One Thousand Five Hundred and Eighty-Seven. Do I Need to Ask You About My Name?

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta appeared, and boundless light flowed, as if turning into boundless white flames, purifying everything in the world.

Even the strongest and fiercest rolling thunder was gradually melted by the white flames.

The Great Emperor of Longevity in the South Pole stood on the thunder car and pointed his finger.

A ball of lightning that seemed like chaos fell into the boundless light and then exploded.

The magnificent power that seemed to have opened up the universe forcibly tore apart the endless brilliance that spread throughout the universe.

The original ancestor thunder.

The number one thunder method among the nine heavenly thunders!

When this thunder exploded, the light and white flames around the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta that illuminated the world in all directions still existed, but they fell all around and were temporarily not a whole.

Although the light had a tendency to reconnect, the Great Emperor of Longevity in the South Pole had already shown his means again.

Another Taixukong thunder reappeared, still like a bubble made of lightning, making a "sizzling" sound.

But this Taixukong thunder did not expand, but shrank and collapsed towards the center.

Suddenly, the powerful suction swallowed up the surrounding light, and a large amount of it gathered towards the center of its internal collapse, like a dark cage, imprisoning the light.

Lotuses bloomed under the feet of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, and his figure instantly came to the side of the thunder ball transformed by the Taixukong Thunder, and then gently tapped it with one finger.

The dark cage was instantly broken, and the light reappeared in the world, infinite and endless.

At the same time, the Nine-headed Insect waved the crescent shovel, splitting a gap in the thin thunder curtain that enveloped the people in the middle.

But before he could make the next move, and without minding that Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva broke the thunder dark cage to release the light, the Southern Pole Changsheng Emperor smashed the thunder chariot under his feet with one palm!

The thunder chariot disintegrated and shattered, and the lightning flew around and slid down, then reinforced the broken thunder curtain.

In just a moment, the thunder curtain healed again and blocked the people in the middle.

"Let's see how many times you can mend it." The Nine-headed Insect didn't care and continued to attack. Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva also showed infinite light treasures, illuminating the world and breaking the lightning.

The Nanji Changsheng Emperor was very powerful. He fought two enemies alone and still maintained the light curtain transformed by the Great Void Thunder to cover the universe.

However, his opponents were also powerful. Even if the Nanji Changsheng Emperor could protect himself for a short period of time, this thunder curtain could only last for a moment at most.

This was without the intervention of the Dao Ancestor. If the Dao Ancestor heard the news and made a move, the Nanji Changsheng Emperor would have to find a way to escape immediately and retreat back to the void to hide.

When the Nanji Changsheng Emperor was fighting with the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta and the Nine-headed Insect, the Hundred-eyed Demon Lord was also ready to move.

He stared at Yan Zhaoge and his son with a cold gaze.

When he invaded Biyoutian, he suffered some losses and watched a group of Shangqing descendants leave safely.

And he himself even lost his magical powers because of Feng Yunsheng's sword of the last law.

After nearly a hundred years of cultivation, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord finally recovered some of his vitality. When he saw Yan Zhaoge and his group, he was even more jealous of his enemies.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord asked himself that except for Feng Yunsheng who practiced Luoyuan Chaos Destruction and Shangqing Tianjun who practiced Hunmie Yuanjing, he was not afraid of any opponent of the same realm.

Although Yan Zhaoge and his son are now famous, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord is not worried.

He is gifted and has great magical powers. Even many powerful people at the Daluo level cannot do anything to him. He thinks that now is the time to take revenge.

Even if he can't kill the enemy personally, he can delay a little longer. When the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta and the Nine-Headed Great Sage break the secret method of the Southern Pole Changsheng Emperor, a large number of reinforcements will arrive soon.

So the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord strode forward without hesitation.

"Young Master Tianzun? Master Tianjun? Such a big name, have you asked me?"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord shouted, unsheathed his sword, and the dark yellow sword energy seemed to be a river that spanned the universe, slashing towards Yan Zhaoge and his son.

Yan Di stood still, stretched out his right hand, held it in the air, as if holding the handle of a long sword, and then drew the sword from the void.

A series of thunderbolts continued, and a purple long sword condensed entirely by thunder appeared in Yan Di's hand.

Then, the long sword was raised above his head, and then fell like the sky collapsing!

Wild and unscrupulous,

The domineering and unbridled sword light intersected with the dark yellow sword energy in mid-air.

The sword light rolled forward, as if it would cut off the long river to the sky and cut off the sword energy!

"Little thief!" The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord was startled, and the sword energy was crisscrossed, and the dark light in the sky was gathered into a beam. He no longer paid attention to Yan Zhaoge and Gao Han, and focused on attacking Yan Di alone.

Yan Di was fearless, stepped forward, and pressed back the attack of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord with a stronger and more domineering attitude.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord was secretly angry: "How can the Three Pure Ones produce so many troublesome people in just a few hundred years!"

He restrained his anger, his eyes became cold, and his contempt was gone.

As he drew his sword again, light began to gather on his head.

After the light gathered, the demonic aura of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord surged, and his strength was so strong that people immediately looked at him with admiration.

However, Yan Di, who was opposite him, let out a long roar, and light appeared on his head.

As the light on the top gathered, Yan Di's sword force continued to grow, and he still split the sword energy of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord with one knife, almost chopping off the arm of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord holding the sword.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord snorted coldly, and the two lights on his head gathered on the top, and his spirit and energy all reached the peak of the current realm.

He was no longer reserved at this moment, and suddenly untied his belt and took off his black robe.

After stripping off his clothes, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord raised his hands together, and the thousand eyes under his armpits burst out with yellow mist and golden light.

The dense yellow mist seemed to be gushing out from his armpits on both sides; the bright golden light seemed to be setting fire from the thousand eyes.

The light fog was everywhere, covering Yan Di, and the surrounding time and space seemed to be completely frozen, making Yan Di unable to move.

However, Yan Di glanced at him coldly and sneered: "Do I need to ask you about the names of my father and son?"

There was a glowing light above his head, and the purple light knife was raised high and stood above his head.

Then he chopped it down with a knife!

The knife of good fortune, instantly destroying the sky!

Even though the Hundred Eyes Demon Lord's innate magical powers were extremely powerful, the dense yellow fog was also waving under Yan Di's knife.

Although the yellow fog was replenished continuously, as if it was endless, it still kept disintegrating and shattering.

The forces of both sides seemed to be in a stalemate.

However, Yan Di's hand holding the knife was as stable as ever, and it was descending little by little at a speed that was difficult for mortal eyes to detect!

The terrifying and domineering blade was also descending little by little.

Getting closer and closer to the Hundred Eyes Demon Lord!

Facing Yan Di's blade, he seemed to be able to clearly feel the coldness and heat of the long sword transformed by thunder at this moment.

Perhaps the speed is extremely slow, and it is unknown when it will reach the final destination.

But this process seems to be unstoppable, irreversible, unchangeable, and unbreakable.

All that the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord can do with all his strength is to try to delay the arrival of the final moment.

But what is coming will eventually come!

Just like the trend of heaven and earth, the changes of fate, it is unstoppable!