Cross-push eternal life, starting from the power of the gods to suppress the prison

Yang Xuanzhen's words that did not take people seriously made the expression on his huge face become more indifferent, his eyes became more serious, and there was a hint of greed.

"Dig your own grave."

He looked at Yang Xuanzhen for a long time, as if he wanted to take in his whole person. He glanced at Fang Han again, left a word, and finally disappeared.

The Hunyuan Wuji Diagram is still continuously extracting the origin of the Wuji world, transporting it into the gate of the fairy world above, and refining it for the owner of that face.

However, the speed of extracting the source has slowed down, several times slower than when the five immortal envoys joined forces with the senior officials of Wuji Star Palace to use the method of raising the sky.

However, most of the origin of the infinite world has been drained away long ago, and it is estimated that it will be drained out soon.

At that time, the owner of that face can use the infinite world as a clone that carries will, descending from the fairy world to the human world.

And as the huge face disappeared, the fairy light shining down on the gate of the fairy world was like the sun setting in the west.

The entire world gradually faded.

However, the fairy light did not completely dissipate, but shrank, only covering the infinite world, blocking all prying eyes from the heavens and the world.

Even if he is as strong as Yang Xuanzhen, he can no longer clearly see the scene in the infinite world.

"Is it useful?"

Yang Xuanzhen smiled, not caring about this amazing change, nor the threat from the owner of the face.

He withdrew his gaze from the infinite world and continued to extract the origins of the three thousand worlds to practice.

Originally, the existence of the origin of the world was equivalent to the way of heaven in a big world.

According to common sense, there is a certain instinctive consciousness in the origin of the world, which operates according to an extremely mysterious natural law and is closely related to the number of lives in this big world.

Even the huge consciousnesses of many ancient powers in the big world after their death will be absorbed into the origin of the world and merge into one.

Therefore, even if an ordinary Xuanxian or even a half-step Jinxian only gets a trace of the origin of the world, it is impossible to refine it easily.

During the refining process, monks can easily be invaded by the consciousness of many ancient powerful people, causing confusion and obsession.

It may even lead to all kinds of horrific disasters.

If a monk wants to refine the origin of the world, he must use a long process to erase the powerful consciousness contained in the origin.

This is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Yang Xuanzhen has no worries or worries at all.

What kind of consciousness of heaven, doom and calamity, go crazy, and turn into ashes in front of the furnace of heaven and earth, the copper of all things, the charcoal of yin and yang, the work of creation.

An endless stream of life essence was injected into his body, and the ancient giant elephant particles continued to transform and metamorphose, and the sound of "crackling" resounded in the disaster hall.

His mana and physical strength are increasing at an alarming rate, endlessly.

There was a faint vision of a dragon and an elephant entangled all over his body.

People are dragons, and their energy is like an image.

The popularity is unified and the world is invincible.

At the same time, all the spirits in the sky also came to life.

The middle and lower levels of Taiyi Sect did not react at all, and they had no idea what was going on.

Everyone didn't know that they had just "died" and continued with what they were doing.

But the top people gathered together and exploded.

"It's too powerful. Who is that face?" Fang Han said with lingering fear.

When those eyes from the infinite world looked at him, he was unable to move and his mind almost stopped functioning.

It was as if he was just a piece of fish on the chopping board, and could only be slaughtered by the owner of that face, no matter where he escaped, he would have nowhere to hide.

"That is a supreme immortal in the immortal world." Renhuang Bi's tone was slightly solemn, with a hint of sigh.

He was a king-grade immortal weapon in the past, and his cultivation level was equivalent to that of a supreme immortal.

Now in the Xuanxian realm, compared to the Supreme Immortal, he is as small as dust. I wonder if it will take years, horses, and months to recover?

Taoist Xuan Ming said in shock: "The Supreme Immortal? Why would there be such a terrifying existence targeting our Taiyi Sect and the Emperor of Heaven? What does he want to do?"

He is an ancient figure who has existed since ancient times. Although he was only a small role in ancient times, he deeply understands what the Immortal represents.

The Supreme Immortal, who understands the way of the Supreme, is also called the Emperor. He is a terrifying existence in the eighth level of the Immortal Secret Realm, only under the Immortal Heavenly King.

Who wouldn't shudder to be targeted by such a terrifying being?

Feng Baiyu said in a deep voice: "That Supreme Immortal should be the big shot in the immortal world behind the Wuji Star Palace. He is trying to refine the Wuji World and send a ray of clones to the lower world to plot something on the Emperor of Heaven. But the more powerful he is, the more powerful he is. The character will be more restricted by the rules of the fairy world, so he will not be able to get out for the time being. But once his clone comes to the human world, I am afraid that the rules of the fairy world will no longer be able to restrain him and he will run rampant in the human world. "

As soon as these words came out, everyone became nervous.

The Eternal Divine Furnace Artifact Spirit was furious: "How can this be unreasonable? What about the Supreme Immortal Emperor? He really thinks that the Eternal Heavenly Monarch is not a show-off? I will report the matter to the Supreme Immortal to look good!"

He left in a hurry, obviously going to communicate with the Eternal Heavenly King of the Immortal Realm.

Taihuang Tianyi looked indignant, clenching and then loosening his fists.

He also wanted to report this matter to the Taiyi Sect in the Immortal Realm, but thinking about Yang Xuanzhen's instructions to him, he never acted on it.

When the others saw the Eternal Divine Furnace Artifact Spirit leaving, they all breathed a long sigh of relief.

The frightened expression also calmed down.

If this matter is known to the Eternal Heavenly Lord, then the Supreme Immortal Emperor in the Immortal Realm will not dare to make a mistake no matter how terrifying he is.

They were just panicked before, but now that they think about it carefully, it seems that Yang Xuanzhen has been very indifferent from beginning to end, not afraid of his coming to the world at all.

What reason do they have to be afraid?
Everyone chatted for a few more words and then dispersed.

Cultivation should be practiced, food and drink should be eaten, and errands should be done.

As for the emperor, if you don't accept it then he won't do it again.

Fang Han returned to his palace.

In the hall, there was a one-armed man dressed in black, with a body like an iron tower, pacing back and forth, seemingly preoccupied.

The man who looks like an iron tower is clearly a real person from the Black Prison.

He has now reached the seventh level of immortality, the realm king realm.

His broken arm still hadn't grown back.

It's not that he doesn't have the ability, it's that he doesn't want to.

Because the broken arm was beheaded by Yang Xuanzhen in the past, it represented the greatest glory in his life.

As long as his arms don't grow for a day, he has bragging rights and proof.

He himself, his father, his wives and concubines, his descendants, and even his servants can all brag about his glorious deeds to everyone.

This is the daily required homework for the Black Prison Master.

He does not want to become an immortal in this life, but only wants to spread his glorious deeds throughout the world.

It is also necessary to spread it to the immortal world and let all immortals know it.

At this moment, the real person in Black Prison has no intention of thinking about this.

He looked anxious, and when he saw Fang Han appear, he didn't even bother to salute, and shouted anxiously: "Immortal Taihan, something is going wrong!"

Fang Han took a step to sit in front of the throne above the main hall and said casually: "You represent my face by doing things for me. How can you act in such a hurry?"

The matter was so important that Master Black Prison couldn't care less about Fang Han's scolding and said anxiously: "Immortal Lord, Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai outside the mountain gate are missing!"

"Oh?"

Fang Han immediately released his spiritual consciousness and swept towards the door of Taiyimen Mountain. Sure enough, as the Black Prison Master said, Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai, who were originally imprisoned there, disappeared.

I don’t even know where the dog cage went.

He couldn't help but frown.

Yang Xuanzhen has never paid attention to Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai since he threw them outside the mountain gate last time.

Fang Han took it seriously, and occasionally cast his gaze outside the mountain gate to check every move of the two people in the dog cage, hoping to see if they would do the unspeakable thing in order to restore their cultivation.

Unfortunately, Fang Han had been observing for many days and still couldn't see the picture he wanted to see, and he couldn't help but be disappointed.

He simply left the matter to the Black Prison Master who stood outside the mountain gate like a watchman's stone. Once someone came in or out of Taiyi Gate, he would brag about himself and let him monitor the movements of Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai.

At that time, the Black Prison Master was patting his chest and promising that he would definitely make Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai give in within three days and do the reluctant thing voluntarily.

And they also need to use a photo stone to record the wonderful moments of the two of them and hand them over to Fang Han for viewing.

Unexpectedly, only two days had passed before Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai disappeared.

How on earth does this real person in the dark prison do things?
"Immortal Lord, please calm down. Here's the thing. In fact, I didn't live up to your expectations, but something unexpected happened later. Please see..."

Feeling Fang Han's unkind gaze, Master Black Prison trembled, and quickly took out a palm-sized round transparent jade from his arms, and quickly stepped forward to present it to Fang Han.

This thing is the shadow stone.

Fang Han had no intention of blaming the Black Prison Master anymore.

The cultivation levels of Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai were sealed by him personally, and they were reinforced by Yang Xuanzhen and planted with restrictions. It is not that simple to escape, and it is not something that the Black Prison Master can stop.

With a move of his hand, the transparent jade flew over, suspended in front of him, injected with a ray of mana, and dynamic images began to appear on it.

The picture shows a dark and windy night.

The Black Prison Master was hiding in a dark corner, his eyes flashing with evil light, staring directly at Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai in the dog cage.

"Jie Jie, these two dogs are just mortals now, so they have to eat. Just as I thought, Hua Tiandu finally took the dog hesan that I carefully prepared and mixed with food. It's true. So Meng Shaobai doesn't want to eat? But it's enough, Hua Tian can't help it."

In the dark corner, the real person from the Black Prison was holding a photo stone, with a sinister and sinister smile on his lips.

The real person from Hell on the photo stone disappeared.

The scene turned and came to the inside of the dog cage.

It was already late at night, Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai had no cultivation base, and seemed to be sleeping.

But in the darkness, Hua Tiandu suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, his eyes crazy and fierce, staring at Meng Shaobai...

Meng Shaobai shed two tears of humiliation...

Omit the three crosses here...

Finished.

The emotion on Hua Tiandu's face still hadn't faded away, so he anxiously checked his own cultivation.

He returned to the first level of his physical body.

Yang Xuanzhen did not lie to him. As long as he practiced with Meng Shaobai, he could recover his cultivation level.

But his current level of physical cultivation is far away from his former immortal cultivation. When will he be able to fully recover?
Thinking of this, Hua Tiandu stared at Meng Shaobai with an evil light in his eyes again.

Fang Han became more serious when he saw this.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

On the shadow stone, an unobservable mysterious force that even Fang Han couldn't detect descended on Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai.

Then the two disappeared.

The picture on the recording stone also stopped abruptly.

Fang Han's frown deepened.

He pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "You are not to blame for this matter. Just step back and I will handle it myself."

"Thank you, Immortal Lord."

The tense heartstrings of Master Black Prison relaxed, and he bowed and retreated.

Fang Han looked at the scene on the recording stone again, but still had no clue, so he left the hall.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived in the Hall of Disaster and told Yang Xuanzhen about the mysterious disappearance of Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai.

Yang Xuanzhen only said that he would handle it personally and told Fang Han not to worry about it before sending him away.

"Are they Immortal King Creation and the others?"

Yang Xuanzhen's eyes showed a strange color, which quickly subsided.

........................

Fang Han was walking on the avenue of the Eternal Temple, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

The cultivation level of my eldest brother can only be described as unfathomable. He is invincible in all the heavens and worlds. How could it be possible that Hua Tiandu and Meng Shaobai, two small fry, disappear under my eldest brother's nose?
It doesn't make sense at all.

"Is it the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm who is behind this?" Fang Han secretly guessed.

"uncle."

A familiar voice sounded behind Fang Han, interrupting his contemplation.

He turned around.

The person in front of me is Ying Tianqing.

"Uncle, can you lend me a moment to speak?" Ying Tianqing looked around and said.

Fang Han greeted: "Then come and sit at my place."

The two of them soon arrived at Fang Han's palace and sat down respectively as guest and host.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Tianqing, what's the matter with you, so mysterious?"

There was a tangled look in Ying Tianqing's eyes, and she said with admiration and envy: "Uncle, what kind of magical power are you cultivating, and why are you so powerful? Among all the worlds, apart from your foster father, your uncle is undoubtedly the number one ”

The smile on Fang Han's face became warmer: "Tianqing, my strength is far from the number one. Taoist Xuan Ming is comparable to a half-step golden immortal, much stronger than me. Please don't talk nonsense in the future."

He paused and then said: "The magical powers that I major in are the Thirty-Three Heavenly Creation Divine Fist and a small fate technique. As for the Seven Judgment Styles, the Origin Divine Fist, the Dragons' Headless Immortal Technique... and other great techniques, the door There are them in the Chuan Gong Pavilion."

Ying Tianqing, the nephew, has always been very honest and does not fight or grab. He will accept whatever Yang Xuanzhen gives him.

Fang Han quite recognized him.

Since the other party asked, there was no need to hide it.

He just thought that Ying Tianqing saw that he was powerful in battle and wanted to learn his magical powers.

The Thirty-three-day Divine Fist of Creation is just a repayment, but it is not impossible to teach it to Ying Tianqing.

However, the little destiny technique Ying Tianqing cannot be practiced.

"The Divine Fist of Creation and the Little Fate Technique." Ying Tianqing seemed to be thinking about something.

Fang Han was about to speak.

Ying Tianqing asked again: "Uncle, have you cultivated more powerful magical powers?"

Fang Han asked strangely: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Uncle, has he learned his adoptive father's magical powers?" Ying Tianqing's tone was low, but earth-shattering.

(End of this chapter)