First Son-in-law - Chapter 2047
Chapter 2039 Sacrifice to heaven
Passed the first level.
The Qianyuan monks were all excited.
Victory is not far away, and you will be able to counterattack after a while.
“Qian Yuan will win!”
Countless monks and creatures no longer panic.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, a unified will is gathered, which can be described as a united will.
“Stop them!” The Black Sky Demon Emperor was angry, and the Demon Emperor couldn’t come, instantly leaving the God and Demon fleet at a disadvantage.
“With us, don’t you want to cross the imperial prestige barrier!” The four great saints desperately burned their spiritual veins, violent imperial weapons, cooperated with each other, and fought a wheel battle, and stopped the attack of the holy king.
The battle cannot be opened.
Both parties are desperately burning their heritage.
Jinxian Great World is retreating, closing the front and guarding the Tianwai Xianshan Mountain.
“Are they persuaded?”
Many monks have such thoughts.
Qin Li was uneasy, revealing the mysterious pupil of the cave, bursting into golden light.
Through the chaotic battle, you can see the depths of the heavenly mountains, there is a ten thousand-foot white jade altar with plain-colored phantom chess inserted.
Obviously, they want to attract the Misty Emperor!
The King of Fantasy Dreams learned the lessons of the failure of the gods and demons, guarding the altar at all times, and staring closely at Qin Li, for fear of his sudden explosion.
“Oops!”
The Lord of the Sun and Moon was shocked in his heart:
“Qin Li, can you destroy the altar again?”
“Need to sacrifice a great sacred instrument.” Qin Li said the price.
All the people around him took a breath, and the price was too terrifying and totally unbearable.
“Besides, they are too far away. There are also the guardian of the holy king’s imperial artifacts. Even if they are sacrificed to the great holy artifacts, they will not necessarily destroy the altar.” Qin Li looked at the distant fairy mountain, worried.
at this time!
Holy sound came from ears.
As if the spring weather turns ice, Tusu sends warmth.
“Zhaomin in the world, if you hear my voice, you are a suffering creature!”
“I am the Great Sovereign who saves the suffering, sees the world and the suffering, hears all the voices, wants to exercise power on behalf of the emperor, builds merits, saves the people from water and fire, saves the fall of Qianyuan, calms the flames of the troubled world, and protects the peace of the world…”
Qin Li looked back.
The nine saints inherit the providence.
They exhaled and called out the sentient beings of Qianyuan.
This is the second step of sacrificing to the heavens. It is the will of the people to bear the will of Zhaomin.
“Sage, please save us!”
“We hate war!”
“I am innocent!”
…
Qianyuan three trillion creatures.
One person, one sentence, is the magnificent voice.
The strength of the wish that had traveled through the void instantly found the backbone of the main body.
I saw the aspirations of sentient beings turned into tens of thousands of rivers, each of which was vast and mighty, and the prayers of hundreds of millions of living beings were enough to give birth to a powerful **** king, and now Qi Qi gathered to the Conferred God Platform.
“Finalize!”
Great Sage Jiuxuan’s face was solemn.
All Saints sat around a ring, stretched out their hands, and put them on each other’s shoulders.
The aspiration of sentient beings is too terrible, even if there is no killing intent, just simply praying will have the power to destroy the world.
The nine great saints gather their forces and share the aspirations of sentient beings.
But it’s still not enough.
puff!
The holy blood spit out.
The nine saints suffered heavy losses.
Their bodies are bloated and swollen, almost turning into balloons.
How could a mere saint live in the expectations of the sentient beings in Qianyuan?
The red elephant saint felt like he was dying.
Seeing the sacrifice to heaven will fail.
“Don’t panic!”
The sound of the nine emperors struck.
Nine imperial artifacts appeared on the Nine Saints.
They burned their spiritual veins, revealed their emperor’s might, and shared most of the pressure.
“so far so good!”
Nine Saints frustrated like a ball.
They regained their original state and walked through life and death, with lingering fears.
Above the sky, the torrent of Wandao’s aspiration continued to flow down, attracted by the Conferred God Platform, and poured into the Nine Great Emperor artifacts.
“There is no danger!”
Qin Li couldn’t help but heaved a sigh of relief.
The second hurdle is over, and the last hurdle is the key.
at the same time.
The battle was in a stalemate.
The extraterritorial forces were stunned.
The saint, the great saint, and the saint king bombard the imperial barrier with all their strength.
As for the immortal mountain outside the sky, a plain white beam of light rushed into the sky, attracting the endless emperor’s prestige, making the radius of a million li tremble.
Qin Li looked solemn and wanted to stop, but it was too late.
A fairy sound pierced the Wonju battlefield.
“Finally to Qianyuan!”
Suddenly.
The billions of monks trembled.
The demon was even more scared like a quail.
Immortals and demons are not at the same time, his father hasn’t arrived, but the ethereal emperor has arrived.
“sister!”
“Welcome mother!”
The King of Fantasy Dreams, Beichen exquisitely shouted.
Above the altar, a hazy fairy shadow appeared, transcendence.
She is the incarnation of the Avenue of Clouds, her eyes are flowing and ethereal, and she pulls out the plain ethereal flag at will.
The Black Sky Demon Sovereign breathed a long sigh of relief: “It turned out to be the incarnation of the fairy cloud, the nine-layer holy rank, and not the real body of the great emperor. I am lucky in misfortune.”
As long as it is not the real body of the emperor, he can leave with Mo Yaoluo and others.
Qin Li’s palms were sweating.
The incarnation of Xianyun is not only a holy king, but also has the will of the great emperor.
To put it bluntly, her combat power far exceeds the ordinary Saint King, and even more terrifying than the Natural Saint King.
“Qin Li!”
The incarnation of Xianyun said.
Qin Li only felt his heart suffocated and his scalp numb.
Why does this exist? In the midst of the battle, I saw myself at a glance.
“You killed my little daughter, stole the fragments of “Supernatural Power”, and was selected by Linglong as the’love kind’. It’s really fate.”
Love kind.
Qin Li was at a loss.
Old Demon Dugu quickly explained:
“There is a great emperor’s “Tai Shang Wang Qing Qing” in the Great World of Immortals.”
“After practicing, it is pure and natural, reflecting everything, and the speed of cultivation is far faster than that of Tianjiao of the same level, and it is directed to the realm of the great emperor.”
“But if you want to be promoted to the holy realm, you need to go through the three stages of ruthlessness, affection, and forgetting. To put it simpler, it means to fall in love with someone, and then cut off, presumably Beichen Linglong chose you.”
Qin Li was stunned.
It turned out to be like this.
“Behind the affection, don’t have any calculations.”
It’s no wonder that Beichen exquisitely stood up high, but fell in love with himself.
And it’s just like a grieving woman, harassing endlessly, because if she is alive, she can’t be sanctified.
“Qin Li…”
Beichen Linglong was flustered.
She was afraid that Qin Li would know the truth and completely regarded her as an enemy.
“Yes, I’m stuck!” The Xianyun incarnation nodded, very satisfied.
“Qin Li, if you are willing to cooperate with my daughter’s cultivation, I can let you live for a while, lest Qian Yuan fall, and be the first to take you.”
Qin Li calmly said:
“Say it again, Qian Yuan will win.”
Chewing this sentence again and again has turned into a kind of belief.
The incarnation of the fairy cloud stepped on the eternal foot, despised the sky, did not attack the city, just watched from the wall, and sneered:
“Do you really think that a mere saint can sacrifice to the heavens!”
Qin Li was startled and turned away.
Holy city.
Conferred on the stage.
Everything came to the point.
Nine Saints and Nine Instruments carry the torrent of ten thousand aspirations.
“We would like to be transformed into a bridge, to inherit the will of heaven, and to connect the hearts of the people.”
The nine great saints and the nine imperial implements are also desperate, mediating the aspirations of sentient beings, and injecting them into the eyes of Qianyuan.
now.
There are many visions.
The sacrifice to heaven has come to the last step-Luo weaving merits.
Regarding oneself as a moral benchmark, a measure of justice, using one’s own little merits, turn them into thin lines to connect the great merits of the three trillion creatures.
“Take me as the standard, reward good and punish evil, think of me, glorious justice!”
The Nine Saints shouted.
The merit robes on them began to decompose.
It turns into filaments, goes deep into the void, responds to the expectations of sentient beings, connects their earth souls, and wants to form the unparalleled foundation of the world with the aspiration of sentient beings that are scattered in the sand.
Qin Li was taken aback.
There was a strange feeling in my heart.
“Is this how it feels after being connected?”
He has a sense of oppression inexplicably, it seems that there is a **** who is raising his head and looking at his every move.
Seeing everything, the incarnation of Xianyun couldn’t help but ridicule: “However, how do you connect with the three trillion creatures of Qianyuan?”
“As the saying goes, saving one person can get a trace of merit; and a trace of merit can only connect a hundred people!”
“If you want to connect the three trillion creatures of Qianyuan, you need at least 30 billion pieces of merit before you can successfully sacrifice to heaven!”
The Great Emperor Miu once offered sacrifices to the heavens and understood the difficulties.
Also as she said.
The nine saints are in trouble.
“After all, I overestimated my merit!”
The Scarlet Elephant Saint, the Great Sage of Tortoise Shou, is like a dry corpse, with the essence of being extracted, and the Great Sage of the Nine Profounds is slightly better.
“Is there no miracle, is it really impossible to establish a merit system?”
The Nine Profound Sacred Heart is as gray as death, with blood and tears in his eyes.
So far.
The last trace of merit is exhausted.
They did not collect the three trillions, which means that the establishment has failed.
“Failed!”
“Impossible, I don’t believe it!”
“Didn’t you say you want to save us? You liar!”
“You are not the savior, I clearly look forward to your greatness!”
Give people hope, tell him it’s impossible again. This is a devastating blow. The long river of wills boils instantly, full of anger, unwillingness, and hatred, forming a counter-attack that destroys the world, and the Holy King will also fall.
“Oops!”
The nine imperial artifacts hurriedly blocked.
Immediately there was an explosion of destruction, devastating millions of miles.
The sacrifices were all destroyed, the imperial artifacts were all cracked, the nine saints were hit hard, and the **** seal of the gods!
One hundred and eight groups of arrogance and arrogance were only affected by the aftermath and almost died!
Fortunately, the sacrificial vessel took off and prevented them from suffering.
As for the three thousand boys, eight hundred goddesses, and ceremonial officers…there is no such good luck, most of them died tragically, turned into blood and limbs, and turned the originally holy sacrificial square into a desperate hell.
“You lose!”
The incarnation of the fairy cloud has no joy or sorrow.
“Do not!”
“Qian Yuan will win!”
Qin Li gritted his teeth and squeezed his fists.
The Black Sky Demon Emperor laughed and said: “The sacrifice to the sky failed, and he was unable to return to the sky.”
Qin Li was full of enthusiasm, walked away from the sky, and approached the Conferred God Platform: “I want to sacrifice to the heavens personally, and turn the tide into a king, and turn the tide!”