After a night of hard training, with the Golden Crow hanging high, Su Yu walked out of the Immortal Palace. The ancient scroll above his head was entwined with strands of chaotic energy. The purple-gold divine light was condensed into Tao lines, intertwined and changed in the Tao diagram, and turned into overlapping waves, surging.
He is standing on the dojo, his star-chaos Taoist robe exudes a faint brilliance, his black hair is tied back casually with a belt inlaid with gold and jade, his body is tall and tall, his posture is like a pine tree, and his handsome appearance reveals the nobility praised by heaven and earth.
and elegance.
In the misty clouds and mist, two immortal gold statues were looming, thin smoke was splashing, and the breeze blew by, lifting a strand of green hair of the young man.
Su Yu's figure flashed and he entered the Thirty-Third Heavenly Palace. He sat high on the steps. The runes in the palace shone brightly, and the Taoist patterns bloomed with eternal fairy light. There were phantoms of gods and demons on both sides, just like real
The creatures, whose breath is like an abyss, are terrifying to look at.
He waved his sleeves, and the divine light of chaos flashed past, releasing the Holy Son of Fluctuating Light.
The Holy Son of Yaoguang, who was dressed in white, came back to his senses. He looked at the Immortal Gold Palace and felt the Dao-killing gods and demons on both sides. His heart palpitated and his face looked pale. In this situation, he seemed to have fallen into the ancient royal family.
In his hands, these attendants definitely surpassed the second level of Sendai.
He leaned down and worshiped: "I have seen senior..."
However, before Holy Son Yaoguang could finish speaking, Su Yu interrupted him. The black-haired young man above him said coldly: "I know everything about you. "The Immortal Art", "The Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar"
, the ruthless lineage, Hua Yunfei, you are the ruthless descendant of this generation of the Holy Land of Light."
Every word Su Yu uttered made the Holy Son Yaoguang feel a little more panic-stricken. Now he was in a desperate situation and no one could save him. Since the other party knew that he was from a line of ruthless people, for the sake of those two imperial scriptures, Jue
It's impossible to let him go.
Although he was filled with despair in his heart, Holy Son Yaoguang was very calm on the surface. He said calmly: "I don't know what the seniors are talking about. Everyone in this line of ruthless people will kill them. The juniors have a blood feud with them..."
A wisp of black light passed by, and Su Yu sacrificed the imperial soldiers in the immortal platform. The sky-swallowing magic jar was suspended in the air, and between the ups and downs, thousands of divine radiances bloomed, crystal clear as jade, and the brilliance was bright, possessing a mysterious and supreme power.
Daoyun, the ghost mask on the magic jar is lifelike and scary.
In the eyes of Holy Son Yaoguang, Su Yu above him seemed to turn into a cold and dark black hole, swallowing everything. He was shocked and felt a threat of death, and was about to be turned into ashes and refined by the other party.
In his eyes, everything he has experienced has become an illusion. His memory, Taoism, divine power, body, and soul will fall into the bottomless black hole, and all traces of his whole person will disappear and no longer exist in this world.
The world is silent, the candlelight is still, the light and shadow are flickering, all sounds have disappeared, time seems to have stopped, and it is deathly peaceful.
In the dim light, thousands of divine lines outlined Su Yu's appearance. He looked indifferent and said coldly: "Don't you remember the power of swallowing the sky?"
The power of swallowing Dao Mark is getting bigger and bigger, and it is gradually accelerating. The muscles of the Fluttering Saint Son are about to burst, the true blood is boiling, and the whole body is burning, but there is a kind of coldness piercing into the bones.
"You are from that lineage!" Holy Son Yaoguang lowered his head, with a dark look on his originally handsome face.
The Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar, "The Sky-Swallowing Devil Skill", his path seems to be ending here.
Since the other party practices the "Swallowing Heaven Demon Technique", to Su Yu, he is a top-notch cauldron with unparalleled temptation, and it is impossible to let him go.
"Life or death, which path do you choose?"
Su Yu stood up and walked down the fairy gold steps. He stared at the Holy Son of Light with his eyes, and there was an image of stars disillusioned in his eyes, which made people's hearts tremble.
"Senior Fu Wei's wishes, I choose to survive!"
The devouring divine power disappeared, and the Holy Son of Yaoguang calmed down the panic in his heart. There was a trace of blood on his face, and he looked at Su Yu.
Su Yu has three thousand Chaos Qi added to his body, with a Chaos Dao map above his head, and behind him is a mysterious shadow of the World Tree. Its aura is like an abyss, like an immortal Immortal King, and it also seems to be an endless starry sky. Its origin is so powerful that it is rare in ancient times. Immortal
With the same color as the divine cloud, wisps of sacred aura spread out. This is the aura belonging to the "Immortal Heavenly Power"...
As soon as he pointed it out, the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar shot out a beam of imperial energy, as bright as a rainbow, towards the sea of consciousness of the Holy Son of Light.
The Holy Son of Yaoguang's soul went cold, he had a bad expectation in his heart, and he was about to resist. However, under Su Yu's cold gaze, his soul and body were both suppressed, and he could only accept the unknown fate with a sad look.
Su Yu continued to play divine techniques, and the ancient and vast imperial patterns disappeared into Yaoguang Holy Son's eyebrows, and merged with the Wuguang Emperor Qi in the sea of consciousness, leaving an indelible mark on Yaoguang Holy Son's soul.
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After Xumi, Su Yu put down his hands and returned to the desk.
Now that he has stood up and killed the third level of Dao, he has personally activated the Heaven-Swallowing Devil Jar to plant the Imperial Qi and Mind Taboo. Unless the Quasi-Emperor wields the Imperial Arms, no one can solve it. The Holy Son of Shaking Light cannot escape his control.
Feeling the deep imprint on his spiritual body, Holy Son Yaoguang was in a trance. In an instant, all his original grand ambitions came to nothing. And the promise he made in front of Li Ming also disappeared with the wind and smoke.
"The path to enlightenment and the path to imperialism are all over."
Facing the Holy Son of Fluttering Light who was targeting the Third Heaven of the Four Pole, Su Yu was not interested. But seeing him in despair, and thinking of the bloody battle with Ye Fan of Dacheng for one day and one night in the original timeline, Su Yu finally developed a love for talents.
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With a few clicks, he passed on the three emperor scriptures and the three sects and nine secret magic arts to the Holy Son of Yaoguang, then set out the Bodhi tea set and repeated what he said in front of the Emperor...
"Among the seven forbidden areas of the Eastern Wasteland, there are ancient emperors and emperors dormant. They cut themselves off and plotted the path to immortality. Hundreds of years later, the path to immortality was born. The supreme master of the forbidden area failed to enter the path of immortality, and harvested all living beings in order to replenish the life of the immortal platform.
By then I will help you achieve your immortal body...
"When I take charge of the destiny and destroy all realms, I will help you step into the ultimate realm of the emperor's way, the scene of flying immortals. Beidi and Zhonghuang are among them. You also have the appearance of a god, so why bother being trapped in the "Swallowing Heaven Demon Technique"?
Proving the truth is just the beginning, the fairyland is our battlefield, you will understand later."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The fragrance of tea lingered, the fresh air hit your nose, and the Holy Son of Yaoguang looked much better. During the conversation with Su Yu, he learned a lot of things, such as the seven restricted areas
The truth, such as the road to immortality in this life.
Moreover, the other party also pointed out his mistakes in practicing the "Immortal Heaven Skill", and his words were warm and kind, just like a teacher, and the two of them got along very harmoniously...
After some exchanges, Holy Son Yaoguang seemed to clear the clouds and see the sun. He suddenly became enlightened and wanted to kneel down and worship.
"Thank you, Palace Master."
Su Yu accepted this gift calmly. He was not afraid of the Holy Son of Yaoguang at all. In terms of physique, he is a perfect chaotic body. In terms of scriptures, his "Immortal Heavenly Art" was revised by the fourth generation of ruthless people. In terms of background,
He has saints to protect him, as well as quasi-emperor forbidden weapons and imperial forbidden weapons.
No matter what the other party chooses, he cannot escape his control.
He nodded slightly and said: "I will fly to the immortal world with you in the future! Go ahead, I will wait for the moment when you take charge of the Shaking Light Holy Land."
The Holy Son of Shaking Light slowly walked out of the Immortal Palace, his eyes shot out two rays of light, looking at Jincheng under the clouds and the scorched earth of the Fire Realm not far away, burying all the pain deep in his heart without showing any trace of it.
Under the restraint of Emperor Qi's thought, he had no secrets to speak of, and he couldn't even vent his pain, he could only endure it.
After Holy Son Yaoguang left, a gray-haired old servant came out and said respectfully: "Palace Master, Yan Li is here."
"Is the source enough?" Su Yu asked calmly without turning around.
Li Chonghua reported back: "In addition to the 3 million kilograms of sources dismantled by the Chaos Palace, Yan Li brought 7.5 million kilograms of pure sources. The Holy Body Ye Fan is already waiting in Yancheng.
Listening to the words of the gray-haired old servant, Su Yu nodded slightly. He didn't care about this pure source. In a large piece of star blue mother gold and "The Immortal Sutra of Immortal Immortality", millions of kilograms of source are nothing. The so-called pure source
, the value plummeted during the Dao-killing stage.
Don't talk about him, Yan Ruyu, An Miaoyi and the others have always used the divine source.
"Let him go to Yancheng!"
After he finished speaking, Su Yu's silver Chaos Taoist robe exuded a faint brilliance, and the Taoist patterns in the void flickered. He sank into the space and crossed towards Yancheng.