"There are yin and yang in heaven and earth, and there is purity and turbidity in chaos. 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, and he shouted tremblingly and excitedly
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Only a high-ranking god like Feng Xuan, who has practiced hard for hundreds of thousands of years, can understand how exciting it is to break through the realm of Taizhen. I am afraid that only the mood when passing through the Yuanhui catastrophe can be compared to it.
Fame and fortune in the world are all just clouds and smoke.
The flowers and candles in the bridal chamber are all phantom fire.
Mortals 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 desire.
Once successful, the status between heaven and earth will be completely different. You can support a powerful world by yourself, live for hundreds of thousands of years, and look down on the gods.
Feng Xi stared at the tall and thin figure in green 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.
The 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 didn't have such power.
For those who didn’t know, I thought someone had broken through to the Taixu Realm.
When Xuanyuan Qing saw Qing Pingzi raising his sword to face Zhao Wuyan, his heart was already shaken. When he heard his words again, "Today Fengyan is going through the tribulation, I will protect the way," his eyes shone with light.
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 had said. He was truly a courageous person and an innocent 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 beings, are all greatly refreshed when they see that a great god is born 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 Yuan Hui catastrophes in the Dark Temple. He has been practicing for nearly three hundred thousand years. His foundation and accumulation are so thick that he is far from the Great God Li Xiao and can be compared with the Second-A Blood Ancestor, but his cultivation is vastly different.
He is already a strong man close to the peak of Taiyi.
If a great god who has just reached the early stage of Taiyi Realm wants to escape, it will be really difficult for him to kill him.
However, if you confront 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.
The yin within the yang is like an abyss of darkness.
The yang in the yin is like the eternal yang rising in the sky.
When they were still a thousand miles away from Zhao Wuyan, Zhang Ruochen's aura reached its peak, his beard was 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.
Although it is easy to win if you fight head-on, it does seem a bit reckless.
"Aren't you going to protect him? I want to kill him in front of you."
Zhao Wuyan chuckled deeply, and his mind moved.
From the dense ghost cloud above our heads, hundreds of millions of ghosts flew out, and with a piercing roar, they swarmed toward the wind rock below the calamity cloud.
The calamity cloud above Feng Yan's head is already a hundred thousand miles wide, and countless thunder and fire are shuttled in the cloud.
Zhang Ruochen pointed out, and a blue river thousands of feet wide flew out from his fingertips.
It's not a real river, it's a green river formed by 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 through 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!
It was obvious that 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's easiest to do it at close range.
But Zhang Ruochen had already seen through the sword that he thought was foolproof, and Zhang Ruochen 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 dark power and sword light 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 his 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 full of ghost fog 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?"
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On the divine ship, most of the monks could only see a pitch-black area in that direction, with ghosts crying, wolves howling, and sword light dense. 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 you 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 and slashed towards the picture scroll.
“Boom!
The ax and the figure collide.
The picture 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 stood twenty figures that shone brightly on the heaven and earth, some with angry eyes, some dominating the world, some just like dragon ancestors in the world... The mere presence of the figures made 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 could 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 painting was completed, all the paint in the 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.
"Whoosh!"
A bright sword light that illuminated 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 underworld flower poison had already broken out, and the three divine bodies were split into blood mist by the Qingkong Sword King. They were re-coagulating with difficulty at this moment, and they had 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.
The two swords struck each other.
The Qingping Sword turns the 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 in the divine realm are blinded by the light of the sword.
Qingkong Sword King's cultivation is even higher than that of Zhao Wuyan, and he is already at the pinnacle of the Taiyi Realm.
But this time the blows collided, they were evenly matched, and he couldn't 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 was invincible in the world. His foundation and methods were so great that few monks of the same realm in the entire universe could compare with him.
But his three corpses have been separated, and he is still defeated by the Qingkong Sword King.
Even without the influence of Huangquanhua, Shang Hong believed that he still didn't have much chance of winning against a great master like Qingkong Sword King who had accumulated a lot of money.
There are always one or several Yuanhui-level representatives born 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, then the realm of cultivation, accumulation of divine energy, number of regular divine patterns, mysteries and divine ways, level of magical powers, soldier level... are all extremely important.
The foundation that has been cultivated for thousands of years in the Holy Realm can largely determine your future potential and improve your advantages in the same realm.
However, for gods, the hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation 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.