Chapter 93: Encircling Kunlun, Emperor Jun's Plan

Buddhist land of the East China Sea.

As the sacred beings of the ancient world anxiously waited, the indifferent voice of the Red Cloud Buddha resounded throughout the ancient land.

"The secrets of heaven are in disarray. I cannot answer your questions."

"Everything has a destiny, everything has a cause and condition; everything is false until the cause and condition arrive."

"From now on, the Buddhist gate of the East Sea Buddha Land will be closed. Unless there is a major event, the Buddhist gate will not be opened. You can leave."

Without waiting for the creatures in the ancient world to react, a great magical power appeared in the Buddha's land, and directly swept away the creatures in the ancient world who were seeking results in front of the Buddha's land.

Under their desperate gaze, the Buddhist gate closed.

The Buddhist land of Yingzhou is hidden in the vast void and disappeared from the eyes of all living beings.

“Ancestor Buddha!!”

"I can not be reconciled!!"

"The way of heaven is unfair!"

As the Buddhist land of the East China Sea disappeared, despair quickly spread in the hearts of the sacred people of Honghuang.

It even began to face the billions of creatures in the prehistoric world.

But it's not over yet.

Wanshou Mountain is located inside Wuzhuang Temple.

The voice of the authentic saint Zhen Yuanzi resounded throughout the ancient land.

"I already know what you are asking for."

"Your problem is not with me. The position of a saint is predestined. Once the predestined relationship arrives, you will understand."

"The Taoist master asked me to tell you that the road is under your feet. Don't be influenced by others. He spent countless merits to seek the three holy positions, and it has been fulfilled."

"The rest is up to you to figure out on your own!"

"Wanshou Mountain will be closed from now on. Unless there is something serious, it will not be reopened. You can leave now."

With great force flowing, all the ancient sacred beings in Wanshengshou Mountain were invited out of Wanshou Mountain by a huge magical force.

Some unwilling ancient gods wanted to enter Wanshou Mountain again, but found that they could not find the location of Wanshou Mountain no matter what they did.

It would be as if Wanshou Mountain had never appeared in the ancient world.

"Do not!!"

"The Saint has abandoned me!"

"how could this be!"

The saint doesn't care about them!
Fear and despair.

As time goes by, the ancient land that was once full of spiritual energy and vitality has become filled with a feeling of death.

There are countless living beings, but it seems like the world is about to be destroyed.

The feeling of despair began to spread throughout the ancient world.

someday.

A creature in the early stage of quasi-sainthood was shocked when he accidentally walked into Kunlun Mountain.

"The saint is still here!"

"We also have the Xuanmen Saint!"

hope!

As if something suddenly dawned on him, this creature realized that among the twelve saints in the ancient world, seven were saints from the Xuanmen sect.

Daozu Guixuan himself can pave the way forward for all living beings in the prehistoric world. These seven saints of Xuanmen can definitely also pave the way forward for all living beings in the prehistoric world!

In an instant, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

A strong hope grew in his heart.

In this mood, this primitive creature flew over Mount Kunlun.

"I am the hermit Taoist Qingmu, and I want to see the Three Saints of Kunlun!"

Taoist Qingmu’s voice was so vast that it echoed throughout the Kunlun Mountains.

Sanqing, who was practicing in the Sanqing Hall, slowly opened his eyes, feeling puzzled.

I don't know what this Taoist Qingmu is doing.

They wanted to refuse, but the commotion caused by Taoist Qingmu was too big, and countless ancient sacred beings turned their eyes here.

For the sake of Pangu's authentic reputation, he had to appear above Kunlun.

The appearance of the Three Saints attracted countless powerful beings in the ancient world to watch, and a ripple appeared in their dead silent hearts.

Taoist Taiqing said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Taoist Qingmu looked at the Three Saints of Kunlun with his blazing eyes, which made the Three Pure Ones feel uncomfortable and felt that something was wrong.

The next second, Taoist Qingmu said something that frightened the three of them, "Saints, please be merciful and open a way forward for all living beings in the prehistoric world!"

What! !

Sanqing was confused.

How can you say such things casually, you beast!
A great fear arose in Sanqing's heart.

Before they could open their mouths, Taoist Qingmu said quickly, "Taoist Ancestor Guixuan was merciful and paved the way for all living beings. He found three earthly holy seats; now the earthly holy seats are full."

"As saints, the Seven Saints of Xuanmen should follow the trend of the prehistoric world and seek a way forward for all living beings in the prehistoric world!"

“Please have mercy from the Three Saints!”

boom!
The ancient world was shaken.

The eyes of billions of lives lit up, and hope was ignited again in their originally dead hearts.

All of them looked towards the direction of Kunlun Mountain with burning eyes.

"Please have mercy, Saint!"

Under the horrified gaze of the Three Pure Ones, countless quasi-saints flew in the void, appeared near Mount Kunlun, and began to shout.

What made them feel even more terrified was that billions of creatures in the prehistoric world also bowed down.

This···

Sanqing was suddenly at a loss.

How come the fire has spread to our own mountain?
To pave the way for all living beings and seek sainthood; what do you take us for?

Even if it's Guixuan Daozu, let him try to open the way forward again!

The Three Pure Ones wished they could crush Taoist Qingmu to death.

Facing billions of lives in the ancient world, the Three Pure Ones felt powerless for the first time.

If we don't handle the current situation properly, the consequences will be more serious than the decline of human luck.

What was directly lost was the fortune of their Xuanmen and the fortune of the Three Purities!
If things go wrong, several saints of Xuanmen will be pulled down from their saintly positions!
The billions of living beings in the ancient times represent the endless power of destiny.

Once everyone works together, it will become the unstoppable trend that cannot be changed.

"Who on earth is spreading rumors behind this? I must crush him to death!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Everything before my eyes was caused by the words 'The last holy throne is reserved for Daoist Ancestor Gui Xuan'.

This really caused a big commotion.

If they are not careful, the Three Pure Ones will definitely be shattered to pieces.

Saint Taiqing looked at the countless quasi-saints of the ancient times before him, and felt a huge momentum rushing towards them and pressing down on them.

This is the power of the will of all living beings! It is created by all living beings in the ancient world.

It is also their death warrant.

After a long while, Saint Taiqing said in a serious tone, "This matter is of great importance. We saints need to discuss it together and seek the teacher's opinion."

"You guys go back first. Once we have the result, we will inform all sentient beings in the prehistoric world."

The sage Taiqing practiced Tai Chi and deeply understood the truth of the word "drag".

At this time, the mysteries of the universe were in chaos and nothing could be deduced.

If we can hold out until the end of the catastrophe, the secret will become clear; if we find the guy who spread the rumors, everything will be solved.

However, he ignored the urgent feelings of billions of creatures in the prehistoric world.

Taoist Qingmu bowed and said, "Please have mercy on me, Saint, and give me a result as soon as possible. I will wait here."

you die! !
Saint Taiqing almost went berserk.

His sleeves rustled and he looked at Taoist Qingmu with murderous eyes.

They actually dared to surround the saint’s temple and force the saint of heaven and earth.

Is his Sanqing's face really worthless?
Even Saint Taiqing was like this, and Patriarch Tongtian had already sacrificed the Four Swords of Immortal Execution. If Yuanshi Tianzun had not stopped him in time, Taoist Qingmu would have been killed.

Seeing that the Three Saints of Kunlun were silent, Taoist Qingmu spoke again, "I have no way forward and I am in despair. I beg the Three Saints to forgive me."

He knew it was wrong to do so, but he could do nothing about it.

This is his last hope. Even if the Three Saints of Kunlun Mountain are angry, he must get a result.

If you hear the truth in the morning, you may die in the evening!
He would be willing even to die!

"Please have mercy from the Three Saints!"

Billions of creatures in the ancient world followed closely behind and shouted loudly.

At this point, the Three Pure Ones were helpless.

In front of so many ancient sacred figures, we cannot embarrass Taoist Qingmu.

Master Tongtian looked at Taoist Qingmu with hatred.

When it comes to the path of the Tao, no matter how good Tongtian's character is, he can't sit still.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Taoist Qingmu deeply and said, "Wait here first, we will go to Zixiao Palace to ask the teacher!"

Now that things have come to this, the only correct thing to do is to blame everything on your teacher and protect yourself.

Do you really think that the luck of the Three Pure Ones can be suppressed so easily?

An explosive cold snort sounded in Taoist Qingmu's ears.

Taoist Qingmu was shocked so much that his internal organs were cracked and he was seriously injured.

The Three Pure Ones have disappeared and gone to the Zixiao Palace outside the chaos.

Only a group of disciples were left in Kunlun Mountain, looking solemnly at the great power outside the mountain that blocked out the sky and the sun.

Xuandu said in a gloomy tone, "All disciples, return to your own caves and concentrate on retreat!"

"You are not allowed to leave seclusion until Master and the others return!"

As the eldest senior brother of Xuanmen, Xuandu has high prestige among his fellow disciples. After hearing Xuandu's words, they all returned to their caves with complicated thoughts and activated the formation.

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North Sea.

Gui Xuan quietly watched what was happening outside Kunlun Mountain, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

"Old boy, I don't know if you can handle this."

"Emperor Jun is such a good guy, he sent me such a great gift all of a sudden. Then I won't let you die miserably, I will give you a decent death."

In front of him were the four saints: Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, Hou Tu, and Minghe Laozu.

Gui Xuan looked at them and said, "Hongyun, get your Buddhism ready, the war is about to begin."

"You three authentic saints, if a battle breaks out, do your best to stabilize the prehistoric earth veins and the underworld."

"Let the Wu Clan prepare themselves and be ready to escape at any time!"

"Yes!"

The four saints felt a chill in their hearts and responded respectfully.

Gui Xuan had already made various arrangements. With the changes in the general situation of the prehistoric world, the general situation of the prehistoric world had begun to move in the direction he expected.

Just waiting for the right time to come.

Time is passing quickly.

Just when billions of creatures in the ancient times gathered around Kunlun Mountain.

Above the nine heavens, in the heavenly palace.

Emperor Jun had already assembled the demon tribe's troops and was waiting for an opportunity to act.

After the Three Pure Ones in Kunlun Mountain went into the chaos, Emperor Jun looked overjoyed.

"It's finally done!"

Taiyi also had a smile on his face. "The thoughts of billions of creatures in the prehistoric world are now in Kunlun Mountain. Now is the time for us to unify the prehistoric land!"

"Hundreds of millions of lives have been infected by the quasi-saints, and their hearts are dead and silent, with no desires, only the sainthood."

"I no longer have the will to fight. It's time for us to take action!"

Di Jun nodded, "I didn't expect that the spiritual path of Gui Xuan's teachings would be so useful in an instant. It's time for our demon race to rise!"

For countless years, Di Jun has gained spiritual insights from what Gui Xuan taught.

He secretly used his sainthood to infect all living things in the ancient world, eventually implicating hundreds of millions of lives.

From the quasi-saints to the earthly immortals, no one was spared.

Now the saints were being dragged into and forced out of the chaos, and the authentic saints all retreated from the world.

All the saints in the prehistoric world were restrained by them using various methods.

Even if you have offended all the saints before, now the saints will either leave the prehistoric world or ignore worldly affairs.

It is the time for the demon clan to take advantage of the situation, kill the witch clan, and unify the ancient world!
The demon emperor Di Jun did not delay any longer, and a long sword filled with evil and resentment appeared in front of him.

Witch-slaying sword!
Acquired spiritual treasure!

Although its grade is not high, it is specifically designed to defeat the witch clan!

Countless human souls were moving on the sword, wailing silently, which was extremely terrifying.

Emperor Fuxi, who was sitting in the Heavenly Palace, looked at the Tuwu Sword in front of Emperor Jun and felt a little uneasy.

He plotted against all the saints in the prehistoric world, including Daozu Guixuan, at once.

The brothers Dijun and Taiyi are crazy!
When he found out that Di Jun had been refining the Tuwu Sword without telling him, he felt something was wrong.

The great calamity that befell the human race offended and killed two saints of the human race at once, which made Daoist Ancestor Gui Xuan unhappy.

It is the great cause and effect.

Now he is plotting against the Great Saint, which is simply a road to death.

Fuxi felt gloomy in his heart and felt a chill on his spine. He wanted to leave the demon clan but it was impossible.

As the Emperor Xi of the demon clan, he enjoys the good fortune of the demon clan. If he leaves, it will definitely cause a backlash from the demon clan, so he can only go on with gritted teeth.

"I hope what my sister said will come true, otherwise..."

Fuxi swallowed, a great fear enveloped his whole body.

In this mood, Di Jun held the Tuwu Sword in his hand and looked towards the prehistoric land with a cold voice.

"The demon clan! Unify the wild world! Fight!"

(End of this chapter)