Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 785 If I die, the black sun will disappear, if I die, the luck will return

Yang Jiao thought to himself and said:

"In this way, it is simple, direct, and very refreshing."

"Why is Tuoba Bodhisattva, the first person in Beimang, the five major sects, the ten demons, the sword-eating ancestor Sui Xiegu, Li Dangxin of the two Zen temples, and Monk Nagarjuna, or huddled in the Daodelin of Shangyin Academy? Eight hundred years ago, Zhang Fujun gained immortality by monopolizing Confucian destiny."

"There is also the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a, and Wang Xianzhi from Emperor Wu City. By the way, you should have two immortal immortals in Longhu Mountain. One should be named Zhao Huangchao. He is originally the prince of the Zhao family in Liyang. For the good luck of the Zhao family, Abandoning the beauty of the country and entering the Longhu Mountain to practice cultivation, Zhao Xuansu, the direct successor of a heavenly master, although he is in the realm of land gods, he is not strong enough and cannot open the gate of heaven, so he can only survive."

"In addition to these people, the two dynasties can also send their own troops. The more the better, so I don't have to spend any more effort."

When Yang Jiao said this, he stood with his hands behind his hands and his eyes were stunning:

"Don't worry, I will not only let the Liyang and Beimang royal families send troops to kill me sincerely, but I will also make people from the three religions, warriors in the world, and immortals in the sky have an undying desire to kill me."

"Do you think that by disrupting the fate of this world and destroying the world's martial arts, I can stir up troubles in the world and make countless people yell at me?"

He waved his sleeves, and a black sun hung high above Mount Hui. After that, a large amount of purple gold energy quickly surged from all directions.

In the Dragon Pond deep in Longhu Mountain, the Purple Golden Lotus of Luck was damaged one after another, and then angrily shouted:

"How dare you, Fang Xiaoxiao, damage the luck of my Tianshi Mansion."

Before everyone had time to digest the shocking words Yang Jiao said, they suddenly saw a black sun hanging in the sky. While they were confused, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the depths of Longhu Mountain.

Immediately, the disciples of the Tianshi Mansion present looked shocked and angry, and without any hesitation, they all used their powerful internal energy to attack Yang Jiao.

Yang Jiao raised his eyelids, and when the fierce Gang Qi quickly came to his body, he was like a mud cow entering the sea, without making any waves.

"Your methods are like a speck of dust. No wonder warriors rule the roost in today's world." Yang Jiao's eyes were dark, as silent as a deep pool:

"This black sun in the sky not only absorbs the luck of Longhu Mountain, but also the luck of famous forces in the world such as Dongyue Jianchi, Wu Family Sword Tomb, and Emperor Wu City, as well as the luck of Beiliang, Liyang, and Beimang. Be absorbed by it.”

"Furthermore, I don't know if you all feel that the spiritual power of heaven and earth has been mentioned. You probably don't understand it very well. You just need to understand that the black sun will not only quickly swallow up the luck of the world, but also the spiritual power of heaven and earth that allows you to practice martial arts."

"I don't know if you feel that the world is gradually becoming heavier now. The power of the martial arts skills that you could freely display in the past is getting smaller. After the wisdom of the world is completely swallowed up by the black sun whale, there will be no martial arts in this world, and they will all be reduced to ordinary people. flow."

"Then the black sun will erupt and overturn the world's light curtain. All those who are enveloped in the light curtain and have committed many evil deeds and sins will be turned into ashes."

He paused slightly and said indifferently:

"But it is worth mentioning that if your good intentions outweigh your bad deeds and your merits outweigh your sins, you will be safe."

"But I don't know that after the black sun broke out, how many of the powerful families in the world, and the three religions and nine streams in the world, will have a good death, and how many will end up in ashes, let alone the high-ranking princes, generals, and emperors. Survived.”

As soon as he finished speaking, many people began to use the internal energy in the Qi Sea. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the operation of the internal energy did feel a bit difficult.

Yang Jiao continued calmly and calmly:

"When I die, the black sun will perish. When I die, the luck will return and crush my bones into ashes. Then the spiritual power of heaven and earth will survive, and martial arts in the world will continue. There will not be a situation where the world is about to perish in your eyes."

"On the ninth day of September, the day of the Double Ninth Festival, outside of Beiliang, I am waiting for Liyang alone. The two armies of Beimang are also waiting for the men of the three religions and martial artists to wipe me out of the world."

After saying that, the high-hanging black sun dragged a long purple-gold aura and fled towards the northwest. The black dragon roared again, and disappeared into the sky in a flash.

The only people present looked to the northwest with great solemnity. After a while, Xu Fengnian frowned:

"The world is about to change. It seems that we can't go to Emperor Wu's City now, so we have to go back home."

Some people on the field did not care about their hostility towards Beiliang and left in a hurry.

After all, in their view, Beiliang has now become a powerful help for them to deal with the Jiao Riders.

Ten days later, the situation in the world changed, with undercurrents surging from the court to the rivers and lakes.

Even ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts know that there is a peerless demon who causes evil to cause trouble in the world. He wants to cause endless killings, destroy the destiny of the dynasty and the country, and interrupt the martial arts in the world. He seems to want to restart the troubled times and make the common people of the world fall into misery again.

Therefore, all those who are successful in martial arts in the world are on the road to Beiliang. Among them, there are small sects, small sects, high-level families, and indispensable big and powerful forces.

Not only that, Beimang is also constantly deploying troops on the border, and sects in the rivers and lakes are even more numerous.

While Emperor Liyang ordered the Northern Liang Army to be on standby at any time, he also assembled 200,000 elite troops and sent them to Northern Liang.

Three months later.

Outside Beiliang, on the vast grassland, a giant black dragon coiled in the air, and Yang Jiao sat cross-legged on the dragon's head with his eyes closed.

Under the sky, there are two big suns, one is the golden blazing sun, and the other is the dark black sun. The black sun is surrounded by purple gold energy, opening and shrinking, as if it is swallowing something.

At a distance of about half a mile around Yang Jiao, there were not only heavy soldiers from Liyang, Beiliang, and Beimang, but also people from the two countries and three places.

There are still four days left before the Double Ninth Festival, but looking around, it seems that all the famous masters in the world have arrived.

I saw only one place where all three religions and nine schools of thought gathered together, and there were various small circles, but one of them was the calmest, but also the most eye-catching.

I don't know how many people have set their sights on these people. Most of their qi are connected to heaven and earth. Most of them are old people, and most of the rest are middle-aged people. There is only one young and beautiful woman.

Dressed in white, with white hair and a long white beard, he is Wang Xianzhi. The tall man like a farmer is Tuoba Bodhisattva, the number one person in Beimang.

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and no trace of the demeanor of a peerless master, he is Deng Tai'a, known as the Peach Blossom Sword God.

The tall and burly one-armed old man, Sui Xiegu, who is known as the ancestor of sword-eating ancestors, swallowed countless swords into his belly. In the past, he fought against Li Chungang's two-sleeved green snake, who was still at the peak of his power, and exchanged one sword and one arm.

The child with red lips and white teeth was Zhao Xuansu from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain. The wise and scheming old man was Zhao Huangchao, who abandoned his beauty to live in Longhu Mountain and live in a house for the sake of Zhao family's luck.

The elegant middle-aged man dressed in Tsing Yi is Cao Changqing, a survivor of Western Chu who is known as the one who dominates the world.

A blind luthier turned out to be Zhang Fuyao, who had arbitrarily determined one's fate for eight hundred years.

(End of this chapter)