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The cold wind above the blood sea blew again. It was as if even the ancestor above the blood sea, the Styx, had never felt the wind of the blood sea. It turned out that the wind was so cold that it chilled one's heart. He subconsciously held the two swords tightly in his hands, but his arms were still shaking. The sweat at the corner of his eyes was the size of soybeans, dripping onto the dirty sea of blood. He had a bad feeling, and that was that the sea of blood was the home he had lived in for many years, and it was on the verge of an earth-shattering battle. And it was going to happen at any moment.
Although this battle was not as hearty as the battle between Saints, the battle that was about to erupt from within the sea of blood would definitely be recorded in history, and would become another legend on the Prehistoric Land. Undeniably, Styx's feeling was right, and it was beyond his imagination.
He took a deep breath and regained his composure. Looking at the handsome man in a long white robe from afar, he smiled lightly and said, "Dao Friend Kong Xuan, you just said that you want to understand the cause and effect of the blood sea. What kind of cause and effect do you want to ask about?"
Actually, this kind of question was just taking off his pants to fart. It was because of the unfathomable profoundness of the Heavenly Dao's cultivation realm. How could he not know what Kong Xuan was referring to? Even if it was just a pretense, he was still trying to escape from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to escape from anything related to that terrifying man, and among them was Kong Xuan.
However, the question sent a message to Kong Xuan: show your weakness. It was just like the cycle of karmic retribution under the heavens. There was no way to avoid it. Behind Kong Xuan's snow-white clothes, five rays of light suddenly burst out, and the peacock wings abruptly launched an attack, erupting with astonishing power.
Even the smile on that handsome face began to twist and turn as he sneered, "Since Fellow Taoist Xu cannot remember, then this humble Taoist will come and give you a reminder!"
The moment he said those words, Kong Xuan's entire body lit up. One had to know that the legendary Kong Xuan was the first in the history of the world after the Great Saint. The Five-Colored Holy Light had nothing but the presence of a saint wherever it went. However, Kong Xuan's attack this time was much faster than everyone's expectation. He was using an unfathomable force to sweep everything away.
The Five-Colored Divine Light illuminated the sea of blood. It was definitely able to draw out the Earth underworld river as they all began to tremble. They felt something far beyond their realm. He couldn't control himself and swept through the sea of blood like a hurricane. The red, orange, yellow, and green rays of light swept across the faces of the four people, creating a buzzing sound.
His heart palpitated, his heartbeat quickened, and he panicked. All sorts of inexplicable emotions started to surge within their hearts.
Fortunately, Kong Xuan's attack this time was a little intimidating and he did not directly challenge Lin Feng. It only faced the Asura Race and the myriad living creatures above the sea of blood. This naturally included the myriad buddhist dharma weapons that existed above the sea of blood. When the Five-Colored Holy Light passed by, the entire sea of blood became quiet.
There was no killing or howling. There was no stench or filth, only clarity.
Yu Ji raised his head angrily and said coldly, "Dao Friend Kong Xuan, what is the meaning of this?"
Kong Xuan smiled playfully and replied nonchalantly, "It's too noisy here. I'm just asking these people to go back to where they belong. Don't try to make a ruckus here, it will ruin this poor Taoist's mood. Fellow Daoist Xu, do you still have any objections? If you do, just say so.
Opinion? He was sure that Kong Xuan had a strong opinion on this matter, but the man standing quietly in front of him was no longer the peacock who was at the peak of Mount Kunlun and could be slaughtered easily. With a single thought, all things became useless. This cultivation seemed to have already surpassed the realm that the Heavenly Dao Saint would be able to understand.
Kong Xuan's five-colored divine light instantly swept through everything, sending everyone on the blood sea away. Whether it was the Asuras or the buddhist disciples, all of them were purified by this divine light. The slaughter above the blood sea turned into nothingness. Red, orange, yellow, green, green ? the sea of blood was beautiful.
The reason for sending these people away was very simple. It was because Kong Xuan didn't want more killing to occur over this sea of blood. The struggle between him and Quasi had nothing to do with Buddhism, nothing to do with the Six Daos, and nothing to do with the entire prehistoric era. It was the two of them. In the end, this was the grudge between the two of them.
As for why this karma had to end today, and why it had to end on the six paths of the sea of blood, it was naturally Chen Yuyang's idea. In the Prehistoric Land, there was a saying that had been passed down for god knows when. Divine abilities were not as many as days, nor was it as the days of Dao Sovereigns. Naturally, this Dao Sovereign was referring to the Dao Sovereign Qing Yang.
From these words, it could be seen that Chen Yuyang's influence in the Prehistoric Land had already surpassed the heavens, and exceeded the cycle of reincarnation.
The taste of the salty blood mixed with a rare serene feeling of Bodhi was spreading over the sea of blood. It was as if threads were constantly moving at the tips of everyone's noses. The fragrance of the petal blossoms and the golden light shone brightly. His eyes stared at the vast expanse above the sea of blood as he sighed helplessly and said, "Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, back then on Mount Kunlun, it was indeed this poor monk's fault. However, Fellow Daoist, can you allow me to resolve the matter of the six Daos of the Blood Sea, and then do it again? "
Until now, he still held a trace of fantasy in his heart. After all, the Six Paths of Reincarnation was a huge gamble in the buddhist debate. If he won, there would be no obstacles to the rise of the buddhist faith. Losing. A thousand years of painstaking effort from the Buddhist Sangha. Those buddhist dharma weapons that he had painstakingly accumulated had been sacrificed in this sea of blood. Such a loss was undoubtedly quite heavy.
However, Kong Xuan didn't even give him the chance to speak. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "No!" Pausing for a moment, Kong Xuan's contemptuous gaze once again swept over Ju Xu's benevolent, yet helpless expression, and he jokingly scolded: "Fellow Taoist Xu, back then, this humble Taoist has only transformed into his human form and is not yet at the level of a Golden Immortal. Do you think that a saint could help this humble Taoist ease up a little?"
Yu Di helplessly sighed again, and his huge head drooped a little, feeling a bit sad and regretful at the tip of his nose. He said, "Since that's the case, please make your move. I'll take it. "I really want to see what kind of ability Martial Uncle Qingyang has to make a quasi-Saint level cultivator like you challenge a Saint.
After spitting out a mouthful of air, he thought to himself, "This is simply asking to be humiliated."
At this point, there was only one battle. This was the battle of a quasi-Saint challenging a saint, and also a battle that was about to be recorded in the history of the prehistoric era. However, the two of them didn't move. In a fight between experts, it wasn't as if striking first was the best move. Because whoever made the first move, his strengths and weaknesses would immediately be exposed in the opponent's eyes.
Both of them knew what was going on, so they looked at each other and quietly stood in the air. Standing above the sea of blood, neither of them moved first. It was just that his aura was surging. He initially didn't think much of Kong Xuan, the Quasi-Saint. However, Kong Xuan's earlier attack had alerted him, causing him to feel incredulous and wary.
One must know that although he was the weakest among the saints under the Heavenly Dao, he was still a sage. The difference in realms was not something that could be made up for with just a few sentences. Thus, at this moment, he could be said to be giving it his all. He had already made up his mind. Even if he had to risk being killed by Qingyang Junior Master, he would strangle this peacock to death above the sea of blood.
Kong Xuan's mastery was beyond the expectations of any saint, especially when the Five-Colored Holy Light was released at full power. If such a person were to continue existing in the ancient times, it was said that he was a quasi-Saint who had cultivated to the point where he could contend with saints, even surpassing the level of saints in legends. That would be a huge blow and a mockery of the Heavenly Dao Saint's status.
Thus, Kong Xuan definitely couldn't be allowed to live in this prehistoric land. When the time came, no one would have any respect for the Saints.
Even though he had covered up his killing intent quite well, it was still difficult to escape from the eyes of the guide and the people behind him. Even Kong Xuan's face revealed a faint trace of ridicule as he thought to himself, "This person is not only shameless, but he is also harboring a murderous intent. There is no cure for him." How could such a character become a saint of the Heavenly Dao?
Both Feng Ji and Kong Xuan wanted to kill him at the same time, but the two of them were still standing upright on the sea of blood like statues. Feng Ji and Kong Xuan wanted to kill him at the same time, but the two of them were still standing upright on the sea of blood like statues.
Five-colored light and golden light collided above the blood sea. For a moment, the blood sea was in chaos, even a great elder like Styx found it hard to endure. A pair of demon swords covered his chest as he thought to himself in shock, "Could this be the power of a saint? It's too terrifying, too powerful ?"
The turbulence above the blood sea continuously stirred the waves of the blood sea. In front of these blood-red waves, everyone appeared incomparably small. With his normally benevolent expression, his eyebrows furrowed even more. His eyes slowly revealed a difference in expression as the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes deepened.
Seeing this, the receiver shouted in his heart, "Not good!"
Even the connection was different from the connection he had with the peacock. This little peacock was actually at such an unfathomable level, and had actually forced his junior saint to such a state. Their auras were evenly matched, so much so that Kong Xuan was even slightly above the mark. It was incomprehensible. A quasi-Saint would actually erupt with the cultivation of a saint.
At this moment, atop the blood sea, Styx was also gradually moving its body. The two Demon Swords of Ainphent were glowing with a desolate light, humming as if it were lamenting.
Arriving at the back of the mountain, Styx looked at the two people above the sea of blood in surprise. Once again, he looked at the grave face of the mountain and asked, "Empress, why is it so?"
He shook his head and replied helplessly, "This is the first time I've seen something like this. I don't know, I don't know!" Then, he continued, "These two people seem to be competing in momentum, and now they are on par with each other. "Let's see who will be the first to fall. Once there is a flaw, it will be fatal!"