Chapter 424: The Moon in the Sky
While answering Elder Tong's question, Zhou Tieyi's divine body had already absorbed a part of the Qiankun Seal of the Taihang Mountain Divine Power. Although he was unable to fully grasp the entire power for the time being, he was at least able to control the incomplete divine court that contained the remains of the Taihang Mountain Goddess.

The illusory portal of the Divine Court was opened. Outside the Divine Court was a river that had no beginning or end, darkness and boundlessness, like the night sky of the universe. The moment the portal of the Divine Court was opened, both Tong Lao and Zhou Tieyi's divine bodies saw this long river of history.

The surging river of history swept towards the two of them with unpredictable force, and at the same time rushed towards the divine corpse on the Dan steps!

"No!"

Tong Lao's voice trembled, he already understood the god's plan.

But it was too late to know it now. The endless river of history swept everyone away. Endless and unreasonable pulling force came from all directions, forming an extremely terrifying vortex, causing Old Tong to struggle desperately like a drowning man.

Although he only explored a section of his own roots into the divine palace, the attraction of the long river of history also came from the roots, and with its terrifying attraction, it entangled the spirit of Tong Lao on the top of Taihang Mountain.

When Old Tong was attracted by the long river of history, Zhou Tieyi, who wielded the power of the saintly way, of course wanted to help him. Zhou Tieyi waved at the long bridge of Yin and Yang of life and death that was blocked by the towering phoenix tree. The black and white Yin and Yang fish swam in the void and slid into Zhou Tieyi's palm, forming a chaotic Tai Chi Yin and Yang bracelet. With the blessing of the power of the saintly way, the Tai Chi Yin and Yang bracelet smashed with Old Tong himself who was entangled with the long river of history.

This old Wutong tree obstructed the Tai Chi Yin Yang Bracelet, a peerless magical weapon born from the will of the earth, from becoming a god. Now, it has been hit by this incomplete magical weapon. It can be said that it is justice and retribution.

Old Tong was like a drowning man who tried desperately to swim to the shore, but was hit by a club from behind. He could no longer resist the pull of the long river of history. All of his existence was swept up in the terrifying pull, and he sank to the bottom of the river in the terrifying spiral undercurrent.

And in the dark Taihang Yinshan Mountains, the towering sycamore tree was suddenly wiped out by a pair of invisible hands, leaving behind bare mountains and the kingdom of God that was about to fall apart.

What's even more terrifying is that the appearance and name of Old Tong in the memories of the kiln owners in the Kingdom of God who witnessed the entire war disappeared rapidly like fading ink.

The noise between heaven and earth just now turned into absolute silence at this moment, so quiet that everyone was a little dazed, and even began to doubt their own memories. However, the more they recalled, the more they could not outline the appearance of Mr. Tong, and they could only remember the general idea of ​​the whole thing.

"escape!"

In the divided kingdom of God, the kiln owners acted quickly. Needless to say, the outcome of the current situation was clear, and they turned into streams of light and fled in all directions.

Zhou Tieyi's gaze first fell on Hu Wenlang who was fighting with the Lord of the Prison Gate. Although Hu Wenlang had been trying to stabilize his mind, and because he participated in the construction of the Mingyue system, he was also able to obtain some blessings from the holy way as a support for his mind.

However, the fusion of the previous life was still happening rapidly. In Hu Wenlang's mind, a towering, glorious and majestic figure that reached the sky and the earth was flowing from the glory of "Wei Wu Zhushen Lu" and completely covered him.

Zhou Tieyi thought for a moment, and a colorful relic appeared in his hand. The sound of good and evil chanting continued in the relic, trying to create a pure and immeasurable Buddhist country. It was the relic that contained the Taoist tradition left by Monk Zhi when he passed away. Zhou Tieyi threw the colorful relic in his hand at Hu Wenlang. Hu Wenlang, who was still able to barely control himself, ignored the attack of the Prison Gate God and took the initiative to jump forward and merge with the colorful relic.

After the relic fell into the mind, it was like a huge scattering mirror, scattering the pure light of "Wei Wu Zhushen Lu" into seven colors, separating the omnipotent Emperor Wu of Wei and Hu Wenlang of this life, and temporarily blocking the idea of ​​Emperor Wu of Wei to integrate this life through "Wei Wu Zhushen Lu".

At the same time, Concubine Mo, who had already gotten rid of the Taihang Mountain divine power and regained her real name and had a foothold again, shouted to the Prison Gate God, "Go!"

The current situation is determined. Although the Taihang Goddess has lost the authority of Taihang Mountain, she has regained her real name. The Lord of the Prison Gate gritted his teeth, rolled up a divine light, enveloped Hu Wenlang and Mo Fei, and fled away in a light. Although he lost, he had many questions to ask Mo Fei, not to mention that Zhou Tieyi still holds the power of the Holy Way. If he does not follow Zhou Tieyi's instructions and escape with Hu Wenlang and Mo Fei, then he, a second-grade target, will be an easier target to attack than those third-grade ones.

Sure enough, when Zhou Tieyi saw the Lord of the Prison Gate carrying Hu Wenlang and Mo Fei away, he did not chase after him. Instead, he looked at the Mohist leader whose figure had become extremely thin in the bright moon.

Father Tian said in a voice that only Zhou Tieyi could hear, "I let Mo Jian go."

Zhou Tieyi was slightly stunned. He had just guessed what happened in Mo City. After Tian Fu finished speaking, he was sure that the reason why Mo City was unable to provide support just now was probably because of Mo Jian, a disciple of Tian Fu.

"He has achieved another first-grade path of the Mohist school, Ming Gui, so he can influence you through the Ming Yue system and the Netherworld. I let him go, partly out of my selfishness. After all, he has called me teacher for a hundred years."

Zhou Tieyi smiled at Tian's father and said, "Although the master has already seen the great way, it is human nature to love his child. If I meet him in the future, I will teach him a lesson on your behalf."

Although Mo Jian was a huge trouble left over, Tian's father's self-sacrifice and his unhesitating embarkation on an incomplete holy path were the key to victory in this war. How could he blame Tian's father's love for his son? What's more, if he wanted to deal with Mo Jian, he would probably need to consume the power of at least the other two holy paths. By then, he would have no means to fight against the Emperor of Daxia, so even if he were present, he would make the same choice.

Zhou Tieyi also made a promise to Tian's father that even if he met Mo Jian in the future and could show mercy, he would still do so.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhou Tieyi's promise, Tian's father no longer had any regrets in his heart. His figure continued to move towards the sky. This time, without the hindrance of external forces, the fullest moon also moved towards the sky and stood in the middle of the sky.

For a moment, the moon could be seen throughout the Taihang Mountains, both in the living world and in the underworld. The exaggerated moonlight covered an area of ​​5,000 miles, as if it were the real sun and moon in the sky. It was infinitely far away from the human world, and even the best people in the world could hardly reach it. But no matter where you are in the human world, you can feel the moon.

Father Tian completely sanctified this perfect moon phase, and at the same time left the last two strikes of holy power in the moon phase, giving it to Zhou Tieyi to use against the Emperor of Daxia.

(End of this chapter)