surnamed Wang

As Bai Hao made a real move, the entire Shura made a rumbling sound like a roar.

The ancient gods, great demons, and evil cultivators from all directions arrived upon hearing the sound. Before they could arrive, those with low cultivation in the middle were crushed by some invisible force and turned into a bloody mist, melting into the bottomless sky.

The god of death ran into him on the way to the end of the world, grinning to harvest the remaining souls.

When the two armies go to war, not only the military god can be blessed.

One figure after another appeared in the sky, setting off the sound of hunting, and within a quarter of an hour, Bai Hao was surrounded.

Facing the ancient God of Death who had imprisoned him for tens of thousands of years, no matter how many of them there were, they would not dare to act rashly.

The crowd separated to the left and right, and several figures came to the front, it was the ancient gods headed by the black-headed jiao.

The God of War who was lying in the deep pit hesitated for a moment, got up and flew towards the sky.

At this moment, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Bai Hao's mouth. He lightly pulled the rein, and the white horse under him neighed, raised its front hooves high, and stomped heavily.

Especially in the middle of the air, a coercive pressure came from above the head of the old man, and his figure fell sharply, smashing a hole in the ground again.

Bai Hao's haughty voice sounded:

"Did I wake you up?"

"Bai Hao, you little bastard, have you forgotten who taught you how to kill the enemy in battle?"

Military God lost face in front of everyone, lying in the pit cursing.

Bai Hao glanced at him, and said loudly:
"Do you know friendship now? In terms of friendship, among the ancient gods here, which one was not created by the Holy Spirit? Even your supernatural powers come from the power of the Holy Spirit.

If there is no Holy Spirit generously giving orders to preach, how can you get titles, gods, and offerings?
But you are still dissatisfied, and you are all thinking about Mie Ling instead. Such an unfaithful and unrighteous god, what qualifications do you have to sit in that high position? "

Bai Hao asked a series of questions that shook the hearts of the ancient gods present.

They didn't want to overthrow the Holy Spirit at all, and they participated in the battle of the year under persuasion.

At first, he wanted to get some benefits, but then things got out of hand, until he was imprisoned in the Asura Realm, his ambition was gradually wiped out, and finally he just wanted to regain his freedom.

The scene fell into silence, and a burst of ear-piercing applause suddenly sounded. Guangshen Yiyang said with a cheerful smile that has not changed for thousands of years:

"Bai Hao, I've always thought of you as a reckless fool. I didn't expect you to be so deceptive."

He turned around and looked around, and said flatly:
"The Holy Spirit really treats me well, and it is not an exaggeration to say that I am kind to my parents, but why do parents in the world impose so many restrictions because they are afraid of their children?
For example, if a farmer's son is able to pass the exam, will the farmer prevent his son from rushing to the exam, or will he support him with all his strength? "

After the man finished speaking, the originally silent crowd began to become noisy.

Bai Hao's face was calm. He had learned the opponent's sophistry ability a long time ago, so he has not been idle for ten thousand years, and has been deliberating on his speech skills.

It wasn't that he didn't have the ability to quell the riots by killing gods, but that he wanted to follow the last wish of the late Holy Spirit and try not to lose his life again.

Bai Hao's indifferent voice sounded:

"Yiyang, your example is wrong. The farmer helps his son because of his own limited ability, and he needs his son to honor his ancestors for him.

Lord Holy Spirit is omniscient and omnipotent, everything he gives you is a gift, you just need to be grateful. "

Yi Yang suddenly said when he heard the words:
"So, isn't the Holy Spirit the emperor? Everything in the world belongs to him, even his own son, he must always be on guard. That's why throughout the ages, there have been so many unworthy sons who killed their fathers and seized the throne."

Yi Yang suddenly turned his head to look at the crowd, the hypocritical mask he had been wearing for tens of thousands of years finally disappeared, and said with a gloomy face:

"Killing God is right. We are all a bunch of rebellious sons who have forgotten their ancestors. Whether we succeed or fail, we will have a stink for thousands of years. Now that we are all stink, what are you doing with such a shy and ashamed look?
Either don't do it, or do it absolutely. Now you and I have reached a situation where there is no way out. If you want to change your destiny, you only have magic weapons in your hands. "

Yi Yang stretched out his right hand, a whistle sounded from the sky, and a golden wheel of light suddenly arrived.

Seeing the light wheel, Bai Hao's eyes were serious, and he said in a deep voice:
"Yiyang, you keep saying you don't obey the Holy Spirit, but in the end you have to use the sun and the moon."

"The world's magical soldiers are matched with those who can."

The sun and the moon are lasing out...

While Bai Hao was dealing with the sun and the moon, Xia Youkang rushed to the sky again, the saber in his hand turned into thousands of phantoms, and at the same time shouted at the black-headed jiao:
"Borrow the old man's holy spirit relic."

The opponent hesitated for a moment, and finally threw out the black air long knife in his hand.

The old man grabbed the magic weapon, and his body was good at facing the wind. In an instant, he turned into a giant of hundreds of feet, and slashed out with a condescending sword.

Bai Hao didn't dare to fight head-on with the two Holy Spirit Immortal Artifacts. He dodged in a hurry, and the giant knife fell straight down. Before it touched the ground, the knife swung across and passed.

……

In the east, the territory of aura, everyone gathered in Zhongfeng Hall.

The head of the sect, Shuangchaozi, had all the chains removed from his body, and his haggard body turned back into a middle-aged appearance.

"This old man will not force you, if you want to go home, go out of the world with me."

The monks present looked at each other, and no one expressed their opinion for a long time. Gongsun Zhe said:

"Sect Leader, what does the Immortal Emperor say about this?"

"The Immortal Emperor told us not to act rashly, and didn't say the specific reason."

"Where is fellow Daoist Zhao, is there any way to get out of trouble?"

Shuang Chaozi shook his head, "Zhao Daoyou probably doesn't know the way out."

As soon as this remark came out, the people below immediately began to chat in a buzzing voice, unavoidably dissatisfied with the Immortal Emperor in their words.

The master waved his hand again and said:

"Calm down. It's not necessarily that the Immortal Emperor deliberately deceived this matter. It may be that Zhao Daoyou didn't realize the mystery. The most important thing right now is our choice. Choose to continue to believe in Sanxian Island, or take a chance with your life?"

Elder Gongsun hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and said:

"I am in favor of following the Black-headed Flood Flood Dragon to complete the battle of exterminating spirits. We have been imprisoned for thousands of years. Sanxian Island has exhausted all methods, but there is still no way to rescue us. Waiting any longer is futile.

Immortal cultivators of my generation seek to be unrestrained. The current situation is not much better than death. Instead of being controlled by others, it is better to hold the way out in our own hands. If we fail, we will die and die. "

"I agree with Elder Gongsun's words. The Holy Spirit is not benevolent, and treats everything as a dog. Let's go out!"

"Yes, back out!"

There is a lot of response below.

Only the three lords remained silent.

"Du Zhao, Yushan, Bingxia, what do you think?"

The majestic voice of the headmaster sounded, and the other monks also turned to look at the three of them.

Lu Yushan lowered his head and said:

"I don't want to participate in any spirit-killing wars. I just want to find Guizong. He was born in Shura, and this is his home. Wherever he is, it doesn't matter where he is."

After the war started, Lu Yushan immediately searched for his son. He went around the whole mountain, but he couldn't find him.

He named the child "Guizong", thinking that one day he would return to the sect, but now that his son was lost, he realized that these were not important.

The master sighed and said:

"Yushan, don't worry about this matter, that kid has a wild temper, and he might go somewhere to play, we will help you pay attention."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the other two, "Du Zhao, Bingxia, what are your thoughts?"

His Majesty Zhongfeng glanced at the dejected Lu Yushan, bowed his hands to everyone and said:
"I'm sorry everyone, Bingxia and I are going to help Yushan find Guizong together, so we can't help you."

"It's okay."

Shuang Chaozi stroked his beard, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, then he waved his sleeves and said:

"The person who has decided will go to the battlefield with the old man."

Lingyun Mountain, dozens of long rainbows broke through the sky and left.

... (end of this chapter)