Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1077: The road ahead is blocked and the Buddhist path cannot be achieved.

The Zhuxian Sword Formation used by Tongtian, the Patriarch of Biyou Palace, was unable to exert its maximum power.

Everyone was wondering how powerful this sword formation would be if it fell into Murong Ji's hands.

Now, the Zhuxian Sword in his hand can absorb and release calamity energy. The endless calamity energy absorbed is enough to brew a great calamity.

Yuanshi Tianzun's brows darkened. He understood what Murong Ji meant, but so what?

If you lose, you have to admit it. It's just that you are not as skilled as others. That's all.

"Don't blame him. We have different positions and what we do is upright. Winning or losing depends on this. Whether you win or lose, you have to accept it."

"Disciple knows!" Everyone bowed and replied.

"I followed my master's order to take charge of the Great Array of Humanity. I have also carefully studied the layout of that person Jiang. There may be a way to escape from it."

"I will tell you what to do, and it is up to you to choose."

Immediately, the entire Yuxu Palace began to summon disciples to come and listen to the teachings, no matter whether they were traveling outside or in seclusion inside the mountain gate.

Within two or three months, they all returned to Yuxu Palace and sat down in rows.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at his disciples below. There were nearly 60,000 disciples, but only a dozen of them were direct descendants.

The number of disciples is not much less than those of Biyou Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun said slowly: "The great calamity is coming. The main body of this calamity is you innate sacred beings. You all know the reasons. I will tell you again."

"As the primordial world slowly grows, the three great formations of heaven, earth and man are built: the Heavenly Array of the Zhoutian Stars, the Earthly Array of the Dutian Gods and Evils, and the Human Array of the Ten Thousand Immortals. The three formations are connected to bridge the chaotic aura, replenish the origin of the primordial world, and promote the growth of heaven and earth."

For three consecutive days, Yuanshi Tianzun described the beginning of the catastrophe and the present day in great detail to his disciples.

After explaining it clearly, he looked up again and saw that the disciple had no doubts.

Yuanshi Tianzun then said: "I think there are three ways to escape."

"One is to find a disciple to take your place in the calamity, but you must also teach him real skills and let him give up the Xiantian Dao text."

"I think what that man Jiang wants you to do is to look for him among the human race. I think we should just follow his wishes to prevent him from causing any more trouble."

"Secondly, you should close the mountain gate and practice in seclusion. I will put you on the list of gods. You will be on the list alive and avoid the killing disaster. The operation of the formation is also a chance for you."

"Third, leave Yuxu Palace and go to Renjiang Sect, Nuwa Sect, Houtu Sect or even the two saints in the west."

"You are not my palace people, I have no right to restrict you, but you don't have to make things difficult for me. You are all the descendants of Hongyun, and you will not forget the disaster. It is better to become a wandering immortal than to waste your life."

After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the real person Huang Long again. For a moment, his face looked a little ugly. After a long silence, he said, "Huang Long, you have always had some cause and effect with that human race."

"This time you will personally enter the calamity, end the cause and effect, and then go and make amends to that person Jiang, and continue on the path of cultivation. This is also a good opportunity. However, this calamity is bound to be risky, so you should consider it carefully."

Huang Long Zhenren immediately stood up, walked to the middle, knelt in the middle of the hall and kowtowed: "Disciple, thank you Master!"

After explaining everything clearly, Yuanshi Tianzun waved his hand to signal the disciples to disperse. Not long after, Guangchengzi came to report: "Master, some palace servants have gone down the mountain."

Yuanshi Tianzun sighed softly, "Let them be. You must not cause trouble for them. It's just a personal choice."

Guangchengzi's face looked unhappy, but he didn't say much.

"Go and call Zi Ya over. I have something to say to him."

Guangchengzi was stunned for a moment, then bowed and saluted.

Not long after, Jiang Ziya came directly to Yuxu Palace full of doubts.

"master."

He bowed to Yuanshi Tianzun above him and stood up.

Then Yuanshi Tianzun said, "I called you here because I have something to tell you..."

Wa Palace.

Nuwa looked down at the wilderness below. The endless calamity that was slowly brewing seemed to have consciousness and was constantly surging.

It seemed as if the entire sky was growing heavier.

Suddenly, he had some ideas. He curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, and flipped his hand. A blood-red bead appeared in his hand.

After thinking about it carefully, he was reluctant to let his disciple go to experience the calamity, so it would be better to let this bead go ahead to try his luck.

If he can really make a name for himself, it will be an opportunity for him.

Without saying anything more, he threw the bead out of the Wahuang Palace, and it flew towards Kunlun Mountain with an unknown force.

Mount Sumeru.

The Taoist Jie Yin sat cross-legged under a huge word "Tao", silent.

Next to him, there was a Taoist priest sitting cross-legged.

The Taoist Master Zhunti lowered his head, his face and body covered with slap marks and other injuries.

He was dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe and looked extremely slovenly.

The slap mark was delicate, the fingers were long and slender, and the force was quite strong, almost penetrating into the bones of Zhunti Taoist.

The injury was not light. Zhunti Taoist breathed in less and exhaled more, and kept wandering between life and death. Saints are immortal, because what they represent now is their own great way. If you want to destroy them, you can only annihilate their great way.

Or like Murong Ji did, directly usurp their authority and then use it to wear down their will.

The two men remained silent, indifferent to the many changes outside the main hall.

After a long time, the noise outside slowly dissipated. Taoist Zhunti raised his head slightly and unconsciously spat out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth.

The blood was half red and half gold, mixed with pieces of internal organs, and suddenly, it came out with a "puff".

Jie Yin, who was standing by, seemed not to have seen it and continued to meditate and seek truth in silence.

Taoist Zhunti looked up in astonishment and looked outside the Great Hall: "Ahem..."

A large amount of blood foam was sprayed out, still somewhat unwilling, and then said: "Brother, should we not do anything about it?! Such an opportunity, but my Western Daxing..."

The Taoist Jie Yin frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes: "You have already entered the calamity. If you don't calm down and comprehend this calamity, I'm afraid you will be sad."

"Brother... the West is flourishing... I have already contacted many disciples from Yuxu Palace and Biyou Palace, and guided them to join the Western Religion."

"Brother, if you want me to try one last time, I will accept it no matter what the cause and effect are. I will accept the calamity if I have to. For me, accepting the calamity may not be a bad thing."

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The Taoist Jie Yin remained silent, but he no longer had the heart to meditate.

With a helpless sigh, he said slowly, "Have you decided?"

Taoist Zhunti swallowed the blood in his mouth without giving up and said: "Ren Jiang has returned. We don't know what he got in the disaster."

"I don't know what his backup plan is, but our chance to become a great power is right before our eyes. Once Ren Jiang becomes a saint, I will have no chance anymore..."

The Taoist Jie Yin was somewhat helpless. He sighed and said slowly, "The teacher once told me that the Western Region would prosper. He has already made plans and selected a disciple. I have already asked someone to guard it. Why do you have to..."

Zhunti Taoist looked pale and smiled, "Hehe, like that man Jiang, he still needs to make many plans before the human race prospers."

"Zhunti, I am willing to make the dust and clean water for the prosperity of the Western Paradise..."

The Taoist Jie Yin was helpless and remained silent. He knew clearly what Murong Ji was planning. They were not fools, so how could he not notice anything?

Ren Jiang wanted to put all the saints in the Zhoutian into his pocket and let all the saints fall into disaster and experience the world.

Even if he guides him, it is unlikely that he can escape.

Murong Ji is not a saint because the path he takes is different from theirs.

How powerful is the acquired swordsmanship? No one can tell for sure, as no one has ever come into contact with the acquired swordsmanship.

The only King of the East is still unknown where he is.

Who can really understand how powerful this avenue constructed by human will and concepts is?

Furthermore, Murong Ji’s cultivation system is different from theirs, and they don’t understand what is so powerful about the method he practices.

However, how could they not be terrified when he was able to defeat Di Jun and Dong Huang and make Tai Qing Laozi fail three times?
When he came to his senses, the Taoist Zhunti had disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood.

The Taoist Jie Yin sighed helplessly, clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly.

There were some things he did not say, and he felt helpless. The acquired great way that Murong Ji had created again was in complete conflict with him.

The dispute between the two was more than just a dispute over the great principles; it was a life-and-death struggle.

His way forward was blocked by Murong Ji.

If the road ahead is blocked, the Buddhist path cannot be achieved.

The Taoist Jie Yin sighed, somewhat helplessly, and then slowly said: "Daoist Nüwa, you hit me too hard."

Most of the origin of the Taoist Zhunti was cut off. If it were not for the support of his own great way, he would have died and entered a calamity.

"Bah! I'm grateful that I've spared his life. As for whether he can repay his share of karma with the human race, that's not my business!"

Nuwa's voice, from calm to full of anger, seemed to come from the endless space.

It is the eternal echo, constantly resounding in the Great Hall.

On Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji looked at the white sword in his hand, and gently stroked his personal accessory, Tian Wen.

However, his heart was calm. A catastrophe was about to happen and it could not be reversed. If he could not achieve his goal, he would have to fight hard.

He was not sure whether he could be a match for four or even five saints.

He couldn't be sure whether the human race could win this time.

If they win, the human race will dominate the world and be invincible.

If they lose, the human race will become food and be kept in captivity by the saints as a vegetable garden for merit and fortune.

Murong Ji closed his eyes slightly and began to build up his fighting spirit. Before the battle, he adjusted himself to the best condition.

"Evergreen, ever sword."

Outside the Yuqing Palace, the voices of two disciples were heard: "Disciples are here!"

(End of this chapter)