wilderness.

Boundless.

The cold wind is biting and biting.

Winter in Mobei always comes earlier than in the Central Plains.

In the cold wind, the heaven and earth rumbled, deafening.

The battle between demons and gods shook a hundred-mile radius, and the scene was terrifying.

Yan Xiaoyu raised his hand to block the fatal palm, and with great strength, he knelt down with his knees pounding.

Incredible humiliation, how can a god kneel down to a human being!

Furious, Yan Xiaoyu's body surged with light and divine power, blood mist spurted out, and his black hair danced wildly.

"Um?"

Sanzang felt it, stepped on it, and immediately retreated.

Ten steps away, Sanzang stopped and looked at the God of Light in front of him, whose body was burning with blood flames. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Amitabha, please come on, your Excellency, burn out the energy and blood of the God of Light, so that the young monk will not have to do it himself."

."

"The Divine Flame of Light!"

Yan Xiaoyu raised his hand and used the blood as a guide to reproduce the flame of light. In an instant, the blood-colored flame surged out, and the powerful power exploded, which was shocking.

The blood flames came, and Sanzang stepped to avoid them. At the same time, he waved the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the evil spirit filled the sky. One hundred and eight beads turned into chains, wrapping around the God of Light in front of him.

In the blood flames that filled the sky, Yan Xiaoyu saw the Buddha beads flying towards him, his eyes turned cold, he held his right hand emptyly, and a long sword made of light and divine power appeared. Immediately, the divine sword fell down, trying to break the Buddha beads.

"Keng!"

The divine sword cuts down the Buddha beads, and the sound of gold and stone collides. The divine sword cuts down the Buddha beads blessed by the Buddha's power continuously.

Ten steps away, Sanzang waved the beads in his hand, using the beads strung with dragon tendons as a whip, intending to consume the god of light in front of him.

He knew very well that although this blood-burning style of play could improve his strength in a short period of time, it would not last long.

"boom!"

The beads were thrown over, showing amazing toughness and power, and landed on the ground, directly making a big hole in the ground.

A tan snake at the peak of the five realms, with the only dragon tendon on its back, it can be said to be a priceless treasure that is hard to find in the world. It is hard to break with swords and invulnerable to water and fire. Li Ziye struggled for a long time before he was willing to give it to the young monk.

After all, the landlord's family is not rich either.

During the battle, Yan Xiaoyu, whose will was temporarily controlled by the God of Light, was severely drained of blood and divine power, but was still unable to break through.

The sternum was shattered and the internal organs were severely injured. If it were not for the protection of God, Yan Xiaoyu would have collapsed long ago.

However, the divine power is ultimately limited, and the blood will eventually burn out, so it cannot last too long.

"Bang!"

The beads and the divine sword collided again. The beads, which were like gold and stone, directly shattered the long sword transformed by divine power. The remaining force was unstoppable and hit Yan Xiaoyu.

In an instant, blood flowed like a waterfall, dyeing the sky red.

When Sanzang saw this, he immediately stepped forward and struck him with one palm, taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

"Buddha, please show mercy."

However, at this moment, a peaceful voice sounded between heaven and earth, and then, a dazzling beam of light fell from the sky, blocking Sanzang's fatal palm.

The next moment, an illusory figure walked out of the light pillar and said, "How about giving me some thin noodles and leaving him alive?"

Sanzang frowned and looked at Yan Xiaoyu, who was protected by the power of light. He clasped his hands and said politely, "Palace Master, the Son of God swallows the blood of others. His crime is unforgivable. I cannot let him stay, little monk."

"This happened."

In the light pillar, the illusive figure glanced at the disciple below, without saying anything, he slapped it with a palm.

In an instant, there was a loud earthquake, and blood spurted out from Yan Xiaoyu's body, completely dyeing his divine robe red.

"Well!"

With a painful groan, the five divine treasures in Yan Xiaoyu's body quickly collapsed, the true energy overflowed, and all the cultivation levels were abolished by the master of Tianyu Hall.

Ahead, Sanzang saw this scene and his eyes darkened slightly. The master of the Tianyu Palace was really ruthless. He could destroy a person in the fifth realm at the drop of a hat.

"Buddha, do you think this punishment is enough?"

In the beam of light, the scholar looked calm and said, "For today's matter, I will treat it as a favor that I owe you, and I will pay it back in the future."

"Amitabha."

Sanzang looked at Yan Xiaoyu, whose cultivation was ruined, and then at the shadow in the light beam. He weighed it for a moment, nodded and said, "Since the palace master has spoken in person, how can this young monk be so ignorant? Please, palace master."

"Thank you!"

In the light pillar, the scholar responded, waved his hand and rolled over the Yan Xiaoyu below, turning into a stream of light and disappearing away.

Sanzang looked at the direction in which the two of them were leaving, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.

Does this count as disability?

You should probably count it.

At this moment, in the Western Region, the Temple of Heaven.

In front of the lofty throne, the scholar's power of light gradually faded away, his eyes retracted, and he said, "Qi Yu, go to Mobei and bring back the Son of God."

"yes!"

At the bottom of the main hall, the Archbishop of Hell, dressed in dark red divine robes, bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

In front of the throne, the scholar sat down again, his expression slightly condensed.

That Buddha's speed of improvement in strength is really astonishing.

With just one clone, he was not even sure that he could save Yan Xiaoyu's life.

The future life is terrible!

"Fuck, there's another one!"

Just when Sanzang was single-handedly defeating Yan Xiaoyu, Li Ziye was frightened by a very scary-looking Netherland, and he couldn't help but cursed.

After thousands of years of torture, many places in the underworld have become mutilated with flesh and blood, and they are no longer human and ghosts.

"Brother Li."

On the side, Bai Wangyu spoke, looking ahead, and said solemnly, "Look at that one."

When Li Ziye heard this, his eyes moved over. When he saw the woman whose body was locked by countless chains in the mountain stream ahead, his expression suddenly froze.

What a terrible sense of oppression.

Another one above the Five Realms!

In the mountain stream, the woman seemed to feel the gazes of the four people and raised her head.

His ordinary face was not stunning, but the black energy in his eyes was so intense.

"I've lost my mind."

When Wen Xiuru saw the woman's dark eyes, he sighed softly and said.

"Baby...baby."

In the mountain stream, the woman spoke tremblingly and said, "Help, kill me!"

"And the mind!"

When Bai Wangyu heard this, his eyes narrowed and he said.

"Go and have a look."

On the side, Li Ziye said something and walked towards the mountain stream ahead.

In front of the mountain stream, the four of them stopped, not daring to get too close.

A strong man with power above the fifth level in a sealed state is not something they can handle.

Outside the mountain stream, the four of them stood there waiting, waiting for the woman to regain her senses.

About a quarter of an hour later.

The blackness in the woman's eyes gradually faded away. She looked at the four people in front of her and said softly, "How many years have it been?"

"Thousands of years."

Li Ziye and the four of them bowed respectfully and responded.

"millennium."

When the woman heard this answer, she smiled sadly and said, "It has been a thousand years, and we are still not dead."

Li Ziye and the four of them were silent, not knowing what to say.

"Taiyuan, Taiyin, how are they doing?"
To be continued...