Chapter 2579 The gods are immortal, the gods are dead
The crimson magic cloud surged out together with Gu Shejing, flying around Bai Qing'er like a swimming dragon.
In an instant, a bloody demon handprint the size of a millstone struck Bai Qing'er's vest.
Bai Qing'er didn't turn around, she just put her hands together, like a Buddhist practicing meditation.
"Wow!"
The phantoms of eight hundred golden bodhisattvas appeared, blooming with thousands of meters of golden light, and the sound of the Buddha was loud. In the next moment, all the golden bodhisattvas merged into one and turned into a Vajra Buddha.
Vajra Buddha punched out and collided with the blood-colored demon handprint, erupting into eight hundred ripples of Buddha light.
The demonic hand seal shattered open with a bang, and Gu Shejing's true body appeared. A look of surprise appeared in a pair of eyes that contained infinite demonic potential.
Just as she was about to retreat, Bai Qing'er suddenly turned around and pushed out with a light palm.
The sky filled with clouds appeared in the palm of my hand, and wisps of air flowed like threads.
Gu Shejing was shocked again. Bai Qing'er's palm was so mysterious that it seemed to be pushing towards her, but instead it was pulling her in and out, making it impossible for her to retreat or escape. She moved her body forward.
Lean away.
Gu Shejing was also extremely skilled. At this critical moment of life and death, she fully mobilized the regular divine patterns in her body and formed the magical power of No Other Death Finger.
As soon as he moved his finger, a dazzling divine light illuminated the entire altar.
"Boom!"
Gu Shejing flew backwards, her two fingers were filled with blood and she was trembling uncontrollably.
Not only was the Demon Ancestor's battle body broken, but even his Death Fingers were also broken.
"Tai Qing Tui Yun Shou!" Zhang Ruochen said with a complicated expression.
The Taiqing Pushing Cloud Hand is the first form of the "Eight Origins" passed down to Zhang Ruochen by the Burying Gold White Tiger. Unexpectedly, Bai Qing'er, who was secretly learning it from the side, understood the secret and reached such an astonishing level.
Bai Qing'er said: "If your demon ancestor's battle body had not been damaged before, it would not be so easy to break. As for the fact that you will die without him, that's it. If you want to fight me, you have to show your true ability."
OK."
Gu Shejing snorted softly, and the blood stains on her fingers dissipated and turned into glass and jade.
At the other end, above Yuan Qianmo's head, a completely realized hand of death condensed, tens of feet long, descended from the sky, and pressed towards Bai Qing'er.
Even standing far away, in the camel formation, Zhang Ruochen and A Le both felt like their bodies were sinking, as if "the sky" was pressing down.
The hand of death in Yuan Qianmo has the terrifying power to shatter the planet.
Bai Qing'er's sleeves were rolled up, and the tens of feet long hand of death was directly taken away by her and put into her sleeves.
Then, the hand of death flew towards the Blood Spirit Immortal who was attacking with a sword.
"Bang!"
The Blood Spirit Immortal Sword merged into one, as fast as light, and struck the hand of the God of Death.
The hand of the God of Death exploded and turned into a ball of death energy. The Blood Spirit Immortal's sword was blocked, and his body fell back and fell back to the original place.
Yuan Qianmo's face changed again and again. The magical power of the hand of death was easily taken away by the opponent, and it was also transformed into her own power to fight. Compared with when she was in the Aoyun asteroid belt, she became stronger!
Could it be that this pursuit was all intentional on her part?
Borrowing the power of the top powerful men from all the major forces in the hell world to hone her way?
"I have already said that if you act alone, you will never be my opponent."
With a look of contempt for all living beings in her eyes, Bai Qing'er released the Holy Intent of the First Opening of Dao Realm and Chaos, pulling Gu Shejing, Yuan Qianmo, and Blood Spirit Immortal into the chaos.
The space in the chaos was infinitely vast. It seemed as if they were still on the altar, but also as if they had entered another space.
Master Yeyou stared at the violently turbulent chaotic clouds, with admiring and fanatical eyes, and said: "This Baihua Fairy is so powerful, so crazy, and so domineering that he directly pulled the three powerful men into his path.
Domain. Isn’t she afraid that the Dao domain will be penetrated?”
"What she cultivated is the perfect second-grade holy will. The second-grade holy will is combined with the Tao realm. If the spirit doesn't come out, who can defeat it?" said the seven-handed old man.
"She is not Givenchy. There is no way that Givenchy could be so powerful." Cairo Earth Master said coldly.
No one paid attention to him.
Zhang Ruochen asked Granny Haitang: "What did Granny mean when she said earlier that the gods are dead?"
Granny Haitang didn't seem to care about the safety of the Blood Spirit Immortal at all, and patiently explained to Zhang Ruochen: "How many gods have been born in the Kunlun world from ancient times to the present?"
Zhang Ruochen thought for a while, then shook his head.
"How many gods have been born in the entire world of heaven and the ten clans of hell from ancient times to the present?" Granny Haitang said.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head again.
Granny Haitang said: "You know, once you become a true god, in a certain sense, it means immortality."
Zhang Ruochen knew this and nodded.
The true god's soul is powerful. Not only does he have a soul within his body, but part of his soul is located in the heaven and earth outside his body, and his mind wanders in the vast universe.
Just like this, even if the physical body dies and the soul in the body is completely refined, the true god is still not completely dead.
Because mortals can communicate with the true god’s remaining soul or thoughts in the world through sacrifices and other methods.
In the beginning, Chi Linyuan, the leader of the Blood God Sect, communicated with the soul of the dead Blood God through sacrifices.
Grandma Haitang said: "After the death of the True God, the thin souls left in the world all went to another dimension of space. Only by using methods similar to sacrifices can we break the space wall, communicate with them, and even gain their power."
"That dimension of space is what we call the God Realm?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Granny Haitang said: "Perhaps some ignorant mortals call it the God Realm, but in fact, everyone from all walks of life calls it the Lihen Heaven."
Zhang Ruochen was somewhat familiar with "Lihentian", so he didn't think much about it for a while and asked: "Is the mark of divine martial arts that the monk obtained given by Lihentian?"
Grandma Haitang shook her head and said: "No, the gods are dead. Even if there are still residual souls left in Lihentian, they can't become a climate. They are like a ball of air or a wisp of smoke. How can they have such a big impact on the world?"
The influence? It’s just that Lihentian is infinitely huge, otherwise, the gods from heaven and hell would have entered it long ago and captured all the souls to refine and absorb them!”
It's normal for Zhang Ruochen to think about it. There is probably only one ten thousandth of the true god's soul floating outside the body. With his current cultivation level, he can defeat it.
Granny Haitang said: "About the Shenwu Mark, it is one of the ultimate secrets of the universe that I don't even know about."
After Zhang Ruochen thought about it carefully, he said: "I understand that after reaching the supreme realm in the four realms of martial arts, the resonance caused by the gods is actually breaking some rules between heaven and earth, thus communicating with the Lihen Heaven.
The remnant soul of the god.”
"The marks of the gods integrated into my Qi Sea are the remnant souls of these gods, right?"
Grandma Haitang nodded, with soft eyes and said: "You are very smart, indeed."
"But why do these remnant souls of gods do this?" Zhang Ruochen asked curiously.
Granny Haitang's eyes became sad, and she said bitterly: "Because the ones who gave you the mark are all gods who have fallen in the history of Kunlun Realm."
"They are dead, but they are still selecting talents from the future generations to protect you and guide you until you reach the level of the Blood Spirit Immortals and others in the future, and use your own spirit to overwhelm them all and wipe out the remaining consciousness of them.
The moment you break into the divine realm, the remnant souls of their gods in Lihentian will fly into your body and strengthen your soul. And they will die completely and disappear from the world."
"What if my spirit can't overcome them? I won't be able to be crowned king at all in the future?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Grandma Haitang shook her head and said: "I don't know about that! But...it is said that if you want to be crowned a king, you have to reach the immeasurable realm. And to reach the immeasurable realm, you have to go to Lihentian, which may be related to this.
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Zhang Ruochen was silent for a long time, and after a long while, he sighed: "The gods are dead, but the heroic souls will never die."
From the chaotic clouds in the distance, deafening sounds of battle continued to be heard like divine thunder.
The clouds sometimes grow larger and sometimes shrink.
Although Bai Qing'er is strong, it seems that the battle is very difficult.
Zhang Ruochen secretly resented that his cultivation level was too low, otherwise he would have barged in and fought an earth-shaking battle, instead of being like now, unable to even see the battle clearly.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's eyes fell on the Sword Island in the center of the Blood Lake. His mind moved slightly and he said to Master Cairo: "Let's go over and take a look at the control formation."
"Are you crazy?" Master Cairo said in fear.
Master Yeyou and Old Man Qishou's expressions changed greatly, and they quickly tried to dissuade them.
"Why are you so nervous? I just want to go to the lakeside and have a look." Zhang Ruochen said.
The Cairo Earth Master had no choice but to comply.
Master Yeyou did not dare to approach the Blood Lake and wanted to leave the Camel Formation. However, after seeing the eagerly looking monks from the Temple of Death and the Wu Ma Jiu Xing standing above Ying Long, he still had the courage to follow.
When the monks in the Temple of Death saw Zhang Ruochen and the others going to the Blood Lake, they did not stop them. Instead, they all sneered.
"Master Qian Mo has suffered a great loss, but they still dare to approach the Blood Lake?"
"Zhang Ruochen is so bold that he probably wants to die!"
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Wuma Jiuxing looked over with a rather interested expression.
The closer they got to the blood lake, the more invisible pressure and fear the people in the formation camels felt, as if there was a huge beast with an open mouth in front of them, waiting to devour them.
The Cairo Earth Master, the Night Tour Master, and the Seven-Handed Old Man had beads of sweat on their faces, and tried to dissuade Zhang Ruochen several times.
The formation camel stopped ten feet away from the blood lake and could no longer move forward. If it continued to move forward, the strange power of the blood lake would be able to decompose the formation inscriptions one after another.
Accompanied by Granny Haitang, Zhang Ruochen walked out of the formation camel and came to the bank of the Blood Lake.
Zhang Ruochen didn't believe that the water of the blood lake could really destroy everything, so he took out a wooden pillar connected to the divine tree and threw it into the blood lake.
The wooden pillar floated on the surface of the Blood Lake for only half a breath before turning into dust and disappearing into the water.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen took out the king's sacred artifacts, sacred stones, sacred bones, holy sources... and took out all kinds of treasures to try. Without exception, once they touch the water of the blood lake, they will turn into sand and dust.
Only the divine bones last longer.
This wave of operations that seemed to show off wealth made the monks in the Temple of Death stare blankly, and they started planning secretly. They felt that snatching Zhang Ruochen was more reliable than snatching the artifact on Sword Island.
Zhang Ruochen was calculating, using the Divine Skeleton as a bridge, how sure would he be to get to the Jian Island to get the artifact? And how big is the risk?