Elder Zong seemed to be fully prepared and put in a completely all-out attitude.
It's not just the unity of energy throughout the body, it's also the glow of death energy after passing the end of life in this life!
Furthermore, for a long time, Zong Lao's fleshy body, which was as thick as a hanging tomb, was suspended like a clay sculpture, quietly looking straight into the depths of the outer sea, looking at the boundless blood that blended into the sea and sky.
Light red glow.
A long time passed.
When the tense and urgent atmosphere lingering in the minds of cultivators continues to accumulate, the tiredness gets higher and thicker, and finally, after reaching a certain extreme, the tense heartstrings continue to rise one after another.
When it was torn apart in the minds of the cultivators.
Almost in an instant, the atmosphere of an approaching battle to the death disappeared.
And with this dissipation, it seemed that there was some kind of destined battle to the death, which was rejected and postponed from the level of cause and effect.
The old Snail Sage seemed to be using this method to show that he was not ready, and he also seemed to be using this method of teasing causality to further tease the elder Zong who was fully prepared and ready.
But when he looked carefully, Mr. Zong didn't seem to be affected.
He was still sitting there quietly.
With calm eyes, he stared at the vast bloody red clouds and the vague aura of cultivation of the old Luosheng.
What Mr. Zong did at this time was to restrain his Qi throughout his body, rather than to unleash his Qi. With the help of various ancient secrets and techniques of Feng Shui and Kanyu, Mr. Zong was able to do this easily.
, and maintain it for a long time without external interference.
But Old Snail Saint is different. This time he was not ready. The next time, and the next time, there will always be a moment when he is ready.
Cause and effect can be played once, but not twice.
If too many people are fooled, the fate of cause and effect will inevitably be reversed, and the only person who will be fooled in the end is the Nine Yuan Snail Saint.
Therefore, the Nine Yuan Snail Saint would take action sooner or later, so Mr. Zong sat there, quietly waiting for his action, and was not moved by anything outside.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
As the elder Zong regained his momentum, gradually, the same urgent emotions began to arise from the hearts and minds of the cultivators again, and became more and more intense, so depressing that it made people unable to breathe.
It is very strange to say that it is clearly a duel to the death between two people, but at this moment, it is the cultivators present who are undergoing repeated torture.
All the processes are the same as before, and it is precisely with this change in breath that the nervous and urgent heartstrings gradually become tighter and tighter.
Precisely because we have experienced the last time, all the practices at this time can clearly understand the changes in the heart strings at this moment. The heart strings are so tense that they completely collapse, leaving only a very short few breaths.
time.
This is already the pinnacle of true momentum before it reaches its peak and collapses!
If there is really a response, it should be at this moment, it should be this flash!
However, when looking from afar, the figure of Old Snail Saint was still not visible in the boundless bloody red clouds.
It seems that the second teasing of causality has been completed under the indifference of the old snail saint.
But in everything, there are only three things that can be done. Is it possible that the next stage of gathering momentum is the time when the real fight to the death is made?
With the complete crossing of the peak.
Almost all the monks had such thoughts.
Suddenly, on the slanting ground, among the thick foggy clouds and the torrential rain, a clear laughter rose into the sky!
All the blood mist dispersed, and when I looked again, I saw Uncle Shang's figure, torn apart by the dark green mist. The moment it shot up into the sky, Uncle Shang was surrounded by an endless sea of flames.
, and in the swirling and steaming flames of the sea of fire, there is a continuous stream of blood-colored auras that are transpiring and suspended, whirling around with the vitality and creation power of the jade jade, and at this moment, they appear into a different-colored yin and yang fish picture.
This is a far more intense momentum than in the past.
And when you look carefully, you can also see that in the emerald wood phase's vitality and creation power, there is a faint glimpse of the gilded divine flower, and there is even demonic flames that are burned into nothingness by the true fire of the sun.
When he looked again, the dark green haze that had been torn apart and then blown to the edge of the battlefield by the strong wind was suddenly wrapped in a very dim spiritual light and suddenly transformed into the figure of Kui Lao.
, and then without stopping at all, only a faint light penetrated into the depths of the open sea, and suddenly disappeared.
Obviously, Shang Bo gained some decisive advantage.
This kind of advantage was enough to teach Mr. Kui to give up all hope of finding a way forward, and then just barely protect his life and cultivation realm. He didn't even care about the heritage that was taken away, and just ran away blindly.
As a result, in the bloody battlefield, only Shang Bo was left standing there. When he was so arrogant, even the Taoist form of the towering giant tree transformed from the Guizhen Taoism hanging behind him had been destroyed by Shang Bo's
The true sun fire itself was burned until only the incomplete tree trunks were left, which still gave the cultivators a slightly intimidating connotation in their hearts.
And it was with the dispersion of this meaning that in an instant, the tight string lingering in the minds of the cultivators was broken.
But Uncle Shang seemed to have no idea at all.
He is taking advantage of the opportunity that the foundation of Guizhen Dao Seed has been depleted, and instead increases his efforts to pour more of his three-yuan power of essence, energy, and spirit into Gui Zhen Dao Seed.
With the influx of essence and qi, Uncle Shang soon re-enacted the mysteries he had experienced during the martial arts fight. His body flashed in the illusory haze for a moment, bathed in the colorful spiritual light illuminated by the holes of the seal patterns on the talisman.
, and then the physical body, which was full of injuries, returned to perfection in an instant.
But with the influx of divine energy, especially at that moment, it was clear that there was some kind of mysterious charm mixed into it, wandering in the divine energy that was far more fragmented than the essence and qi duality, and was poured into it together.
When pouring into the path of returning to true nature.
Almost visible to the naked eye, Uncle Shang's aura has undergone a completely different change.
The change itself is quite strange.
It’s not that he changed into a different person in the blink of an eye, but it seems that after a person has been immersed in different changes of emotions, different memory experiences, and different Taoist practices for a long time, he will become what he originally could have been.
The charm and temperament that takes a long time to change quietly and unconsciously is condensed in a very short process of change.
It is clear that there is a process of change, but it still feels strange within a few breaths.
And at this moment, staring at Uncle Shang who seemed strange to people for a while, Zhu Xiu almost subconsciously looked at the great elder of the Palace of Lihen and the headmaster of the White Bone Temple.
Among those present, the Great Elder of the Lihen Palace was from the Fang family of the Yinming Ghost Demonic Way, and only the various Taoist methods of the White Bone Temple were passed down, which relied on corpse dissection to refine the form, focusing on shedding from the old shell.
There is no one who can discern the changes in Uncle Shang's situation at this time better than the two of them.
Under the gaze of the cultivators, the Great Elder of the Lihen Palace frowned tightly and said nothing; the Headmaster of the White Bone Temple not far away subconsciously tightened the bone beads in his hand.
Although they didn't say a word, the changes in their expressions were already silently proving the truth about Uncle Shang's changes.
In an instant, for the third time, due to the sudden change in this scene, the pressing heartstrings of Zhu Xiu were lifted up, and in a very short period of time, the tension reached its peak.
But in the same place, no matter whether the cultivators were looking at him or whether his energy was changing, "Uncle Shang", who was completely on the road to return to his true nature, was completely unaware of it.
In this moment of influx of the three elements of energy, energy, and spirit, and under the transformation of Guizhen, some kind of change at the soul level has almost become a foregone conclusion.
This is a fact that the young scholar can never undo no matter how hard he struggles.
Perhaps it is this desperate situation that can break the pedantic Taoist heart of Minghai, a child who has read too many Taoist books.
Of course, with the support of the vitality and creation power of Kui Lao's origin that still exists in the true fire of the sun, perhaps before persuading the young scholar, he can rely on these to completely follow the path of returning to his true nature, and then,
With the way forward and retreat completely blocked, Minghai was punished and taught a lesson.
Teach him to know that even if he is far away from Zhongzhou, the Lu family is still the Lu family!
And it was just when Uncle Shang was immersed in the changes in his own energy and spirit, relying on some indescribable feeling of peace that he had returned to his true nature and become one.
Suddenly, Uncle Shang seemed to have noticed something. At this moment, he didn't even have time to use all his energy to refine the vitality and creation power in the true fire of the sun, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
When he turned his head to look, he didn't know when, but the elder Zong, who was clearly filled with all his energy, shining in the distance towards the sea, the body like a suspended tomb, was turning around at this time, looking straight at him.
, I don’t know how long I have been staring like this.
Eyes facing each other.
In unprecedented silence.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Suddenly, Uncle Shang grinned.
"Ha! Boundary gate?"
Then, under the gaze of the elder, he took the master's seal with his hand and moved the seal in the direction of the hanging wall.
——
Deep in the outer sea, on top of the nine-fold altar.
Almost at the same time, when the elder Zong changed the direction of his body, when Uncle Shang went against the old Luo Sheng's premeditation, he struck out the seal in the direction of the hanging wall.
Old Luo Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and then stood up.
"Well, it's true that you and other human monks plotted against me with the aura of disease and plague, and that's why I had no choice but to make this move..."
When the words fell, the five-color aura was swirling in the depths of Old Luosheng's old and turbid eyes.
It happened at this moment that Old Snail Sage was waiting to take a step forward.
Suddenly, behind the old Luosheng, behind the Nine-fold Dharma Altar, in the boundless red glow of blood, a round mirror wheel connecting the sky and the sea appeared, with blazing blood flames burning on it, like a round mirror.
The bloody sun rises slowly from the sky in the east.
The next moment, the desolate roar of a dragon resounded throughout the outer sea!