On the Golden Turtle Island, all the immortals gathered together.
Taoist Duobao, Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, Holy Mother of Wudang, Holy Mother of Ghost Spirits... and a series of other disciples were waiting quietly in the hall. The immortals didn't know what happened, but all of them looked solemn. The battle between the saints made them feel sad.
No longer calm.
Deep in the confinement, Han Ping was trembling quietly. His body began to tremble unconsciously, and waves undulated under his skin, like waves, surging along the skin.
His body felt like it was exploding, and his blood was burning and boiling. It was like boiling water, surging rapidly in his blood vessels. His heart beat faster and with more power than anything else. His blood was like a jet of arrows. If it weren't for his
The endurance of blood vessels is extremely strong, otherwise he would be broken through by his own blood.
The traces of ten thousand ways contained in the body began to erupt in a strange chain reaction. The blood merged into it, constantly absorbing traces of the origin of ten thousand ways, and was forcibly burned into the blood by him. After all, there were several times where traces of the rules of heaven and earth were integrated into the blood.
The experience inside is absolutely rare in the prehistoric world.
I have never heard of anyone who can smelt the traces of the rules of heaven and earth into their own blood. Even the saint in front of me is like this. The blood inheritance of Tongtian Cult Master is extraordinary. It is said to be the power of the blood left by Pangu. The blood itself has the ability to fuse countless
The great road of heaven and earth is for them to practice and understand.
How could a special situation like Han Ping's happen? Such a situation could be formed the day after tomorrow!
Smelting all the traces of heaven and earth into the blood to increase the level of blood power. This is such an incredible move that even the Saint Tongtian couldn't help but want to dissect Han Ping and take a closer look at what his body is like.
How to successfully combine it? This gave him an idea and gave him a feeling of clearing away the clouds.
Leader Tongtian also tried this method, but it didn’t work!
If all traces of heaven and earth have entered his bloodline, they will be filtered out. It is impossible to smelt it into it, let alone like Han Ping, who can change his bloodline level the day after tomorrow.
Han Ping's control over the body has reached a limit. It can be said that in terms of the strength of control over the body, Han Ping has stood at the forefront of the ancient world. In some respects, he has even surpassed those saints.
Especially this blood purification technique, which seems so simple. But it is an alternative explanation he got from another world. In the world of data, data is the road. When the data logic is chaotic, if this world is not
Collapse is evolution!
The surging waves under his body were changing his physical strength and other conditions.
Strange forces surged through his body. Tens of thousands of almost unsuppressable scars were forcibly stabilized in his body. At this moment, his vagina was growing rapidly, as if he were sitting on a horse.
It’s growing like a rocket, flying.
His Yuanshen realm has been reached, and his body has also reached the peak of the quasi-sage early stage. At this time, he has reached the peak realm of the ancestral witch during the Lich War. He can fight against the heaven and earth, and tear apart the void.
"A little bit, just a little bit..."
Han Ping felt a little anxious in his heart. All the traces of heaven and earth contained in his body had been completely refined and integrated into his blood. His blood was almost crystallized and condensed to the limit. It was almost possible to transform. Successfully.
Evolution. He had a hunch that as long as his bloodline evolved successfully, his physical power would also change accordingly, and he would advance to the quasi-sage stage.
But just a little bit!
This point does not refer to the number of tens of thousands of residual marks. It refers to an opportunity, an opportunity for breakthrough.
With thousands of traces, even he himself can break through the prehistoric world at any time, capture the traces of the original avenue of heaven and earth and smelt them into the human blood. However, at this time, it is no longer a matter of quantity, but the lack of a chance for breakthrough.
He had no choice but to give up.
Forcibly smelt the ten thousand traces surging in the body into the body, and use the body refining magical power of the Witch Clan to refine and unify the ten thousand traces so that they will not be dispersed outside the body.
Han Ping opened his eyes and suddenly saw Saint Tongtian right in front of him.
He had never met the Tongtian Cult Master, but he had noticed his previous actions. Naturally, he knew that this person was the legendary Tongtian Cult Master.
"teacher……"
Han Ping respects Master Tongtian from the bottom of his heart. For so many years, he has subconsciously treated himself as a disciple of Jiejiao. When he saw Tongtian, although he didn’t have the feelings he imagined, he still felt for what Master Tongtian had given him.
He has always remembered the help of the exercises.
"Haha, little friend, you don't have to be like this!"
Tongtian laughed loudly and looked at Han Ping, his face full of smiles and satisfaction.
"It was fate that you and I met. At that time, I just did it casually, so there was no need to worry about it..." Tongtian smiled and nodded and said, "You can be friends of the same generation, there is no need to care about the world..."
Tongtian already knew that Han Ping was the variable and the key to his true escape. At this time, he was becoming more and more satisfied with Han Ping, and wished he could have a good time over wine and talk freely.
"Teacher..." Han Ping's face suddenly tightened, and he quickly said: "Teacher's great kindness in preaching, how dare I forget him! Once a teacher, always a father. This cannot be changed..."
Tongtian was stunned, especially what Han Ping said, "Once a teacher, always a father." Tongtian's mind, which he had tried hard to calm down in the past few years, suddenly fluctuated again. Originally, he was not a monk on the path of being a Supreme Being.
His character is also upright and upright. He is as calm as a dead person.
He is not his teacher Hongjun, so he cannot follow the path of Taoist Hongjun.
Therefore, it was impossible for him to remain as calm as a rippleless lake! This was not his temperament, and his three corpses were destined to be incapable of being killed. At this time, what Han Ping said made him feel deeply.
The calm heart suddenly found it difficult to calm down. He simply stopped caring about him and started laughing happily.
"That's right, little friend!" Tongtian looked at Han Ping with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Once a teacher, always a father. If you practice so much that you forget yourself, what's the use of cultivating the great way! It's worse than a mortal living happily for decades!!"
Tongtian suddenly felt that he was letting go. The issues that he had been thinking about for a long time, whether it was calculations or worries, were all abandoned by him. At this moment, his heart was as clear as a mirror. The fighting spirit in his heart rose to the sky, and he
It's Tongtian! Who else is he afraid of? He is Tongtian, he is in charge of killing and punishing, and he exists for the sake of heaven and earth!
It doesn’t matter whether he is a god or not! Who have I ever been afraid of?
No matter what the Two Saints, Three Saints, or Five Saints or Six Saints are, my Jiejiao is still my Jiejiao!
Even if I am the enemy of heaven and earth, so what, my original intention is unchangeable, everything will be carried out by me!
...(To be continued...)
ps: Last night, I couldn't connect to the Internet. I stopped updating, sorry! I got up early this morning to upload, I'm really sorry...
