What a Tianshan Taoist, he is really good at it. Even the cruel and ruthless female cultivator who is as fierce as the ruthless fairy Ling Yueshang can move.
It seems...their relationship is very unusual!!
He sighed silently, and the demon cultivator's eyes were on Su Shier, his throat moved slightly, and he was about to speak out immediately.
The Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace died and died. Now he just wants to get the mysterious method of the Yuanshen immediately and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
only.
Before the demon cultivator's body could make a sound.
But Su Shier's eyes flashed, and his sharp eyes turned back to the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace on the ground.
The previously condensed magic tricks and the firelight transformed into has enveloped the body of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace on the earth.
The blazing fire burned, and crackling sounds sounded.
The latter's body gradually turned gray and dissipated with the leaping fire.
But just as the body of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace completely turned into ashes and was about to completely dissipate.
Suddenly.
A gust of wind suddenly broke out in the field.
The strong wind whistled like a whirlwind, rolling up the fire on the ground and rushing straight into the sky.
In the fire, there was a faint ball of spiritual light hidden in it.
"Well? The Holy Son of Tianshan Dao still has a wisp of Yuan Ling that has not dispersed."
Inside the sword formation, the body of the sanxian's eyes shone with cold light.
The sound rang out, and the eyes quickly locked in the faint aura in the fire.
The immortal essence in the palm surged, and it instantly outlined a series of sword techniques.
The sword finger pointed forward, and the six Tiangang Qingmu swords on the sword formation were shaking.
It immediately turned into dozens of spiritual sword lights, whistling out through the air, and headed straight for the Yuanling of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace in the fire.
A wisp of the Yuan Spirit has not disappeared, and it is almost impossible to take over the body and rebirth.
Unless you can find a treasure against the sky, or be resurrected.
However, there are very few treasures that can revive the dead in the world of immortal cultivation, and even those who are powerful in the tribulation period and the Mahayana ascension period may not be able to have them.
The wisp of the primordial spirit of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace is likely to be able to reincarnate and enter the samsara.
And the possibility of these two posed a threat to Su Shier again was slim.
But no matter which one is possible, they have already fought to this point. Whether it is Su Shier or the body of a scattered immortal, it is impossible for the other party to give him any chance.
No matter how small the possibility is, it cannot withstand countless secret methods in the world of immortal cultivation and the vast world. Who knows what kind of opportunities there are?
If...if the other party really makes a comeback in the future, it will definitely not be good news for Su Shier.
At this moment, Su Shier had reached his limit and was unable to continue to take action.
The body of the Sanxian is originally one of Su Shier's incarnations, and he is naturally aware of the idea of ​​Su Shier's original body.
Or, the idea itself is consistent.
The sharp sword light arrived in an instant, and the murderous sword intent rushed forward first, breaking through the strong wind, blowing away the fire light, and it was about to land on the remaining wisp of Yuanling, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace.
At this critical moment.
Regeneration of mutations in the field.
“Huhu…”
The strong wind rose again within a radius of hundreds of miles, causing sand and stones to fly on the earth.
The sudden strong wind, which clearly does not contain any blessings of power, inexplicably brings an indescribable sense of oppression.
Under the strong wind, no matter Su Shier or the others present, they felt extremely depressed, and their heartbeat seemed to be about to stop at this moment.
When the strong wind blew, several sword lights that were about to fall on the last ray of Yuanling of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace dissipated silently.
Together, there was the Tiangang Qingmu Sword Formation whistling around the body of the Sanxian.
The six-mouthed spiritual treasure-level flying sword fell to the ground in a series of jingles.
The flying sword trembled against the ground, as if it was about to jump into the air again, but was firmly pressed by the invisible big hands and could not leave the ground at all.
"What?"
"This...what's going on?"
"Does this Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace have other backup plans?"
...
A series of screams sounded, and Su Shier and others frowned in an instant, and their expressions became unprecedentedly solemn.
Without waiting for the exchange of gazes, Su Shier and the body of the sanxia suddenly sensed something and quickly looked up at the sky.
Seeing the two of them moving, Ling Yueshang and the Demon Cultivator's Body reacted quickly, and then looked up.
In an instant, the pupils shook sharply.
But I saw the sky, the thick dark clouds that had originally covered a hundred miles of radius, were like an extremely huge black vortex, slowly rotating.
And deep in the vortex, a faint spatial fluctuation appeared.
When everyone looked up, the fluctuations in this space were still very weak.
But just the effort between breathing has become extremely strong.
Suddenly.
A space crack appeared, looking through the vortex, it seemed like a huge eye was opened in the sky.
Behind the space crack, there is not a space turbulence, but a galaxy flowing, like the stars in the universe.
Such a scene caused the expressions of Su Shier and others present to change again and again.
Before I could figure out what was going on, a more mysterious and pure divine power rushed out of the surging galaxy.
Compared with the power of the divine urging by the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace before, this divine power is very small.
If the power of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace is three thousand lakes, then this power is at most equivalent to one of them.
But the purity of power is hard to describe in words.
It gives people the feeling that it is like the creation of heaven and earth, and there is no purer power than this.
If this force is compared to the spirit iron, it is not an exaggeration to say that the divine power of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Palace is mud and sand.
This divine power appeared, the invisible aura spread, and the sense of oppression in the presence doubled.
The ancient god's ruins are as big as a radius of hundreds of miles, and the ground is more than a hundred feet long.
As for Su Shier and others, they seemed to be about to be torn to pieces by this terrifying pressure.
The body of the scattered immortals reacted quickly, and the immortal energy was added as soon as possible to activate the half-immortal weapon treasure umbrella in the sky.
The treasure umbrella whirls and turns red, immediately enchanting, covering the three men of Su Shier, Ling Yueshang and Sanxian.
The attack on the power of gods has limited defense power.
It is no problem to activate the treasure umbrella to resist some pressure.
As for the body of the demon cultivator in the distance, under the influence of this terrifying pressure, the demonic appearance behind him shattered with a bang.
My body softened and I knelt half-kneeled on the ground, and my forehead was filled with cold sweat, which showed that the situation was not optimistic.
However... he contains terrifying power in his body and is not afraid of loss.
At this moment, under tremendous pressure, the huge force in the body spreads rapidly to the whole body.
Demonic energy continued to evacuate from his body, and the cultivation level was gradually increasing under this pressure at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the God-Distraction Stage was directly reached to the half-step fusion stage and further improved.
It is almost time to break through to the fusion period.
"Well? You, a demon cultivator, aren't right. How could you have such amazing power in your body?"
At this moment, a sudden sound rang deep in the vortex of dark clouds.
The sound was obviously not loud, but it was like thunder rolling in the sky, like the power of the sky, and was deafening.
The words are over.
The power of the gods in the vortex surged, turning into thin golden fog.
Chapter completed!