"Heaven and earth have yin and yang, chaos has purity. The realm has been broken! Fellow Taoist Qingpingzi has broken through to Taizhen, and there is another great god in heaven." Feng Xuan's head was held in Feng Xi's hands, trembling and excited.
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Only a high-ranking god like Feng Xuan, who has practiced hard for tens of thousands of years, can understand how exciting it is to break through Taizhen. I am afraid that only the mood when passing through the Yuanhui catastrophe can be compared to it.
Fame and wealth in this world are all just clouds and smoke.
The flowers and candles in the bridal chamber are all phantom fire.
Mortal people look up to the saints.
The saint longs to become a god.
The gods' pursuit of Tai Zhen is even more crazy. It requires one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand years of hard work. For this purpose, they can abandon their family ties, fight to the death for a chance to improve, and transform themselves into humans and ghosts.
ghost.
For the gods, "breaking through to the truth" is the greatest **.
Once successful, one's status in heaven and earth will be completely different. One can support a powerful world by oneself, one can live for hundreds of thousands of years, and one can look down on the gods.
Feng Xi stared at the tall and thin figure in blue robes, walking alone towards the dark cloud of ghosts. His apparently thin figure now became extremely tall and fascinating.
Like a peerless sword god, he can hold up a place for all living beings to survive when the sky collapses and the earth collapses.
Human Skin Lantern looked at the Tai Chi Liang Yi diagram in the dark void and said to himself: "Is this a strange phenomenon caused by Taoist monks breaking Tai Zhen?"
When he defeated Taizhen, he did not have such power.
For those who don’t know, I thought someone had broken through to the Taixu Realm.
Xuanyuan Qing was shocked when he saw Qing Pingzi raising his sword to face Zhao Wuyan. When he heard his words again, "Today Fengyan is going through the tribulation, I will protect the way.", his eyes shone brightly.
She naturally knows Qing Pingzi’s true identity.
Seeing that he made such a choice, it was obvious that he was not as unbearable as the rumors in the world. He was really a brave man and a pure man who could stick to the principles in his heart. Xuanyuan Qing naturally became more determined in his thoughts.
The monks on the divine ship, whether they are gods or holy realms, will be greatly refreshed when they see a great god appear on their side.
It's like seeing a ray of hope in the endless darkness.
Zhao Wuyan stood under the ghost clouds as dark as the sea of ink, with a look of shock in his eyes first, and then he laughed gloomily: "So what if I break Taizhen? It's just the early stage of Taiyi realm, and the realm is still unstable. If I escape now,
There may be a glimmer of hope, but if you dare to challenge me, you will undoubtedly die."
Zhao Wuyan is a being who has survived two Yuanhui catastrophes in the Dark Temple. He has been practicing for nearly three hundred thousand years. He has a rich background and a deep accumulation. He is far from the Great God Lixiao and can be compared with the Erjia Blood Ancestor. His cultivation is very different.
Is already a strong man close to the peak of Taiyi.
It is indeed difficult to kill a great god who has just reached the early stage of Taiyi Realm if he wants to escape.
However, if you fight him, you are really asking for your own death.
The Tai Chi Liang Yi seal behind Zhang Ruochen is always evolving, with the outline of a yin and yang fish appearing. There is yin in yang, and yang in yin. It rotates over and over again, continuously absorbing the spiritual energy and holy energy between heaven and earth.
Yin within Yang is like an abyss of darkness.
Yang in Yin, like the eternal Yang rising in the sky.
When he arrived a thousand miles away from Zhao Wuyan, Zhang Ruochen's aura reached its peak, his beard flying, and he said: "I want to kill a great god of the Dark Temple today, Zhao Wuyan, suffer death!"
Zhao Wuyan felt the strong aura of the opponent and did not dare to underestimate his opponent.
In a direct fight, although the victory is easy, it seems a bit reckless.
"Aren't you going to protect him? I am going to kill him in front of you."
Zhao Wuyan laughed deeply and thought.
From the dense ghost cloud above our heads, hundreds of millions of ghosts flew out, and with a piercing roar, they swarmed towards the wind rock below the calamity cloud.
The calamity cloud above Feng Yan's head is already a hundred thousand miles wide, with countless thunder and fire flying through the clouds.
Zhang Ruochen pointed out, and a blue river thousands of feet wide flew out from his fingertips.
It is not a real river, it is a green river formed by the gathering of countless sword energy.
The Green River gushes out and collides with the hundreds of millions of ghosts tens of thousands of miles away. Suddenly, the sound of ghosts crying resounds across the sky, and all the ghosts are killed and turned into smoke.
“Wow!”
Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Wuyan had already crossed thousands of miles and appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen. The Xuan Yue Ming Dao in his hand triggered the extremely cold power of darkness and came through the air.
This is a planned attack!
Obviously, Zhao Wuyan wanted to kill Zhang Ruochen as quickly as possible, or severely injure him until he lost his fighting power.
And if you want to kill a god, it is easiest to do it at close range.
But the sword he thought was foolproof had been seen through by Zhang Ruochen, who was waiting for him to attack at close range.
Zhang Ruochen swung his sword from bottom to top, and time-marked light spots appeared all over the sky. They came later and arrived first, dividing Zhao Wuyan's ghost body into two diagonally.
The tyrannical power of darkness and the light of the sword were all broken.
"careful!"
When Feng Xi shouted in alarm, he found that the dark energy around Zhao Wuyan had been separated, and the two separated ghost bodies flew out.
All the monks present who could clearly see the confrontation between the two were stunned and shocked.
“Okay!” Feng Xuan said.
Zhang Ruochen didn't give Zhao Wuyan a chance to regain his ghost body. His sword was like running water, and the sword light was faster than lightning. He struck out hundreds of swords in an instant, turning him into a ghost mist that filled the sky with howling wailings.
The sky was filled with ghosts and mist, and there were ten thousand clones, trying to get away from Zhang Ruochen and escaping in all directions.
However, he was locked by Zhang Ruochen's aura and pulled back again.
“Where to go?”
…
On the divine ship, most of the monks could only see a pitch-black area in that direction, with howling ghosts and howling wolves, dense sword light, and from time to time, they could hear Zhao Wuyan's angry curses and screams.
You don’t need to see the confrontation clearly to know that Taoist Priest Qingpingzi has the absolute upper hand, which is so satisfying that I want to kneel down and worship.
"It's the Time Sword Technique. He is actually proficient in the Time Sword Technique." Human Skin Lantern sensed something was wrong, and the divine light on his body was as hot as a star. He raised his axe, intending to kill Qing Pingzi through the air.
“As a swordsman god in the Kunlun world, is it so strange that he is proficient in time swordsmanship?”
The green lotus mark between Xuanyuan Qing's eyebrows came to life, the green glow and the power of light merged together, and the graceful and graceful figure regained its ability to move.
A picture scroll flew out from between the eyebrows and shot towards the human skin lantern.
The human skin lantern was originally an ax aimed at Zhang Ruochen, but it immediately fell down and struck the scroll.
“Boom!
The ax collides with the figure.
The scroll shattered and opened, turning into a nine-color divine glow, pulling the human skin lantern into a strange world.
In the divine haze, there are twenty figures that shine brightly in the sky and the earth. Some of them are like diamonds with angry eyes, some are dominating the world, and some are like dragon ancestors in the world... But just the presence of their figures makes the human skin lantern feel palpitating and trembling with fear.
"The "Twenty Heavens Picture"... No, this is not the "Twenty Heavens Picture" drawn by the fourth Confucian Patriarch, it is a new picture!" The human skin lantern attacked the Buddha with the glaring Vajra and waved it.
The ax struck out.
So what if the twenty heavens are just a shadow? How can a majestic god be so frightened that he dare not attack?
However, the battle ax struck by the human skin lantern was knocked back by the Buddha's palm.
The power of the great gods cannot shake the images of the gods.
Three hundred thousand years ago, the Fourth Confucian Patriarch was invited by Nishen Tianzun to draw the "Twenty Heavens Picture". It is said that the blood of twenty heavens was used to draw this picture, and it took six hundred years to complete.
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When the picture was completed, the paint from the entire holy world flew away and was splashed with ink, turning the sky into color.
However, this picture has long since disappeared along with the Fourth Confucian Patriarch.
The "Twenty Heavens Picture" typed by Xuanyuan Qing is unknown to who in heaven painted it. It depicts the twenty heavens in the contemporary heaven. Although it is far from comparable to the painting of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch, it is not trivial.
It makes the human skin lantern unable to be broken within a short period of time.
“Shua!”
A bright sword light illuminating the darkness flew over Xuanyuan Qing's head and headed straight for the battlefield of gods where Zhao Wuyan and Zhang Ruochen were.
It’s the Sword King of the Clear Sky!
Shang Hong's poison has already broken out. The three divine bodies were split into blood mist by the Qingkong Sword King. They are re-coagulating with difficulty at this moment, and they have obviously lost their fighting power.
Xuanyuan Qing had great confidence in Qing Pingzi, so he did not immediately intercept Qingkong Sword King, but went all out to suppress the Huangquan flower poison in his body. If he did not suppress the toxin, he would not be able to attack with all his strength, and he would end up like Shang Hong.
“Bang!”
In an instant, Zhang Ruochen and Qingkong Sword King collided.
Two swords strike each other.
The Qingping Sword turns darkness into the blue sky, and the sword in the hand of the Qingkong Sword King is also extraordinary, as hot as fire. The monks under the divine realm are blinded by the light of the sword.
The Qingkong Sword King's cultivation level is even higher than that of Zhao Wuyan, and he is already at the peak of the Taiyi Realm.
But this time the blows collided, they were evenly matched, and he could not take any advantage.
“How could he be so strong? How could he do it?” Shang Hong, who had just reassembled his divine body, was too weak to move, and his eyes were full of doubt.
It should be noted that during his time as a great sage and as a superior god, he could be said to be invincible in the world. With his foundation and means, few monks of the same realm in the entire universe can compare with him.
But he has already been separated into three corpses, and he is still no longer able to defeat the Qingkong Sword King.
Even without the influence of Huangquanhua, Shang Hong believed that he still wouldn’t have much chance of winning against a great master like Qingkong Sword King with abundant accumulation.
Yuanhui-level representatives can always be born once or several times every thousand years.
It can be said that many great gods were representatives of the Yuanhui level when they were in the holy realm, or at least they were the ones on the "Peerless World Ranking" that stirred up troubles in the secular world. Only with this kind of foundation can it be easier to cultivate to the level of a great god.
Since there is not much difference in foundation, the level of cultivation, the accumulation of spiritual energy, the number of regular divine patterns, the mystical secrets, the level of magical powers, the level of soldiers... are all extremely important.
The foundation cultivated over thousands of years in the Holy Realm can largely determine your future potential and enhance your advantages in the same realm.
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However, for the gods, the hundreds of thousands of years of practice after becoming gods are the key to determining the level of combat power.
It can be said that without a strong trump card, at the level of a great god, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to defeat your opponent across a small realm.