Chapter 950 True
Three saints enter the banner.
A total of fifteen powerful souls.
Luo Tianfeng, holding the banner of the soul, still looked solemn.
He could feel that the old king was different.
As an ancient king of the same era as the ancestor, everyone thought that the old king was about to die.
But he survived again and again.
The strength of the old king was already unfathomable, and even Luo Tianfeng himself was not sure.
It was just that the old king hid deep enough and stayed away from the world. It seemed that he was only willing to guard the South Sky and never come out, but that was just because there was no divine object worthy of his effort.
All he did was for this magical medicine.
When the old king arrived, Luo Tianfeng was confused.
He seemed to have known that he had found a magical medicine, not that he knew nothing as Gusu Cuiguang said, nor was he impatient as Cuigu said.
Gusu Cuiguang underestimated the old king.
He, Luo Tianfeng, also underestimated the old king.
"Looking for death."
Standing in the air, the great sage shouted with the power of time.
He really couldn't imagine that someone could break through in the middle of a battle.
Breaking through in the middle of a battle is a desperate act, which also completely weakens one's control at this moment. No one can protect their body safely during a breakthrough.
"Die!"
This attack destroyed the stars and exploded the sea, and was going to crush Tushan Jun to death.
A fake Great Sage without defense and without the protection of the body by the Gangqi was like a wooden stake. Even a person of the same level could be easily killed, let alone the Great Sage Huyue.
Therefore, he was not surprised that the ghost cultivator with red hair would be turned into dust under his palm.
Clang.
The Great Sage Huyue looked at him for a while and looked back.
What blocked his moon palm was a black magic weapon.
The person who activated the magic weapon sat cross-legged on the hillside in the distance and raised his palm with difficulty.
Just resisting a Great Sage made his originally stable body damaged. A trace of blood flowed down his ribs, dripped on the green grass leaves, and slowly slid down.
Luo Tianfeng coughed twice, and a deep red color escaped from the corners of his mouth.
He said weakly: "You can't kill him!"
The black magic weapon made Hu Yue Dasheng awed.
He had naturally seen the power of this magic weapon, and also understood the horror of the person who wielded it.
Luo Tianfeng clearly acted like a seriously injured and dying cultivator, how could he still exert such a strong fighting power, and the magic weapon Tianji still resisted the full force of the Great Sage in the void far away from him.
The tiger's power remains after death, and the sick tiger is even more feared and daunted.
However, it was precisely because of this that Hu Yue Dasheng was furious.
He couldn't crush a strange ghost clan with the power of time, so could he be frightened by a sick person?
He had to take action to test whether Luo Tianfeng was really the Holy King.
He also had to kill this cultivator who dared to break through the realm in front of the Holy King, and refine him into Moon Sand Light, completely cutting off Luo Tianfeng's hope.
"Master, you are already in a difficult situation, unable to protect yourself, and you still have to protect this ghost cultivator. But I want to refine him to death in front of you!"
Hu Yue Dasheng shouted angrily: "When there are no heroes, the bastards become famous. You rely on nothing but your Taoism. Now you are seriously injured and difficult to heal. Let me see how you can protect me!"
"Hu."
The black air came again.
The moon sand intertwined and turned into a big net.
"Retreat."
Hu Yue Dasheng was stunned.
At the command, he still put away his magical powers, and the small jade hammer that was originally hanging above his head also turned into light and sank into his body.
Hu Yue Dasheng retracted his gaze and looked at the chariot. He did not ask the king of heaven, he just had to follow it.
"You are not his opponent. Even though the master is seriously injured, he can still use the sky to kill you even if his Tao foundation is shattered."
Hu Yue Dasheng did not ask, but the old king of heaven gave an explanation. He did not want a seriously injured dying man to cause the death of his men.
Hu Yue's pupils shrank, and he was surprised and said, "Is he really that powerful?"
The old king didn't need to answer, and the thin monk beside him said in a deep voice, "You didn't participate in the battle to besiege him, so you don't know how powerful our leader is."
"Since the king said you will die, you will definitely die. It's not worth dying for such a person."
Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the hill, laughed loudly.
When the time comes, the heaven and the earth will work together, and when the luck is gone, the hero is not free.
He shouldn't have discovered this immature fairy medicine.
It seems that the moment the magic medicine appeared, his luck completely disappeared.
Instead, countless shackles replaced it.
Let a monk like him who can be called a saint king fall outside.
His laughter is full of sadness.
Looking at his life.
This life has been too smooth, and he has become too strong. Without the constraints of the ancestors, he feels that there are no shackles at all, and he can control the world alone. In the end, he lives under the residual power of the ancestors and lives in his own way. He seems powerful but has never really mastered his destiny.
The other four people still looked calm. Even though the red-haired Tianjiao ghost clan was still breaking through, they were still calm.
It was just a new Great Saint.
Even if he was gifted and could become the king among saints when breaking through, comparable to the resurrection of the leader, he could not survive under their joint efforts.
Not to mention the old king.
This is the ancient king who survived from the time of the ancestors, and his blood and qi are still unfathomable.
The old king's goal from beginning to end was the magic medicine.
He had the strength to kill Luo Tianfeng but could not do it himself,
because with Luo Tianfeng's fierceness, he would rather die than let his enemies have an easy time.
That's why 28 people surrounded and killed the Holy King.
Only if Luo Tianfeng thinks that he is strong enough to escape the siege and escape the residual soul, he will be impatient to come back, reopen the Posuo Forest after preparing everything, and come to the divine medicine.
In fact, Luo Tianfeng had guessed what was going on in the later period. After all, he is not a fool.
But he still wants to gamble.
When there is only one step left, everyone will gamble.
Winning gets everything, losing is a complete defeat.
After that battle, Luo Tianpeng took advantage of the situation and actually thought that he could drag the old king to death after clearing the stubbornness of the big sect with his own strength. It was really a fantasy.
Among the three forces, Luo Tianpeng's strength is the weakest. How can the weakest person have the last laugh?
As expected, Luo Tianpeng died.
Faced with such a desperate situation, Luo Tianfeng was at his wit's end and had to rely on a newcomer, Huanzhen, to change the situation.
Not to mention just one person, even if Luo Manping also entered Huanzhen at this moment, and asked the elders of the great sect and many elders and hall masters to come, Luo Tianfeng could not save the situation.
"He is doomed to lose!"
The Great Sage Tieyu said lightly: "There is no need to compete with a dead man."
In their eyes, Luo Tianfeng was undoubtedly a dead man, and he could not make any waves anymore. Such harsh words would definitely not be heard when Luo Tianfeng was alive.
Luo Tianfeng's face changed slightly when he heard this.
He was furious.
But he really couldn't change anything.
He could only retract his gaze and endure the humiliation.
He must not make a move at this moment. Once he made a move, being seen through by others would be a small matter, and the injury would cause his own collapse.
After all, there was still a glimmer of hope. Even if Tushan Jun became the Great Sage Huanzhen and could not defeat the crowd, if he swallowed Luo Tianfeng's soul, he might be able to destroy the magic medicine.
Luo Tianfeng, who bowed his head, flashed a strong fierceness in his eyes.
His silver teeth were almost broken.
He could only swallow his own bones and blood.
What a shameful humiliation!
He did not refute, but still waited.
Waiting for an opportunity.
The opportunity was in Tushan Jun.
After fifteen powerful spirits entered the banner, Tushan Jun immediately felt the surge of power, as if the illusory self grasped the reality.
The interweaving of reality and illusion is the evolution of the new world.
The shrine of the imperial carriage in the Mingsi Realm of the Infinite World of Gods has finally solidified completely.
If the original imperial carriage was empty, then now Tushan Jun can truly feel that a god is sitting in it.
True God.
It is also the Dharma.
The mountains, seas, and worlds move out an endless new starry sky, and every step is the creation of the world. Until this step, all dangers burst out.
It is not only the Dharma, but also the truth of the world in the body. Only the world that can give birth to gods is the real world.
Boom.
Beat.
The beating of life is like a distant war drum, and the vitality between heaven and earth makes Tushan Jun's body melt into it.
Although he still stood there from the outside, it seemed that only an empty shell remained. His internal organs, flesh, blood and bones had become part of the world inside his body.
Now he was more like a walking world, containing endless star fields.
"Tao!"
The sound of the Tao came from the void, and also from the body.
The true god in the shrine of the millions of ghosts and gods spoke of immortality.
This was a true innate god, born in the chaotic world. His voice was in harmony with the Tao, as if it was not him who was speaking, but the Tao speaking through his tone.
Countless ghosts and gods sat on the lotus platform of the Tao seat, listening respectfully to the preaching.
The immortal demon god told the immortal Tao scripture.
The thunder sound spread out and turned into a tidal sea of golden lotuses emerging from the past, and the Tao rhyme turned into clouds in the sky, showing the flowers of reincarnation. People couldn't help but wonder whether the one sitting on the shrine was a terrifying demon god or a compassionate Buddha.
Or it was neither, just the embodiment of the Tao, the most real change.
Thousands of words of the Immortal Sutra were slowly recited from the mouth of the demon god.
One by one, thousands of words became tens of thousands of words, hundreds of thousands of words, millions of words, and so on.
It evolved into an ancient Taoist canon, and then slowly simplified in complexity.
This process also evolved in the great world.
The galaxy was magnificent.
The new universe was completed, exuding a chaotic atmosphere.
Each ray of chaos seemed to be able to destroy the sun and the moon, crush the stars, but it surrounded the shrine like fairy wool, reflecting the supreme master in the imperial carriage, and the creatures who listened to the preaching.
In the vast mist and divine aura, the creatures returned to their original appearance.
In the vast world, all kinds of frost competed for freedom.
The true god in the imperial carriage opened his immortal eyes, and his deep eyes were like the boundless deep space, where stars were born and died, and the rotation and operation painted the splendor of the universe.
What a sacred pair of eyes, birth and death seemed to be included in it, evolving into a part of reincarnation.
The cultivators of the first two steps rely on the power of heaven and earth.
After becoming a saint, they transform heaven and earth.
The power is born from themselves.
Heaven and earth are immortal and saints are immortal.
This step can jump out of the universe and be independent of the world.
Even if the space of this world is broken, the void is like a chicken egg that cannot stand, and the whole world has no space for him to stay, he can still walk in the air as if walking on flat ground, go to the borderland, the sky, pursue the fruit of Tao, and cross the big world and the cave heaven.
Tu Shanjun experienced such a process.
From constructing the virtual world to refining the false and the true.
This is the third step of the cultivator.
Refining the void!