After the war between gods five hundred years ago, the world was washed away by thunder and fire. The bones of great monks were buried in the barren mountains and mountains, and the great demons were killed at the bottom of the imperial city. After that, all souls withered and the world was rebuilt amidst difficulties. , even though five hundred years have passed, there are still very few practitioners who can enter the Five Paths.
This is the first decisive battle at the peak of the Five Paths in the sky in the 500-year history of Ten Thousand Demon City.
When this true battle of demigods began, tens of thousands of miles around the Demon City, infinite spiritual power poured in towards the Demon City. It is now late spring, approaching summer, and the weather is constantly rainy. With the spiritual energy, Along with it came thick dark clouds from all directions.
They were like a flock of vultures that came smelling the noise of carrion, and in the blink of an eye they covered the sky above the entire City of Ten Thousand Demons.
The sky suddenly darkened, and when I looked up, it was as if the night sky had collapsed and the ancient city was covered in darkness like a bamboo hat.
The golden-winged roc waved the black iron magic stick and smashed it down with its head. Thousands of thunder and lightning tore through the clouds and struck at Si Ming's place.
Siming stretched her hand into the clouds above, and she pulled out another virtual sword.
This virtual sword is different from the translucent swords that were condensed into crystals in the past. This sword is made of vibrating air. It looks like a hurricane condensed into a length of three feet. It is held in the palm of the hand. Trembling, like particles that are constantly colliding, venting a violent breath.
The golden-winged roc flapped its wings fiercely and waved the iron rod. When the overwhelming power of the mountains and seas came at him, Si Ming already held the virtual sword in his hand and slashed away at high speed.
The tearing sound resounded like a scream in the sky. Si Ming's cross-cutting sword was as fast as a thread, cutting through the thunder and lightning in a blink of an eye. The surface of the thunder and lightning collapsed, and the concentrated fire exploded out, illuminating the surrounding clouds instantly. .
In the light of the fire, the mask of the golden-winged roc and the red crow suddenly appeared, and his figure approached in an instant, like a golden crow and an iron magic stick holding apart thunder and fire, and then struck at him.
Si Ming stood still, his left hand clasped his chest, and several illusory swords came out from beside him, cutting into the fire one by one. After that, her figure was like thunder and lightning, not retreating but advancing, and once again cutting towards the oncoming attack. of a stick.
Siming's sword was several times faster than the sword that cut through the Thunder of Punishment just now.
Seeing that the sword was about to take the lead, cut through the defense of the Golden-winged Dapeng, and cut open his flesh and blood, the high-stretched wings of the Golden-winged Dapeng briefly fluttered like a dragonfly, and his body suddenly rose up to avoid the high-speed cross-cutting sword. The light and the black iron magic stick fell at the same time, with the potential to split the mountain.
Siming's eyebrows frowned slightly, but she still didn't avoid it. Her pupils suddenly froze, and everything she saw slowed down.
Before the magic stick, silver light appeared out of thin air. Si Ming came first and used his virtual sword to block the attack and collided with the mountain-splitting stick.
The virtual sword collided with the magic stick. Not only did golden electric fire burst out, but there was also a steel-like clashing sound. The sword and stick were against each other and rubbed past. The air around them seemed to be burning, and the explosive gas The waves were mixed with fire and silver light, swallowing up the two people who collided, turning them into black silhouettes.
The stalemate lasted only a moment, and infinite power was injected into the sword and stick. When the power reached its peak, the explosion sounded again. Both of them were overwhelmed, and the sword and stick bounced away from each other.
The wild flames that covered the sky were torn clean by the hurricane in an instant. The source of the hurricane was the sword in Siming's hand - this was the sword she made by condensing the violent wind in the sky. Its power far exceeded that of any sword in the world, but compared to the golden-winged roc The real holy weapon in your hand is ultimately inferior.
Neither of them stopped.
Siming flicked his wrist, and the dispersed hurricane turned into swirling white air, which condensed back into his palm like a whale drawing water.
She stared at the golden-winged roc.
Under the dark clouds that pressed over the city, the Dapeng Demon Saint had golden feathers like armor, and his figure was as bright as the golden sun.
The golden-winged roc rotated the sacred weapon in his hand, feeling its power. The black iron magic stick kept turning, and firelight jumped around him, illuminating his figure like a god.
Siming shook his head slightly and said, "You are not worthy of it at all."
The golden-winged roc didn't refute. He looked at Feng Ying's manic sword in Siming's hand and said, "It's better than you not having a sword that suits you."
The conversation between the two was extremely short.
Two thunders exploded almost at the same time, and their figures disappeared from the spot.
Where the sticks and swords met, one artificial sun after another seemed to be ignited in the sky. The golden flames and hurricanes collided and entangled with each other. The air flow dragged out was glowing with fire and rolled in a spiral arc, sweeping downwards. Afterwards, all the surrounding forests were affected, the mountains collapsed, the forests were on fire, and the debris of earth and wood were swept back into the sky with the power of the hurricane as Si Ming gathered them.
The clouds as thick as black iron contained thunderous liquid. During this period, Siming displayed endless variations of swordsmanship, colliding with the still unfamiliar stick skills of the golden-winged roc. A puff of flame exploded between them, and the thick dark clouds It was continuously penetrated, revealing caves leading to the sky one after another.
The light outside falls from the cave and shines directly on the messy ground, like divine pillars.
No one could clearly see where the two figures were going. They could only feel the countless slender arcs of light in the air and the exploding fire at the end of the arcs, which were the traces left by the repeated collisions of swords and sticks.
This almost divine war is hearty and hearty. The golden-winged roc is originally the fastest divine bird in the world. When it was at its peak, it shook the north and south, and regarded thousands of miles as a moment. Although it is no longer at its peak, it is the demon saint. How can there be a hypocrite when he is famous
Spiritual energy from all directions kept pouring into his body. This was his authority: swallowing the sky.
Within his body, hundreds of thousands of muscles as refined as steel were tightened, trembling constantly, and making the sound of steel. In the strong heart, every beat is like a volcanic eruption. The blood can flow all over the body in an instant, providing strength. The demon clan's body is already strong, and he is almost like a golden Buddha, bathed in fire and thunder, without any strength. Indestructible, indestructible.
He has never been so hearty in many times.
He was holding a holy weapon, and he didn't know any moves. He wielded the magic stick like a long sword. He could chop it down in the air, sweep it across, or cut it in half. Each stroke was as powerful as the saint who swept through the Immortal Palace with great majesty. .
But even with such a fierce attack, Si Ming was still not at a disadvantage.
She held the virtual sword and faced off head-on with the golden-winged roc. Wherever the divine stick's golden light struck, a corresponding cold light flashed through, annihilating its power.
Si Ming shuttled through the clouds, the hurricane sword in his hand condensed and dispersed, dispersed and condensed again, and the dark clouds in the sky kept repeating the process of breaking through and closing.
She was once a priest of the Kingdom of God, and her Qi sea was almost limitless. Except for being crushed by the realm in the battle with the Sin Lord in Duanjie City, she had never truly touched her limits. Facing the lightning and thunder bombardment of the golden-winged roc, Not only did she not give in to the offensive, she kept counterattacking, relying on her superb swordsmanship to break through the gaps in the opponent's staff. She then used the strong wind to wrap up the sword with thousands of sword intentions, and pressed down like a torrential rain, letting out a suffocating cry. pursuit.
Because Si Ming’s authority is time, and time wraps her up. Every sword she strikes is constantly traveling through the layers of the universe. She strikes last and arrives first many times, making the Golden-winged Dapeng the proudest person. The speed was also suppressed.
The mountain-protecting formations on the major peaks below have all been activated. The group of demons cannot see clearly the war between gods. They can only see that the mountain-protecting formations are affected again and again, and crack-like electric patterns gradually appear.
Thousands of collisions in the sky were completed in an instant, and holes were cut out of the clouds again. In the light, two slender shadows rose from the ground and instantly reached the top of the clouds.
On the clouds, the silver sword light and the golden stick light collided again. It was like the moment a tsunami broke out. A huge sound wave shattered along with the dark clouds. The power of the two figures was instantly loaded, and they suddenly bounced away and smashed into the clouds.
The golden-winged roc flapped its wings crazily. The strong wind held up the golden feathers, slowing down the force of the shock wave and stabilizing his figure. However, he was still injured in the crazy fight, and the priceless golden feathers fell one after another. , falling towards the City of Ten Thousand Demons, each piece can be called a magic weapon.
The golden-winged roc holds the golden hoop and black iron magic stick in his hand. The long roar of the magic iron in the fierce battle gradually stops. The demon saint Dapeng stands in the clouds, with his body half-bowed, and his hook-like claws hanging vertically. His muscles are tight. Stretched, like an arrow on a crossbow.
He stared at Siming with his scarlet demonic eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
Si Ming is also hanging above the clouds, with the bright sun above and the clouds as condensed as the black sea below. She stands at the intersection of the two colors, her beautiful face bathed in light and shadow, like a sculpture of a god, her silver hair dancing wildly Then, the wind poured into the black divine robe, making a hunting sound, and the scattered hurricane condensed into white air waves, flying back from the clouds. The remaining sword in her hand suddenly became complete, and the violently rising and falling chest also became calm. At this moment, she was almost The figure of the god and demon stands in the clouds, and the undulating clouds and waves below all look like her subjects. They hammer armor and forge swords, and gather thousands of troops and horses to help. They are densely packed and stretch for thousands of miles, covering the sky and the sun.
Si Ming looked at his spread wings and did not answer. He just said indifferently: "If you didn't have this sacred weapon, you would definitely die today. But it's okay, I haven't killed someone so freely for a long, long time."
Siming said, the bloodless fairy smiled. On weekdays, he was repeatedly bullied by Ning Changjiu, and in his dreams he lost all his spiritual power. Not only was he beaten on the lawn by Zhao Xiang'er, but sometimes he was punished with a ruler by the senior sister Lu Jianwei. Everywhere you look you see enemies, you are surrounded by natural enemies, you are frustrated in and out of your dreams, your fate is misfortune, and you are miserable.
After a long time, she almost forgot that she was the priestess and goddess who was under the God Lord, arrogant over all things, and looked down upon the world. She was the perfect existence that all souls would prostrate themselves and look up to after seeing her!
At this moment, she felt the power in her body. The sea of energy in her body had already set off strong winds and waves. She held the sword, and the wind and clouds held her up. She said indifferently: "My bones and muscles are almost hot. I hope this is the decisive battle, but Don’t let other demon kings come to disturb us out of necessity, that would be too disappointing.”
The golden-winged roc held the magic staff at an angle. Under the mask of the red crow, he sneered sharply: "Don't worry, in Tianzhu Peak, there is a stone lion, two idiots, and one who is wandering around the world without a trace. This is the execution ground where I will kill you." , no one will disturb it.”
"Oh...it turns out that place is called Tianzhu Peak." Siming said calmly.
Tianzhu Peak is the dark place on the map.
The strong wind ruffled and tousled the hair.
Long rays of silver and gold streaked across the sky, like two meteors colliding. With the earth-shattering sound, the steel seemed to be burning. The sky-reaching flames were wrapped in layers of blazing colors and instantly exploded on the clouds. It turned into a rapidly expanding fireball, like the second sun rising in the sky.
The ocean-like sea of clouds divided the world into two parts.
Below, the rain has been falling one after another, and the battle between Ning Changchun and the Green Lion and White Elephant has already begun. Both the Green Lion and the White Elephant are great demons who have lived for hundreds of years. In terms of realm, they are not inferior to Ning Changchun. Therefore, Ning Jiujiu did not hide his secrets. The first time he met his face, the body of Shura rose up majestically, and the insights he gained over the years turned into golden sword light. He stood beside him like a large array, and his body seemed to be standing still. The moving flagpole was surrounded by huge buildings and ships.
The lions and elephants also used their full strength. They showed their true bodies and pressed against him with overwhelming force, trying to defeat him instantly.
Ning Jiujiu has not condensed the virtual sword. His current state is far from the level of Si Ming who can forge everything into a divine sword. He merges with Shura's golden body, his eyes shine with golden light, like a god, and his skin changes from white to white. It turned into a color like golden silk. This color gives people a sense of hardness and softness, and the spiritual power surrounds the whole body. Like the undulating water, when the green lion and white elephant suddenly pounce, Ning Jiujiu circulates the purity of gold. Using his spiritual power, he used his bare hands to confront their dharma bodies head-on. With one against two, he just punched them and sent them back.
Ning never thought for a long time that he had such power.
In his mind, the scripture in his dream materialized, and he saw its true name, "Daogu Chunyang Divine Scroll."
He had never seen this volume name before, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. But now, these are not important. As the spiritual power in his body roared and surged, the Daogu Chunyang Divine Scroll also opened, page by page. The ground turned over, and he suddenly felt like the legendary Pangu God, slowly raising his body in the chaos, lifting the sky to be level with others little by little, and standing on the ground.
The roar of the green lion and the deep roar of the white elephant echoed continuously in the forest. They were demons, and the young man standing in front of him looked delicate and thin, but he looked like a demon bathed in golden light.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head and glanced at the sky.
Si Ming and the golden-winged roc could not be seen above, only the sea of clouds was churning and the thunder light flashed.
He believed in Siming's strength and was not too worried about her safety. However, Siming was now being restrained. Even if he could defeat these two monsters, this place was still half a day's journey from the outer city. He had to flee with his sword. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky. If other big demons gather again, he will soon fall into a desperate situation with no escape.
While meditating, the green lion roared and charged at him again. The white elephant swung its hooves and snout at the same time, and swept its giant whip towards Ning Jiujiu. Ning Jiujiu resisted the white elephant's whipping with all his strength. Originally, his feet were rooted, motionless as a mountain. The figure suddenly started to run wildly. He jumped suddenly and punched the green lion with his fist.
The spiritual power and demonic power exploded, destroying all the surrounding trees with devastating force.
After the two figures collided, Ning Changjiu ducked, nimbly went around behind it, and struck with his elbow. The green lion was knocked to one knee, and the white elephant's proboscis struck again, like a lizard's tongue. It ejected like that and hit Xiang Ning for a long time.
Ning Jiujiu gave up the attack on the green lion and avoided the thunderous strike. Guangbo flicked his sleeves and several virtual swords instantly formed. It leaned down and sneaked past like a snake, locking the white elephant's location. He jumped up again, and when he held his sword and slashed at the white elephant, Shura's golden body left the body at the same time, giving birth to three heads and six arms, and pressed them all towards the white elephant.
The roaring sound kept ringing, and Bai Xiang's body withstood hundreds of punches, and was slowly beaten back to his human form.
With a loud bang, snow-white air waves spread between the two of them. Ning Changjiu punched its belly, sending the white elephant demon flying away.
But after all, it is a big demon in the Purple Garden Realm, with rough skin and thick flesh. Even if Ning Jiujiu suppresses it in terms of momentum and strength, it is impossible to really kill it.
What's more, he didn't have a sword in his hand, only a shapeless Yu Lei.
The green lion behind him once again arched its body like a hill, showed its sharp claws, and rushed towards where he was. Ning Jiujiu knew that he could no longer tangle with them. Between the peaks, a circle of monsters should have been building. When the encirclement is formed and compressed like a fortress, it will be difficult for him to break through, and it may even distract Siming.
Ning Jiujiu took a deep breath. When the green lion pounced, he turned around and faced him, fist-fighting with him. The green lion's demonic eyes were solemn, and it collided with it, but it didn't make any sound - the green lion pounced on a shadow.
Ning Jiujiu, who used the Water Moon in the Mirror, condensed his figure again. The virtual sword hidden in his sleeves came out and slashed towards the back of the green lion's neck.
The white elephant still wanted to manifest its true form and continue to pursue, but a large amount of blinding light was injected into its pupils, and it was lost for a few moments.
That is the light of the Golden Crow.
On this almost dark rainy day, the Golden Crow looks particularly eye-catching.
The Ten-Eyed Kingdom in the Golden Crow opened, and Ning Jiujiu escaped into it. The Golden Crow concentrated his attention and turned into a stream of light, quickly escaping in the heavy rain, heading towards the direction of the outer city.
The green lion and white elephant looked at each other.
Instead of chasing him, they pulled out a bamboo tube, and the flames flew into the sky, exploding into fireworks against the heavy rain.
Defenses have been built in the several mountains that the outer city must pass through. As long as he is under the Five Paths, let alone escaping from the outer city, he can at most break through Shituo Mountain, Nvnu Mountain, and Zhuzi Mountain. The Liusha River behind him was a natural hazard. The monsters' heavy troops had already rushed there, and he might not even be able to cross the river.
Above the dark clouds, the heart-stopping thunder continued, and this most mammoth battle in the past five hundred years seemed to never come to an end.
The gods in the sky looked down at the fire on the ground, and the monsters on the ground looked up at the thunderclouds. The manic turbulence set off hurricanes one after another, like long black dragons rolling through the dense forest. The surrounding arcs flashed, sweeping through the city of ten thousand monsters with the hurricanes. Fires broke out in the vast dense forest.
Outside the Demon Temple, Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng walked to the square and looked at the piled clouds and flashing thunder in the sky. The other eight poems condensed by will-o'-the-wisps disappeared and appeared intermittently. In the strong wind, his thick mane also seemed to be jumping. Moving flame.
The battle above affects the weather in the entire Ten Thousand Demons City. At this moment, the city is sometimes extremely hot and full of electricity, and sometimes the temperature drops sharply and the vegetation grows frosty.
Outside Tianzhu Peak, the sound of the man with the sword dying was still echoing, but as one of the four demon kings in Ten Thousand Demons City, he was indifferent.
Among the four demon kings, the old ape with one arm was possessed by the devil and committed suicide, leaving only one thought. The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons guarded his bones and deduced the sea of stars without caring about worldly affairs. But the fifth of the four demon kings... He once asked the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons to deduce After following his whereabouts, he found nothing in the end. He guessed that he had returned to the unobservable Taoist temple.
On weekdays, if someone breaks the rules, they will be killed by the golden-winged roc.
At this moment, Demon Saint Dapeng is being restrained, so it is up to him to take action.
But he remained silent and silent, just looking up at the sky, like a stone lion.
Above, the brutal battle continued. They all wanted to fight quickly, so they tried their best. When their figures hovered relative to each other again, both of them were injured, and their blood kept dripping towards the clouds. .
Siming's sword was broken countless times.
She used hurricanes as swords, thunder clouds as swords, and even trapped light in her hands as swords... But without exception, they were all destroyed in the collision with the golden hoop and black iron magic stick.
The tiger's mouth where she held the sword had been cracked, and the power of time kept pushing to repair the injury.
The Golden-winged Dapeng also had a hard time. His use of the Ruyi Black Iron Divine Staff was far from perfect, and he was unable to establish an airtight defense. Although his wings gave him strong speed, they were also very powerful and attracted the wind. The opponent's sword hit him many times, cutting off many golden feathers and dripping with strong-smelling demon blood.
And he was not sure how long he could hold on to this magic stick. Before night came, he must kill the opponent above the sea of clouds.
"The saint's weapon is indeed extraordinary." Siming praised the holy weapon, but was quite disdainful of the golden-winged roc: "It's a pity that it fell into your hands. It is really overqualified for its purpose."
The expression of the golden-winged roc remained unchanged, and his wings flapped slowly. He stared at Si Ming's murderous figure, his mind suddenly shook, and an astonishing thought came to his mind: "You are from the Kingdom of God?! "
Siming said coldly: "You know it now? It's really stupid."
Golden-winged Dapeng asked: "Bai Zang actually wants to take the initiative to intervene in the affairs of Ten Thousand Demons City?"
Siming said: "What does Bai Zang have to do with me?"
"You're not from the Silver Snow Palace?" The Golden-winged Dapeng said in disbelief: "Then where are you from?"
Siming sighed: "I don't know which year will be my hometown."
The golden-winged roc stared at her, its demonic eyes trembling... The Kingdom of God collapsed, and the priests fled to the world... In the past five hundred years, there was only one Kingdom of God that collapsed, and that was the Kingdom of Saints!
When the saint was suppressed and killed, his divine kingdom changed its owner again after being disrupted. The original saint's heavenly king ascended to the position of leader, but the priest who was once on the same level as him did not know what happened...
"Jufu?!" The golden-winged roc said coldly: "Are you the priest who Jufu?"
As if touching the heavenly secret, the thunder struck down again. The golden-winged roc was shocked and had no time to recover. The thunder struck his back and scorched a piece of golden feather.
But he didn't feel pain, but stared at Siming, waiting for a reply.
This question made Siming a little stunned.
Of course she knew about her father.
The saint is the father-in-law of the previous generation. The saint's heavenly king was born with six ears. Now he should be on the throne and has become the father-in-law of this generation.
But she was convinced that she was definitely not the priest who would lift her father up.
but…
"Oh, have you just realized it now?" Siming said calmly.
The golden-winged roc was shocked: "Are you really a saint's priest?"
Si Ming nodded and said: "You also said that in the past five hundred years, there has been only one divine kingdom that is on the verge of collapse. If I am not the priest of the saint, who is the priest?"
The golden-winged roc was shocked for a long time, then slowly put down the magic stick in his hand and said: "Why didn't you reveal your identity earlier? If I really killed you, wouldn't it mean that the Dragon King Temple was flooded?"
Siming smiled and said: "I want to rescue the saint. This matter is of great importance. I have to see if you are qualified and whether you can withstand the test."
Hearing this, the golden-winged roc took the initiative to put down his magic stick and sighed: "Master Priest has been living in the world for these years, and it has been really hard. Now that Bai Zang is so high up, I think life will be very difficult for you. The City of Ten Thousand Demons is willing to co-exist with Master Priest. Death."
Siming was surprised by his change of attitude.
Every divine kingdom has priests and heavenly kings. There is no clear distinction between men and women. There are even many gods who are neutral. Si Ming narrowed his eyes and pondered in his heart. In his impression, the priests and heavenly kings who have failed their fathers seem to be They are all men... Did Demon Saint Huntian remember it wrong
She was thinking about it, but the Golden-winged Dapeng had already picked up the magic stick in both hands and handed it to Si Ming like a treasure, saying: "This thing was born recently. I think it is related to the arrival of the Lord. I hope that the Lord will take this thing and use it." The property returns to its original owner.”
"Yeah." Siming just nodded without saying anything, for fear of revealing his secret.
When she reached out her hand to receive the magic stick, she did not show any mercy. The hurricane sword thrust out unexpectedly, as fast as lightning, instantly piercing the golden-winged roc's body and penetrating its lower abdomen.
The golden-winged roc groaned miserably, and was suddenly seriously injured. However, instead of showing the hatred he felt when he was betrayed, he made a prompt decision and directly locked the sword with his body. At the same time, behind Siming, a golden But the giant elephant stood up.
It is a golden roc bird, hundreds of times taller than the golden-winged roc.
That is the Dharma, Heaven and Earth of the Golden-winged Dapeng!
It turns out that the golden-winged roc had also been prepared, and both of them were trying to make ends meet!
Then, behind Siming's divine robe, a picture scroll of the gods and demons in the heavens slowly unfolded, and with it came nine golden feather blades.
This is the most popular move of Golden Winged Dapeng: the Great Sun Buddha Kingdom Map and the Yanghuang Cangyu Sword.
In an instant, Si Ming was surrounded on all sides and had no way to escape.
The golden-winged roc raised its head and smiled ferociously, activating all its magical powers, "The old ape with the long arm is the priest of the saint. Who have you... deceived? No matter where you come from, you will definitely die today!"
The Ruyi Black Iron Magic Staff suddenly grew hundreds of times larger, and under various spells, the magic iron smashed down towards Si Ming's head.
Siming abandoned the sword directly, and she no longer hid her secrets. The moon bird flew out and turned into a half-round sundial. The silver light instantly shone through the sea of clouds, forming a thousand-mile moonlight.
The two ultimate Taoist techniques collided.
No one heard the loud noise that swallowed everything. Outside the Demon Temple, a long-lost lion roar sounded low.