Streams of spiritual consciousness erupted from all over Chang'an City, sweeping across the entire city, and many of them looked at Kongmingfang.
"What's going on?!" Above Kongmingfang, Hei Lin was shocked. Looking at the black pig in front of him, Hei Lin was injured just by looking at it.
When the pig transformed by Uncle Qian broke out of the seal, Black Scale took action. With just a collision, traces of black air appeared from the Black Pig's body, corroding Black Scale's scales and penetrating into every hole.
The black pig's body pulled out countless tentacles, as if alienated, and its body shape continued to become bloated. Slowly, it became several thousand feet in size. It no longer looked like a black pig. It had no eyes and nose, and was just a ball of meat.
There are countless thick tentacles on the meat ball, and below the meat ball, there is a big mouth with sharp teeth.
"It's difficult." Hei Lin rubbed his head, and a burst of golden light emitted from his body. A dragon elephant about the size of a ball of meat appeared in the sky above Kongmingfang. Its four hooves looked like dragon claws, and there were dark gold scales on its body.
Like Dragon Scale, after swallowing the Life Tribulation Pill, Black Scale's bloodline will reach a higher level.
The dragon elephant roared, and its whole body was ignited with golden flames. It collided with the weird meat ball, and the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.
The two separated, and golden blood seeped out from under the scales of the dragon and elephant, dyeing the body red.
This is not the strength that the Seventh Realm should have, Hei Lin looked at the meat ball opposite and suddenly realized.
Before the black scales could react, the mass of flesh spit out a beam of light composed of black energy and blood, which directly penetrated the dragon elephant's body.
"Roar!" A painful voice resounded over Kongmingfang, and there was a wound on the dragon elephant's body. Tentacles began to grow from the wound, and the tentacles were nourished by the flesh and blood of the dragon elephant.
The dragon elephant was in pain and fell into Kongmingfang, destroying many buildings. The big mouth of the meatball opened and became larger than its body. When it fell, it would swallow the dragon elephant.
Look at that big mouth.
"Your mother! I haven't seen anything like this since I came out of Longhu Mountain. If I had known that I would have brought an immortal weapon with me, I would have fucking chopped you up!" Black Scale's voice came from the dragon elephant's body, and he was very angry but
There is nothing you can do.
Then Hei Lin shouted into the distance: "You guys, stop looking and take action quickly, I can't hold on any longer!"
"Sure enough, he is a big guy." A group of Seventh Realm cultivators from Chang'an came out. Most of them were elders of Tianshu Academy, and there were also several princes who had lived in Chang'an. The leaders were Bai Yihou and Tun Hai.
Hou.
Baiyihou took action, and Hei Lin was a little surprised. After all, Kongmingfang had some grievances with him. Now Chang'an was in chaos and needed a lot of manpower. Baiyihou could have gone to other places, but he still chose to come to Kongmingfang.
However, no one from White Deer Academy was seen. After all, Bai Yihou’s attitude does not represent that of White Deer Academy.
While Black Scale was thinking, the Marquis in Baiyi took the lead, and a Guanyin Dharma appeared from behind. Guanyin had hundreds of hands, with hundreds of weapons in his hands. He put his palms together in the middle, and then pushed forward, and all kinds of weapons hit the meat ball.
, the flesh ball retreated, but there were also cracks on Bai Yihou's Avalokitesvara image.
"White clothes, we are here to help you!" Wearing a battle armor, the burly Tun Haihou looked like a sword. He raised a pair of tiger-headed hammers and faced the meat ball. Every time the hammer fell, it had the power to break mountains.
The Pavilion Elder of Tianshu Academy and the remaining princes also rushed over and started fighting with the meat ball. A total of eighteen cultivators of the Seventh Realm in the sky participated in the battle, but they were unable to take down the meat ball.
The risk of counterattack.
Black Scale gritted his teeth, stopped the injury, transformed into a dragon and elephant again, and rushed into the sky. He did not expect anyone else to come to help, because there was still an aura in Chang'an City, which was stronger than the meat ball transformed by the black pig.
powerful.
And that breath is in the direction of Shengyan Academy.
And the face on Chang'an City has reached the level of an immortal.
With Bai Yihou, Tun Haihou and Black Scale as the main attack, and the other seven realms as supplements, they were able to contain this meat ball.
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In Shengyan Academy, Liao Fan raised his sword and looked at the armored ancient corpse in front of him, wearing the attire of the previous emperor. When he broke out of the tomb just now, it was Liao Fan who took action to protect the Fengshan courtyard.
The armored ancient corpse did not rush to take action, but looked around, then looked at Monk Fan, and then said seriously: "Monk, you are very strong, stronger than any monk I have ever seen."
"Really? I don't know if I'm a monk, but when it comes to using a sword, I'm indeed very strong." Master Liao Fan smiled and replaced the wooden sword in his hand with his iron sword named Canghai.
The enemies made him feel a lot of pressure.
"Would you like to introduce your identity?" Liao Fan asked. Based on his knowledge, he could not tell the origin of this ancient corpse or why it was revived. Apart from the fact that the waves of death on its body reminded Fan all the time, it was
Except for a dead person, his behavior and mind are no different from those of a living person.
The ancient corpse smiled. He had been lying in the grave for a long time. He didn't mind talking more with someone he liked. After all, this monk's talent and cultivation were unparalleled even in his own time.
It's a genius.
The armored ancient corpse spread its hands: "Obviously, I am from the previous dynasty. As for the name, I have forgotten it, but when I was alive, you people in the Tang Dynasty called me King Pingtian."
"I don't know what your ancient history of the Tang Dynasty thinks of me." The former King Pingtian smiled and said, somewhat approachable.
Hearing this title, Master Liaofan remembered something, which was the description of this prince in the ancient history of the Tang Dynasty.
So Liao Fan left the sea behind him and answered the question of King Pingtian seriously: "The ancient history of the Tang Dynasty evaluates the prince as the most brave and loyal person in the previous dynasty."
During the previous dynasty, it was King Pingtian who went to Beijing alone to serve as King Qin, and managed to save the last trace of the bloodline of the previous dynasty.
Later, in that battle, he was severely wounded by Taizong, and his immortal body was shattered and his body died. Taizong thought of his loyalty, so he buried his body in Fengshan. At that time, there was no Shengyan Academy.
In other words, this Pingtian King was once an Immortal Immortal, but his immortal body was shattered and then killed. However, for unknown reasons, he is now alive again.
"Are you brave and loyal? Your Emperor Taizong is telling the truth. For his sake, I won't kill you today. You can leave. I have to do business." King Pingtian waved his hand, although he has already
Although he doesn't have the cultivation level of an immortal, he can't compete with him even if he is in the Seventh Realm.
Master Liaofan was not annoyed, he just asked a question, a question that he could not quite figure out: "Senior, how did you recover?"
"This is the secret of my court, so of course I have no comment. Okay, okay, leave quickly, don't wait for me to change my mind." King Pingtian said leisurely, waving his hands, a little impatiently.
Master Liao Fan held his sword and sighed: "I think you are wrong, Your Majesty. Although I don't know what you are going to do, as a person from the former dynasty, I think what you are going to do should be great for us, the Tang Dynasty."
It’s not a good thing. Although I don’t know if I am a monk, I know that I am a Tang Dynasty person, so you have to stay here.”
King Pingtian was slightly angry, feeling that the monk was a bit ungrateful: "You are such an interesting monk, aren't you afraid of death?"
"Of course I'm afraid of death, but I may not be the one who dies." Master Liao Fan said with a low eyebrow.
King Pingtian laughed angrily: "You're going to kill me? Is it because of your Seventh Realm cultivation, or is it the ordinary iron sword in your hand?"
"It's just the heart of the sword." Master Liaofan replied.
King Pingtian laughed loudly and did not take Monk Liaofan seriously until a voice sounded.
"What about adding us?" The seven-level cultivators in Shengyan Academy arrived, including the head of Shengyan Academy, Chen Cheng, a powerful Confucian cultivator.
Because of the existence of Ya Sheng, too many people in this world have ignored the head of Shengyan Academy. And ignoring him does not mean that he is not strong. His ability to sit at the position of the head of Shengyan Academy can be imagined.
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In addition to the two wine and sword sages who were still in seclusion, and the missing sword sages and chess sages, the other three sages from the Yasheng sect were also present. Together with the other seventh-level Confucian cultivators in the academy, there was a lineup of more than ten people.
Because of the existence of the Three Sages, as well as the president of Shengyan Academy and Master Liaofan, the quality of Shengyan's side is even higher than that of Kongmingfang's.
"Lord chicken and tile dog!" King Pingtian scolded him.
"You are no longer the King of Pingtian you used to be. If you had the same level of cultivation as you used to be, we wouldn't be the ones here." The head of Shengyan Academy laughed.
"Seeking death!" King Pingtian clenched his fist, as if holding a small sun in his hand, and the war had already broken out.
As for why Ya Sheng did not show up during the battle with Sheng Yan, it was because from the moment that face appeared, Ya Sheng held the Confucian Sage's sword and killed him.
He is currently the strongest cultivator in Chang'an City, and as the strongest person, he should save the world.
The giant only had one face, and under the face, there was the esophagus, then the stomach, and then there was nothing else.
Even so, the energy and blood exuded by this giant has far exceeded the Eighth Realm.
Looking at the stomach and esophagus, Chen Qingshan felt a little familiar, and then spit out three words: "Chaoshen Cult."
That day in Shanshi Town, Gui Xing fought with the tiger and dragged the tiger into the mouth of a giant. At that time, the giant only had a mouth.
This mouth is exactly the same as the face in the sky, which means that the Chaos God Cult has found the face of this giant.
"Cang, this giant's name is Cang, and it ranks second among the ancient gods enshrined by the Chaos God Sect." Next to Chen Qingshan, A Nan looked at the giant and revealed some secrets within the Chaos God Sect.
It comes from the memory of the Qishan Disaster Snake, and the Qishan Disaster Snake is also a first-class existence in Luan Shen Sect, but it is not as high as Cang.
"With just a part of his body, this Cang has the power of an immortal. How strong must he be at his peak?" Chen Qingshan asked.
A'Nan shook his head and said he didn't know much, but he said that he was not a Hongchen Immortal, but among the Immortal Immortals, he was one of the strongest.
Hearing this, Chen Qingshan became worried for the little sage in the sky.
Faced with Cang's breath, Yasheng didn't pay much attention. The breath that extinguished life was like a breeze blowing on his sleeves in front of him, and even the hem of his clothes could not be damaged at all.
Ya Sheng looked at Xu's face. His body was as small as an ant, but it blocked all the pressure from Xu.
"The ancient gods of Chaoshen Sect, the former Pingtian King, and the weirdness of Kongmingfang, what is the connection between these, and what is the matter?" Ya Sheng frowned and asked himself.
"Is the cause and effect of all things in Yunmengze?" Yasheng thought that perhaps His Majesty the Holy Emperor sensed something, so he and Lao Li rushed to Yunmengze.
"Let's solve the problem here first." Yasheng sighed, Confucian Sage waved his sword, purple energy came from the east, and entered Yasheng's body. Yasheng's cultivation also surpassed the eight realms, replacing the immortal with Confucianism and Taoism.
Qi is also exchanged for temporary nine-level combat power.
If the path to immortality had not been cut off, he would have become an immortal immortal long ago due to his talent as a sub-sage.