Overgod Ascension

The origin of the world is limited.

Those who practice transcendence, whether they follow the path of immortality, martial arts, Sanskrit, Confucianism, witchcraft, or the other three thousand avenues, will eventually reach the same destination through different paths, and they will inevitably involve the original force of the world and even the origin.

Although the world itself can also capture the force from chaos, it is better if there are fewer practitioners. Once there are more, they will be like locusts. Who can hold on?

Therefore, every once in a while, there must be a catastrophe that reduces the number of cultivators and even other living beings! This is the backlash of asking for too much from the world!

In the world of the Western Regions of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the catastrophe has been determined. It is like a list of gods. The 365 gods must die in this number, and no one is missing.

What the Three Ancient Gods and the Five Religious Ancestors are fighting about now is the issue of their respective talents.

Brahma God wants a great catastrophe to happen in the Middle Earth. If more immortal cultivators die, the Buddhists in the West can preserve their vitality.

But Wu Ming and other Taoist masters naturally want to divert the trouble to the west, let the Brahma Sect flow into a river of blood, and preserve the seeds of immortality.

The competition between these two sides is related to the future of the great teaching, so don't be careless!

After listening to what Wu Ming said, Brahma God remained silent.

Seeing this, Wu Ming smiled again: "God Brahma, although you are in charge of the great religion, we have the ancestors of the five religions in China, and there is also the Haotian Jade Emperor, a high god with strong Qi. It is God's will that the catastrophe will turn west. Why would you go against nature?"

As the author of the Records of the Western Regions of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu Ming can say bluntly that no one in the entire world knows the future direction better than him.

And this is actually the case.

Even if he doesn't know the destiny, if there is an ancient god among the five ancestors of Middle-earth religions, how can the other two ancient gods be able to compete?

Although, these six people are not of the same mind. Once the disaster is diverted to the west, they will inevitably turn against each other and plot against each other.

"Amitabha!"

The Brahma God pondered for a long time, with a look of compassion in his eyes. Knowing that he could not compete with Wu Ming, he retreated with a flash of golden light.

"Now is not the time. When the catastrophe is intense in the future, I might have to have a fight with this god..."

Wu Ming watched this god leave with deep eyes.

…

Another place.

In the void, the sound of Buddha chanted and roared, turning into a scene of a pure land, but the front was blocked by a large group of light.

"God of Light!"

Brahma God emerged and looked at the figure in the light ball: "The disaster has been determined, it will happen in the west, and it is irreversible!"

"I said, I am here to bring light to believers!"

Infinite light shines around the God of Light, and his voice is deep: "Although the magical power is unmatched by the gods, it is not irreversible!"

With a casual move, several light curtains emerged, inside which were several waves of activities of reincarnators.

"This wave of strange people, whose destiny is not revealed, and whose fortunes are mixed up, is a big variable... but they all gather around the son of fate. If they can be guided a little, they may be able to turn the tables!"

"Amitabha!"

Brahma God closed his eyes tightly and said after a long time: "God of Light, your foundation is located in the far west. I, the Buddha, mostly established his country in the Western Region. Even if there is a deflection, it is difficult to complete the egg in the catastrophe, so we must prepare in advance. Already..."

He didn't answer any more and went away in a careless moment.

"Has this Brahma God...discovered it?"

The infinite light on the God of Light flickered, and a winged shadow suddenly flew out and disappeared.

Immediately, there was a flash of purple energy around them, and the figures of two Dao Lords emerged: "God of Light, if you are not preaching in the far west, why do you come to our Great Zhou Dynasty in the Middle Earth?"

…

"Praise be to my Lord, Lord of all light!"

What was sent out by the God of Light with his great supernatural powers was a blond-haired, blue-eyed angel with a pair of feather wings, who suddenly appeared in the sky of Xijing.

"The mission my Lord gave me is to find those people who confuse the destiny and disrupt the destiny..."

Six of the three ancient gods and five religious ancestors all want the great tribulation to start in the west. This is destiny! This is the general trend!

Even if the Brahma God and the God of Light are dissatisfied, they can only gradually change their path.

However, God’s will cannot be violated! Once established, how difficult is it to change?

As soon as this angel escaped from the disaster and spread his wings, he attracted someone's attention.

"Chirp!"

Above the nine heavens, a huge black shadow cut through the sky, suddenly landed, and turned into the appearance of a Taoist, holding a gourd in his hand. He was the immortal who had listened to Wu Ming's sermon and got the treasure by luck.

"unlucky!"

He looked depressed: "I was lucky enough to get Dao Lord's treasure, but it was decorated by Wuguangxian and Yaolixian. It's not because Wuhexian has the magical power of flying that he will be killed... Even if this is the case, Donghai can't Go back again!”

This Immortal Wuhe is a spirit from a different species. He listened to the sermons day and night in the mountains outside the mountains, so he was lucky enough to succeed in cultivation. His true body is a strange crow from ancient times, but he was born with several magical powers of flying, and he is quite good at saving lives. Then we came to the sky above Xijing.

"I've heard for a long time that the Great Zhou Dynasty in China is a kingdom in the heavens. These men and women are all very white, tender and smooth. It really makes people drool at the sight of them!"

After all, Wuhexian is a spirit of a different kind, and his wild nature will not change: "I will catch a few to eat some other day. I heard the black bear spirit said that when it comes to cannibalism, warriors are the most chewy, and young ladies and young masters from our wealthy families are the best. It’s thin skin and tender meat…”

It disappeared without a trace, and accidentally saw the huge capital city below, with great joy on its face.

"Okay! If you don't want to, just come to the imperial city. The poor man will show you some surgical skills at will. The emperor will be stunned for a while, and he will be granted the title of Imperial Master or something like that! Eh? What are you doing, honey?"

At this moment, the Yuan Magnetic Seven Killing Gourd in his hand shook, and suddenly several rays of sword light were released, tearing apart the clouds in the sky, revealing the angel who had just run out.

"Where did the birdman come from?!"

The feathers of Wuhe Fairy are pure black. Seeing the white wings of this angel, I feel particularly displeased. Before I see my treasure, I have discovered the other person's whereabouts. I just don't do anything. I just open my big hands and fill the sky with black feathers. It formed like a cage, surrounding the white-feathered birdman.

"Monster!?"

The birdman was shocked. His feathers flickered, and several rings of light appeared behind his head, emitting infinite light.

"Tsk tsk... The method is good. If it weren't for this treasure, I, Wuhexian, really wouldn't be able to defeat you!"

After all, Wu Hexian had also listened to Daojun before. At this time, he had some vague guesses and bowed solemnly to the gourd: "Please turn around, dear!"

Poof!

The seven-kill gourd shook, and the star power fell from the sky, turning into seven cold long swords, forming a seven-star sword array, which happened to surround the birdman in the middle. Several rolls of star power immediately disturbed the white light and routed the army. , and then seven flying swords stabbed rapidly, breaking through the birdman's defense in an instant, bringing out golden blood.

"Gulu!"

Wuhexian laughed when he saw it, and suddenly he appeared in person. He stepped forward and swallowed the birdman in one bite. He turned back to his human form and touched his belly: "The taste seems to be chewier than that of a martial artist, and even worse than that of a wealthy lady." It’s a bit smoother and tenderer, but it’s a pity that I swallowed it too hurriedly and didn’t taste it carefully..."

After the Yuanci Seven Killing Gourd showed its power and killed the Birdman, it returned to its ordinary appearance and fell into the hands of Wuhexian.

Immortal Wuhe was overjoyed when she thought about it: "No matter how much I sacrificed it before, this treasure was always separated from me by a layer, but now I can easily break the restriction and use it for my own use..."

Just looking at Xijing below, his face turned worried again.

"Why did this baby act like this as soon as he killed the birdman... Could it be that I was hiding in a certain Taoist master's plan..."

When he thought of this, his hair suddenly stood up, and he did not dare to go to Xijing to plot to deceive the emperor. He fled away like a whirlwind of wind.

…

"fate!"

Although no one saw this scene, both Dao Lord and the Ancient God felt it and sighed quietly.

"How God's will favors Middle-earth..."

The God of Light faced the two Dao Lords and sighed silently in his heart: "Six of the eight great powers are related to the Middle-earth. I, the two gods from outside the territory, even have a little influence, have such twists and turns!"

"The great catastrophe has started in the west. It is inevitable. We can only retreat for the time being and wait for the people in the Middle Earth to be divided..."

Since the great catastrophe of heaven and earth has occurred, it will inevitably involve the children of each family.

In the past, if the calamity happened in the Middle Earth, Dao Sect and Da Zhou would suffer heavy casualties, so the ancestors of the Five Religions and the Haotian Jade Emperor temporarily joined forces.

It's not even possible to talk about joining forces, but they just have a vague goal. The two gods of the west are defeated, so that the great disaster will come to the west, and the vitality of Middle-earth will be preserved.

But then, without even provocation, these six great powers will split from each other.

After all, there was no time for them to unify in the first place, and although the great catastrophe of Middle-earth has weakened, someone still needs to resist it. The calculations and intrigues are doomed from now on.

"fate……"

The God of Light sighed quietly, turned into infinite light, and left suddenly.

The two Dao Lords watched silently, but did not make any move.

…

A few days passed again, in the imperial city.

"Your Majesty summons the new Kogonshi!"

Accompanied by the shrill voice of the eunuch, the tributes, who had already rehearsed the etiquette many times, walked into the hall excitedly, with their eyes lowered and not daring to squint.

"Saint be safe!"

Zhang Tianxiang followed among the many tributes, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times on the golden steps in front of him, and paid homage, showing a very calm expression.

"I'm free of charge!"

A voice as clear as jade came from above, and the tributes bowed again and then got up.

For some reason, Zhang Tianxiang felt that there were far more eyes looking at him than other colleagues, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

Li Mao, who was sitting on the dragon chair, nodded, and an old eunuch next to him immediately shouted: "All the tributes, please take your seats!"

There were hundreds of small seats in the main hall, and the civil and military officials nearby were invigilators, and the emperor was watching in person. Under such pressure, some of the stage-frightened tributes immediately trembled, even if they had thousands of brocades in their chests, they could not write. A little out.

Zhang Tianxiang calmly focused his attention and looked at the examination paper. He saw that the title was "On the System of the Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Proved by Today's Situation", and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Nowadays, scholars like to talk about classics, poetry, and even metaphysics, but not many like the art of war.

However, he dabbled a lot because of his hobbies, and it was as if it was tailor-made for him.

But for some reason, as soon as he started writing, he suddenly felt a gaze penetrating through him again. His hand trembled, a large mass of ink spread out, and cold sweat slid down his forehead...