The Ghost King stands on the dome of heaven in the blessed land.
Emperor Qi hangs the curtain.
The hell in disguise is painted into a large robe and cloak.
Tu Shanjun raised his palm and looked at the skeleton ghost hand wrapped with chains.
The arm shook, and the ashes flew away like burning paper money, growing from the end of the remaining flesh and blood as if time and space were flowing backwards.
After a while, a complete arm grew again.
Recite the Sutra of Immortality.
Xuan Gong brings good luck.
The breath is completely stable.
"It's done!"
Wu Rong, who was holding the Soul Flag, looked at the Ghost King in the distance.
The mysterious breath surges like a great tide.
Tao Qi is like spinning thread on a loom.
The innate emperor of life and death in the great realm within Tu Shanjun sits cross-legged in Tianyuan, echoing the peach blossoms of life and death.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and the golden pupils suddenly split into double connected pupils. The Emperor of Life and Death tilted his head slightly, and a coercive face appeared. It was none other than Yang Shen, one of the three phases.
Yang Shen was bred from the golden elixir without leakage.
Saying he is the Yang God does not mean that he is the most yang and strong god.
Whether it is the 'Yang God', the 'Yin God' or the 'Dharma', they are all yin and yang, and they grow with the monks.
Today, Tushanjun's yin and yang gods are no less than the innate spirit 'Dharma' that was born in the great world within the body.
Daohua.
Whether it is real or illusory, good luck or not, it is all a manifestation of one's own path to the great road.
It is the monks who truly carry the road.
In other words, what can be described as a "flower" is the three phases in the body. It does not mean that three Taoist flowers appear on the top of the head, which means that the three flowers gather at the top. It is the ultimate cultivation of the "Dharma", "Yang Shen" and "Yin Shen".
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Only by pushing these ‘Three Flowers’ to the top can you have the opportunity to attain the fruition position.
Tushanjun is now engaged in the process of internal refining.
The Yang God comes out of the Great World, sits in the Sea of Consciousness, and carries the Yin and Yang Avenue.
Twist the yin and yang method with your hands.
The Tao breath intertwined with black and white colors flourishes on its own.
The great inspiration is like a carving knife, gradually carving the rough yin and yang millstone.
The grindstone has two layers, the inner and outer layers.
Gradually, it was raised above the head and merged with the illusory Dao flower.
The Dao flower is white on top and black on the bottom, with clear lotus petals, and finally slowly blooms.
The breath of yin and yang is as turbulent as the rippling jade pond.
Daohua is rooted in the endless deep netherworld, reaching up to the thirty-third level of clear sky.
The blooming Dao flower rotates in circles, slowly moving from the top of the head, and hanging again on the back of Tushanjun. The Yin and Yang Dao flower is like the real core of the Dao. As it slowly rotates, the infinite Dao Qi is woven into mysterious threads.
The mysterious light of Xuansi is restrained but like an indestructible divine weapon, simple and sharp.
The escaping Taoist breath hangs down in darkness, turning into robe decoration.
It's obviously just a pendant, but it looks far more solid than the Chaos Shield.
If the ghost king just now could evolve such a Yin-Yang Dao method, even the large formation placed in the blessed land of the Feathered People and the torrent of dozens of saints pressing the formation together would not be able to break through the defense of his Yin-Yang Millstone.
"That is?!"
"Daohua, the second one!"
There was another commotion among the saints.
Daoxi inspiration flew out.
Among the saints, those with insufficient cultivation could barely resist with their Gang Qi, but they still couldn't resist and spit out traces of blood.
At the same time, the horror in their eyes was even greater.
What they faced turned out to be a Taoist Erhua.
Such monks are among the best in the entire Eastern Wasteland.
Not to mention that they only had a total of more than 20 saints to join the formation, even if they had doubled the number and responded to the clan-protecting formation, they would not be able to do anything to the other side.
It was obvious that the opponent was not Erhua just now, but only accomplished such a feat after killing the ancestor of their Yu clan.
Defeating the enemy and advancing to the Jin Dynasty became an indelible legend.
But everyone just felt bitter.
Because that stepping stone is the ancestor of their Feathered Clan.
The entire Yuren tribe will always be the one that is arranged in the storybook.
Later generations will compile many stories to support this day, and every time they are mentioned, it will inevitably be accompanied by "idiots" like them.
Perhaps, they simply cannot see that day. After they take action, they will usher in an extremely severe liquidation.
"Escape, how to escape?"
"Fight, how to fight?"
No one knows.
There are only two people who behave completely differently from all the saints, and that is Yu Renzheng and Lou Jingou. Yu Renzheng tried his best not to recognize them.
Lou Jingou, on the other hand, had cold sweat flowing down his forehead, and his pupils couldn't stop trembling.
The organization's files on the 'Ghost King' have gradually become more complete.
It was precisely because of his understanding that he understood how powerful the other party was.
Today, he saw that Qi Ling Daojun's strength had further improved. Such a secret was not something that he, a top holy king, could bear.
"Repent!"
Lou Jingou's knuckles grasped the gourd, but they turned pale because of too much force.
When he thought that the other party knew his identity, Lou Jingou felt even more like, 'I will die from heaven'.
Fortunately, I was not beaten to death by the ancestor of the Feather Clan, and now I am going to be beaten to death by a Erhua Dao Lord.
Not to mention Lou Jingou, Yu Renhui, who had the ax on his neck, was dumbfounded and then smiled helplessly.
They were still able to fight tooth and nail in the Ichika Realm just now, how can they fight now?
A drop of Taoist blood from the Taoist master is enough to kill them, not to mention that the Erhua Taoist in front of him has already stabilized his wits and is standing next to the Taoist holding the banner.
At this moment, everyone has ignored the fact that the Ghost King is a soul-honored banner weapon spirit. It's not that they don't want to mention it, but they don't dare to mention it at all.
The Feather Human Infant took a step forward, but bowed and said: "I made a thousand mistakes, all of which are my Feather Human Infant's fault. I am willing to commit suicide and apologize. I also hope that the seniors can be merciful and let them live. The Feather Human Clan monks must
I don’t dare to appear in front of my seniors, forever and ever.”
"Uncle Six!"
"Uncle Liu!"
"..."
All the saints were shocked and sad.
The saint with strong vitality was even more angry and took a step forward. He gritted his teeth and said: "Uncle Six, why are you doing this? Even if you die, you can't be saved. Our Yu clan is by no means a cowardly clan, and our Yu clan saint is by no means a coward. I am willing to fight to the end."
The last drop of holy blood."
"Fight to the last drop of blood!"
"war!"
One word response.
All saints share the same hatred.
Yu Renhui stared at Yu Renyue coldly, with a smile on his lips, and whispered: "You, Yu Renyue, are not the only ones who think about the future of the clan. Which saint is not like this? They may not have responded to your call.
But he is not a scum that is begging for mercy."
"Their behavior may seem repetitive, but in fact they always stand on the same side, which is the feathered people and the future of the feathered people."
"You said that the ancestor killed the old patriarch, who saw it?"
"If the ancestor wanted to kill him, why did he still allow the top holy king to appear in the clan?"
"Because the ancestor knows very well that one day, someone will overthrow his rule. This person may be you, or me, or even more likely in the distant future."
"But, you are so smart that you ruined the future of the Feathered People."
Yu Renyue looked at Yu Renhui calmly and said: "The universe does not revolve around our Yu Ren clan. We want to be insular and not have contact with the outside world, but the outside world does not think so. The world is an intricate and intertwined world.
We cannot survive alone, nor can we remain stable in the long term."
Yu Renhui sneered: "But who can you represent?"
"In this world, you can't represent anyone, you can only represent yourself."
"He can represent me!"
A low but extremely clear voice echoed in the distance.
Everyone followed the sound.
The person who spoke.
Wearing a Taoist robe and holding a soul-honoring flag.
The Lord of the Spiritual Dao of Erhuaqi stands beside him as a guardian envoy.
The long crown was broken, causing the hair to fall down, and the five holy soldiers were looming.
He grew taller and taller as he was surrounded by thousands of yin energy.
The slightly pale face is topped by a straight and aquiline nose, which not only does not ruin the handsomeness, but instead adds sharpness, ability and popularity.
The Taoist stood tall and straight, like a javelin, and his cold eyes showed kindness and warmth: "Because he is my friend!"
Yu Renyue's eyes were filled with tears, which almost burst out. Even the purple-gold thunder ax in his hand was trembling slightly.
In fact, he didn't dare to bet, and he couldn't say too much, but as he said, he regarded Wu Rong as a friend, and they were completely friends that day at Feixian Tower.
At that time, the two of them had great ambitions. One wanted to become enlightened and the other wanted to overthrow the corruption in the family. So they hit it off and did such a big thing. Not only did they live together, but it was equivalent to dying together.
None of them said it explicitly, but they all had dreams in their hearts.
Retrieve the Purple Gold Thunder Ax.
Yu Renyue was so excited and happy, and felt that this trust was extremely valuable.
Wu Rong also acknowledged this friend when he revealed his purpose in Feixian Tower.
He had met many people in his life and had many friends, and each of them parted ways for different reasons, but he didn't think anything of it. At least at that moment, they recognized each other.
Even if Yu Renyue did not take action to stop Yu Renhui, or even joined the crusade, Wu Rong would not blame him. People are not static, and thoughts will always change faster than actions.
Because of this, Yuren Yue's shot is even more precious.
As for whether the two have their own purposes.
have!
Wu Rong didn't care.
Making friends is inherently accompanied by various purposes, even for children. Those who have no desires or demands will not make friends.
Wu Rong unfolded the scroll of life and death in his hand and said loudly: "The Yuren are extraordinary. Their lifespan has expired but they linger in the world and refuse to leave. They swallow the sky and the earth, interfere with life and death, and affect reincarnation."
"There is an order from the underworld, and I am specially ordered to come and arrest you."
"After the matter is over, Yuren Feihe has been executed!"
"The monks in Zhaotianxia have a destiny of life and death, so don't disturb the order of heaven."
Putting away the scroll of life and death in his hand, Wu Rong walked down from the sky.
He passed by the feathered baby who was bowing and saluting.
He didn't even look at the other person, nor did he say anything. He walked straight in front of Yu Renyue, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help. If it hadn't been for your help, it would be hard for me to be kind here."
"……,No."
Yu Renyue was shocked and quickly waved his hand.
He didn't dare to take credit.
Although the Five Saints suffered a lot of minor and serious injuries in this battle, fortunately they could still be saved. If it weren't for Wu Rong, they would all have to answer here.
"It all depends on fellow Taoists, and..."
Yu Renyue looked at Lord Gao Daodao beside Wu Rong.