Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 589 Xuan Ji's Three Lives
Just as Cao Wei was protecting Zhu Jin, Zhu Zun in the underworld suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, and his thoughts turned into an old woman, appearing above the bloody sea of ​​suffering.

"Heishan, I have already said it before. We will not interfere in the world's affairs for nearly ten thousand years. You have crossed the line!" Zhuying said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Heishan, who was sitting cross-legged among the undersea mountains, chuckled and said: "Zhu, the three-realm covenant you have made cannot bind me."

"In that case, I will erase Xuan Hong and plant a new spiritual seed!" Zhu Ying said in a deep voice.

"Now that Sansheng is resurrecting, have you thought about how much price you have to pay to make him sleep again? That guy is not as easy to talk to as me." Heishan said slowly.

The three lives in His mouth are exactly the spirit of the chain of thousands of eons.

"If I can kill him once, I will kill him a second time!" Zhuying said slowly.

"The battle in the past was not due to you alone. Now among the many Mahayana monks in your spiritual world, how many of you can escape? Although I have voluntarily been suppressed in the bloody sea of ​​suffering here, as long as you have the true body Once I leave the land of hell, even if I don't want to, under the rules of heaven and earth, I can only reappear in the world and reestablish the six paths of reincarnation," Heishan said unhurriedly.

Hearing this, Zhuying slammed the bamboo stick in her hand and said in a cold voice: "Then please take back the remains of the Taiyin trapped in the Black Mountain."

"I can't move here! Once you start the war, I have the final say as to when it will end!" Heishan said slowly.

As soon as they entered the spiritual world, heaven and earth were felt. The bodies of these more than ten Mahayana venerables were filled with the glow of the sun and the moon, as if gods were protecting their bodies. It was difficult for ordinary people to see their faces.

Hearing this, Zhuying suppressed her laughter and said in a deep voice: "Jiuling, after you have settled the Xuanji matter, come to the Huangquan Yin Division."

Among them is Venerable Donghua of the Linglong Realm, or the full name is called 'Sun Emperor Ci Hui Zhu Sun Celestial Lord Da Luo Shang Tian Si Ri Shenjun Donghua Zhenmu Wang Gong'.

"Fellow Taoists, can you wait a little longer?" Venerable Donghua asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the extra pair of sun and moon eyes in the sky slowly closed and disappeared.

As Zhuying left, the dozen Mahayana venerables present in Linglong Realm all sighed.

Why don't they understand that this candle master from the spiritual world is here to demonstrate this time.

When this person saw Zhuying looking at him so unabashedly, he said in a calm tone: "Zhuying, get back. This is our Linglong matter, and I don't need you to worry about it."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ying laughed loudly. In the midst of his laughter, the day and night in the Linglong Realm suddenly changed, the light and shadow brightened and disappeared. In just a moment, the sun rose and the moon set in this world countless times.

At this moment, a Mahayana venerable with a dark appearance and peerless spiritual face was seen walking out of his respective dojo and descending into the spiritual world.

While speaking, Zhu Ying suddenly raised her head and cast her gaze into the distance, as those pair of sun and moon-like spiritual eyes appeared in the sky above Linglong Realm.

Seeing this, a woman wearing a robe of red frost and clouds of chaotic colors sighed softly: "Master, why do you disturb the laws of the movement of heaven and earth?"

As he spoke, he looked down and saw an old man with disheveled white hair who looked like a crazy devil. He was running barefoot on the earth under a lightning disaster that seemed to destroy the world. Wherever he passed, all the colors in the world were visible. It is slowly fading away. Tangible objects such as mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, vegetation, spirits, and monsters, as well as the invisible emotions and all kinds of mysterious aura between heaven and earth, seem to have been wiped away, as if they have disappeared from the painting.

Upon seeing this scene, Donghua sighed: "Why do ancient existences care about the world? As far as the world is concerned, people like us who separate the world and create their own dojo are really a stubborn disease. If there is no Mahayana in all realms, , if there are no monks, they may be able to escape the fate of destruction and truly exist in the world. "

However, he also understood that once the Linglong Realm lost the protection of Mahayana Venerables like them, it would only become a resource for other spiritual realms. Unless the Mahayana of the Three Realms erases the traces of the existence of monks, and then chooses to return to silence together and return the Tao to heaven and earth, can all realms be freed from the possibility of destruction.

The other Mahayana venerables were already well aware of this, so they did not respond at all, but looked indifferently as they watched Xuanji, who had turned into a disaster of immortality, walking in the world, swallowing up the world, doing everything they could to delay their own descent into silence and destruction. in the situation.

To them, the hundreds of races in the spiritual world, the tens of millions of creatures, are nothing more than a number.

At this moment, as Xuanji, the ancient venerable, caused this disaster of immortality, no matter whether it was a mortal or a monk in the tribulation period, the end would be the same, and they could not escape the fate of death.

Zhuying, who withdrew her gaze, turned to look at Heishan and said with a smile: "Finally, Xuanji is completely in the game. He has been planning for hundreds of thousands of years in vain."

Hearing this, Heishan frowned slightly and said slowly: "Using Xuanji's longevity disaster as an opportunity, using the ancient immortal energy as a bridge to plunder the luck of the Linglong Realm, although it can feed the Linghuan Realm back, it is just drinking poison to quench thirst. "

"I can't control that much anymore. As long as he is willing to intervene and let Linghuan Realm borrow the luck of the two Yuanhui in Linglong Realm to temporarily escape from the ruined situation, it is enough." Zhuying shook her head slightly.

"In this way, Linghuan Realm also opens the door to Linglong Realm." Heishan chuckled.

"Except Xuanji, among the juniors in the Linglong world, which one is my opponent?" Zhuying said slowly.

As soon as he said these words, a vague and illusory figure appeared above the bloody sea of ​​suffering.

As soon as she saw the coming person, Zhuying suddenly felt like she was facing a formidable enemy, and the incarnation of this thought suddenly turned into a burst of blue smoke.

The next moment, the Huangquan Earthquake shook, and the earth cracked open. A snake body like a mountain moved up and down in it. A snake head like a peak stretched out from the gray mist, looking down at the visitors.

"Zhu Ying, why are you so nervous? I haven't returned to my full glory yet, so I'm still no match for you." The weapon spirit 'Three Lives', who has been chained for a thousand eons, said slowly.

Speaking of this, He looked at Heishan coldly and said in a deep voice: "It's really not worth it for the Lord to enlighten you in the past!"

Hearing this, Heishan sighed softly: "In the past, my lord was determined to die. Am I like you, watching my lord completely destroyed? Now that my lord is temporarily in silence, I can rest for a while. Isn't this good? ?”

"Now is the Lord's weakest time, and I don't want anything to go wrong. If you have any disobedience, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Sansheng said coldly.

"You'd better recover first! After so many Yuanhui years, it's the first time I've seen you in such a situation!" Heishan said with a smile.

Hearing this, Sansheng said slowly: "My body in this life is just weak, but my past and future bodies are still in full swing!"

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PS: In the process of sorting out ideas……

(End of this chapter)