Although he doesn't understand the way of peace, he knows that this is something that only a spiritual saint can do! He condensed half a volume before becoming a saint?
Looking at the nine great eras, there must be only one or two with such talent! Old Beiyuan was really frightened by Taiping Su Xuan at this moment.
"boom!"
In a blink of an eye.
Taiping Su Xuan and Beiyuan Old Man collided again.
But this time.
Old Man Beiyuan obviously no longer has the suppressive power he had just now! What's more, what makes Old Man Beiyuan's mind roar is that the half volume of the Taiping Book has actually begun to be completed.
Not become a saint and gather Taipingshu?
How is it possible! This is against the rules of heaven and earth! Taiping Su Xuan, however, has a burning will.
Who said that without becoming a saint, one cannot condense the Taipingshu?
When he understands the Great Way to the extreme! When his faith in his heart is no longer confused! When he raises his hand, he can touch the Great Way! Who can stop him from becoming the Book of Peace?
"My heart is not lost, and the road can be expected!"
Taiping Su Xuan whispered.
"Buzz!"
Twenty-two Taiping characters were completely printed on half of the Taiping book.
at the same time.
Taiping Saint Master Xuying actually started to take the initiative to translate books for Taiping Su Xuan.
Every time you turn a page, the book of peace becomes complete.
In the dark, Taiping Su Xuan felt a big hand traveling through the past and present, pressing on the top of his head.
The immortal caressed my head, knotted my hair and received immortality... "Good!"
In the dark, a vast and kind voice echoed in Taiping Su Xuan's ears.
The gathering of Taipingshu... is imperative! At this moment.
The old woman in Taiping Village, far away in the south, raised her head in astonishment: "Book of Taiping, who made Taiping a saint?"
And this moment.
The old man Beiyuan was actually horrified. He felt that the sight of a terrifying existence that he didn't even dare to resist swept across this place! "What does it feel like?"
The old man Beipian was horrified and retreated hastily.
Everyone: "..." The Holy Spirit has retreated?
They were stunned.
And this time.
Taiping Su Xuan sat cross-legged and raised his head slightly.
The light of peace fell on him, making him look extremely peaceful and orthodox even though his eyes were covered with strange black cloth.
"Taiping wrote a book, twenty-two words of ambition...I, Su Xuan, will eventually realize it if I don't die..." Su Xuan of Taiping whispered.
"boom!"
A terrifying force came from nowhere, penetrated the heaven and earth, and fell directly from Taiping Su Xuan.
This moment.
The speed at which Taiping wrote a book was accelerated by more than ten times! "This is... a certain big shot recognized his way!"
The old man Beiyuan was shocked and had no intention of taking action at all.
And at this moment.
The frightened and angry voices of Tiancang and others echoed.
Taking advantage of this sudden explosion, Taiping Su Xuan directly snatched away their two Holy King weapons.
"Come again!"
Tiancang shouted fiercely.
"Mine."
Taiping Su Xuan only replied with three words.
Tiancang: “…” “All the elders have withdrawn?
Nothing can be done to him?"
"Is he sanctified?"
The two children of Lingshengtian, Luyang and Qingzhu, looked dull.
In their opinion, the eldest brother is the most powerful young talent.
But never.
Taiping Su Xuan severely shattered their idea. Even the elders who were spiritual saints had no choice but to Taiping Su Xuan! How could such a monster... appear in the Eastern Wasteland that had been in decline for nearly four eras?
"Elder..." Tiancang interfered with his lips and couldn't help but speak.
"With him standing in his way, there is no hope for the Holy Throne."
The old man of the Northern Ape sighed.
On the one hand, he really couldn't help Taiping Su Xuan, but on the other hand, he didn't want to offend Taiping Su Xuan anymore and felt that Taiping Su Xuan was extraordinary.
Time passes slowly.
Taiping Chengshu is still continuing, but it is beginning to integrate into Taiping Su Xuan's body.
This time.
Everything will work out! This is the result of Taiping Su Xuan's hard work! "Everyone can return to the northern border."
Taiping Su Xuan said calmly: "By the way, if you only have the strength of a first-order spiritual saint, don't come to the Eastern Wasteland again. If you don't add grudges, I'm afraid you won't be able to return to the north."
As soon as Old Man Beiyuan and the others stopped, they felt hugely humiliated.
"You..." "No need to say more, let's go!"
Taiping Su Xuan waved his hand, showing no intention of talking.
Their faces suddenly turned ugly.
"The Holy King's soldiers are coming again!"
Dragon Son and Phoenix Girl shouted sharply.
"Come and take it back if you can."
Taiping Su Xuandao.
They stagnated.
If you had that kind of strength, how could you be robbed?
"You are making an enemy of our Nine Heavens Holy Court."
they said.
"Are you sure?"
Taiping Su Xuan's voice was indifferent.
Longzi Fengnu paused, her eyelids twitching, feeling Taiping Su Xuan's indifference and the strength of not caring about life or death for the enemy! They opened their mouths, but couldn't say a word! The threat at this moment seemed so pale! And
Just at this moment.
"Wahahahaha..." Arrogant and excited laughter began to resound.
They looked up in shock.
At some point, Mu Tianqing had stepped onto the Holy Throne, laughing wildly, looking like a villain who had succeeded.
"It's an insult to the Holy King."
The vampire emperor murmured.
"It's over!"
The goddess Longzi and Feng looked ugly, so she turned around and left! Old Man Beiyuan and the others also looked ugly, and they wanted to say something, but in the end they left silently.
With Taiping Su Xuan sitting here and Mu Tianqing successfully stepping onto the Holy Throne, it would be in vain for them to stay any longer.
"How does it feel?"
Taiping Su Xuan asked.
“Awesome!”
Mu Tianqing laughed wildly.
"I will protect you for a few more days, and you will have full control of the Holy Throne."
Taiping Su Xuandao.
"Okay, good brother, I, Mu Tianqing, will never forget you as long as I live."
Mu Tianqing laughed.
Taiping Su Xuan stopped and put away the seven pieces of the Holy King's weapons with a smile.
Mu Tianqing didn't pay attention at all, and his mind was entirely focused on the Holy Throne.
"Su Xuan, can you give me one of the Holy King's weapons?"
The vampire emperor sneaked over and asked expectantly.
"I borrowed this."
"..." The blood clan emperor paused and secretly scolded Taiping Su Xuan for being shameless.
But immediately, he licked his face and said, "Then you can lend me one too."
"No borrowing!"
The Blood Emperor: "..." At the same time.
Mu Tianqing was really excited.
The mighty power of the Holy King began to sweep through his body.
Unlike the Holy Throne, the moment he stepped onto the Holy Throne, Mu Tianqing's body began to be transformed and his power began to explode.
"I, Mu Tianqing, are about to rise completely!"
He kept laughing wildly, full of ambitions! To become a spiritual saint, to point directly at the Holy King, to be respected by the world... Mu Tian was thinking about the bright future.
After getting the Holy Throne, Mu Tianqing really doesn't believe that anyone can mess with him again! But...
What Mu Tianqing didn't know was.
Above this level of heaven, there is another level of nothingness.
There is a vague figure on it.
This figure is entwined with the ancient will, the immortal road of the Holy King! Looking at Mu Tianqing who was having an epileptic fit, the blurry figure couldn't help but laugh.
"It's exactly the same..." The blurry figure gradually disappeared, and the whole sky seemed to merge into the lower part silently.
But in the gap between disappearing.
The appearance of that figure was revealed.
That appearance... is actually the same as Mu Tian Qing Yimao!