Refining the Mountains and Rivers Chapter 757: The Taoist vs the ancients
Cracks appeared on the surface of the gray-white stone statue, and then the large pieces fell off, revealing the inner figure of Qin Yu. He was covered by a milky white halo under the figure hidden by the black robe.
In the soul space, a vague phantom appeared, and as he descended, the invisible aura covered all directions and suppressed everything.
Then he took a step forward and directly blended into Qin Yu's soul, without any negative feelings spreading, like a refreshing cold drink in the sweltering weather, refreshing to the bottom of my heart.
Slap——
Slap——
Qin Yu could clearly hear the sound of the remaining cracks in the soul after using the dragon soul, the sound of closing up.
Boom——
The powerful soul aura burst out!
The soul injury that has plagued Qin Yu so far has completely recovered at this moment, and his soul power has broken through to a new level in one fell swoop.
That is the feeling that I am one with the sky and the earth, waving my hand to chaotic the sky and nebula.
The voice of the ancient consciousness sounded, "I found that you have an injury before, so I will help you repair it, and having the identity of the son is more conducive to your next actions."
"Of course, more importantly, after becoming the Son, you will have the opportunity to inherit the power that the Taoist Lord has left in this place."
As for the breakthrough of the realm, I didn't mention it. Perhaps from the perspective of the ancient consciousness, Qin Yu's current power level is too low to be worthy of his attention.
Xiling God Seat Ji Xiangtian has been stunned for a long time, and finally recovered from the difficulty. Seeing Qin Yu who was wrapped in light, his eyes vibrated, puzzled, and shocked, and finally turned into bitterness, unwillingness, anger.
He had never thought that the good fortune that should have belonged to Qin Yu eventually fell into the hands of Qin Yu-a "medium" that had nothing to do with Xiling, and that he wanted to kill not long ago.
How can Ji Xiangtian accept such a result?
Taking a deep breath and looking at Qin Yu, the **** seat showed coldness in his eyes, inheriting the power of the holy light to become a new holy son, and you need to have a pious and sincere idea of the Supreme Daoist before it is possible to merge with yourself.
Otherwise, this holy light is a terrifying bomb, enough to blow up the bones of the fused person!
Is this black-robed man from the Mist Hidden Sect, a devout believer of the Taoist monarch?
What a joke!
The Lord Godhead calmed down. He didn't know why the Taoist Lord would choose this person. But this must be wrong... Can it be said that because the subject has fallen, the projection that has been summoned has also lost its mind?
Ji Xiangtian took a deep breath, suppressed this blasphemous thought, and his heart became pious and firm again, preparing for the next integration of Doermo's power.
After Qin Yu exploded, he is the only one who meets the conditions here. No matter what the Taoist will consider, he can only choose him... I am mine after all, just a little postponement!
But in fact, Qin Yu didn't notice the slightest feeling of trial, the holy light poured into him and directly merged with him.
Moreover, as time passed, the speed of fusion became faster and faster. After the soul injury was fully recovered, he continued to push his strength to increase.
This kind of clear and perceptible improvement is amazing. Even though Qin Yu still has some doubts in his heart, he can't help being absorbed in it, hoping that this process will never stop.
Three breaths of time passed.
Ji Xiangtian looks cold, boy, you are going to die!
Three more breaths passed.
Ji Xiangtian's expression continues to be cold, boy, you are going to die!
Three more breaths.
Ji Xiangtian still looks cold, boy, you are going to die!
……
Suddenly, the holy light that envelops Qin Yu began to weaken, and the amplitude was so fast that it had all shrunk back into the body in the blink of an eye.
Before the coldness on the face of the Lord Godhead disappeared, he saw Qin Yu appearing in front of him after the holy light dissipated.
Wait? What's happening here?
Yes, I was killed!
Fused...Fused...This **** really fuses...
My chest became stuffy, and the energy that suppressed the injury suddenly faded. Ji Xiangtian hummed, spouting blood, and his face was full of horror.
What is this? An inexplicable person who merged with the Holy Light smoothly and became the new saint son of the religion?
"You have grievances?"
The majestic and majestic voice sounded again, like a million thunders.
Ji Xiangtian is a jealous, his face is paler, and his pupils shrink frantically.
He suddenly realized one thing, whether the Daoist Lord had died, it was just a guess by him, Doermo and others.
That may not be the case!
If the Supreme Daoist hasn't died, then what is happening now may be his choice of coming will. As the **** seat of Xiling, who is known as the spokesperson of the Taoist monarch on the earth, if he feels resentment against the ruler he believes in, there is no need to say more about the consequences.
The cold sweat instantly soaked the robe, Ji Xiangtian knelt to the ground, his noble head touched the ground, "Your will is the supreme ruler!"
Boom——
The space behind him suddenly shattered, sucking Ji Xiangtian in, and directly expelled from the secret realm of Huangquan.
Xiling God Seat, the existence that holds the highest authority of the religion, was expelled from within its own sphere of influence... If this matter is publicized, I don't know how many people will be shocked.
The black vortex that shattered Doermo shrank quickly, and was submerged in the ancient skulls and was flooded with rich holy light. His consciousness fluctuated immediately, "I know you have many doubts, I will explain to you."
Om——
A ball of holy light flew out and fell into Qin Yu's eyebrows. His mind was instantly sucked into it, and in the next moment countless pictures appeared.
……
Over the lofty Dragon City, a blood-bathed dragon roared to the sky. There was a scary wound on its huge body, which almost cut it off. You can clearly see the cut bones and large fragments of internal organs inside the dragon. .
Among the dragon's eyes, there is clearly reflected a fight that is happening above the clouds. The sky and the earth are moving together, and the sky is broken and twisted so that you can only see the occasional figure.
The warring party is impressively the ancient clan who built the Dragon City. Opposite him is a Taoist man in a blue robe.
Although standing in front of the ancients, this man's body is as small as an ant, but the breath he burst out is like a real sun, high above the nine heavens, so I dare not look down at it~IndoMTL.com ~ Even if you face the ancients, you will not show any disadvantages, and the magical powers flowing across the sky between your hands and feet, bringing a earth-shattering breath.
The ancients on the opposite side did not fancy their shots, but between one punch and one kick, billions of pounding forces exploded, which was enough to break the world.
In terms of the strength of the two sides, such a lethal fight, the aftermath is enough to destroy the world and erase everything in this world. But in the void, a layer of golden light and shadow emerged, cancelling and absorbing all the power fluctuations of the two sides.
"Daojun, you and I are not enemies, what is going on today?" The ancient clan's deep voice was released.
The Daoist said indifferently: "This is a great road, you are a stepping stone."
"What a domineering way to heaven, then it depends on whether the Daoist has the power to trample me under his feet!"
The screen turns.
On the lofty plateau, large stretches of shrines stretch, and there are **** flames burning on 109 shrines.
Suddenly, a large area of space shattered, and the ancients stepped out and raised their hands to the ground.
Boom——
The flames on the one hundred and nine temples soared into the sky, condensing one hundred and nine red pillars of fire, and a shadow of a knife emerged between the pillars of fire. Its entire body was red as if it drank the blood of hundreds of millions of creatures, even if it was just a phantom, it had broken Zhou Tian, and the huge crack spread like an abyss.
Outside the shrine, there are hundreds of millions of believers crouching on their knees, raising their hands at the same time, looking feverish. Deep in their eyes, flames were burning, and their eyes were red!
In the shattered space, the Taoist figure appeared, his eyes fell on the scarlet knife shadow, and he paused and said lightly: "If you develop this knife, the deity may not be your opponent."
The ancients laughed, "Even if it fails to succeed, it is enough to kill you!" Raising a hand and drawing a knife, the knife rang through the sky, the crimson cleaving the sky like a waterfall in the nine heavens, as if to cut the whole world away from it.