Refining the Mountains and Rivers Chapter 845: The Daoist and the Puppet


Xiling.

It stretches above the shrine and is shrouded in white light. The breath is majestic and solemn, making people instinctively awe.

In the main temple, under the unspeakable statue of the Taoist monarch, Ji Xiangtian is above the seat of the gods, and all the saints, cardinals, and priests stand quietly below, and everyone's face is full of condensedness.

Xiling, with a long heritage and first-class strength in the world, has a wide range of channels scattered in the dark, beyond everyone's imagination.

As for the anomaly from Xuanyun Tower, no parties were able to get the exact information, but Xiling was uncocooned and his eyes fell into the depths of the Shangyuan Mountains.

Adding to the recent information from other sources, it is basically certain that the poster Xuanyun, who has been unable to escape from the world for many years, finally decided to do something.

This book has nothing to do with Xiling, but the origin of the original poster Xuanyun is a big problem. No one is sure whether he will retaliate once he recovers... and Xiling bears the brunt!

"My Lord God, there are records in the past. The body of ten thousand dragons rebelled against the ancients and fled, so that he was beheaded by the Lord Daoist... Even if it recovers its spiritual power, it will not be between us. There is a conflict." A cardinal said slowly.

The messengers standing here today are all qualified to touch ancient things and know many secrets that others don't know.

Another bishop said in a deep voice: "That said, the body of Ten Thousand Dragons is ultimately refined by the ancients. You and I don't know whether there is any restriction. The safest way is to let it forever Only by disappearing can the gods sit back and relax."

For a time, the senior officials of Xiling in the main hall divided into two factions and started arguing with these two opinions as their respective positions.

In the upper seat, Ji Xiangtian gave a light cough, his eyes swept across the hall, and all the noise quickly dissipated.

He has been in charge of Xiling for thousands of years. He is very majestic, especially after Qin Yu's incident, he has paid more attention to his own authority. After disposing of several powerful religious leaders with thunder, now no one dares to provoke him.

"The body of ten thousand dragons is refined by the evil ancient tribe. It shouldn't exist in the world. It has been silent these years. Since it is trying to awaken and make waves, this seat will not tolerate it."

"Send the order, mobilize the Xiling Judgment, Xiling God Guard, Xiling Lengye Sansi, and follow this seat to the Shangyuan Mountain Range!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ji Xiangtian frowned suddenly, a hint of pain appeared in the bottom of his eyes, but he was suppressed in a blink of an eye, and said in a deep voice: "Go down."

"Yes, Lord God Seat." Everyone in the temple bowed and left, each hurried away, conveying the will from the God seat.

Rumble--

The main temple door is closed, all windows are closed, Ji Xiangtian's low voice comes out, "This seat will pray to the Lord Taoist, no one can disturb!"

The next moment, the main temple is completely sealed off, isolating all contact with the outside world.

Under the statue of Daojun, Ji Xiangtian suddenly raised his head, roaring in pain. Between his open mouth and the seven orifices of his mouth and nose, a strong holy light emerged at the same time, like a ball of flame, wrapping his head.

The blue veins under the neck are violent, and the entire face is distorted. At this moment, Ji Xiangtian has no previous half-majestic aura, like an evil spirit that has escaped from hell, struggling in pain.

He raised his hand and pointed it out, and it fell heavily on the center of his eyebrows, but the holy light from the seven orifices of his mouth and nose was not weakened, but became more intense.

"Impossible!" Ji Xiangtian murmured, "I have clearly controlled these forces, why are they out of control!"

He suddenly turned around and looked up at the vague statue of Taoist monarch above his head. His eyes gradually widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Yes, you guessed it. The reason these spiritual powers are under your control is because I gave you authority. Now, I have taken back this authority, and as a price, you will pay your own physical confession. I use."

Ji Xiangtian spoke suddenly, but his voice was not him. The cold and indifferent tone spread in the air without any mood swings.

"No!" Ji Xiangtian yelled in fright, "You are already gone, I can feel it clearly, this can't be wrong."

Then he spoke again, "The reason why you think I have fallen is because I let you feel the breath of my death. It may seem incomprehensible to you, but it is just a very Simple things."

"When you were sure that I was dead, you began to intercept beliefs, and at the same time reversely cannibalize my path of practice... For thousands of years, you have done very well, perfectly concealing your breath, without being discovered by anyone... Therefore, you are the most perfect boarder I cultivated. If you can return, you should count on your first contribution."

"So, now you can blend into my body and become a part of the Holy Light."

Ji Xiangtian screamed, "No!"

But at this time, all the power in his body has completely lost control.

The raging holy light erupted frantically, emerging from every pore of his body, burning and incinerating his body, and finally only a pure holy light remained.

If you look carefully, you will find that in this group of holy light, there are chains of countless runes condensed, which are constantly turning.

"The long-lost feeling of freedom..." murmured from the holy light, very calm, but it gave people a feeling of endless violence and madness, "but these powers are not enough, not enough, countless years, I finally Wait until today’s opportunity, no accidents are allowed."

"The harvest season...is here!"

Boom——

The closed main temple suddenly burst open, and the mighty and majestic light burst out from it, like a torrent, instantly sweeping across all directions.

The Xiling God Guard, who was guarding outside the temple, was wrapped in the Holy Light before he could react at all, and directly integrated into it, becoming a part of the Holy Light.

Without the slightest pause, the torrent of holy light continued outward, and all the Xiling monks passed by, their bodies turned into powder, and all their power was absorbed and assimilated by it.

"Ah!"

Seeing that the situation is not good, a strong Xiling screamed into the sky. He was fast enough, but when a person rushed forward in the air, his body quickly decomposed like weathering, and in the end only a ball of holy light was left. Fly back.

After a while, the entire Xiling Divine Religion has turned into an ocean of holy light, and the endless holy light fluctuates like a wave.

So far, there is no more monk in Xiling.

Countless believers in Xiling, crawling on the ground, looked up at the scene in a daze, their bodies trembling and their faces pale.

As devout believers, they have witnessed the process of the destruction of Xiling by the Holy Light... it's like a punishment from heaven!

Just when they were frightened and hesitated, a magnificent and deep voice suddenly sounded in the ocean of holy light, “Xiling’s line was attacked by demons, and the misunderstanding of Daojun’s avenue was a disaster for the world. If it is erased, a new orthodoxy will appear in the future, spreading the light of the road."

Rumble--

Billions of sacred lights shrank rapidly, and finally gathered into a figure. The space around him was distorted, and it seemed to be covered by the rules of the avenue. The blur was so unreal, but the breath he radiated was like a hundred days in the night. , The mighty sweeping everything.

All Xiling believers, from this silhouette, felt conversion and faith in an instant, their fears dissipated, their faces flushed red, and their wide-open eyes were full of enthusiasm.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"

"I will wait to meet the Daojun!"

In an instant, all the believers knelt to the ground, and at this moment the invisible power of faith gathered on the condensed figure of the Holy Light.

The Daoist raised his head and looked east. At this moment, his gaze penetrated the space barrier and fell directly into the depths of the Shangyuan Mountain Range.

"Gu Shan, in the battle between you and me, the winner has not yet been completely separated. Whether you have the last laugh or is the better player, it depends on the result today."

He took a step, and the space where he stood instantly collapsed, then crazily collapsed inward, forming a huge black hole, and then disappeared.

The next moment, in the depths of the Shangyuan Mountains, where the fog is filled, a black hole suddenly appeared, and violent violence erupted from it. It was like a sprayed volcano. The terrorist force swept across in an instant, dispelling all the fog in the range of sight. .

The time goes back a bit, not much, only a few breaths.

The seven members of the Dark Council stepped into the dark hall, and once again awakened the sleeping puppet. When it opened its **** eyes, it landed directly in the depths of the Shangyuan Mountain Range through the control of the dark power. In the shadows.

But before the puppet had time to find the body of the Ten Thousand Dragons, it was surrounded by thirteen figures that rushed up, and then the surface of the thirteen bodies burned **** flames.

Om——

A vast array of voids emerged directly~IndoMTL.com~The powerful transfer force erupted from it, and the puppet roared before responding and was forcibly removed.

In the **** flames, thirteen figures turned into ashes, but when they closed their eyes, there was only peace and relief in them.

They should have died a long time ago. It was only because of the great kindness of their masters that they were willing to be imprisoned in a state of neither life nor death, and they have been suffering to this day.

Now that they have completed their mission, it would be better to just dissipate.

So, the Lord Daoist who descended on the Shangyuan Mountain Range, just after dispelling the surrounding fog, he felt the powerful breath coming suddenly.

Frowning his brows, he didn't hesitate at all, raising his hand and pressing it down.

Boom——

The space was twisted abruptly, like a piece of paper that was gripped into a ball, trying to crush the Descendant inside.

After the twistable space trembles violently, it resembles fragile thin ice on the water surface, which is torn to pieces directly after being slightly stagnant, and the puppet with red eyes escapes.

The eyes of the two sides met instantly.

The Daojun frowned slightly. He had never seen this puppet before, but when faced with it, he instinctively gave birth to deep disgust.

When the cultivation base has reached his level, everything from the outside world has long been unable to shake the heart. This situation will occur, and there must be another reason.

Without waiting for Dao Jun to think about it, the puppet on the other side suddenly roared, and blood flowed in its eyes-as if it suddenly came to life at this moment.

The seven congressmen who were integrated into the puppet's body changed a lot at the same time. They suddenly found that they had lost control of the puppet. What's more frightening is that all of them are imprisoned, and the puppets are frantically extracting their power!

"The Daoist!"

The puppet rushed with a roar, raised his hand and slapped forward. The space where his fist was directed was instantly shattered and turned into a black tyrannosaurus.

While roaring, it opened its mouth, biting hard and coming!


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