Shrine.

Inside the palace.

Luo Tianfeng was in a good mood.

He finally got the kid on his side.

More importantly, Luo Manping sent two more holy corpses, namely Fa Wang Lin, one of the ten Dharma Kings, and Murong Jing, the leader of Luo Tianpeng's four hall masters.

Plus Luo Tianxiao, one of the four hall masters killed by Cui Gu.

As long as he can refine it, he can regain his former strength.

"Blood Refining Magic Scripture!"

Luo Tianfeng circulated the magic scripture to refine battle blood.

His youthful body, spirit, and aura are getting stronger and stronger.

Originally, he could only display the strength of the Void Saint, but now he has basically returned to the level of refining. It is a pity that Murong Jing is not a member of the Asura clan, otherwise the effect would have been better.

Two hours ago.

He suddenly felt the consumption of mana in his body, and thought that Luo Manping and Tu Shanjun had encountered a strong enemy, but unexpectedly it was Murong Jing.

Luo Tianfeng was not worried.

With Luo Manping's strength to take care of the soul flag, when Luo Manping and Tu Shanjun join forces, the Great Sage with average strength cannot be their opponent.

It's just that this mana consumption is too much.

I don’t know what method Tu Shanjun used.

Luo Tianfeng did not pursue it. Sitting cross-legged on the throne, he activated his magic power to refine the battle blood.

The blood from all directions flooded his entire world like a sea pouring down upon him.

The pressure of the great world was on him, his bones creaked and twisted, and his flesh and blood were endlessly tempered by the terrifying blood power, making his complete body like a crystal divine body.

The skin feels like the earth is breathing slowly.

The endless blood power condensed into the purest vitality, which his internal organs began to circulate and absorb.

The restless body became calmer and calmer, but the awe-inspiring pressure that bloomed seemed like the resurrection of the sacred.

At this moment, Luo Tianfeng was undoubtedly experiencing an unspeakable disaster.

The blood of the Three Saints watered this body's long-sleeping vitality, just like using endless electric shocks to revive the frozen body.

This was done while he was awake and led by himself.

However, he was not defeated by such a catastrophe. Instead, his shrunken and silent body gradually burst out with the power it should have, driven by his complete remaining soul supported by Luo Yangwu's soul and the soul banner.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Luo Tianfeng opened his eyes, and his body glowed with radiant light.

Outside the palace.

Isolated by a large array.

A melodious voice came: "Report to the leader."

"The King of Heaven invites the young leader to go to the blessed land of Asura."

"King Zuo Tianfeng? It seems he won." Luo Tianfeng murmured softly. There was no surprise in his eyes, and he was not surprised that Luo Tianpeng ended everything so early.

With his help and the help of those seven people, it would be strange if Luo Tianpeng could not quickly take down the elder of the Qian clan.

Luo Tianfeng couldn't help but laugh.

He just felt that Luo Tianpeng was too impatient, but just after clearing out the stubborn old faction of the Gan clan, they couldn't wait to take action against him.

…

Time goes back a few hours ago.

Because Luo Manping and Tu Shanjun wanted to explore the Dharma in the shrine, they opened the bead curtain with the injection of magic power, and what they saw was the empty interior of the shrine.

The interior is spotless except for a lotus pedestal, which is the futon that is supposed to hold the statue of the god.

Apart from that, there is nothing.

Luo Manping looked at Tushanjun and it was obvious that something was wrong.

He looked at Tushanjun and hesitated to speak.

Tu Shanjun looked confused, and even felt a chill on his back.

If there is no Dharma image sitting in it at all, then who made the cold snort after the Huzhong Taoist body was completed? Not to mention that he used it to draw out a pale palm just now.

He fell into deep thought: "The shrine has a form, but there is no form, and the heart has no form, and the Dharma has a form."

After all, he expected that the person sitting in the shrine was an ancient emperor.

Still looking forward to seeing ghosts and gods sitting cross-legged in the shrine.

Or maybe looking forward to sitting in it.

Did you really not see it?

Tu Shanjun asked himself.

He opened his eyes again.

He saw it.

Saw myself.

He saw Luo Manping carrying the soul flag beside him.

Like an emperor overlooking the world of mortals.

Riding in the chariot, thousands of ghosts and ghosts were dragging the Luan Yu. He saw a lot through the bead curtain, but he did not lower his head to look at the body sitting cross-legged in the shrine.

He no longer needs to see what his Dharma appearance looks like.

"Fellow Taoist, you still have to be sincere." Luo Manping thought that Tu Shanjun didn't want to show him what his Dharma Appearance looked like, and he wouldn't have any objection if he refused from the beginning. To agree and hide the Dharma Appearance like this is really not a gentleman.

should be made.

Tu Shanjun did not explain, but asked calmly: "Can't fellow Taoist see it?"

"what did you see?"

"Dharma."

"Where?"

"Right there."

As he spoke, Tushanjun pointed at the empty futon.

Seeing that what the other party said was so sincere and not like a lie, even the great sage Luo Manping couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, shuddered, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't see any Dharma signs from this shrine. Still.

Don’t dwell on this matter, you have to move forward after sending the body back.”

After dissipating the canopy formed by the condensed evil energy of karma, Tushanjun jumped into the soul flag.

…

Broken peaks.

Hengduan Mountains.

The sun and moon cover their own figures here, the heaven and earth are obscured by the blood, and the blessed land is full of ruins, as if they have experienced a war that can destroy the world.

No, it’s not like it, but I’m experiencing it.

Luo Tianpeng, who was walking in the air, was wiping his sword.

That is a magic sword.

pure white.

As beautiful as a piece of jade, it is a real magic weapon.

Divine Sword Crystal Soul.

Luo Tianpeng, holding the magic sword, is like an ancient god of war, his holy power rising into the boundless sky.

Under his eyes, the earth crept down and exposed its chest, as if the creatures on the ground had completely become his people, radiating the divine light of the Holy King.

The pinnacle of saints is the saint king.

Since killing Luo Tianfeng, Luo Tianpeng has completely completed his transformation.

His magic sword can cut through everything.

What he held in his hand was not a sword, but a way of domination.

They are the soldiers of the Holy Lord, with the Great Religion at the forefront. Once they are wielded, the heaven and earth will be darkened, and everyone will surrender wherever they go.

With one strike of his sword, he can travel thousands of miles and soar ninety thousand miles. No one can resist his magic sword, and no one can stop him from ascending to the position of leader.
To be continued...