Sweeping Monk, Go Down the Mountain at Full Level

He uses Zixiao Divine Thunder to protect his heart.

Otherwise, with a single blow of the God-killing spear, it can completely destroy the billions of years of Daoism of the Great Emperor!

Blistering of blood.

Each blood bubble exploded, and the silhouettes of the ancestors of Styx rose up.

At a glance, so many Styx ancestors, like countless red dots, are standing in a huge sea of ​​blood.

The number... as many as one billion! One billion blood gods! "The sea of ​​blood will not dry up, and this seat will not die!"

One billion Styx ancestors spoke in unison.

The sound is like billions of sound waves, trembling nine heavens.

"brush......"

In an instant, Yuan Tu, who had just been suppressed, Abi Er's two divine swords burst into a dazzling red light.

One billion ancestors of the Stygian River, together mobilized the mighty mana, almost the power of a saint, and directly broke through the suppression of the Queen Mother of the West and the Great Emperor Zhenwu.

The Jade Emperor, who was sitting on the throne of Lingxiao, changed his face greatly: "This is... the power of the half-step saint!"

The half-step saint is very close to the realm of the heavenly saint, only half a step away.

Far from being a quasi-sage comparable! I did not expect that the Great Emperor Zhenwu, the Queen Mother of the West, the Great Emperor Changsheng, and the Great Emperor Ziwei all attacked, and they could not help the ancestor of Ming He.

On the contrary, Emperor Changsheng was stabbed by the God-killing spear in a careless manner and was seriously injured.

The sages of the Heavenly Dao are immortal and immortal, they rule the universe, they will not wear out after ten thousand kalpas, they will not be stained by cause and effect, and they will not be able to do anything for innumerable kalpas.

A quasi-sage exists, with a holy character, although it is not a real saint, but it is extremely difficult to kill, almost immortal.

But.

There are still extremely ferocious divine weapons in the world, which can injure and kill quasi-sages.

God-killing spear is one of them! This is the root of the creation of Qinglian, rooted in the wilderness and chaos, constantly absorbing the murderous aura, accumulated over time, gradually became the most murderous thing in the world.

The power is so strong that it can naturally kill a quasi-sage.

"No, Emperor Changsheng is in danger!"

Zhen Yuanzi, who was watching the battle, sank in his heart and immediately shot.

A roll of long sleeves, smashing the void, and the universe in the sleeves, directly taking the Emperor Changsheng away.

Zhen Yuanzi also wanted to take the opportunity to take away the God-killing spear.

How could Old Ancestor Ming He let him wish, instead he urged the God-killing spear, shattered the space, and stabbed Zhen Yuanzi at the Wuzhuang Temple of Longevity Mountain.

Zhen Yuanzi's complexion changed greatly, he waved his hand to sacrifice the book, and then blocked the blow of the God-killing spear.

The book of the earth is transformed by the fetal membrane of the great land, and its defensive power is unparalleled, comparable to the lotus platform of the [-]th grade.

Even so, most of the Longevity Mountain in Zhenyuanzi Dojo collapsed, failing to fully resist the terrifying power of the God-killing Spear.

"Ancestor Ming He took advantage of this calamity, and his strength has soared. It is difficult for us to match, so let's go quickly."

"Let's go! To suppress the ancestor of Ming He, we need to think about it in the long run!!"

"Hey, Old Ancestor Ming He has become strong, I am afraid that by killing to prove the Dao and become a saint, there is already a nine-tenths of confidence."

"I don't know who can be the opponent of Old Ancestor Ming He in the whole world and all beings in the Three Realms."

"Xuankong Buddha can't do it, Xuankong's cultivation is still shallow, and it is impossible to resist the ancestor Minghe."

The Queen Mother of the West, Emperor Zhenwu, Emperor Ziwei and other quasi-sacred giants immediately retreated and left the sea of ​​blood in the netherworld.

The ancestors of the billion Ming River merged into one, reached out and grabbed, holding the God-killing spear.

"Hmph, I'll let you go first, and I'll find you one by one to settle accounts after I kill Xuankong Buddha."

Ancestor Ming He snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with cold electricity.

"Chong...!"

Yuantu Divine Sword, Abi Divine Sword flew back to the sheath, left and right: inserted behind the ancestor of Ming He.

Wearing a gray robe, the tall and thin ancestor of Ming He, carrying Yuantu, Abi Divine Sword, and holding a god-killing spear, blood and energy lingering all over his body, he looked like a Shura killing god.

"Xuankong! You dare to stop the flaming red lotus of the [-]th grade industry of this seat, ruin this seat's plan, and fight against this seat over and over again."

"Now, this seat has come to you to liquidate!"

The killing intent of the ancestor Minghe boiled, the temperature of the sky and the earth plummeted, and the sun and the moon dimmed.

Holding the God-killing spear, the tip of the spear slashed, and the void split open.

The ancestor of Ming He took a step forward, escaped into the void, and killed Xu Changsheng in a distant land! To read the underlined version of the novel, please download Fei Lu's novel

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The battle between Xu Changsheng and the real body of Pangu is also drawing to a close.

"hold head high--"

The Saint Wei Zulong incarnated by Xu Changsheng circled and tightened the real body of Pangu.

The sharp and powerful dragon claws tear apart the immortal body of Pangu's true body.

The majestic dragon head, held high, holds the innate fire essence of the candle nine yin in its mouth, mixed with Xu Changsheng's wrathful Buddha fire, and burns the head of the real body of Pangu.

"Roar! Pangu's real body is immortal!!"

The wild and powerful Pangu real body, covered with ancient witch patterns, let out an angry and unwilling roar.

He was unwilling because he lost to Xu Changsheng.

"The Twelve Ancestors are incomplete, and they have not shown the full strength of Pangu's true body, otherwise you will definitely not be an opponent!"

There were several different voices from the real body of Pangu.

It was Xuan Ming, Gong Gong, Zhu Rong and other ancestor witches who shouted in unison.

"Amitabha, even if you let the twelve ancestors gather together and condense the real Pangu body, they will not be the opponent of this seat."

"Because... to suppress you, this seat did not exert its full strength at all!"

Xu Changsheng did not talk nonsense with Xuanming, Gonggong, Qiangliang, Zhu Rong and other ancestor witches, and directly suppressed Pangu's real body into the golden bowl of Hunyuan Daluo.

"Click"

The void shattered like a mirror.

Old Ancestor Ming He held the slaughtering spear in his palm and attacked from Xu Changsheng's blind spot.

For a time, the sky crumbled, the sun and the moon did not shine, time and space seemed to freeze and stagnate, leaving only a blow from the ancestor of Ming He.

"One hit kill!"

Ancestor Ming He's eyes flashed with domineering and self-confidence.

"Dang--"

A deafening bell rang, echoing nine days, shattering thousands of miles of void.

I saw the spear tip of the God-killing spear collided with the bell body of the Chaos Clock and was resisted.

This is not the book of Zhen Yuanzi, barely resisting the God-killing Spear of the ancestor of Ming He, or even failing to prevent all the power of the God-killing Spear.

Xu Changsheng's chaotic bell completely blocked the attack of the ancestor Ming He and was unscathed.

"Chaos Clock!"

Ancestor Ming He's eyes turned cold, his arms retracted, and he put away the God-killing spear.

The sound of two innate treasures colliding, aroused the attention of all the gods in the Three Realms, all the almighty... giants.

Emperor Zhenwu, Emperor Ziwei, Emperor Changsheng, Emperor Jade Emperor, Zhen Yuanzi and others who fled back to their respective dojos showed their shocked faces.

"It is the hanging Buddha of the World Honored Buddha!"

"He fought with Ancestor Ming He."

"Oops, when the ancestor of Ming He, Xuankong Buddha was in danger."

Several great emperors, quasi-sages, sank in their hearts.

On the Lingshan Mountain in the west, all the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas have a worried look on their faces.

"The World Honored One was attacked and killed by the ancestor of Ming He.

"What should we do, how do we rescue the World Honored."

"Ancestor Ming He is known as a saint, and now he has set off a calamity, almost killed it to prove the Tao, and got the God-killing gun, he can't beat it at all."

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Tianlong Guangde Bodhisattva, they said worriedly.

Bai Suzhen sat on the knees and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, bless the World Honored One."

Xiaoqing, Nie Xiaoqian and other women sat on the ground one after another and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "My Buddha is merciful, I must bless the World-Honored One."

"Amitabha, bless the little monk."

Seeing this, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva immediately said to the saints in the Western Heaven: "We recite the honorary name of Xuankong Buddha together, and bless the Buddha's name, the ten thousand Buddhas!"

Manjusri Bodhisattva sat on his knees and took the lead in reciting Xu Changsheng's Buddha name: "Nanwu has infinite merit and virtue, respecting the king and Buddha!"

"Nanwu's merits and virtues are boundless, respect the king and Buddha!"

"Nanwu's merits and virtues are boundless, respect the king and Buddha!"

"Nanwu's merits and virtues are immeasurable, the king and Buddha, who will save all sufferings, and transform all calamities.

The chanting of the Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures reverberated in Lingshan, shaking the thirty-three heavens.

The voices of the saints and Buddhas are long and lingering, with no beginning of time and space, and through the method of causality, they blessed Xu Changsheng.

Suddenly, Xu Changsheng's whole body was filled with nine-colored Bodhi light.

Behind the head, a golden Buddha wheel emerges, and the figures of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas are sitting on their knees.

The Buddha shadow this time is not... Xu Changsheng's own sixty trillion Buddha shadows, but the real Buddhas of the Western Heaven! "You wait..."

Xu Changsheng's heart moved, and a warm current could not help flowing.

"Actually, you don't need to help me, the poor monk can still kill the ancestor of Minghe."