Has even "Shinto" appeared?
Mo Nan's brows were furrowed deeply. He could imagine a scene: In the vast heaven, two huge ancient characters "God" and "Demon" were flying in a straight line from the two extreme directions.
Seen from a distant high altitude, they must all be invincible across the mountains, and they are bound to alarm the entire heaven and all races.
If, when these two ancient characters are close to Tiandi City, even, "Avenue of Gods and Demons" directly collides with each other!
what happens?
"Ji Futu, why are you messing with the situation like this?" Mo Nan couldn't help but muttered.
At first he thought that what Ji Futu did was just to hold the Three Thousand Ways in his own hands and lead the Thousand Years Way to the Tuntian Clan, so as to truly control all the clans in the Heaven Realm, but now it seems that this Isn't his move too shocking?
The Tuntian Clan originally controlled all the clans in the Heaven Realm, so is it necessary for the "Historical Records of the Emperor of Heaven" to make such a strong contribution? How would they feel when all races were played with like this?
Looking at the dense crowd of cultivators and the huge "mo" character, Mo Nan suddenly felt like a drop in the ocean deep in the ocean. In front of the vast universe of thousands of clans, the eternal Dao luck, and the long road of cultivation, all their practitioners are too small!
In the end, who can survive the stormy waves?
But the situation in front of him did not allow him to think about it.
"Commander, what are we going to do? This is the 'Demonic Dao', do we want to do it too?" At this moment, even Luo Xuanji was a little unsure about paying attention.
If it's an ordinary avenue, they don't have to think about it at all. But this is a magic way!
Around the tens of thousands of meters of huge magic characters, densely packed cultivators are galloping. Most of them are magic cultivators, and they all want to come to experience the purest source of magic.
Rumble!
The origin of the magic way crushed a huge mountain top. Some ferocious beasts were too greedy and just crazily absorbed the magic energy beside the mountain top.
But it is still impossible for cultivators to follow. From a distance, it looks like a vast number of ants crawling under a big cake that is several stories high.
"Regardless of the origin of any Dao, it must not be obtained by the Tuntian Clan!"
Mo Nan spoke loudly, and shouted at those cultivators who hadn't recovered from the shock: "It's not the magic way itself that kills! It's the people who use the magic way! Don't disperse, everyone, feel the magic energy first, and obey orders !"
"yes--"
"Okay! Okay!"
"Understood, my great commander!" The answers of the cultivators were all messy, and their minds were all on the magic word.
Mo Nan's expression darkened. He knew what prohibition was, and what it was to establish authority, so he immediately shouted, "Do you understand?"
His voice was full of overwhelming anger, as if he was about to explode at any time!
The cultivators all trembled, paused, and then answered in unison: "Understood!"
Only then did Mo Nan nod his head. He also knew that he didn't have much merit and was qualified to suppress them. Now this is very rare!
When he watched the locust-like cultivators rushing forward together, an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.
Ji Futu, what on earth are you going to do?
"If you want to blame, blame yourself. I didn't teach you how to be a man and an emperor at the beginning!"
...
Swallow the ancient capital!
The terrified Heavenly Emperor City was already shrouded in glowing avenues of origin at this moment.
In all parts of the heavens, the source of the Dao that thousands of cultivators scramble for is actually placed here like stools and chairs, and no one pays attention to it at all.
At this moment, Ji Futu was standing on the top of the sacred mountain, with his hands crossed over his chest, looking at the starry sky with his lightning-like eyes. It seemed that the starry sky was full of mystery, attracting all his attention.
I am afraid that only the Emperor of Heaven can treat this situation so calmly!
A cultivator wearing black law enforcement clothes quickly appeared on the top of the sacred mountain. His name was Cheng Zhiming. After the accident of King Youdu, he was one of seven people who shared the main duties of the law enforcement envoy.
"Sir, pay homage to the Emperor of Heaven!" Cheng Zhiming looked at the back of the Emperor of Heaven, his heart trembled. Just standing here, the number one person who ruled the heavens, was enough to make people unable to think of any resistance.
At the same time, Cheng Zhiming also knows that right now, at this very moment, the entire heaven is in dire straits, civil wars among all races, blood flowing into rivers in order to fight for the origin of the avenue, and it is the Tuntian clan who created all this with one hand, and it is the people in front of them. This god.
As for him, at this moment, his whole body is radiant, majestic, entwined with divine power, and spotless!
As if all the massacres in the heaven had nothing to do with him!
Ji Futu moved his body lightly, and his divine power turned around him. He looked at the origins of the avenues in Tiandi City, and said in a deep voice: "As a law enforcement envoy, look down from here, what do you see? ?”
Cheng Zhiming's heart trembled. He didn't expect that the Emperor of Heaven would ask such a question, but he still replied immediately: "The might of the Emperor of Heaven is as powerful as ever! Most of the Three Thousand Ways have been surrendered, and I believe that it won't be long before the rest can be collected! When the time comes, The Tuntian Clan will be able to rule the heavens better and benefit all races! This is the time to celebrate!"
After Cheng Zhiming finished speaking, he glanced at the back of the Emperor of Heaven, and the world was terribly quiet for a while!
a long time.
Only then did Ji Futu shake his head lightly, and said slowly: "You didn't tell the truth!"
"Ah? This, I'm telling the truth!" Cheng Zhiming's forehead was dripping with sweat.
Ji Futu's eyes were a little indifferent, and he said, "If King Youdu is here, what would she say?"
Cheng Zhiming was even more sweating when he heard the words. King Youdu is a taboo for everyone at present. King Youdu ruled the law enforcement envoy, took charge of the laws of heaven, and acted for the heavens, but in the end he betrayed the Tuntian clan. It can be said that beheading Ji The culprit of Young Emperor Changhao is King Youdu.
Now the Emperor suddenly asked, how would he answer?
Ji Futu seemed to be sighing, and said: "Three Thousand Ways, return to the beginning! Those who can control the Three Thousand Ways, from ancient times to the present, have only been tried by the destroyed Dragon Clan! Now, I want to take over the Three Thousand Ways... Then, the ten thousand races in the heaven Half of the races will fall and be exterminated because of the killing and scrambling! The great rivers and mountains will be smashed, the heavens will be chaotic, and the law of inheritance will be lost, and no one will inherit it! The original ten thousand races came to court, and they must be destroyed once!"
He turned around slowly, his eyes urging like the sun, looked heavily at Cheng Zhiming, and said in a deep voice: "The Tuntian clan has ruled the heavens for thousands of years. All sentient beings will definitely remember——Ji Futu beheaded all the clans in the heavens! He single-handedly created the destruction of the heavens!"
bang——
Above the sky, there was a divine thunder blasting, billowing into the distance!
Cheng Zhiming's heart was also indescribably shocked. As a law enforcement envoy, he naturally knew how many races hated the Emperor of Heaven. He always thought that the Emperor of Heaven didn't know all this, but now it seems that the Emperor of Heaven knows and understands the feeling very well , and at the same time - this Heavenly Emperor doesn't care at all! In the eyes of the Heavenly Emperor, the life and death of ten thousand races, whether they be exterminated or not, is not comparable to the smashing of great rivers and mountains!
What kind of feeling is that?
Suddenly, he somewhat understood what King Youdu had been teaching in the past!
After Ji Futu said this, he seemed relieved, his tone changed, and he said: "I entrusted you with one thing - to go to the Martial Tribulation Domain and retrieve the Ten Thousand Desolation Splitting Empty Arrows belonging to your law enforcement envoys!"
Ten Thousand Desolation Splitting Empty Arrows?
Cheng Zhiming knew that this was the imperial decree of the Heavenly Emperor, he dared not disobey, and immediately saluted: "Minister, obey the decree—"
Ji Futu stopped talking, raised his head again, looked at the nine-day starry sky, and murmured:
"Wait for me to grasp the Three Thousand Ways, may I ask, are you qualified?"
...
Boom!
The big character "Mo Dao" once again crushed a huge forest, and where it passed, there was really no grass growing!
Many cultivators came to report to Mo Nan that there was no way to shake this terrible "demonic way"! Many cultivators of the magic way just absorb the magic energy to make their magic formulas and supernatural powers more perfect, and they can't take the source of the magic way as their own at all!
Mo Nan couldn't do anything for a while, and his thoughts were all on Su Liusha's body, and he was still racing against time to take off Su Liusha's mask.
Just at this time.
Suddenly, the magic voice sounded.
Zheng! ! !
As soon as the magic sound came out, many cultivators who followed the "Demon Way" fell down one after another, as if they had been electrocuted.
bang bang bang!
"Ah... this is a magic sound attack!"
"Damn it, with such a terrifying magic sound, could it be that the Canglan Qin Demon has come? Pooh, my stinking mouth—"
Zheng——
When many cultivators covered their ears and fled, they suddenly saw the figures of luthiers appearing in the void. And a man in the middle is extremely dazzling, haunted by magic sounds, and has infinite power. His long hair has fallen to his thighs, but his face is gloomy. There is no piano in front of him, but the magic sounds keep coming from his body. sounded.
It seems that in the world, every plant and tree can be played for him!
clank! !
All of a sudden, almost all the cultivators couldn't bear it, and fled away one after another.
The huge "magic" character also became "free" all of a sudden, revealing all its appearance.
Mo Nan frowned when he heard these magic sounds. He reached out and took out a guqin from the ring, and played it!
Zheng!
Before the third strike, an invisible wall of sound had formed around him.
The cultivators of his alliance all exclaimed in surprise: "Haha, I didn't expect our commander to have such a skill!"
"Tsk tsk, they are going to run away, even if we can still be here, it really is different!" Many cultivators showed complacent expressions.
The Black Dragon Empress looked a little displeased, and said, "Shut up all of them—the music here will definitely attract the attention of the Canglan Qin Demon, don't disturb the commander to find a way!"
Sure enough, before he finished speaking, a group of luthiers turned their heads and looked over.
Canglan Qinmo was also concentrating on looking at the word "magic" at first, but when he heard this fairy music, he couldn't help but let out a soft "huh", and then looked over, "Oh~ so it's the Lord of the Demonic Land!"
Mo Nan was not surprised that Canglan Qinmo knew him, because of Yan Qingsi's relationship, it was unexpected that Canglan Qinmo already knew of his existence. Moreover, Mo Nan is more aware of Canglan Qinmo's temper. Now the fairy music he plays is exactly what Canglan Qinmo likes, so it will not cause collisions.
Mo Nan also said in a loud voice: "I thought Canglan Qinmo was dismissive of everything, and now he wants to join in the fun?"
"Hahaha~ The origin of the Three Thousand Great Ways, such a grand event through the ages, is it just excitement in the eyes of the Demon Lord?" Canglan Qinmo suddenly looked at the Guqin in Mo Nan's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Devil Lord, forgive me I take the liberty, who taught you this fairy music?"
Mo Nan smiled and thought to himself, this was created by Laozi and Qingqinghan thousands of years ago! You have been jealous for a thousand years, do you still remember it? However, thinking of Qing Qing Han, he couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart.
Mo Nan's eyes lit up, he remembered something, and suddenly said: "Please forgive my presumptuousness, Canglan Qin Demon, can you do me a favor?"
