieval philosopher, he hurriedly bowed down, and the words he said were shocking.

That's right, this is the Jingyuan Temple, the entire Western Regions, the supreme gods, and the ruler of the spirit.

The god of vitality!
Chapter completed!