The twelfth grade of smallpox means true perfection, transcending the way of heaven, or the great road, and being on par with it.
Su Xuan understood it this way, but he didn't know whether it was correct or not.
If it is really what he thinks, then the Twelfth Grade Smallpox cannot be regarded as transcendence in the true sense.
You are just on par with the way of heaven or the great road, but you have not surpassed them.
certainly.
It is also possible that the twelfth-level smallpox has already transcended, otherwise Heaven would not limit the smallpox to the tenth level as perfection.
Exceeding this number is not allowed.
It can be seen from this.
The great Kaitian God holding a giant ax is most likely to be above the tenth rank. As for whether it is eleven or twelve, it is unknown.
It is precisely because of this that Heavenly Dao limits smallpox to the tenth grade.
I am deeply afraid that another pioneering god will be born.
Cut everything to pieces.
Heaven and earth reopen.
…
Thinking of this, Su Xuan suddenly felt a little bored. Twelve ranks seemed not enough.
He is a man with golden fingers and has countless magical powers, and he has only opened the twelfth level.
Wouldn't it be too inferior?
What's the promised starting point of 100 items?
Keep rushing!
"Shua..."
Another miraculous medicine fairy appeared, turned into qi, and was inhaled into the mouth and nose.
Su Xuan circulated the Taichu Origin Sutra and transformed his body into a furnace. Countless skills and magical powers roared and moved, and the sound of the Tao spread throughout his body.
now.
Su Xuan's aura became even more unfathomable, incredibly powerful, and almost exceeded the limits of the realm.
"boom!"
With the sound of explosions, Su Xuan's entire body was on fire, and the power and energy flowing out of his body were terrifying.
The body, spirit, and magic power all boiled and burned, reaching their peak state, condensing together, and impacting the thirteenth-grade ceiling.
The last time he condensed the smallpox, he once felt that the twelfth grade was the limit.
If it were then, the twelfth grade would be the twelfth grade.
But now, he has broken and stood again. He must break the shackles and surpass the past.
I want to wrestle with the way of heaven, and I want to create a world where humans are supreme.
He must transcend.
If the twelfth-grade smallpox is equal to the sky, then he must go one step further.
Su Xuan's face was solemn and his eyes were firm. Even if the world was turned upside down, it could not shake the desire in his heart.
"Chi!"
There was an inexplicable sound, as if something was breaking out of its shell.
Above his head, the original twelfth-grade ceiling suddenly had another phantom of the ceiling, which was slowly condensing.
…
This moment.
Things have changed!
outside world.
The moment Su Xuan's thirteenth grade smallpox phantom appeared.
The heaven and earth are completely boiling, and heaven is in chaos.
A series of thunders raged and moved, sinking pieces of the void.
The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and countless horrific visions emerged.
It was so terrifying that even a saint was shocked when he saw it. He had never seen it before.
The immeasurable divine calamity is so majestic that the borders of the world are shattered into pieces. It is so majestic that it enters the boundless galaxy. Countless galaxies turn into smoke and dust. A supreme law is spreading.
The heavenly catastrophe destroyed the world, overwhelmed everything, and submerged the endless void.
Thunder rumbles, chaotic energy surges, and blazing electric light dances. Each one spans time and space and grows incomparably. This is shocking.
"Ah! Damn it! Why did Heavenly Tribulation attack me? I am such an immortal..."
A hidden immortal was struck by a thunderbolt that penetrated the heaven and earth, and hit the blackened Tianling Gai in the middle of the Yintang. He disappeared as soon as he finished speaking, without any resistance.
Under the world-destroying power of God, everything is just a cloud.
Ordinary immortals will break into pieces at a touch.
The brilliant power of heaven enveloped everything.
The world-destroying thunder calamity manifests many strange phenomena, attacks indiscriminately, and strikes between heaven and earth.
Heaven is in a hurry and the gods are crazy.
They suffered unforeseen disasters for no reason.
While eating melon and watching the show, I was suddenly struck by lightning.
When Tiandao is in a hurry, everyone will be suspected. Tianji is confused and confused, and he will just chop at random.
The world is in chaos, a terrifying scene of world destruction.
…
The Second Saint of the West was horrified, his face was ugly, he gasped, and his mind was confused.
There was a thunderbolt just now that almost hit them. The power of the sky was so majestic that it made people's hearts tremble.
That's outrageous.
With their wisdom, they no longer know what Heaven wants to do.
Such terrifying power of heaven made even them feel scared.
Is this going to destroy the world?
how so?
We just want to suppress the monkey and learn from it.
Isn't that the case?
If you have something to say, please say it!
Jie Ying's eyes are ever-changing, making deductions and guessing.
Originally, he thought there was something wrong with the teacher, or that they appeared rashly and the teacher was angry.
But now it seems that it is definitely more than that simple.
This kind of scene and the power of God are tantamount to destroying the world.
Too scary.
Is there something that threatens the way of heaven?
A flash of inspiration struck me, and I thought of this.
It's too complicated and cannot be deduced. After all, we can only rely on hard guesses.
He is a saint.
He looks like a waste at this moment!
So upset.
…
Yuan Feng looked at the expressions of the two saints in the west, with a smile on his bright red lips.
The Second Sage of the West had no idea what was happening.
Not only the two saints, but everyone may not know what happened.
The only one who knows the truth is herself.
This feeling... is really a bit... refreshing...
Yuan Feng's eyes flashed with waves, revealing a different kind of smile.
She looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle again, where the endless energy of destruction was raging, and the void was shattered.
As far as the eye can see, everything is and is not, and wherever there are living things, it is shrouded in terrifying thunder and calamity.
Above the endless thunder and calamity, there was an indescribable aura of terror that even she felt trembling.
Maybe.
That is the immortal master fighting against the way of heaven.
It has reached a feverish stage.
Looking at the anxious look on Tiandao Leijie's face, he was probably at a disadvantage and was suppressed by the immortal master.
Yuan Feng thought like this, and the flood in his mind seemed to have opened and couldn't be stopped at all. The more he thought about it, the more bizarre it became.
But she could always make up her mind and subconsciously felt that was the case.
After all, the immortal master told her that she would be born into the world and become a saint.
What I didn't expect was that there would be such a big battle.
Seems too intense?
…
In a separate space of the bookstore.
Su Xuan's thirteenth grade smallpox was coming to an end, and countless magical medicines and immortal treasures were wiped out by him and inhaled into his body.
The energy required for the thirteenth grade smallpox is too huge.
Fortunately, he has accumulated enough money and can supply enough. Otherwise, there will definitely be problems.
"Whoa!"
The ceiling above his head was shaking. It had reached the most critical moment. Su Xuan was ready and his state had reached its peak.
There was an inexplicable fluctuation.
The thirteenth grade ceiling is condensed and completed!
A vast and inexplicable aura emanated, and Su Xuan sat there cross-legged, like the origin of everything in the world, inscrutable.
Feeling the unparalleled and unimaginable terrifying power in his body, a smile appeared on the corner of Su Xuan's mouth and gradually rose.
The long road through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning. Crossing it from the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.