As long as three more breaths pass, as long as these three breaths pass and the Great Barrier of Rebirth is formed, then even if the body is extremely stingy and condensed, there is still a way to obliterate it and obtain the purest power of birth and death in the body.
There are already thirty-two golden monuments floating in the nine pillars of sky-reaching fireworks.
In seven breaths of time, thirty-two giant monuments were lit, leaving only four unlit.
But twenty-nine of them had already been lit up during the sixth breath. In this seventh breath, only two huge monuments were lit up.
The further you get to the back, the harder it becomes.
Yan Zun's face was extremely pale and he was already extremely weak. But he still gritted his teeth and continued to draw blood and essence to light up the soul-suppressing monument.
"Only four...can light up thirty-six souls. In the past, the great taboo wiped out the extreme stinginess in all lives! This is an impermanent taboo, specially created for the extreme stinginess. The purpose is to avoid the real impermanence.
Under the seal of reincarnation, this attachment to life and death will be completely eradicated!"
"Three breaths...Impermanent Reincarnation Rubbing and Brahma's Heart Chart...Lingbao Taoist Master has one more time left. Enough to delay!"
After finishing his words, Yan Zun once again stretched out his finger to the center of his eyebrows, drawn out a drop of essence and blood, and drew a talisman into the stele. One stroke after another, the mysterious Buddhist inscriptions that are difficult for ordinary people to understand are outlined.
But at the last moment when he finished writing, Yan Zun's fingers trembled. He almost made a mistake in writing and the whole plate was empty.
He hurriedly stabilized the stroke, and when it fell behind, the huge stele rose in golden light, floating in the nine-color sky-reaching flame pillar, and hung side by side with the other thirty-two soul-crushing stele.
Only when the soul-calming tablet floated up did Yan Zun suddenly raise his head.
Not only him, but the two Taoists Lingbao and Wenzhen also raised their heads.
They felt ripples rising in the heaven and earth.
Someone has come here.
In a world that was originally dilapidated and full of chaos, an empty door appeared.
In the empty door, a figure stepped out in one step.
This is a monk whose body is shrouded in brilliant light and ink, making it impossible to see his appearance.
But you can feel his realm.
"You're just in the middle of Xuanzhao, you dare to mess with this muddy water? Are you impatient?" When Lingbao Taoist saw this person, he frowned and scolded loudly.
"If you don't leave yet, do you want me to kill you?"
This is their plan, with such a big picture. How can they let others get involved?
Even though the other person is just Yangzhao, he is also afraid that something will happen.
Between the words, a roar resounded and reverberated.
An extremely powerful aura roared across the heaven and earth, like a god or demon coming.
As this aura exploded, a huge vortex appeared behind the figure.
One after another, phantoms stepped out of the whirlpool and merged into his body instantly.
In just one thought, thousands of phantoms merged into it, making the momentum even more powerful, with the force of thunder.
"This is the realm of Nirvana..." Taoist Master Lingbao felt the surging atmosphere, and his pupils shrank slightly, but he still showed perseverance.
"In the early stage of Nirvana, I made a mistake. But Lingbao, the old man, is known as the first person in the realm of destruction. There are not dozens of Nirvana strongmen who died under my hands, and there are also dozens of hands. If you go up again,
Don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Taoist Master Wenzhen turned around and looked at that figure in the distance. He didn't pay much attention to it and continued to raise his sword to cut the turbidity.
This person who suddenly appeared is just an insignificant person to Taoist Wen Zhen. It will not be too late to kill him after ten breaths have passed.
The golden dragon roared, and the light it emitted instantly overwhelmed the black and white fireworks.
Standing in the center of the battlefield, the aftermath of the sword machine was violent. Chu Cheng's body continued to vibrate, and even his soul was like this. There was a feeling that he would be doomed once he was trapped in this sword machine.
"This is the realm of destruction... It's really so powerful that it can't be matched." Chu Cheng murmured in his heart and looked at the old man again.
"Lingbao? This name sounds familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere before."
Chu Cheng thought about it for a while, but he just forgot it in a moment.
In this terrifying sword machine, his body was constantly being shaken, and the blood in his body was boiling.
The two-color fireworks were so overwhelming that even if one coughed up blood under such power, it would be difficult to see them.
After a breath, the sword machine had dissipated. But the turbid color began to surge violently, making waves.
Ji Jing wants to condense his body, and the breath he emits is even more terrifying.
At this moment, the expressions of the three strong men on this side suddenly changed.
A feeling of emptiness suddenly arises in my heart.
This is not a feeling, but reality. The million miles of turbidity began to dissipate rapidly. But the evil breath still permeated the world.
It becomes thicker as it dissipates.
"Is this emptiness? It's the realm of emptiness..." When Chu Cheng felt this breath, he immediately thought of the scene he saw in the Demon Lord's Residence.
At that time, the aura spread by the Demon Lord and Donghua Immortal King was like this.
"This is the realm of no realm, the realm of emptiness. Even if you are immortal, you can only become nothing in front of this!"
Chu Cheng knew that there was no room for hesitation. Once this extremely stingy body gathered, everyone would be obsessed with life and death. They would be trapped in the illusion all year round and taste the immortality.
But all that is false, it is not life but actually death.
Chu Cheng stepped out of the room, his eyes burning red.
The appearance of this red flame caused the whole world to shake violently.
Starting from thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
At this moment, the color of the world changed greatly. The expressions of the three strongest men present also changed at this moment.
They saw that the land with a radius of millions of miles was no longer shattered. The chaos had also disappeared.
What appeared in front of them was a beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, but in a daze, a huge red mist rolled in. It was as if they were trapped in a billowing world of mortals.
In the world of mortals, there is a million-mile Yangtze River that surges forward, but it is not clear, but extremely turbid.
Even the blazing sun in the sky cannot shine into the stream.
These are the two brightest colors in this world.
At this moment, a thin line fell from the sky. It was like a light feather.
This light feather fell, but it was like such a sharp sword, dividing the river.
The turbidity opened up with a thin line, and in this opening, black and white were reappeared.
Taoist Wen Zhen and others felt an extremely strong sense of life and death at this moment.
This is the true meaning of life and death.
In life, people can take a bath and be reborn, but in death, people can never recover.
Under this clear black and white, everyone saw someone hooking a finger, and using the death intention in his hand as a guide, the ink of the surging Yangtze River instantly surged up towards that finger.
The white half river, in the turbulent rolling, continues to the end of the sky and enters the man's body.
It roars again. This is the magnificence of the opening of the sky.
Such strange phenomena appeared in heaven and earth.
There is a powerful aura brewing, breaking through the layers of clouds and scattering dazzling light that can suppress the sharpness of the stars, gradually forming a majestic and spectacular Yin and Yang diagram of life and death.
In front of this yin and yang of life and death, not only Yan Zun and the others, but also the cultivators who looked at the jade curtain, all felt as small as dust and endless awe in their hearts.
This is life and death, a life and death that even ascetics cannot transcend.
But what about this life, and why should we be afraid of death?