Chapter 63 Perfection of the Law of the Great Way

Outside, Lao Meng looked at the confused Song Hua, grinned, showing a row of white teeth, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that."

I was dying inside. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't because my physical body was gone and I still had my soul.

Even the soul is not immune, it is directly refined, filled with laws, and makes its own great laws perfect.

He dared to say that the current self could defeat at least five of his previous selves.

Crack!

In the furnace, Song Hua's bones were broken, and the flesh and blood were covered with glass. The bones were on one side, the flesh and blood was on the other side, the skin was on the other side, and the spirit was on the other side.

But he could feel the pain on one side, and several different pain sensations kept stimulating him.

His soul was roaring and increasing. It was constantly shaking, splitting and then being put back together by the law.

This kind of pain is unimaginable to outsiders. It is worse than being beheaded many times. I wish I could kill myself immediately.

Not long after he had just received the Soul Condensation, he once again suffered more pain than when he was condensing the Soul.

"Here we come." Song Hua put on his clothes, took out a 1.8-meter sword, and pointed it at Meng Tianzheng from a distance.

He could feel that the Great Dao in his body was complete, and his strength had improved a lot.

Meng Tianzheng's white hair was dancing wildly, his green clothes were swaying, and two scimitars appeared in his hands. The energy of yin and yang surrounded him, forming a Tai Chi shadow behind him.

Moreover, the formation has always surpassed one's own strength, which is undeniable.

Meng Tianzheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, picked up the fairy grass on the ground, hung it in his mouth, tilted his head slightly, the sword air passed by his ear, and he raised his eyebrows at Song Hua provocatively.

The soft moonlight filtered through the woods, and a leaf slowly floated down under the influence of the two people's energy.

"boom!"

His cultivation also broke through in an instant, and a ball of white fairy fire burned his whole body, a double training.

How strong the formation is depends on itself. If you are strong, even an ordinary formation can exert its ability to destroy the world.

Shi Hao only used Three Thousand Ways to ignite the divine fire, but he could also cultivate immortal energy.

Meng Tianzheng bared his teeth when he saw this scene. When he saw this scene, the severe and terrifying pain seemed to reappear, making his whole body feel as if ants were crawling all over him, and he had goosebumps.

Seeing this scene, Song Hua endured the severe pain and directly ignited his own flesh and blood, ignited the divine fire with his blood energy, and finally refined his immortal energy to restore himself with the help of the treasures here.

"Come on, try your hand." Meng Tianzheng raised his index finger towards Song Hua.

"Forget it, I'm tired, let's not fight anymore." Meng Tianzheng put away his scimitar, lying on a plain, looking at the bright moon in the sky and the fairy energy around him.

Song Hua didn't look back. He turned his hand and a gorgeous iron fan appeared in his hand. He didn't open it. He just put the fan against his ear without making any movement.

The magic medicine in the furnace kept keeping him alive, preventing him from dying here. Although he couldn't die, Song Hua wanted to die even more now.

"ah"

The sword energy suddenly erupted, and the sword energy, which was dozens of meters long, stabbed Meng Tianzheng between the eyebrows.

Time has lost its meaning to him now, because every second he spends here seems like an era has passed.

"You've tricked me." Song Hua looked at Meng Tianzheng speechlessly.

With the breakthrough of the realm, the runes on the sky also began to ignite. A large transparent sea of ​​​​fire flooded Song Hua, and the bones and flesh were roasted and melted. The soul was disintegrated and fused many times. Immortal runes appeared on the Origin Avenue and slowly appeared.

A fairy spirit.

Song Hua instead ignited the flesh and blood and the runes of the Immortal Realm Avenue. Of course, these Immortal Realm Avenue runes were in the furnace, because they were meant to be absorbed into his body.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, it looks like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are creatures dancing on the moon, fairies dancing, and even palaces.

The first immortal energy, the maternal energy, cannot be used and may even disappear.

The surrounding leaves rustled, the moonlight in the sky was bright, the fairy spirit was rich and ethereal, and the two people faced each other in the open space.

The two fought for a long time, but there was no winner. At most, Meng Tianzheng lost half a move.

After all, once the formation is set up and creatures of the same realm enter, don't even think about breaking the formation on your own.

Song Hua howled loudly and struggled violently, wishing to die immediately.

"I seem to see my grandfather waving to me." Song Hua let out a weak wave of consciousness.

He has long thought about how to go in the future, using his own essence and energy to cultivate immortal energy, because immortal energy also represents essence and energy.

The harsh sound of metal cutting came, strings of bright sparks flew out from Song Hua's ears, and the sharp scimitar cut directly.

This is something you do involuntarily. Once your life is in danger, you must improve your realm or strength.

He now dares to say that with all his tricks, the gods can kill him. Of course, he is a weak god.

Snapped!

The next moment, the furnace body shook, and Song Hua's bones exploded into hundreds of pieces. Although they were white, they were all cracked, and the bone marrow flowed out. The bones were all broken by an invisible invisible hand and scattered in the furnace.

This has been their habit over the years. Once they break through or their combat power improves, they will find each other to learn from each other.

This is a dojo for ancestral sacrifices, and there is no shortage of living beings, but most of these living beings are transformed from plants, trees, and flowers.

Meng Tianzheng blocked with both hands and used two scimitars crossed as a defense, but Song Hua's power made his jaw go numb.

Song Hua wielded the knife with his right hand and rotated it, driving the knife in his hand in a perfect arc and slashing straight up into the sky, leaving a long shallow mark on the ground.

This is a dojo for ancestral sacrifices. No matter how hard they fight, they can't break the void or a mountain. Even a tree can be chopped down endlessly.

Because when the ancestral sacrificial spirits heal their wounds, they will certainly affect their surroundings.

"Chi!"

Meng Tianzheng burst out with terrifying blood energy, and the yin and yang energy soared into the sky. He came to Song Hua's side in an instant, and like an assassin, with eyes like eagles, he cut directly towards Song Hua.

Holding the pole in his right hand and placing his left hand on the blade, he took a deep breath and chopped with his left foot. His whole body was like a brilliant pop, passing directly by.

A line of ethereal and crystal fairy energy slowly condensed.

"when!"

"Click"

Song Hua also put away his weapon, sat next to Meng Tianzheng, took out a bottle of wine and threw it over, while he opened it himself.

In the forest, two figures kept colliding, sparks splashed, ripples rippled, hitting from one side to the other, thunder roared from time to time, and lightning flashed away before appearing on the other side.

The severe pain made him confused. Although he couldn't die, it felt really uncomfortable.

Lightning appeared on his feet, and eventually spread to the entire blade. The scarlet electric light was as red as blood, making people dazzled.

But Song Hua used the laws of immortality and his own flesh and blood as fire to refine the immortal energy, which was the immortal energy he cultivated, just like Shi Hao used Sanqianlu.

"When, when, when"

After a long time, Song Hua walked out of the stove again, his face rosy and his spirit high.

It was a good thing that he could successfully give birth to immortal energy with the help of the baptismal style, but he would never dare to borrow this style again in the future.

Meng Tianzheng knew that he might not be able to defeat Song Hua, because his Dongtian and Transformation Spirits were too abnormal, and the Formation Realm was also very abnormal, which was completely free of charge.

Slowly, his flesh and blood began to be refined into a slurry, which merged with the runes of the law and order of the avenue hanging down from the sky. It was engraved on the bones and in the flesh and blood, replenishing the origin.

"The environment in the fairy world is so good, why are you willing to go back?" Meng Tianzheng asked.

The fusion of the inner heaven and earth formation and the outer heaven and earth runes is quite terrifying.

Song Hua nodded without hesitation and said: "Of course, it is difficult to bully the geniuses of the fairy world, so it is better to be local."

"What's more, don't you think it would be cool if you could practice to the pinnacle down there and finally reach the immortal realm?"

"Think about it, Wang Changsheng's pacifying chaos, the Dark Immortal Golden Sword, the Jin family's heavenly skills, the Feng family's dark heavenly skills, and the restricted area's skills, as well as their ancestral graves. We haven't visited them, so how can we waste them?

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"Based on how solidified our souls are, we might be even better than Wang Changsheng in practicing the Chaotic Art."
Chapter completed!