A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 513: Crazy Luohou

A certain Taoist priest felt the countless gazes directed at him becoming increasingly dull, and with a smile on his face he waved the long banner in his hand that exuded the true meaning of creation.

In just a moment, countless eternal ways of domination were operated smoothly by the Taoist. With the help of the divine weapon of creation in his hand, wisps of chaotic green light that were soft and contained the mystery of creation shone and fell all over the prehistoric world.

The bloody clouds in the sky gradually melted away under the clear light of the chaos. The corpses and broken limbs in the ocean and on the earth also turned into streams of light with fragments of the "Tao" in the boundless chaos, merging into the heaven and earth. Countless innate gods and demons who died in the catastrophe and turned into wronged ghosts and evil spirits had their souls shattered, their innate true spirits purified, and restored their original consciousness, and then merged into the primitive earth.

In an instant, the wilderness changed drastically, all things came back to life, and the abundant vitality flowed into the boundless. If it weren't for the increasingly terrifying calamity energy on the earth, I'm afraid all living beings between heaven and earth would have thought that the calamity was over.

"Wow..."

At this moment, all the eyes that were watching the Taoist waving the long banner became extremely terrified.

One hundred and twenty-eight thousand and seventy-eight dull eyes were the first to withdraw, and in the panic they maintained a trace of calmness, using extremely sophisticated methods that were different from the prehistoric heavenly way, trying their best to conceal their own cause and effect. By the way, their sense of existence, in just a short moment, had disappeared from the prehistoric land, almost impossible to trace back and find.

Then, a few slightly "immature" but frightened eyes began to withdraw. Then, they used the crude and widely spread Tianji technique, like an ostrich, burying their heads in the "sand", hoping not to be noticed.

Even the Emperor of the Dao Alliance, who was outside the torrent of time and space, turned his attention back, took out the countless backup plans passed down by the Chaos Era, and was ready to run away at any time.

At the moment, there were only fourteen Taoists who were close at hand and unavoidable. With a little awkwardness, they looked at the Taoist who had just been "born" with extremely "ethereal" eyes.

The Taoist priest Sanqing put away the long banner, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "No, am I really so unpopular?"

Then, he looked at the two masters in front of him, and then at the twelve ancestor witches, as if he was an old father, with a gratified smile, "Fortunately, there are still twelve authentic Pangu masters and two foreign masters who don't despise me."

"I think we definitely have a lot in common and can talk about it."

The Taoist smiled, tore off a piece of time and space and turned it into a curtain. He slowly walked towards the fourteen Taoist friends whose faces were gradually turning pale, ready to chat with them.
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At this moment, the stars in the sky, including the Sun, the Moon, and the Purple Star, have all become calm. They are no longer as active as before, but are just emitting faint light and performing their due duties.

The sacred mountain in the ancient blessed land also shows an appearance of peaceful times. When the breeze blows, patches of green trees are shaded, and countless reflections are cast among the myriad stars.

The vast oceans on all sides are emitting waves of ripples, and wisps of vital energy are rising, showing a fairy-like aura.
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At the foot of Zhou Mountain.

The Ancestral Qilin, who had buried himself deep in the earth without moving, sighed in his heart, "It is not so easy to gather Pangu's true body with the spiritual power of all things, and the 'Pangu Creation Formation' is completed. Hey, Queen Hou Tu, you and the other eleven Ancestral Witches have made a big mess. Not only did the prehistoric earth shake and the ground veins shift, but also an innate god and demon named 'Yuanshi', who was born from Pangu's original spirit, appeared."

"That Sanqing Taoist is really annoying. Although I respect Pangu the Great God very much, I really don't want to see Him!"
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The top of Mount Xumi.

The World God of Awakening put his hands together, his face showing a little fear, and restrained all the aura in his body, not daring to make a single wave. Hong Xue beside him also looked nervous, using the strongest ice and snow method to restrain his own aura and freeze his own cause and effect.

This lasted for a long time, until they saw that the curtain of time and space was still continuing and the innate god and demon who had just "come out" did not find them, the two innate gods and demons breathed a sigh of relief.

Jueming wiped the sweat off his head and asked Hongxue softly, "Brother, why do I feel something is wrong with the Three Pure Ones Taoist who just walked out of Pangu God's fading figure?"

"Instinctively, I want to get close to him. This seems to be of great benefit to my future enlightenment. Perhaps it will allow me to realize the ultimate truth in a short period of time. But reason tells me that if I get too close, I will either become a part of him or disappear into the wilderness. There will no longer be any world god named Jue Ming."

This is not the result of deduction from heaven, but comes from the innate shortcut instinct of gods and demons, the most basic desire for survival of life, and the basic rationality as a practitioner.

Hong Xue said quietly, "You all know that this Sanqing Taoist came out of the body of the great god Pangu, and he was transformed from the pure spirit. What is his identity? Don't you know it in your mind?"

"He even claims to be the 'authentic Pangu'"

Jueming's expression was stiff, and he whispered to himself, "No way, didn't the Great Secret of the Wilderness say that Pangu had fallen when the sky was created, and gave birth to all things and created countless things?"

"Besides, the twelve witch ancestors only formed the 'Pangu Creation Formation', but they did not dig out the body of the great god Pangu. The Zhoushan Mountain formed by the spine of the great god Pangu is still there."

Hong Xue patted Jueming's shoulder and said softly, "Patriarch Bodhi mentioned it before. After Pangu God chopped his chaotic divine body into pieces with an axe, his true spirit fell into Pangu God's hands. He then lost consciousness. When he regained consciousness, he had become an innate god and demon in the prehistoric world."

"At the same time, some cultivation knowledge and methods from the great god Pangu were also engraved into their sea of ​​consciousness and became the 'innate inheritance', which is suspected to be the 'chance and fortune' to overcome the catastrophe of the creation of the sky."

“Do you think that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were all former Chaos Gods and Demons that were chopped down with an axe by the great god Pangu?”

Jueming was stunned, and murmured in disbelief, "You mean, the 'Pangu Creation Formation' created by the Twelve Ancestral Witches was created under the influence of the great god Pangu? This is impossible!"

Hong Xue sighed softly, "Didn't you find that the divine bodies of the twelve ancient witches are abnormally powerful, as if they are beyond the scope of the Taoist Lords of Life and Death, and faintly reveal a wild aura?"

"I guess there's a reason why they call themselves 'Pangu Authentic'."

Jueming was shocked. "Brother Hongxue, are you saying that the Twelve Ancestral Witches are really descendants of Pangu? Isn't the 'Pangu Authenticity' just a slogan they use to hype themselves up?"

"Is it true? This is impossible? We are all..."

Instantly, his expression changed, and then changed again, and he murmured, "We innate gods and demons are all part of the creation of all things by the great god Pangu. Can we also be said to be the authentic Pangu?"

“No, we are not qualified to be Pangu’s true descendants. We can only be called Pangu’s descendants, not Pangu’s bloodline. The connection between us innate gods and demons and the great god Pangu is not close enough, and the causal connection is not obvious.”

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches possess divine bodies of such strength and a wild aura. Did they 'revert' their bloodlines to their ancestors, thus strengthening their connection with the great god Pangu?"

"As the influence intensifies, the fate of cause and effect becomes closer. The Twelve Ancestral Witches will be affected, causing problems with the Pangu Creation Formation. This seems to make sense."

Jueming looked at Hongxue and exclaimed, "Brother is really amazing. He didn't even use the method of divination to deduce so much information from such a small amount of information. He is worthy of being the leader of the Seven Lights Warriors of Zhaixing Mansion." Hongxue shook her head and smiled bitterly, saying, "This is not something I deduced, but something that Patriarch Bodhi told me."

Jueming was stunned.

Bodhi Patriarch?

When did he send a private message to Senior Brother Hongxue?
Hong Xue whispered, "Master Bodhi told me to see that something was not right, and immediately bombard the bottom of this sacred mountain called 'Sumeru' with all my strength, saying that there is a certain chance that I can help the Twelve Ancestral Witches escape from their predicament."

Jueming asked in confusion, "Why does Patriarch Bodhi want to help the Twelve Ancestral Witches? The former Chaos Gods are now eager to hide their own karma and prevent the Three Pure Ones from noticing. In this situation, helping each other doesn't seem possible, right?"

Seeing the confused expression of the young monk Jueming, Hongxue helplessly spread her hands and explained, "Do you think there is any alias of Bodhi Patriarch among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, or any alias of the Lord of the Three Longevity Mansion?"

Jueming's eyelids twitched, he knew the tricks used by those predecessors, using their second soul and dharma body to go around with aliases, but he didn't know they were so tricky that they could actually sneak into the twelve authentic Pangu.

Moreover, this is the "Pangu Authentic" and "Pangu Creation Formation" related to the great god Pangu, so if you do this, you don't have to worry about being attacked or liquidated.
Oh, now the Three Pure Ones are discussing the Dao with them.

That's fine.

After a moment of silence, Jueming put his hands together, silently chanted the name of Amitabha Buddha, and then asked softly, "Brother Hongxue, is there anything special about this sacred mountain called 'Xumeru'? After your full-strength attack, it actually made the Three Pure Ones look at this place in an instant."

Hong Xue shook her head. "I don't know, but it should be something that can trigger the Three Pure Ones. Otherwise, it is easy to explain. When I attack the bottom of Mount Xumi with all my strength, I will have a chance to rescue the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

Jueming pointed at the space-time curtain at the edge of the sky and asked hesitantly, "The Twelve Ancestral Witches don't seem to have much of a problem in this situation. Brother Hongxue, are you going to take action?"

At this moment, Hong Xue also hesitated, and her breath became unstable.

Because Bodhi Patriarch didn’t seem to say what to do in this situation.

At this moment, a laugh came from the foot of Mount Xumi, and a sword light like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rose up, cutting through the void, stirring up countless calamities, and erupting with terrifying destructive power, causing the ancient western land to creak faintly, causing countless sacred mountains to collapse, countless veins to bulge, and countless blessed lands to break.

Hongxue and Jueming's expressions changed immediately. They had no time to think about the source of the laughter, nor did they care about Patriarch Bodhi's instructions. They immediately crossed the space and flew away from Mount Sumeru at a high speed.

They had no idea what would happen to this sacred mountain in the future, but if they stayed there any longer, the two ordinary world gods would definitely die, and their death would be very miserable.

Not long after they left, a figure in a black robe stood in mid-air on Mount Xumi. Looking at the figure that had already gone far away in the distance, he chuckled, "As expected of a world god from the prehistoric world, his perception is quite sharp, and he runs fast enough."

"What a pity! Otherwise, I could kill these two world gods and sacrifice my Four Immortal Executioner Swords with blood. Let me see their sharpness first."

At this moment, Luohou's eyes were already filled with blood-red murderous aura, and a deep aura of destruction lingered around his body.

In such a short period of time, he relied on comprehending the Dao rhyme of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian to naturally realize the strongest way of destruction that integrated all aspects. He immediately caught up with the progress of the chaotic gods and demons before the prehistoric times. He even had fragmentary insights into the ultimate way of destruction and was about to comprehend it completely.

"buzz"

A sword chant flashed across the sky, and the terrifying destructive force completely froze time, turning the billions of miles around Mount Xumi into a black and white painting, faintly revealing a true meaning of endless chaos and destruction.

The blood-red murderous aura in Luohou's eyes became stronger. He said with a smile, "Okay, okay, you're almost awake. Come, let me see your true face!"

"Destruction is indeed the fate of heaven and earth! My path is correct! I want to make the western part of the prehistoric world... No, I want the entire prehistoric land to become the nourishment for my enlightenment!"

"Only such pure destruction can be called the true ultimate!"

One after another spells came out from his hands, some of which actually had some shadows of "The Secret of Word Composition", showing the origin of the formation and covering the mystery of the true meaning of all formations.

"Come on! Destroy the prehistoric world!"

"I will use the ultimate way of destruction to prove myself as the Lord of Life and Death, step over the difficulty of merging with the Dao in one step, calmly bloom the flower of eternity, and achieve the eternal ultimate way of destruction!"

As Luohou roared with a bit of madness, a formation diagram embodying the true meaning of the end of the catastrophe emerged from under Mount Sumeru, carrying four ancient long swords, and instinctively evolved into a great power of the era cycle from existence to non-existence.

In an instant, the vast land was covered by the power of this doomsday catastrophe, which caused the earth, water, wind and fire to become disordered, and the yin and yang and four phenomena to become reversed, making it seem as if this magnificent world was about to collapse and return to silence.
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the other side.

A Taoist had just had a friendly discussion with fourteen fellow Taoists, and successfully reached a series of good cooperation with them, and signed many life contracts. The moment the curtain of time and space was drawn back, he suddenly found that blood was filling the sky and the earth, the true meaning of the end of the catastrophe was everywhere, and the end was at hand.

The Taoist was stunned and whispered to himself, "This Taoist's true meaning looks so familiar."

When he looked into the distance towards the sky above Mount Xumi in the west of the ancient world, he saw a crazy lunatic, who was emitting the true meaning of destruction and roaring loudly.

"Yeah! I did it!"

The terrifying destructive force erupted wildly, vaguely consistent with the true meaning of the apocalypse that filled the ancient world.

This is the ultimate way of destruction.

At the feet of this crazy lunatic was a scarlet battle formation diagram, with four ancient long swords standing on all sides of him.

(End of this chapter)