He was woken up by a burst of thunder in the white night. He glanced out the window and saw that the sky had turned white. There were violent lightning and thunder, and he smelled something wrong.
He rushed out of the door, his face changed, dark clouds in the sky rolled over the city, and a huge thunder vortex slowly rotated, filled with black energy and thunder, covering most of the Heart Demon Sect, and the center of the thunder was at the sect's main peak.
Bai Ye used his extreme spirit skills to rush to the foot of the sect leader's peak. He saw Wanyanqing and a few others already here, and Gongshu's figure stood on the top of the main hall of the sect leader's peak, with his hands behind his back, indifferently facing the thunderclouds gathering in the sky.
"What happened?" Bai Ye asked Wanyanqing side by side.
"He is ready to enter Taoism." Wanyanqing whispered.
Bai Ye wanted to hold her hand, but Wanyanqing avoided it. She looked at Gongshu's figure and said, "Bai Ye, concentrate on practicing Taoism. I'm not suitable for you. You have better choices."
Bai Ye lowered his raised hand, feeling confused, and looked up at the person above the main hall.
Boom boom boom!
The thunder falls, and each of these thunders can kill a Kuhai or even a Shenqiao master, but then it is the disaster of entering the Tao.
Gongshu avoided its sharp edge and wandered in the sea of thunder in the sky, his figure not disturbed at all. He kept staring at the depths of the thunder clouds. Suddenly, his pupils shrank as if facing a powerful enemy.
A handsome young man walked out of the thundercloud, surrounded by eight rays of light, holding a jade fan in his hand...dark green.
The handsome young man stood opposite Gongshu and grinned: "Thank you for allowing me to be born, the eighth reincarnation, the Nine Xuantian Spirit Fan. I am the past body that the ancestor of the gods chopped off. When I kill you, I will take off the throne in this life!"
The young man is neither humble nor arrogant, he looks down on everything from a high place and is not pretentious. No one in this world has talent and opportunities that can compare with him. As long as he kills Gongshu, he can truly live independently.
"You are very good!" He nodded and praised Gongshu.
He has been lost for thousands of years, but he never thought that someone could wake him up. This person's talent must be unparalleled in the world.
One person stands in the clouds, and the other stands proudly on the top of the hall, facing each other from a distance, only the thunder is rolling and stirring!
Gongshu's tenth battle to enter the Tao is about to break out!
This time there is no chance of survival, and Gongshu is not sure, so he can only do his best.
"Magic throne!" Gongshu scolded, and the black magic mist billowed behind him, turning into a giant throne one foot high, carved with countless giant demons and monsters. He slowly sat down and touched the dragon skull armrest with his hand.
"Brother!" Bai Ye shouted. He knew this magic throne. When he was five years old, nine-year-old Wang Luo rescued a white ape. After that, his eldest brother would go down the mountain for an hour every day. Three years later, he brought the magic throne back.
, was sealed in the body by Wang Hua because of too much evil energy.
According to the eldest brother, the white ape was a descendant of the ancient Monkey King, and knew the ruins of the ancient Heavenly Court. The white ape took him to the throne of the emperor, and Gongshu nourished him with blood every day until he was twelve years old before he successfully recognized his master.
The Ancient Heavenly Court was created by the Demon Ancestor and was the supreme dynasty in the dark and turbulent era, and the throne of the emperor was naturally the Demon Throne, the Demon Ancestor's first soldier and the symbol of the devil's way.
Today, the public loses to the devil and the god of war!
The devil's throne hangs in the sky for nine days, and Gongshu sits on it, like a devil emperor who controls the world. He looks down at the young man and says slowly: "Today, I will kill you!"
Only one of him and the young man could survive. He relied on the young man to enter the Tao, and the young man relied on him to become independent.
"Arrogant!"
The young man took the lead in moving, supporting the stars in all directions on his back, and the eight stars in the sky echoed in a row. He held the jade fan in his hand and walked straight towards the magic throne hanging high in the clouds. With a flick of his wrist, an arc of energy shot out!
The figure of the young man followed closely, and his energy disappeared in the demonic energy in the sky in just a moment. At the same time, a hole was opened. The stars behind him shone with light and enveloped him, and he attacked with the power of the jade fan!
In the demonic aura, it is the domain of Gongshu. The young man dares to enter, which shows his arrogance. Starlight is swaying with his hands and feet, and he is fanning his fan slightly in the distance, and a crack in space is tearing towards the magic throne!
The corners of Gongshu's mouth rose, and the magic mist rolled, spreading with him as the center, quickly smashing the cracks into pieces, and the space was re-evolved intact as before.
"Ice Prison... Han Lan!" The young man sneered, closed his eyes slightly, danced, and suddenly endless ice and snow was born from the space,
Millions of cold ice spikes penetrated from the void, stabbing at the Demon Throne in an endless manner, even the entire sect master peak was frozen!
At the foot of the mountain, Wanyanqing and Bai Ye flew back thirty feet. Then the ice edge spread closer and flew back another ten feet before standing still.
The endless ice edges gradually sealed the rolling demonic energy, forcing it directly to a foot away from the magic throne!
Gongshu's body swayed slightly. He raised his hand and pressed it gently. The magic throne shook, and the demonic energy billowed in the sky. It seemed that when encountering ice and snow in winter, the frozen demonic energy gradually dissolved... Boom!
The thunder of the heavenly tribulation descends, and the endless demonic energy weaves into a big net, swallowing the thunder. Occasionally, the thunder breaks through the magic net, and Gongshu breaks it with the wave of his hand. He is fighting against the heavenly tribulation!
The young man held the fan and stepped in front of the magic throne. Eight rays of starlight gathered and shrouded the magic throne. Time and space seemed to be still, everything had stopped. The young man slashed down with another fierce force, the void exploded, and shot directly at Gongshu!
"My life is in danger!" Gongshu couldn't avoid it, so he tried his best to turn sideways. The energy hit him directly in the chest. If it hit him, his whole body would explode, leaving no possibility of survival.
In that ten thousandth of an instant, a gray-robed figure stepped in front of Gongshu, swung his sword and slashed, two powerful forces burst out with harsh and dazzling light, half of the main hall collapsed, and the gray-robed figure
Standing high in the sky.
"Who are you?!" The young man stood in the clouds and suddenly shouted coldly.
The man in gray robe whispered: "Demon servant, Hai Feiyu!"
The young man said: "The devil's servant is not a devil. God Ancestor hates the devil most in his life. Don't make a mistake."
Hai Feiyu nodded in approval and said: "What I said is true, but the mission I received from Demon Lang is to help him overcome the disaster."
The Demon Lang Ling represents the divine ancestor Cang Hai. Holding the Demon Lang Ling can order the demon servants, and the demon servants only recognize the Demon Lang Ling, no matter what your mission is.
"You will not be able to survive this calamity!" The young man snorted coldly, said no more, and stepped closer, turning one into eight, either happy or sad, worried or angry, with different expressions, some holding hands
There are treasure tripods, some hold treasure pestles, some carry black coffins, and the weapons are also different...
Eight young figures surrounded the magic throne and the gray-robed man, and all attacked together, using different Taoist techniques and tactics, as if they were divided and combined with reality, blocking any way out.
Hai Feiyu made a finger gesture and shouted softly: "Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Slaying Formation!"
Thousands of swords transformed, overwhelming the sky and the earth, like locusts and ants crossing the border. Countless sword shadows flickered around each young figure.
The eight young men were neither fast nor slow, their bodies were like dragons, and they each displayed amazing Taoist skills and moved around in the sword formation.
The situation was at a stalemate for a moment. Hai Feiyu frowned, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Ten Thousand Swords Slaying the Dragon Dance!"
The sword shadows rise across the sky, connecting end to end, undulating like waves, like the churning of the ocean, turning into a whirlpool of ten thousand swords, spinning endlessly.
In the heart of the whirlpool, eight young men stood, and in the whirlpool, a storm of sword light destroyed everything!