Su Twelve spoke calmly, and as he spoke, a weak amount of true energy surged out.
Under the control of objects, the pseudo heaven and earth furnace hovering in the air turned into a stream of light and flew in front of him, and was pocketed by him.
Seeing Su Twelve put away the fake heaven and earth furnace, Situ Zhen's eyes were full of envy, but he was unable to do anything.
He knew that with such a treasure in hand, Su Twelve's future achievements would be limitless.
And this treasure had passed him by before, and he was only one step away from grasping it firmly.
It's just that now, no matter how much regret you have, it's useless.
Your life is about to pass away, and only those who are alive can go further.
"Nobody?"
"How can a mediocre and unknown person possess so many treasures? Can he understand the 'Swordsmanship of Heaven'? Can he cultivate the Great Brahma Holy Palm, the secret skill of Jinzen Temple, to such an extent?" .??.
Situ Zhen's cloudy eyes suddenly shone brightly, glaring at Su Twelve angrily.
At this moment, there was a sense of anger at being humiliated!
Whether it was his own investigation or the information obtained from the Demonic Shadow Palace, it all showed that Su Twelve was just an ordinary monk from a small place.
But Situ Zhen was preconceived and unwilling to accept this fact at all.
"You may not believe it, but everything in this world is always determined by human actions!" Su Twelve put his hands behind his back and stared at Situ Zhen coldly.
At this time, Situ Zhen had lost all his cultivation and could no longer pose any threat to him.
And seeing Situ Zhen reduced to such a state made him even more vigilant.
Success takes thousands of years, but failure takes an instant!
The road to immortality is long and you must always be careful and cautious.
Otherwise, one wrong thought will lead to the end of the road of no return.
Situ Zhen is the best example of this. He does not hope that one day he will be reduced to such a situation.
"Everything depends on manpower? Haha, what a good thing it all depends on manpower! Do you think I am stubborn?"
Will things believe what you say?"
"Do you know what miscellaneous spiritual roots mean? These are the most common mortal roots in the world, but it is recognized that they cannot achieve the great path. There are countless living beings. Even if you can awaken your spiritual roots with the help of elixirs, your qualifications must be above those of mortal roots.
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"As for those whose spiritual roots cannot be awakened with the help of elixirs, it's not that they don't have spiritual roots, but because their bodies are mortal roots. It takes several times or dozens of times of elixirs to make the spiritual roots appear. But if the spiritual roots don't appear,
It’s also a good thing for them. After all, even if they embark on the path to immortality, they will only be able to look back on others throughout their lives. Letting them practice is just a waste of resources!”
"Although I don't know how you made the miscellaneous spiritual roots appear. But if it is really such a spiritual root, let alone the help of the treasure, even if the Daluo Immortal is alive, it is impossible for you to condense the golden elixir!!"
"How can a mortal monk, who is as humble as an ant, be able to defeat me? This is simply a joke!!!"
Situ Zhen shook his head wildly, not believing Su Twelve's words at all.
He has been practicing for hundreds of years, and relying on his own efforts, he has worked hard to reach the position of deacon and elder of the inner sect in a top force like Huanxing Sect.
He relies not only on scheming, but also on his own amazing talent!!!
It is acceptable to say that he was defeated by a conspiracy or at the hands of a genius.
But if you lose to an unknown person, a loser who is not even as good as a mortal, then what is your life?
A joke?
This is nothing more than a big joke, right?
Su Twelve's expression remained unchanged, but his heart suddenly suddenly became clear.
Miscellaneous spiritual roots? Ordinary roots?
It seems that the ability to manifest spiritual roots back then was due to the help of the heaven and earth furnace!
flashing through my mind quickly
When I was a child, I used the heaven and earth stove to hold condiments and ate all the birds and beasts in the mountains and forests.
That... was one of the few, happiest and most innocent times in his life!
"Whether it's miscellaneous spiritual roots or ordinary roots! Is it important?"
"Although immortal cultivators are powerful, they are still as weak as ants when faced with the desperate and dangerous places of nature."
"Mortals are certainly weak, but there are no monks who are not cultivated by mortals. People gather together, and all the miracles in the world are not created by people! Monks ask for the path to immortality, but what is an immortal? People have traveled through mountains and rivers
It just doesn’t change the nature of human beings!”
The past experiences along the way quickly flashed through Su Twelve's mind like a fleeting glance.
Su Twelve felt something in his heart. He stared at Situ Zhen and couldn't help but say a few more words.
"Of all the miracles in the world, which one was not created by humans?"
"What is an immortal? People go through mountains and rivers without changing the nature of human beings?"
After reciting these two sentences in a low voice, Situ Zhen felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body suddenly shook, and he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.
In a daze, my consciousness seemed to go back to a long time ago. During the severe drought, the ancient village was full of hunger and death.
Under the setting sun, a starving young man, with a thin face and yellow muscles, was on the verge of collapse. He carried the whole village on his back to scrape together a small amount of money and food, and resolutely went into the mountains to practice, determined to learn the methods of the immortals and make his hometown prosperous from now on.
But since then, the young man who carried the hope of the whole village has never returned.
When did you change your original intention and forget that you are still an individual?
Situ Zhen could no longer remember it, but there were two hot and regretful tears trembling in his wrinkled eyes that had no sparkle anymore.
Looking up at Su Twelve, the unwillingness and resentment in his eyes quickly dissipated, and there was only a deep feeling in his eyes.
Shocking.
Only then did he realize that Su Twelve might not be as good as him in cultivation level, but in terms of state of mind, he was far above him.
Such a monk, no matter what his spiritual qualifications are, his future achievements will already be above him.
"Let's do it! Defeat in your hands is not unjust! The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. This deacon has been aware of this principle since the first day he entered the path of cultivating immortals!!!"
Situ Zhen steeled himself and stood up from the ground with difficulty. With his eyes closed tightly, two tears fell down.
Facing death, this time, he was extremely calm.
Only when facing the past, his heart was filled with regret. He regretted that he should not have understood it in the first place, and regretted that he understood it too late.
"Since you have the consciousness of death, then go on this road... well!!"
Su Twelve's expression remained unchanged and indifferent. Whether Situ Zhen repented or not was irrelevant to him.
The other party has tried to kill him over and over again, but now that he has the chance, he has no reason to let him go.
After saying this, his eyes turned cold, Wuxie sword trembled slightly, and a flash of sword light appeared.
The sword passed by, and Situ Zhen's body fell to the ground with a crash, his head already missing!
The dignified deacon elder of Huanxing Sect’s inner sect has just fallen!
Su Twelve looked at the scene in front of him calmly, without any disturbance in his heart.
In the world of immortal cultivators, killing everyone is the norm. He...has long been used to it!
With a wave of his sleeves, a ball of fire fell and set Situ Zhen's body on fire.
In the blazing flames, two bloody streams of light and a storage bag flew back quickly.
Before they could fly in front of Su Twelve, the two element-devouring blood worms made a plop and fell to the ground.
"Um?"
Su Twelve raised his brows, and with quick eyesight and quick hands, he immediately used his true energy to control the two element-devouring bloodworms.