White Lotus Enlightenment in the Ancient World

After the Lich started fighting again, Chang Yi returned to the Moon Palace, released the four Golden Crows from the picture, and found that the calamity on them had indeed been reduced.

It's just that they still can't let them go. Lu Ya has the fate of heaven and he is not afraid of catastrophe, but several of them are destined to die. It's a blessing that they were forcibly rescued by Chang Yi this time. Maybe there will be new ones without Taiyin. The killing calamity descended.

If Chang Yi dies then, won't his rescue be in vain? And since he has already taken responsibility for the cause and effect, if a few golden crows die again, he will be responsible. He can either ignore it or take care of it until the end.

After this matter, Chang Yi asked them why they traveled for no reason and why the Golden Crow's true form appeared to slaughter the earth.

Only when the cause and effect became clear did he realize that there was Kunpeng's plan involved. Judging from the angry look on the emperor's face, it seemed that Kunpeng had made his own decision.

However, he didn't care much about the affairs of the demon clan. Kunpeng had a sinister nature, and Di Jun also had a poor understanding of people. Kunpeng would definitely have a share of the credit for the fall of Heavenly Court.

Speaking of which, Golden Crow and Taiyin complement each other. When they came to Taiyin, they found that their cultivation was advancing very fast, and they were about to break through to the late stage of Taiyi.

Seeing that the Golden Crows were simple-minded, Chang Yi knew that Emperor Jun was busy fighting in heaven and had never taught them carefully, so he told the Golden Crows some worldly wisdom and conspiracies to avoid making fools again in the future.

"Your calamity has not dissipated. Letting you go back will harm you. When the time comes, I will inform you of your father's situation. Now you can practice on Taiyin with peace of mind!"

The four of them nodded in agreement. This time the trouble was serious, and they were a little frightened to see Di Jun.

And after knowing that the five brothers had died, although they were sad, they did not dare to go out casually, and they all stayed on the lunar calendar.

After settling down in the Golden Crow, Chang Yi meditated on Taoism on Taiyin for a few years, and then continued to travel to the human race on the Mengli. The method of the seven emotions cannot be practiced behind closed doors. It is better to travel more and see more.

The two treasure pavilions in the prehistoric era are now protected by Chang Yi's great magic power, and there is no need to avoid disasters to collect them. Chang Yi looked at them briefly and didn't bother anymore. The treasure pavilions are only means, not ends.

After a Yuanhui training, the number of the prehistoric demon clan is already very impressive. Unlike the witch clan, they don't need blood inheritance. They can achieve something as long as they have spiritual wisdom.

Although their abilities vary greatly, they can defeat a great witch in a fight using the human wave tactic.

Chang Yi thought of the little demon that he had put away with the Ten Thousand Beasts Chart before, and lamented the word fortune. Now he had no energy left to continue searching for the Kaizhi little demon.

Most of the demon clan did not participate in the war voluntarily, but they were forced to be involved in the war as demon clan. If it were not for the existence of Qilin Pavilion, they might not even be able to use spells.

What Chang Yi felt most along the way was fear, the fear of war and death.

He forgot to go to the human race for a moment, and just watched the rise and fall of the calamity beside the battlefield. He found that people as powerful as the witch race were afraid of death.

No one can always protect the innocent when the catastrophe is running. Those little witches and witches will still commit murders. Seeing that they have no choice and are born to fight, no one will care about their feelings.

This feeling of fear is getting stronger and stronger, pulling Chang Yi's Seven Emotions. The blue feeling of fear floats out from the heads of all living beings and merges into Chang Yi's soul.

Thousands of years have passed, and batches of people at the bottom of the two tribes have died, and even Chang Yi has begun to feel numb.

When he came to his senses from a trance, he realized that a blue staircase had appeared in front of him.

Chang Yi slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"When will the great calamity dissipate?"

He stepped up the steps without sadness or joy, and in an instant the heaven and earth shook! Golden flowers appear, the sun rises and the moon rises!

However, this vision was short-lived. As he got down to earth again, all the scenes disappeared, but his own cultivation seemed to turn into nothingness. His realm could no longer be generalized by the word cultivation.

The great road emerges under his feet, and he has walked with the way of heaven!

The god's face was cold. After realizing his angry thoughts, he could feel the will of heaven and officially had the power of a saint. The Taiyue Qin that he had been thinking about for tens of thousands of years could finally be completely refined!

Zheng——

The seven strings are floating and melting into the cold light, and the five-note flow is turning the purple emperor.

As the sound of the piano flows, the shadow of a chaotic green lotus emerges. The ancient sacred mountains are hidden on it, and the vast Milky Way flows at the end of the string.

When all sentient beings hear the divine sound of this harp, their destiny is already in his hands. They can live and die as they please, and worries and worries can no longer invade their bodies.

Chang Yi gently stroked the strings of the piano, and a magical colorful carp swam with the sound. The glow of the orb above his head transpired, turning the place into a dream...

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On the Lich's main battlefield, Shebishi is leading the army to join the battle. After the One Yuan Meeting, his injuries have long since healed.

Since only his poison could slightly restrain the Donghuang Bell, he was appointed to stop Donghuang Taiyi's army. Unfortunately, he was unable to do so and was already at a disadvantage.

Although his poison was strong, Taiyi would not make him a target. He used the Donghuang Bell to block it in front, and severely injured Shebishi at close range. The green snakes wrapped around his ears were torn off, and a large amount of water spewed out. Black blood.

But Taiyi didn't feel well either. Shebi's corpse was full of poison. Even if he wasn't hit, he would be infected with the poison due to contact. At this moment, his heart and lungs were blocked by his magic, so that he wouldn't be poisoned on the spot.

This time Shebi Zhi was not so lucky. The other ancestral witches were all fighting. At this time, Feng Taiyi was at a disadvantage and did not give him a chance to get up close and fight with him crazily. After the blood was spilled, poisonous miasma spread out and corroded the place.

Taiyi beat him harder and harder, the Donghuang bell was ringing loudly, and the shock made Shebishi dizzy. In the end, he even lost his consciousness. Donghuang Taiyi found the right opportunity and killed him while he was distracted. His head!

The ancestral witch fell, and all the witch soldiers who followed him were slaughtered before they had time to grieve. Their flesh and blood was spilled, dyeing the place scarlet red.

This was the first time that an ancestor witch from the Wu Clan died on the battlefield, which was regarded as repaying Fu Xi's cause and effect.

The ancestral witches of Xuan Ming Goumang on the other side naturally knew that Shebishi had died in the battle, but they were now facing Di Jun and the five demon gods, and they already had the upper hand!

Ignoring the sadness in his heart, Gou Mang smashed two of the demon gods left and right, smashing them to pieces. Di Jun and others were shocked and angry, making it even harder to resist.

Na Di Jiang took this opportunity to use his space power to move behind Di Jun, and punched him in the back of his heart. When he was about to succeed, a golden gun came diagonally from the side, blocking the blow!

Di Jiang looked up and found that it was Kunpeng! I couldn't help but grit my teeth.

Kunpeng has been thinking hard for these years and has not come up with any good solutions. At this moment, he is shocked to see Emperor Jun in trouble. Although Emperor Jun will not die if this blow is carried out, there is nothing better than saving him. As long as he does not fall, it will be regarded as a fatal move. !

No matter how troubled Di Jun was, he would not show it at this time. With a word of thanks, he swept Di Jiang away, stopped fighting with the ancestral witches, and called everyone back to the heaven.

Shebishi is dead. Although they lost two generals, the preciousness of the ancestral witches is self-evident. This battle can be regarded as a small victory for them.

And because there is no advantage of the Heavenly Court's home court, the power of the Star Formation cannot be fully exerted. If the fight continues, it will definitely be you who will suffer a loss, so you will give up when you feel good, and the war will end in an instant.

Emperor Jun, who returned to heaven, did not thank Kunpeng enthusiastically. He only thanked him calmly and gave him a few spiritual treasures, but still refused to discuss matters with him.

Seeing this, Kunpeng understood in his heart that Emperor Jun must have doubts about Jinwu's affairs, so he stopped planning and began to think about how to escape unscathed.

Fuxi's death could be traced by Nuwa to him with just a quick search. Now he is safe under the protection of heaven. If he is driven away, he might be directly killed by the saint.

But as smart as he was, he couldn't think of a way for a while, so he sat in the Demon Master's Palace in silence.