On that day, Master Sumeru Buddha, Tathagata of the Great Sun, and Master Cihang came to help, and the two sides fought hard.

After the First World War, the mountain gate of the Jie Cult was destroyed, and the twelve immortals of the Jie Cult were seriously injured. The deputy leader Yang Jian drew his sword,

The Master of Jie Sect was transformed into the eight or nine mysterious masters, and the three masters of the Taoism were killed in one battle and the reign of the sacred monks. The Demon Dragon Lord left in a panic.

Another hundred years, the world shook, the world was restless, and a group of people who transformed Taoism achieved enlightenment, but they were shocked to realize that the disaster was spreading, the spiritual energy declined and the Taoist rhyme gradually returned to nothing.

After thousands of years, no one achieved enlightenment.

Until the ten kalpas were 27,600 years, the Taoist Wanshou achieved enlightenment in the five internal organs, and the ginseng fruit tree covered the sky and the sun.

On the same day, thousands of trees grew in the Xuanhuang Realm, under the Xuanhuang Tree, the Qing Emperor became enlightened, and the Ziwei Emperor returned with him.

Another hundred years later, the closed mountain gate of Penglai Island opened, and the deputy leader Yang Jian broke through the pass and patrolled all the worlds, killed all kinds of demonic atmospheres, and finally killed the Taoist master.

Finally, Tianhai attained the throne of justice and reached the top of the world.

After thousands of years, the Heavenly Lord of the Judicial Court, Yang Jian, walked among the worlds and traveled through ancient history.

Together with the immortals of the Jie Sect, we searched for the nine kalpas of time and space that disappeared in the disaster wave, but there was no result.

The great roads became more and more intense, and the roads gradually became dimming. One day, Mo Longjun, who had been seriously injured for thousands of years, sat in the mountain gate, causing an uproar in all worlds.

All the paths disappear and open from this.

In the years that followed, the world was still in turmoil. Yang Jianding, the deputy leader of the Jie Cult, established all laws, patrolled on behalf of the heavens, and maintained order before the disaster.

The Taoist rhyme gradually faded, the spiritual qi faded more and more violently, and the disaster energy became stronger and stronger.

Another thousand years, the plants and trees outside Wanshou Mountain withered, and thirty ginseng fruits were born. After that, the origin was exhausted and nothing came out...

...

...

when!

when!

when!

As the sea of ​​clouds surging, the sound of the morning bell swayed from the Daluo sky, causing the sea of ​​sky to shake.

A god and Buddha walked out of the retreat, and saw stars reflected in the sun, the emperor went out to patrol, and the Ziwei Emperor in the sky came out of the sea of ​​heaven.

Descend to the Sea of ​​Law and walk to Penglai Island.

On the same day, the heaven and earth of Xuanhuang Realm were shaking. Under the Xuanhuang Tree, the Qing Emperor opened his eyes, pulled out the Xuanhuang Tree, and held the Xuanhuang Realm out for a tour.

A peacock King Ming fell from Mount Sumeru, and the Great Sun Tathagata went on a patrol at the same time.

"Open the mountain gate!"

Stars appeared in the void, on Penglai Island, Yang Jian stood up and led the immortals to welcome him.

"The imbalance of the Great Dao is approaching the extreme, the energy of the catastrophe is getting stronger and stronger, and the spiritual energy is decreasing day by day, for up to ten thousand years, or even less than less. I am afraid that the infinite calamity will come..."

The Qing Emperor came with a tree, straight to the point, and said concisely:

"If you want to overcome the tribulation, you must do your best in the world!"

In the hall, the Taoist lords were pondering and silent. Later, Yang Jian spoke, and in the name of Jie Sect, he sent a book to spread all worlds, and invited all the Taoist lords to gather in Penglai a hundred years later.

There are those who respond, and there are those who are cold-eyed bystanders.

In the following thousand years, the world became more and more dying. Not only was there no one to achieve the Six Classes, but it was difficult to even be promoted to the Seven Yuan.

Another thousand years, the Eight Poles are already extremely difficult.

The spiritual tide has only been rising for tens of thousands of years, and the world has returned to the heavenly changes. Except for the Tianhai Realm and nearby realms, the spiritual qi is extremely thin and it is difficult for the immortals and Buddhas to stop.

A few years later, Yang Jian published another book on the world, and the response was like clouds.

A hundred years later, the strong men gathered on Penglai Island, and the candle dragon that had disappeared for tens of thousands of years reappeared. The old body attracted the hearts of a group of Taoist masters.

On the same day, the powerful reached a consensus to take advantage of the treasures of heaven and earth, and to do all the power of the world to forge a boat to overcome the tribulation.

One day after a hundred years, the blood was stained with blood in all realms, and the sea of ​​blood was dry. When a generation of demon lords appeared again, the Dao light dissipated and almost fell.

This caused an uproar. All the immortals of the Jie Sect were in search of the fruitless. The deputy leader Yang Jian gave up his chores and followed him away.

...

...

Huh ~

The cold wind blows heavy snow, and the earth and the sky are white.

In the bleak wilderness, cars passed by.

"As time!"

In a small private room, Yang Jian looked into the wilderness from a distance, and the world was white, just like his temples.

Time has passed, and here it has been more than a thousand years since the mighty gathered in Penglai Island.

In the past thousand years, the turmoil in the world has become increasingly severe, and the imbalance of the great way can be detected by ordinary people.

After the first ten kalpas, the spiritual qi has increased by ten thousand times, and the life span of ordinary people has increased by several times. Now, everything has returned to the beginning.

Even the Taoist Lord has been greatly affected and can no longer live with heaven and earth.

"Ahem~"

A light cough came from the private room. Yang Jian looked at the old man with a pale face as white as paper.

I saw that the man was in a deep and deep evening, and he could see that his life was not long. From his appearance, no one could recognize him as the famous ancient demon master of the Nine Tribulations, Taishang.

"The silence of the Tao, three thousand years later, but now, the Tao is almost unaware...

Wandao, about to disappear!"

Taishang's voice was hoarse, and he looked at the face that was similar to that of his nightmare, and his eyelids twitched:

"All this is related to your brother...he, he...he didn't know what he did, and all the Taos were heading towards before they were born..."

"oh?"

Yang Jian looked at him coldly, but his heart felt a little sour.

He still remembered the last conversation he had with him before his brother traveled. That time, his brother did not leave any explanation.

But he passed on the last step of the human immortal martial arts, the way of heart martial arts, to himself.

That is an extreme practice that combines all kinds of Taoist rhymes and only creates martial arts...

‘Brother, he has come to this point…’

"He, he doesn't know what he did... This is definitely not an ordinary catastrophe. Ten thousand ways are about to disappear completely!"

Taishang looked a little excited:

"My Tao is completely destroyed! It is not blinded by the catastrophe energy, but it completely disappeared as if it had never been born!"

"so?"

Yang Jian's eyes changed:

"My brother, maybe he is still fighting with that Emperor?!"

"you……"

Taishang was almost overwhelmed with breath, his face flushed:

"But you, all the practitioners in the world, are almost dead!"

“Ha~”

Yang Jian smiled, raised his hand and pointed at the last remnant thought of killing the Demon Lord. He walked out of the box and left the armored car as if he had some awareness.

When he appeared again, he had already reached a giant city.

In the wind and snow, the world is bleak, but this city is extremely lively. You can hear the crowds of people in it for several miles away.

"Meryl Mountain City!"

Yang Jianxin felt something, closed his eyes outside the city gate, closed his five senses, and just let the pull in the dark to walk into the city.

Finally, I stopped outside an alley.

Huh ~

It seemed like the wind was blowing the leaves, an ancient door in the alley was opened, and under the bare old tree, a young man sat facing away from him, as if he was carving something, and the wood chips were flying.

"elder brother?"

Yang Jian subconsciously relaxed his steps, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little warm:

"You won..."

Under the old tree, the young man took out a dragon-shaped wooden boat full of various weapons from the flying wood chips and stood up with a smile:
Chapter completed!