"The decree of the saint?"

Suddenly, a loud voice came from all directions, and a golden light from Daluo was roaring from outside the thirty-third level of heaven. When the light dissipated, Shen Gongbao quietly appeared beside Ye Xuan.

A roll of golden magic was holding in Shen Gongbao's hand, and a faint aura of a saint was blooming. Although it was just a trace, it changed the complexion of the immortals in Yaochi, and their minds were trembling as extreme as the moment.

"The world has just opened and all things are born. The three realms cannot be without a master for a day. Now Ye Xuan has given the order to heaven and can be named Wuji's Supreme Holy Emperor."

Shen Gongbao was reading the decree of the saint with a sneer on his face. When his voice fell, something extremely surprising happened.

Rumble!

The three realms are in turmoil, and golden light penetrates the sky. I saw the saint's decree transforming into billions of golden lights spreading towards the world and the world. The sound of the great way that roars into the world sounded everywhere in the three realms.

Whether it is the Yama Underworld, the four continents of the Earth Immortal Realm, or the Western Spirit Mountain, as long as it is all living beings, the sound of enfeoffment will be heard in my ears at this moment.

The decree of the saint, and all spirits surrender, is by no means just a statement, but represents the will of the saint.

At this time, the three realms were in turmoil, and countless great masters were staring at the heavenly court in horror, because this was a decree given by the leader of Tongtian Sect and could not be false at all.

...

Yama Underworld.

The dead ghosts in the eighteen levels of hell were wailing. The sound of ghosts crying and gods was heard, and a huge sense of creepy arose in my heart.

In the deepest part of the eighteen levels of hell, the endless ghost energy is surging, and the roaring sound of endless evil demons and evil ghosts is coming.

A ninth-grade golden lotus and an eight-foot-foot-sized spirit beast were floating in the void of hell. A Buddha light was blooming slightly above the ninth-grade golden lotus, and an illusory figure was sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus.

"The world changes greatly, the three realms are turbulent, the greatest dark turbulence is coming, and I don't know how many creatures want their souls to return to the underworld."

"Amitabha!"

Hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha. He is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and an extremely terrifying Buddhist master. When the world first opened, he even promised that the heavens were vast and vast. Although he was at the Bodhisattva's fruit position, he was respected by all spirits.

"Bodhisattva, the leader of Tongtian Sect gave a decree to stand Ye Xuan as the Emperor of the Three Realms. I am afraid that the Yama Earthly Mansion will not be spared, so I would like to ask the Bodhisattva to prepare early."

The eight-foot-foot spirit beast is called Diting. It can know everything, know everything, and see all things, and see the nine dark caves of the Qingming Cave. It can be observed and understood. It is unique among the three realms.

"Listen carefully, can you know the past and understand the future, can you know the past and past of Emperor Ye Tian?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva spoke mercifully.

"The secret of heaven is not revealed, the past is not determined. This Emperor Ye Tian is too strange, I can't figure it out." Di Ting said bitterly to himself.

"Amitabha!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva recited the Buddha's name in a low voice: "I hope this Ye Tiandi can conceive of God, so that he can kill few people in the three realms."

...

Deep in the underworld, the sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

The sea of ​​blood was endless, and countless ghosts were floating in the sea of ​​blood. A figure standing tall and standing across the sky sat cross-legged on the twelve-grade blood-colored red lotus, and the blood light was rippling all over the body, which made the sea of ​​blood turn around and the ghost howl angrily.

Two killing swords, Yuantu Abi, are the most powerful and evil killing weapon under the four swords of Zhu Xian. At this moment, they are flying around the twelve-grade blood-colored red lotus.

The sea of ​​blood will not wither, and the river Styx will not die!

He is the ancestor of the Styx, also known as the ancestor of the Styx, and is the great supernatural power of heaven and earth. He is also one of the quasi-saints in heaven and earth. Under his seat is the twelve-grade fire red lotus, and it is also the supreme treasure between heaven and earth.

The Asura clan was created in the sea of ​​blood, and had an immortal body. As long as the sea of ​​blood did not wither, even the saints would not even think of killing the Ancestor of the Styx. The Ancestor of the Styx is also one of the most difficult quasi-saints in the world.

Rumble!

The sea of ​​blood was shaking, and the dead souls cried. The ancestor of the Styx slowly opened his eyes. His five fingers quickly calculated, and waves spread towards the sea of ​​blood in all directions, as if he was deducing some kind of secret.

"The law of the heaven, the Emperor of Heaven is in the dust, and Ye Xuan's past dust does not show his future. Is he the protagonist in the dark and turmoil?"

The ancestor of the Styx spoke hoarsely, and the twelve-grade industry fire red lotus under his seat was buzzing. No matter how he calculated Ye Xuan's past and future, he saw only a fog.

"Um?"

Suddenly, the Ancestor of the Styx was stunned, and even the tumultuous sea of ​​blood was still. After more than ten breaths, the Sea of ​​Blood became turbulent again, but the Ancestor of the Styx became extremely surprised.

"This son actually has great cause and effect with this ancestor. It's interesting, it's really interesting. I want to see if this son has a good relationship with me or a bad relationship!"

The ancestor of the Styx laughed out loud. As his smile disappeared, his vast and gloomy sound also sounded in the endless sea of ​​blood.

“Where is Shiva?”

"Disciple is here!" A blood-colored phantom stood quietly beside the ancestor of the Styx.

"Pick three blood god fruits and send them to the Heavenly Court, as gifts to Ye Xuan as a gift from the Emperor of Heaven, and tell this Emperor of Heaven that if he has time, he can come to my blood sea, so he will say that this ancestor invited him to sit in the sea of ​​blood and discuss the truth." The ancestor of the Styx spoke whispered.

"Yes, Master." Shiva took the order and left.

"Ye Xuan? Emperor Ye Tian?"

"Ha ha"

The ancestor of the Styx burst into laughter, and his voice murmured: "No matter whether it is dark and turmoil or the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, as long as the sea of ​​blood does not dry up, the ancestor will be immortal. If this Ye Xuan can help me achieve enlightenment, it will not be in vain that I use these three blood god fruits to make friends with him."

...

Earth Immortal Realm, Wuzhuang Temple.

Under the ginseng fruit tree, a black-bearded Taoist in purple gold robe sat cross-legged under the tree.

"Clean breeze and bright moon."

"What are the instructions of the ancestors?"

Two Taoist boys appeared and bowed to the Great Immortal Zhenyuan.

"Pick a ginseng fruit and send it to the 33rd level of heaven." Zhenyuan's great immortal closed his eyes slightly, his voice was silent.

After hearing the words of Zhenyuan Daxian, the two Taoist children changed slightly. One of them tentatively said: "Master, although this Emperor Ye Tian is the new master of the Three Realms, ginseng fruit is a elixir of all dharmas. How can he be qualified...?"

"I'm stupid. This Heavenly Emperor is not the Jade Emperor. A mere ginseng fruit is nothing for me. Don't say too much, go and go back quickly." Zhenyuan Daxian said calmly.

"Yes, the ancestor." The two Taoist boys bowed and answered.

As the two Taoist boys picked the ginseng fruit and went to the 33rd level of heaven, Zhenyuan Daxian slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the 33rd level of heaven, an unpredictable smile appeared on his face, and then closed his eyes and calmed down again.

...

Western Lingshan.

Three Thousand Jiedi rumblingly recited the scriptures, and Duobao Tathagata frowned, and his eyes that had never waved forever were even more worried.

The Dharma of Tongtian spread throughout the three realms, how can the Tathagata of Duobao not feel it?
Chapter completed!