Chapter 1,722 Chapter 172: Giving the fruit to the ancestral tree after the birth of the baby
"Is this the true master of the palace?"
If it weren't for the few saucy words that followed, the spectators from the Five Realms would have really doubted whether Aunt Xiang had tinkered with the sound pearl herself.
Just find someone to imitate your voice.
There is no picture anyway, so the cost of counterfeiting is not high.
However, when one thinks of Aunt Xiang, she basically has no autonomy since she was controlled by the Taoist Palace Master.
If the master of the Taoist Palace had not intended for her to leave a voice, the voice bead would most likely not have appeared in the Dead Sea.
Therefore, everything that happens can only be true.
That is to say, the Taoist Palace Master was fake about Aunt Xiang, but he was completely fake about Master Shou!
"Look, Master Shou's face is a little green. This is the first time I've seen him look like this, haha!"
"You are really brave, Feng Zhongzui. If you dare to take pictures of Master Shou at this time, I'm afraid you will be pushed to death in the Dead Sea!"
"Green-faced Shou, cute nirvana..."
Xu Xiaoshou was really not angry.
Everyone had their own way of fighting in the Qingyuan Mountains. He tried his best at that time, but now he can be considered as a light boat passing the Ten Thousand Chong Mountains.
He glared at Feng Zhongzui.
Feng Zhongzui actually dared to steel himself, carrying the preaching mirror and refusing to retreat, not to mention moving the picture even half an inch.
Xu Xiao smiled bitterly while receiving support: "It's true that Dao Qiongang..."
Feng Zhongzui was stunned and curled his toes slightly. Doesn't this match the reaction in his memory?
Master Shou actually hasn’t stopped yet!
He paused, stared at the preaching mirror, and blinked:
"Naughty."
Aunt Xiang froze on the spot, clenching her fists and clenching her teeth.
Where did Xu Xiaoshou learn this? Is he really capable of this from birth? I really want to give him a punch!
Just like Xu Xiaoshou wanted to move her to challenge and love the common people.
Aunt Xiang couldn't bear what Dao Qiongcang did in the past. It was an influence that couldn't be erased by just a single voice bead.
But now there are really not many people left in the Five Realms who can deal with Dao Qiongang.
Aunt Xiang really wants to instigate a relationship between Xu Xiaoshou and Dao Qiongcang - it's not that she really wants to oppose the two, as long as Xu Xiaoshou can give Dao Qiongcang a slap in the face and relieve people's hatred, that's it.
.
She also couldn't accept that after entering the Dead Sea, Xu Dao and the two actually got along well.
If these two people get together, it will be too easy to deal with anyone in the world.
God was able to sell it to them no matter what, and even helped them count the money.
If it can be disassembled, it is naturally best to disassemble it.
And since the photo beads are useless, Aunt Xiang understands something.
Xu Xiaoshou had her own ideas. She did not dare to interfere too much in the overall situation, so she immediately chose Mingzhe to protect herself:
"Xu Xiaoshou, I'll leave the rest to you. Auntie will leave first."
She held Beibei's hand, regardless of Beibei's opinion. After leaving her last voice, the figures of one and the other walked away in great style.
"Let's go now..."
Zui whispered softly in the wind, so envious.
With this move, we can escape from the intensifying whirlpool of the general trend. Who wouldn't envy it?
If you could be reincarnated, if you could choose your gender.
Drunk in the wind, I also want to experience the life of Aunt Xiang. I think it must be a different kind of fun!
"If I had a god..."
The Holy Mountain Refuge Group soon stopped fantasizing.
They do not have God as their backing. Instead, they have a moody enemy in front of them, Xu Xiaoshou.
He was kept by his side purely because of his semi-saint status, or because he was used to stop the arrows that could fall at any time in love for the common people.
The Dead Sea is quiet.
Master Shou was also silent.
In silence, the preaching mirror no longer looked at Master Shou.
The camera turned sideways at some point, half showing the graceful figure walking away with her little tail, and half showing the envy and sadness of the saints of the Holy Mountain watching Aunt Xiang go away.
The Dead Sea is still.
The five realms also gradually calmed down.
Someone opened his mouth silently, his scalp numbing slightly.
The world is like a huge missionary mirror, half free and half prison.
…
"There's not much time left."
Returning from Nanming, he stood on the top of the ruins of Guizhe Holy Mountain, the former holy land of the Central Region, in an independent manner.
Jinren opened his hands, as if lying in cotton, lying in the soft void.
He seemed to have enlightened himself.
The space disk slowly spun out from under him.
Little bits of bright pearl light seeped into the regular avenue, and the scenery of the five realms was instantly included in the perception.
The range of perception is actually limited.
The range of influence that the Super Dao Transformed Mind Disk can exert is also limited.
But all this is based on the extreme compression of the world by the mysteries of space.
It might take a little more time and effort.
The scope of both can be extended infinitely!
In a frontal battlefield with lightning and flint, this hand may not be used.
If he is sitting in the Tent of Heaven, after sitting in the Tent of Heaven, he will be able to see almost "everything" happening in various places in the five regions, just like everyone else.
The little hermit hides in the wild.
After hesitating when he saw the sky of Nanming Dao, he quickly closed the curtain of heaven and found another hiding place after realizing that someone was watching him.
Hidden away in the city.
He saw the eight acquaintances walking in the middle territory with the support of the storyteller, making sword seals with each step, making changes wherever they passed, and all of them bowed down.
On the east side.
In the mist-shrouded Sword Tomb, the majestic Dongshan Mountain towers into the clouds, and the sisal stands on the top of the mountain, unchanged for thousands of years.
And inside the tomb, Sword Saint Wen, with his sleeves held high, stepped onto the sword-washing pool and danced, with a loud and resonant voice that stopped the moving clouds.
On the west side.
In the vast expanse of desert, dotted with verdant green, behind the ancient temple in the deep mountains and old forests, the Bodhi tree has lost its roots.
At the cross street corner, where the law strictly rejects the holy power, the secrets of space enter lightly, and a tower hangs underground, like a Buddha hanging upside down.
The crowds in the south are chaotic and disorderly all year round.
The north is full of fissures and barren mountains and rivers.
All things, as long as the mind has thoughts, can be put into the eyes, and may or may not be seen through, but there are still one or two guesses.
Alone on this ladder...
Jinren lies on his back in the void, with his head hanging back. From an upside-down perspective, he can see the upside-down heaven and earth.
The ladder to heaven remains the same, unmoved by the world.
But he knew that under the calm lake of the Five Realms, there would be a storm on the ladder to heaven.
"There's not much time left..."
With this sound, not only are people lamenting the short life they have left, but they are also lamenting that the dark night will soon come.
If Yu Lao’s canonization of the Holy Emperor is blocked.
As soon as the chaotic war between the five Holy Emperor families ended, they turned their attention back to the Holy Continent.
Dao Qiongcang paid a holy emperor status in vain.
But when will the chaos begin and when will the chaos end? Now it all depends on one person.
Today's chess game is played in various ways, no matter whether the chess player loves the common people, the sky of Tao, the Eight Masters, or the visible and invisible Bei Huai, I have no time to hate...
The last step, the last step, all came down to the only choice left.
Jinren closed his eyes and threw himself into eternal sleep:
"Xu Xiaoshou, are you ready?"
…
Dead Sea.
Xu Xiaoshou opened his eyes suddenly.
Heaven and earth, time and space, the past and future, the great ways and all laws, cause and effect, death and life, everything belongs to oneself, and everything is clear to the original mind!
He opened his eyes...
Xu Xiaoshou, who was in retreat at Tiansang Ling Palace, opened his eyes;
The eight acquaintances with their heads and faces covered by the Goose Lake opened their eyes;
In the Eighth Palace, the lover of the holy world opened his eyes;
Yunlun Mountain opened Rao Weizi’s eyes;
The Holy Emperors of the Four Divine Pillars of Void Island opened their eyes, the Blood World Pearl and Blood Disaster Chuyin quietly opened their eyes, and the Heavenly Ancestor in the Divine Court opened his eyes;
In the secret realm of the Four Elephants, the unicorn in the northern locust tree opens his eyes, in the Qingyuan Mountain Kuileihan opens his eyes with his spiritual thoughts, and in the relics of the gods, the evil spirit opens his eyes;
The ancestral trees in the Guizhe Holy Mountain both opened their eyes, everyone in the five regions opened their eyes together, and the people in the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower hated to open the window to open their eyes...
The time and space vortex on the wood sculpture is not the underworld, but the endless reincarnation of oneself.
One thought lasts forever.
A moment of thought.
Dead Sea, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly opened his eyes!
At this glance, my thoughts swept away, and I was so surprised that the pure water of the Dead Sea, which was supposed to be a pool of stagnant water, rippled again and again!
"Buzz..."
The sound of sword chants comes from a place without roots and a place where names gather.
In this forbidden land of the Dead Sea where the ancient swordsmanship was banned by the Holy Emperor's golden edict, the sword moved.
"Master Shou, then our next step..."
Drunk in the wind, I just moved the preaching mirror back.
He was satisfied with his empty shot just now. This was the highest level of preaching in his life.
He was just about to ask, since he had rescued Aunt Xiang, Aunt Xiang and Bei Jianxian were going to save the rest of the people one by one.
Then, should we and our group go straight to the second level of the Dead Sea to rescue Master Shou's master, Saint Slave Wuxiu and Sang Qiye?
Turning back this time...
This preaching mirror is worth moving back...
boom!
As soon as he touched that look, Feng Zhongzui's chest was hit like a hammer, thunder exploded in his mind, and his whole body was thrown away bleeding.
What?!
What's this?!
In a daze, Feng Zhongzui felt that he had gone through two reincarnations and experienced all kinds of lives, as if he was trying to find his own path from the world of mortals.
He even saw among the bright stars in the sky that the mysterious door that had been half-opened to Gu Lao's divine light was now fully opened for him.
"puff!"
Druid in the wind spurted out another mouthful of blood, and when he came back to consciousness, his face was filled with horror and joy, and he shouted:
"Enlightened!"
"Master Shou, he has enlightened!"
Unlike before in the Jade Capital City, Shouye closed his eyes and crossed his legs, layer upon layer of mysteries emerging one after another.
That is "quiet"!
That seems a bit too fake.
The breakthrough was so fast that the world thought that Master Shou only needed to press some switch, and his realm would rise on its own.
But now, it is too "moving"!
This is how a spiritual refiner should behave when he or she attains enlightenment in a normal sense.
But what is abnormal is that Master Shou’s enlightenment this time seems to be a bit excessive. He has exceeded the average level of spiritual refiners in the world when they attain enlightenment.
He is like an extreme giant looking down from the sky, stepping from the vast and boundless land to a high-rise building.
Open your eyes and realize the truth!
Its power is so powerful that it can conquer the world!
The entire sixth level of the Dead Sea, after this "name" opened his eyes.
It was like being boiled in the oven of heaven and earth. It was turbulent at first, then bubbled, and finally boiled.
"road!"
The people of the five regions were shocked to see that Master Shou just raised his right hand and bent his palm.
The Dead Sea exploded with thunder. He didn't seem to be holding nothingness in his hands. He seemed to have caught something, and he was holding it firmly!
"Look! This is... a sword, a sword elephant?"
"No, not just, many, he has many!"
Behind Master Shou, the sword thought changed.
The gods and Buddhas are transformed into ancient swords and cultivate the swordsmanship of the heart, and the sword elephant is transformed into the nine swordsmanship of Mr. Si Ren;
The image of the sword god is transformed into the shadow of a lonely tower, the blessing of the power of the four divine pillars is transformed into the image, and the image of the heart sword technique is transformed into the heavenly solution...
"Moreover! Not only the ancient swordsmanship, but also his Tao..."
"Giant, is that a giant? This is the ancient weapon he made after integrating the techniques of the Void clan...?"
Mainly based on the magnificent image of the swordsmanship of the heart, on the right side, from an unknown place, the ultimate giant that covers the sky and the sun comes with heavy steps.
The giant moved step by step, crushing people's hearts and gods. When he stood still behind Master Shou, he bent down on his waist.
That face!
That face that is so chaotic and unseen!
What is revealed at this moment is clearly Mr. Shou’s facial features, and it is himself!
"Ancient swordsmanship, ancient martial arts giant transformation..."
The five realms murmured in shock, and they all realized something, "There must be more, as well as Master Shou's soul refining methods and all kinds of mysteries!"
The words just fell.
On the left side of the image of swordsmanship in Xu Xiaoshou's back, a divine dazzling light rises up, like a circle of images like the birth of the holy ancestor.
Body Dao Disk, Mind Dao Disk, Spirit Dao Disk, Sword Dao Disk, Space Dao Disk, Life Dao Disk...
There are a dozen or so secret formations, of different sizes and with different rays of light, rising up one after another.
If you look carefully, you can still see other details that are dimmed under all the brilliance:
Light, water, metal, magic, molecules, time...
"what happened?"
"What did he realize?"
In the Dead Sea, the Holy Mountain evacuation group huddled together and retreated away from each other in fear, not daring to get even closer.
In the Five Domains, everyone was dumbfounded, and their bodies and minds were completely dull.
"Master Shou has realized enlightenment. Will he be granted the title of ancestral god? Why is the vision so terrifying?"
"Ancestral God? Isn't this right? If we go by the steps, he should now have to go through the Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation and seal the refining spirit Taixu..."
"Ah? You call this Taixu?"
…
boom!
The ruins of Guizhe Holy Mountain, the sound of thunder and calamity exploded.
Feng Xiaoshuang was excited, picked up the preaching mirror and looked up, her pupils suddenly became larger.
After the end of Zhu Yiyi's holy calamity, the originally sunny and sunny sky suddenly became overcast with clouds at some point.
Among them, the tribulation thunder is rolling, and under the visual inspection, this thunder seems to have the aura, which is only as strong as the nine-death thunder tribulation...
What a force!
"What kind of thunder is this?"
"Guizhe Holy Mountain, someone wants to be crowned Holy Emperor?"
Feng Xiaoshuang was filming and retreating at the same time, panicking and confused.
Her mission was over, and she didn't even look at the scene over the Dead Sea for the time being, so she began to take a short rest.
Seeing this, she had to contact Feng Zhongzui quickly.
But before he could even say a word, the preaching mirror in his hand shook, which meant that the other side was connected.
The scene I am transmitting at this moment can be seen in the five realms. It is a major event that surpasses Feng Zhongzui and Shou Ye!
"Hello everyone, I am Feng Xiaoshuang."
"Maybe you don't know, but you are still looking at the Dead Sea, but in my opinion, my place is more important now!"
"There is a great talent hidden in Guizhe Holy Mountain, and he wants to be crowned Holy Emperor! Yes, you heard it right, he is Holy Emperor!"
Feng Xiaoshuang was so excited that he blushed and said, "I have seen the Holy Tribulation, but it is not as strong as this. This is definitely the momentum that only the Zuyuan Emperor Tribulation can have!"
boom!
A thunder exploded.
Feng Xiaoshuang was so frightened that she almost knocked down the preaching mirror that might trigger thunder.
After she stopped her actions forcefully, her words also stopped abruptly:
"wrong."
After the "Ancestral Emperor Tribulation", the sky was broken, but there was no time and space flow, and the stars were faintly visible!
In the starry sky, the gods worship willows hanging down from the willow branches and worshiping from afar.
The light of guidance connects this world to other worlds, bringing laws from nowhere.
When such great power appears in the Holy God Continent, it turns into a laurel-shaped holy mountain...or in other words, a calamity cloud above the Dead Sea!
The voice of the old master Feng Tingchen rang in his ears.
Feng Xiaoshuang's beautiful eyes widened, her delicate body shook violently, and she exclaimed in disbelief:
"What?"
"This is the rule of the great road that Master Shou took over the relics of the gods. To survive the nine-death thunder tribulation in the Dead Sea, to seal Taixu?"
…
Feng Xiaoshuang's words.
Spiritual refiners from all over the five regions were in an emotional state.
This amount of information is not only huge, but also crazy!
"Can the Dead Sea survive the catastrophe?"
"Suffering the calamity of Yedu, you want to be brought here from the ruins of God?"
"A calamity with such great momentum is actually just a nine-death thunder calamity, just to seal Taixu?"
This calamity never comes out of nowhere.
But after a while, as the thunder tribulation evolved, everyone in the five regions suddenly saw that in the starry sky after the tribulation, in addition to the god worshiping willow, the shadow of the ancestral tree was vaguely formed.
"Dragon Apricot?"
"That's Long Xing!"
There is a golden dragon entrenched on the apricot tree, bringing blessings from the air.
"Nine Sacrifice Gui!"
"Oh my god, the Nine Sacrifice Envoys have also rebelled!"
There is a beautiful woman in palace attire standing on the osmanthus tree, fluttering her sleeves and sending cinnamon scent for luck.
"What is that?"
"Is there a fourth ancestral tree?"
Surprisingly, beside these three ancestral trees, there is actually a tree of darkness that keeps pace with them.
The tree seems to have no spirit, the spirit itself.
She is charming, graceful and graceful, just like a fallen tree mother.
Its crown must be hanging down, like a skirt or a hand, and at the tip are various human-faced infant fruits, emitting an alluring fragrance that makes people swoop in and eat them.
The spirit of Longxing could not help but look at him sideways, with brilliant eyes.
The god worships the willow tree and touches it with its branches.
The Master was in the Dead Sea, and after being swallowed and transformed by the Dark Tree Mother, he created three perfect Tao fruits at the ruins of the God of Power.
"The Holy Strain of Death!"
At this point, everyone suddenly realized that the tree in the Dark Forest of God's Remains was later deduced to be the ancestral tree of the Infant-Destroying Sacred Strain...
Also got by Master Shou!
"What kind of luck is this?"
"How powerful is this?"
"Just to survive the nine-death thunder catastrophe, pay homage to the four great ancestral trees, and even give the Taoist fruit to Di Ying?"
Three Taoist fruits.
Three babies, Xu Xiaoshou.
He fell to the ground from the branches of the Holy Tree of Death. The scene turned and he entered the mouth of the Dead Sea Shouye. With his Adam's apple rolling, his spirit merged into the sea of Qi.
"boom!"
The Nine-Death Thunder Tribulation is completely formed.
The first lightning strike struck down and blasted into the Dead Sea. When it touched the first layer of the Dead Sea, it actually ignored the forbidden magic barrier and the power of the Holy Emperor's golden edict.
Shielded by the combined strength of the four great ancestral trees, this thunder had crossed the sea, crossed the six layers of the Dead Sea, and landed on Master Shou's treasured body.
"..."
Like the spring breeze, like the first snow in winter.
Such a thunderbolt fell on the Holy Continent and landed on the sixth level of the Dead Sea. It only shook Master Shou's black clothes and was perfectly digested.
Seeing this, all the five regions were horrified.
"How stable is his foundation!"
"This is too perverted. This is not a human being at all. No wonder he can resist half-saints, defeat holy emperors, and even defeat ghosts with his power..."
"In my opinion, if Mr. Shou is Taixu, he should be the strongest Taixu in the world."
"Well, listening to you is like listening to a speech..."
The people in the five realms are excited, some are good at interpreting, some are good at evaluating, some are envious, jealous and hateful, and there are also some who are willing to seriously interpret this calamity:
"Taixu is the best in refining spirits."
"Going up further, the holy realm is like an extraordinary place."
"I remember that after the Eighth Sword Immortal was defeated, he once said something that affirmed the height of the road to spiritual refining in this era..."
I'm afraid not many people in the other four regions know this.
But it happened in the Eastern Region, and it was about the Eighth Sword Immortal. After thinking about it, someone remembered something:
"Too Xu, too Xu..."
"Your Majesty said, everything will be empty. The name comes to break the past, but the spirit of the present is not easy."
"I remember that the Eighth Sword Immortal hated the fact that he did not follow the path of Taixu, and even more hated the fact that God did not give birth to a holy body. He had to become famous through swordsmanship, but later he seemed to have cultivated an acquired holy body?"
"Master Shou is different. The path that Master Shou has taken is to have three roles. He can be said to have made up for the most regrettable shortcomings of the Eighth Sword Immortal back then!"
"Yes, the road built by the ancient sword has been destroyed long ago."
"But if the ancient sword cultivator is compatible with the spirit refining method, and add the ancient martial arts... I can't imagine what heights it will reach after being granted the title of Taixu by my master!"
In the south of the Central Territory, the Eighth Sword Immortal Eight Masters, whom the world has compared to others, also stopped at this time.
The storyteller is far away in the sky, he can see it, and he is responsible for explaining it.
"elder brother……"
He hasn't said anything yet.
The eight acquaintances who could not see anything listened to the wind, the thunder, and the sound of the sword chanting in the Dead Sea.
His mind was still reverberating with the solemn advice he gave Xu Xiaoshou when he first entered the Throne Realm in Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower.
Cultivating all three paths at the same time is the best way, but also the most difficult way!
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he murmured in a low voice:
"The Supreme Being says one, all things return to emptiness."
"The name comes to break the ancient times, and the three paths are in harmony."