Chapter 824 The Bottleneck Is Difficult to Break, and the Taoist Heart Is Restless

Beyond the prehistoric world, at the edge of the boundless void, huge ferocious beast battleships floated everywhere, surrounded by countless army of spirit race.

The vanguard of the Hei Ling Kingdom's reinforcements has been stationed here for hundreds of years.

Follow the army towards the sea of ​​chaos, follow the footsteps of Daluo Jinxian and fly for half a day, and you can see a Hongmeng fairy ship thousands of miles long.

In fact, there are more than ten such fairy ships, distributed in various places, each with the same layout, and the number of spirit masters in them is also almost the same.

The difference is that this fairy ship is the real "core", because Ao Xinke is hiding here.

Tibetan?

It is indeed hidden, Ao Xinke conceals her whereabouts, and directs the various battle formations to convey messages through the spirit masters who have been controlled by the spirit core. Any spirit masters not directly controlled by her will never know her whereabouts.

Such a cautious, but also helpless move.

However, if Kong Xuan wanted to see her, he could easily find her. Ao Xinke naturally trusted Kong Xuan, Chu Qi and other elders of the Black Spirit Kingdom.

In the third year of Yang Jian's cultivation in the Chaos Clock, the predicament is calm and the seas are calm. The various arrangements made by the Black Spirit Kingdom are being implemented smoothly.

The Fairy Association in Kunlun Mountains has not yet dispersed, several saints have appeared one after another to preach, the prehistoric cultivators have benefited a lot, and all of them are practicing in seclusion.

There are tens of thousands of names on the blood alliance stele, but anyone who can get on this stele is not a nameless Xiaoxiu.

Lao Tzu, a sage of the Taiqing, spoke in person, saying that the catastrophe would come in more than ten years. The monks of the three realms were united as never before, and many casual cultivators spontaneously moved closer to the land of Wubuzhou.

Nowadays, no one knows what is going on under the Nether Gap, but no matter how many powerful enemies come out of the Nether Gap, Hong Huang has no choice but to fight to the death.

The pressure of such a catastrophe is so great that the catastrophe of Journey to the West that is currently going on is taken lightly by many overhauls.

But the Westward Journey that should be taken is still going on. The four masters and apprentices have already traveled together, and the journey is not easy. The elder brother Yu was also captured by the female fairy several times. Although he sat still every time, it was a pity for the masters who watched the show secretly.

Compared with the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, the catastrophe calculated by Buddhists like Journey to the West, the pattern, cause and effect, all seem too petty.

Even since Sun Wukong embarked on the road of cultivation, he changed his rebellious temperament five hundred years ago, which made many people secretly feel sorry.

Generally speaking, once the xinxing is affected, one's own potential will be greatly reduced.

Putting on the golden hoop and being restrained by the curse, the Monkey King has turned into a westward traveler, as if he is really trying to experience the Buddha's heart...

The Buddhist sect is naturally happy about this kind of thing, and the monks outside the Buddhist sect feel a little bit sorry, but they will not stand up and criticize the Buddhist sect.

Except for the Bodhi Patriarch back then, who else has such a name to blame Buddhism for Sun Wukong?

It's a pity that the Bodhi Patriarch back then could only take care of his own practice at this time, "living like a year" in the chaotic clock, and temporarily had no time to take care of the spirit monkey.

...

Beyond the sky, in the chaotic sea near the land of Wubuzhou, Ao Xinke is in the beast ship.

There are hundreds of fairy mountains floating in the ship, forming a large formation, and there are spirit clan masters stationed on each fairy mountain, and they are all working hard to practice at this time, and they dare not slack off in the slightest.

In the corner of the formation, on the top of an inconspicuous fairy mountain, in a beautiful fairy pavilion, two women sat face to face, checking the jade plates that appeared on the table from time to time.

On the stone table is engraved the moving formation, and the jade plates come from everywhere and are sent to various places through this formation.

These two women are both beautiful. The one on the left has a beautiful face and a graceful figure, with a little majesty in her brows. Those bright eyes are only tender to one person. Naturally, she is Yang Jian's right-hand wife, the eldest lady in the backyard of Yang's mansion, Princess Wanzhi Ao Xinke.

The woman sitting opposite her was originally extremely beautiful, with a slender figure and impeccable figure, but because she practiced magic arts, she had a few blue lines on her pretty face... This is naturally Chu Qi, the lord of the Black Spirit Kingdom.

Most of the time, the two of them dealt with various affairs without saying a word. Occasionally, they would chat for a while when they were free, but most of the words they said were about the Great Tribulation and the affairs of the Black Spirit Nation, and rarely mentioned other things.

Suddenly, a multicolored stream of light came from the sky and landed in the pavilion, and the spiritual masters hiding around did not show up to stop it.

Colorful Liuguang, apart from Kong Xuan, few people would be so 'coquettish'.

Kong Xuan held a jade talisman in his hand, and said with a smile: "Xinke, here is a letter from your family, which was cut off by me at the edge of the void."

"Oh?" Ao Xinke smiled, "How do you know this is my family letter?"

"Of course I peeked at it." Kong Xuan smiled smugly, and threw the jade talisman over. Seeing Ao Xinke's expectant expression, he couldn't help breaking the pot of cold water ahead of time, "Dragon Palace gave it to you, not your husband."

Sure enough, Ao Xinke's smile subsided, and she took the jade talisman for inspection with a solemn expression.

Not long after, she sighed softly, put the jade talisman aside, leaned sideways on her forehead, her face was a bit embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Chu Qi asked beside him.

"Dragon Palace Fairy Banquet, I want you to go back." Ao Xinke pursed her lips, "It's still a letter written by Mother Long, but I can't refuse."

"Then go, it's not a big deal," Kong Xuan replied indifferently, "The big deal is that Chu Qi and I will bring a group of experts to escort you, and scare these self-righteous old dragons."

"I don't want to move around," Ao Xinke gently shook her head, the embarrassment in her eyes gradually receded, apparently she had already made up her mind.

Chu Qi said: "At this time, there is still ten years before the catastrophe, so there is no need to be so careful."

"You have to be careful," Ao Xinke's words made the two people around her speechless.

She said: "My husband is now shouldering the heavy responsibility for the safety of the wilderness, and the Black Spirit Nation is also the backbone of the fight against those powerful enemies. If I am plotted by others, my husband will definitely be distracted, and the affairs of the Hei Ling Nation will also be damaged. I can't do much for my husband, so I don't want to cause trouble for him."

During the speech, she had erased the letter in the jade talisman, wrote a reply letter, and entrusted Kong Xuan to go to the edge of chaos and release the jade talisman.

"You should be very careful."

Kong Xuan shook his head and sighed in admiration, but Chu Qi on the side lowered his head and thought for a while.

Ao Xinke stood up and walked a few steps, leaning against the stone pillar of the fairy pavilion, and was fascinated by the distant clouds and mists for a while.

"We can't do much for our husband."

"That's your husband, not mine," Kong Xuan snorted softly, "Xin Ke, I actually admire you a little bit. If I were you, I'm afraid I really can't watch him hug each other. Even if I can bear it, I'm afraid I won't always think about him like you do."

Ao Xinke said softly: "I only expect the gentleman's words, but not the monarch's barbarism. It is enough for him to have me in his heart."

"I really convinced you."

Kong Xuan rolled his eyes, turned around and turned into a five-color streamer, and quickly disappeared into the large formation here.

After she left, Ao Xinke finally couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, and Chu Qi who was at the side laughed lightly when she saw this.

The moving formation on the stone table was shining brightly again, and a few more jade plates were brought here. Ao Xinke calmed down, turned and returned to her seat, and together with Chu Qi, continued to be busy with many military affairs of the Black Spirit Kingdom.

Similar to the situation here, it is the Heavenly Court Lingxiao Palace.

At this time, there were no immortals and righteous gods gathered in Lingxiao Palace, only the leading marshal and the worshipers of Chaotian Pavilion were busy there.

The Jade Emperor sits high on the throne, unlike Ao Xinke and Chu Qi who do everything by themselves, the Jade Emperor just nods lightly on important matters, which means that he has fulfilled the duties bestowed by heaven.

With concerted efforts, all parts of the Three Realms are thriving for a while.

And these, in the eyes of many Daxiu, are like the reflection of a dying person, which is really not a good thing...

At this time, all eyes in the world were fixed on the North Sea, but no one could notice the killing that was brewing in the Huaguo Mountain by the East Sea.

An inexplicable formation surrounded this place, and a few ferocious monsters "mistakenly entered this place", but in just one or two hours, they killed all the monkeys on Huaguo Mountain.

And all this, except for a few old monkeys who survived by chance, almost no one else knows about it.

...

Inside the Chaos Clock, the place where ten thousand ways converge.

Yang Jian sat there quietly, his eyelids swaying slightly, and the breath around his body was slowly rising.

Although it has only been a few years outside, he has been enlightened here for a thousand years!

At this time, the breath is rising, could it be that he wants to achieve great success in Xuangong?

As soon as Tianyan Daozi's consciousness came out from the chaotic clock, Yang Jian's complexion suddenly turned red like dripping blood, he opened his eyes suddenly, and sprayed blood to one side.

The aura that had been slowly growing suddenly dropped at this time, returning to its original state.

"Isn't this way okay?"

Yang Jian couldn't help showing a little disappointment on his face, but he soon regained his spirits and forced himself to devote himself to the practice of Bajiu Xuangong.

Comprehension, what he wants now is a comprehension.

If the aura is a well, the water in the well can overflow at almost any time when the monks first practice; but as the monks continue to practice, the well gets deeper and deeper, but the water in the well becomes shallower and shallower.

Obviously, Yang Jian has also encountered a bottleneck now.

"No hurry, there is still a lot of time," Yang Jian exhaled slowly, and changed his meditation posture again, turning his heart to the sky and closing his eyes.

Xeon...

Journey to the West...

Dao Xin is also restless for a while.