Xuandu rode a gourd and slowly approached the Zizhi Cliff in the forbidden area of the East China Sea.
We haven't seen Zizhi Cliff yet, but countless huge waves are coming towards us.
Xuandu quickly pressed the gourd.
Tianpeng, who was following Xuandu, also stopped.
They both raised their heads and looked forward.
But I saw that this land of waves in the East China Sea was now filled with rolling waves.
One wave after another comes one after another, endlessly.
Far away in the depths of the sea, not a single dark cloud was visible.
instead……
There are countless bright clouds and purple smoke rising from the distant sea.
The essence of Yuchen transforms into blossoming auspicious flowers, transforming into the shadow of a real dragon and the feet of a unicorn.
In the depths of the East China Sea, countless wonders and illusions are performed, and the colors of the sea and sky become colorful.
Xuandu knew that this was the scene where the saint's Taoist heart interacted with heaven and earth.
The waves under his feet are the reflection of the saint's state of mind at this moment.
"Uncle Tongtian, it is true that he is still jealous of those times when the teacher hit him in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation..." Xuandu thought in his heart.
He had already been mentally prepared before coming.
Who among the three realms does not know the temper of the leader of the Jiejiao Sect, the Sage of the Supreme Purity, and the Lingbao Tianzun?
Those who are angry will be repaid, and those who protect shortcomings will become crazy!
For the sake of his disciples, he even did not hesitate to quarrel with two fellow disciples, and had a fight in the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, one against four, knowing that he should not do anything but doing it anyway!
This saint does not look like a saint at all!
On the contrary, he is somewhat similar to that heroic warrior from the human race.
There are not so many calculations, and there are not so many cold calculations of cause and effect.
But it is precisely because of this that this saint is the most dangerous saint in the three realms.
Because most of them won’t talk to you about the ‘overall situation’ or ‘cause and effect’.
The temper comes and the temper becomes stubborn.
It would be better to have broken jade than complete tiles!
Just like those many disciples of Jiejiao whose true spirits are now on the list of gods.
My neck is too stiff and I don't know how to lower my head.
My knees are too hard and I don’t know how to kneel down.
The head can be cut off and the soul can be destroyed.
And I can't take it away!
This saint went one step further.
I would rather be trapped in the palace for a thousand years than come out and be submissive and give me a step.
For a thousand years, the Jiejiao saint trapped in Biyou Palace has become the biggest unrest factor in the Three Realms.
No one knows what the Jiejiao Shangqing sage is doing in Biyou Palace.
A thousand years of seclusion, a thousand years of sword sharpening, and a thousand years of introspection.
Now, he has broken through.
No one knows how powerful the sword in his heart that has been sharpened for a thousand years will be if it is drawn out.
No one knows what this saint has been pondering over the past thousand years.
However, everyone saw it.
This saint, with a casual sword, cut off the consequences of the west.
Long-eared Dingguang Immortal, who had been practicing for millions of years, disappeared into ashes.
But the saint who intercepts the teachings has no trace of cause and effect.
This means, as long as he wants to.
Under a saint, life and death are no longer in one's own hands.
He can kill if he wants, kill if he wants.
It doesn’t matter whether you are the Western Buddha or the Golden Immortal who explains the teachings.
Under Qingping's sword, there will be no life for ten!
Saints, can you still protect each of your disciples at all times?
Can you protect this or that?
Kill one today and a pair tomorrow.
In a few years, not many of the disciples of the saints will be left.
This trip to Xuandu was in compliance with the decree of his teacher.
I came to the Biyou Palace to meet with Master Shishu, the sage of Jie Jiao, and he told me how powerful he was.
Of course, this is only a superficial reason.
In fact, Xuandu also has another mission.
But I haven’t even seen the Biyou Palace yet!
It's a show of force at the head.
Xuandu had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward against the huge waves of the evil sea.
He didn't even dare to ride the gourd anymore, and he didn't even dare to use his magic power or supernatural powers. He could only stand upright and bear the huge wave of the manifestation of the Taoist Heart of the Saint Master Uncle with his body.
When you meet a saint, you must be sincere!
Especially the Jiejiao Saint!
I think back then, I was famous for being soft-spoken and not hard-hitting!
Then he led Tianpeng through the evil sea all the way.
Finally, we arrived in front of the Zizhi Cliff.
Xuandu stood on the waves with difficulty, looking at the scenery on Zizhi Cliff.
Involuntarily, the senior human teaching fellow swallowed his saliva.
Tianpeng, who was following Xuandu, even had his calves trembling.
"Squeak...squeak...squeak..." His teeth moved up and down.
The Zizhi Cliff in Tianpeng's eyes has now become extremely terrifying!
I saw the purple zhi cliff.
The purple smoke of Qingyun gradually rises and falls.
In every piece of Qingyun, there seems to be a pair of cold and ruthless eyes of the sky, scanning the heaven and earth and looking down at the three realms.
All living beings seem to have become insignificant and not worth mentioning under these eyes of heaven!
What's even more terrifying is the streaks of purple smoke hanging down from the Qingyun.
Purple smoke lingers around the clouds on the Zizhi Cliff.
Renders the sky purple.
The vast purple sky covered the sky.
Vaguely, between heaven and earth, there seems to be a figure of the Hunyuan Wuji Saint who cannot be looked directly at, cannot be spied on, and cannot be inferred.
This saint's figure is cold and ruthless, with no warmth at all and no emotion at all.
His whole body seemed to be filled with the artistic conception of killing.
The streaks of purple smoke were the murderous intent overflowing from his thoughts.
However, the purple smoke manifested by these murderous intentions is pure and flawless, crystal clear, and does not contain any distracting thoughts.
Upright and aboveboard.
Even, looking from a distance, one can still see some compassionate thoughts and sacred thoughts rolling in the murderous intent.
I will kill you for the sake of heaven and earth.
Heaven and earth should thank me!
I will kill you for the sake of all sentient beings!
All living beings should thank me!
Under the purple smoke, blossoming jade essences transformed into countless blooming flower buds.
Thunder flows slowly in the flower buds.
The shadow of the real dragon jumped out from it, and the feet of the unicorn appeared from the thunder.
When Tianpeng saw it, he felt his soul trembling, and the flesh and blood all over his body was filled with infinite fear.
Even my heart seemed to be frozen by everything in front of me.
He couldn't help but hide behind Xuandu.
"Great Immortal Lord... Great Immortal Lord..." He shouted with waxy lips, not knowing what to do.
Looking up, Xuandu's face turned pale and his hands were trembling slightly.
I could only hear the Senior Senior Brother of Human Cult saying: "Uncle Tongtian, he has been trapped for thousands of years... his killing power has actually advanced to this point!"
"No wonder...one sword slashed down the Pure Land of the West, and the Two Saints of the West didn't even dare to retaliate!"
"This way of killing..."
"Compared with the Minghe Ancestor's Yuantu and the Two Swords of Abi, I'm afraid he's not even qualified to lift shoes!"
Xuandu's cultivation level is much higher than Tianpeng's.
Nature is in his eyes and perceived by his spiritual consciousness.
On the Zizhi Cliff, the artistic conception of the saint blooms in full bloom.
In fact, it's just an appearance.
Underneath the murderous intent, lurking is an infinite compassion as deep as the ocean and endless expectations for all living beings.
Xuandu sensed it from a distance.
I have already understood a little bit of it.
In this artistic conception, killing is not the purpose.
Killing is for enlightenment.
Therefore, I kill him for the sake of heaven and earth, and heaven and earth should thank me!
Therefore, I kill for all living beings, and all living beings should respect me!
Even if heaven and earth don't thank me.
Even if all sentient beings don’t understand me.
But I still want to kill him.
Because I say so!
This is my heart!
Therefore...
You insects, why don't you just accept death?
This is just a hint of the surface, a little bit of the aftermath.
In the abyss, under the iceberg.
There are more, more terrifying things lurking.
Xuandu took a deep breath with great effort.
Then he solemnly took out the talisman edict given to him by his teacher from his arms.
Gently activating the talisman, he respectfully transmitted the message to the Biyou Palace, the sage's dojo on the Zizhi Cliff, hidden between heaven and earth, and connected to Yu Yutian.
"Uncle Master, Master: Disciple Xuandu, I would like to ask my uncle if the Holy Body is okay!"
The Saint's Talisman Edict immediately floated up, manifesting the shadow of a Tai Chi diagram, sending Xuandu's words deep into the Zizhi Cliff, hiding outside the Three Realms, and jumping out of the Five Elements of the Saint's Dojo.
