A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Jiang Yu quickly sorted out the situation.

Jiufeng was beaten by the two clones of the God King.

At first, the Qiong chased Nüba and her group like an eagle catching chicks. Now, he shifted his attention to the first generation of gods, and was chased and beaten by a group of chicks again.

"It seems that there are many fewer experts."

Jiang Yu had seen the battle scenes of the three religions' masters at Meng Po's place, but he didn't see that group of people now.

Definitely not dead.

When he first arrived, he seemed to hear the voice of Taoist Duobao.

The situation is not optimistic.

Even though there were countless Yakshas covering the sky, they were of no use without their peak combat power.

Jiang Yu didn't know yet that the strong men from the three religions had become a burden to this world.

If it were normal, they would not have any impact on the world. But the continuous wars would be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Of course, the saint’s withdrawal of all the masters does not mean he will let Qiong and the God King go.

A sage is unkind, that is towards the common people.

Since the Way of Heaven is threatened, we will naturally not stand idly by.

A wisp of purple aura so light that it was transparent escaped from the void, without attracting anyone's attention.

The purple gourd suddenly became agitated and took the initiative to absorb the purple air into Jiang Yu's body.

"Hiss...what the hell?"

Jiang Yu felt a cool breath entering his body and his face changed drastically.

This is the battlefield of gods and demons.

Strange means emerge one after another.

How dare Purple Gourd eat in a place like this?

Could it be that God is jealous of his talent and he is about to die as soon as he arrives at the battlefield?

Jiang Yu was a little panicked, but Kunpeng below looked up and exclaimed: "Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

"What?"

Si is much younger than Kunpeng. He did not experience the prosperity of Hongjun's teachings. But he has also heard of the name of Hongmeng Ziqi.

Kunpeng's eyes flashed with greed, and he murmured, "When Taoist Hongjun preached, he set up six cushions. Each cushion contained a wisp of Hongmeng purple energy."

Others may not know it, but Kunpeng knows it very well.

He had experienced it firsthand.

Some past events will only bring tears if you talk about them too much.

When Taoist Hongjun preached to the world, Kunpeng also occupied a cushion.

However, he was verbally bullied by the latecomers Jie Yin and Zhunti.

How can we let the great opportunity pass on to others?

He ignored them, but Sanqing came to his side to help.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Kunpeng could only give up the cushion angrily.

By doing so, he missed the opportunity to become a saint.

Otherwise, he would not have been beaten up by Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi. He was humiliated to be a shitty demon master.

Jiang Yu obtained a ray of primordial purple energy, which meant that he had the opportunity to become a saint.

But what made Kunpeng jealous had just begun.

The primordial purple energy poured into Jiang Yu's body, just like turning on a switch. Several more breaths came uninvited.

Gold, yellow, gray, black and white, blue...

Kunpeng's eyes almost popped out. He exclaimed nervously, "Ancestral Qi! Xuanhuang Qi! Chaos Qi! Innate clear and turbid! Innate Yin and Yang! Hunyuan Qi! This, this, this... How can this kid be so worthy? What a waste! What a waste!"

In addition to the heat in his eyes, there was also greed.

My breathing became heavier.

He was planning to come in person.

The world collapsed, everything was dead. What did he have to do with it?

With these auras of creation, he can transform the North Sea into an independent world.

At this moment, Si suddenly reminded: "Without the big world as a foundation, the North Sea is nothing but a rootless duckweed."

As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and pointed it at Kunpeng's forehead.

A calm and peaceful aura suppressed Kunpeng's restlessness. His voice was as loud as a bell: "Master Demon Master, you have been influenced by the monster. He devoured my two clones and has the ability to bewitch people."

In fact, everyone is affected by it.

It’s just that Kunpeng’s obsession is too deep.

The humiliation and resentment that had been suppressed for millions of years were ignited the moment the breath of creation was felt.

“Wu…wuwu…damn demons!”

Kunpeng's eyes were red, and he tried hard to suppress the negative emotions in his heart. He gritted his teeth and roared: "You are all pests!"

"bang"

The incarnation of divine consciousness exploded on the spot.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would lose his original intention.

In the light and shadow, a stream of light shot towards Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was feeling almost ecstasy from the impact of various energies, when he was suddenly entangled by a long scroll.

Runes flickered, and the violent aura seemed to have found an outlet. It intertwined like a braided hemp rope, converging into a long, colorful river that flowed into the purple gourd.

The purple gourd slowly began to show golden vine-like textures on its surface. Purple-gold light penetrated Jiang Yu's body and shot straight into the sky.

The ancestral talisman attached to the gourd burst into brilliant light.

Not only that, the roots of the Jianmu tree that were parasitic in the gourd also quickly grew thick and strong.

The entire tree was shaking and swaying, growing wildly.

Lights and shadows flickered, and the space vibrated.

The shadow of a towering tree rose into the sky, as if to support the divine world and the underworld.

Jiang Yu is like the sun on a bald man's head. It's hard not to attract attention.

The feeling of social phobia is back again.

Jiang Yu's eyes twitched constantly. He looked at the long scroll that wrapped him up: "Hetu Luoshu?"

He had seen this precious treasure when he was treating Kunpeng's injuries.

At that time, Kunpeng used the River Map and Luo Shu as a bandage to seal the cracks in the demon pill.

Unexpectedly, Kunpeng actually gave it to him.

At this moment, an exasperated voice came from the Hetu Luoshu: "Boy, since you are favored by destiny, this treasure of the demon race will be left with you for the time being. If the world still collapses, I will... I will grind you to ashes!"

"What?"

Jiang Yu was still confused, but he reacted quickly.

He looked around but didn't see any trace of Kunpeng. He could only bow to the void: "Thank you, senior!"

According to legend, Kunpeng's strength is comparable to that of the first person under the saint.

Now that you're here, why don't you do it yourself?

Why take off your pants to fart?

But he didn't know that this world could not accommodate Kunpeng's true body.

If Kunpeng really came, he would actually help Qiong.

Unless you lead the monster to the sea of ​​stars.

The noise was so loud that it attracted the attention of several parties.

There is no way to hide.

"Xiaoyu, be careful!"

Just as Jiang Yu was feeling the changes in his body, he suddenly heard Xinyuan Ruoxue's exclamation.

He used space movement the moment the sound came.

"Buzz!"

An invisible shock wave almost brushed past the corner of his clothes.

The area of ​​a thousand feet was suddenly empty.

Countless Yakshas turned into ashes in an instant, and then turned into nothingness in the next instant.

"Hiss... Great... Great Annihilation?"

Jiang Yu gasped and turned pale with fear.

The Great Annihilation Technique!

If you touch it, the person will be gone.

The cost of using the Dao Principle's magical power was huge, but for the God King, it was considered cheating.

Everyone has to be extremely alert.

Jiang Yu's aura of opening the sky still needs to be digested for a while. Now, let alone confronting the God King head-on, even his usual strength is difficult to display.

But at this moment, the monster turned its head.

There was an irrepressible excitement in the sharp voice.

"Jianmu? You little bastard! Hahahaha… I found you!"