Mysterious world, I was handed over by my daughter to Zhen Mosi

The robbery of West Tianzhou?
Sword Lord Thirteen's words shocked everyone.

Guikui Shanjun also couldn't sort out the thinking inside, why this Izanagi's subordinate would suddenly point the edge at Chen Yu.

One must know that Sword Lord Thirteen never knew Chen Yu, no matter it was the ancient sacrificial era or the present, so why did he say that?

Could it be...

Guikui Shanjun's mind was shocked suddenly, as if he had thought of something.

According to Gu Tuoshe's prophecy, Wuyue will become the king of all races in Xitianzhou, and will also bring great catastrophe to Xitianzhou.

And this catastrophe itself may refer to... Chen Yu, the ghost of Fengdu Mountain!

Sword Lord Thirteen's goal is so clear, presumably he must have found Gu Tuoshe, and also learned of Chen Yu's existence from Gu Tuoshe.

"My father, is the robbery of West Tianzhou?" Chen Luoli muttered to herself, but she still didn't understand what Sword Lord Thirteen meant.

Fengdu Mountain has almost no intersection with Xitianzhou, so what does Gu Tuoshe's prophecy mean?
"I have been waiting for you here for a thousand years, I hope this thousand years of waiting will be worthwhile." Sword Lord Thirteen whispered again, his face was cold.

With a single glance, he saw through Chen Yu's realm strength. He was only at the late stage of the Litian Great Sage, and he was still far from the peak, let alone the realm of the Saint King.

As Izanagi's general, he ranks No. 13, and he is a true late-stage Holy King.

Killing Chen Yu is like snapping a finger.

But Gu Tuoshe is a prophet after all, and his prophecy is true. He said that the catastrophe of West Tianzhou will one day enter the Maitreya Realm, which will also turn the Maitreya Realm upside down.

Upon learning of this information, Sword Lord Thirteen took Izanagi's order and came to the Maitreya Realm with his own space power, waiting for thousands of years.

Now that it's finally come, he doesn't believe that Chen Yu has such weak strength, and he also hopes that the thousand years of waiting will be worth it.

After the words fell, Chen Yu's silently practicing eyes finally opened and closed slowly, and calmly looked at Sword Lord Thirteen.

The original power of Wu Zu is still fused and absorbed in the body, and it is only a matter of time before breaking through the peak of the Great Sage.

Sword Lord Thirteen also seemed to understand that Chen Yu's current state could not be disturbed.

"Thousands of years, you have worked hard."

The corner of Chen Yu's mouth smiled slightly. Although he was immersed in the state of cultivation, he listened to every word that Sword Lord Thirteen said.

He also knew about Bai Li's trip to the Valley of the Dead to reshape his body.

And Sword Lord Thirteen saw that Chen Yu had no intention of making a move, and immediately said coldly: "The descendants of Jianwan never take advantage of others' danger, and I will wait for you to leave the customs."

After speaking, he sat cross-legged in the air, with the hilt of his sword dropped in front of his knees.

Such a gesture was beyond everyone's expectations.

Chen Yu was amazed and admired: "Actually, you don't have to be like this."

Those who respect others will always respect them. Apart from following Izanagi's orders, Sword Lord Thirteen also has an upright demeanor in his conduct.

Unlike the evil king possessed by Maoshan Taiyin God, Sword Lord Thirteen has arrogance.

"You are cultivating, and I will take your life when you leave the gate." He said quietly, restraining all fluctuations in sword intent.

Without saying a word, he actually closed his eyes directly.

Seeing this scene, Chen Luoli and the others were suddenly speechless.

Indeed, they have never seen a ghost like Sword Lord Thirteen, who is obviously an evil monster, but is doing things that even a decent family may not be able to do.

Guikui Shanjun looked serious, and whispered slowly: "The so-called Jianwan should be an ancient family that has long been extinct in Xitianzhou, and the years span a very long time."

"I didn't expect that there are still members of the Jianwan clan surviving today. They used to have a very high prestige in Xitianzhou, and they have been guarding a divine sword named Yuhun for generations."

"The power of his foundation was able to rank in the top ten ranks in Xitianzhou, but then for some reason it led to the disaster of extinction. This descendant of Kenwan, for some unknown reason, worshiped under Izanagi's command."

After Guikui Shanjun finished speaking, Wuyue couldn't help thinking about it. She seemed to know something, but she didn't reveal it.

As Chen Yu fell into the state of cultivation again, the black hole in Bai Luo's palm had quietly flowed up. It seemed that as long as Sword Lord Thirteen made any changes, he would strike directly.

Chen Yu understood his behavior, closed her eyes and said softly: "He is a respectable opponent, step back for now."

After hearing this, Poirot nodded slightly and took half a step back.

However, Sword Lord Thirteen did not make any movements. As time passed, the absorption of the ancestor Wu's original power gradually came to an end.

The aura of Chen Yu's ghost body clone also began to climb towards the peak of Litian Dasheng.

For him, although the initial stage and the peak stage are just the end points in a realm, they are fundamentally different, which means the release of more abilities.

The ghost body avatar is promoted to the peak, and there is a world of difference before and after.

Soon, three hours passed.

The current status quo of the Maitreya Realm has no daylight, and the sky and the earth are gloomy and dull, until a cloud of clouds suddenly rolls in from the west of Wushan Mountain, bringing a mighty cosmic majesty.

The majesty is overwhelming, making the mountains and forests sway continuously, and even more radiance pours down, reflecting the night of Wushan like day.

When Guikui Mountain Lord suddenly raised his head, he saw the arrival of Xiayun in the distance, and there were human priests standing on it!

The team was huge, more than tens of thousands, and the scale was astonishing. All the evil spirits and fluctuations in the Maitreya world along the way retreated one after another.

"No, it's Buzhoushan's power!" Guikuishan Jun's body tensed up again.

The threat of Sword Lord Thirteen has not disappeared yet, and here comes another big man.

Both Wuyue and Chen Luoli looked up, and the manifestation of that scene shocked them both.

"Golden Crow Banner, Jizu of the Four Great Tribes..." Wuyue's pupils narrowed slightly, and her expression became even uglier.

When Ji Zu traveled, he was accompanied by chariots and chariots singing on the moon, and accompanied by calligraphy and seals from the sky. This kind of battle already belonged to the strength of all members of the Jinwu tribe.

It can be seen that on the Xiayun, the human sacrifices are majestic and calm, coming from the west and going to the east, just passing through the boundary of Wushan.

"There are two more white robes?" At the end of Guikui Mountain Monarch's eyes, there were two high priests wearing white robes outside the huge chariot.

When he hunted and killed Shiva alone, his combat power in his heyday surpassed that of Nanpi Tuo, but he was still in the hands of the four white-robed high priests, his body was destroyed alive, and his soul was torn apart.

Among the four tribes at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, except for the four chiefs, the white-robed high priest is the absolute top power, the existence that makes many ghosts and gods in the world turn pale.

Although the number is small, each of them is extremely terrifying, more or less mastering more than twenty kinds of formulas from the wordless heavenly scriptures.

In front of the white-robed high priest, ordinary demons have no room to escape.

Even human ghosts and gods at the backbone level will lose half of their lives once they encounter two or more.

"The worry about offering sacrifices to the queen has finally come." Wuyue looked complicated, looking at the sky full of clouds, not knowing what to do.