readsfreenovel Chapter 481 Reunion with the Great God Pangu
Chapter 481 Reunion with the Great God Pangu
Where's the cigarette?
The Tongtian Sect leader used his sword to deflect the flat crutch, a movement that caused his sleeves to open wide.
Instantly, thick smoke billowed out.
It splashed all over the faces of the three people.
cough cough.
Even the Primordial Celestial Venerable choked, and looking at his serious-looking junior brother, he covered his nose:
"Junior brother, your sleeves are practically on fire."
The Grand Master of Heaven calmly reached out, pinched two fingers on the cuff of his sleeve that was already tinged with sparks, severing the source of the fire, and said as if nothing had happened:
"Yes, it's gone now."
The Supreme Sage had never seen such a shameless leader of the Tongtian Sect. With a stern face, he spread his hands and demanded the person from him.
"Give me back my apprentice."
"Your disciple, you're asking me for him?" Tongtian Sect Leader looked puzzled.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable was delighted to see his eldest brother suffer a setback, as if he had indirectly vented his anger, and became pleased.
The Supreme Sage chuckled and said nothing more. He simply lowered his head and began to roll up his sleeves. Despite his seemingly slender frame, there were obvious muscles beneath his Taoist robes.
At this moment, the meridians bulge.
The Tongtian Sect Leader raised his eyebrows slightly and thought calmly:
"Yeah, I'm in a hurry."
He chuckled softly, then transformed into a beam of immortal light and vanished.
The Supreme Sage paused for a moment, looking at the Tongtian Sect Leader who was residing in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, then let out a low groan:
"This kid is becoming more and more reckless."
The Jie Sect was the most skilled in formations, and the Tongtian Sect Leader was the best among them. Since he entered the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, he had been connected with it by energy. As long as the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was not broken, he could go to any place inside the formation at will.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable curled his lips and said lightly:
"I don't know what kind of temper Senior Brother has. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to tolerate it."
The Supreme Sage was well aware that this was something Yuanshi had said intentionally, or perhaps he had been inflamed by someone adding fuel to the fire. His gaze wandered over the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
suddenly,
He raised his arm and said:
"Tai Chi diagram".
The scroll flew out and slowly unfurled.
Thousands of rays of light leaped forth, painting the landscape and sweeping across the myriad immortal formations. He lowered his eyes and whispered:
"Surround me with the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation."
Lock him up and find Yang Jiao.
Five-colored rays of light swept past at varying speeds, then floated up into the distance.
Upon seeing this from afar, Jieyin and Zhunti both saw joy in each other's eyes and began breaking the formation even faster.
The Guide Taoist asserted:
"It seems the Three Pure Ones are indeed at odds; even the Supreme Sage has resorted to using the Taiji Diagram."
Zhunti's Seven Treasures Tree grew rapidly, completely unaware that every time he used his magic power in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, it was absorbed by the formation.
Zhen Yuanzi, the Great Immortal, who hadn't been running around like a headless fly since entering the formation, stood quietly atop the mountain in a striking orange-red Taoist robe, the wind whipping his hair.
He kept turning the pages of the Earth Book in his hand.
A faint line ran between his fingertips, connecting him and Yang Jiao.
Several times Zhen Yuanzi was about to lose his composure, but he forced himself to calm down. He looked up and his sharp gaze pierced through the raised Tai Chi diagram.
Looking out to the sky, he whispered:
"Let's see how long you can hold out?"
It was like a contest with the Jade Emperor.
Within the formation, the magical power from all sides surged like a raging torrent.
Inside the sleeve of the Tongtian Sect Leader.
In the unique world where Yang Jiao was enveloped by the Six Soul Banner, the previous sparks of fire had been gradually transformed into fireballs by increasing magical power.
The fire blazed fiercely, and the temperature soared.
The Tongtian Sect Leader sat imposingly in the corner, his face ashen, holding up a magical fan to fan the air from his sleeve.
He would occasionally draw upon the magic power on the ground and infuse it into his body.
The fire intensified.
But Yang Jiao didn't feel hot; instead, she felt a gentle breeze occasionally blowing by.
A blurry scene unfolded before her, with shadows constantly shifting and moving.
Yang Jiao released her Primordial Purple Qi in one go, and a light purple, dazzling immortal mist landed on the fireball.
Like cooking oil over a raging fire,
It swallowed her whole with a bang.
Yang Jiao opened her eyes.
Before me lay a state of primordial chaos, everything blurred and indistinct.
Fortunately, she had prior experience and adapted quickly.
"The Great God Pangu!"
She shouted.
After the sound stopped, the huge figure that had been holding the Heaven-Opening Axe paused slightly, then sat down some distance away from her. His chest heaved rapidly, and after taking a deep breath, he put the axe aside before looking over.
Yang Jiao found it strange. Even though she couldn't clearly see the appearance of the Great God Pangu, she felt that their eyes were meeting at this moment.
It was like a conversation that transcended the limitations of time.
Pangu's expression softened.
"You've arrived."
Yang Jiao nodded, and hurriedly asked:
"Great God Pangu, you once said that we share the same origin, and that our unique cultivation Qi is due to you?"
Pangu lowered his head and looked at the tiny Yang Jiao in front of him, then beckoned:
"Come closer."
Yang Jiao immediately stood up and ran over quickly.
The closer they got, the more majestic the true form of the god Pangu became. From a distance, it looked like a mountain, but now that they were close, they realized that they were not even as tall as his feet.
Yang Jiao looked up and felt that the fog had become even thicker.
You can only see the knees of the great god Pangu by looking at them; any higher up, it's as if you're shrouded in a cloud of mist.
"Great God Pangu!" Yang Jiao put her hand to her mouth and shouted loudly.
Immediately, a large hand was placed down, palm facing up, with the lines on it resembling ravines.
Yang Jiao lifted her skirt and climbed up using both her hands and feet.
Subsequently,
The wind whistled, and the hand slowly rose. Soon, the face of the Great God Pangu finally appeared clearly in Yang Jiao's sight.
With thick eyebrows and big eyes, he exuded a heroic air; his handsome features were unconventional, his face resolute yet bearing the marks of time.
His eyelashes were thick and long, hanging down without any curl to conceal the emotions in his eyes.
His cheeks were covered with scattered scars, some of which had grown into pale pink new flesh, while others were still oozing bright red blood.
Yang Jiao looked at Pangu and felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
As if bewitched, she raised her hand.
Pangu paused, lowered his head slightly, and placed his hand in hers.
The rough touch brought Yang Jiao back to her senses, and she exclaimed in surprise:
"you……"
As Yang Jiao gazed into Pangu's deep eyes, a strange sense of attraction between people of the same origin suddenly arose.
This feeling is very strange.
Logically speaking, the Three Pure Ones were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, but Yang Jiao did not feel such a strong impact when she saw them.
Pangu composed himself, and as if to dispel Yang Jiao's doubts, asked her:
Are you strong?
The person most qualified to speak on whether Yang Jiao was strong or not is Yang Tianyou, who has suffered from his daughter's innate superhuman strength since she was born.
Thinking back to how she used to beat her father until he coughed up blood, Yang Jiao replied:
"big!"