Chapter eight hundred and ninety-ninth saint pressure
March 15th.
It's sunny.
sunrise……
Southeast, northwest, in all directions.
Forty-three suns rose in the sky of Qingzhou, and their dazzling light illuminated every blade of grass on the land of Qingzhou.
The light was so strong that it bent their waists.
The people of Qingzhou looked up to the sky in all directions and were terrified. They had never seen such a terrifying scene.
Could it be that someone angered the gods, and the gods sent forty-three suns out of anger to melt the earth?
"I am the Heavenly Saint Ancestor of Zhongzhou, and today I am visiting the Great Su Kingdom of Qingzhou to slay demons!"
In the eastern sky, from a dazzling sun, a sacred and majestic voice came out.
Its sound is like thunder on a sunny day, moving mightily across the sky.
Wherever he went, all the people worshiped him, and all the beasts knelt down to listen to his teachings.
Only then did the people of Qingzhou realize that the forty-two extra suns in the sky turned out to be the incarnations of saints.
"I am the Saint Ancestor Fang Jue of Pingzhou, and today I am visiting the Great Su Kingdom of Qingzhou to slay demons!"
"I am the Saint Ancestor of Fuzhou Rongfeng, and today I am visiting Qingzhou Dasu Kingdom to slay demons!"
"I am..."
Sacred sounds exploded in the sky one after another, pressing towards the Dasu Empire from all directions, and finally stayed and circled over the Dasu Empire.
The people of all the countries in Green Continent were all horrified, wondering what kind of terrible demon had appeared in the Great Su Kingdom. They actually asked forty-two saints to work together to eliminate the demon. Could it be that the demon king from the Jiuyou Underworld had escaped, right?
The people of the Dasu Empire were undoubtedly the most confused. They felt that the world had never been so peaceful. Where did the devil come from?
If there really is a demon, it must be eliminated quickly, and it must not be allowed to destroy their hard-won happy life.
So they all quickly knelt down and worshiped, begging the saint to quickly get rid of the demon that appeared in their homes.
Only those who know something about the grievances between the Shen family in Zhongzhou, Dasu, and Zhang Xiaozu know what kind of demon the saint went to Dasu to slay.
What they are getting rid of is not the devil, they are getting rid of the rebels who say no to the rules of this world.
The rules of this world are made by them.
To say no to this world is to say no to them, and it is a provocation and blasphemy to their supreme authority.
Must be killed without mercy!
The blazing sun rose scorchingly, crossing the Qingzhou Continent at an extremely fast speed, pressing towards the Great Su Empire.
Under every shining sun, there is a group of cultivators flying in the clouds and mist.
They were gearing up and eager to give it a try. They only waited for the Holy Ancestor's order to hunt down the cultivators of the Dasu Empire.
They want to wipe out the martial arts of the Su Empire.
This gives them a domineering feeling of being the master under the saint.
The real sun, without any influence, slowly moves forward along the path of action day after day.
He has just risen, and it will be a long time before darkness falls.
"The saint presses the situation, he is really overbearing and terrifying!"
Zhang Xiaozu stood above the main hall of Guowei Mansion, looking at the saints pressing in from all directions, and could not help but feel a suffocating pressure in his heart.
Zhou Jianlai held the Mountain Sword, pointed at the saint approaching from the horizon, and shouted: "In the near future, half of my bandits will travel with such grand momentum!"
"Haha, that's good!" Niu Dawa echoed, "When the time comes, let's pass that shit on to the sects and aristocratic families, rob them one after another, and let them have a taste of being bullied and dominated!"
"Let them cry!" Yuan Taiping stroked the demon sword in his hand and asked with a grin: "Do you think saints can cry?"
Ye Mingyue glanced at the demon knife in Yuan Taiping's hand, and said with a smile: "Let's catch one someday and try cutting it down for you."
"Who will comfort me if I cry?" Qi Yoyo asked.
Everyone couldn't help laughing happily when they heard this.
It's very quiet in Guowei Mansion.
Huang Daonv, Wang Ruoyu, Zhang Guangyao and others, as well as the four sacred beast cubs, were all sent away by Zhang Xiaopeng.
They went to Northern Xinjiang and were hidden by Zhang family retainers.
The retainers assured Zhang Xiaopeng that even if the saint dug three feet into the ground, he would not be able to find their hiding place.
Wei Ziyan was bathed in the holy light, crossed the sky from the east, stopped over the Guowei Mansion, and threw the Wanjian Box to Zhou Jianlai.
Zhou Jianlai raised the Mountain Sword, put it into the sword box, and then reached out to catch the falling Wanjian Box.
In the Ten Thousand Sword Box, the birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, and the spiritual energy is rich. Those spiritual trees that are about to die are being planted on the mountains, and they have all regained their vitality.
"Thank you so much, master!" Zhou Jianlai felt the small world in the sword box, his eyes suddenly shone and his eyebrows were dancing.
Wei Ziyan nodded slightly, then looked at the eastern sky with his hands behind his hands, waiting for the arrival of the saint who was passed down to the world.
In the southern sky, the old Zen Master Wanxiang arrives bathed in the light of Buddha.
The young monk followed him.
"Brothers, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm so polite, young monk." The young monk clasped his hands together and bowed to Zhang Xiaopeng and others before flying down next to Zhang Xiaopeng and others.
Several people looked at the little monk happily, but they felt that after not seeing each other for more than a year, the little monk looked...
Well, it's getting more and more juicy.
If she hadn't seen the little monk peeing while standing, Niu Dawa would have doubted whether the little monk was a daughter disguised as a man.
The young monk's clear eyes and fair skin exuded a pure and holy aura, giving people the feeling of having attained enlightenment.
"Come here." Niu Dawa waved to the young monk.
"Senior brother..." The young monk walked up to him obediently.
Niu Dawa's expression suddenly darkened. He stretched out his hand to pinch the young monk's fair face and asked angrily: "The imperial capital is extremely dangerous and can be described as a death place. If you don't stay at Tianbaoshan, why are you here?"
Qi Yoyo, Jin Zhihui and other women immediately cast cannibalistic looks at Niu Dawa, blaming him for ruining the beautiful scenery.
In fact, they also wanted to pinch the little monk's fair face.
"Ah, it hurts. Brother, let go quickly." The little monk cried out in pain.
Niu Dawa snorted and let go of his hand, a look of unfinished meaning flashed across his eyes.
"Master said that following a few senior brothers would be safer than staying on Tianbao Mountain, so he brought me here." The young monk explained aggrievedly, rubbing his cheeks.
"Then just stay here and don't move around when the fight starts." Niu Dawa warned.
"Everyone listens to senior brother." The young monk has always been well-behaved, but it's hard to say whether he will listen or not.
When the great monk saw the arrival of the old Zen Master Wanxiang, he quickly took Taoist Qinglian's hand and flew over. He knelt down respectfully in front of him and said feeling ashamed: "Buddhist unclean evildoers, please pay homage to our master!"
"Disciple Qinglian, pay homage to the Holy Ancestor!" Taoist Qinglian also knelt down and worshiped.
She looked nervous, her cheeks were red with embarrassment, and she felt like a new daughter-in-law meeting her parents-in-law.
Old Zen Master Wanxiang's eyes fell on the great monk, a kind smile appeared on his face, and asked: "Have you found your Buddha?"
"Found it," the great monk replied.
"Now that you have found it, let's understand it carefully. If you hold the sutra in your hand and don't turn it over or read it, or read it or recite it, it won't be a waste." Old Zen Master Wanxiang pointed out.
The great monk was startled for a moment when he heard the words, and then he understood the meaning of the old Zen Master Wanxiang's words. His face turned red with embarrassment, and he responded in a low voice: "Disciple understands."
Taoist Qinglian was both happy and ashamed. He knew that with the words of the old Zen Master Wanxiang, the great monk's inner settlement of feeling ashamed of his master was completely resolved.
The two of them returned to Guowei Mansion shyly.
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations!"
Everyone cheered and congratulated each other, which made the two of them more and more embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
In the western sky, Cang Yihai came with a knife in his hand, entered the Guowei Mansion, and offered a stick of incense to Butcher Zhang.
"It is a great regret in my life that I could not have a drink with you." Cang Yihai sighed towards Butcher Zhang's memorial tablet.
That battle in the yellow sand desert left him with endless memories, and he couldn't help but regard Butcher Zhang as his confidant in the art of swordsmanship.
drive!
The black ape galloped from the northern sky on a flaming horse.
I don’t know what the black ape did to the flaming horse. I saw the flaming horse with wings on its back and burning flames under its hooves. It looked so majestic.
"Boy, do you know the name of this bow of my Majesty's Majesty?" Hei Yuan looked excited and asked Zhang Xiaopawn from a distance while holding up his big bow.
"My young man is ignorant and doesn't know this magical bow. Please let me know." Every time Zhang Xiaozhu saw this big bow, he couldn't help but covet it.
"This bow is called Shooting the Sun. Do you think it is suitable for the occasion?" Black Ape raised his finger and pointed to the blazing sun in the sky in all directions.
