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

"No...you want to kill me...whatever you want...I'll give it to you..." Wu Chang was pinched in Yang Xuanzhen's hand, his face turned gray, a hoarse voice came from his throat, his eyes protruded high from the sockets, and his eyelids turned white. A dying fish lying limply on the beach and exposed to the sun, he no longer has half of the charm he once had as a divine prison warrior.

Under Yang Xuanzhen's despotic power, Wu Chang was at the end of his rope. He was even more frightened by the nine moves of God's Hand that exploded with eighty-one times the combat power, making him doubt his life.

Yang Xuanzhen, a terrifying existence like the king of immortals, was definitely not something he could resist.

Impermanence is completely despairing.

"die."

Yang Xuanzhen looked indifferent and was about to crush Wu Chang and refine it.

At this moment, a clear and sweet voice came from outside the formation: "Brother Yang, Wu Chang is the most wanted criminal on the wanted list in Heaven. If you take his head to Heaven to verify his identity, you can get a reward." ”

The person who spoke was Han Jianxue, who had arrived late.

Xu Muyun and Bi Yuer were also on both sides of her.

Liu Chen and Liu Xi, brother and sister, were also there, both looking blankly from outside the formation to inside, sometimes looking at Yang Xuanzhen, sometimes looking at Wu Chang who was being pinched by big hands, and so on, like two geese shaking their heads.

"This Senior Brother Yang can even suppress Wuchang. His strength is probably not weaker than Senior Brothers Zhao Fenghua, Wan Xianlong... and others. He can even be compared to the giants among the Saint Sons who are the reincarnations of the five emperors, right?"

"Senior Brother Yang may also be the reincarnation of an emperor!"

The Liu brothers and sisters were very excited.

Only now did they understand that the two of them had warned Yang Xuanzhen not to go in outside the palace, and how stupid they had been to warn him about the horrors of impermanence.

How could these two young core disciples predict the strength of Senior Brother Yang?

"What kind of treasure is the bounty offered by Heaven?" Yang Xuanzhen raised his head and asked Han Jianxue who was outside his eyes.

If the treasure in the bounty is too bad, he won't bother to waste time to get it.

Han Jianxue said quickly: "The reward is a king-level spiritual vein."

"Only one?" Yang Xuanzhen's tone was full of disgust, leaving Han Jianxue and everyone speechless for a while.

In fact, a king-level spiritual vein is a coveted treasure for them. If all is consumed, at least hundreds of ordinary Daluo Golden Immortals can achieve the realm of ancestral immortals.

But for Yang Xuanzhen who went to heaven to receive the reward of the king-level spiritual vein, it was nothing.

Because once he walks out of the tomb of Oniwu Shengjun, he must have cultivated into a heavenly immortal, and his strength is comparable to that of a Yuanxian at the sixth level of the Immortal Secret Realm.

If Yuan Xian wants to improve his strength again, or even advance to a higher realm, and become a semi-saint, it is far from as simple as having one, or even dozens of king-level spiritual veins.

Moreover, Heavenly Court is too petty.

According to Yang Xuanzhen's knowledge, among the 100,000 states ruled by Heavenly Court, there are countless king-level spiritual veins.

But of this precious resource, one Heavenly Court alone occupies 50% of it, and the major celestial monarchs and the top powers with the Supreme Immortal Emperor occupying 40%.

The remaining 10% is controlled by many king-level forces with saints and immortals at their disposal.

As for the small forces that are not even saints, they are not qualified to obtain king-level spiritual veins, and they can't even take a sip of the soup. They can only get some rewards of kingly aura by chance, or by relying on those big forces.

From this, one can imagine how huge a number of king-level spiritual veins the Heavenly Court, which occupies 50% of the resources, should have?
There are simply too many.

But there was an Impermanence wanted in Heaven, and he was still the most wanted criminal, and the bounty was only a mere king-level spiritual vein, not even a drop in the bucket.

Isn't this stingy?
"Just one."

Yang Xuanzhen shook his head, and regardless of Wu Chang's pleading, he crushed his body to pieces and annihilated his soul, leaving only a dead head.

With a move of his hand, a fragmented picture made up of several fragments appeared in front of him. On the picture was a statue of a god made of intertwined avenues, resembling the Emperor of All Gods.

However, there is a missing piece in the center of the figure, as if it had been poached by life, turning it into a fragmented picture.

This fragment of the picture is famous because it is the Oniwu Holy Picture that King Oniwu condensed before his death. It was later broken into pieces by many emperors in heaven and scattered throughout the world.

The core of the remaining map is said to be within the tomb of Oniwu Sage.

"Impermanence seems to have betrayed Heavenly Court because of the Ghost Martial Saint Picture. However, the core of this picture is missing, resulting in an incomplete path and a great loss of power, leaving less than 10%. Otherwise, this picture can be compared to a king-grade immortal weapon. Impermanence activates it. I can't take him down."

Yang Xuanzhen looked at it for a while, put the painting of Guiwu Saint into his sleeve, and threw Wuchang's head out of the formation, and ordered: "Junior sister Han, after the visit to Guiwu Saint's tomb is completed, you can use Wuchang's head to go to the tomb of Lord Guiwu for me. Receive rewards in heaven.”

After saying that, he explored with his big hand, and his palm expanded infinitely, expanded, and expanded again, like a tyrant with no boundaries, covering the universe, covering the world, and grabbed the king-level spiritual veins like a mythical dragon in the eye of the formation.

"Quickly retreat, Senior Brother Yang wants to collect the king-level spiritual veins!"

"According to rumors, the king-level spiritual veins are connected to the energy of the nine heavens and the true energy of the earth. It is so heavy that at least dozens of ancestors and immortals must join forces to set up a large formation to move it. Can Senior Brother Yang shake it?"

The moment Yang Xuanzhen caught the king's spiritual veins, the hall was shaking. Everyone outside the formation flew back and sighed in their hearts, feeling that they were about to witness a miracle.

Everyone was a little nervous again.

What if Yang Xuanzhen fails to collect the king-level spiritual veins?
How could Yang Xuanzhen fail?

Boom!

Unparalleled holy light erupted from his big hands, and the palm lines intertwined with the king's spiritual veins like a torrent of destiny, tightly binding and compressing them.

Buzz!
The king-level spiritual veins whined as if they were alive, and kept shrinking in an instant, finally turning into a thumb-sized dragon, swimming in Yang Xuanzhen's palm.

"Senior Brother Yang succeeded!"

Han Jianxue and others outside the formation couldn't help but exclaimed and cheered.

"Don't act rashly here, wait for me to come back." Yang Xuanzhen flew out of the formation, left a message to everyone, and disappeared into the hall.

There is also a passage deep in the hall, which leads to other formations.

Yang Xuanzhen has sensed that Tianfei Wumo is not far away.

He had to go meet this woman for a while and do some errands.

He spread his wings of freedom and shuttled quickly through the passage.

At the same time, he integrated the newly obtained king-level spiritual veins into his body and smelted it in the furnace of heaven and earth.

When he was refining the king-level spiritual vein given by the sect on the holy peak, he was only in the virtual immortal realm.

Now he is a true immortal, and the speed of refining king-level spiritual veins is completely different from before.

It's incredibly fast.

Blah blah blah!

Large areas of vitality on the king-level spiritual veins melted away and turned into majestic life essence, which was injected into the bodies of ancient giant elephants one after another. One million...five million...ten million...a large number of giant elephants are transformed into dragon elephants every moment.

Yang Xuanzhen's cultivation level skyrocketed.

While he was practicing, he spread his spiritual thoughts out and had a panoramic view of several palaces in the deepest part of Oniwu Shengjun's tomb.

Then he saw that at the end of the passage ahead, there was a large hall wrapped in countless white hairs.

Not only this main hall, but also the other seven connected main halls in the deepest part are also airtightly wrapped in white hair.

Yang Xuanzhen opened his eyes of domination, and his gaze penetrated the white hair and reached the interior of the hall. At a glance, he saw a person with white hair like snow, a graceful figure, a sacred and inviolable face, and a temperament like a bright lamp in the eternal night, showing civilization. A peerless beauty with the aura of , enlightenment, righteousness, etc. stands in the void.

It is Tianfei Umo.

The woman was holding a broken picture between her fingers. The surface of the picture was bright red like blood. The body of the picture kept squirming. It seemed to contain powerful vitality, as if it was a heart pulled out of the chest of a powerful being.

Yang Xuanzhen knew that it was the most critical core fragment of the Oniwu Holy Picture.

Without the core fragment in the hands of Tianfei Wumo, the Oniwu Sacred Picture he obtained from Wu Chang would be of little use.

Tianfei Wumo was quietly looking at the broken picture in her hand, as if she was recalling and thinking about something, and sighed: "Back then, Oniwu wanted to be promoted to Tianjun, but it was a pity that Makino robbed him of the key luck. Things are difficult in this world. Material...huh?”

Halfway through her words, she suddenly noticed Yang Xuanzhen's prying eyes, turned her head suddenly, and looked at him: "It's you again!"

There was murderous intention in her cold eyes, and there was also an inexplicable emotion, which seemed to be disgust and hatred, but also expectation...in short, it was complicated and difficult to understand.

"Tianfei, you are well." With a faint smile on his lips, Yang Xuanzhen flashed his wings of freedom and headed straight towards the main hall covered with white hair.

He could see that the Heavenly Concubine Wu Mo here was still just a clone of her. Her strength was only equal to that of the ancestors. She was much stronger than Wu Chang, but she was no longer comparable to him now.

He can easily take care of the opponent.

In fact, Yang Xuanzhen couldn't understand why this woman was an immortal being at the level of a heavenly king, with an extraordinary status among the gods, and was known as the future enlightenment saint king. Why did she always use her avatar to cause trouble?

Forget about using the clone, the clone is still pitifully weak and is killed repeatedly, so what’s the point?

Does this woman have any special hobbies?
Yang Xuanzhen couldn't figure it out for the moment and didn't bother to care.

He only knew that he was determined to win the core Oniwu residual map in the hands of Tianfei Wumo, and the other eight king-level spiritual veins in the eyes of the tomb array could not give in.

"You are seeking death and destroying the Tao!"

Seeing that Yang Xuanzhen ignored the forbidden laws she arranged outside the palace, rushed directly into the palace, came to her, and reached out to press her head with his hands as if he was familiar with the way, as if he wanted to press her head under him, Tianfei Wumo suddenly Old and new hatreds welled up in his heart, and two terrifying murderous intentions shot out from his eyes.

Swish!
The murderous intention turned into two beams of light, as if two scorching suns fell from the sky, or as if the avenue suspended in the void stopped its eternal movement and suddenly exploded, killing Yang Xuanzhen and annihilating the fairy world.

She seemed to have put all her strength into this move.

But there was no trace of fireworks, and the three thousand white hairs were gathered together, like white clouds, like running water, like clouds, floating here and there, free and easy, extremely elegant, like the mother of gods, transcending everything.

"Haha, in front of me, no matter how much you resist, it's useless. Destiny is like a knife!"

Yang Xuanzhen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took a step forward, aimed at Tianfei Wumo, raised his other palm and made a slash, using the common people as a knife and all things as a blade, all tangible and intangible existences in the world are under the blade. The prey is irresistible and doomed.

puff!

The light of the sword suddenly appeared, and an indescribable force of fate descended, annihilating Tianfei Wumo's offensive.

At the same time, Yang Xuanzhen's other hand also fell on Tian Fei Wu Mo's head, and pressed her hard, pushing her down...

"Hmm...it's the power of fate again, what kind of magical power do you have..." Tianfei Wumo struggled wildly, spitting out slurred sounds, as if she was blocked by something, making it difficult to speak.

"I will tell you later..." Yang Xuanzhen stood upright, overlooking Tianfei Wumo, and said with a half-smile.

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

Yang Xuanzhen was alone in the palace.

Torrents of red copper rushed out from his body, taking root in the eight king-level spiritual veins in each hall, absorbing vitality to refine and practice with all his strength.

The power of 780 million ancient dragon elephants.

The power of eight hundred million dragons and elephants.

In less than a moment, he refined sixty-seven out of ten of the eight king-level spiritual veins, completing the 840 million ancient dragon elephants in his body.

His divine image's power to suppress prisons has reached a level that no one can fathom.

He also finally entered the first level of the Immortal Secret Realm, the Celestial Immortal.

The magic power in his body, all over his body, has undergone earth-shaking changes. Every inch of flesh and blood contains immortal divinity, and the blood is even more pure and majestic to an incredible level.

Compared with his current blood, his previous blood was simply pig blood or dog blood, not worth mentioning.

"Refine them all for me."

Yang Xuanzhen was shocked, and the torrents of red copper around his body were roaring. He sucked in all the eight king-level spiritual veins in one go.

Boom!

A large number of dragon elephants in his body suddenly began to change and turned into Yuan Xiang, entering the third stage of the divine elephant's prison-suppressing power.

The dragon elephant has scales all over its body and has horns on its head, resembling a dragon and an elephant.

But once it transformed into a Yuan Xiang, it was completely different. The scales receded, the horns on the top of its head melted, and it once again transformed into a pure elephant appearance.

However, this elephant is covered with ancient totems, which has a sense of strength and beauty. The words on the ancient totems record the vicissitudes of history, the changes in the ancient times, and the dust-laden history in the long river of time.

A strange phenomenon appeared above the head of the Yuan Xiang. A statue of yin and yang fish in the Tai Chi diagram was coiled, exuding a simple brilliance and illuminating the main hall, as if an ancient innate central god stood tall.

This is the symbol of Yuan Xiang, which represents the origin of all things.

Yuan is the symbol of the center.

Yuanxiang is the central image, located in the center and the source of all things. It is not only invincible in power, but also carries the unparalleled vicissitudes of law and the countercurrent of time.

At this moment, one million of the 840 million dragon elephants have become Yuan Xiang.

Yang Xuanzhen's body became more and more majestic, and with every move he made, he had the aura to conquer all the wastelands, shake the ancient times, and tear apart the great states of the Immortal Realm.

But he didn't feel too much about his power. Instead, he took a deep breath and sunk his mind into the deepest part of his mind to observe the image that the villain condensed last time.

That image represents the other third of the divine elephant's prison-suppressing power, the supreme fighting method in the future!

(End of this chapter)