On the mountainside in the distance, the goddess held Dongfang Mu who was stopping the bleeding, and together with the pale-faced Ran Xinyue, they looked towards this side from a distance.
The moment I saw Sang Lan finally explode and turn into black ash.
Several people opened their eyes wide and fell silent.
The spirit will be unconquerable.
This truth has long been deeply imprinted on the hearts of many people.
Not only because of the terrifying defense of the Spirit General, but also because of the final collapse.
Even among the great masters, it depends on the person. Those who are not ranked well will not be able to compete.
Only those at the top of the rankings can truly fight against the spiritual generals.
But in this case, they don't like to fight against spirit generals, because no one can kill spirit generals. Unless the gods die, the spirit generals will never be destroyed.
The terrifying defensive body of the special spirit general is far more powerful than ordinary people can imagine.
It takes a lot of effort to even damage a demon soldier.
The great masters of the extreme realm will suffer internal injuries every time they activate Liberation.
Naturally, I don't want to fight with him.
"Although the fight was difficult, he did indeed kill the spirit general once..." Dongfang Muse was complicated.
He has lived long enough and seen enough to know what this means.
The tortoise shell of the spirit general is unstoppable without demonic soldiers.
Regardless of whether it is offense or defense, even if he holds the magic weapon and opens the liberation, he can only protect himself at most.
Once the opponent is forced to perform a trance, the final result is that he will definitely die.
Now, that man didn't use magic weapons and relied purely on himself to hammer a spirit to death.
"It seems...a new extreme realm has been born..." he said suddenly.
"A new extreme?" The goddess looked at Zhang Rongfang from a distance, feeling inexplicably like she was witnessing the times.
Being able to kill a spiritual general represents the view of human immortality and is truly considered to be at the top level of the entire world.
From this moment on, Zhang Rong was no longer a chess piece to be manipulated by others, but a chess player who could place his own pieces on the chessboard.
This qualification is something that countless people can only dream of and cannot obtain.
From this moment on, the view of immortals was completely different because of Zhang Rongfang Er...
Humans become immortals, immortals, humans become immortals...
Ran Xinyue was the one who accepted it the fastest.
She had watched Zhang Rongfang and Di Jiang's rapid progress before.
I was already numbed by the shock)
Although I was shocked again now, I got used to it and soon returned to normal.
"It's really possible. This way of human immortality may really be a realm similar to the extreme realm. The side effect is blood-sucking. However, compared to other extreme realms, the side effects of the human immortal realm are more concentrated and single.
"More." She thought thoughtfully.
"...Let's go and meet this genius new grandmaster!" Dongfang Mu coughed a few times and walked forward first.
The three of them approached together and were quickly noticed by Zhang Rongfang.
At this time, the three arms on his body quickly recovered into strips, and his body shrank, releasing large scalding heat, and returned to its original normal state.
Looking at the three approaching goddesses, Zhang Rongfang let out a long sigh and stepped forward to meet them, with a wry smile on his face.
"I really didn't expect that beating such an inferior spirit would cause such a mess. It made the three of you laugh."
Although his body had grown back to full strength at this time, he had lost so much essence and blood, had to regenerate new hands, and suffered so many injuries that his vitality was severely damaged and he was very weak.
These are all fine, you just need to drink more blood to recover. The key is still mind.
Zhang Rongfang could feel that after the battle just now, he was mentally exhausted.
At this time, I felt vaguely sleepy and tired, and wanted to rest.
I don’t know how long it will take to recover from this kind of mental damage. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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If it happens again, I'm afraid it may not break out again and break through Sang Lan's mental field suppression)
At this time, the three people approached and were about to congratulate. When they heard Zhang Rongfang's words, the smile on Mr. Dongfang Mu's face froze.
This is well said. There is a hint of Confucianism in it.
If the spirit puts this kind of existence outside, it will become almost invincible in the world.
Except for the top few of the major forces, who else can do anything to them?
Basically, before walking, clear out only a few areas where there are threats, and then avoid them.
The rest are unrivaled in the world.
With this battle now, I am afraid that the area of Renxian Temple will also be raised to the level of being avoided in the future.
Such a great happy event that can spread all over the world and become famous in the world, but it is so... I don’t think it’s too embarrassing for me??
"In any case, thank you so much for saving me, Master, but this old man may really have to live his life here..." Dongfang Mu is worthy of being a Confucian master, and he manages his expressions very well.
"Old sir, you're welcome. In fact, I just happened to meet you by chance. I just happened to find Tiannu and Grandmaster Ran here. Since they are old friends, it is natural for them to help each other." Zhang Rongfang's body has already recovered at this time. He used the blood that Hong lost before, and now
It is also created and completed again.
"I'd like to ask, sir, are you also very good?" Zhang Rongfang was quite curious about this.
He was able to fight with a spiritual general and a grand master for so long before he arrived, and he was able to defeat one of the god-worshiping grand masters head-on.
This shows the strength of the old man in front of you.~~
Having been exposed to the extreme realm a lot and seen a lot of mental illness, Zhang Rongfang had a pretty good impression of the old man in front of him.
"At the extreme...it doesn't count." Dongfang Mu nodded, then shook his head.
"How do you say this?" Zhang Rongfang, Tian, and Ran Xinyue were all aroused by the words.
They are very curious about Confucianism, a once huge force that has been buried in history.
You must know that Confucianism at that time could be said to be the belief in the hearts of students all over the world.
The power is so strong that it is comparable to the merger of Buddhism and Taoism today.
Unexpectedly, after Chen Junchen was defeated by the imperial master, he fell into despair and was soon suppressed, divided and eliminated by the Lingting.
Now she can only be reduced to the lower class, alongside prostitutes. This also shows the Lingting's hatred and fear of Confucianism at the beginning.
"Actually, the way we practice Confucianism predates the extreme state. When we were at the height of our growth, there was no such thing as the extreme state." Dongfang Mu coughed again.
"Since we are destined to meet each other, how about we find a place to chat first?"
"That's exactly what I meant." Zhang Rongfang nodded.
Everyone's injuries were serious, even the goddess looked a little sluggish at this time.
This is a natural phenomenon that occurs when you were highly concentrated before and then relaxed after being suppressed by the spirit general and the grand master one after another.
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In the same room where Sanglan was defeated.
A circle of invisible ripples, the area where he turned into black ash and disappeared, rapidly expanded and spread towards the surrounding area.
The invisible signal traveled through thousands of kilometers and tens of thousands of kilometers in diameter at a speed that ordinary people could not imagine, covering all the temples, Taoist temples, temples, etc. in the entire Great Spirit.
At this moment, all places where gods and Buddhas are enshrined are sending out new signals as the invisible signal spreads.
"Taboo."
"Taboo."
"Taboo."
"Taboo."
The oracles fell like raindrops into the minds of the priests, monks and Taoists who prayed in front of the statue.
Xizong Zhenfo Temple, inside the Maitreya Hall.
One of the beads in Master Yuan's hand was suddenly crushed and exploded, turning into countless sawdust and flying slag.
"Sang Lan" and he become one (this chapter is not finished yet!)
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The facial features of the group are compacted together.
After placing the beads, he took off a silver-blue token from his waist.
The token is exquisite and gorgeous, carved with countless patterns of birds and fish, and has a pattern of a dragon sucking water from a lake.
This is a protective spiritual tablet belonging to the Sanglan Sect.
One of Sang Lan's spiritual threads is stored in it.
Under normal circumstances, this token will glow with a dull silver light because it has a spiritual thread attached to it, making it look quite magical.
But at this time, the surface of the token was dull and had lost its previous luster.
Like cultural relics that have been left for hundreds of years, they are ugly and decaying.
"He is actually dead?" The light in Master Yuan's little eyes gradually became serious and solemn.
"Who made the move? Will it be reversed? Shinichi? Daodao? Or... the hidden power of the Five Kings?"
As for the rest, he didn't believe anyone could be Sang Lan.
Even the Earth Mother Walking enshrined by the spiritual nobles is at best on par with Sang Lan.
Most of these gods walking around in families are parallel-imported spiritual generals like Sang Lan.
They rely entirely on the Buddha to improve themselves, and then they live in intoxication and dream of death every day, high above, overlooking all living beings, and enjoying the glory and wealth provided by countless people.
Treat human life like a piece of grass.
They can only bully warriors who are under the rank of spirit generals, but masters of the same level can easily defeat them.
Although Master Yuan doesn't look down on someone like Sang Lan either.
But...this time, it's different...
A shred of information slipped into his sea from an inexplicable direction.
This kind of unexpected news that comes out of nowhere is how God always appears.
Master Yuan has already learned this.
He scanned it quickly and his expression became more serious.
"Taboo... The master of Renxian Temple can actually kill Sang Lan head-on!?"
Judging from the gods, Sang Lan did not die from being swallowed by the same spiritual thread. His spiritual thread was now completely shattered and part of it was dissipated!
This dissipation represents permanent loss!
So in the end, the god of cold weather he carried decisively gave up the great trance and blew himself up.
The purpose is to prevent more spiritual generals’ spiritual lines from being eroded and permanently lost.
"It really is taboo!!" Master Yuan also felt a hint of horror in his heart.
The last time it did this was Confucianism.
The son is silent and his strange power confuses the gods.
At that time, Confucianism advocated that everyone should not believe in gods and Buddhas, which once led to a significant and permanent reduction in the number of spiritual threads.
After many wars, Confucianism was completely suppressed.
As a result, Confucianism has only disappeared for a few years, and now a new view of immortality has appeared?
"This world is really going to be in chaos..." The ominous premonition in Master Yuan's heart became stronger and stronger.
Every time there is a world, there will be evildoers on the river, causing chaos in the country and bringing disaster to the world.
This was true of Confucianism at that time, and it is also true of this way of human beings and immortals now.
"Come here!" he suddenly shouted in a high-pitched voice.
"Here!" A young novice walked in quickly.
"In Zhiyaksha Hall, Yuanfeng is dead, so that the great masters behind him can worship God to make up for their loss." Master Yuan said calmly.
"Uh..." The little novice stood there, embarrassed and did not move.
"What? You don't understand what I said!?" Master Yuan's eyes turned cold and he looked at the other party)
The little novice trembled all over.
"No, abbot! Just yesterday, in Yaksha Hall, Luo
There are great masters opening the palace all night long. Now...now..."
Master Yuan suddenly felt something bad in his heart.
"explain!"
"Yes! Now there is only one candidate Grand Master left in the palace... His position... has all gone away! The novice was about to cry but had no tears, so he hurriedly finished everything he said.