Taoist artifacts, the supreme treasure formed from the great avenues of heaven and earth, are infinitely powerful, but the requirements for mana are even more terrifying.
Thousands of peak golden immortals joining forces may not be able to meet the immortal power required to activate a real Taoist weapon. Only the Taoist master who has reached the realm of immeasurable magic can have an endless stream of immeasurable magic power at the first thought, which can truly drive a Taoist weapon. Taoist tools.
The Youxian burns his essence and blood and can drive the True Immortal weapon; the True Immortal's natal essence can barely drive the Golden Immortal weapon; if the Golden Immortal burns his soul, he can barely use the half-step weapon. But it is absolutely impossible for the Golden Immortal to use Taoist weapons. For those who use Taoist tools, even if they smash three to five hundred golden immortals and burn them as firewood, they still cannot meet the conditions for the activation of Taoist tools.
Feeling the terrifying coercion exuded by the pair of simple and heavy golden cymbals without any decorative patterns, the terrifying aura that seemed to collapse the world, Shaoyuan Jinxian almost screamed in despair: "You don't want to It's possible...it's impossible to activate the Taoist weapon! You, you, what are you bluffing about?"
The fat monk looked at Shaoyuan Jinxian hundreds of miles away with a smile, formed a seal with his hands, and patted his head heavily.
"If you take off your skin today, you will know that I am who I am."
With a Zen chant, the fat monk's skin split open, and a ball of soft light rolled out from his body. The auspicious light shrouded thousands of miles, and the graceful fragrance floated all over the sky. A pale golden Buddha was wrapped in a ball of light, and slowly flew towards Got the pair of golden cymbals.
"Become a saint?" Sima Yan groaned desperately: "Where is the saint of my family?"
"Become a Buddha?" Shaoyuan Jinxian screamed hysterically: "Bald thief, you hide so deeply!"
It is extremely difficult for Taoists in the Holy Spirit Realm to sneak into the Void Spiritual Realm. The strongest ones who can be sent to the Void Spiritual Realm are the peak golden immortals. But if these peak golden immortals gain enlightenment one day, they can break through in the Void Spiritual Realm. The bottleneck is to achieve the realm of Taoist or Buddha. But it is completely feasible.
I don’t know if this monk came to the Void Spiritual Realm before he had enlightenment and made a temporary breakthrough today, or he could have become a Buddha immediately in the Holy Spirit Realm, but deliberately suppressed his cultivation until today. None of this is important, what is important is It was he who took off the body of a Bodhisattva today and became a Buddha immediately. Moreover, he had a Taoist weapon in his hand, a Taoist tool that emitted its own aura and suppressed Shaoyuan Jinxian and Sima Yan from breathing.
"My Buddha is merciful. You have committed serious sins. You should enter my Buddhist door and recite sutras and repent... Of course, simply reciting sutras cannot completely wash away your sins. Digging for minerals, collecting medicines, etc. is also very good." Jin Buddha held the golden cymbal with both hands and waved it down gently. He saw a large number of Sima clan warriors being sucked into the golden cymbal without any resistance and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Miaowen, don't forget, these demons are half as many as our Taoist sect." Meng Hu was in a hurry to take the elixir to detoxify. When he heard what the Buddha said, he jumped up and yelled: "Want to eat alone? Hey , be careful to burst your stomach!”
Miao Wen Buddha laughed dryly and nodded towards Meng Hu: "Fellow Meng Hu is right, I am naturally half as good as you... But I, the Buddhist sect, have to choose first. After all, the poor monk has been suffering here for many years, and this is a small discount. Surely there is?"
Miao Wen and Meng Hu asked and answered questions there, while Shaoyuan Jinxian and Sima Yan turned around and left without saying a word. A Buddha, a Buddha with boundless power, a Buddha who can freely drive a complete Taoist weapon. There is no way in this battle. Fight. Unless the saints of the Sima clan arrive immediately, they are no match for Miao Wen.
But Miao Wen has made such a big splash, where are the saints of the Sima clan? Where are they?
The Yinxue singer held the Shifang Chaodu, and saw Shaoyuan and Sima Yan running away from a distance. He snorted coldly. A sea of blood spread immediately, covering tens of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, covering Shaoyuan and Sima Yan completely.
Shrouded in the sea of blood. Countless blood sea creatures gathered together densely, set up a large array of dragnets, and released immeasurable blood light to suppress the two people.
"You dare to act so recklessly on evil paths, get out!" Sima Yan roared angrily, waved his hands, and a pair of giant fists with a radius of thousands of miles fell from the sky like meteors, hitting the surrounding dragnet formation hard. But the big fists
The formation suddenly dissipated, leaving only a dozen turbulent rivers roaring in. Sima Yan smashed a dozen rivers into pieces with one punch, and even smashed a huge hole in the sea of blood.
The two of them were about to escape from the hole in the sea of blood. Eighteen sea moon beads silently swarmed in from the sea of blood and hit the two of them hard on the top of their heads. With two "dong dong" sounds, the two of them were hit at the same time.
He staggered and fell to the ground in a panic.
After all, both of them are strong men who have half-stepped into the Taoist realm. Canghai Mingyuezhu only hit their heads with severe pain, but did not break their scalps.
But what kind of status did they have, that they were beaten to the ground by magic weapons released by a group of juniors? This was not a question of pain or not, but a matter of shame. Shaoyuan Jinxian hissed and turned around.
You have to go against Youquan.
But Sima Yan grabbed Shaoyuan, gritted his teeth and yelled: "Are you crazy or stupid? Why don't you run for your life?"
Shaoyuan Jinxian shivered, looking at the large area, millions of soldiers who were sucked into the golden cymbals in an instant, and the first-, second-, and third-level sub-saints who were swallowed up by the golden cymbals without any resistance.
, he didn't care about taking revenge on Youquan, he transformed into a golden light and rushed forward.
Yin Xuuge roared repeatedly, his body suddenly turned into a blood shadow, and the next moment he appeared from the side and front of Shaoyuan Jinxian.
His strength could not break through the void teleportation in the void spiritual world, but he had the magical power of the blood sea and could change places with any blood sea creature at any time. He moved in front of Shaoyuan Jinxian, and poured all his mana into all directions.
Chaodu, casually threw him out.
Shifang Chaodu suddenly expanded and turned into a bronze pillar that was as thick as a water tank and more than ten feet long and stuck right in front of Shaoyuan Jinxian.
Shaoyuan Jinxian came flying towards him. He only looked back at the movements of Miao Wen Buddha and completely ignored the existence of Yin Xuege in front of him. He hit Shifang Chaodu with his head, and the big bronze pillar did not move at all, tens of thousands of miles away in an instant.
The Shaoyuan Jinxian howled miserably, bouncing up like a marble, tilting his neck and being bounced back thousands of miles.
Buddha Miaowen noticed the sea of blood released by Yin Xuege, and saw that Shaoyuan Jinxian was assassinated by him in such a weird way. Buddha Miaowen laughed loudly and said: "Interesting, interesting, fellow Taoist Shaoyuan
, it’s better to invite you into the urn.”
With a flick of his finger, a shadow of a hundred-foot-long finger condensed behind Shaoyuan Jinxian. With a 'boom', Shaoyuan Jinxian was crushed to the ground by this finger, and was crushed deeply into the ground and moved.
No. This blow caused him to vomit blood from all his orifices, and his soul was almost crushed.
As soon as the golden cymbal moved, Shaoyuan Jinxian flew up uncontrollably and quickly sank into the golden cymbal.
Yin Xuege looked at Miaowen Buddha with a smile on his face. He felt his heart tremble. Golden Immortals were all powerful beings that he could not compete with. Peak Golden Immortals like Miuyuan Jinxian were even more terrifying creatures that Yin Xuege could not match.
able.
But a Buddha who has just attained enlightenment can actually crush a peak golden immortal. This kind of power is truly astonishing.
"The magical power of blood that my little Taoist has cultivated? It's interesting. I'll give this blood essence to my little Taoist."
Miaowen Buddha smiled as he watched Yin Xuuge casually crush it with his finger. Sima Yan howled miserably, and his body immediately exploded. Countless heavy blood dispersed around with a whistling sound, and was quickly fought and devoured by countless creatures in the sea of blood.
.These blood sea creatures cheered in succession, and hundreds of thousands of blood sea creatures formed blood cocoons at the same time and began to sleep and evolve.
The golden cymbal shook slightly, and Sima Yan's soul flew into the sky, wailing and being sucked in by the golden cymbal.
Yin Xuege solemnly bowed to Miaowen Buddha. Miaowen Buddha smiled slightly and nodded to Yin Xuege. Then he frowned and looked north. In the direction he was looking, the sky suddenly became bright. Twelve flying cities.
Flying towards this side as fast as lightning.
"Huh? A saint of the Sima clan?" Miaowen Buddha sighed softly: "The reaction was a little slow. It seems that they were entangled."
As soon as Miao Wen Buddha's sigh came out, the twelve cities volleying in the air suddenly stopped. Invisible twisting power entangled their cities. The metal cities made a continuous "clicking" sound, and countless lines appeared in the blink of an eye.
Cracks appeared in the city wall.
The shrill screams could be clearly heard thousands of miles away. The bodies of large groups of high-level sub-saints in the city exploded, turning into rain of blood and scattering in the sky.
Twelve flickering figures jumped out from the city. They shouted at the same time and attacked an unknown existence above the void. But a purple bamboo stick seemed to fly from the sky, millions of miles long and thousands of miles thick.
The upper and lower bamboo sticks were knocked down gently, and the twelve saints vomited blood and fell down at the same time. Several of them fell directly from high altitude to the ground, and they fell in an awkward manner.
"Children, you are still too young, too young."
High in the sky, the unknown existence muttered in a low voice.
Suddenly, a magnificent river of starlight shot out from the north. Sima Rushui, the holy ancestor of the Sima clan, rode the vortex of starlight rushing across the sky and teleported here quickly. He fired with both hands, and countless swords and spears condensed by starlight
Swords, halberds and other weapons flew through the air, hitting the purple stick shadow with ear-piercing screams.
"The little doll's cultivation is not bad...it's just not bad."
The voice sighed softly: "I promised the children that if they fight back this time, the saints of the Sima clan are not allowed to intervene, so you can't take action."
The purple stick shadow turned into a whirlwind and fell from the sky. Countless swords, guns, swords and halberds made of starlight were stirred in by the whirlwind and shattered. With a terrifying roar, Sima Rushui was hit on the head with a stick, and blood rained all over the sky.
The stick flew around and smashed half of his head into pieces.
Sima Rushui hugged the broken head and turned around to run away, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The purple stick shadow lifted slightly, and then fell downwards again. The twelve saints of the Sima clan who were knocked to the dust let out a desperate howl, and were driven into the bottomless underground by the stick shadow.
The shadow of the stick dissipated and the sky returned to clarity, as if nothing had happened.
The twelve saints were wiped out in ashes, leaving no trace behind.
Yin Xuuge was stunned. He hurriedly drove the blood sea and flew towards that direction with countless blood sea creatures.
The blood splashed by Sima Rushui at least has a water tank, plus the blood essence dripped by the twelve fallen saints, how much benefit will his blood sea creatures get.
Behind, the green-faced Meng Hu laughed loudly: "Fellow Taoists, the enemy army will be wiped out in one fell swoop, so go ahead and sweep it away!"
"Capture all the cities you can capture! Take away everything you can see." (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!