Chapter 877: Changes in the three worlds, the 3000th world war

In the Battle of the North Sea, the ninth Xeon led his tribes to meet with the outside, and the predecessors were defeated in a fierce battle. With Nandizhou as a boat, they temporarily retreated three thousand times.
On the side of the strongest, the number of sages who died in the hands of Erlang true monarch Yang Jian was the number of sages.
On the one side, the powerful monks who died in the war were countless, more than half of the overhaul was damaged, and the army was killed or injured; another Erlang true monarch Yang Jian belonged to the chaotic spirit kingdom, the black spirit kingdom, was destroyed, and the souls of the black spirit kingdom were overwhelmed. The army lost 60%, and the spiritual masters lost more than half.
Heavenly Emperor Jade Emperor, named Haotian, retreated from the predicament in order to cover all repairs, fell into the Heavenly Court to block the army of the strongest, and led the Heavenly Court to break the troops.
Invincible, burning his soul to attract the power of the heavens, and ultimately to be killed by the emptiness, and disappeared.
The prehistoric five continents fell, and the prehistoric heaven was severely damaged. For a time, the heaven and the earth often collapsed, the yin and yang of the three thousand generations were imbalanced, and the five elements were chaotic.
After the strongest took over the predominantly, within three days, they slaughtered all the creatures, used their great power to attract grievances, and formed thousands of ghost soldiers to invade the three thousand worlds.
After the war for several months, the Primordial Land contracted its forces and nearly one-third of the Three Thousand World Wars were lost. As Yang Jian attacked and killed the generals of the Xumo army, the Xeons were forced to suspend the army for repairs and confront the allied forces of the ancients. In the great world named Naraku.
At this point, the prehistoric pattern has changed, and the path of heaven has gradually recovered, but the strongest side has become more and more powerful.
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Nailuojie, the earth is in the middle, there is a thousand-li abyss that was cut open by the master of the sky during the previous battle.
The army of the strongest is on the west side of the abyss, densely packed, standing quietly from the earth to the sky, like a solidified tsunami.
On the opposite side of the abyss, the cultivators of the primordial cultivators were in similar battles.
Although the heavenly court was destroyed, the righteous gods of the heavenly court were still there, and the heavenly court and the Chaotian Pavilion were quickly integrated and named Guihongmeng, which means to conquer the five prehistoric continents.
Now all the monks in the primordial world obey the orders of returning to Hongmeng. The leader is nominally Yang Jian, the true monarch of Erlang, but Yang Jian doesn't care much.
The ones who are really responsible for dispatching the army of all parties are the Western Tathagata, Taishang Laojun, Li Jing, Ao Xinke, as well as several Tianting and Chaotian Pavilion old men, a total of nine deputy leaders.
Taibai Venus and Jade Emperor fell together, and the predecessor side lost a key figure who could reconcile the Quartet, otherwise the deputy leader would have the position of Taibai Xingjun.
Nanfangbuzhou was suspended after Nairobi at this time, and was guarded by several small worlds. The human race on it did not feel any influence.
Under the spells of several saints, the sun still rises from the east and sets from the west every day; the sky is still full of stars, but there are many monks in Taoist robes everywhere.
Probably, at this time, only these mortals who don't know what happened were the most innocent and lucky.
In a relatively remote desert in the northwest of Nanfangbuzhou, countless monks repaired here. Although several months have passed, most monks still cannot escape from the shadow of that battle.
If there is a saint's order at this time, let them go to the forefront to fight, even the seriously injured will grit their teeth and go to fight with the strongest subordinates.
humiliation;
Remnant.
In the depths of the desert, at the boundary between heaven and earth at this time, a figure stood in front of a stone stele stained with blood on one side, looking at the dense names on the stele.
Half of these names have become bright red. They are the characters who have fallen through the overhaul, Zeng Xueshu and the strongest.
Finally, the strongest appeared, and they also went to fight, but the result...
"Brother."
With a soft call, the teenager who was stepping on the Hot Wheels stood behind that figure with a deep look of fatigue.
This person was not a bystander, it was Yang Jian who was stopped by Yuding and dragged back to Nanzhou by the master.
In just a few months, Yang Jian had a few long silver hairs on his temples, and his whole body seemed to be haggard a lot; he was like a weapon that had been tempered again, although it was largely unchanged, stronger, but sharper. some.
Yang Jian said, "Just came back from Nairobi? Why don't you go to rest?"
"Well," Nezha sighed, put the fire-tip spear away, and asked with a smile: "Brother, are you going to steal someone later?"
"If these words were heard by your sister-in-laws, I would still treat them as if I was going to spend time and drink." Yang Jian cursed, and then shook his head. "There is no need to go for the time being. Xumo seems to have given an order to hide his men. Within five continents. If I had gone, I wouldn't be able to come back."
Nezha suddenly smiled bitterly and sighed: "Thousands of cultivators desperately can't resist the advancing of the opponent's army, but it is the strength of you, brother, who secretly intercepted the opponent's quasi-sage and sage... I am ashamed to tell others that I am Your younger brother, I am now fighting the quasi-sages, and I have to hide the more powerful characters."
"It's a different situation," Yang Jian touched two jars of wine out.
This is the fine wine in the mortal palace. Yang Jian had touched it when he went to see the present Emperor, the righteous brother of the imperial brother, and the taste was not bad.
Nezha put away the Hot Wheels and sat on the ground with Yang Jian; the brothers leaned back on this dark red stele, looking at the boundary of the world ahead, and staring at the void beyond the great array of heaven and earth.
After taking a few silent sips, Yang Jian was a little tired. Sitting in this way was like resting.
Nezha is very worried and hesitated to say something.
"What's the matter? Are you having trouble with Lei Zhenzi?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.
Nezha also knew that Yang Jian’s words were ridiculous, and couldn’t help rolling his eyes and curling his lips,
I don’t have such a habit. I’m thinking about cultivation. Master said, my lotus body can go further. Let me have magical powers stronger than Master."
"Oh? Is there such a good thing?" Yang Jian then frowned slightly.
Normally, even if it is such a unique lotus body like Nezha, it is impossible to raise the realm of cultivation unscrupulously at will. You must slowly enlighten it.
If it is an extraordinary method, a certain price must be paid.
Sure enough, Nezha was upset about this.
"But it takes Master's several yuan to practice hard work."
Yang Jian could only be silent, and touched the jug with Nezha, and took a sip of wine there.
Yang Jian asked: "What did Master Taiyi say?"
"Master wants me to be more capable," Nezha smiled bitterly and shook his head, "But even if I am dead now, I don't want Master to do this for me..."
"Don't worry, I have this idea right now," Yang Jian said. "Later, I will go to see Master and Master, and discuss with them to see if I can choose a group of monks with outstanding qualifications. People use many methods to improve cultivation."
Nezha was taken aback, and then blinked, "Can this happen?"
"It can happen naturally."
"Then why not just do this before the catastrophe comes?"
When Nezha asked, Yang Jian could only shook his head and sighed, and said in a low voice: "Originally, all the saints and I felt that what the Primordial Realm lacks is only the peak combat power, the strongest, the peak of the saint. . It’s just never thought that nowadays, the number of quasi-sages and big Luo Jinxian has become the weakness of the predecessors."
"Oh, it's us, too," Nezha pursed his lips, "If it was the time to conjure the gods, I would work harder with Lei Zhenzi and Wei Hu. There will always be a chance to keep up with your brother..."
Yang Jian shook his head and smiled, patted Nezha's shoulder casually, "Don't think too much, your brother, I have no talent in the sky, only on earth, where can you keep up?"
Nezha rolled his eyes without angrily, knowing that Yang Jian was comforting him, and barely smiled.
The two continued to sit there chatting and drinking, talking about battles, fighting techniques and magical powers.
Gradually, Nezha leaned against the stone tablet and fell asleep. Yang Jian looked at the tiredness on his younger brother's still tender face, and his mood was inexplicably dull.
Go and ask Master and Master, and see if you can train an approved holy realm master in a short time.
Even if you can only train a few or a dozen, it can be considered a little more combat power for the predecessor; it can also round up the minds of Nezha and Lei Zhenzi.
Others, Yang Jian was also powerless.
He is not the strongest person, let alone a vain. If he can also achieve supernatural powers that are resurrected from the dead, even if it is to create a quasi-sage master in batches, how can the prehistoric battle end here?
Facts have proved that the spirit clan masters all went to resist the old part of the emptiness, and even the predecessor party lacked reinforcements and had to lose. It was indeed related to Chaotian Pavilion's insufficient preparation and only mobilized half of the masters.
But it is precisely this way, when Nanfang Buzhou retreats into the Three Thousand Worlds, it has enough troops to resist the invasion of Xu Mo's subordinates.
The Jade Emperor’s previous considerations were correct. There were magical powers of emptiness. Even if the prehistoric fights to the end, the cultivators and the army of the most powerful men who were born from the dead will die together, and the emptiness still has the means to engage in the corpses. Out of another army.
The key is Xumo...
Yang Jian was not arrogant enough to take the matter over to himself, Xu Mo is a prehistoric enemy, not he alone can fight.
Several saints are also in Nanfang Buzhou, but they have fallen outside Nanzhou, protecting the last hopeful place in the chaotic sea.
Ascending the clouds, the immortal soldiers hoarding on Yunlu everywhere saw Yang Jian's figure and all bowed their heads in salute.
After the fall of the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother recited the will of the Jade Emperor in the sky above Nanzhou, and the position of the supreme of the Three Realms fell on Yang Jian.
It's just that Yang Jian did not show up to take the order at the time, and later he only took the post of the leader of the Hongmeng.
He is not the material of the Supreme of the Three Realms. If he can defeat Xu Mo, regain the predecessor, and repel the culling of other strongest people, then let's talk about the Supreme of the Three Realms.
Now the subjects of the Three Realms are gone...
Flying out of the border above Nanzhou, Yang Jian saw a place full of golden clouds and clouds, and heard the sound of chanting from a distance.
These Buddhist masters were on the fringe during the war, and the casualties were the least among the major forces, but they were also considered heavy casualties.
But Buddhism has also played a role, and they can't be blamed. What's more, Buddhism is also needed now...
Fly into this place~EbookFREE.me~ The celestial buddhas stood up to greet each other, Yang Jian squeezed some smiles, and nodded all the way in.
When he found the deepest part of this place, the doorway of the small courtyard, he didn't know what he was thinking, he kept the posture of buttoning the door, and stood there in a daze.
"What's wrong?"
Tianyan Daozi's voice came from behind the door, and the wooden door was also opened.
Yang Jian returned to his senses, shook his head at Daozi Tianyan, and said indifferently: "It's okay, I just got something occasionally. I was interrupted by you. Fortunately, it was not an epiphany."
Tianyan Daozi smirked and led Yang Jian in.
"In that case, I have become a sinner in the wild? I came out to pick you up, and it disturbed your understanding of profound arts."
Yang Jian suddenly laughed and said nothing.
Buddhism...
I can't see through it all the time.