Cross-push eternal life, starting from the power of the gods to suppress the prison

Chapter 61
Facing the peerless woman standing above him, Yang Xuanzhen kept swallowing his saliva even though he was talking nonsense.

But at the same time as speaking, the movement did not stop at all. With a thought, a token about the size of a palm appeared in his hand.

This token is fiery red, it looks like gold but not gold, wood but not wood, and there is a faint sense of simplicity and vastness on it.

On the front of the token, there are two big characters "Kunyang" engraved, which seem to contain thousands of Taoist rhymes.

Looking at it at a glance, people have an illusion that they are extremely small.

On the other side of the token, there is a deep crack, as straight as a sword, as if it had been forcibly hacked by someone with brutal means, and it may collapse at any time.

It wasn't until he got this thing that Yang Xuanzhen breathed a sigh of relief and regained his composure.

Gain, he has already learned from the Taiyi Treasure Record that this object is a token of protection given to his followers by Kunyang Zi with supernatural powers.

What kind of person is Kunyangzi?
He is the head of thousands of true disciples, the senior brother of the Taiyi Sect, the tenth level of supernatural powers, and the peerless power to change fate against the sky.

It is rumored that 800 years ago, the Great Heavenly Demon of the Five Prisons wreaked havoc on the world, and was severely injured by Kun Yangzi's blow, and finally his energy disappeared.

This kind of existence, not to mention the protective tokens left behind, even a single strand of hair that fell, possessed monstrous power, capable of destroying cities and mountains, and suppressing and killing all enemies with a flick of a finger.

As for the woman above Yang Xuanzhen's head, if he guessed correctly, she is not human at all!

It's a demon, a big asura in the underground demon clan, which is equivalent to a supernatural monk in the immortal way.

Although the underground demons are ugly and hideous, once they transform into humans and give birth to mana, they will become extremely beautiful, and they will overwhelm the country and the city.

Just when Yang Xuan's heart was turning, the big Asura above suddenly showed a charming smile on his face.

Her vermilion lips parted slightly, and she said softly, "Hey, Fang Han, a disciple of the Supreme First Sect, you are very good, how dare you come to my underground world to commit crimes."

"But I advise you to calm down and stop putting on airs. You have wiped out tens of thousands of my underground army, and even the skeleton son of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect. I can't let you go."

"However, your physique is extremely good, and your flesh and blood are crystal clear. It must taste very good. If you kneel under me and let me order you, I will be in a good mood. Maybe I can consider letting your life go, otherwise, hum... ..."

While speaking, she stretched out her index finger, which was as slender as a jade onion, and gently licked between her lips, and there was a touch of charm in her eyes, seductive.

With such a posture, even the secular emperor would have to abandon his lands and mountains, and the immortals in the immortal world would have to abandon their celestial karma if they saw it, and they would fall from then on.

No, Sun Hai, Li Wenyan, Zhao Siming and other male disciples in the distance, looking at the alluring figure above, were already bleeding from their nostrils, almost out of control.

Even Lin Meng'er, Wang Xiao...the four women's delicate bodies trembled slightly, and their eyes showed struggles, as if they were trying to restrain themselves.

"Fairy, Xiaosheng and you have never met each other, why do you want Xiaosheng to beg for mercy under the fairy?"

"If the fairy is really hungry and thirsty, there is an iron donkey in the castle ahead. I think the fairy will like it. As long as the fairy speaks, Xiaosheng is willing to help and pull it out for the fairy to enjoy."

At the same time as he spoke, Yang Xuan was silently reciting the calming formula, keeping his mind clear, and retreating quietly, trying to distance himself from the other party.

Like this kind of monster that eats people and does not spit out bones, if it is a little careless, it may become its subordinates, and it will be oppressed and humiliated by it day and night.

This kind of physical torture, even an iron man, will be reduced to a pile of scrap iron.

"Giggle."

Listening to Yang Xuanzhen's words, the witch smiled flamboyantly, she shook her head lightly and said, "It's just an iron donkey that can't move, how can it compare to the young master above?"

"It seems that you, a disciple sent by the righteous way, have practiced hypocrisy to perfection, but I, the underground demons, don't want to eat this!"

When it came to the end, the witch's pretty face suddenly became gloomy, and infinite evil spirit emerged from the depths of her eyes.

In an instant, within a radius of three thousand feet, the temperature dropped by three points.

"Since that's the case, this deity will let you taste the power and let you understand what a demon is. Today you have to follow, and you have to follow if you don't!"

Before she could wait for Yang Xuanzhen to react, her white and jade-like palm suddenly reached out, and pressed down towards the sky.

In an instant, a huge mana handprint condensed out of thin air, and with a billowing demon cloud that covered the sky and covered the sun, it grabbed Yang Xuanzhen fiercely.

"The cultivator in the Mystical Ability Realm is indeed powerful, and his mana is at least more than seventy black and yellow horses. It is definitely not something I can compete with at this moment."

Before he could take a picture of the tumbling big handprint of the magic cloud, Yang Xuanzhen felt a vast force oppressing his head, making it difficult for him to breathe, and his chest was aching.

All over his body, it was more like he was carrying a big mountain on his back, trying to crush it forcibly.

But the greater the pressure, the more agitated Yang Xuan's heart became, the blood in his whole body was boiling, and every inch of muscle in his body was screaming.

"Bold demon girl, how dare you act fiercely in front of me, Fang Han?"

Facing the giant palm that fell from the sky, Yang Xuanzhen raised his head and screamed, and immediately, Kunyang Ling, who was tightly held in the palm, let go of his hand, turning into a stream of red light, like moths flying towards the flame, and went up to the big handprint above.

hum!hum!hum!
The moment Kunyang Ling came into contact with the Mahamudra, he trembled continuously, like thunder, as if some kind of hot and violent existence shattered.

In an instant, red clouds bloomed all over the sky on Kunyang Ling, just like a round of scorching sun hanging in the sky, shining on the nine heavens and ten earths, combining heaven and earth.

At this moment, Yang Xuanzhen seemed to have an illusion, as if everything around him slowed down, and the entire space fell into silence.

Only the red light that bloomed from Kunyang's seal became more dazzling, reflecting in the depths of his eyes until eternity.

As for Yang Xuanzhen's ears, apart from being able to hear a gentle voice resounding through, there was nothing else.

It seems that everything in this world is still in this voice, including the big Asura above.

Yang Xuanzhen hurriedly gathered his energy and listened attentively, and finally caught a wisp of ethereal long chant.

It seems that the great Confucianists in the secular dynasty are reciting classics, and it is also like the elders are telling the truth earnestly.

"Life is impermanent, death has no wheels, life and death each have their own destiny."

"Disasters are calm, disasters are endless, and disasters are allowed to happen."

The voice was unhurried and approachable, but it made people unable to extricate themselves and wanted to be intoxicated by it.

Gradually, as the voice became louder and clearer, Yang Xuanzhen could vaguely see, in the center of the scorching sun transformed by the Kunyang Order, a thin young figure gradually manifested.

This person is dressed in coarse linen clothes and a square scarf on his head. He looks ordinary, but there is a sense of righteousness between his brows.

But Yang Xuanzhen felt that there was an indescribable sadness in his expression, making him look like a scholar who worried about the country and the people and had gone through vicissitudes.

At this moment, the scholar closed his eyes tightly, as if he was meditating with his eyes closed, or he seemed to be deducing the secrets of heaven and gaining insight into the journey of the great road.

(End of this chapter)