The Storm Rises Again

It starts slowly, but after ten chapters of about 20,000 words, it reaches climax one after another, making people unable to put it down. There is no strongest, only stronger, and passion is the main theme. Among the ruins of Zixiao Palace, chaotic energy surged like an angry wave. Leader Tongtian stood on the Immortal Killing Formation. The cold light of the four swords had long been dimmed. The twelve-level lotus platform around him was broken into ten pieces. The Qingping Sword was covered with spider web-like cracks. He looked at the golden light array of Ten Thousand Buddhas set up by the two saints in the West, and then glanced at the crumbling Biyou Palace behind him, with a cold smile on his lips. "Pangu created the world, and the Three Pure Ones have the same origin. How can there be branches of orthodoxy?" His voice shocked the world, but it was hoarse with a hint of exhaustion. "A poor Taoist establishes a cut-off religion. There is no distinction between teachings and all things can realize the Tao. What's wrong with that?" Chi You and Xing Tian also roared and broke away from the shackles of the black, yellow and purple energy. The black iron giant ax split the vines of the ginseng fruit tree, and the bronze trunk cut off the karmic fire of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. The barbaric evil energy soared into the sky, with the power of burning mountains and boiling seas. The four great Bodhisattva's Buddha's light surged. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva's pure bottle of sweet rain poured down, extinguishing the fire of karma in the sky; Manjushri Bodhisattva's vajra smashed at the Hunyuan Umbrella of the four demon kings, and actually smashed the umbrella that could swallow all things. The crack; Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's Treasure Flower bloomed, and the colorful rays of light protected the casualty disciple of the Sanxiu Alliance. Hongjun shouted angrily, raised his right hand slightly, and made a giant golden palm with three thousand heavenly talismans, and slapped it down on Su Chen's head. Wherever the giant palm passed, the space was shattered, Buddha's light and Dao Yun were crushed into powder, and even Lu Ya's immortal-killing flying knife was shaken and flew backwards. There is a black hand, a conspiracy, just to satisfy the grudges, that's all it feels like