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

There stood a man on the huge and sacred temple at the end of the crimson plane. This man was none other than Ying Xiantian, the great demon emperor from the Xuanhuang world back then.

Ying Tianxian stood tall with his arms hanging naturally and his eyes closed, in the very center of the ancient temple. His whole body was wrapped in the milky white holy light emanating from the temple. The holy light was filled with flying inscriptions of the gods and flowing sacred poems, vast and majestic, which slowly poured into Ying Tianxian's body and combined with each other, making him look like a central deity.

Boom!

The power in Ying Xiantian's body increased rapidly and reached the critical point, triggering the great calamity of the Heavenly Monarch. Endless thunderclouds gathered in the sky above his head, rolling like tides, causing the entire crimson plane to shake.

The more Yu Huang looked, the colder his eyes became. He bowed to Yang Xuanzhen and said, "That man was the master of the Holy Hall in his previous life. He took advantage of the time when the Supreme Master killed many masters of the Yuanshi Demon Sect to sneak into the Holy Hall and combine with his own body in his previous life. Now he wants to use the power of the Holy Hall to be promoted to the Heavenly Sovereign, and even control the entire Holy Hall. He deserves death! Supreme Master, I also want to use the power of the Holy Hall to be promoted to the Heavenly Sovereign, and then thwart his ambition!"

In his previous life, both he and Ying Xiantian were top figures in the Ancient Holy Temple. They seemed to have a strange connection with each other, which enabled him to recognize Ying Xiantian's identity in an instant.

However, the relationship between the two parties in their previous lives was similar to that between the Spear of Judgment in Heaven and Emperor Xi. They did not have a very deep friendship, but rather cooperated with each other, nothing more.

Therefore, after Yu Huang finished speaking, he immediately used all his strength to activate the Bible of Faith that he had practiced for many years, and condensed it into a huge book above his head, which slowly rotated.

In an instant, the power of the temple in the distance was aroused by Yu Huang, and the corpse of a man who looked quite similar to Yu Huang flew over, along with the sacred poems, inscriptions of the gods, and milky white majestic holy power, all poured into Yu Huang's body.

Boom!

The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder roared, covering the nine heavens and ten earths. The great calamity of Yu Huang's Heavenly Lord also arrived.

"Disperse."

Yang Xuanzhen waved his sleeves, and no strange phenomenon appeared. The dark clouds above Yu Huang's head dissipated, allowing him to be promoted to the realm of Heavenly Monarch without any ripples.

"After two lifetimes as a human, I finally became a Heavenly Sovereign again."

Yu Huang sighed with a complicated expression, then his face became serious and he prepared to fly towards the ancient temple ahead.

His life form changed, and he completely awakened the true memory of the ancient Lord of Arbitration, and was able to easily control the ancient temple.

Even if Ying Xiantian is the reincarnation of the Lord of the Holy Temple and has not yet achieved the status of Heavenly Sovereign, he can never compete with him for the control of the ancient holy temple.

The gap between the Heavenly Sovereign and the Emperor is simply too big.

"Let's take a look first and then talk."

Yang Xuanzhen waved his hand, with a strange smile in his eyes.

Although Yu Huang was surprised as to why he wanted to stop him, he did not dare to ask more questions. He stopped and stood quietly aside.

time flies.

Under Yang Xuanzhen's unremitting smelting efforts, the Ship of Sin finally melted slowly in the holy fire.

This divine object in the heavens is not weak. Although it is not as good as the Sky Burial Coffin and other items, it is much more powerful than the Spring and Autumn History Pen.

However, it had not been able to display much power before in the hands of the Blood River Lord and the Yuanshi Demon Sect's group of weaklings, and was naturally unable to fight against Yang Xuanzhen, who was comparable to the Nine Era Heavenly Monarch.

Now, as soon as this thing was refined by Yang Xuanzhen, it immediately poured out life essence like a tide, which was many times more than the essence transformed by the Lord of the Fire Realm, the Lord of the Soup Realm, the Lord of Spring and Autumn... and others, and all of it was injected into Yang Xuanzhen's body.

Crackling!

One by one, the Yuanxiangs woke up.

Twenty-nine billion and fifty million.

Three billion!
As the Ship of Sin was completely melted and absorbed, the number of Yuan Xiang in Yang Xuanzhen's body finally exceeded 3 billion and reached 3.1 billion.

Moreover, each particle is like the sun or the full moon, illuminating the universe, like mercury leaking on the ground, and each particle is round.

The power of 3.1 billion Yuanxiang!

Yang Xuanzhen's strength reached a new level, comparable to a Heavenly Lord who had cultivated for ten epochs. He completely surpassed the Five Heavenly Lords and the Heavenly Lord of Chaos in Heaven, and was on par with a behemoth like the Lord of the Dharma Realm.

At this moment, he was truly standing at the top of the world. Except for the masters in the upper world, there were very few people in this vast fairy world and all the heavens and worlds who could compete with him.

However, Yang Xuanzhen still has not been promoted to the Heavenly Monarch realm.

He felt that he was still a long way from becoming a Heavenly Monarch. At least he had to awaken all 8.1 billion Yuanxiang in his body before he could pass that important hurdle.

At that time, one will have entered the next stage of the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power. The particles in the body will split again, splitting all the time, turning into the embryonic world of Hell, reaching an endless level, which is considered to be a great success.

"When I enter the realm of Heavenly Monarch, perhaps a particle in my body will be comparable to an Immortal King." Yang Xuanzhen thought to himself, and was quite looking forward to his future.

"Congratulations to the Supreme Master for his great progress!"

Yu Huang loudly congratulated, and then hurriedly asked: "Master Supreme, that person has already survived the Heavenly Monarch Tribulation and started to control the Holy Hall. Why don't we take action?"

Yang Xuanzhen did not answer, but looked at Yu Huang, smiling and saying: "Are you interested in the Ancient Holy Temple?"

Yu Huang's heart trembled, cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and he hurriedly said firmly: "How dare I have such a thought? As the saying goes, the gods of heaven and earth belong to those with virtue. I have no virtue, and the Holy Hall is just a burden to me. Only people like the Supreme Master who are both virtuous and talented can be the true masters of the Holy Hall, embracing all the heavens in one! If necessary, I can even sacrifice my life and become a cornerstone for the Supreme Master to reach the top!"

"Haha, very good. I am very pleased that you have such awareness."

Yang Xuanzhen laughed heartily, seeming to appreciate Yu Huang's attitude. He patted Yu Huang on the shoulder and said amiably, "It seems that I will have to give you more responsibilities after we return to the sect."

"Thank you, Master Supreme!"

Yu Huang was overjoyed and knelt on one knee to salute.

As he had been the headmaster of the Yuhua Sect, he naturally knew what "adding to the burden" meant, and he would occasionally say similar things to disciples he valued.

Now that it came from Yang Xuanzhen's mouth, it meant that he had entered the core circle of Taiyi Sect and was receiving special attention. There was also a place for him in the future Immortal King.

The throne of the Immortal King is in sight!
Yu Huang really wanted to let out three long roars to the sky.

Rumble!
At this moment, the ancient temple in the distance suddenly shook violently, and the light on it became stronger and stronger, but kept shrinking. When it shrank to the size of a fist, the brilliance of the holy light even melted the crystal wall system of the entire crimson plane, and pierced through the infinite planes of the outside world, illuminating most of the bottomless abyss, and expelling the darkness and evil spirits that lingered all year round.

The bottomless abyss seemed to have turned into a paradise on earth.

"receive!"

Ying Xiantian shouted loudly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the ancient holy temple in his hand.

At this moment, he seemed to no longer be the Xiantian Emperor of the past, but had once again become the master of the holy temple, standing at the pinnacle of the fairy world. His every move was filled with a great power that made people submit.

“Although this person has not recovered his previous life’s cultivation, he has taken control of the Holy Hall. I’m afraid he is no less powerful than the five great Lords of Heaven?” Yu Huang looked at Ying Xiantian with some fear in his eyes.

Whoosh!
After Ying Xiantian collected the Ancient Holy Temple, he rushed in this direction. "What do you want to do? Are you looking for death?" Yu Huang became alert, staring at Ying Xiantian and questioning him coldly.

But the next moment, Ying Xiantian did something that surprised him.

Before Ying Xiantian could rush to Yang Xuanzhen, his knees went weak and he fell to his knees in the air.

Then he slid to Yang Xuanzhen on his knees, lowered his head respectfully, and presented the ancient holy hall that had transformed into the size of a fist to Yang Xuanzhen, shouting: "Ying Xiantian pays homage to Taixuan Tiandi, and asks Tiandi to accept me as his adopted son for the sake of this treasure!"

"This"

Yu Huang was dumbfounded.

………………

After Yang Xuanzhen took the ancient temple, he took Yu Huang and left the crimson plane, heading deeper into the bottomless abyss.

Until this moment, Yu Huang was still in a daze about what had just happened, and his heart was filled with great confusion.

As far as he knew, Yang Xuanzhen had an adopted son named Ying Tianqing, whose biological father was named Ying Xiantian, who was the reincarnation of the Lord of the Holy Hall just now.

Now both the father and the son have become Yang Xuanzhen’s adopted sons. Isn’t this too... ridiculous?
When Ying Tianqing and Ying Xiantian meet in the future, how should they address each other?

And according to the principle of first come first served, Ying Tianqing is the elder and Ying Xiantian is the younger, so Ying Xiantian should call Ying Tianqing "big brother"?

But that is Ying Tianqing’s biological father…

Yu Huang felt his mind was a little confused.

Yang Xuanzhen in front did not speak either, his eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"I sent Ying Tianqing away, and here comes another Ying Xiantian. Is this the work of the Immortal King of Creation?"

As his practice of the Wheel of Destiny became more and more advanced, Yang Xuanzhen's grasp of destiny was far beyond what it used to be.

He saw that Ying Xiantian's destiny had been completely distorted and its trajectory had changed drastically, making it impossible for him to see through it.

He suspected that it was related to the Immortal King of Creation.

The Immortal King of Creation still has evil intentions towards the Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Power.

However, although the Immortal King of Creation was trapped on the threshold of the Gate of Eternal Life, he could sense Hua Tiandu's growth rate and his repeated failures based on his cultivation level. So why bother sending Ying Xiantian here?
This method seems to be a bit of a last resort, and is very inconsistent with the image of the shrewd and scheming Immortal King of Creation in Yang Xuanzhen's eyes.

And after he used the Wheel of Fortune to calculate, he faintly smelled a hint of Hongmeng in it.

Is this matter related to Taoist Hongmeng again?

After several calculations, Yang Xuanzhen finally found a clue and the eternal shadow of the Gate of Immortality was projected on the Wheel of Fortune.

There is a shadow in front of the door of eternal life.

The shadow was an old Taoist priest, sitting cross-legged with boundless power, as if he could wipe out the entire fairyland and annihilate all the heavens and worlds with a snap of his fingers.

"Master Hongmeng. He is sitting in front of the Gate of Immortality again. What is he doing? Could it be that he is helping me to resolve the various means that the Immortal King of Creation has infiltrated from the threshold of the Gate of Immortality?" Yang Xuanzhen seemed to be thinking.

"Master Supreme, there are so many Abyss Hearts here!" Yu Huang's surprised voice suddenly sounded.

Yang Xuanzhen followed Yu Huang's gaze and sure enough, wherever his eyes reached, the abyss aura became thicker and there were more abyss hearts, denser than the sun, moon and stars in the universe.

One of the Abyss Hearts in particular was a billion times larger than the one he had obtained when he obtained the Skin of God. It emitted wave after wave of strong Abyss Aura and had almost materialized.

"nice one."

Yang Xuanzhen stretched out his big hand and reached directly into the heart of the huge abyss. Suddenly, many divine objects were grabbed out by him.

The most eye-catching one is a huge skin of God.

This piece of skin of God is completely incomparable to the one Yang Xuanzhen obtained last time. It is like the difference between an emperor and a beggar. On the skin stands a phantom evolved from God, tall and majestic, without a face, looking down at the world and twisting the heavens.

Yang Xuanzhen directly put the piece of skin into his sleeve and refined it, and awakened another 10 million Yuanxiang, and his strength improved a lot.

After this, based on his own cultivation, even the Lord of the Dharma Realm might not be his match.

"Haha, let's go."

Yang Xuanzhen was in a very happy mood and sped up the process of collecting the Heart of the Abyss. He was like a huge magnet, and the divine objects inside the Heart of the Abyss were made of steel, which he absorbed and refined.

His magical powers are becoming stronger and stronger.

At the same time, following the memory guidance obtained from the incarnation of the Lord of the Dharma Realm, they moved faster towards the bottom of the abyss.

"Is the Despair Plains plane ahead? Such a strong aura."

After crossing through countless dimensions, Yang Xuanzhen suddenly stopped and looked forward.

In the distance of the infinite abyss, there was an extremely huge plane looming.

This plane is billions of times larger than the crimson plane. It is desolate and without any life or plants. There is only endless loess, yellow mountains, and barren land.

Especially the yellow soil on the ground. It was not ordinary land. It seemed to be the land of despair left by some peerless demon. It would never produce any vitality. It could instantly take away the essence of all living things and turn it into power from deep in the land, causing people to completely degenerate.

Yang Xuanzhen had a feeling that even with his strength, he could not destroy this plane.

This is not a place where the Heavenly Monarch should come at all.

Even the heart of the abyss in this area is countless times more powerful and larger than those previous places.

However, there are no divine objects inside these abyss hearts. There are only large empty holes on them, and the things inside have been plundered.

Yu Huang sighed and said, "These divine objects in the heart of the abyss must have been taken away by Thunder Emperor Tianjun and the Lord of the Dharma Realm. There are so many divine objects, it's really abominable!"

"It doesn't matter. When they die, all the sacred objects will be mine."

Yang Xuanzhen said casually, and with a move of his body, he brought Yu Huang down to the Plains of Despair.

Boom!

Yang Xuanzhen had just entered the Despair Plain when he saw a huge hand of thunder with the strongest killing power suddenly grabbing from the depths of the barren land of the Despair Plain. (End of this chapter)