Chapter 795 Old Man
Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow for thousands of miles and is covered with silver.
In the mountains, the future Sanqings practice diligently in the mountains and understand the Hongmeng Purple Qi in their hands.
The more they meditate, the more doubts they have in their minds.
How did Nuwa become a saint with the help of Hongmeng purple energy?
They only saw opportunities in the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but did not see how to become a saint.
Saint Hongjun didn’t even teach how to become a saint!
"It's strange, the Hongmeng Purple Qi only has the opportunity to become a saint, but it doesn't say how to become a saint. How did Nuwa become a saint?" Taoist Tongtian sat in seclusion and meditated, not knowing that his two senior brothers had Hongmeng Purple Qi.
The same goes for Taishang and Yuanshi, neither of them knew that the other had Hongmeng Purple Qi, so they both meditated in seclusion.
"Sage Hongjun didn't teach... could it be Senior Lin Fan? Impossible. Senior Lin Fan is only at the fifth level of quasi-sainthood, how can he know the method of becoming a saint?"
Putting aside his unrealistic thoughts, Tongtian Taoist walked out of the retreat.
His practice has reached a bottleneck.
After leaving the retreat, Taoist Tongtian saw Yuanshi and Taishang also leaving the retreat one after another.
"I have met two senior brothers. These two senior brothers are out of seclusion at this time. Have they encountered a bottleneck in their practice?" Tongtian asked.
The Supreme Being nodded.
"Ninth level quasi-sage, we have encountered a bottleneck. It is useless to stay in seclusion. It seems that if we want to break through, we can only wait until after the third sermon."
"I am also the ninth level of quasi-sage." Yuanshi replied.
"Maybe we don't have to wait for the third sermon. It would be good to go to Buzhou Mountain to see it."
"I think we should go into seclusion. We are practicing too fast. If we go out, I'm afraid we won't be able to reach Mount Buzhou," Tongtian said.
"Sage Hongjun gave out seven channels of Hongmeng Purple Qi, but now only two appear. Our cultivation has improved too fast, and if we are seen when we go out, they might suspect that Hongmeng Purple Qi is in our hands."
Sanqing looked at each other and saw doubt in each other's eyes.
"Could it be that you also have..." Tongtian couldn't help but said after seeing this scene.
The Supreme Being and Yuan Shi hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
"Nu Wa, and us... so to speak, the remaining two Hongmeng Purple Qi are most likely in the hands of Zhunti and Jie Yin.
"If this is really the case, then Lin Fan is too terrible."
"Why do you say that?" The Supreme Being and Yuan Shi both looked at Tongtian.
"You have forgotten that when we preached for the first time, we had no seats. Who took out the futon first? It was Lin Fan. He brought a futon for Nuwa, and then we took out the futon. Zhunti and Qingyin
You still borrowed the futon from me.”
When the Supreme Being and Yuan Shi heard what Tong Tian said, they thought about it carefully and suddenly gasped.
I didn't think it was anything at the time, but now when I look back, I realize that Lin Fan already knew about the opportunity to become a saint.
"Is Lin Fan a saint?"
No one can answer.
...
There are few stars in the moon, and Tianjian Peak is shrouded in the moonlight. The moonlight is as clear as water.
Suddenly, the clear moonlight changed, like a barrier, separating Tianjian Peak from the rest of Buzhou Mountain. The clear moonlight was no longer like water, but like a frosty blade.
The cold is coming, and the flowers and plants on Tianjian Peak are covered with frost.
Lin Fan took a step forward and left the hut.
As soon as he walked out, the hut was flooded with frosty sword energy, turning into ice crystals and dissipating.
"who!"
Lin Fan looked up and saw a figure as white as frost as snow.
He has white hair and a shawl, an old face, and holds a frost-white long sword. His strength is even more bizarre, unfathomable, and difficult to see clearly.
"Who are you? Are you looking for Saint Nuwa to ask about the way to become a saint? Saint Nuwa is next door. You are in the wrong place."
"I don't need the way to sanctification, I just need you to die and hand over everything you have! Kill!"
The frost-white old man didn't give Lin Fan a chance to speak, raised his knife and started killing.
"Saint soldiers, saint-level power?"
When the frost-white long sword came into contact with the Blood Demon Sword, Lin Fan was surprised and guessed the identity of the visitor.
Who else could it be besides the one from Zixiao Palace?
At this time, there were only two saints in the wilderness.
It can't be Nuwa, then it can only be the one from Zixiao Palace.
The force coming from the sword and the intention of the sword made Lin Fan fall back again and again.
Lin Fan should have taken one step ten thousand miles, but Lin Fan backed out at least ten steps and was still within the scope of Tianjian Peak.
Tianjian Peak is shrouded in a barrier and forms a realm of its own. The barrier does not break up and Lin Fan cannot get out no matter how far he goes.
"Your cultivation level is not at the fifth level of quasi-sage." The frost-white old man said, and he slashed out with his sword again.
The sword light suddenly appeared behind Lin Fan and slashed towards Lin Fan's neck.
"I never said that I was a fifth-level quasi-saint. I haven't encountered saint-level power in a long time. You reminded me of it." Lin Fan recalled, blocking the incoming sword with his long sword.
His combat power increased rapidly, reaching half-step saint level in an instant.
Be strong when you are strong!
When the frost-white old man heard this, his expression changed slightly.
"Memories? The first saint to appear in the ancient world was Saint Hongjun. Where do you get the memories? Or, you are one of the three thousand demon gods who were killed by Pangu when the world opened."
Lin Fan admired the old man's imagination.
Apart from the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, didn’t you think of anything else?
For example, Pangu!
"No wonder I saw the shadow of the sky-opening ax in your swordsmanship, frozen thousands of miles away!"
The light of the sword shines for thousands of miles, and the light of the sword shines all over the land thousands of miles away.
Saint-level power pours out, bringing up the chaotic wind. Everything that the wind passes by turns to ashes.
This is the power of wind, the power of destruction.
It's just the power of the wind, not the power of the sword.
The sword shines brightly, freezing in the white frost, sealing everything in ice.
Before the knife was close, Lin Fan seemed to feel that his thoughts were frozen.
"Nine Heavenly Sword Techniques, Heaven-Slaying Technique!"
When the sword from heaven comes out, there will be no regrets with one strike.
The sword comes with Fallen Heart Flame.
The power of the heart flame blooms, burning through the chaos.
The sword light broke through the sky and fell, and the wind it brought up struck with the wind brought up by the sword light, causing a terrifying explosion.
Immediately, swords and swords struck each other, cold and heat struck each other.
boom!
The impact spread, with frosty white and fiery red scattered everywhere.
Tianjian Peak sank hundreds of feet under the impact, the rocks collapsed, and countless exotic flowers and plants in the mountain were turned into powder under the impact of the energy.
"Blocked?!" The frost-white old man almost suspected that what he saw was not Lin Fan, but a saint.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the frost-white old man would have almost suspected that Lin Fan in front of him was Saint Nuwa in disguise.
"Xuan Bing Jin!" Another slash came out.
The only difference this time was that while slashing with the knife, he also slapped a palm.
The palm came out and brought out a cold current, which froze the entire Tianjian Peak.
"Nine Heavenly Sword Techniques, Heaven-shaking Technique!"
Lin Fan appeared in the Taiyi Immortal Chaos Golden Body, holding a sword to slash with one hand, forming the Immovable Seal with the other hand, and blasting out the Six Paths of Samsara Fist with the other hand.
The six-path reincarnation fist was blasted out, and the terrifying fist intention spread. Wherever the fist intention passed, there was no frost and cold, but only destruction.
The Tianjian Peak under his feet was cracked inch by inch under the force of the fist.
Swords struck each other, fists and palms struck, cold and heat struck. Tianjian Peak, which had been tempered by sword energy for a long time, could not bear it and cracked and collapsed.
In an instant, there was a roar, and the ten thousand-foot-tall Tianjian Peak turned into rubble and collapsed.
Lin Fan was quick, and the moment the mountain collapsed, the Chaos Bell rang.
The sound of the bell shakes the soul and breaks the golden body.
The old man was shocked by the sound of the bell as if nothing happened.
The old man blocked the impact of the Chaos Bell, but failed to block Lin Fan's Thousand Hands bombardment.
Thousands of hands struck the old man, only to see circles of light pop up on the old man's body, blocking the destructive power of the fist.
"Protective magic weapon?" Lin Fan activated his true power, and under the edge of his fist, the aperture kept flashing.
"You are indeed the reincarnation of the Chaos Demon God." The old man affirmed and was about to fight back.
At this moment, Nuwa's voice came from outside the sky and penetrated the barrier.
"finally found you!"
It looked like he had discovered a fun toy.
(End of chapter)
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