Chapter 1743: Buddha's Palm Ju Lu Slaps the Prisoner, White Sword I Give Commands

Chapter 1745 Buddha's Palm Detains Lu and Slaps the Cage, White Sword I Give Command

Puff!

The golden wish power is like magma, flowing from bottom to top through the ladder, making a strange sound like the burning white flame.

Wherever it passes, the Tao is crushed and the ladder melts.

In just a few breaths, the ladder that extends to who knows where, in full view of everyone...

"Broken?!"

The ladder collapsed with a loud bang.

Its existence forms are both physical and physical.

The physical ladder fell and was melted by the wish power when it fell to mid-air.

The power contained in the ladder was not yet splashed when it exploded, but was also wrapped and converted by the wish power, turning into wisps of spring breeze blowing across the earth.

"The ladder is really broken!"

Feng Zhongzui did not feel like being bathed in the spring breeze.

Even if he was just a junior, even if he did not know much about the ladder.

Following the basic concept, he also clearly knew what all this was happening at the moment meant:

"The ladder is said to be the only passage from the Holy Divine Continent to the 'upper realm', 'god realm', 'heavenly realm' and the like."

"In fact, I didn't understand it before, but now everyone should know it. It is the only passage to the secret realms of the five great holy emperors!"

"Senior Wuxiu melted the ladder, didn't he just cut off the way for the Holy Emperor to come?"

"He will be in charge of the Holy Divine Continent for another year. He wants to be the master of the world. The ten ancestors can't disobey him?"

After Feng Zhongzui finished speaking, he couldn't understand his own understanding.

Even if the holy slave Wuxiu was replaced by the ten Buddhas with resentment, he couldn't say, "The ten ancestors can't be disobeyed"!

"Where is the emperor of the common people?"

Soon someone noticed this.

What happened just now must not have escaped the eyes of the great way of loving the common people.

But at this point, the ladder was melted, and Ai Cangsheng didn't shoot an arrow?

Is it because he is afraid of being attacked by the master?

The picture in the preaching mirror changed at the right time and went to the side of Ai Cangsheng in the southern region, but Ai Cangsheng was not there, only a yellow headscarf.

Zhong Yuanzi was serious and looked very cold.

But he was also very worried about the situation in his heart, so he could only hold his forehead with one hand and explained helplessly:

"It's like this, he may not want to explain, but I have to explain it to everyone on his behalf."

"The Ancient War God Platform has been opened."

This was said briefly, but it was concise and to the point.

Everyone immediately recalled that just now, Emperor Cangsheng shot Zhong Yuanzi's head with an arrow...

Zhong Yuanzi was unharmed!

Feng Zhongzui suddenly realized and exclaimed:

"That is to say, during the opening of the Ancient War God Platform, no matter how turbulent the five regions were, it had nothing to do with the warring parties?"

This is too terrifying.

This is simply terrifying when you think about it carefully.

There are many smart people in the five regions. Even if Feng Zhongzui didn't say it clearly, everyone immediately thought of something.

Either, the Holy Slave used the pressure from Shouye's elusiveness to force Emperor Cangsheng to use the Ancient War God Platform - did Shouye know about this?

Or, Emperor Cangsheng had already decided that no matter what the Holy Slave did, the only person he would fight was Shouye - did Emperor Cangsheng acquiesce?

Regardless of the process, only the result.

Ai Cangsheng can't control the Holy Slave Wuxiu, the Resentful Buddha, or the fact that the ladder was melted!

And even he can't control it.

In this huge Holy God Temple, who else can stop what the Holy Slave is doing now?

"Elemental Envoy!"

The ten-member council died, left, and rebelled.

In the end, after thinking about it, Zhong Yuanzi was the only one left.

But it is obvious that Zhong Yuanzi also knows why he can become this only one.

He avoided all frontal battlefields!

Is Yu Lao the king of slacking off?

No, he slacked off too obviously later.

Look, he was sent directly to the Heavenly Ladder to fight the Saint Emperor. There has been no news for a month, maybe the fish head has been cut off.

So the most extreme slacking off is that too much is as bad as too little, and only the doctrine of the mean can explain it!

"This envoy knows what everyone is thinking."

The yellow prismatic headscarf still occupies half of the preaching mirror. It wraps Zhong Yuanzi's fluffy afro, but obviously can't wrap his cerebellum:

"But this envoy's power is limited."

"There are ten people in the council, and now there is only this envoy left."

"If this envoy goes to the front battlefield, let's not talk about how much role I can play, there must be someone in the back, right?"

Zhong Yuanzi is actually not good at speaking.

What he said at this moment is really what he thinks in his heart:

"Sacrifice is great, but when the war is left, someone will also need to clean up the mess left behind, right?"

"This is the role of this envoy."

"As for the Heavenly Ladder?"

He shook his head and looked into the distance.

There is no Eye of the Great Dao, so in fact, nothing can be seen.

But he knew that he loved the common people and turned a blind eye to them. What was a mere elemental messenger rushing up to do? To send him off?

…

“Om——”

The ladder to heaven was broken.

The sound of the five realms of Buddha became even louder.

The whole world seemed to have merged into the Brahma Kingdom.

In a place invisible to the world, a little bit of obscure golden light appeared on the sleeveless body that was originally on the ladder to heaven.

As soon as the golden light appeared, it swept towards the sky and into the starry sky.

It suddenly spread out!

It burst out golden light in all directions, like a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru, which broke and suddenly a golden Buddha appeared in the starry sky.

The Buddha sat upright on the lotus platform, his eyes slightly closed, and slowly raised his palms, transforming into a strong golden wish.

His body was not very big.

Its power cannot shake the stars.

But when his palms gradually closed, the Holy Spirit Continent shrank step by step, and finally turned into a wisp of dust in the starry sky.

"Bang!"

A large net that can't be seen or touched, but its existence can be sensed by its power, which is built by the Heavenly Secret Art and covers the world, exploded!

It exploded under the eyes of the people in the Five Domains, just outside the clouds, not too far away from the world.

"What is this?"

Some people feel that the Heavenly Secret Art Net is related to the Taoist Master.

But before they can raise more doubts, another explosion sounded in their ears.

"Bang!"

A large world net built by divine power exploded.

"This is..."

Feng Zhongzui understood it now.

This layer of power should come from the legacy of the Holy Ancestor, to protect the world?

"Bang!"

Without more buffer, the demonic power net exploded again outside the world.

"Another layer?"

When the third net broke, everyone was stunned.

Is this the Holy Land? Is this really not a cage? Why are there so many layers of safety... shields outside?

"Bang!"

Also, the power of Ghost Ancestor!

"Bang!"

Also, the power of Medicine Ancestor!

"Bang bang bang..."

Also, the power of Magic Ancestor, the power of War Ancestor, the power of Dragon Ancestor, the power of Sword Ancestor...

The Land of Buddha!

Outside the world, above the clouds.

As the Starry Sky Buddha covered the land with his palm, except for the power of Time Ancestor and Sky Ancestor, all the ancestors who had been deified and called ancestors with the Holy Land as their roots.

The "safety shield" left behind was all crushed by the Buddha's hand!

When the last layer of the ancestral god shield exploded, peach blossoms fell from the five domains, as if a layer of shield had exploded...

"Flowers?"

Feng Zhongzui was also confused.

For a moment, he was in a trance.

Because when the peach blossoms appeared, he felt an extremely powerful sword intent, which was the sword intent of the illusion sword technique.

Is this the illusion sword technique?

Or was it a fantasy swordplay he imagined?

Feng Zhongzui couldn't see the other illusions, but he was fully qualified to explain the only real one at the moment:

"Look, Senior Wuxiu's life breath is fading!"

The preaching mirror was given to the petrified Saint Slave Wuxiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the original ladder and now floating in the clouds.

He closed his eyes and frowned, his whole body was burnt.

With the appearance of the Buddha's Land and the response of the Lord of this world, Saint Slave Wuxiu seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant.

Now, the burnt body showed signs of being blown away by the wind!

"Heh~"

Shou Ye appeared beside his master in time and passed him over with a breath of immortal energy.

The mystery of life is indeed powerful.

All of a sudden, Wuxiu's life breath stabilized.

But even Feng Zhongzui could see that this was not a long-term solution, it was only a temporary solution.

Because once the Emperor Cangsheng fired an arrow, Shou Ye would be too busy to take care of himself, and there was no way to maintain his master's vitality.

If Wuxiu leaves, will the so-called Lord of the World and the one-year agreement become nonsense?

"One year..."

Feng Zhongzui's eyes turned, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and suddenly he felt that everything was clear.

He slapped his thigh, and the hand holding the preaching mirror was shaking with excitement:

"I understand!"

"Saint slave Wuxiu, Youyuan Buddha... maybe in one aspect, it is not as good as the ancestor god."

"But Wuxiu Chijiao Hand... no, Chijiao body, is the whole body of the body possessed by the divine thought, the strength is equivalent to the power of the ancestor source, the height that can be achieved after the body shaping is not inferior to the Holy Emperor in some aspects!"

"With this body, summon the will of Youyuan Buddha, this person is born with the fate of the ancestor god, and his meaning is unparalleled... the effect of one plus one is greater than two, I think I have seen it today."

Feng Zhongzui swallowed his saliva, his eyes were bright, and he said:

"In this case!"

"Broken the ladder, the way back from the secret realm of the five great holy emperors is cut off. Even if Yu Lao was defeated, Han Gong Holy Emperor and others would not be able to return in a short time?"

"To control this world, it is to prevent the Ten Ancestors... or to curb the power of various ancestor gods from interfering with the Holy God Continent and the next plan of the saint slaves?"

There is no doubt that this is the most reasonable explanation.

From the Holy Emperor to the Ancestral God, when these two obstacles, one real and one virtual, are blocked, why can't the Ten Thrones dominate the Holy Divine Continent?

One year...

I don't know what can be done.

But for the Holy Slave, there are too many things that can be done in one year, right?

"Then now, I only have one question left!"

Feng Zhongzui's mind turned too fast, and the people of the Five Realms could hardly keep up with his pace.

In fact, it seemed that only Feng Zhongzui was explaining at the moment, but the entire Feng family's intelligence department was running behind him.

If Feng Zhongzui is unhappy and cannot interpret the situation, his existence itself has no meaning:

"This is the only question I have!"

He pointed at the void, at Shou Ye who was supplying life energy to Old Sang, and said bluntly:

"Saint Slave Wushou is not enough!"

"Maybe the Mysterious Half Saint is very strong, but for the Supreme, his strength is not worth mentioning, and he can't even last for a year!"

"And Shou Ye's position in the Saint Slave has never been a supporting player, and he doesn't have this time... Let me count!"

This should be Feng Zhongzui's most glorious moment.

He dares to gamble!

"Three!"

When his countdown was just shouted out.

"Two" didn't appear. As if drunk in the wind, he suddenly looked to the south and ended directly:

"one!"

In the central region, to the south, the sword is soaring into the sky.

…

Buzz!

The brother in front of him stopped and his sword intent surged out.

The storyteller's first reaction was not happiness, but worry, full of worry.

He didn't quite know what the specific action was. Because of his strength, he could easily be caught and searched for his soul.

Therefore, his mission is only to protect his brother, and he only has a vague outline of his actions.

But he is smart.

As soon as his brother stopped, he knew that the time had come.

"Do you need someone to do something?"

Taixu is so insignificant at this moment.

The storyteller stepped forward, and the only thing he could do was to hold his brother's elbow and use it as a crutch to support his frail body.

Cold...

There is no warmth in the tentacles.

The arm in his palm was like a dead corpse, and it seemed that even the blood was no longer flowing. The storyteller closed his eyes and said no more.

"Push me... give me a push..."

Ba Zunzun's voice is so weak.

So much so that if you look at him from the front, his sloppy and muddy face now looks a bit old.

"How to push?"

"With your hands..."

"How much strength?"

"Seven points..."

Seven-point force, are you really not going to die on the spot?

The storyteller hesitated for a moment, then slowly released a hand. Just as he had gathered strength, a voice came from ahead:

"Don't...Lingyuan..."

Bang!

Clap it away with one palm.

The weak and weak Eight Masters did not move at all.

But from his body, a silver stream of light actually jumped out and was thrown into the sky like a dragon!

The storyteller raised his eyes, his beautiful eyes full of surprise.

"elder brother……"

What did he see?

They are dressed in white, in their prime, with long swords on their waists, and they are the Eight Masters of Swordsman who can sing with their swords.

Weak and weak, stay in front of you.

I was young at that time and wanted to go to the horizon again.

The silver stream of light leaped away, condensing into shape in mid-air. The craziness of its sword intent and the sheer force of its sword made it almost as soon as it appeared...

Totally out of control!

I was attracted by the images of preaching mirrors from various places in the Central Region!

"bite--"

The preaching mirror is originally under control.

At an unexpected moment, the mirror seemed to go berserk, showing many scenes to the people of the five regions.

What Feng Zhongzui wants to show everyone is not important.

Mission Mirror Mother Mirror has an idea of ​​its own!

"What?"

Feng Zhong was shocked.

He thought that the spirit of the preaching mirror was frightened and turned into a demon, and was going to do something to him. He was just about to ask the old master what the situation was.

But when he accidentally glanced at those pictures a few times from the corner of his eye, his pupils actually trembled violently on their own.

"Wait! Wait!"

"No! No! This..."

Feng Zhongzui's whole body was convulsing out of control, his hands couldn't stop trembling, and he hurriedly let go of the preaching mirror.

He really wants to grab something!

But he could only point tremblingly at the picture in front of him.

The pictures were thrown out one by one by the mother mirror, forming a scene after scene, pieced together into the whole process of the sword thought flowing from the central region to the south, flying across the sky, and stepping to the top of the Guizhe Holy Mountain!

"Ahhhh——"

There was a sharp crackle in the wind.

He is usually a sharp-tongued person, and he can also be the commentator on the battle situation in the five regions.

The sound that came out of his mouth at this moment was the same as that of the ancient sword cultivators who were buried in the Sword Tomb, Shenyue Immortal City, Nanyu Feng Family and other places!

The crazy "Ahhh" sound lasted for a long time, and Feng Zhongzui even choked on his own saliva.

When the stream of light disappeared from the mirror and appeared in front of him, Feng Zhongzui's excitement and loss of control reached the extreme.

Stuttering, too!

"He, he, he..."

"he!"

Before this, Feng Zhongzui thought that he had no vision of gods or Buddhas.

As for the Sword God of the Eastern Region, it is enough to respect the Sword God, but to respect an ordinary person is just too much.

After that, Feng Zhongzui realized that he was wrong, very wrong.

Although some people are not dead, they are not perfect, and they even have many flaws and criticisms.

——He can still become a legend while he is alive!

"The eighth! Sword! Immortal!"

The white clothes were fluttering and fluttering in front of me in the heart-wrenching and roaring wind, walking leisurely and leisurely.

In my impression, he did not have a hip flask at this time.

But at this moment, the white clothes are like a sword coming from the east, drunkenly disappearing into the sky, and the wantonness has reached the extreme.

He walked by.

There is not even a profile left in the preaching mirror, and no one can remember its true shape.

"..."

There is no sword chant.

But Feng Zhongzui's sword intent was instantly detonated.

He was so happy and comfortable to the extreme that he felt that one person had attained enlightenment and chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.

When the white clothes pass by and the breeze blows on my face, all the questions about the way of swordsmanship in my mind are explained.

The ruins of the Holy Mountain are filled with flying sand and rocks. There are leaves floating in the air, and swords blooming but not emitted.

Thousands of swords in the sky outside the mountain follow, gathering together but not dispersing, paying homage but not worshiping, and not daring to say a word.

If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect will dare to make a sound?

The whole world was quiet until the white clothes passed by and drifted towards the original site of the ladder to heaven.

From the central region to the south, the wind carried a few chuckles from afar, as well as the free and uninhibited short song:

"Being a guest in the world of mortals...it feels like a world away from home..."

"Desire is as high as the blue sky...Buddha reclining on the golden ladder at dawn..."

Baiyi walked towards Master Shou.

The lingering sounds merge and return.

Feng Zhongzui didn't even need to grab the preaching mirror, the preaching mirror could lock onto that figure.

But with Shouye gritting his teeth, the man in white "passed" through Shouye and took something from his chest.

He stood behind Wuxiu and Shouye, the master and apprentice, with his backs, and pointed over his shoulder, pinching out a token.

The token was extremely black, and the "eight" on it was not visible.

But when the sword thought was poured into it, the white-clothed black token, the "eight" on it lit up with a dazzling silver light, accompanied by a soft shout:

"Black and white veins, obey my orders... return!"