What does the world call an immortal? Take a bundle of three thousand avenues.
How can thousands of people follow the path and take a ladle of water from this world?
In the vast sea of people in Xiaoqian Realm, there are so many people pursuing the path of spiritual practice, but how many people can really stand on the top of the mountain and step onto the tall building.
Yang Jian, a disciple of the Confucian sect, is about to do it. As a disciple carefully cultivated by the Confucian sect, he enjoys all the best resources, pursues his own path, and embarks on the path of conquering the first place.
With a Fangtian painted halberd in your hand, you can kill all the geniuses in the world.
But at this moment, the Fangtian Painted Halberd in Yang Jian's hand was shattered inch by inch, the undefeated golden body on his body began to dim, and the huge robed soul behind him lost color and collapsed.
Everything seemed to come to an end at the moment of the confrontation.
In the face of absolute power, any resistance is ineffective.
"Su Li!"
Yang Jian roared, but there was no color in Su Li's eyes. The Shangyang Spirit Sword fell, smashing Fang Tian's painted halberd, and also smashed the soul of the clothes.
The three sages of the Confucian sect stared at this scene with their mouths open. That was the soul of Zhang Ling, the second sage of the Confucian sect!
Even though Confucianism claims that becoming a god means becoming a saint, the true saint in their hearts is far beyond the realm of god transformation.
And that Yasheng Zhang Ling is such an existence.
Now, the powerful soul in clothes he left behind was actually killed by Su Li with one sword. Such a scene was frightening and extremely frightening.
"The soul of the clothes has been broken!"
"Whose image is that behind Su Li?"
"Can't even Ya Sheng stop it?"
The three saints murmured in their mouths, and the six powerful gods took action simultaneously. At this moment, they actually felt a little bit of difficulty.
This difficulty does not come from Yang Jian, but from Su Li!
The fifth emperor's sword, ask the sky.
A sword buzzed, asking the sky.
The scorching sun that dispersed the rolling dark clouds now spreads its rays of light across the earth, shining on everyone's face.
In the center of the martial arts stage, a streak of white light rolled out, instantly covering Su Li and Yang Jian.
"Buzz——"
A vast force rushed out instantly.
At this moment! Qing Lingtian, the Three Saints, Master Bingjue, and Elder Taiyi all looked at each other in disbelief, and frantically used their power in the realm of gods to forcibly suppress the force in the center of the field.
"Block it for me!"
Half of Master Bing Jue's face was covered with ice crystals, and the icy cold air spread out crazily from his whole body.
In the martial arts stage, countless sword lights were frozen in ice. Everyone in the stands opened their mouths in surprise. Countless words were blocked in their throats, and they could not speak out.
The ferocious tattoo that lit up on Qing Lingtian's arm clung to the light screen, and he poured out his strength frantically to forcibly stabilize the protective shield outside the martial arts stage.
The three saints took action together to resist the huge power caused by Su Li's sword.
Elder Taiyi was ecstatic at this moment. He no longer wanted the sharp sword in his hand that had been with him for countless years. He only wanted the scabbard, and the scabbard crazily contained the sword energy bursting out on the martial arts stage, as if it was a treasure.
Everyone underestimated Su Li.
Once this guy breaks out, only a truly powerful incarnation can suppress him.
From this point of view, Su Li may really be the number one among the younger generation in Xiaoqian Realm!
"Chichi——"
Numerous rumblings came, and the martial arts stage gradually became calm.
The golden sword soul also disappeared, and the soul of the Confucian sect's clothes was destroyed.
At this moment, two people were floating above the martial arts stage.
Su Li held the Shangyang Spirit Sword in his hand and kept the posture of holding the sword in his right hand while it was falling.
And Yang Jian raised Fang Tian's painted halberd, trying to defend against Su Li's sword.
But it is a pity that Fang Tian's painted halberd has been cut off, and even Yang Jian himself has a golden sword mark from the top of his head to his lower abdomen.
Even he was killed...
"Click..."
A subtle sound emerged, Yang Jian's body exploded instantly, and a golden Nascent Soul split into two halves.
"hiss--"
Everyone outside the venue took a breath of air.
"Su Li...he killed Yang Jian!"
"Oh my God, he is the most offensive person in the world!"
"This...killed Yang Jian with just one sword?"
Countless people said in shock, and the group of disciples and elders from the Confucian sect were even more furious, wanting to rush forward and rectify Su Li on the spot.
But a moment later, the destroyed Nascent Soul quietly transformed. A Nascent Soul was destroyed, and then gave birth to a tender green bud. The green bud gradually grew and suddenly turned into a towering tree.
Then, a small human figure grew out of the big tree. The human figure was emitting golden light and was a new Nascent Soul.
"The immortal fruit on the immortal tree has cause and effect..."
Qing Lingtian murmured, and then directly withdrew his power.
The Three Saints also stopped at the same time, Master Bingjue and Elder Taiyi also stopped one after another.
That astonishing sword finally disappeared, and the price was Yang Jian's death.
"This is the fruit of immortality that gave Yang Jian a second life!"
"Su Li killed Yang Jian, but Yang Jian still has a second life!"
"Tsk...if that's the case, is this battle over or not?"
Everyone speculated that Su Li had actually defeated Yang Jian, but after all, Yang Jian was a man with great opportunities, and even possessed such divine objects as the Fruit of Immortality.
So he can have a second life. If Yang Jian recovers, he will have to fight Su Li to the end...
The outcome seems to be unknown.
"Su Li!"
A Nascent Soul on the immortal tree roared, seemingly furious with Su Li.
"What? Do you want to fight again?"
Su Li's face was pale, but his eyes remained calm, seeming to have a strong look of disdain.
"This battle ends here!"
Hongjun immediately stood up and landed between Su Li and Yang Jian.
The Three Saints took action to stop the contest.
"Master, he is a disciple of Taoism!"
Yang Jian said angrily, Confucianism and Taoism have been enemies since ancient times. Now that Su Li has exposed his identity as a Taoist disciple, what else is there to say? This battle will definitely be a fight to the death.
"I said, that's it!"
Hongjun said coldly, with golden words and the power of truth.
Even though Yang Jian is no longer angry, he only has one Nascent Soul now and his physical body has not yet recovered.
"Sage Hongjun, Su Li is a disciple of the Taoist sect. I and other elders are begging the saint to take action to suppress this boy!"
"Yes, our Confucian sect has been incompatible with the Taoist sect since ancient times. Now the Taoist sect is doing evil and full of evil. Since Su Li is a disciple of the Taoist sect, we have the responsibility to kill him."
"Kill! Kill this Taoist disciple!"
Many Confucian elders and disciples knelt on the ground and begged for orders.
At this moment, the others realized that Su Li had finally revealed his Taoist identity.
And this Lingxi City still belongs to the Confucian sect!