Yang Guang didn't say anything. The soul is infinitely close to the way of heaven. Although it has some influence, the benefits are more. Yang Guang's understanding of the way of heaven, Yang Guang believes that even the average golden immortal in the Taiyi realm is not as good as himself.
All things in the world are themselves one of the manifestations of heavenly tools. Some monsters are gifted with magical powers. Divine patterns are engraved on their bones and flow through their blood. As long as they gain spiritual consciousness with one move, they can awaken their magical powers. This is the Tao.
The power of.
Yang Guang used divine patterns to embody all things, and he also showed the Tao. Monsters such as flying phoenixes and white tigers were actually carving the innate magical powers bestowed by heaven on the monsters.
For example, the flying phoenix just now is a fire-attribute monster that is born with the ability to control Nanming Lihuo. The Feifeng transformed by Yang Guang's divine pattern actually controls Nanminglihuo.
Yang Guang knew it, but the enemies on the opposite side didn't know it. In their eyes, Yang Guang's flying phoenix was just a manifestation of magic power. By the time they discovered it, the monster's innate magical power had already arrived in front of them. They were caught off guard and either died or died.
The injury is very insidious.
Of course, if you want to accomplish all this, you must know the composition of the monsters, but who is Yang Guang? Under the Emperor's Qi Watching Technique, he is proficient in the Emperor's Law and all magical powers and spells. As long as he has seen it, he can imitate it.
"Let's go!" The sword energy around Yang Guang was like a cloud, and he guarded the two of them. He heard bursts of miserable screams coming from the void. Some of them were the evil spirits raging in the formation, and some were the golden elixir.
The reluctance of a master before his death.
"Thousands of years of practice will be ruined in one day." Lin Feifeng couldn't help but sigh.
"The general trend of the world is just a matter of competition. The winner takes all. It has been like this since ancient times." Yang Guang shook his head.
Everyone's luck is different. When you are killed by someone, your luck will be taken away by them, increasing the opponent's luck. Just like the dynasty fighting for hegemony, the Li Dynasty defeated the Great Sui Dynasty and captured the Great Sui Dynasty.
Dragon Qi, in the world of cultivation, such things are even more obvious. Isn't this what the Battle of the Gods is like?
Lin Feifeng was born in Jiejiao, so she naturally understood this truth. She glanced at the man beside her with her beautiful eyes. She was born in the Sui Dynasty clan, but her origins are very mysterious. She not only knows the magical powers of Jiejiao and Chanjiao, could it be
Has Sui Dynasty become so powerful?
Thinking of being hugged by the other person just now, her face turned red and her whole body felt hot. It seemed that those big hands were still on her waist.
"Master Yan." A man's exclamation came to his ears, and in the distance he could see Master Yan's face turning red. Purple light flashed all over his body. Haoran's righteousness had reached its extreme. There were only two golden immortals beside him.
The one he was fighting against was a demon with a tiger head and human body. It was Qiang Liang, the ancestral wizard, who controlled the divine thunder between heaven and earth. At this moment, Qiang Liang was in tatters, with arms and legs missing. He looked very miserable, except for the divine thunder all over his body.
Surround the surroundings and shock the mind.
"You evildoer, suffer death!" A Haoran Zhengqi Sect monk was completely naked, his whole body had been beaten to pieces, only one head was suspended in the air, only a long roar was heard, and the opponent's head was exuding Shenxi and Daoguang.
surround.
"Confucius said Chengren, Mencius said righteousness. Where righteousness comes, go forward without hesitation." The divine sun was bright, and the purple light was like a big ball. Between the thick vertical and horizontal lines, in the void, there were countless great scholars of the human race, following closely behind, shouting loudly.
Reciting the meaning of the sutra.
Then, there was a loud noise, Jinxian's head crashed into Qiangliang's body, and a huge wound appeared at the heart.
"He is the elder Zhonggui of the Haoran Zhengqi Sect, and he has been upright throughout his life." Lin Feifeng explained in a low voice.
"Awesome righteousness, invincible, and extremely strong." Yang Guang sighed in his heart. It is better to die than to live, especially for monks. Even if they lose their bodies, as long as the soul is there, there are various ways to stay alive. The golden immortal soul is close to pure
Yang, it is not that he has no future. If he were an ordinary monk, he would definitely try his best to escape.
But Haoran Zhengqi Sect is not like this. At the last moment, what he thinks about is not to survive but to die together with the enemy. This is not the first time. Master Meng is like this, Master Zhong is like this. In the future, there will be disciples of Haoran Zhengqi Sect who are like this.
so.
"After this battle, I don't know how many golden elixirs of the Haoran Zhengqi Sect have fallen." There was no joy in Lin Feifeng's words, but more of a desolate one.
Yang Guang took a deep breath, took the Qingping Sword from Lin Feifeng's hand, moved his body, and stepped onto the clouds. His face was cold, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and a Yin-Yang Tai Chi shape appeared behind his head. In the vastness, the breath was erratic, and the top of his head was
Above, the bright moon hung high, the sharp sword in his hand was slashed out again, lotus flowers rippled, pure and turbid air appeared out of thin air, and the power of chaos emerged, absorbing the strong demon god.
Visible to the naked eye, the golden body was transformed into chaos and disappeared without a trace.
Yang Guang's body swayed, and the fragrant wind swept around him. Lin Feifeng flew to Yang Guang's side and supported him. There was no embarrassment on his face, as if it was a normal thing.
"The innate spiritual treasure is really expensive." Yang Guangjun's face was pale, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Separating the clear from the turbid with one sword is a killing move in itself, and with the Jiejiao's Suppressing Spiritual Treasure, it can exert powerful power. A strong and good demon who has been crippled is no match at all, but equally, the mana and spiritual consciousness consumed are also
It's very powerful. If Yang Guang uses it continuously, he can't keep up with the rhythm.
"Haoran Zhengqi Sect has countless magical powers, and maybe you can defeat the devil without your help. You, you don't have to be like this." As soon as Lin Feifeng finished speaking, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with her words, and Xiafei's cheeks were filled with indescribable shyness.
Yang Guang was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and said: "Everyone I can save will be saved!"
"Now the Dutian Shensha formation has broken through two flag gates, and the power of the formation has been reduced by half. I believe the formation will be broken soon." Lin Feifeng comforted.
The Dutian Divine Evil Formation has twelve demon gods and is powerful. The evil spirit inside is constantly condensing, summoning the ancestral witch essences of the three realms, making the formation more and more powerful. However, after breaking through a flag gate, the power of the formation suddenly weakens.
He could no longer summon the spirit of the ancestral witches between heaven and earth to absorb the evil energy and strengthen his body. Instead, the evil energy in the formation continued to drain away.
After breaking through the two flag gates, the power of the formation was instantly reduced by half, and the formation was broken only in a matter of seconds.
"It's just that during this battle, I don't know how many brothers died in the formation." Master Yan flew over. His face was pale, he looked much older, and there were blood stains on his body. He thanked the two of them first.
After some time, he smiled bitterly.
"No one has thought that the power of the Dutian Shensha Formation is so powerful, far beyond our imagination." Lin Feifeng's eyes showed a trace of fear. If he hadn't met Yang Guang, not only the Wuliang Sword Sect would have been wiped out, but also Yan Feifeng.
On the Master's side, the situation is not much better.
The Twelve Demonic Gods are actually a whole. If one suffers, they all suffer, and if one suffers, they both prosper.
