Wind and sand swept across the battlefield.

The roars on the battlefield disappeared, and all the monks and demon cultivators stared blankly at the sky, with shock on their faces.

Boundless clouds spread from the southeast, and the day turned into night. The golden light in the clouds attracted all eyes.

There seemed to be a dragon-like figure in the golden light, coming from behind the clouds. When the cultivators saw the golden light, the sky above the battlefield was filled with golden clouds.

'boom!'

Both demon cultivators and monks felt a shocking force coming at this moment.

Those with weaker cultivation levels suffered from the terrifying coercion, their hearts beat violently, and in the end they were overwhelmed, their minds were shaken, and blood spurted from their mouths.

Those who had formed a battle formation joined forces to resist, barely able to stabilize their minds, but their faces were all pale, and their eyes showed deep fear.

There are many "veterans" who have been stationed in Huangquan Road all year round. They have experienced hundreds of battles and have personally witnessed the overwhelming power of Da Zhenren and the Demon King when they fight, but they are far inferior to this momentum, and the two cannot be compared at all.

"Could it be..."

"Great Sage?"

…

The Taoist battle formation is in chaos, and what is in chaos is the people's hearts.

The Dao Sect and Gui Fang Kingdom are fighting endlessly. Chen Binghuang Quan Dao fights all the year round, most often using Da Zhenren and the Demon King.

The true king and the great sage only heard his name but never saw him.

All the cultivators knew very well that once the True Lord and the Great Sage took action personally, the situation would be irreversible, and Gu Sanji could be overthrown in just a thought.

The battlefield was already in chaos before they even saw the true face of the Great Sage, but that momentum was not directed at them.

In an instant, the clouds submerged the Zhi Altar. The colorful auspicious clouds above the Zhi Altar were shrouded by the clouds, and the auspicious light became dim.

‘Whoosh!’

In the clouds, a golden glow suddenly shot downward.

…

Shiraishi Haru.

A mountain peak within the Zhitan.

This mountain is the highest peak of Baishiji, but it is hidden by the Zhitan formation and cannot be seen by ordinary people.

Unlike other places, there is no golden palace on this mountain. It is extremely beautiful and quiet, giving it a natural scene.

There are patches of purple bamboo forest on the top of the mountain. Several bamboo temples were built with purple bamboo in the forest. The doors were closed and no one was around.

At the same time as the drum was beating, the door suddenly opened.

‘Squeak!’

No one came out of the room.

The incense burner in the room was burning incense, and there was a person sitting cross-legged on the futon. She was a Kun Taoist wearing a moon-white Taoist uniform. Her breath was vague, and her face was not covered by a gauze, but she had a strange hazy feeling.

When ordinary people see her, they won't think how beautiful she is, let alone ugly, and they will forget her appearance in the blink of an eye.

She closed her eyes tightly and was in meditation.

The sound of drums hits my ears.

His eyelids only twitched slightly, and his expression remained unchanged.

There was a sigh in the Bamboo Hall, and suddenly a red light shot out of the door and shot through the sky. Its target was in the direction of Gu Sanzhi's altar.

Its body is just a thumb-sized brass bell with a red ribbon tied to the ring.

The bell's speed is no less than that of the Great Sage, flying over thousands of mountains and rivers in an instant, but its momentum is much smaller, and people who see it will just think it is a special meteor.

…

Naka Shigeharu.

The layout of this Zhizhi altar is very different from that of Baishiji. The eight small arrays on the periphery are connected to form a large array, which is the official residence of each department of Tianshu Yuan and guards a not-too-high mountain in the middle.

There are golden palaces on the mountain, which are magnificent and magnificent.

It is located in the highest and most magnificent hall, with a golden bell hanging on one side of the door.

At this time, the golden bell rang on its own, and the bell echoed only in front of the golden palace.

The spiritual energy gathered above the Golden Palace, and a shadow appeared at the intersection, and a clear and sturdy Taoist could be vaguely seen.

The Taoist stood with his hands behind his hands, looking northward, with a thoughtful look on his face. He glanced in the direction of Shiraishiji, raised his right index finger, and pointed towards the Gushanjizhi altar from a distance.

The next moment, the figure of the Taoist gradually faded until he disappeared, always maintaining this posture.

…

Golden clouds fall from the sky.

The golden light was dazzling, and it turned out to be a dragon's tail, with glittering golden scales, falling from the sky.

All practitioners outside the governance altar can clearly see the half of the dragon body.

‘Whoosh!’

The dragon's tail pierces the auspicious cloud like a sharp arrow, just above the remaining picture of the twenty-four days of hell.

In an instant, the auspicious clouds exploded, the sky shook, and even the monks and demon cultivators flying in the sky found it difficult to control themselves and were all horrified.

Above the Zhi Altar, a section of the dragon's body penetrates the heaven and the earth, but its head is not visible and its size is unknown.

"withdraw!"

When the Taoist side was at a loss, the demon cultivators received the order to retreat.

The movements of the demon kings are the fastest. Up to this moment, everything is developing according to the layout of the great sage.

Their mission was completed, it was just a bluff before, convincing Tao Ting that Shen Ting was born.

They are no longer needed to snatch the remaining pictures of the Twenty-Four Days Prison, and they have no ability to participate.

Orders and prohibitions.

The demon cultivators retreated like the tide.

The Taoist side woke up like a dream, but it was the first time they encountered such a situation. They were in a dilemma for a moment, and then saw a red light flying from the west.

'Ring ring...'

As the red light flew by, the brass bell shook gently, emitting a crisp ringing sound.

The ringtone was not harsh, but it was heard by all the cultivators inside and outside the altar. The ringtone had a peaceful power, and those who heard it suddenly felt that their chaotic minds calmed down a lot.

Red light shot toward the altar, and the main body appeared above the altar. The streamers fluttered in the wind, and the brass bell suddenly shook violently.

Circles of ripples visible to the naked eye spread out from the mouth of the bell, yellow soundprints appeared, and the void seemed to be distorted.

The voiceprint shrouded the dragon in the dark clouds.

At this moment, the ever-present scream came from the depths of Nie Yuan, from far to near.

Many monks and demon cultivators on the battlefield covered their ears with pain on their faces, and the screams even overwhelmed the ringing of the bells, hurting their hearts.

This world is getting darker.

The keen person sensed something strange, raised his head, pointed at the back of the altar, and said in a trembling voice: "What is that?"

The people next to him looked around and were stunned.

Under the gloomy sky, some special patterns appeared out of thin air, such as fine water waves stacked up layer by layer, exuding a black luster.

"This... seems to be Lingyu?"

"It's wings!"

"One wing! Only one!"

…

The exclamations kept ringing out.

They finally saw clearly, and the sky there was covered by the wings of a ferocious beast.

Fierce beasts are also monsters. According to common sense, except for some weird ones, they have at least one pair of wings.

But from their position, they couldn't even see a single wing, let alone the other one.

Suddenly, the sky fell!

The monk's breath unconsciously stagnated as he looked there, and a feeling of endless depression surged into his heart.

It wasn't that the sky fell, but that the wings flapped, seemingly very slowly.

'call!'

The wind suddenly picked up.

The flapping of its wings was no less powerful than that of a dragon's tail. The black feathers swayed, and a ball of black wind gathered under the wings.
To be continued...