The long river of destiny is rushing and the waves are rolling.
Su Wanjun was dressed in white and stood on a wave of waves. Her slender white ankles remained motionless despite the waves beating against her.
And in his palm, a dreamlike red sword energy quietly changed at this moment.
It became more and more solid, like a real sword, spreading out a heart-stopping fiery red sword rain.
In the distance, the young monk clasped his hands together and said: "If we take action here, the poor monk will return to the sea like a dragon, and beings like you who come from the other side of destiny will probably suffer the counterattack of the order of destiny."
There was a look of reminiscence in Su Wanjun's eyes.
A long time ago, she also trekked on the long river of destiny, leading a white mule and searching everywhere for the traces left by the swordsman.
I never thought that too much time had passed in a blink of an eye.
Now that she is revisiting her old place, Su Wanjun can't help but feel as if she's been away from another world.
After a long while, she hummed and said: "The suppression of the rules of fate can only allow me to exert less than half of my strength."
The young monk smiled slightly and said: "The poor monk has expressed his intention to withdraw from this dispute, and you must also be concerned about the safety of the two fellow Taoists. Why don't you just give in and go to different sides?"
Su Wanjun said: "Let me chop you with my sword. As long as you don't die, you can leave."
The young monk frowned.
boom!
The Buddha's light is flowing all over his body, his treasures are solemn, and his Taoism is constantly rising. In the land where the lotus platform is located at his feet, the rushing torrent of destiny is imprisoned and motionless.
Only a being at the level of the Emperor of Heaven can do this kind of feat!
After all, it is the long river of fate, and even Tianjun has to be careful when walking in it, lest he be beaten by the waves of fate.
"A sword?"
A touch of confidence appeared on the young monk's eyebrows, "What's the point of giving you three swords?"
In the Chisong Mountain before, his moral character was suppressed to the lowest level, which is why he looked so embarrassed in the confrontation with Lin Jinghong.
But it's different now.
In the long river of destiny, his conduct is comparable to that of the Emperor of Heaven!
All that is missing now is an opportunity to take charge of the eternal throne.
And in the Western Heaven Ancestral Court in the Eternal Heaven Realm, there is a vacant Eternal Emperor's Throne!!
However, the young monk did not dare to neglect, and when he spoke, he had already reached the peak of his Taoism.
The body is like a spiritual mountain, the mind is like glass, and after three generations of Taoism, it has transformed into the power of a fearless and fearless Buddha.
At a glance, his whole person is like a majestic and boundless mountain, stretching across the long river of destiny, shining with infinite light.
Su Wanjun only glanced at the young monk and took action directly.
The figure flashed out of thin air.
Suddenly there was a flash of red sword light.
The next moment, a straight trace of blood appeared on the abdomen of the young monk whose figure was as powerful as a towering spiritual mountain.
Su Wanjun's figure floated out a hundred feet away, her two big sleeves fluttering, elegant and aloof.
At this moment,
A huge sword mark suddenly appeared in the land where the destiny flows thousands of feet away.
The sword energy was like blood, stirring in all directions, reflecting the vast river water into a magnificent bright red color.
"Do you want me to use two more swords?"
Su Wanjun asked.
The young monk lowered his head, looked at the straight blood mark on his abdomen, and said with a wry smile: "Your sword is boundless. This poor monk is so convinced that he lost, he feels ashamed and uneasy!"
"If you can take my sword without dying, other emperors are not as good as you."
Su Wanjun seemed a little regretful, "I would have used more strength to break your eternal Taoist root that looks like a relic."
The young monk's face stiffened and he sighed: "Within a hundred years, I can guarantee that the Xitian Ancestral Court will no longer be an enemy of Su Yi."
Su Wanjun turned her wrist, held the red sword energy upside down, and stepped away.
Not a word was said.
Just drifted away like that.
The graceful figure is like a flash of light on the long river of destiny, fleeting.
The young monk stood there and let out a long sigh.
The bloody sword mark on his abdomen seemed inconspicuous, but it destroyed most of his life!
The internal organs feel like they have been damaged and are in disrepair.
Even the great avenue that was just built by integrating the three generations of Taoism has cracks!
It's just one step away from destroying his eternal Dao roots!!
It is no exaggeration to say that the sword strike before almost caused him to be knocked out of the mortal world, and his body and soul disappeared!
"Are all people from the other side of destiny so powerful that they are so ridiculous..."
The young monk remembered what he had said before, "I'll give you three swords." Even though his heart was as solid as a rock, he couldn't help but lose his temper.
He knew very well that the reason why he was able to save his life this time was that the woman in white hurriedly rushed to rescue the skinny old man and the middle-aged man.
Secondly, the woman in white seems to have already seen through that the piece of Buddha bone she holds in her palm can help her avoid the disaster of death.
That's why I don't want to get entangled.
But no matter what, I still lost this time, and I lost in a mess.
It is impossible to recover from this injury in a short period of time!
"Su Yi, I underestimated you this time, next time...it won't happen!"
After a long time, the young monk's eyes became firm again, and he walked towards the depths of the river of destiny.
He has returned to the sea and has integrated the Taoism of the three generations. As long as he returns to the ancestral court of the West, he can inherit the throne and dominate everything.
At that time, you can break the barrier on the other side of destiny and see how high the sky is in the Xuan Dao Ruins.
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On the long river of destiny, there are many mysterious and strange eternal gates.
Some of the gates of eternity are ancient secret realms that contain great opportunities and good fortunes. Others are in desperate situations of death and no life...
Various eternal gates are like stars, scattered on the mighty river of destiny.
Inside one of the eternal gates.
This is an ancient battlefield!
The world is desolate, life is exhausted, and there are dilapidated and desolate scenes everywhere.
At this time, a big battle was taking place.
The two warring parties are both existences that have already transcended the long river of destiny, far from being comparable to the five realms of eternity.
"Old Gongye, after so many epochs, haven't you made any progress in your conduct?"
Amidst the loud shouts, a man wearing bronze armor and about ten feet tall slashed out the war spear in his hand.
At the point of the war spear, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and everything collapsed.
This man's face was rugged, his eyes were like the sun and the moon, and his power was extremely terrifying. Every time he breathed in or out, the world was shaking.
His name is Li Shouhu.
He claims to be one of the originators of spear art since the Age of Chaos. A spear once shattered the ends of the five realms of eternity and pierced the obstacles on the other side of destiny!
Among the Xuan Dao Ruins on the other side of the river of destiny, Li Shouhu is also an extraordinary being.
Along with Li Shouhu, there were two other people.
They are an old man in a Confucian robe with a white face and no beard, long sleeves like clouds, holding a purple jade Ruyi. On both ends of Ruyi, squatting is a Luan bird with spread wings.
When waving Jade Ruyi, the Luan bird sings, and the purple air rises like a tide, raising ancient runes all over the sky.
The old man in Confucian robes and Li Shouhu were dealing with Gongye Pagoda together.
On the other side of this ancient battlefield, another person was fighting with He Bo.
This is a black-clad swordsman with broad shoulders and narrow waist, long scruffy hair, and frightening eyes. He holds a huge wide-mouthed long sword, as straight as a door panel, with countless fine and dazzling bloody avenue secret symbols appearing on the sword body.
Every time the sword was swung, a shocking bloody sword mark was torn between the heaven and the earth. The killing energy was so strong that the whole world was trembling.
In comparison, the swordsman in black has the strongest combat power.
Li Shouhu came second.
Finally, there is the old man in Confucian robes.
But this is a comparison between the three of them. If you pick one of them at random, he can run the river of destiny and make those emperors with eternal thrones frown!
In fact, these three people can be called "big guys" not only in the River of Destiny, but also in Zhongxuan Dao Ruins on the other side of the River of Destiny!
"Fuck you, Li Shouhu. In front of the Sword Emperor City, I beat you like a grandson. Have you forgotten all that?"
Gongye Pagoda looked sarcastic.
This sentence was like poking a sore spot in Li Shouhu's face. A sinister look appeared on his rough face, and he sneered:
"How dare you mention Baidi City? That poor place has been trampled and destroyed long ago! As for your Gongye Pagoda, you are no different from a drowned dog now. Your moral conduct is not half what it was back then. It is really pitiful!"
Boom!
As they talked, the battle became more intense.
He Bo, who was fighting with the swordsman in black, had a worried look on his eyebrows.
Although Gongye Pagoda said it was not forgiving, the situation was very dangerous. It was being suppressed step by step by Li Shouhu and the old man in Confucian robes, and it was almost impossible to hold on.
On his side, he could only contain the black-clothed sword cultivator. If he wanted to defeat him, he would not be able to do so even for a moment.
"Heiya, I really didn't expect that you would join forces with those two old bastards."
He Bo suddenly said, "What the elder said back then was right. You are a rebellious guy with evil intentions. It's no wonder that the elder would expel you from Sword Emperor City with a single order!"
The sword cultivator in black, who was called Hei Ya, suddenly grinned on his face, "What a bullshit, that old man is already dead!!"
The sword cultivator in black looks very handsome, but his complexion is too pale and looks a bit sickly.
The most eye-catching thing is that there is a sword mark between his eyebrows.
Not long, only three inches.
Like a blood centipede lying upright.
When he grinned, his white teeth were fierce, and his whole person showed a violent and sick temperament.
Hearing him call the elder an old man, He Bo frowned.
It is really unimaginable that this man who once kowtowed step by step outside the Sword Emperor City, knelt in front of the gate of the Sword Emperor City and sat there for a hundred years, just to enter the city and become a sword servant, how could he become what he is now?
This look.
"The elder is not dead."
He Bo's tone was indifferent, "The Sword Emperor City may be destroyed, and the Zhongxuan Tao Ruins may undergo drastic changes, but as long as the great master is alive, those of you who have violated the Zhongxuan Covenant are destined to be liquidated one by one." He Bo said, his eyes wide.
A hint of sarcasm emerged, "If you weren't worried about being settled by the great master later, why would you pay a heavy price and force yourself to the river of destiny this time?"