"Fortunately, the mark of the saint has been completely erased, but the sacrifice of beating the divine whip is not a day's work. It needs to be practiced day and night." Yu Qi looked at the whip with a tense expression.

After Mang left a mark belonging to Yu Qi in the magic whip, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's safe for the time being, but this treasure involves a saint. I don't know if the saint has any backup plans. If I can't sacrifice all this treasure, I will feel uneasy. After leaving the place where the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife suppresses, if I hit the Divine Whip

There are still saints in the back, and the trouble will be big by then. I want to practice in seclusion and thoroughly practice the magic whip. You protect the law for me!" Yu Qi said.

The umbrella girl nodded when she heard this. He knew Yu Qi's worries.

The saint's methods are too terrifying, almost unbelievable, and he cannot compete with him at all. If the saint leaves any back-up in the divine whip, he will be in big trouble. There are immortal-killing flying knives here to suppress the energy.

I don't have to worry about the Qi leaking out. If it happens that I get out of the place where the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword is suppressed and the God Whip causes some trouble, that would be trouble.

Only by thoroughly refining the divine whip can all hidden dangers be eliminated.

Yu Qi went into seclusion at Shuixie Villa. He saw with his own eyes the earth-shattering blood-red thunder and lightning that shrouded Kyushu from the outside world, but he was indifferent. As long as he could sacrifice the divine whip, even a saint would not be able to follow the cause and effect to come to him.

Click~

Click~

A series of blood-red thunders streaked across the world, startling countless monks to raise their heads and look at the blood-red lightning in the sky with solemn expressions.

"The wrath of the saint?" Zi Xin stood boredly on the star-catching tower, looking at the blood-red thunder and lightning that pierced the sky, and revealed a trace of thought: "But I don't know which saint it is?"

"It should be a Taoist saint," Confucius thought for a moment.

"The divine whip is lost, it must be some saint." Zi Xin said with a smile: "I originally thought that the divine whip was stolen by the Taoist sect, but now it seems that not only was it not stolen by the Taoist sect, but also the thief

He also erased the mark of the saint from the divine whip, so he offended the saint."

"I'm afraid that Sage Yuqing will forcefully display his sage!" Confucius said with a solemn expression: "Your Majesty, please don't be careless. If the Dragon Qi was at its peak, it would naturally overwhelm the saint, but now it's better not to be too meddlesome if you can.

"

"Showing the saint? This is Chaoge. It's not that easy to show the saint!" Zixin shook his head: "I really wish he would show the saint."

"Sir, how far is he from the holy way?" Zi Xin looked at Confucius, who looked like an ordinary person. He didn't look like a teacher at all. He looked like an old man, with all the energy in his body restrained.

It has shrunk to the extreme, and no trace of it is exposed anymore. Even the laws of heaven cannot even hope to capture even half of its vitality.

"There is a thin line between us," Confucius said.

"Congratulations, sir," Zi Xin said with a smile, "If sir, you can become a saint, I, the Great Shang, may be able to turn things around."

"It's said to be a thin line, but it's a thousand miles away from the end of the world. I don't know how many people have died on this thin line! Countless heroes and ancestors of all schools of thought have fallen on this thin line of heaven. I'm still missing.

An epiphany!" Confucius sighed, with a touch of emotion in his eyes: "Perhaps, this epiphany will come in the next moment, or perhaps this epiphany will never come, I will reincarnate and enter the world of mortals again.

Roll."

"A secret!" Zi Xin shook his head.

A slight difference is a slight difference. Even if the difference is just one grain in the ocean, it won’t work!

A quasi-sage is always a quasi-sage, and there is a huge difference between him and a saint.

Click~

Click~

The blood-red thunder outside Chaoge became more and more dense, and terrifying thunderclouds flowed between the sky and the earth, frightening the birds and beasts in the mountains to crouch, and countless ghosts and ghosts turned into powder in the rolling thunder.

"This person really wants to show his sage." Zi Xin slowly raised his head: "You are bullying me, the great businessman, the real dragon?"

Confucius was silent, and after a long time he said: "The Three Religions succeeded in their plan after all, and they waited for the opportunity to counterattack."

"Do I really have no chance?" Zi Xin stared at the thunder outside with his eyes, clenching his fists tightly in his sleeves.

In an instant, as if time and space were in a trance, he saw the raging fire ignited in the Lutai.

He saw Xiqi's army riding horses across mountains and rivers.

"The chances are slim," Confucius sighed.

"What if you can become a saint?" Zi Xin asked.

"There is a glimmer of hope," Confucius whispered.

"I am not convinced! The so-called general trend of heaven and earth is not controlled by the saints of the three religions, nor is it all in the hands of that person! As long as the muddy water between heaven and earth is disturbed, all of this may not have a chance!" Zi Xin refused to accept, and the two

His eyebrows are like two sharp swords that can pierce the sky.

Confucius was silent, the strong wind blew up in the Star-Zhaing Tower, and the curtains in the pavilion shook.

The thunder became more and more urgent, thunder and lightning continued to flash across the sky, blood-red thunder rolled, the heaven and earth shook, and Chaoge was soaked in blood.

"Where is the chance of survival?"

After a long time, I heard Zi Xin say something.

"Cut off the root of Dharma!" Kong Sheng lowered his eyebrows: "Cut off the root of Dharma and smash the door of Xuanmen, and the great catastrophe of the end of Dharma will come. At that time, the gods and humans will decline, and even the saints will return to the ruins and fall into a deep sleep.

.All the monks in the world will die."

"With the roots of the Dharma destroyed, there will be no more monks in the world, and naturally there will be no more true dragons, and no one can be above the dynasty!" Zixin slowly stretched out his hand to catch the rainwater dripping from the eaves: "

However, I also want to live forever! I also want to achieve the status of human-god, and I can’t bear to spend my good days.”

Resurrected for a new life, holding a rare treasure in hand, able to see the past and the future, with all the opportunities in the world in his heart, he has the hope of achieving the legendary human-god status.

Confucius was silent when he heard this.

"I have already done this to depose hundreds of schools of thought and only respect Confucianism. Now Confucianism has become the target of public criticism. If the three religions want to rise, they must first deal with Confucianism. Only by suppressing Confucianism can the three religions be prosperous.

Show off your skills and devour the Great Shang Real Dragon!" Zixin turned around and looked at Confucius: "There is not much time left for you, sir."

"There are indeed not many left." Confucius sighed.

If time was not running out, he would continue to realize the truth, so why would he come out to maintain the overall situation?

"The Great Shang True Dragon still has eighty to one hundred years of life. If the Great Shang True Dragon dies, I will not be able to become a saint. I am afraid that I am waiting for you..." Zi Xin paused after saying this.

We are all smart people, so there is no need to speak too clearly.

"Have you found Liu Bowen?" Confucius suddenly said.

"Disappeared." Zi Xin shook his head.

The big merchants are too big, and besides the big merchants there are even more barbarians. How easy is it to find someone in the vast sea of ​​people?

"Kill the dragon! Kill the dragon! If we can kill the dragon vein of Xiqi, all crises will be resolved naturally. Besides, it is not that I, Dashang, have no chance. Even if my real dragon of Dashang dies, there is no real dragon in Xiqi. Everyone

It's just half a pound." Confucius looked at Zixin with a smile and encouraged him.

Zi Xin was noncommittal and stroked the Kunlun mirror in his sleeve: "Break the root of law...break the root of law..."

"Click~"

Blood-red thunder rolled one after another, and the void continued to shake. Then, the thunder in the sky was seen gathering together, and a figure slowly emerged in the haze.

The energy of creation in the sky above Dashang Chaoge gathered crazily and headed towards the blood-red thunder.

"There must have been an accident when striking the divine whip, otherwise the saint would never have taken the risk of lowering the Dharmakaya at this time. This is so urgent! I don't know what happened to the Wu family!" Kong Qiu looked at the crazy gathering of energy in the sky, his eyes revealed.

A look of solemnity: "I can only ask His Majesty to take action."

At this moment, everyone in the world is looking at Chaoge City.

Outside Chaoge City, a huge funnel connected to the sky and the ground continued to rotate crazily, and blood-red thunder pierced the sky and converged towards the blood-red vortex.

Energy is constantly compressing, and the void is constantly vibrating.

An earth-shattering force continues to gather in the void.

"Aww~" Over the capital, the sleeping dragon opened its eyes and roared suddenly, causing the void to twist and shake.

The real dragon took off, the blood-red thunder and lightning disappeared wherever it passed, and the funnel connecting the sky and the earth also stopped rotating.

The vitality of heaven and earth that had been gathering crazily also stagnated in the void, like pieces of iron plates. No matter how the funnel rolled, it could not absorb even half of the energy.

"Haha, the real dragon is not dead yet. The world is still owned by me, Dashang. If the saint wants to surrender his dharma body, he has to ask me if I will agree!" Zi Xin stood in the Star-Zhaing Tower and said indifferently.

All over Chaoge City.

The vortex twisted and turned into a transparent figure, looking down at Chaoge Land with a gloomy expression.

He knew that the mark of his family's collapse was in Chaoge City.

That's just the Xuanhuang Pagoda. Although it is an innate spiritual treasure, with my current cultivation level, I will have the opportunity to take it back in the future.

But there must be no accidents when it comes to beating the magic whip.

Beating the divine whip is of great importance. If something goes wrong while striking the divine whip, even if you become a god, you won't be able to gain the advantage of that bastard.

You can throw away the Xuanhuang Tower, but you can't make any mistakes in hitting the Divine Whip.

"The Great Merchant King? What's the point of a man who is about to perish?" The illusory figures were all made of energy. At this time, they looked down at Chaoge City: "Zixin, I know you still have eighty years as a great merchant.

Life, I am a poor Taoist who is unwilling to go against the will of heaven, but if you are stubborn and insist on taking away my Taoist sect's divine weapon and beating the divine whip, I will have no choice but to go against the will of heaven today and cut off the last strength of your great merchant."

"Wu Jing, hand over the Xuanhuang Pagoda and the Divine Whip to your immortality. Otherwise, today, even if the real dragon bites you, I will kill you all and cut off your Wu family bloodline, and you will no longer be a human or a god."

Majestic!" the saint spoke, looking through the void into Prince Wu's palace.

Although Wu Jing can worship the Xuanhuang Pagoda, the saint can also sense the Xuanhuang Pagoda. It is still unclear who the Xuanhuang Pagoda really belongs to.
Chapter completed!