The complex emotions are difficult to express in words.
Below, the countercurrent river made a deafening sound and was still flowing, as if it was taking away time.
Not long after, the sun moved to the middle, and it was already noon.
It was at this moment that Bo Nianrou, as the Lord of the Ni Liu River, decisively started his own catastrophe of becoming a saint.
The torrents rolled, the winds and clouds surged, and the sky and the earth became dark.
Ice rain began to fall in the sky, and thunder and fire were also wandering among the dark clouds.
All kinds of strange sights appear!
"Here we go, I wonder which emperors' brands Nianrou will encounter..." Bo Qing lowered her eyes.
There are three steps to becoming a saint, the first step is to break the orifice, the second step is to receive Qi, and the third step is to explode the orifice.
With every step, Bo Nianrou walked steadily and calmly, which even seniors like Deji's third ancestor could not help but admire.
And this is the difference between big cultivators from aristocratic families and casual cultivators.
Inheritance is orderly, and it is not something that can be said casually.
Bo Nianrou is very strong, very strong. No matter in every aspect, he can be called a dragon or a phoenix among men.
But wasn't Bo Qing strong back then? He was stronger in character!
But even if Bo Qing was compared with Bo Nianrou at the same time, he was not as good as Bo Nianrou in terms of overall strength.
And this is the huge benefit of being on a big platform!
boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Continuous explosions sounded, and the void exploded into darkness.
The disaster shattered and then condensed, and a terrifying aura spread that made people's hearts tremble.
Deep in the Disaster Thunder Pond, a green lotus shadow suddenly appeared!
This figure is aloof and cold, calm and calm, as if everything in the world is in His hands.
"The Emperor's Mark still appeared, but I didn't expect it to be Qinglian Tianzun. Sure enough, Nianrou's niece's qualifications and talents are terrifying."
As soon as this vision appeared, the old man Xuepo identified it.
Everyone stared at Jie Yun with blazing eyes and full of expectation, wondering what kind of tricks Bo Nianrou would show under such terrible oppression.
"Nianrou..." Ji Limin's palms broke out in cold sweat, and he held Bo Qing's big hand tightly.
If possible, Ji Limin hopes that Bo Nianrou can survive the catastrophe of becoming a saint and becoming an immortal safely, but she understands that this is very difficult.
Because since Bo Nianrou was born, there has been the secret realm of heaven and earth, the "Counterflow River", the sacred weapon Dream Sword, thousands of miles of purple clouds, circling dragons and phoenixes, and other extraordinary phenomena.
Not to mention, she is also an extremely smart child.
Compared with ordinary practitioners, she has simply deprived herself of all kinds of fortunes, and it is inevitable that she will be branded by the Emperor during the tribulation of becoming a saint.
"Don't worry, I will take care of everything." Bo Qing's face was calm, and the development of the matter was still under his control.
Magical power of the law - the protective dream robe of the reverse flow river!
In a moment, the reverse flow of the river rose up, entangled Bo Nianrou, and quickly formed a white robe, blessing her body.
Holding the dream sword in hand, she rushed straight into the depths of the thunder pool, without fear of disaster or change.
A big storm arose, thunder filled the sky, and a white frost glow was left in the sky, which seemed to last forever.
She broke through the calamity clouds in one fell swoop, and all kinds of thunder and calamity beasts were submerged by the upstream river and perished.
And the green lotus figure finally began to move. The rhyme of the sword was thick and powerful, and the sword light was divided into thousands of parts, piercing the reverse flow river.
Something incredible happened!
I saw Bo Nianrou holding the Dream Sword in his hand, making flowers every step of the way, the sword energy was like a waterfall, directly pressing the Qinglian Tianzun brand to strike!
"How can this be?"
"It's fake, it's fake, no matter how powerful Nianrou is, it won't bear the mark of Tianzun~"
"I can't believe it, I can't believe it. If it weren't for destiny, I would definitely think that Nian Rou is destiny..."
Everyone was shocked.
No one could have imagined that Bo Nianrou could fight back in the face of such a powerful enemy as the Qinglian Tianzun Brand.
Ji Limin also had a dull expression, suspecting that what he saw was an illusion.
But soon, the warmth from Bo Qing's palm told her that this was not a dream!
"Qinglang, Nianrou is unparalleled, Nianrou is unparalleled!" Ji Limin's face was overjoyed and he smiled happily.
"Nianrou is unparalleled..." Bo Qing also smiled, but his heart felt a little heavy.
Because of the changes in things, things have gone beyond his planned track.
What he imagined was that Nianrou would definitely be able to defeat the Qinglian Tianzun's brand, but it would never be so easy. On the contrary, it would be a brutal and bloody battle.
The final result must be that Nian Rou is fully sublimated and becomes a saint in one fell swoop!
"I really didn't expect that I would actually face off against the brand of Qinglian Tianzun."
Amidst the calamity cloud, Bo Nianrou breathed a sigh of relief.
Although she kept dancing the Dream Sword in her hand, and the sword light was radiating in all directions, her extremely nervous mood slowly returned to peace.
Thanks to the sacred weapon Dream Sword, she not only experienced the life of Hua Menghuang in her dream, but she also had duels with Qinglian Tianzun and other great emperors.
In a real competition, she can't actually defeat the Qinglian Tianzun brand.
The reason why such a bizarre scene was possible was because after being "killed" tens of millions of times, she knew all the information about the brand of Qinglian Tianzun!
Half an hour later.
The clouds of calamity slowly dispersed, and everything became calm.
And Bo Nianrou, who was rising into the air with the Dream Sword in his hand, looked like a fairy, and he became more and more like Hua Menghuang's temperament that pushed everything.
Obviously everything seems to be over, but the quasi-emperor major cultivators like Bo Qing and Ji San's ancestors are frowning.
Among them, Old Man Xue Po and Old Man Shanhun Su, two powerful men from the soul-killing lineage, changed their expressions greatly and stared blankly at the sky in the distance.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A deeper and darker blood-light calamity cloud condensed.
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The phantom of a black and white soul-killing flag appeared.
Soul-killing Demon Emperor!
The soul-killing demon emperor who went completely crazy in his later years!
"Although the soul-killing ancestors were born in poverty, they don't have too many human blood grudges on their hands."
"The only big change was in his later years, when he was completely possessed by the devil."
"At that time, the War Immortal Ancestor thought that it was very likely that a terrible demon was controlling the soul-killing ancestors and guiding them to commit various bloody crimes."
"The soul-killing ancestor who is completely possessed by demons has murderous intent that can subvert the entire martial world. The destructive power he brings is definitely among the best among many great emperors..."
The old man Xue Po and the old man Shanhun Su whispered about various secrets of the soul-killing lineage that were unknown to outsiders.
Ahead, a figure wearing blood-clothed clothes, disheveled hair, and filled with evil thoughts and desires slowly walked out.
Suddenly, Ji Limin, Ancestor Ji San and others turned to look at Bo Qing.
Because they suddenly sensed that the soul-killing brand was very similar to Bo Qing's aura!
"..." Bo Qing shook his head helplessly.
Because this aura is almost the same as the blood-colored veins on the Tianhe Sword, they are naturally similar.
"This aura is similar to that of my father, so I am going to kill my father?!"
To be continued...