I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

"Is that really Liu Feiyan?" a group of monks started discussing.

"Even if it's Yan'er, it's impossible." Liu Yanbin's voice rang out, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Liu Yanbin looked up at the night sky lit up by the Glazed Phoenix and said confidently, "But if Master Xiao helps, it may not be impossible."

Ouyang Jiulong frowned immediately: "No, even if Lord Xiao helps, it's too absurd..."

Before he finished speaking, a dragon's roar filled the air.

When they looked up again, they saw the Azure Dragon wrapped in the storm, bathed in thunder, also wrapped in the colored glaze aura, running side by side with the Divine Phoenix.

The rhyme of Tao is of great benefit to cultivators. If they can gain sudden enlightenment, their cultivation will naturally improve. Therefore, once the rhyme of Tao emerges, the cultivators around will rush to practice and digest it, hoping to share in the blessings of the cultivator with the rhyme of Tao.

However, the vision of the two Void Refining geniuses was so shocking that everyone forgot about the matter of taking advantage of the Dao rhyme.

It was not until the bright red nine-tailed fox and the dark purple netherworld butterfly flew through the fairy clouds and danced with the divine phoenix and the blue dragon that they finally reacted.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get started!"

Even if it is only one or two out of ten, no, one or two out of a hundred, it is enough to drive ordinary cultivators crazy.

No matter whether it was the great masters who had reached the state of spiritual enlightenment or the disciples who had just started practicing Qigong, at this moment they were concentrating on the strange vision above their heads, trying to comprehend the mystery within.

Four great visions, interwoven with the color of glazed glass, flowed across the sky, dyeing the originally silent night sky like a fairyland.

Many monks thought that this was the most spectacular sight they had ever seen in their lives.

But the next moment, a hazy moon rose.

The bright moonlight, reflected on the phoenix and the dragon, the fox and the butterfly, is sacred and mysterious, and cannot be offended, just like all things in the moonlight.

Bathed in the rhythm of Tao, no matter how high or low their cultivation level was, the cultivators all caught a glimpse of the true source of the Great Dao!

Sword practitioners only felt that their sword hearts became clearer, and Buddhist practitioners only felt that their Buddha hearts became more transparent. This vision seemed to contain the essence of cultivation, allowing everyone to benefit!

The young monks were immersed in the joy of improved cultivation and were ecstatic, but the ones who were truly horrified were the great elders and other incarnations of power.

The hazy moon is the symbol of the sword immortal.

The Sword Immortal had already reached the pinnacle of the immortal path ten thousand years ago.

This means that what they are witnessing now is at the pinnacle!

The way of heaven is not untouchable.

"Now you should believe Lord Xiao, right?" The great elder stroked his beard and smiled.

There was only silence in the air in response.

If this was Xiao Wuyou's countermeasure and preparation, they could fully understand why Xiao Wuyou wanted to keep it secret.

The secret cannot be revealed.

The Great Elder knelt down with a bang and bowed deeply in the direction of Juejian Peak.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zuimeng, Ouyang Jiulong, Zhang Chunxiao, Shen Chen, and all the incarnations of the powerful followed the great elder and bowed deeply.

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The next morning.

The warm sun blew with the breeze, gently lifting Xiao Wuyou's eyelids.

Xiao Wuyou looked up and saw the sky above his head was azure blue, with fairy clouds lingering, and glass-colored fragments floating in the sky, which was dreamy and beautiful.

Is this heaven?

Xiao Wuyou closed his eyes peacefully.

No, where does the paradise come from in the world of immortal cultivation?

Xiao Wuyou opened his eyes again and his mind finally became clear.

Last night, the spiritual power of Yan'er and others breaking through the realm of refining emptiness made such a huge noise that the secret realm was torn apart, causing the morning sun to set.

I am still awake.

That is to say...

Xiao Wuyou stood up excitedly, looked around, and finally was convinced.

He won this battle!

Chapter 82 Heavenly Dao Attacks

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Thousands of miles up in the sky, the air is clear and the Juejian Sect is as peaceful as usual.

Until two sudden figures appeared from the void with boundless Tao rhyme.

In an instant, regardless of their level of cultivation, the monks who were originally busy on guard, preparing for battle, and recuperating felt their hearts tremble, and at the same time recalled the most shocking scene they had experienced so far. They were filled with awe for a moment, and they were stuck in place, unable to move.

Just a few seconds.

It was enough to terrify the monks.

That aura was different from cultivation or murderous intent, and it was a sense of oppression far beyond their understanding, making every cultivator feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Everyone assemble!"

A loud shout was heard from somewhere, and all the monks put down their work and rushed to their posts as soon as possible.

A group of incarnations of great powers, led by the four great sect leaders, also came to the outside of the hall, looking up into the sky with solemn expressions.

"That is...the way of heaven?" The usually steady leader of the Red Maple Valley couldn't help but turn pale at this moment.

It's not that they don't trust Xiao Wuyou, but the idea of ​​"Heaven's Way" is too bizarre.

But when they saw it with their own eyes, the instinctive tremor deep in their souls forced them to believe it.

What they are facing is the Heavenly Dao that dominates all living beings and the supreme being in the world of immortal cultivation!

In mid-air, the group of cultivators below looked as pathetic as ants in the eyes of the devil.

The four major sects, representatives of local forces, and even some old monsters who have lived for a thousand years.

In the past, I was just an ordinary cultivator, looking up at their backs.

But what does it matter? No matter how high your cultivation is or how long you live, aren't you still as small and pathetic as an ant?

Thinking of this, the demon felt that he was incomparably superior, and knelt down to the Heavenly Dao and asked: "Master, I will go and kill all those ants for you!"

"No need."

Tiandao looked down at Juejian Sect calmly without even glancing at Tianmo.

"Just an ant, don't bother with it."

There is no difference between the level of cultivation and that of others in the eyes of Heaven.

He doesn't care whether Juejian Sect is an empty mountain with no one in it or a group of thousands of people with their hands tied to their backs.

The only thing he cares about is freedom and carefreeness!

From the moment he came here, Tiandao had been spying on the trajectory of fate. The strange thing was that he could be sure that Xiao Wuyou was in the Juejian Sect, but he couldn't find the specific location.

What tricks is Xiao Wuyou up to again?

Or was it that he was seriously injured in the battle in Tianhuo City and has not yet recovered, so he is unable to show up?

That's why he hid himself and even let these bastards come out to die in order to delay time.

How sad, we are still human after all.

Even if he managed to escape the downpour, he couldn't escape the storm. Changing his fate once would have exhausted all his strength, right?

Tiandao’s thought flashed through his mind, but he did not take any action. He just stood there quietly.

He thought so last time.

As the Way of Heaven, it is natural for him to look down upon the ants of the mortal world.

However, if Xiao Wuyou was already dying, how could it be worthy for him to personally judge him?

"Go find Xiao Wuyou."

"As ordered!"

"But these monks..." The devil had no power and did not dare to make the decision on his own.

"It's up to you." Heaven doesn't care.

Tianmo couldn't hide his excitement, and immediately flashed to the sky above Juejian Sect, looking down from above.

"Everyone, do you know what kind of supreme being you are facing?"

"My Lord is Heaven! And I am the one who serves the Supreme Dao!"

"Today we are not here to seek a battle, but to grant you a gift from heaven!"

"Xiao Wuyou is a cancer that disrupts the destiny of the world. His crimes are extremely heinous! As long as you hand over Xiao Wuyou, my Lord will forgive your rudeness and give you unimaginable rewards!"

The demon really didn't lie.

Heaven has gifted him with countless skills, magic weapons, and cultivation resources. Any of them would be enough to drive cultivators all over the world crazy.

Although times have changed and things and people have changed, the demon is still intoxicated by the pleasure of having the powerful people in the immortal world bow down to him and curry favor with him.

Unfortunately, this time is different.

A deep roar came from his dantian, exploding like thunder: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Either fight or get out! We monks won't fall for this!"

Ouyang Jiulong walked in the air, waved his hand and summoned nine candle dragons, which roared against the sky.

The cultivators finally came back to their senses from the shock of Heaven, released their cultivation, and roared in cheer along with the head of the Spirit Beast Manor in mid-air.

Shen Chen, Zhang Chunxiao and Jiang Zuimeng also followed Ouyang Jiulong forward.

"Talking too much is useless."

"We cultivators are meant to ascend to heaven, how can we be relegated to a low position at this moment?"

"Humph, isn't that the way of heaven? Wasn't he half-killed by my disciple... my Master Xiao? In one word, lame!"

Originally, he thought that after threats and inducements, many cultivators would turn from evil to good. However, unexpectedly, the morale of the Juejian Sect was not shaken at all, which made Tianmo very annoyed for a while.

But the next moment, a loud noise erupted in the sky, the lead-gray rhyme of Tao condensed into a solid, and the bright daylight was dyed gray in an instant.

The way of heaven does not care about the rudeness of ants.

If there was no Jiang Zuimeng, that sentence would have violated his bottom line.

"Do you think Xiao Wuyou can defeat me?" Tiandao smiled leisurely and spread out his hands with a peaceful look on his face.

"So where is he now?"

The demon dared not say a word anymore, and the expressions of the four sect leaders below became even more solemn.

"Why do you want to provoke him?" Ouyang Jiulong glared at Jiang Zuimeng unhappily.

"Now, people are angry." Feeling the suffocating pressure, Zhang Chunxiao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said helplessly.

Master Shenchen shook his head repeatedly: "What a sin."

"I'm just trying to boost morale!" Jiang Zuimeng felt very aggrieved.

She had always thought that the Way of Heaven was ruthless and heartless, but she never thought that it could get angry like mortals!

"Why, you can't answer?"

Tiandao asked again, his voice was very soft, but a heavy lightning flashed across the sky, shocking people's minds.

Ouyang Jiulong, Zhang Chunxiao, and Shen Chen all took half a step back at the same time.

Jiang Zuimeng's mouth twitched, and he had no choice but to step forward alone, bearing the pressure like a mountain descending from the sky, and replied: "Xiao, Master Xiao has his own response! How can you see through it?!"

Tiandao smiled contemptuously when he heard this.

"I really cannot fathom the folly of going against the will of Heaven."

"That's why I came here to witness his own destruction!"

As he finished speaking, Tiandao slowly raised the pitch-black demon seed in his hand and crushed it violently.

Black winds blew up, wailing continued, mountains and rivers were broken, vegetation withered, and as living beings died, black energy gathered towards the demon species in the hands of Heaven.