latelenovela Chapter 483 Taking You to Create the World!
Chapter 483 Taking You to Create the World!
The six saints' magical power was too strong.
The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation trembled and shook violently.
How could Yang Chan, Yang Jian, and Nezha withstand the magical power of Nuwa, who had the merit of creating humans?
Soon, his breathing became unstable again.
Her face turned pale, and the chill emanating from her body intensified.
Yang Jian felt his hand on Chan'er's back begin to grow cold, and tiny snowflakes condensed on his fingertips.
He looked at his sister with suspicion, his heart sinking slightly.
Maitreya watched as the saint's magical power suddenly surged into the sky behind him, vast and mighty, and quickened his pace.
Finally, just as Yang Chan was about to lose her grip on the Lotus Lantern, she arrived and saw Kinnara there, with Julusun on the ground. She asked:
"The West values fate in guiding people; what are you doing?"
Kinnara lowered his head.
Julusun was overjoyed to see Maitreya reprimanding the white-robed youth. He had long since reached a consensus with the Western Saints that after the investiture of gods, they would transfer their merits to other religions. Of course, he recognized this future successor of the Western religion and pleaded for help:
"Fellow Daoist Maitreya, please rescue this humble Daoist."
"See those two people ahead? That's Nezha and Yang Jian, the exceptionally talented individuals your master has long admired. Now that you're here, take them down."
Maitreya: ...
Kinnara shrugged.
Maitreya walked towards Julusun, and as Julusun's hopeful gaze grew wider,
Reach out and twist.
Gaba.
Ju Liusun's neck and skull bones dislocated, his eyes rolled back, and he instantly fainted.
Maitreya stood up, patted Kinnara on the shoulder, and began to preach with a smile:
"Before planting someone next time, knock them unconscious first."
"If word gets out, it will damage the reputation of the Western religion in helping people with affinity."
After saying that, he walked towards Yang Chan.
Ksitigarbha quickly stepped forward, wanting to take Yang Chan's place. But as soon as his hand touched the Lotus Lantern, it was bounced back by magic power, as if he were being pushed away. He frowned and joined Nezha behind him.
Maitreya followed.
At this time, Yu Ding Zhenren and Yun Zhongzi, who had failed to find Yang Jiao, also discovered this place.
They strode in.
Before they even got close, everything blurred before their eyes, and a young man in white stood before them. His clean face showed a guarded expression as he pulled out a shovel from behind his back.
Master Yu Ding's mouth twitched.
Yun Zhongzi couldn't bear to look.
The shovel was extremely ordinary, the kind that any ordinary farmhouse would have, utterly devoid of any special qualities.
As a renowned weapon refiner in the Three Realms, he had not seen such simple tools for tens of thousands of years.
The last time I saw them, the human race didn't have nations yet; they were all called tribes.
This demonstrates the backwardness of Western religions.
"We are Yang Jiao's friends."
After Yun Zhongzi finished speaking,
All I saw was the white-clad youth silently putting the shovel behind his back and standing aside.
They dared not delay. Since Maitreya and Ksitigarbha were both there, there was no need to hesitate any longer. They raised their hands and transferred their magical power to them.
Yun Zhongzi placed his hand on Maitreya's back, and his face turned pale.
That's powerful! It feels like I'm being drained dry.
Master Yu Ding placed his hand on Yun Zhongzi's back and hissed:
"What kind of magic weapon is so powerful? Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would tremble in fear."
With their addition, the light of the Lotus Lantern gradually expanded.
Nuwa's magic followed the hair ribbon on Yang Jiao's head.
Then,
There are more and more people here.
Lu Ya Daoist and Kong Xuan appeared as if they were gods descending to earth, raising their hands to gather power for them.
Master Yuding breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and saw that Kong Xuan had placed a brightly colored handkerchief under his hand behind his back, and asked somewhat awkwardly:
"Are Quasi-Saints this powerful? They feel uncomfortable even standing next to Grand Luo Golden Immortals?"
From behind Kong Xuan's tall figure, a delicate face appeared. Lu Ya Dao Ren's shoulders, strained from the exertion, began to leak black energy as he responded with complete agreement:
"A Quasi-Saint isn't as pretentious as a peacock."
Kong Xuan glanced sideways at Lu Ya Dao Ren's billowing black aura, which was almost suffocating his face, and his expression darkened:
"Be careful with your breath, you're getting my clothes dirty."
"At a time like this, you still care whether you look good or not?" Lu Ya Dao Ren laughed angrily, then turned to Yu Ding Zhen Ren and said, "See, the Great Peacock is really pretentious."
With the addition of two powerful beings at the Quasi-Saint level, the Lotus Lantern seemed to have finally gathered enough power to unleash its power, bursting open with dark green petals.
The wisps of energy flowed towards the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
With the help of magic, Yang Jiao cleared the blocked meridians in one go.
The Master of Heaven felt his sleeve being torn open.
This is a magical artifact, and the materials used are of a much higher grade than the defensive silkworm garment that Yun Zhongzi once stayed up all night sewing for Yang Jiao.
Yet, this immortal robe, which could withstand a blow from a saint, had its sleeves torn.
After the hissing sound.
The flower bloomed from the cuffs of the Tongtian Sect Leader's sleeves all the way to his arms, leaving his bare arms exposed to the air, while the strips of cloth on his sleeves fluttered in the wind.
Tongtian Jiaozhu: ...
I forgot to have my clothes divined before entering the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation; my clothes are about to face a calamity.
The Six Soul Banner fell out and stood firmly on the ground. After thinking for a moment, the Tongtian Sect Leader decided to put it into his left sleeve just in case.
Regardless of whether his sleeves are torn or not, let's hide Yang Jiao first.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.
The phantom of Hongjun Laozu emerged from the Creation Jade Disc, and looking towards the direction of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, he could actually feel the power of Pangu.
A hint of concern flashed in his eyes.
This aura was extremely faint. If he hadn't almost been one of the three thousand demon gods who died at the hands of Pangu, he would have thought he was mistaken.
Pangu existed before the creation of heaven and earth.
Even after the end of heaven and earth, Pangu still exists!
Hongjun Laozu calculated with his fingers, but there was no accurate information about Pangu's return to the Three Realms.
The figure disappeared above again.
Only one sentence remains:
"The Investiture of the Gods has not yet selected the primordial spirit that can complete the Jade Tablet of Creation. The Heavenly Dao is incomplete, so Pangu may return."
at the same time,
A faint light gradually appeared in Pangu's eyes, and Yang Jiao's figure gradually grew taller and larger.
However, Yang Jiao was all bark and no bite; how could the light of a firefly compare to the brilliance of the moon?
She lifted her eyelids
The Pangu God, whose full form was previously invisible to Yang Jiao, was now only a few sizes larger than her. Although there was still a gap, Yang Jiao was already several times larger than the Pangu Axe.
She said happily:
"Great God Pangu, I have mastered the Dharma Body of Heaven and Earth!"
The true Dharma realm.
Pangu looked at Yang Jiao with satisfaction, a barely perceptible trace of heartache flashing deep in his eyes.
His hand landed on Yang Jiao's head, patted it, and then he pushed her forward.
"Go, pick up the divine axe."
Yang Jiao obediently stepped forward. The axe was entirely black and had no fancy designs.
Grip the handle tightly with both hands.
I used all my strength to pull it out.
The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.
Yang Jiao gritted her teeth, feeling not the weight of the axe, but as if she were carrying the weight of heaven and earth.
Yang Jiao's innate superhuman strength was utterly insurmountable in the face of this axe.
"Good weight!"
Her face turned red.
She had never felt this powerlessness when she was a child, even when she went to the East China Sea to move the halberd or to the Dragon Gate.
The axe remained completely still.
"Hahahaha." Pangu suddenly burst into laughter.
Taking over Yang Jiao's position, he calmly lifted the axe with one hand.
Yang Jiao's eyes showed envy.
"Is this the power of Pangu?"
The Great Way of Power!
Yang Jiao was unable to lift the Heaven-Opening Axe, but Pangu laughed with particular satisfaction.
It can be confirmed that Yang Jiao is indeed her successor, as evidenced by the certification of the Dharma Body and the fact that the Heaven-Opening Axe did not reject Yang Jiao and directly shattered her primordial spirit into dust!
He laughed loudly and chopped hard on the axe handle with his other hand.
A deafening sound echoed from above.
The axe split into a smaller, illusory axe!
Pangu handed the smaller version of the Heaven-Opening Axe to Yang Jiao. She took it; it was quite heavy, but just the right weight for her to lift, and the size was perfect for her hand.
Pangu walked in front, carrying the axe that split the heavens on his shoulder.
Yang Jiao walked behind him, also carrying the small divine axe on her shoulder.
One was big, the other small, and they walked with confident strides, their steps in sync and their movements identical.
Yang Jiao at this moment resembled the fox in the Chinese folktale of "The Fox Borrows the Tiger's Power," completely shielded by the body of the Great God Pangu, feeling a sense of security enveloping her. She asked:
"Great God Pangu, where are we going?"
Pangu pointed his axe at chaos and said:
"I'll take you to create the world!"