The moon hides the jade rabbit, the sun hides the crow, and there are naturally entangled tortoises and snakes.

The phase is intertwined, the life is strong, but the golden lotus can be planted in the fire.

If a golden lotus is planted in the fire, my destiny is up to me and not up to God.

On Beimang Mountain, a blazing fire shot up into the sky, like the sun reflecting on the universe, or like the bright moon shining on the mountains and rivers. The sky was rolling and filled with real fire.

When the young man walked out of the clutch fire, the world was horrified, and everyone looked at him in unison.

Under his figure, the boiling death energy in the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang seemed to be much calmer, and he did not dare to make any noise.

"Tang Beixuan...he is here...and he has indeed entered the north to defeat all the demons!"

"He's really different."

"He is a very special one among the demons released by the master."

At the foot of Beimang Mountain, Wang Jiu, Zhu Gangxie, Kui Gang, Xia Chanming, Red Lotus Boy, etc. all raised their heads and looked at the figure walking from the real fire, their expressions solemn and difficult to control themselves.

Today's Tang Beixuan is no longer the Tang Sanbai of the "Wu Yao Lineage" back then.

He transformed into a demon with a human body, absorbed the two spirits of turtle and snake, and was later released by Li Mo. He awakened [Zhenwu Xuan Gong] and changed his name to [Beixuan] and Taoist name [Zhenwu].

In the winter of that year, when the heavy snow melted, he said goodbye to Li Mo in the capital. He said that if he saw the mountains in the north in his dream, he must have a chance, and he should go here to subjugate the demons. If the founder is inspired in the future, even if the world is thousands of miles apart, he will still do it.

Destiny is driven.

Now, he has finally lived up to his great oath in the past, used mystical skills to break the law, and came to Beimang.

"Who is that!?"

On Beimang Mountain, the ghost mother's beauty faded, and in the real fire, Tang Beixuan was so ethereal that he did not look like a human being. His aura was extremely special, with the flow of yin and yang, impermanent, and it seemed that he had the ability to restrain demons and ghosts naturally.

It was as vast as the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang, and all the demons and ghosts howled, feeling unprecedented fear.

"This is also your trump card!?"

Gu Changan's expression was slightly condensed, and he took a deep look at Li Mo, seeming to have a new understanding.

"No matter who you are, you can't stop me."

At this moment, the witch king raised his head and roared, his stern eyes shattering the void like thunder.

For this day, he had no idea how many plans he had made. He transformed his body into a mysterious coffin to accommodate Beimang's broken body and gathered the death energy of all the spirits to turn these hundreds of thousands of barren hills into a real kingdom of monsters and ghosts.

There is no way to defeat Taiyin, and the true evil will become a demon.

Rumble...

Suddenly, the body of the witch lord suddenly swelled up, and veins like roots extended out from under his feet and went straight into the depths of the earth.

At this moment, he seemed to be completely integrated into the one hundred thousand barren hills of Beimang. The terrifying death energy surged from all directions and melted into the body that had long been turned into a coffin.

"Gather the death energy of all the souls and make me live forever..."

The witch king let out a low roar, as if countless voices were roaring and roaring at the same time. Above the sky, densely packed demons and ghosts surged, as if they were crossing over from the Netherworld, and all started to kill Tang Beixuan.

That scene seemed like the end of the world.

Such killing can only lead to extinction.

"Zhenwudang Demon Sword!"

Tang Bei

A terrifying phantom rose into the sky behind him, more than a hundred feet tall, standing in the northern Xuantian sky. His golden armor emitted electric light, and his eyes were even more thunderous. Under his body was a five-color black turtle, with a dark spiritual snake all over his body, and a divine power.

It is vast and has boundless power.

"The tortoise and the snake are intertwined, the yin and yang mysterious spirit...who is he?"

"To establish Xuantian in the north and to destroy the demons in the deserted hills...he wants to establish his divine power through this battle..."

"If your reputation is not great, no one will ask about it. Once it is resounding, the world will know..."

One after another, awe-inspiring gazes were cast towards the sky above Beiman Mountain. Monsters as strong as Zhu Gangxuan, Kui Gang, Red Lotus Boy, Xia Chanming and other demons all showed solemn expressions.

In Jiujiang Mansion, Gu Feifan walked out from the depths of the General Secretary's Mansion. His eyes were deep and he looked in the direction of Beimang Mountain. Finally he could no longer sit still. He took one step and disappeared.

In Qingchan City, Uncle Ma also walked out of his small courtyard and looked at the Shiwan Barren Hills of Beimang covered in black air in the far distance. He looked at the ray of golden light that broke through, seeming to reveal the clarity of the universe...

His old spirit was there, his eyes changed again and again, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The sudden movement in the north is due to destiny... All the variables in this world have been calculated by Shenzong..."

At this moment, a man with gray hair on his temples and the mark of a nine-story building embroidered on the corner of his clothes came out. He had a lazy temperament, like an idler wandering around the city. However, at this moment, his originally bored eyes could not help but

A look of seriousness emerged.

"Buddha, it's your turn to take action." Uncle Ma said in a deep voice with his eyes focused.

"I ask again, are you sure? That is something that can affect the world, so we have to be cautious..." the owner of the pagoda asked coldly.

"I'm sure...he is the only candidate...unique...I bet my future on him..."

Uncle Ma's old palms were clenched tightly, but his eyes were firmer than ever before.

Over the years, he has seldom been as upset and unable to control himself as he is today.

"As you wish, the grudges will be wiped out from now on."

The owner of the pagoda nodded, stepped out and disappeared in front of the small courtyard of Qingchan City.

Rumble...

Above Beimang Mountain, Tang Beixuan was holding the [Zhenwudang Demonic Sword], showing his dharma appearance, and his divine light shone in all directions, causing the dead air of the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang to gather together and tremble.

"You can't break my law... Beneath me are hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang, gathering the dead into a coffin, without death or destruction..."

The witch king looked up to the sky and screamed, his huge body expanded again, and now it was like a huge black ball of flesh, frantically absorbing the essence of the mountains and rivers, turning it into a deathly aura, and ordered the demons to lower their demonic shadows and attack Tang Beixuan.

to.

However, Tang Bei

In a trance, there seems to be spiritual sutras singing in the void, resounding in all directions, and the mysterious magic is endless.

"In the six days of Hunyuan, he is the leader of the Dharma teaching. He cultivates the truth and enlightens the Tao, and saves all the fans..."

"Be universally beneficial to all living beings, eliminate disasters and obstacles. Be compassionate and help the suffering..."

"Good fortune and good fortune, kindness and righteousness. The true king of cooperation, the god of good fortune..."

"The spirit form of a turtle and snake, the Nine Heavens Xuan Zun. The incarnation of the mortal world, the Demon Danger Heavenly Lord..."

As the sound of chanting scriptures filled the sky, it suddenly sounded like rolling thunder, echoing in the sky above the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang.

The phantom "Turtle and Snake Two Spirits" behind Tang Beixuan suddenly roared, as if real spirits entered the world and swallowed up the impermanent demons and ghosts.

In the vast mysterious light, his figure became more and more majestic, his Taoism was prosperous, and he had no taboos.

"The north is indeed the place where he thrives..."

When Li Mo saw this, he couldn't help sighing, Tang Beixuan now looked completely different from the one he had when he said goodbye to the capital.

His Taoism has been fulfilled and he has finally found his own way.

Xuanxu corresponds to the sky, the turtle and the snake merge into each other. The heavens and the heavens are all called ten thousand spirits. There is nothing that cannot be observed, and there is nothing that cannot be manifested. At the end of the tribulation and the beginning of the tribulation, the demon spirit is cut off, the founder's edict, the name of Zhenwu.

Rumble...

Finally, Tang Beixuan's body broke through the many demonic barriers, and the Zhenwudang Demonic Sword was like a ray of clarity in the filth of the world, breaking through the endless darkness and death, and penetrated directly into the body of the witch lord.

Cracks appeared on the huge black flesh ball, and spread wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strange runes traveling in the void gradually faded and disappeared.

"It's broken... the death-gathering coffin is broken..."

The ghost mother's expression changed, and there was a different kind of brilliance in her beautiful eyes. She could sense that the aura of the witch lord was gradually weakening, and his connection with the Shiwan Barren Hills of Beimang was also slowly dissipating.

"Taoist Long, if you haven't taken action yet, do you want to fall short of your success!?"

At this moment, the dying sorcerer looked up to the sky and screamed, as if he was trying to grab the last straw.

"Witch Lord, you disappoint me so much."

The cold voice echoed faintly in the sky above Beimang Mountain. In the cold void, a figure walked out. His temperament was as cold as the abyss. Even the death energy of the heavens seemed warm and genial in front of this person.

"You talk too much nonsense. If you want to seize the throne of Beimang, how can you be in trouble!?"

The swollen Witch Lord looked up to the sky and roared. At almost the same moment, the mysterious Taoist Dragon suddenly appeared beside the Witch Lord, and his cold breath suddenly stopped his tendency to destroy him.

"Who are you?"

Li Mo's eyes were as focused as a thin line and he shouted in a deep voice.

"Heir of the Black Sword, you are indeed unusual... Anyway... after planning for so many years, it's time to show up."

Taoist Long took a deep look at Li Mo, with complex expressions flashing in his cold eyes.

The next moment, there was a "stab" sound, and Taoist Dragon's robes were shattered, revealing a dark and sneaky "dragon shadow". His winding and squirming body rose into the sky and flew directly into the swelling body of the sorcerer.

"This is……"
To be continued...