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

"Cooperate with me? What can we cooperate on? You should release the Holy King of the End and find someone else to cooperate with." Yang Xuanzhen seemed to have no interest in the cooperation proposed by the Holy King of the Ancestor.

Although he and the Ancestral Saint King had never met before, they had a deep hatred for each other because of the invasion of the Gods into the Xuanhuang World. Now, not only did this person not want to kill him for revenge, but he even said that he wanted to discuss cooperation with him?

What's the point?
It's nothing more than a word of profit.

For an existence at the level of Immortal King like the First Saint King, the entire God Clan, and even outstanding descendants like the End Saint King, can be abandoned at any time in the face of interests. The way to immortality is his eternal pursuit.

The three incarnations of the Ancestral Saint Kings kept smiling: "Why are you in such a hurry to refuse? First listen to me talk about your difficult situation, and then it won't be too late to consider whether to cooperate with me."

Yang Xuanzhen raised his eyebrows: "Oh? My situation is very difficult? How come I don't know it myself."

The smile on the face of the First Saint King grew wider: "You are in the light, and the enemy is in the dark. You naturally don't know many things about the enemy."

Yang Xuanzhen asked, "Are you talking about the Immortal King of Creation?"

The Saint Ancestor nodded first, then shook his head: "Your enemies are more than just the Immortal King of Creation. Since your rise, you have destroyed the Holy Land of Truth, the Origin Dynasty, the Tianyi Mother Church, the Demon Realm and other large and small forces, and plundered everything from these forces. This is equivalent to offending the Immortal King of Truth, the Immortal King of Origin, the Mythology Old Man, and the Primordial Demon Lord at the same time..."

Yang Xuanzhen waved his hand to interrupt: "Okay, let's get to the point."

The Saint Ancestor said bluntly: "The point is that although the many Immortal Kings you have offended are trapped in the Gate of Eternal Life, they will take advantage of the great destruction of the world in this era and the burst of the ejection force from the Gate of Eternal Life to escape. When the many Immortal Kings come out, the first person they will kill will be you. Especially the Primordial Demon Lord and the Immortal King of Creation are both the pinnacle of the Immortal Kings. No one in the heavens can be their opponent. Now you understand how serious your situation is, right?"

Yang Xuanzhen didn't seem to be worried at all, and said seriously: "So many Immortal Kings came out to kill me, the situation is indeed not optimistic. But what does this have to do with you talking to me about cooperation? Do you want to submit to me, become a general under my command, and help me resist so many Immortal Kings? If you insist on doing so, I can reluctantly accept you as my subordinate."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the three incarnations of the Ancestral Holy Kings suddenly became gloomy.

Yang Xuanzhen was really too bold. He was so ignorant of his own limitations and clearly didn't take him seriously.

If he had been like this before, Yang Xuanzhen would have died a thousand times. How could he still be standing here peacefully?

But he did not get angry. Instead, he restrained his expression and patiently explained, "You misunderstood. I am not trying to join you. What I want is for you and I to join forces and form an alliance to fight against those Immortal Kings who want to harm you."

"Just you?"

Yang Xuanzhen shook his head and laughed, "Saint Ancestor King, it's not that I, Yang, look down on you. Although your cultivation is considered outstanding among the Immortal Kings, you are far from being able to join forces with me to deal with the Immortal King of Creation and the Primordial Demon Lord and others. Once a war breaks out between me and them, you won't be able to withstand even the aftermath."

"What did you say!"

The eyes of the three incarnations of the Ancestral Holy Kings suddenly turned cold. They never expected that Yang Xuanzhen would say such a thing.

He had traveled across the heaven and earth for twenty chaotic epochs, cut down the World Tree that was comparable to that of an Immortal King, and repeatedly competed with Hongmeng Taoist, the number one master in the lower realm. Almost any Heavenly Lord, including 70% to 80% of the Immortal Kings, had to be respectful when seeing him. When had he ever met someone who was so disrespectful to him?
This Yang Xuan is really too arrogant, too conceited, and too ungrateful.

Even the Holy King of the End, who was listening to their conversation, got goose bumps from Yang Xuanzhen's words.

This is probably the first time in history that the Heavenly Sovereign has belittled an Immortal King in person.

Yang Xuanzhen admired the ugly expression on the face of the First Saint King, took a step forward, and said with a smile: "Why, you want to fight me and not talk about cooperation?"

The First Saint King took a deep breath and said with a cold face: "I will not argue with you, but explain a fact to you. This era change is the 3,000th time, and it is also the most critical one. The treasures ejected from the Gate of Immortality are the most numerous and the strongest. There are even divine objects that are millions of times more powerful than the Three-Life Stone. If you miss them, you will never be able to seek the way to immortality again. I believe you are very clear about the relationship between them. And the reason why I want to cooperate with you is a good thing for mutual benefit. As long as we join forces when the great destruction of heaven and earth is coming and the Gate of Immortality is about to eject divine objects, we can block the way out for the Immortal King of Creation and the Primordial Demon Lord and others, and they can be imprisoned in it forever. Then you and I will collect the divine objects ejected from the Gate of Immortality together to improve our cultivation."

"What, the next era is the three thousandth era?" Before Yang Xuanzhen could speak, the Holy King of the End exclaimed. He did not expect that history was so long.

"good."

The First Saint King glanced at the End Saint King, and his tone was bleak, as if carrying a trace of fear of the unknown: "Three Thousand Great Daos, the number of three thousand is the ultimate of heaven and earth. That's why I said that this great destruction of heaven and earth is the most critical. As for what the heaven and earth were like three thousand epochs ago, no one knows. Even those beings who surpassed the Immortal Kings were born by chance in the three thousand epochs. They all fell one after another in the long river of history and disappeared forever. And what the next epoch will be like, no one knows."

Hearing this, Yang Xuanzhen fell into deep thought.

What will happen after three thousand epochs reach the end? Will it be nothingness, with all living things extinct and no new life ever being born, or will a new era begin?
He couldn't guess either.

Not to mention the future, even if it was hundreds or thousands of epochs ago, it is difficult for anyone to trace back what the situation was like.

The ancient history has completely disappeared, without any trace or dust left.

Even the long river of time cannot be observed.

And what was it like three thousand epochs ago, where did the Gate of Immortality come from, and what was inside the Gate of Immortality? Even if the Immortal King of Creation spent his entire life calculating these things, he would not be able to capture the slightest trace.

Perhaps only when Fang Han returns can the truth be revealed.

Seeing Yang Xuanzhen was silent, the Saint Ancestor King asked again: "Yang Xuanzhen, have you made up your mind? Do you want to cooperate with me? If you don't want to, I won't force you. You can only cooperate with the Immortal King of Creation."

There was a threat in his words.

Yang Xuanzhen seemed not to have heard it, and suddenly said: "Your real body is trapped in the Gate of Eternal Life just like the other Immortal Kings. How can you join hands with me to block the other Immortal Kings? Can you cooperate from inside and outside? Can you deal with them?"

These words directly touched upon the key to the cooperation between the two parties, causing the Holy King of the End to prick up his ears to see how the Holy King of the Origin would respond.

"Good question."

The eyes of the First Saint King kept flickering as he looked at Yang Xuanzhen, his tone full of bewitching: "I am now trapped in a ball of vitality inside the Gate of Immortality, like a worm in a cocoon, unable to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. And if I am not mistaken, you have already cultivated the Great Destiny Art, which is the first of the three thousand great ways and can communicate with the Gate of Immortality. The Thunder Mother Heavenly Monarch was an example! You just need to build an altar with the Great Destiny Art as I said, place my three clones on the altar, communicate with the Gate of Immortality, and you can open the blockade for my original body, and I can come out one step ahead of other immortal kings to help you unify the heavens. I will even teach you the secrets I have obtained from the Gate of Immortality over the years, so that you can take your cultivation to a higher level, and then..."

Yang Xuanzhen continued, “Then you immediately turned against me, killed me, obtained the Great Destiny Art from me, and then killed the Immortal King of Creation and others when the world was destroyed, harvested the divine objects, and gained eternal life?”

The Saint Ancestor's expression changed slightly: "Why do you think so? I, the Saint Ancestor, have lived an upright life. How could I do such a despicable thing? I sincerely want to cooperate with you and achieve a win-win situation..."

"Ha ha!"

Yang Xuanzhen laughed wildly, his laughter full of sarcasm: "I think you have been blinded by the word profit and have completely lost your mind! I know exactly what you want, and I don't want to waste time talking to you. Kneel down immediately and be my loyal lackey. Maybe I will leave you a way out in the future."

"You...deserve...to die!" The eyes of the Ancestral Saint King suddenly became extremely sinister, staring at Yang Xuanzhen like a ghost, laughing in anger, revealing his true intentions.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Since you are so stubborn and shameless, you can't blame me!"

Boom!

Dark storms suddenly emerged from all directions, forming one whirlpool after another, endless and burning.

The three incarnations of the First Holy King, including the Holy King of the End who was firmly bound by the shackles of order, all disappeared.

The only one left in the world was Yang Xuanzhen, who was surrounded by the dark storm. He was like a little man in a black furnace and could be burned to death at any time.

"I have long anticipated that you might not be willing to cooperate, so I set up a killing array in advance! Now that you are trapped, you must hand over the Great Destiny Art whether you want to or not!"

The Ancestral Saint King's grim voice came from the dark storm, like a demon from the underworld.

"is it?"

Yang Xuanzhen's robes fluttered, and there was no panic on his face. Instead, he showed a playful look and let out a breath.

Rather than saying it was a breath, it would be better to say it was a series of snowflake-like talismans, densely packed and as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges.

Snowflakes were floating all over the sky, each one was like a carrier of the avenue, possessing its own life, full of mysterious and vast power, as vast as the ocean, carrying the supreme will of the master, floating in all directions, seemingly slow, crawling like a turtle, but actually as fast as lightning, breaking through the limits of time and space, and dispersing the surging dark storm in just one go.

Clarity returned to the world.

The Holy King of the End and the Holy King of the Origin who had disappeared before appeared again in front of Yang Xuanzhen.

However, the Ancestral Holy King has undergone a great transformation. He is no longer the three incarnations as before, but three bodies have merged into one, becoming one.

This man's entire body was pure purple, as vast, clear, and pure as amethyst, with an aura of supreme nobility, as if the heaven and earth were to submit to him at his feet.

Moreover, this Ancestral Holy King is so huge that it cannot be described in terms of countless trillions of light years. One can only say that a single hair of his can cover infinite dimensions.

The First Saint King looked down at Yang Xuanzhen, like a blue dragon in the sky looking down at an ant on the land, and made a huge voice like a landslide and tsunami: "What kind of magical power did you just display? How could you destroy the formation I carefully arranged?"

Yang Xuanzhen once again exceeded his expectations.

"I'll tell you when you die."

Yang Xuanzhen's body moved, and he turned into a giant that reached the sky and the earth. When his huge eyes opened and closed, holy light flashed between heaven and earth, shooting towards the Ancestral Holy King.

"court death!"

The First Holy King waved his hand, and the Axe of Nature in the hand of the End Holy King flew to his palm. He shook his giant arm, raised the axe high, and chopped it down with a natural move, extinguishing the holy light.

But at this moment, Yang Xuanzhen strode over, like an ancient dragon stretching out its claws, waving all five claws together, and slapped down with unimaginable force, hitting the axe of Nature.

clang!
A loud bang was like a torrent that ran through the years, resounding through the ages. The Axe of Nature shook violently and was almost knocked out of Yang Xuanzhen's hand.

Yang Xuanzhen's palm was intact.

"So strong?"

The face of the First Saint King was so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it.

This Yang Xuanzhen was so ferocious that it was completely beyond his expectations.

How long has it been?
The speed at which he plotted against Yang Xuanzhen could not keep up with the speed at which Yang Xuanzhen improved his cultivation.

"kill!"

Yang Xuanzhen roared and pointed his finger at the center of the Ancestral Saint King's brow. Like the king of assassins, he pierced through the chaos in anger, tore through time and space, and beheaded the Immortal King in the hall.

The Ancestral Saint King did not dare to delay. He drew an arc with his arm, and the Axe of Nature chopped down in the air, accurately hitting Yang Xuanzhen's fingers.

But Yang Xuanzhen's fingertips seemed to be covered with a layer of oil, and when they touched the axe blade, the Axe of Nature slipped and deviated.

boom!
Yang Xuanzhen took advantage of the victory and pursued the Ancestral Saint King, hitting him right in the middle of his eyebrows with his finger, and purple blood gushed out like the sea.

"If my real body was here, I would never be hurt. Your little attack can't even shake a hair of mine!"

The Ancestral Saint King was furious. He flipped his hand and aimed the axe at Yang Xuanzhen, sweeping it across his chest, intending to cut him in half.

boom!
Yang Xuanzhen's body suddenly shrank and disappeared, avoiding the attack. In an instant, it became infinitely large, swung his iron fist, and hit the Ancestral Saint King in the chest, causing him to vomit blood and retreat wildly.

He was unyielding, his footsteps shook, he stepped on the four poles, and punched again. The wheel of fate behind him flashed, and the wind from his fist exploded. The distance between them was just an inch.

boom!
The Ancestral Holy King was hit again, and this time he was no longer as lucky as before. Yang Xuanzhen punched a big hole in his chest, and the Axe of Nature flew out of his hand.

"Yang Xuanzhen, you are very good. My real body will not let you go..." The Ancestral Saint King was filled with resentment.

"You still dare to be stubborn? Go to hell!"

Yang Xuanzhen reached out and grabbed the Saint Ancestor. His palm was bigger than the Saint Ancestor's entire body. His five fingers stretched and retracted. Everything in the world was his plaything. He grabbed the Saint Ancestor and squeezed him into a ball of flesh. (End of this chapter)