Chapter 385

"It's just that those two people have practiced jiuzhuanxuan skill!"

The first emperor's eyes were attracted by the two people under the cloud. As for the man who was carried, he directly ignored him.

"Pure vitality and good strength. Are you the original and authentic descendant?"

The first emperor has been practicing in the imperial palace for more than a hundred years. From time to time, he consulted the jade slips left by Xing Dongliu, which also gave him a general understanding of the strength of the cultivation world and the heaven.

There are only three or two Xuanmen who can learn nine turn Xuangong.

Primitive, Supreme Master, Hongjun Daozu

The Shangqing method of Tongtian cultivation has nothing to do with jiuzhuan.

It can't be a descendant of Taoism, can it?

The first emperor shook his head and denied his idea.

The remaining one is the eight nine Xuangong, which belongs to Buddhism. Its influence is not in Nanzhan Buzhou. Therefore, these two people are definitely not Buddhist disciples.

"The foundation of cultivation is solid, and the qualification is also excellent."

"It's just that this monster was introduced into Kyushu. What's the difference between this behavior and the behavior of inviting wolves into the house? It should be beaten."

The first emperor's face was serious, and there was some meaning of hating iron but not steel in his words.

Then Ying Zheng turned his eyes to the abyss around the underground palace. The twelve huge golden men under them were tens of feet high. At the moment, they had opened their eyes because they felt the evil spirit from the sky over the southwest.

"Wang Jian, Meng Tian!"

"My subordinates are here!"

Two of the twelve golden men burst out dazzling golden awns, illuminating the underground palace. Two faint virtual shadows loomed on the golden man. With the falling of the virtual shadow, they were completely integrated with the golden man.

"You go out and meet the demon from other countries, and immediately bring me the three culprits below!"

The first emperor had an elusive smile on his face.

"Yes!"

Then the golden awn flickered in the underground palace and restored the usual darkness.

"How dare you invade Kyushu? Do you really think Kyushu is empty?"

When the first emperor finished, he was shrouded in purple again.

On this day, everyone in Chang'an saw two figures like the sun rising from the northeast, skipping the sky and heading southwest.

"The twelve gold men of the first emperor, but who is driving?" Taibai stood on the top of Mount Tai and whispered.

Tianhua sword sect, Han Yu stood on the sword spirit mountain and looked at the two fleeting golden lights. He thought that he must have a look at the collision between the two strong immortals.

West Kunlun.

Bai Yujing looked at the three people closer and closer to Lishan with some worry and sighed, "I hope the first emperor won't hurt them!"

His eyes flashed and thought for a while. The sword behind him had fallen under his feet. He looked at the undulating sea of clouds, sighed slightly in his heart, held his hand firmly, and went to the northeast of Chang'an.

After all, no one knows what his apprentice can do to die. For the sake of insurance, he'd better go there.

The sword lights up Kunlun, and the immortal falls into the world of mortals.

With a flash of white light, it went straight to Lishan.

Each sect has different energy fluctuations, and their goals are surprisingly consistent. They are Lishan, the land of Kyushu.

……

Zixiao palace.

Surrounded by auspicious clouds, Jinwu Lu pressure is still locked in the world in the painting, and there is a vast world without any creatures. Although it does not delay Lu pressure's cultivation, it lacks a lot of principles compared with the real flood and famine.

At the moment, Hongjun stands in the purple sky and looks seriously at the land pressure in the painting.

"Shua!"

Manifestation of heaven.

He looked at Hongjun's dignified face and asked, "it's rare to see you being so serious. The last time you were in Fengshen's robbery, why, can't there be any changes that are difficult for you to solve?"

The face of Tiandao was the same as that of Hongjun. Except for his different clothes, all his clothes were almost the same. After he finished, he smiled again, as if he was amused by his own words.

Hongjun is no longer the saint of heaven, but a chaotic demon God who is beyond heaven. How many people can make Hongjun feel elusive?

Not to mention anything that can embarrass him.

"Before you came, I entered the land pressure Yuanshen world with the dream Dharma."

Hongjun was wearing a purple Taoist robe, with fairy light flowing on it and the air of chaos floating and sinking. He looked at the heavenly way in front of him and solemnly said, "you certainly don't know what this man did!"

"What?"

Wearing a green shirt, Tiandao seems to integrate with the surrounding world. If you don't deliberately remind yourself, it's easy to directly ignore his existence.

"He controlled the old subordinates of emperor Taiyi and Emperor Jun, so that their evil thoughts are constantly swallowing the power of the world, and the nine baby evil thoughts in Kyushu are only the beginning!"

The way of heaven turns pale.

He only felt the improvement of the overall strength of the Honghuang, the growth of the Tao and the expansion of the Honghuang world, but he ignored the reduction of the power of the world.

Now after Hongjun said so, the heart of heaven has sunk to the bottom of the valley.

If you want to make up the power of heaven and earth, you can only launch another killing and robbery.

Moreover, the main reason is that there are too many saints between heaven and earth. Although those chaotic saints have been separated from the famine, their noumenon is still left in the famine, and the causal people related to them are still in the famine.

It's not a small matter to involve a saint.

It is obviously not a wise act just to launch a mass robbery to make up for the power of the world.

But the way of heaven turned to think that with the expansion of the wasteland world, the speed of transforming the power absorbed from chaos into the vitality of heaven and earth still couldn't keep up with the consumption of living creatures.

The power of the world is more than enough to make ends meet. As many immortals use the power of the world to exchange their own skills, Lingbao and other resources, the power of the world between heaven and earth becomes less and less.

Although Tiandao knew that the power of the world had finally entered the temple of casting, he now only dared to be angry and dare not speak.

Because the strength of the man in the temple has already reached a point he can't guess. If what he does makes the other party dissatisfied, he can't afford the consequences.

"However, among the three realms, if we start another quantity robbery, there will be more things involved!"

The way of heaven finished and looked at the temple.

The existence of the cast temple is not a decoration. The frightening weapons and powerful functions produced in it will completely change the overall situation of the famine.

"Yes, I just didn't expect that Lu Yadao Jun, who lives in chaos, could make the flood land fall into a dilemma by virtue of a golden and black separated body left in the flood land. This means is really terrible!"