Nine Hundred and Six. What Role Does Upper Realm Play?
Yan Zhaoge stared at Yang Chong and asked, "Listening to what you said just now, I don't think you realized the Dao of Heaven and Earth by yourself, so you have doubts about the current concept of Immortal Court."
"In that case, why are you different from them?"
Yan Zhaoge pointed to Quan Haolong and the others: "I think there should be someone or something outside that touched you and made you..."
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "...it opened your eyes."
Yang Chong was silent and did not speak.
It was another person who was chasing him, who snorted coldly: "It's not because of the ruins."
Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting looked at each other, and raised their eyebrows slightly: "What ruins?"
The man didn't hide anything, and said proudly: "Of course it's the relics left by your generation of heretics and monsters, who died and died!"
"In this fairyland of Yanfang, in the past, I was the top of the righteous way, and I besieged and killed many monsters of the heretics, including a great emperor!"
"There are many traces of the battlefield in Yanfang Wonderland and the surrounding area. Over the years, some have been cleaned up, but a small amount has been buried."
"In recent years, I, Chongling Great World, have accidentally discovered another place."
As the man said, he waited for Yang Chong to take a look, feeling a little heartbroken, "He was bewitched by your heretics during the process of sorting out the relics, and he fell to this point!"
Hearing this, Quan Haolong sighed, and looked at Yang Chong worriedly.
In his cognition, this Uncle Yang is one of the most outstanding martial arts masters in his Chaotic Sky Sect.
Uncle Peng and Yang Chong were of the same generation, they had started earlier, but their cultivation level was much lower.
Yang Chong is the youngest martial sage who has seen the gods in the past thousand years of the Chaos Heaven Sect, and also the youngest martial sage of the sixth level, a strong man in the late stage of seeing the gods.
Over the years, Yang Chong has also participated in the battle against the filthy land of Buddhism, beheading many powerful Buddhas and demons.
Not only the Chongling Great World, but even the Yanfang Wonderland are well-known and favored by some top powerhouses.
The orthodox fairy court with its roots and seedlings is orthodox.
Everyone is optimistic that he will become the youngest Xianqiao Martial Saint since the sect was founded, and succeed the old suzerain, become a new generation suzerain, lead the chaotic sky sect to a new height, and occupy a place in the entire Fangfang fairyland.
But not long ago, shortly after he led the team to clean up the ruins, something went wrong.
Quan Haolong, who had always been taken care of by Yang Chong, couldn't believe it at first, but when he saw that the precious light in Yang Chong's body weakened, he was only terrified.
It was hard for him to imagine why Master Uncle Yang, whom he had always admired and respected, would become like this.
Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting frowned after hearing what the other said.
The same thought came to the two of them.
Yan Zhaoge said casually: "Don't brag about it, do you know what a great emperor means?"
The other party laughed loudly: "You don't need to deliberately provoke me, why not tell you, it can let you heretics know what will happen to you!"
"That person is called the Great Emperor Youming, and his name is Yin Tianxia, and his Youming Sacred Religion has a Taoism passed down between heaven and earth before the immeasurable Heavenly Lord purified the world."
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerables purify the world, and with one thought of kindness, you heretics and Buddhas and demons can live on, but you don't know your upper body and heavenly heart, and you still act perversely, and you will be punished in the end!"
The chaotic Tianzong warrior shouted: "Don't empathize with the mind of heaven, don't respect the infinite, those Buddhas and demons who were killed by the strong in the fairy court, and Yin Tianxia, their today is your tomorrow!"
His voice was stern, but Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting were not in the mood to listen to the nonsense behind.
Yan Zhaoge looked up at the Chongling Great World in front of him.
He did deliberately provoke the other party to speak.
Because just now, he already had a guess in his heart.
Youming Great Emperor Yin Tianxia did not fall because of Jiuyou or Buddhism as he had guessed at the beginning.
It originated from this fairy world!
In addition to Yin Tianxia himself, many top powerhouses under his command are buried here.
As a result, the Holy Cult of the Netherworld, which once roared so proudly in the upper realm, finally declined.
But,
New questions arise again.
Why did Yin Tianxia take his strong men to expedition here?
Is it because you can't get used to Wuliang Tianzun and Xianting?
Just as Fu Ting said, in the eyes of the orthodox Taoists and Sanqing disciples, the actions of Wuliang Tianzun and Xianting are not the right way.
But Wuliang Tianzun can compete with the future Buddha, and Xianting can fight against Buddhism, and its strength is almost limitless.
Emperor Youming doesn't seem like a rebellious person, why did he take the initiative to provoke him?
Is it because they didn't know the strength of Wuliang Tianzun and Xianting at that time, or was it that the Youming Sacred Cult tried to benefit from the dispute between the Buddhist Pure Land and Xianting, but failed in the end?
Yan Zhaoge subconsciously looked at Fu Ting beside him.
What kind of roles did Emperor Jinxiu and other top powerhouses in the upper world play in this?
Catching Yan Zhaoge's gaze, Fu Ting immediately understood what he meant.
Just because, at the moment, she also has similar questions in her mind.
Suspicion abounded, Yan Zhaoge ignored the shouting warriors of the Chaotic Heaven Sect, but looked at Yang Chong: "Is that what he said?"
Yang Chong sighed: "Not bad."
"The ruins we sorted out earlier are not the place where heretic warriors fell and were buried, but the remains of a battlefield left after the two sides fought back then."
Yang Chong said slowly: "It's the place where the Great Emperor You Ming fought with my mighty warrior in the Immortal Court."
Fu Ting said: "The fight between the emperor level and even higher level powerhouses, this world may be completely destroyed."
Yang Chong explained: "It's just that the two sides fought all the way, passing through Chongling World temporarily."
But even so, it also brought a catastrophe to Chongling Great World.
In the history of Chongling Great World, it was a stroke of rich ink and color.
Yang Chong's expression was a bit complicated: "Although he is an outsider, he must admit that the Great Emperor is the Great Emperor after all, and those who can be called the Emperor are really powerful."
"However, there was no intention left after the fight, and it actually condensed into a thought, which has been kept for the first time in the Chinese New Year."
He coughed dryly, but was unable to manifest the scene in his memory despite being seriously injured.
Yan Zhaoge said calmly: "I offended you."
As soon as he pointed at the opponent's forehead, traces of black air entered, and Yang Chong's eyes suddenly lost his focus.
Fu Ting was slightly startled: "...The Formless Demon Sutra?"
Quan Haolong and the others suddenly changed their colors, and saw a black light emitting from one of Yang Chong's eyes.
The black light and shadow condensed in the void, manifesting the image.
In the ruins of the valley, there is a haze, neither light nor dark.
In the haze, there was an image of a great battle, like a shooting star across the sky, sweeping across the sky and the earth.
If it was at the time of the war, Yang Chong would have no idea how the two sides were fighting.
But right now, in the ruins of the valley, there is only the breath left, and he can see it clearly.
Yan Zhaoge and the others could also see clearly.
The first thing that catches the eye is a somewhat familiar figure.
Dressed in black and white robes, with long black hair falling from the back, her eyebrows are pure white.
A pair of eyes, black and white are distinct, extremely pure, the whites of the eyes seem to radiate infinite light, but the black pupils are like an abyss.
Emperor Youming, Yin Tianxia. (To be continued.)