Chapter 2039

The first pass.

All the friars in Qianyuan were excited.

Victory is not far away. If we hold on for a while, we can counterattack.

"Qian Yuan will win!"

Countless friars are no longer in fear.

With a smile around the corner of the mouth, the United will can be said to be united.

"Stop them!" The black sky devil emperor is angry, and the devil emperor can't come, which makes the magic fleet fall into a disadvantage.

"With us, you can't cross the Diwei barrier!" The four great saints tried their best to burn the spirit pulse and fury the emperor's weapons. They cooperated with each other and fought a wheel fight to stop the holy King's attack.

The war is going on.

People on both sides are desperately burning the inside information.

The near immortal world is retreating, closing up the front line and guarding the celestial mountain.

"Have they counselled?"

Many monks have come up with this idea.

Qin Li's mind is uneasy, showing the mysterious pupil of the cave, bursting with golden light.

Through the chaos of the war, we can see that deep in the celestial mountain, there is a white jade altar with plain and ethereal chess.

Obviously, they want to lead the ethereal emperor!

The king of illusory dreams learned from the failure of the world of gods and demons. He always guarded the altar and kept a close eye on Qin Li for fear that he would burst out suddenly.

"No!"

The Lord of sun and moon was shocked:

"Qin Li, can you destroy the altar again?"

"We need to sacrifice a great holy instrument." Qin Li said the price.

All the people around us take a cold breath. The price is too terrible to bear.

"Moreover, they are too far away, and there are holy kings and imperial vessels to guard them. Even if they sacrifice great holy vessels, they may not be able to destroy the altar." Qin Li looked at the far away celestial mountain, worried.

Now!

The holy sound came from my ear.

It's like spring wind melting ice, Tu Su sending warmth.

"The world beckons to the people. If they hear my voice, they are suffering creatures!"

"I am the great saint of salvation. I look at the sufferings of the world and listen to the voices of the people. I want to exercise power on behalf of the emperor, establish merit, save the people, save the downfall of the Qianyuan Dynasty, calm the flames of chaos, and ensure the peace of the world..."

Qin Li looked back.

The nine sages inherit the will of heaven.

They exhaled and called for all living beings in Qianyuan.

This is the second step of offering sacrifices to heaven. The lower body of the public opinion should bear the will of the people.

"Saint, please save us!"

"We hate war!"

"I was innocent!"

……

There are three signs of life in Qianyuan.

One person, one word, is a magnificent voice.

The original travel in the void of willpower, instant found the backbone.

We can see that the wishes of all living beings have turned into tens of thousands of rivers, each of which is vast and powerful. The wishes of hundreds of millions of living beings are enough to give birth to a powerful God King, and now they are all converging to the fengshentai.

"The battle is over!"

Jiu Xuan's face was solemn.

The saints sat around a ring, stretched out their hands and put each other's shoulders.

The will power of all living beings is too terrible. Even if you don't kill your heart, if you just pray, you will have the power to destroy heaven and earth.

The nine great saints gather their forces and share the will of all living beings.

But it's not enough.

Poof!

Holy Blood spits out.

The nine sages suffered a heavy blow.

They were so swollen that they almost turned into balloons.

How can a sage bear the expectations of all living beings in Qianyuan?

Red elephant saints feel like they are dying.

The sacrifice to heaven is about to fail.

"Don't panic!"

The sound of the ninth emperor came.

On the body of Jiusheng, there are nine pieces of emperor's utensils.

They burn their veins, show their power, and share most of the pressure.

"Not bad, not bad!"

The nine saints are like a ball.

They return to their original state, and when they are in a crisis of life and death, they are still in fear.

And above the sky, the flood of Wandao willpower continued to pour down, attracted by fengshentai, and poured into the Nine Emperors' utensils.

"There is no danger!"

Qin Li was relieved.

The second level has survived, and the last one is the key.

meanwhile.

It's a stalemate.

Extraterritorial forces are killing red eyes.

Saints, great saints and holy kings bombard Diwei barrier with all their strength.

As for tianwai fairy mountain, a plain white pillar of light soars to the sky, leading to endless emperor's power, making it tremble for a million miles.

Qin Li's face is dignified. He wants to stop it, but it's too late.

An immortal sound penetrates Yuanzhou battlefield.

"To Qianyuan!"

All of a sudden.

Hundreds of millions of friars tremble.

Enchanting is scared like a quail.

Immortals and demons do not stand, his father did not arrive, but the ethereal emperor arrived.

"Sister!"

"Welcome mother!"

Dream king, Beichen Linglong shouts.

On the altar, a hazy immortal shadow appeared, which was extraordinary and refined.

She is the incarnation of the road of cloud. Her eyes are flowing and ethereal. She pulls out the plain ethereal flag.

The black emperor was relieved: "it turned out to be the incarnation of Xianyun, the Ninth level of the holy order. It's not the real body of the great emperor. Fortunately."

As long as it's not the real emperor, he can take Mo Yaorao and others to leave.

Qin Li's palms are sweating.

The incarnation of Xianyun is not only the holy king, but also the will of the great emperor.

It is not polite to say that her combat power is far more than that of the ordinary king, even more terrifying than that of the natural king.

"Qin Li!"

Immortal cloud incarnation said a sentence.

Qin Li only felt heart suffocation and scalp numbness.

Why does this exist? In the war situation, we can see ourselves at a glance.

"It's fate that you killed my little daughter, stole the remnant of supernatural power, and was selected by me as" love seed. "

Love.

Qin Li didn't know what to say.

Old devil Dugu rushed to explain

"In the near immortal world, there is a unique learning of the great emperor, the Sutra of forgetting love."

"After the cultivation, it is pure and natural, reflecting all things. The cultivation speed is far faster than that of Tianjiao of the same level, and directly points to the realm of the great emperor."

"But if you want to be promoted to the holy land, you need to go through three stages: ruthlessness, affection and forgetfulness. To put it simply, it's to fall in love with someone, and then cut off. I think Beichen Linglong has chosen you. "

Qin Li suddenly.

So it is.

"Behind the deep feeling, there is no calculation."

No wonder Beichen Linglong is superior, but she takes a fancy to herself.

But also like a grumpy woman, she is harassing incessantly, because if she is alive, she can't break her love and become a saint.

"Qin li..."

Beichen Linglong is in a panic.

She was afraid that Qin Li would know the truth and regarded her as the enemy.

"Yes, I'm in it!" Fairy cloud incarnation nods, very satisfied.

"Qin Li, if you are willing to cooperate with my daughter's cultivation, I can let you live for a period of time, so as not to be the first one to attack you in the fall of Qianyuan."

Qin Li calmed down

"Once again, Qianyuan will win."

Chewing this sentence again and again has turned into a belief.

Xianyun's incarnation is standing on the eternal, despises the sky, and doesn't attack the city. He just looks on the wall and laughs

"Do you really think that a mere saint can offer sacrifices to heaven?"

Qin Li was surprised and turned back.

Holy city.

On the altar.

It all came to the point.

Nine saints and nine vessels carry thousands of willing forces.

"We are willing to incarnate as a bridge, carrying heaven's will on top and connecting people's will on the bottom."

The nine sages and the Nine Emperors tried their best to mediate the wishes of all living beings and inject them into the eyes of Qianyuan.

Right now.

There are so many visions.

The last step of offering sacrifices to heaven is luozhi's merit.

Take oneself as the moral benchmark, measure justice, and use one's own small merits and virtues to turn them into thin lines to connect the great merits and virtues of three trillion living beings.

"Take me as the criterion, reward the good and punish the evil, take me as the thought, and be glorious and just!"

Jiusheng gave a big drink.

Their robes of merit began to disintegrate.

It turns into filaments, goes deep into the void, responds to the expectations of all living beings, connects their earth souls, and wants to form a flawless foundation for the world.

Qin Li was stunned.

I have a strange feeling in my heart.

"Is that what it feels like to be connected?"

He had a sense of oppression, as if he had a God and looked at his every move.

Seeing everything, Xianyun can't help but sneer: "but how to connect Qianyuan three trillion creatures?"

"As the saying goes, to save one person is to gain a little merit; And a trace of merit can only connect hundreds of people! "

"If you want to connect the three trillion living creatures in Qianyuan, you need at least 30 billion Gongde silk to succeed in worshiping heaven!"

The ethereal emperor once offered sacrifices to heaven and deeply understood the difficulties.

As she said.

The nine saints are in trouble.

"After all, I overestimate my merits and virtues!"

The red elephant sage and the tortoise longevity sage are just like mummies. If they are extracted with essence, the jiuxuan sage is better.

"Is it really impossible to establish a merit system without miracles?"

The great heart of jiuxuan is like ashes, and his eyes are full of blood and tears.

So far.

The last trace of merit is exhausted.

They did not net three trillion, which means that the establishment failed.

"Failed!"

"No way, I don't believe it!"

"Don't you mean to save us? You liar

"You are not the saviors. I look forward to your greatness."

Give people hope and tell them that it's impossible. It's a devastating blow. Thousands of willing forces are boiling in an instant, full of anger, reluctance and hatred, forming the phagocytic force of destroying heaven and earth, and the holy king will fall.

"No!"

The nine great emperors' utensils stopped in a hurry.

Then there was a devastating explosion, which devastated millions of miles.

All the sacrificial rites were destroyed, the emperor's utensils were cracked, the nine sages were severely damaged, and the bloody altar was sealed!

One hundred and eight groups of arrogant, just affected by the afterwave, almost died!

Thanks to the power of the sacrificial utensils, they were saved.

As for the three thousand boys, eight hundred heavenly girls, and all the Li Shi Li Guan, they are not so lucky. Most of them died miserably and turned into blood and broken limbs, turning the holy sacrificial square into a desperate hell.

"You lost!"

The immortal cloud incarnates no joy and no sorrow.

"No!"

"Qian Yuan will win!"

Qin Li clenched his teeth and clenched his fists.

The black demon emperor sneered: "the sacrifice to heaven failed, unable to return to heaven."

Qin Li, full of blood, went across the sky and approached the Fengshen platform: "I will personally sacrifice to heaven, save the loot, and turn the tide!"