Datang Lianzhong Sanyuan, shocked to hear that my father killed a dragon in a dream

Chapter 211 The Buddha who was pitted and cried, the river of time and fate
Chaos, Zixiao Palace.

Jieyin, Zhunti was hugging Hongjun's gray daoist robe, crying with tears and snot running down his nose, "Teacher, the demonic way occupies the Buddhist spiritual mountain. I hope the teacher will take pity on the West and pass down the method to repel the demonic way."

The cries of Jieyin and Zhunti are heart-piercing, and I feel pity for them.

On the side, Taiqing Laozi and Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun felt contempt in their hearts, "Jieyin, Zhunti rebelled against Xuanli Buddha back then, without any hesitation, and now he still calls Teacher, really don't be so superficial!"

The Tathagata left too little information before he passed away, and the demonic way is surging. The Four Sages have many fears, and they have no choice but to go to Zixiao Palace to ask Teacher Hongjun for help.

Hongjun was wearing a gray Daoist robe, seeing Jieyin Zhunti's continuous crying, he also sighed helplessly, "The old Taoist gave Ru Xixi a chance to prosper, and Buddhism didn't grasp it."

"The old man has no good way."

Jieyin and Zhunti cried even louder when they heard what Hongjun said, "It's miserable, it hurts, Buddhism is too miserable, it's really too painful."

"Also ask the teacher to show mercy to the millions of living beings in the West."

"Ugh."

Hongjun sighed again, "It's not difficult to temporarily repel the devil's way. You need to find the spirit treasure that came out of the catastrophe, but...even if you repel the devil's way, it's only for a while, and the devil's way will come again."

"This is a problem left over from the Longhan era and needs to be resolved."

Jieyin and Zhunti heard that there was something going on, and they cried even louder. It is a matter of the future for the devil to come again. Now the top priority is to repel the devil, retake the Lingshan, and rescue the Buddhas who were imprisoned in the dark abyss.

Taiqing Laozi and Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun also opened their eyes slightly, "Teacher really has a way?"

"May I ask the teacher what He Yingjie spiritual object is?"

"Seventeen relics."

"Relics? I have a lot of Buddhists." Jieyin and Zhunti showed surprise on their faces. There are not many other things in Buddhism, but there are many relics.

Hongjun shook his head slowly, "The relics are usually seen and are of little use. It is precisely because of this that the coming of the calamity is related to Buddhism. Na Wutian used to be a Buddhist disciple, so the relics are endowed with special meaning."

"Find seventeen specific relics and sacrifice special power to temporarily repel Wutian and Mo Dao."

"Teacher, how can we be sure that it is the seventeen relics?"

"It has its own calamity, it can be determined."

"Yes, thank you teacher."

After being greeted, Zhunti paid homage to Hongjun Daozu, and he couldn't wait to turn around and go back to Mount Sumeru.

Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun saluted respectfully and returned to Honghuang.

Sumeru Mountain.

Jieyin and Zhunti found out the relics of eminent monks who passed away in the past dynasties, there are hundreds of them, "There is no calamity, no."

"No robbery, no."

"No, no, not this one, neither."

After receiving and guiding hundreds of relics, none of them were relics for the robbery.

"The relics for the robbery must be special, and it is normal that they are not in Mount Sumeru." Jieying comforted himself with a sad and distressed face.

"Brother, there seems to be a relic in Randeng, summoned to inquire?" Zhunti sighed.

"it is good."

Soon.

Light the lamp and go to Mount Sumeru.

"The disciple lights the lamp and meets the teacher."

"Ran Deng, the teacher remembers that you have a relic in your hand, which is exactly what Buddhism needs now, take it out." Zhun Ti said solemnly.

Ran Deng heard Zhunti begging for the relic, his face suddenly changed, and his heart trembled, "Old... Teacher, hasn't the student's relic been handed over to the teacher?"

"Huh?" Zhunti looked at Senior Brother Jieying.

Jieyin shook his head slowly.

Ran Deng suddenly felt bad, "Earlier Jin Chanzi came to Lingjiu Mountain and said that he was ordered by the teacher to ask for relics, so the disciple was handed over to Jin Chanzi."

"What? Jin Chanzi?"

"Whose order did Jin Chanzi follow?"

Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions changed slightly, and the saint's power surged, trying to contact Jin Chanzi.

All the information about Jin Chanzi has been lost.

Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions darkened, and a bad premonition arose in their hearts.

"Confused!"

"Jin Chanzi went to ask for it, why didn't you ask the teacher?" Zhunti yelled angrily, now it was confirmed that the relic in Ran Deng's hand must be a relic for the robbery.

Ran Deng looked sincere and fearful, "Teacher, I asked Mount Sumeru, but the teacher is not in the mountain."

Jieying's complexion became more and more painful, and he looked up to the sky and sighed, "Jin Chanzi must have cheated Sharizi away while we were not at the mountain gate."

"Jin Chanzi, a second disciple of Buddhism!"

Mount Sumeru fell into silence.

"How many Buddhas are there in my Buddhist sect?" Zhunti asked coldly with a calm face.

"Teacher, the Buddha is fifty, the Arhat is eighty, and the Buddha has only one disciple left."

After the catastrophe of Fengshenquan, how prosperous the Buddhism is. There are three thousand Buddhas alone, eight thousand Arhats, eight Bodhisattvas, and the number of Buddhas. Now there are really dozens of big and small cats.

"You lead all the remaining Buddhas and arhats to travel through the prehistoric times and find the relics for the kalpa. There must be no mistakes!" Zhunti issued a decree.

"Yes, this disciple respectfully abides by the teacher's decree." Ran Deng walked out of Mount Sumeru in fear, his teeth itching with hatred, and he clenched his fists, "Jin Chanzi, the poor monk will never spare you!"

On Jinao Island, Chen Jiangliu, who was struggling to get through the back door, sneezed twice, "The weather has changed, keep warm."

"It's nothing, I'm Chen Jiangliu, I'm in charge of the gate, and I'm not allowed to open it, female fairy, come again!"

Heavenly Court, Human Emperor's Hall.

Wei Shuyu sat upright on the white jade steps, with purple awns all over his body, the purple aura of the emperor surged, the Kongtong seal hung above his head, and Wei Shuyu's Taoist body was blessed by the boundless sea of ​​luck from the human race.

Name: Wei Shuyu, Wei Renhuang, Wei Tianzun
Race: Terran

Dao Fruit: Holy Emperor of the Human Race (12 times the increase in practice), the Great Heavenly Lord of the Three Realms (12 times the increase in practice)
Cultivation: Hunyuan Golden Immortal Peak (Yasheng)

Laws: The Law of the Emperor ([-]% and half), the Law of Yin and Yang ([-]% and half), the Law of War ([-]% and a half)

Powers and supernatural powers: Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, Human Emperor's Purple Eyes, Chaos Yin and Yang, Shangqing Immortal Technique, Nine Turns Xuanyuan Kungfu, etc.

At this moment, Wei Shuyu enjoys the Dao Fruit of the Human Emperor and the Dao Fruit of the Great Heaven of the Three Realms, and his practice has increased by tens of thousands of times. He has practiced thousands of miles a day and accumulated vast mana, but it is still difficult to break through the comprehension of the laws.

Fifty percent, seems to have reached the limit.

Only when the law comprehends to [-]% can one break through to the Hunyuan Daluojin Fairyland.

As Wei Shuyu said in Anping Prefecture, it may take a thousand years to comprehend the law to [-]%.

There are still eight years left before the first three-three number, and at most 330 years before the next three-three number. How can the human race have time?

Wei Shuyu put away the Kongtong seal, stood up slowly, the purple awns all over his body receded, and murmured to himself, "It's a bit urgent, but the road still needs to be walked step by step."

"Working behind closed doors won't work."

Wei Shuyu realized that what is needed now is experience and insight. Ever since she came to this world and knew the existence of immortals and demons, she has been planning and running for the human race, and she has never experienced what the world is like.

"Only by deeply perceiving the heaven and the earth, may we be able to stabilize our state of mind and break through the shackles."

The mysterious demons are in the stage of confrontation, there are constant small battles, and there is no major battle. Besides, the six major demon-controlling areas are divided in an orderly manner, and Wei Shuyu doesn't need to sit in the heaven all the time to deal with the demonic ways.

Wei Shuyu drove auspicious clouds, set off from the heaven, shuttled among the clouds and mist, and looked at the wild mountains and rivers.

The first stop, Wei Shuyu arrived at Nether Blood Sea.

The waves of blood are rolling in the sea of ​​blood, the evil spirit is surging, no fish and shrimps will grow, and the feathers will not float.

"Wei Shuyu, please meet Patriarch Minghe."

The turbulent sea of ​​blood opened the passage, and a voice came out, "Please."

"Shuyu is here, hoping to learn from Brother Minghe, and hope that Brother Minghe will give you some advice." Wei Shuyu walked to the Blood Sea Hall and saluted.

"Hahaha!" There was a loud laugh in the Blood Sea Hall, and then two sword qi with supreme killing struck.

Wei Shuyu held the yin and yang in his hand, easily smashing the sword energy.

Ancestor Minghe wore a beautiful blood robe, stepped on the twelfth-grade fire red lotus, floated out of the blood sea hall, with a smile on his face, "I also want to compete with Wei Renhuang."

Styx's voice fell.

boom!The calm sea of ​​blood suddenly became violent, and the blood wave was as high as ten thousand feet, and it attacked Wei Shuyu with the supreme murderous aura.

Wei Shuyu's face was flat, and he chuckled, "The sea of ​​blood is indeed the ancestor's back garden."

"Back garden? Haha, the ancestor likes this word!"

"Yuan Tu, Ah Bi!" The blood waves tens of thousands of feet high contained the Xiantian Killing Sword.

"I have a sword that can cut through the air!" Wei Shuyu held Yin Yang in his hand, swung out the sword energy, and cut off the blood wave directly.

Behind the waves of blood is the beautiful red lotus karma.

The red lotus karma fire is emitted by the twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus. This fire is relatively ethereal. It does not burn the body of the monk, but ignites the karma fire all over the monk and burns the soul of the soul.

Ordinary monks are contaminated with a single star of flame, and their body and spirit are destroyed in an instant.

It has to be said that the Patriarch Minghe is worthy of being the top power in the world, with rich experience in killing methods, and extremely fierce and ruthless shots, but this is also the effect Wei Shuyu wants!

"Kongtong seal!" The boundless human luck protected Wei Shuyu's Taoist body, and Honglian Karma could do nothing.

This battle took place in the sea of ​​blood, the sky was dark, the blood was stormy, and the tide was higher than the tide.

From the initial temptation to the exhaustion of Wei Shuyu and the ancestor Minghe, the battle of supernatural powers is incisive and vivid!
The sea of ​​blood subsided.

Yuantu and Abi hang behind the ancestor Minghe.

Ancestor Minghe's face was dignified, and then he smiled, "You are worthy of the title of emperor, and you are invincible under a saint."

Wei Shuyu also had a smile on his face, "Patriarch Minghe is also No. 1 among saints."

In this battle, the two sides were considered a draw.

Wei Shuyu and Patriarch Minghe looked at each other and laughed.

……

Beiming Demon Master Palace.

Kunpeng Patriarch showed his true body, relying on Hetu Luoshu to mediate with Wei Shuyu with all his strength.

Wei Shuyu's fight with Kunpeng felt a lot easier.

The ancestor of Kunpeng, the quasi-sage Dzogchen, was not as good as Styx in cultivation, and his spiritual treasure was not as good as Styx, but his victory was that he was a top-level veteran of heaven and earth, and his killing methods were fierce.

Fighting skills, pay attention to the point.

Wei Shuyu is a young man, and he still pays attention to the virtues of the elders.

When the time is right, take the initiative to stop, "Thank you, ancestor Kunpeng, for your mercy."

"Jie Jie Jie." Kunpeng Patriarch sneered inherently, showing his Taoist body, but he admired this young man a lot in his dark eyes, "Yes, he knows how to measure, and knows how to save face for the old monk!"

Wei Shuyu came to invite him to fight, how could Kunpeng not know his purpose?That's all Hunyuan Road.

Wei Shuyu wants to fight and sharpen himself to break through to Hunyuan Daluo, so why not Kunpeng?

Wei Shuyu is indeed an arrogance of heaven, he has only been seen in the past, if he can reach that step first, he can be regarded as setting an example for all the monks in the prehistoric period.

A saint has great limitations, and the foundation of sanctification is covered with purple air, and the way is dead.There is no Hunyuan Daluo, there is no conflict between monks, and even mutual benefit and win-win.

Wei Shuyu bid farewell to Kunpeng, and traveled back to the prehistoric world.

Kunpeng sat back in the main hall of the Demon Master's Palace, reminiscing about the fighting skills just now.

Jiao Demon King waited respectfully, "Teacher, you really can't beat that Wei Shuyu?"

Kunpeng slowly opened his eyes, the shadow was cold, but he didn't deny it, "I can't beat it."

"Since the beginning of the world, every era has always had a genius born, the coquettish for hundreds of millions of years, the beast emperor and god rebellious, the ancestor of the Rahu demon, the head of the eastern prince and male immortal, the emperor Jun, and the master of the Taiyi demon court, all of them have amazed an era. .”

"In the end, it inevitably turned into a wisp of dust, and the ashes flew away."

"Little Jiao, remember the teacher's words, learn to fight, and live to the end, you are a great power."

"Yes, teacher, the disciple has remembered."

"Teacher, will Wei Shuyu...will be like them?"

"Wei Shuyu rose at the end of Weimo. With a weak human body, he is comparable to a saint. He has infinite possibilities. As a teacher, I don't want him to fly away. The Hunyuan Road still needs to be explored..."

Wei Shuyu wandered aimlessly in the prehistoric continent.

Before I knew it, I reached the primeval dense forest.

"Since we're here, let's go and pay our respects to uncles."

In front of Pangu Temple.

Gong Gong and Zhu Rong stood guard in front of the hall as if they were facing an enemy, "Wei Shuyu, what are you doing here?"

"Could it be that you think that our witch clan obeys the edict of the Heavenly Court, so you really think that we are a vassal of the Heavenly Court?"

"It's not about Shuyu's coming."

"What? Houtu girl? There is no room for discussion about Houtu girl. Leave quickly!" Gonggong Zhu Rong shouted.

Wei Shuyu was stunned, "Did I... lift the back soil?"

"Let's go, hurry up." Zhu Rong and Gonggong began to chase Wei Shuyu away.

With a wave of Wei Shuyu's hand, countless human resources were placed in front of Pangu Hall.

Gong Gong and Zhu Rong looked at the countless human supplies, their eyes gleamed, and they swallowed suddenly, "Well... Shuyu, it's cold outside, let's talk at home."

"Thank you Gonggong and Zhurong Zuwu."

"Not bad."

……

In the middle of Pangu Hall.

Eleven Patriarchal Witches and Chi You sat quietly, looking at Wei Shuyu.

Gonggong and Zhu Rong saw that Brother Dijiang didn't speak, so they quickly whispered: "Brother, it's not easy for Shuyu to come all the way, so you should say something."

"Cough cough!"

Di Jiang coughed twice, and said bluntly: "My Di Jiang, on behalf of all brothers and sisters, thank Wei Renhuang for helping."

What Di Jiang was referring to was naturally setting up a large array of gathering spirits and resurrecting himself.

"Brother, you don't have to thank me, the family doesn't talk about two things."

"Pfft!" The Twelve Patriarch Witch just drank the fine tea that Wei Shuyu sent, and couldn't help but spit it out.

Di Jiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"You...you..." The ancestral witches in Dijiang murmured for a long time, and finally couldn't speak. Houtu girl became a saint and chose to be a Taoist partner with Wei Shuyu.

Houtu agreed, so what's the use of the ancestors and witches objecting?If you don't like Wei Shuyu any more, it will only make it difficult for the younger sisters.

"Brother-in-law...you're welcome, sit down, sit down."

"Thank you, uncle."

There was silence in the Pangu Great Hall.

Wei Shuyu made a request, "Shuyu is here this time, one is to visit the uncles and aunts, and the other is to learn about the Great Formation of the Gods and Gods."

"It's a big formation, it's easy to say, easy to say, they are all a family." Gong Gong and Zhu Rong said enthusiastically, and when they looked back and saw the eyes of the elder brother, they immediately fell silent.

"Well, big brother...you can't rely on us, Shuyu really gave too much."

Di Jiang glared at Gonggong and Zhu Rong, with a solemn expression on his face, "Shuyu, the formation of Dutian Shensha is extremely powerful. Once it is deployed, it will be difficult for us to subtly control it, and I may hurt you."

"It's no big deal, Shuyu has the luck of the race to protect his body, so please help me." Wei Shuyu begged again.

Di Jiang pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

"Shuyu, come with me."

The twelve ancestor witches all stood up and walked towards the deepest part of the Pangu Temple.

Wei Shuyu followed.

The power of the ancestral witch surged, and a void crack appeared in the depths of the Pangu Temple.

Wei Shuyu walked into the crack in the void, the place was covered with mist, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

"Where is this place? It seems to be out of the prehistoric world?" Wei Shuyu looked at it thoughtfully, and his purple eyes couldn't see through this space.

"You are here..." Just as Wei Shuyu was in a daze, a voice sounded from the sea of ​​consciousness, it was ancient, deep and vicissitudes.

"Who?"

"The Twelve Capitals' Great Formation!" With twelve shouts, the Dutianshen Formation stood up, and a phantom suddenly formed in the void.

Pangu phantom!

Phantom, vigorous and powerful, holding a huge axe, slightly closed his eyes, exuding supreme coercion.

Xu Ying suddenly opened his eyes.

hum!
The supreme dao rhyme invaded.

Wei Shuyu's deep voice sounded again in the sea of ​​consciousness, "You are finally here."

Pangu Xuying launched an offensive towards Wei Shuyu.

Wei Shuyu used his magical powers to resist.

……

Wei Shuyu was extremely shocked, as if shocked by the earth, "The voice just now was from Pangu?"

"The Great God Pangu fell as early as the beginning of the sky, why?"

"You're here? The Great God Pan Gu is talking about me? How could the Great God Pan Gu know me?"

Wei Shuyu endured the doubts in his heart and confronted Xuying, but there was nothing else except the two words of Dao just now.

Wei Shuyu was defeated, defeated by Pangu Xuying, who was in the great array of gods and gods. Even if the Hunyuan Jinxian was at the peak level, facing the great god Pangu, he was inherently at a disadvantage.

When Wei Shuyu was defeated, the Dao voice sounded again in the sea of ​​consciousness, "Who can transcend the river of time and fate? The river of time and fate..."

Wei Shuyu followed the Twelve Patriarchal Witches out of the void, with a solemn face and deep thoughts in his heart.

Di Jiang patted Wei Shuyu on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Just now we were almost defeated. Shuyu, you are the first monk who can pass so many tricks in the hands of Father God Xuying. Not bad, not bad."

"Thank you, uncle." Wei Shuyu was a little distracted, and the sea of ​​consciousness still echoed just now, "It's definitely not an auditory hallucination... and the Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't hear it!"

Just as Wei Shuyu and the Twelve Patriarch Wu arrived at the main hall of Pangu, the peaceful world suddenly trembled.

In the four major continents, every inch of soil, every inch of river, and every plant, a layer of black air emerged.

Endless black energy rose up, trying to cover the entire prehistoric world, and the monk who was still struggling to hold on to the Taoist heart suddenly turned red, and instantly fell into the devil's way.

33 years have passed, and the prehistoric world has not repelled the evil way.

Mo Dao has gained a firm foothold in the prehistoric world.

The luck of the Taoist sect surged toward the demon way like a tide, and the luck of the Buddhist sect dropped to freezing point.

"Brothers, Shuyu has returned to the Heavenly Court due to the drastic changes in the prehistoric world."

"Be careful, be cautious!"

"it is good!"

Wei Shuyu turned into a ray of light and returned to the heaven.

In the prehistoric three realms, the luck of the demon way is still improving, and it is faintly equal to the luck of the Taoist sect.

Above the nine heavens, the cracks became even bigger, and a dark spear slowly appeared.

The long spear appeared, and all the evil spirits of the wilderness were violent, rushing towards the long spear with overwhelming force.

There was a murderous intent exuding from the dark spear, and the prehistoric spirits lost their minds just by looking at it.

All the saints looked at the dark spear, all terrified, "God Killing Spear..."

"The existence known as the Sacred Killer..."

"Rahu...is he coming?"

Just as the evil spirit continued to expand, several strands of dense jade light suddenly appeared above the nine heavens.

A huge jade plate flew out, blocked the crack in the sky mark, and forced the spear back.

"Good Fortune Jade Plate!"

"Hongjun Daozu!"

"It was Daozu Hongjun who made the move!"

The power of the jade plate's dense aura was stronger than that of the Youhei spear, and it forced the spear back to the crack in the sky.

Although the fierce energy still gathers in the nine heavens, the cracks in the void have completely disappeared.

The fear in the hearts of the saints finally dissipated, "Just now, Teacher Hongjun confronted Demon Ancestor Luohu and gained the upper hand..."

The good fortune jade plate also disappeared, and the prehistoric world seemed to have returned to peace.

In the direction of Lingshan, three supreme demon powers soared into the sky.

The Heavenly Demon God Evil Punisher, the Earth Demon God Xietu, and the Demon Lord Jidu have all returned to the Hunyuan Daluojin Fairyland!

The newly-promoted great sage of the demon world, Mo Luo Wutian, also reached the Hunyuan Daluojin Fairyland in one fell swoop.

The black-robed protectors and the rest of the heavenly demons have fully recovered their cultivation bases, and the power of the demons has skyrocketed, more than several times.

The way of demons swept across the prehistoric world, and finally there was a heavenly demon that was not weaker than the prehistoric sages!

The Mo Dao has added four Hunyuan Daluos, but Honghuang has six saints, and the situation has not yet reached the worst...

In the palace of the emperor.

Wei Shuyu stared at Lingshan, and shook his head helplessly, "What the hell, Hunyuan Daluo of the Devil Dao doesn't want money?"

"It's extremely difficult for labor and capital to break through a Hunyuan Daluo, and there are four more demonic ways all of a sudden?"

Wei Shuyu hadn't lost his temper and scolded him for a long time, but today he was influenced by many layers and couldn't bear it anymore.

But when Wei Shuyu's words fell, the mysterious and profound Taoist voice suddenly sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness, "The river of time and destiny..."

This sound is very different from Pangu. Wei Shuyu feels that it is more ancient, profound and mysterious than Pangu.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Shuyu felt that his body became light for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the Human Emperor's Palace.

River.

a big river.

Wei Shuyu saw a big river.

The big river is endless, sometimes quiet, sometimes turbulent...

The five colors are dense, mysterious and infinite, and everything is reflected from the big river.

This place is vast and vast, and Wei Shuyu feels smaller than an ant when he is in it, while the big river completely occupies this world.

The big river has no source, no end, and flows without stopping, mysterious and profound, and eternal.

Wei Shuyu floated on the indescribable void, muttering to himself: "The river of time and destiny..."

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