Chapter 464

"Lao Zu, it's going to be OK!" Ye Wuying said firmly, and his eyes were full of determination. He absolutely believed in the cultivation of Lao Zu!

You know, at that time, it was Laozu who defeated the powerful and created Jiuyou ancient state. At that time, the star continent was under the separatist regime. I don't know how many people were eyeing Jiuyou ancient state. Laozu's ability to take command of Jiuyou ancient state alone shows the horror of his strength.

It can be said that in addition to the central holy state, which has a complete inheritance of the immortal altar, there are few strong people on the whole continent who can compete with the ancestors of Jiuyou, far more powerful than the later generation of the demon gods.

In terms of time and achievements, Jiuyou ancestor can be regarded as the demon God and the predecessor of rain emperor.

"The magic sword is hidden in the body, and falls into the evil way with the sword. I have never seen this practice in the star continent. It seems that you are not only not a monk in the star continent, but also have no origin with the star continent!" Jiuyou Laozu looked at each other and said indifferently.

"In that case, I don't need to be polite to you, Jiuyou Fengshen pen!" Jiuyou ancestor suddenly said, a long pen appeared in his hand, blooming bright rays.

Jiuyou's ancestor, holding the Fengshen pen, pointed hard at the magic sword, and a ray of light poured out. In an instant, a river of brilliant stars was formed in the sky, from the top of the holy mountain to the end of the sky.

This river of stars, like a natural moat, separates Jiuyou from the magic sword!

"My magic sword, all things can be split, just a river of stars, how can it stop!" The master of the sword boat opened his mouth indifferently. The magic sword, with its monstrous spirit and a hundred feet long tail, fell on the river of stars at one stroke!

All of a sudden, the huge river of stars directly set off a huge wave, sweeping out tens of Zhang's bright light, illuminating the whole sky. Countless people looked at this scene with fear, and their faces were shocked.

It's terrible. It's an attack to destroy the heaven and the earth. I don't know how far I can get rid of the monks in Tibet. The battle between Jiang Feng and Gu Chen at the previous emperor conferring meeting can be said to be extremely wonderful. However, compared with the duel between Jiu you and the mysterious monk, it's just one day and one place, and the gap is too big.

"Sure enough, only when I get to the market can I exert the power to shake the world. I must get to this level as soon as possible." Seeing the war between the two sides, Jiang Feng became more and more eager for the strength of Zhixu,

Whoosh!

At this time, the vast river of stars in the sky, under the crazy cleavage of the magic sword, burst out endlessly, like a dazzling meteor, shooting in all directions.

Finally, the river of stars can't resist the power of the magic sword. It suddenly explodes and engulfs the whole heaven and earth. After breaking the barrier, the magic sword keeps on killing Jiuyou!

Many people are worried when they see this scene. They are afraid that Jiuyou's father will be killed. But Jiuyou's father himself is calm and looks at the sword's killing in the air. A bright light rises slowly in his pupils.

"Immortal altar, give me the power of the ancient road!"

Jiuyou's ancestors suddenly gave a big drink. From the ruins of the holy mountain, they suddenly shot out a great power, like pure rays, which swept away the surrounding ruins, and gathered on Jiuyou's ancestors.

Among the blown away ruins, Jiang Feng saw a stone platform tens of feet square, which was full of Taoist patterns, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

"The altar of immortals looks like this." Jiang Feng murmured. At first glance, it was similar to some mysterious sacrificial platforms in ancient times.

"The altar?" When Jiang Feng thought of this, his eyes suddenly showed a color of epiphany. Some of the functions of the sacrificial platforms of ancient tribes were to communicate with their ancestors, or to summon some mysterious forces. The function of the altar of immortals also had this point. There seemed to be a certain connection between the two.

Did the altar of immortals originate from the sacrificial platform of ancient tribes? Jiang Feng looks puzzled and thinks it's very possible. Besides, according to the master of the sword boat, the immortal altar seems to be able to communicate with the superior.

Jiang Feng has learned something about the existence of the superior plane in his previous life. It is said that after reaching the heaven, he has the ability to tear the space barrier, and then he can break the void and step into a unique plane more mysterious than the ordinary continent.

The practice system there, including the territory, and even the Qi of heaven and earth consumed by cultivation, is different from the general mainland.

In all the contact with the superior plane, Jiang Feng found that there was always an inseparable relationship with one word.

"Fairy

No matter what information we have in previous lives, we can't separate the word "immortal".

In this life, Jiang Feng can't deal with "immortals". For example, the nine heavenly immortals in the secret land of rain seem to come from the superior plane of "immortals" and the altar of immortals we see today.

All this has something to do with immortals.

"The superior plane belongs to the world of immortals. All monks are immortals. It should be a mysterious place completely different from the present plane. Mu Lingxue should have already stepped into that world."

Jiang Feng's thoughts are overflowing, and he is a little more calm when he thinks of his former enemies. But this calm is not to forget the hatred, but the hatred has long been imprinted in his memory, and has become a thing he has to do in his life. Therefore, it is not just superficial resentment.

At this time, the power of the ancient road from the altar of immortals is integrated into the body of Jiuyou's ancestor. His momentum immediately reaches a peak. Holding Jiuyou's magic pen, he suddenly points to the magic sword.

Brush!

A gorgeous star light, immediately rushed to the magic sword.

Bang!

With a bang, the magic sword was hit by the light of the stars swept by the Fengshen pen. Suddenly, the magic on it was imprisoned, and it could not move in the air.

Brush!

Jiuyou's ancestor, holding the Fengshen pen, made another stroke into the void. A brilliant light of stars swept out. The owner of the sword boat immediately waved his hand to stop it.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the owner of the sword boat stepped back.

At the same time, the magic sword in the sky was also shocked by the Fengshen pen, which immediately turned into a black light and quickly fell into the forehead of the owner of the sword boat, and then the Rune of the small black sword reappeared.

The crowd was shocked by Jiuyou's strength. It's so powerful that they can resist the attack of the magic sword and shake the opponent back. It's terrible!

"You are very strong, but my magic sword has not been cultivated to the extreme, otherwise I will kill you!" The master of the sword boat, after being dismissed, spits out coldly. As soon as he finishes speaking, his fierce momentum suddenly drops down, and his eyes return to the original merciless and dim.

His consciousness was once again occupied by the magic sword and fell into a deep sleep.

"I'll see you again."

Before the master of the sword boat was completely engulfed by the magic sword, he uttered four words coldly, and his body immediately fell into the boat with a beam of light, and the three hundred stone swords arranged in the sky immediately turned into runes of swords, which were imprinted on the boat with Qi brush.