There is no way, now is no longer the time to use nuclear weapons to deter everything.
If he really wanted to take action, he would have hundreds of golden elixirs at his disposal and plow through everyone in a matter of minutes.
The fire clears the sky, and the Plum Blossom Empress and others are dejected.
For the sake of Huo Ling'er and Sang Daimeng, they were not killed, but they could be exempted from death penalty but could not escape from living crime, so they all became slaves.
The Sea of Flames brought these real slaves back to the Little Fairyland, and within three days, they unified the Little Fairyland, which was larger than the area of the earth.
From then on, the two realms were unified and Qingyun was respected.
The earth officially entered the starry sky and began the era of interstellar navigation.
All this has nothing to do with Yang Yifei.
He first used the All Souls Clone Technique to create millions of clones, and then used time acceleration to consume all the time crystals and accelerate for a hundred thousand years.
Finally, he cultivated the Avenue of Time to the level of the Golden Immortal.
That's right, tens of thousands of clones, and a hundred thousand years, can only cultivate the avenue of time to the level of the Golden Immortal.
This shows how difficult the Avenue of Time is.
This still uses the top-notch time technique called Yuqing Cosmic Light Magical Power.
If it were replaced by other ordinary exercises, it would be good to reach Tianxian.
To understand the great road, if you have it, you have it, and if you don’t have it, you don’t have it. It does not mean that you can achieve it by taking time.
Otherwise, enlightened people would have been flying all over the sky long ago.
"In a hundred thousand years, the world has gone through a lot of changes, but I didn't expect that we would only reach the Golden Immortal."
Yang Yifei sighed.
The Time Avenue clone was even more regretful: "Your and my wisdom have come to an end.
Unless you can improve your wisdom, it will be difficult to make progress."
Yang Yifei nodded.
Qualification determines the lower limit, and wisdom determines the upper limit.
Wisdom is the ceiling of cultivation.
When you reach a certain state, limited by wisdom, no matter how many pills you take, it won't work.
"For today's plan, there are two ways.
Either improve your wisdom, or find a monk who practices the Path of Time and extract his path."
Yang Yifei thought: "To improve your wisdom, you can only improve each other by discussing with others and colliding with each other during the debate.
This is too difficult, unless you are a fellow Taoist, no one is willing to discuss Taoism with you."
"And it's even harder to extract the avenue."
The avatar of the Avenue of Time said: "Cultivation in the Avenue of Time is inherently difficult, but it is even more difficult to cultivate to a high level.
If you kill those little monks, you might as well practice yourself."
"It's difficult."
Yang Yifei sighed softly.
The most important thing is that if there is no Immortal Lord, Demon Emperor, etc. who practice the Path of Time, it will be difficult to become a disciple.
"There is another way."
The clone of the Great Way of Reincarnation suddenly spoke: "Practice the Great Way of Wisdom.
As long as you master the road of wisdom, everything will be easily solved."
"This one is harder."
The avatar of the Avenue of Time shook his head repeatedly: "Although the Avenue of Wisdom is not ranked high in reincarnation, time, and destiny, it is the most difficult avenue to master.
If you can master this, you can master other avenues."
If there are few monks who are successful in cultivating the avenues of reincarnation, time, etc., then there will be even fewer cultivators in the avenue of wisdom.
It can even be said that there are very few, which can be described as rare.
"It seems that we can only go to the battlefield of the heavens."
Yang Yifei said thoughtfully.
The battlefield of the heavens is not only a place where various tribes killed the gods in ancient times, but also a place where various tribes fought.
God emperors, demon emperors, human emperors, etc. have fallen here on both hands.
The terrain here is dangerous and there are countless dangers, but it is also the place with the most benefits.
Some people once picked up fragments of Taoist artifacts, and some people received the inheritance of a certain emperor while walking.
All ethnic groups stationed heavy troops here.
Geniuses from all races also come here to practice.
There is even a consensus that geniuses who have not been on the battlefields of the heavens are not considered geniuses.
"Okay! Then go to the battlefield of the heavens!"
The martial arts clone said loudly, his blood boiling.
After being taught the Nine Transformations Mysterious Technique by Emperor Wu, he finally cultivated it into a martial arts holy body, and also cultivated a martial arts clone.
Putting away the Wheel of Life and Death and the Cosmic Optical Disk, Yang Yifei suddenly felt that he had lost his sense of Yang's Five Elements.
After some calculations, I found out that he was safe and sound, so I left him alone.
As for the earth, it is fine and there is no need to worry about it.
"First go to Yao Xiaoxian to inquire about the situation."
Yang Yifei flew down to Yuhua Star and found Yao Xiaoxian.
"The original poster is in retreat and has been in retreat for ten years."
Yao Xiaoxian's men said.
Yang Yifei was startled.
He used time to accelerate one hundred thousand years, and ten years passed in the outside world. In other words, the demon fairy obtained the Sutra of Reincarnation of Life, Death, and Reincarnation and went into seclusion.
"Has the Demon Lord collected the fragments of the Wheel of Life and Death?"
Yang Yifei's heart moved and he asked.
Just as Yao Xiaoxian's subordinate was about to deny it, Yang Yifei took out a half-elixir pill and immediately said: "It's a big piece, as big as half a planet."
"not good!"
Yang Yifei felt something was wrong, so he rushed in without any explanation.
The place where Yao Xiaoxian retreats.
A huge roulette wheel is slowly spinning.
"Give me your flesh, blood, and soul, and I will grant you eternal life."
The Brand of the Immortal Lord of Reincarnation stood on the wheel of life and death and laughed in a low voice.
The soul of Yao Xiaoxian left the body and was tightly suppressed by the wheels of life and death. He struggled desperately with a look of despair.
She thought Yang Yifei could deal with the imprint of the Samsara Immortal Lord, and so could she, but she didn't expect that she was only in the True Immortal Realm.
And Yang Yifei's true strength has even killed the Demon King.
The two are simply not the same.
She wanted to send a message to other clones to come to the rescue, or simply shake the Wanbao Tower and borrow the power of Wanbao Immortal Lord, but someone like Samsara Immortal Lord sealed the surrounding area as soon as he took action, cutting off the connection between Yao Xiaoxian's clone and the outside world.
At this time, she could only wait to die slowly.
"Don't struggle, it is your honor to dedicate everything to me.
After I become enlightened, I will resurrect you and let you share my glory."
Samsara Immortal Lord follows the path of good guidance.
It seems that his power is limited and he cannot kill the demon fairy quickly. He can only wear it down slowly and attack his heart at the same time.
"Strange, your soul seems incomplete?"
Samsara Immortal Lord has such sharp eyesight that he can immediately see the state of the demon fairy.
"It's a very interesting technique. Wait until the original body devours you, and then find other clones."
Yao Xiaoxian finally made up his mind that even if he died, his soul would not be swallowed up by the Samsara Immortal Lord.
Otherwise, he is likely to follow the connections between the clones and devour the other clones.
By then she had completely fallen.
The demon fairy secretly gathered strength to explode her soul.
The wheels of life and death suddenly pressed down hard, causing the soul of the demon to burst and its power to disperse.
"Want to blow yourself up?
If I can't even deal with you, how can I dare to be called the first person to become enlightened?"
Samsara Immortal Lord said leisurely: "But soon, I will no longer need this title.
Because, if I want to achieve enlightenment, I want to be the first emperor."
The little demon is in despair.
The previous confrontation was just an illusion. Samsara Immortal was afraid that she would explode when she came up, so he slowly wore away and paralyzed her.
"It's a shame that I didn't listen to fellow Taoist Yang."
The little demon is in despair.
"Die!"
The Samsara Immortal Lord is indifferent and urges the wheels of life and death to crush the soul of the demon fairy.
At this moment.
With a click, the secret room in which the demon fairy had retreated was shattered, and a figure broke in.