wilderness.

Endless.

The wind is cold and extremely bitter.

The winter in the northern part of the world always comes earlier than that in the Central Plains.

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

The battle between demons and gods was shaking a hundred miles apart, and the scene was terrifying.

With a fatal palm, Yan Xiaoyu raised his hand to block it, and his knees pounded.

How could the god kneel down to a human being incredible humiliation!

With anger in his heart, Yan Xiaoyu's divine power surged around him, blood mist gushed, and black hair danced wildly.

"Um?"

Sanzang felt a sense of emotion, and stepped down immediately.

Ten steps away, Sanzang stopped, looked at the God of Light with blood burning around him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Amitabha, come on, ignite the blood of the Son of Light, so the little monk will avoid taking it by himself."

"Divine Flame of Light!"

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

The blood flames came, and Sanzang took steps to avoid it. At the same time, the Buddhist beads in his hand swung over, and the demonic energy was everywhere. One hundred and eight rosary beads turned into chains and wrapped around the god of light ahead.

In the blood flames all over the sky, Yan Xiaoyu saw the flying Buddhist beads, and his eyes turned cold. He held the right hand in his hand and a long sword transformed into divine power appeared. Then, the divine sword fell and wanted to break the Buddhist beads.

"Clam!"

The magic sword cuts the Buddhist beads, and the sound of metal and stone collisions sounded, and the Buddhist beads blessed by the Buddha's power continued to slash.

At ten steps, Sanzang waved the Buddhist beads in his hand and used the Buddhist beads made of dragon tendons as whips, trying to exhaust the god of light in front of him.

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

"boom!"

The Buddhist beads were thrown over, showing amazing toughness and power, and fell to the ground and directly smashed a big hole on the ground.

A Tengshou at the peak of the fifth realm, the only dragon tendon on the back, is a priceless treasure that is hard to find in the world. It is hard to break the sword and the water and fire are not invaded. Li Ziye also struggled for a long time before he could give it to the little monk.

After all, the landlords' family are not rich either.

In the battle, Yan Xiaoyu, who was temporarily controlled by the God of Light, was severely consumed by his blood and divine power, but he was still unable to break through.

The sternum was broken and the internal organs were also damaged. If it were not for the power of the gods, Yan Xiaoyu would have fallen down long ago.

However, the divine power is limited after all, and the blood and energy will eventually burn out, and it is impossible to last too long.

"Bang!"

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

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

Seeing this, Sanzang immediately rushed forward, slapped his body with a palm, and took advantage of his illness to take advantage of his death.

"Son of Buddha, show mercy."

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

The next moment, an illusory figure walked out from the light column and said, "How about giving me a thin face and saving his life?"

Sanzang frowned, looked at Yan Xiaoyu, who was protected by the power of light, put his hands together and said politely, "The Lord of the Palace, the Son of God devours others' blood and energy, and his sins are not to be forgiven. The little monk cannot keep him."

"This is actually happening."

In the light column, the illusory figure glanced at the disciple below, and without saying anything, he slapped it down with a palm.

In an instant, there was a loud shock, and blood gushed out from Yan Xiaoyu's body, completely dyeing her chariot red.

"Well!"

Amid the painful groans, the five divine sects in Yan Xiaoyu's body quickly collapsed, and the true energy overflowed, and all cultivation was destroyed by the Lord of Tianyu's Palace.

In front of him, Sanzang saw this scene and his eyes were slightly sunken. The Lord of the Tianyu Palace is really cruel. He is a five-level realm and can be abolished.

"Son of Buddha, do you think such a punishment is enough?"

In the light pillar, the scholar said calmly, "If you do today, I will owe you a favor, and you will repay it in the future."

"Amitabha."

Sanzang looked at Yan Xiaoyu, whose cultivation was deposed, then looked at the phantom in the light column, weighed for a moment, nodded, "Since the palace master spoke in person, how could the little monk be ungrateful? The palace master asked."

"Thank you!"

Inside the light column, the scholar responded, waved his hand and rolled over the swallow and fish below, turning into streaming light and moving away.

Sanzang looked at the direction where the two of them were moving away, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Is this considered a crippling?

It should be counted.

At this moment, the Western Regions, the Temple of Heavenly Yu.

In front of the throne of gods, the scholar's light power gradually converged, his eyes were withdrawn, and he said, "Pray for the priest, you go to Mobei and pick up the Son of God."

"yes!"

Below His Highness, the Archbishop of Jue, wearing a dark red robe, bowed respectfully and turned around and left.

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

The speed of the Buddha's son's strength improvement is really amazing.

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

The young man is terrifying!

"Damn, there is one more!"

Just when Sanzang was fighting the dead swallows and fish alone, in the underworld, there was no idea which horned horn Gra, Li Ziye was so scared by the terrifying appearance of the underworld that he couldn't help but swear.

After thousands of years of torture, many of the underworld have become bloody and bloody. No one is human, no ghost is not ghost.

"Brother Li."

On the side, Bai Wangyu spoke, looked ahead, and said with a serious look, "Look at that one."

When Li Ziye heard this, his eyes moved over. When he saw the woman locked in the mountain stream ahead, his expression suddenly condensed.

What a terrible sense of oppression.

Another five realms!

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

The ordinary face is not amazing, but the black air in the eyes is so rich.

"I've lost my mind."

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

"Dog...did."

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

"And the mind!"

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 and dared not get too close.

A strong man with a sealed state has power above the five realms, and they cannot handle it.

Outside the mountain stream, four people stood there waiting, waiting for the woman to regain her own sanity.

About a quarter of an hour later.

The black air 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 you been?"

"It's been a thousand years."

Li Ziye and the other four bowed respectfully and responded.

"millennium."

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

Li Ziye and the other two were silent, not sure what to say.

"Taiyuan, what happened to Taiyin and the others?"

After a moment, the woman came to her senses and asked in a tired tone.
To be continued...