Dharma Boat On the deck, the atmosphere fell into some kind of weird absurdity.
Zhao Qian was kneeling there, his mind going blank.
Even with all his poor imagination, he couldn't understand the thinking circuit of the group of people in front of him.
That's Heavenly Tide Immortal Dynasty!
He is the supreme overlord who rules Three Hundred Domains and has Great Luo Ancestor at his command!
Why did he become a "village bully" when it came to their mouth?
He wanted to roar and tell them that you have no idea what you are talking about. You bunch of mud-legged people from the lower world do not understand the weight of the four words Daluo Golden Immortal!
However, he didn't dare.
He could only hold these words tightly in his heart, not even daring to show a disrespectful look Divine Capital.
"It's interesting."
Nezha touched his chin, the impatience on his face disappeared, replaced by a hunter's excitement after seeing his prey.
"So, that Immortal Dynasty should have a lot of good stuff, right?"
Yang Jian ignored Nezha. His gaze passed through Dharma Boat and looked deeper into Abandoned Heaven Wasteland.
He is thinking.
According to Zhao Qian, Heavenly Tide Immortal Dynasty is a well-organized and hierarchical violent harvesting machine.
If Primordial World wants to gain a foothold or even develop in this cruel land, it will inevitably conflict with it.
Since conflict is inevitable, it is necessary to take the initiative.
"Junior brother Tongtian," Yang Jian suddenly said, "What do you think of the 'Daluo Golden Immortal' in this world compared to Primordial World's Sage?"
When Sect Master Tongtian heard this, a touch of aloofness appeared at the corner of his mouth, belonging to Swordsman.
"It's hard to judge without fighting."
"But if their 'Great Luo' also needs to rely on this world Heavenly Dao, then... there is nothing to be afraid of."
What he said was very plain.
But the confidence contained in it made Zhao Qian on the side feel frightened when he heard it!
Not enough to fear?
That's Daluo Golden Immortal!
It is a terrifying existence that has transcended the long river of time and is itself a Daoist master!
Who are these people?
Just when the disciples were discussing how to deal with a behemoth in an extremely calm tone.
No one noticed.
On the shore of the East Sea, inside the simple Daoist Temple.
Gu Changqing, who had been lying on the rocking chair with his eyes closed, frowned slightly, almost imperceptibly.
He opened his eyes.
Those eyes were as calm and deep as ever, as if reflecting the life and death of Myriad Worlds, but there was nothing there.
He did not go to see the disciples on Dharma Boat.
I didn't pay attention to that Heavenly Tide Immortal Dynasty.
His perception enveloped the entire Primordial World, as well as the vast surrounding Abandoned Heaven Wasteland.
He heard the wind.
I heard the flowing sound of Law.
In the distance, I heard some prying Divine Sense fluctuations hidden in the dark, belonging to the indigenous creatures of the wasteland.
I also heard... the discussions among the disciples on Dharma Boat, and the screams of fear in the prisoner's heart.
All kinds of sounds mixed together.
Very noisy.
Gu Changqing doesn't like noise.
He ascended the world and came to this new world in order to change places and continue his leisurely and Taiyang Qingjing days.
And not to listen to these, in his opinion, meaningless... noise.
He raised his hand.
It's still the same white, slender hand with well-defined joints.
Then, facing the void, he flicked his fingers casually.
There is no Magic Power fluctuation.
There is no Great Dao divine light.
Not even a syllable was uttered.
It's like, it just popped off a Dust that doesn't exist at all.
Above Dharma Boat.
Yang Jian is about to speak and give the first instruction.
But when he opened his mouth, he was shocked to find that his throat seemed to be completely sealed by an invisible force!
He can't make any sound!
It's not a simple gag.
But... the concept of his "voice" itself has been temporarily erased from the Law level!
He turned his head sharply and looked at the others.
The smile on Nezha's face froze. He opened his mouth as if he was saying something, but again, not a single word came out.
Sect Master Tongtian frowned, A Trace shock flashed in his eyes.
Three Xiao, Kong Xuan, Zhao Gongming...
All Temple disciples are "banned" at this moment!
Even Zhao Qian kneeling on the ground is the same.
He was still shouting crazily in his heart just now, but now he found that even the instinct to make a sound in Divine Soul was deprived of him!
Everyone looks like a character in a play who has suddenly pressed the mute button.
The whole world instantly fell into a weird and extremely... absolute silence!
What happened?!
There was a huge wave in everyone's hearts at the same time!
The first time they thought of the same person.
Master!
Only Master can do this in this way that they have no Principles of the Dao understanding of and cannot resist!
Yang Jian immediately calmed down and used Divine Sense to convey the message to everyone.
[It was Master who took action.]
Nezha's Divine Sense followed closely behind, with A Trace's grievance and confusion.
[Why? Did we say something wrong? Are we even banned together?]
A A Trace wry smile appeared on Sect Master Tongtian's face, and his Divine Sense sounded in everyone's minds.
[I'm afraid... we've made a noise to Master.]
Is it so noisy...Master?
As soon as this thought came out, all the disciples were stunned.
Here they are, discussing the life and death of the Immortal Dynasty, and planning for the future.
As a result, at Master...
Just, you think they are... a bit noisy?
At this moment, Yunxiao in Three Xiao suddenly seemed to sense something, and a touch of indescribable shock appeared on her gentle face.
Her Divine Sense is trembling with A Trace.
[No... it's not just us...]
[You... feel this wasteland...]
After hearing Yunxiao's reminder, Yang Jian, Tongtian and others immediately extended their consciousness to all directions, infinitely.
The next moment.
Even with their Dao Heart, they all took a breath... no, they even forgot the action of inhaling.
Their spiritual consciousness swept thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles, millions of miles, tens of thousands of miles...
Wherever spiritual consciousness reaches.
Those the Firmament aboriginal people of different shapes who were originally hidden under the black crystal earth, or in the huge bone caves, whispering and spying secretly...
Those crystal spiders with eight legs.
Those gray vultures that feed on Decay's vitality.
Those ghosts formed by the resentment on the ancient battlefield...
All, all, within this area, there are "The Firmament creatures" that have independent consciousness and can make sounds...
At this moment, everyone is deprived of the ability to speak!
Some of them clawed at their throats in horror, some hit the mountain wall crazily, and some roared silently...
The entire Abandoned Heaven Wasteland, with Primordial World as the center, is within a radius of tens of millions of miles.
It turned into an... absolute, silent, and mute realm!
But the creatures inside Primordial World are not affected at all.
Accurate.
Domineering.
No Principles of the Dao solution!
On Dharma Boat, Zhao Qian also sensed all this.
His worldview that had just been crushed was once again crumpled into a ball, and then completely burned into ashes.
He finally understood.
He finally knew what kind of existence he was facing.
I finally realized how ridiculous and how... ignorant my previous bragging and threats about the Heavenly Tide Immortal Dynasty were.
He collapsed on the ground, not even daring to Divine Sense.
There was only one last thought left in my heart, one that was so humble as to be buried in the dust.
Please.
Give me a pleasure.