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Chapter 1,157 The world is at peace

The flying dust in the city and the sounds of panicked people running and roaring seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan's pupils shrank sharply in his eyes. He lowered his head expressionlessly and saw a dark hand made of shadow passing through his body from behind.

There was no blood, but he couldn't pull out the palm either.

The slimy ghost figure behind him was dripping with mud-like black mist, revealing the same body and clothes as Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan.

Only the black mud covering between the face has been unable to trickle down, and is always tightly wrapped and covered by a layer of black shadow, making it difficult to see the facial features.

At this moment, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan could clearly sense...

The power of the evil god has increased.

He seemed to feel something and raised his head to take a look.

A dark moon was like an evil eye, illuminating half of the northwest sea.

Ninety-nine stood in the wind, her long black hair floating weightlessly in the wind, and her crow-green dress swaying gracefully behind her like a fishtail.

She seemed to be wrapped in a clear breeze and a bright moon, with a desolate light spreading from behind her.

From around her body, countless translucent silk threads could be vaguely seen, flying in the air with the wind and snow.

There was a very shallow light in her ninety-nine eyes. She looked down at all living beings from a high position, and glanced at the supreme being, the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, without any trace of dust in her eyes.

His eyes were like looking at grass clippings, without any emotion.

Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan must have been offended by such a blank look. If it were in the past, he would have been able to show no emotion at all, keep his Taoist heart, and be dignified and prudent.

But the changes in his mood could not be hidden from the hand inserted into his chest.

A sharp pain that was different from physical tearing came to my heart again, and the dark shadowy palm seemed to shed its skin, shedding the layer of dark mud.

What was even more strange was that the receding black shadow matter actually flowed into his body, like unknown toxins slowly being injected into his body.

However, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan did not feel any discomfort. He only felt that the body of Yingqing Immortal Saint, which only ate the Holy Dew of Qing Qi, was gradually becoming heavier, as if it was gradually filled with something sticky.

For someone who could contaminate this Heavenly Saint Emperor, Ninety-nine Faces did not see much fluctuation in his emotions.

She looked around the city, and her clear eyes reflected the city's barrier 'Protect the Common People' that was invisible to the world.

Use the city of ten directions as a cage and tie the boundaries of the four directions to lock the ten directions.

Her master had calculated that this day would eventually happen, so she would rather cut off the gecko's tail and give up the Shifang City that she had worked so hard for for thousands of years to sacrifice to the evil god. She made the worst plan to protect the world.

Ninety-Nine's eyes were indifferent, and she could guess the master's intentions and even his sacrificial spirit.

But she still couldn't feel any sympathy in her heart.

A doll that has lost its owner is like a kite that has lost its string and is out of control. It will only follow the wind-like instinct and let nature do whatever it wants, causing disasters at will.

The green dress on Jiujiu's body, as light as cicada wings, was blown up by the strong wind from a high place. Her whole body was shrouded in a mist-like, thin and wide dress. There seemed to be light and shadow floating in her eyes, and the bottom of her pupils reflected

Under the cold cloudy moon.

She slowly raised her arms.

An extremely simple movement caused the entire Shifang City to shake slightly and tremble, and the sound of roaring waves echoed in the high-rise buildings in the city's criss-crossing alleys.

The energy of the earth's veins, invisible to the naked eye, rises up like a strong wind against the sky. The waves echo, branches hit the snow, and the energy of the earth's veins carries a hurricane like a dragon and screams across the sky.

Jiujiu just raised his hand and drained out all the luck veins in Shifang City.

Her slender and slender palms were still raised and not lowered. In the mist, a Shifang City that seemed to have shrunk countless times in proportion was entrenched on Ninety-Nine's slender index finger in a way similar to a spiritual form.

after.

I saw her fingers moving lightly, and countless translucent silk threads flew from the corner of her eyes, tightly entangled and bound in the spiritual city.

The sharp threads are guided without needles, but can penetrate those city walls and tall buildings without any stagnation.

The silk thread cut between the city walls, leaving mottled marks like a knife and an axe.

And similarly, in the huge and majestic thousand-year-old city beneath Ninety-Nine, identical scars began to appear on the same parts of the city.

More and more silk threads were wrapped around the Lingxiang City, and the boundaries in the four directions of Shifang City's southeast, northwest, and north began to loosen violently.

Ninety-nine is the body of Yinghuo, the barrier that the True Ancestor Evil God cannot destroy to 'protect the common people', but she can defeat it with just a raise of her hand, leaving no points left.

She originally only needed to return to the barrier immediately, but looking at the momentum, she actually planned to destroy the Shifang City together.

No one knew that the city lord's real name was actually 'Fang Chi', his eyes were about to burst, an angry roar erupted from his mouth, and he tried to stand up to stop him.

But at some point, the shadow puppet clinging to him with the same facial features as his had the same translucent threads growing out of his body, strangling him tightly.

There was an unusual and severe pain in his body. The pain did not come from the physical body, but was as if it was extracted from the soul, which was completely irresistible.

Fang Chi was pressed firmly against the ground by the shadow behind him, and could only be forced to continuously sacrifice his painful desires.

He could only press his chin hard against the rough stone surface, barely raise his head, and stare hard at the figure in green clothes above the sea, his eyes were sore and his eyes were blood red.

If his eyes could turn into knives, he would probably kill him with a thousand knives right now.

Seeing that Shifang City was about to collapse and be destroyed, Fang Chi could only place his hope on the strongest among the six realms.

With a click, he twisted his neck bones and made a terrible noise, looking at Immortal Zhu Zhan as if he was asking for help.

"Master Immortal, if you ask her to destroy the barrier of Shifang City, the True Ancestor Evil God will eat the world wantonly! Please help Master Immortal to stop it. Everyone in Shifang City will be extremely grateful to you for your grace!

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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is no need to use him to beg. How could the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan just sit idly by and ignore the behavior of the True Ancestor Evil God trying to eat up all the people.

With a cold expression on his face, he pulled his body out, but was shocked to find that he couldn't pull the hand out of his body.

Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan simply ignored the slender ghost shadow attached to him.

As soon as his clothes were blown up by the wind, the flat ground where Immortal Zhu Zhan stood suddenly turned into a blue mirror lake.

The surface of the lake is like a quiet blue mirror, with ripples rising in circles, like light rain falling into the lake.

The hem of the divine robe gently touched the water surface of the lake. In the next moment, the body of Immortal Zhu Zhan turned into wind and rain and disappeared into the city.

The body transforms into wind and rain, and the power transforms into cloud sage.

The mountains that stretch for thousands of miles outside Shifang City can't stop shaking. Every forest, every tree, every mountain, every water, every stone and every dust is stained with the meaning of the holy.

Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan stepped on the water, clouds, and sea, and rolled towards Jiujiu with overwhelming momentum.

The long river of stars is like a vast waterfall of thousands of feet, and the silver light is released, soaring into the sky.

The power of the mighty Immortal Saint is enough to defeat the demons and monsters in the three thousand worlds.

Ninety-nine's expression remained indifferent, but shallow cracks began to appear on the snow-white face.

She was not in a hurry, and held up the city spirit form with her slender index finger. Her thin and wide green clothes were rolled up and flying. Her figure was like a crane, rising lightly and breaking away from the river of stars with thousands of blades.

Although she had broken free, her limbs and clothes were still covered with fragments of the galaxy.

The fragments cut into the skin and penetrated the bones, like thunder and lightning traveling through Jackie Chan. Wherever they went, all the array talisman patterns in the skin of Jiujiu's body were completely destroyed.

In the blink of an eye, the surface of her body left traces of being purified by that holy will, such as the mottled walls eroded by time peeling off, and the snow-white skin turning into powder inch by inch.

Ninety-Nine's eyelids were lightly raised, and he slowly raised his fingertips to hook one of the thousands of silver threads.

"Buzz!"

The dull sound of the strings is like hitting the sea.

And that ‘Canghai’ is the Heavenly Saint’s driving force that the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan brought.

Jiujiu didn't meet her head-on at all, and with his fingers touching the string, the long river of stars hiding the huge power suddenly collapsed, like a defeated dragon in the sea, it burst into pieces and turned into a world-famous river of water.

Enter the human world.

The darkness in Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan's chest spread even wider, and the hand inserted in his chest was pulled out of his body without knowing when.

The palm of the detached muddy black shadow separated from the body of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, and the tips of the five fingers with distinct joints were wrapped with five translucent silk threads.

This strange thread of desire began to grow in the body of Immortal Zhu Zhan.

As a puppet, Jiujiu is like a puppet who controls the threads in turn. With the root in his hand, all the threads are not messy, he can unwind his desires and travel between heaven and earth.

She can even control the desires of the Immortal Zhu Zhan.

She spread her fingers, and thousands of translucent threads extended from her palms, and an endless stream of painful desire poured into her body.

Started to quickly heal the scars on the surface of her body.

Soon, she returned to her unscathed appearance.

even……

The energy flowing out of the body is even more powerful and unfathomable.

Jiujiu looked at the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan standing in the broken galaxy with indifferent eyes. The thick black mist covering the face of the slender ghost behind him actually became much thinner.

Vaguely, an eye similar to that of the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan can be seen looming.

Ninety-nine stroked the silk thread with her fingertips, and her voice was as thin as the cool breeze:

"Even if you are an immortal, as long as you have the slightest thought of the Seven Emotions in your heart, the consciousness of the True Ancestor Evil God can come to your heart. Now you can't help but give birth to a shadow witch and a thread of desire. How dare you act rashly?

Do you really think that with your supreme status, you can freely traverse the six realms?"

Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan did not reply, but raised his eyes coldly, and the mark of the Immortal Saint appeared brightly between his eyebrows.

Ninety-Nine's head suddenly felt a tingling sensation, and her face suddenly turned pale, but there was no emotional change on her face, but her eyes became cold.

She hooked the silk string with her fingers and tightened it slightly.

The puppet behind Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan immediately began to swing, its limbs undulating and jumping.

The thin line connecting his heart was tightened and pulled.

The bright red blood stains spread out.

Ninety-nine eyes fell again, as if she was extremely tired of the world in front of her. Her voice was low and emotionless:

"Even the Immortal Lord has fallen into my hands, so who else...can kill me."

Unknowingly, even the self-proclaimed person has gradually become a god.

She glanced indifferently at the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan who was holding his chest and unable to move. The silk thread connected by her fingertips tightened the city spirit phase again. Ninety-nine eyes were casual and casual, and she flicked her fingertips.

Directly cut off half of the city's spiritual appearance.

The spirit phase that was chopped away turned into powdery spots and disappeared with the wind.

At the same time, the ancient city under the sky was split in two from the middle, cutting an extremely sharp scar.

Dust bursts out from the incision that runs through the city.

The common monks who are still in the city are disheartened, desperate and cold.

If nothing unexpected happens, half of the city will end up like the ashes and annihilation of the spirit form under the ninety-nine fingers.

Half of the city must be destroyed, so how can the people in that half of the city stay safe?

The wind and snow are blowing, and the stars are rising and falling.

Ninety-nine's lowered eyes suddenly raised.

She looked at Shifang City steadily, her eyes deep.

Not one side of the city that was split into two halves collapsed or collapsed.

At an extremely high point on the city wall, at some point, a figure in white stood against the light. Against this magnificent background of unpredictable changes, the figure stood as tall as the orchids and luxuriant cangonia trees in the garden.

Thin clouds and mist surround him, gathering and dispersing like thin smoke. His white clothes are spotless, and his sword is hanging behind him.

The young man tilted his head slightly, and in the pouring water of the galaxy, half of his face was clear and dazzling, his pupils were imprinted with thousands of threads of dim light, and his eyes were cold and cold.

He stood on top of the half of the city that was about to collapse.

However, half of the city that was supposed to be destroyed along with the spirit was not destroyed, and the barrier that was about to be dissipated still existed.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The dust in the cracked incision stopped splattering.

At this moment, everyone looked at the young man climbing up to the top of the city tower facing the wind, and all of them had a ridiculous idea.

It seems that wherever this person stands, he can bring peace to the world.

It seems that wherever this person looks, any destruction can stop there.

"It seems like you're having a lot of fun... by yourself."

The young man spoke with a deep voice, a calm tone, and an unwavering gaze.

Before Jiujiu could react, he waved his sleeves and swept the sky and earth, and the upwelling earth veins poured vertically into the earth again like spring water and waterfalls.

The ninety-nine fingertips suddenly relaxed and fell away. She looked back and saw that the half-city spirit behind her who had not returned yet disappeared without knowing when, and instead appeared in the palm of Balian's hand.

Balian's eyes slowly closed, and dots of golden light condensed from all directions.

That was something that Jiujiu had destroyed with his own hands.

He was brought back by his divine magic that defied heaven and took over great fortunes.

The incomplete half of the city was perfectly filled up, and the mottled and scarred parts were restored as new as new with the touch of his palm.

He pointed a little, and a golden holy seal was planted on the spiritual form.

Bailian let go of his palms, his expression was natural, and he allowed the spirit form to sink into the sky beneath his feet, fall to the earth, and sink into the soil.

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