Chapter 823 Mountains and Rains Are About to Come and Winds Fill the City, Sanqing Recruits Immortals and Black Spirits

He is Dubi, so he shouldn't make fun of himself.

Eighty-Nine Profound Art...

Yang Jian's mind gradually calmed down, the vertical eyes on his forehead slowly opened, and strange lights shone all over his body.

Just inside the Chaos Clock, at the place where ten thousand ways meet, wrapped by the supernatural power of the Chaos Clock, slowly passing through the remaining ten years before the catastrophe comes.

If you can't realize the state of sanctification in a thousand years, then you will be in three thousand, five thousand years...

If 10,000 years can't make Bajiu Xuan Gong holy, then it will be 50,000 years, 100,000 years!

Yang Jian has never had such an urgent desire to become a saint, but now, he has an obsession and a desire for the realm of cultivation.

It's only one step away.

The Undefeated Golden Body Art can be broken through at any time, and the mysterious body has been so powerful that it touches the barriers of the Dao Realm. The only thing missing is the eighty-nine Xuangong; but this time, Yang Jian is still stuck on the same problem as in the past.

——How on earth would he find a way to break through the eighth limit of the Eighth Nine Mysterious Kung Fu.

Xuan Huang is too profound, and Yang Jian still needs to comprehend too many things, but this time, he has no shortcuts and can only step up to the mountain that belongs only to him step by step.

Gradually, Yang Jian fell into a state of forgetting both things and me, but he seemed to be able to see a few figures standing beside him, silently guarding and watching him.

Xiaochaner, mother, Xinke, Laner, Fengwu, Houtu...

Mysterious skills are eight or nine, and all hopes are pinned on this technique.

Back then, Tai Su was destroyed and the most powerful Pangu God was killed. Today, he will be destroyed by his own hands.

It is impossible for Hong Huang to follow the old path of Tai Su again!

God Pan Gu had no choice but to take a group of Taisu creatures to escape near the barrier of the Chaos Sea. Where else can the prehistoric people escape to? This is already the edge.

Thousands of years of hard work, thousands of years of hardships, countless fierce battles... We must not fail at the last moment!

Where is the limit of the eighth stage of the Bajiu Xuangong? Although Yang Jian has been able to deduce the various changes after the physical sanctification through the Invincible Golden Body Jue, he still cannot reverse the situation where the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu breaks through the limit and becomes a sanctification.

These two skills are very different.

It seems that a small sea of ​​chaos appeared in the chaotic clock again, but this time the sea of ​​chaos was arranged by Yang Jian's mysterious energy, and Yang Jian's figure was hidden in the thousands of ways, and he was struggling to find his own way.

Outside the Chaos Clock.

The big bell was placed in a corner, and was completely covered by the formation at this time; in the illusory clouds not far away, six saints lined up and sat face to face.

They each stretched out an arm, releasing their own avenues, and the mirage dragon was in the middle.

The old man transformed into a mirage dragon kept smiling wryly, but he didn't dare to say anything, he just incorporated these Dao rhymes into his body.

Not long after, the mirage dragon began to try to transform into the appearance of several saints. From its own Taoism to eyes and temperament, it can almost be fake...

The saints no longer cared about the mirage dragon, and sent him to the Chaos Clock to practice, and then began to plan and arrange the overall situation of the prehistoric.

The way of heaven is revolving, and the catastrophe of Journey to the West is progressing steadily;

The North Sea is in chaos, and the powerful enemies under the Nether Stream are ready to move.

From time to time, visions began to appear in the nether world, such as the Santu River stopped flowing, the Wangchuan River dried up, and one could not see one's own hometown on the Home-Watching Terrace, but instead could see a sea of ​​blood on the pagoda.

The light around the six-path reincarnation disk flickered more frequently than before, and then the earth lady had to show up and sit on the six-path reincarnation disk to suppress this heavenly treasure and maintain the normal operation of the three realms.

These things cannot be hidden from the monks, and at such a time, it is meaningless to hide them from the creatures of the three realms.

While Yang Jian was in retreat, the blood alliance stele slowly rose to the sky above Wubuzhou, hung there for several months, and then fell into the Kunlun Mountains.

Sanqing appeared, and the figures of the three Taoist saints appeared in the heavens and the world, and appeared in the hearts of all the monks who had closed themselves to death.

"I am Lao Tzu, a sage of the Taiqing."

"I am Yuanshi Tianzun, the sage of Yuqing."

"I am the sage of the Qing Dynasty, the Master of Tongtian Cult!"

The dao rhyme of the three saints woke up one figure after another who was practicing in closed doors. A few people showed disgust, but most of the monks who were disturbed were listening carefully.

Generally speaking, every time a sage appears, he mostly just gives a few orders.

But this time, the voice of the Master Tongtian kept ringing, telling every word about the origin of this world...

"At this moment, the great catastrophe is approaching, and the evil spirits from the sky are about to rush out of the Nether Stream of the North Sea. They have powerful enemies, and their cultivation level is still above that of a saint."

"The Great Desolation was pioneered by the Father God Pangu, but the Father God Pangu and many ancient masters fled from the Taisu Realm. At that time, before the Great Desolation, there were the Innate Five Tais, and there were four prosperous ages of Taichu, Taishi, Taiji, and Taisu, but they were all buried in the hands of these powerful enemies."

"Father God Pan Gu fought desperately and seriously injured this powerful enemy. Now, the world is in a catastrophe again. This beast has appeared in the North Sea, waiting for the opportunity to destroy the prehistoric world and the visible world..."

Master Tongtian spoke for less than half an hour, but he was just objectively describing the horror of these supreme beings and the catastrophe facing the prehistoric world.

After Master Tongtian had finished speaking, Yuanshi Tianzun said again: "Today, I am calling you all here on Kunlun Mountain to discuss how to deal with the catastrophe. This matter is related to whether the prehistoric spirits can continue to exist in form. I hope you will think carefully about it."

This is the Daoist Sanqing calling for the great repairs of the world to gather in Kunlun Mountains to discuss how to deal with the catastrophe!

All of a sudden, the monks above the prehistoric longevity responded one after another, and one after another figure walked out of the place where they had lived for a long time among famous mountains and rivers, poor mountains and bad waters.

Those who once shone brightly in this world and survived finally stepped onto this vast stage again.

At the same time, in the chaotic sea, two figures kept appearing everywhere in the chaotic sea.

Tianyan Daozi and Yuding Daoist soldiers split into two groups, and began to search for the great masters scattered outside the radiation range of the Hei Ling Nation. By the way, they directly captured and sent the most useful masters of the Spirit Clan to the Hei Ling Nation.

The two saints can cross the sea of ​​chaos in an instant, so doing these things is naturally easy.

Soon, streamers that were far away from the prehistoric times appeared again, but this time they turned back towards the prehistoric Wubuzhou.

Such a grand occasion, but Yang Jian regretted not being able to see it.

...

In Hei Ling Kingdom, more than a dozen people in power gathered together. In addition to Yang Jian's three wives, Yao Ji was also present for the first time.

Shifeng Lingniao, Yun Xiao, Chi Jingzi, Huanglong Taoist, Kong Xuan, Chu Qi, Ao Fangtian, Wu Gui, Wu Wu, Da Ang, the Generalissimo of the Hei Ling Nation who led the troops to fight outside these years, have all returned to the Hei Ling Nation.

The mighty expeditionary army is densely distributed outside the Black Spirit Country. Fortunately, each of the Chaos Spirit Race has the strength of heavenly soldiers and generals, and they can survive freely in the sea of ​​​​chaos, not to mention food and grass. Otherwise, such a large number would really be a headache.

Yao Ji sat behind the main seat, just listening in, but at this moment she was trying to digest what they said.

In the end, there was such a commotion in the catastrophe, so naturally Yao Ji couldn't be hidden from it; Yang Jian sent them a family letter before retreating, saying that he was going to retreat to death, and ordered the next arrangement and mobilization of Hei Lingguo.

According to what Yao Ji said, as a mother, she should also do her part for her son, and Ao Xinke and the others dare not stop her.

Ao Xinke said: "Today, the first thing to discuss is the deployment of the army, the second is the establishment of the spirit clan masters, and the third is the safety of the Black Spirit Nation itself. Let's go one by one first. Do you have any suggestions for the deployment of the army?"

Ao Fangtian said: "It's better to keep all the ministries at this time, and then go to the wilderness together."

"The military strength of the prehistoric Wubuzhou is limited, and there are already countless heavenly soldiers and generals and heavenly soldiers from Chaotian Pavilion," Kong Xuan snorted coldly, "If this question is so simple, why bother to discuss it?"

The corner of Ao Fangtian's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't refute anything, and he was slightly uncomfortable with his arms.

But Chu Qi said: "It is still useful to deploy troops on the periphery. What's more, if a war breaks out, it would not be appropriate if there are too many Primordial Cultivators killed or injured. It is better to let you and I control the Spirit Race army to enter the field first."

"You little human child," Shifeng Lingniao said faintly beside him, "the Chaos Spirit Race is no longer a living thing?"

Chu Qi replied indifferently: "I'm not asking them to die, I just want to properly reduce the damage of some prehistoric monks."

"I think Princess Chuqi is right," Taoist Huanglong stroked his beard and concentrated his attention. "At the very least, if too many Primordial Cultivators are killed or injured after the war, the next wave of reinforcements will be sent to us. Not to mention anything else, many tribes of the Spirit Clan are naturally fierce and fearless of death, which can be used to improve the morale of our army."

Yun Xiao suddenly said, "There is one more thing to pay attention to."

"What's the matter? Master, please tell me."

"When I led the army to conquer the chaotic sea, I went to search the tomb of Taiji Hundred Mountains." Yun Xiao's face was a bit chilly, "The endless creatures, a great world, were forcibly refined by an extremely powerful person into a hundred mountain pagoda!"

"It's true," Chi Jingzi also said, "I also went to study the secret of Tai Chi."

"Such a master, we also need to be wary," Yun Xiao sighed softly, "I'm really worried that such a character will suddenly come to the Black Spirit Nation and send the endless souls of the Black Spirit Nation to a place of eternal doom."

The group of rulers of the Black Spirit Kingdom fell silent for a moment.

In the face of absolutely overwhelming and tyrannical strength, no amount of tricks is useless.

"Having said that, we don't need to be too desperate," Xiao Lan said with a smile, "Such a strong man will naturally have a husband and a few saints to deal with. What we have to consider is the matter of generals and soldiers."

"That's right," Taoist Huanglong smiled, "Anyway, I think it is impossible for the Great Desolation to be destroyed, and all of us can survive."

Kong Xuan asked with a sneer: "Dare to ask where you got such self-confidence, can you lend me some?"

Shifeng Lingniao also said beside him: "With Yang Jian in this life, perhaps, there will really be a glimmer of life."

Ao Xinke opened her mouth, bringing back some off topic topics.

After half a day of discussion, they made a decision on the formation of the army of the Black Spirit Nation.

Supporting Honghuang is their purpose of establishing the Hei Ling Nation, and this is also the unshakable foundation.

The army of the Black Spirit Nation will be divided into thirty divisions, totaling the front, middle and rear armies, and the most elite army will be divided into three divisions and will be integrated into the three armies.

The rear army temporarily guards the land of Hei Ling Country, the central army gathers between Hei Ling Country and Honghuang, and the front is just outside Honghuang.

When the first wave of war broke out in the North Sea, the spirit clan masters and some elites directly participated in the battle; if the battle was fierce and the first wave of heavenly soldiers was defeated, the chaotic spirit clan army and Chaotian Pavilion reinforcements would enter the battlefield at the same time for support.

After Ao Xinke finalized the case, she said, "Everything needs to be adjusted accordingly. Later, I will ask Uncle Chi Jingzi to protect my mother and Feng Wu to sit in the capital of Hei Ling Kingdom. Lan'er and I will go to Honghuang to lead the army of Hei Ling Kingdom."

Chi Jingzi frowned and stroked his beard, although he was a bit reluctant, he still nodded slowly.

Yao Ji said: "I know that I am actually a burden, and that my own safety will affect my son's mind, but I don't know how to deal with it."

The marshals pondered for a while, and Kong Xuan said, "It's better to hide in the tomb of the saint in Xuandu City."

"There are many ancient cultivators hidden in the saint's tomb, and not all of those remnant spirits are credible," Chu Qi shook his head and said, "The safest way is to find a few substitutes for the mistress. Then the mistress turns into an ordinary fairy and hides in the Great Thousand World."

"This plan works."

"It's a good idea, but how to avoid the other party's detection?"

Chu Qi said: "Then just send Mistress's substitute back to Honghuang to disturb the other party's audiovisual, and Mistress will not stay in Hei Ling."

Ao Xinke thought for a while before nodding her head lightly and said: "Now there is only such a method, besides mother, Xiao Chan'er also needs to use this method."

Yao Ji sighed softly beside her, didn't say much, and let them make arrangements.

More than a dozen of them continued to discuss for three days before and after, and finally decided on the major events in the future.

Ao Xinke said: "According to the sage master, there are only ten years left in the catastrophe, we have to make arrangements quickly. Now my husband is retreating, and I need one person to negotiate with the heavenly court. Who do you think is suitable?"

"I'll go," Ao Fangtian took the initiative to stand up, and the others had no objection.

Half a month later, the dark army around the Black Spirit Nation began to march towards the prehistoric region in batches. The Chaos Spirit Race didn't even know who the enemy they were facing was, and they simply followed the instructions above.

And those spiritual masters were all controlled by their spiritual cores, and they were extremely loyal to their masters, so they didn't think much about it.

What I have to mention is that Ao Xinke finally stepped out of the Black Spirit Kingdom, and together with Xiao Lan, was protected by thousands of strong spirit clansmen, and returned to the prehistoric world first.

Before the catastrophe arrives, the reinforcements will go first.

After planning for so many years just for this day, even Ao Xinke, who is gentle and calm, can't stop being a little excited at this moment.

On the contrary, Xiao Lan always looked thoughtful.

The Hei Ling Nation looks like an iron bucket, but in fact there are many disadvantages, especially the armies from all walks of life are controlled by only a dozen people, as long as one or two people die in battle or "betray", it will be an extremely heavy blow to the Hei Ling Nation and the Great Desolation.

Although the generals and generals of the various ministries were trusted by Yang Jian, Xiao Lan couldn't help thinking of some countermeasures.

She has already understood the reason why the world is unpredictable.

...

Netherworld, Buddhaland, the top floor of the Golden Pagoda.

The white-clothed monk leaned against the Divine Beast and watched the howling ghosts all over the Netherworld, with a slight smile on his lips.

"It's moving, and I can finally see these creatures struggling uselessly, which somehow makes this time a bit fun."

"Bodhisattva, why do you always mutter these things to yourself? Obviously you and I can hide perfectly, and beware of being monitored by heaven."

"Surveillance? But a large wave of spirits can also monitor you and me?" The white-clothed monk chuckled lightly, with a bit of disdain in his laughter, "Don't you think it is a very reassuring thing to watch a great world step by step into the abyss?"

Truth listened silently, just lowered his head.

"Is that guy okay?" the monk in white asked softly.

"It should be all right now, you can use your full strength."

"It seems that this prehistoric world doesn't need me at all," the white-clothed monk shrugged, "There isn't even a decent master."

"Bodhisattva, Yang Jian has entered the Chaos Clock."

"Even if he can be sanctified, so what?"

Truth listened for another moment of silence.

The monk in white sat up straight and stretched, "But just in case, I still have to make sure that I can clean up the mess for that trash at any time. After all, I don't want to make such a joke and be laughed at by them wantonly. Listen carefully, and help me look after those playthings going west, I want to give him a big gift."

After the words fell, the monk in white immediately closed his eyes and fell into meditation, a mist appeared around his body.

Within the mist, the three-color rays of light continuously surged, but did not show any fluctuations.

Di Ting lay there with his head bowed, silent, just staring at the light around the monk in white...

Once upon a time, it was these lights that destroyed everything about it and gave it a new life...

Outside the golden pagoda, the souls of countless Buddhist believers are reciting scriptures, making the Buddha's place full of Buddha's light.

And these Buddha's lights also separated a small part to protect the souls of these Buddhist believers, and protect the various Buddhist kingdoms where they reincarnated in the three thousand worlds.

The place is peaceful and nothing unusual.

PS: Another big chapter, we will soon enter the early stage of the battle, hope you readers will support a lot~~