His momentum surged, and Xiao Buchong vomited three mouthfuls of soul-essence-blood in a row to increase the power of his mind.
The ripples on the bronze mirror grow from small to large, splashing out invisible waves visible to the naked eye.
"Whoa whoa whoa."
There are waves without water, reflecting the blurry figures of the two people at two separate ends.
Wen Gu Bi Ling's pupils dilated, then contracted sharply and said: "The soul essence and blood are the foundation of cultivation. If you consume more than half of them, you won't be able to become a semi-saint even if you kill me."
Xiao Buchong didn't respond, he formed a seal with his hands, blending the essence and blood into the center of his eyebrows.
The next moment, he moved forward, and the power of the unfulfilled law reappeared all over his body: "Mortal practice is based on force."
"The peak is the Eighteenth Level of Perfection of Martial Arts. Below this, all living beings are like ants, and they can overlook the world from above."
"Once the mortal body is washed away and ascended to the immortal world, the foundation of cultivation becomes a true immortal, and there are nineteen realms."
"There is only one of the nineteen realms, regardless of the early, middle or late stages, or even the Great Perfection."
"You can think of immortals as ants, dominating the world."
"You have the strength of the Nineteenth Realm, but you don't understand why the Nineteenth Realm exists."
"In the final analysis, you are just a spirit body."
"You will never understand what it means to break out of the cocoon and be reborn, and the mystery of being able to step into the path of a saint after transcending the way of heaven."
"Kakakaka."
The physical body splits and the laws operate.
Xiao Buchong showed pain on his face, and slowly pushed with his palm: "You have worries in your heart, and you are risking your life just to survive."
"I'm different, I'm asking for death."
"I am willing to give up this immortal body that has been cultivated for 20,000 years, and give up all my cultivation to dominate the world and be the top of the true immortal realm."
"I want this heaven to no longer be able to trap me or bind me."
"I want......"
Qi is like a gossamer thread, and the physical body collapses.
He exploded into a ball of blood mist on the spot, and the remaining thoughts rushed towards the bronze mirror.
"you......"
Wen Gubi, who was in a wait-and-see state, felt shocked and his scalp was numb. At the same time, he did not hesitate to use the biggest trump card he could use, a palace of Wenqi stored in Wengu Pen.
"Block it, block it for me."
Roaring wildly, he stepped closer to the bronze mirror, his mind pouring inwardly.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."
Literary energy is like a dragon, and the yellow light is dazzling.
Two streaks of light appear faintly on the surface of the bronze mirror, one yellow and one purple.
The yellow shadow is the illusion of Wen Dian Shengbing's bone pen, and the purple shadow is condensed by Xiao Buchong's green-skinned gourd.
The two kept colliding and biting.
No one can surrender to anyone, and no one can devour anyone.
Wen Gu Bi Ling's eyes are bulging, and veins are popping up on his forehead.
He speeded up the infusion of literary energy like crazy, trying to disintegrate the purple energy that represented Xiao Buchong.
However, the bronze mirror is surrounded by the power of laws that have not yet formed to compete. Although it is not a true semi-holy law, it has a level of suppression that exceeds the power of immortals.
"Slow, too slow."
In a panic, he made a secret with one hand and forcibly separated the spirit body from the bone pen.
"Xiao Buchong, give up your physical body and cultivation, use your soul to take over and fly into the bronze mirror of your mind to fight me to the death."
"Use me as a whetstone and try to step on me to become a Half-Saint."
"You, don't even think about it."
Gritting his teeth, his spirit body flew into the bronze mirror and disappeared in an instant.
