The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

Thousand swords, ten thousand swords!Jun Mo's thought power is like the sea, like the tide!

Liu Bai looked solemn, sheathed his sword in front of him, and once again laid down the world within sight.

Thousands of swords suddenly stopped in the autumn wind around him, hovering in the air.There were too many swords, forming a huge sword ball that blocked the skylight and looked particularly cold.

This is a world surrounded by swords, and Liu Bai stands still among these thousands of swords.

The showdown between the two sides has obviously reached the final moment, with life and death hanging on a thin line.

But Li Manman and Yu Lian not far away were unable to separate themselves and rescue Jun Mo.

Yes, as great practitioners above the fifth realm, how could these two people not see that Jun Mo was at the end of his strength?

It's just that the light god general in front of him, who was summoned by the three great priests through the art of apocalypse, is too difficult to deal with.

Every move is filled with the mighty power of heaven and earth. With every move of his hand, he can tear apart the sky and collapse the earth.

The two of them could only deal with it with all their strength, but they were unable to do anything at the same time.

"Second Senior Brother!" Muyou couldn't help but exclaimed. She seemed to have seen Jun Mo's ending. If this continued, Jun Mo would almost certainly die.

In front of Qingxia, Jun Mo still gritted his teeth and persisted. He was the most proud second gentleman in the academy, and even if he lost, he would lose with dignity.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a dragon roar resounded through the Qing Gorge, and then a big golden dragon could be seen coming from Chang'an and slamming into the God of Light.

This collision immediately overwhelmed Qingxia, which was already falling apart. The stirred vitality of heaven and earth also interrupted the last collision between Liu Bai and Jun Mo.

"Whoosh!"

Without the restraint of the God of Light, Li slowly arrived at Jun Mo's side in an instant.

He brought Jun Mo, who had almost run out of fuel and lamps, back to the iron shed where everyone in the academy was temporarily staying.

"What's going on with that golden dragon?" The pure Haotian divine brilliance on the golden dragon cannot be deceived.

How could such Haotian's favorite help the people in their academy?
"It should be Dean Ning's handiwork!" Yu Lian guessed.

"Brother Ning, it seems he has become stronger!" Li Manman couldn't help but praise.

"He must be stronger, otherwise how could he win over the one in the family." Yu Lian said.

"The key to this battle is no longer with us." Li slowly looked at Chang'an, and then said: "Let's see who wins between him and his family!"

Above the Qingxia Gorge, the God of Light and the Golden Dragon were fighting together. Golden particles continued to fall to the world, but no one paid attention to the war here anymore. Even the one in Zhishou Temple also turned his attention. The sky above Chang'an City.

……

Behind Taoshan Mountain, Zhishou Temple
In a simple and elegant thatched house, the viewer is sitting cross-legged on a cloud bed, with blood oozing out from his chest, which was the injury that Sangsang had left on him previously.

The master of the temple has understood the tranquility of Taoism. While rejecting the harm of Haotian Shenhui, he also rejected the treatment of light.

The injury has reached this day and can only be sustained by herbal medicine, which has never completely improved.

"Brother, why are you doing this?" said the middle-aged Taoist priest who was guarding the temple master.

"Although she is Haotian, Haotian is not her. She knows how to watch and keep her own way." The master of the watch looked indifferent.

It was as if the injuries that penetrated deep into the bone marrow were not on his body, but the middle-aged Taoist priest knew that this was the temple owner using strong perseverance to hold back the physical pain.

"What should we do now?" the middle-aged Taoist priest asked.

"Wait!" said the viewer.

The viewer knows very well that Ning Que is Sang Sang's biggest human calamity. If Sangsang can kill Ning Que and end the human calamity, he will still be the selfless Haotian.If not, they must be prepared.

……

"Have you known my identity for a long time?" Sangsang asked.

Ning Cao nodded and said: "I am born to know!"

"Master has long noticed the abnormality in you, which is why this incarnation of me came to you." Sangsang said.

If Haotian wanted to, he could take on thousands of incarnations. The reason why he chose Sangsang was because he wanted to silently pay attention to his master after Ning Que died.

But she didn't expect that the person who ended up being dangerous to him was actually Ning Que, who had not been in her heart before.

Ning Que's step-by-step rise was understood after she integrated Sang Sang's memories.

Of course, in addition to memory, He also inherited Sangsang's emotions, that kind of attachment that was difficult to let go, which made Sangsang, who had never had such an experience, feel a little at a loss.

"Sang Sang has agreed to be my wife, so you are my wife," Ning Que said.

"How dare a mere mortal dare to blaspheme the gods?" Sangsang's tone was neither happy nor sad.

"I know I can't convince you. In that case, let's fight first!" Ning Que said with a smile.

Now that his cultivation has reached his current state, he has nothing to fear.

Even though Sang Sang is the incarnation of Haotian in the human world, he is not afraid at all.

"This time, I won't let you go!" Sangsang said in a deep voice.

What Sang Sang was talking about was the last battle against heaven. At the last moment, because of the resistance of human nature Sang Sang, he did not kill Ning Que.

"It's still unclear who will win." Ning Que laughed loudly and took the lead.

He could see his hands forming the Immovable King's Seal, and behind him, a hundred-foot-tall Buddha's shadow rose into the sky. As the Buddha's Dharma appeared, thoughts of sentient beings surrounded Ning Que.

Along with the bursts of Sanskrit sounds, these business matters were introduced to Sangsang's ears.

Ning Que is already omniscient and omnipotent, and of course he knows how powerful Sangsang is as the incarnation of Haotian. In theory, there is no power that can kill him in the night world.

The only thing that proved to be a threat to Sangsang was the thoughts of sentient beings.

"A useless attack!" Sangsang stretched out his hand, and Haotian's divine radiance turned into a bright pillar of light and fell from the sky.

This Haotian divine light envelopes the Buddha's Dharma and purifies it into nothingness.

"Humph!" Before it was over, Sangsang snorted lightly, and the void was electrified, turning everything white.

Streams of thunder struck down from the sky, evaporating all water vapor wherever they passed, and even distorted the void.

This is the wrath of God!It’s also divine power!

As the incarnation of Haotian in the human world, Sang Sang's every move coincides with the way of heaven. With a casual blow, he can activate the vitality of heaven and earth and carry out devastating blows.

Endless thunder falls from the void. This kind of thunder is blessed by the rules of heaven, and it is bound to hit. Except for the Master who does whatever he wants and does not violate the rules, no one can escape this disaster sent by God.

With a thought in Ning Que's mind, the world inside his body instantly unfolded. The black and white intertwined Liangyi mysterious light swept through everything. In just one stroke, it directly swallowed up the thunder summoned by Sangsang and turned it into nothing.

"The world independent of Haotian, is this the inheritance you inherited from the Buddha, right?" Sangsang said.

"To be precise, I snatched it away." Ning Que said with a smile.

"No wonder you dare to challenge me, but it's a pity that these are not enough!" As soon as Sangsang finished speaking, there was infinite light behind him, reflecting the world! (End of chapter)