Daoying

Chapter 392 Tomorrow the Holy Island is proud of me
The old man's pupils narrowed slightly: "Holy Body?"

Xuan Ding's body's energy and blood surged, and the energy of his body alone caused the hall's barrier to become unstable.

He formed a seal with his hands and said with a ferocious smile: "Senior brother, you have good eyesight. This is the holy body that the ancient monks specialize in. If you want to keep me, the entire Holy Island will have to pay a big price."

"Is this the power you got from Daoyin to open up the path to immortality?"

The old man said with serious eyes.

"It's still a little short of becoming an immortal, but at least it's a step further than when we were on the Holy Island!"

Golden light flowed all over Xuan Nai's body, forming a square talisman under his gesture, and he said coldly: "I ask you for the last time, are you really not going to let me go?"

"It's time for dinner, come dine with me."

"Then go to hell!"

Xuan Ding shouted loudly, and the talisman in his hand suddenly activated, and the whole body was filled with golden light. The talisman suddenly became a hundred times larger, and collided with the old man.

The barrier was extremely unstable, and the demonic figure sitting cross-legged in the sky opened its eyes slightly.

The old man raised his hand and made a hand seal with one hand. A huge golden palm appeared in the sky. It changed with the hand seal and finally formed a hand seal and pointed at the Xuan Nail.

"Boom!"

The four-square talisman was touched by the golden light of this finger, and the power of the seal trembled violently, with the potential to collapse.

Xuan Ding was not surprised at all and shouted: "If you want to break my holy body, just dream!"

His body suddenly expanded and became eight feet tall. Two more arms appeared from behind, and they all made fists and punched forward.

Immediately, the sky was filled with golden fist shadows, each punch shattered the void, there was a thunderous explosion, and the light of the fist was as bright as fireworks. The old man's handprint was immediately blocked and could no longer be suppressed.

"The holy body of the ancient monk is immortal, how can you control me?!"

Xuan Ding roared, and his body expanded again, becoming more than ten feet tall. With a few punches, he shattered the handprint, chaotic light exploded, and countless punches shot towards the old man like meteors.

The old man always had a calm expression. The seal in his hand changed, and the robe on his body suddenly expanded and flew out from his body. It turned into a huge robe and flew forward with bulging energy.

Those fists hit the cassock and made an explosion, but had no effect.

Xuan Ding's face changed slightly. He knew how powerful this robe was. There is a name called "Indestructible robe". It is indestructible to swords and invulnerable to the five elements. It is a famous spiritual treasure handed down from the Holy Island. It also contains the universe and can be absorbed into it. .

He hurriedly flashed and retreated to the rear. At the same time, his body suddenly grew in size, reaching a height of one hundred feet.

But no matter how he changed, the robes changed with his changes, and also became overwhelming, like a huge kite, covering the sky above the Holy Island, falling towards Xuan Ding.

"I don't believe this robe is really indestructible!"

Xuan Ding shouted loudly and raised one hand high. Golden runes were flowing all over his body, like a god of war, and all the secrets of his body were integrated into the palm of his hand.

The holy body is a state of perfection in physical skills. It can be indestructible, the fist can be derived, and the power of the physical body is enough to surpass all spiritual treasures.

At this moment, he turned his fist intention into a circle of golden light, rotating around his body, continuously gathering into his palm, shining in all directions like the sun.

"break!"

Xuan Ding shouted loudly and struck down with one palm.

The golden light flashed in front and turned into a huge golden wheel, rushing into the robe.

A strange spell murmured in the void, and a large golden scripture suddenly burst out from the cassock, as if countless people were chanting at the same time. The golden light was bright and dazzling, making it impossible to look straight at it.

"Boom!"

The golden wheel struck into this scripture, and the words were shattered.

But the robes grew bigger and bigger, becoming even more overwhelming, almost covering the entire Holy Island.

Xuan Ding's pupils shrank and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that his all-powerful attack would be ineffective.

Seeing the cassock coming toward me, about to wrap myself in it, it suddenly stopped a hundred feet in front of me.

At this moment, a huge halo appeared around the robe, like a star ring, covering the entire robe inside.

Behind the old man, a young man appeared at some point. He was holding a thick book in his hand, which he had opened. There was light and some words floating in it.

"I was confused."

The old man patted his head and sighed: "Impermanence always likes to appear in pairs, but I didn't expect that there should be another person beside Junior Brother Xuan Ding."

Xuan Ding snorted coldly, withdrew his Baizhang magical power, returned to normal size, and landed in front of the old man.

The man behind him smiled and said: "Brother, I just can't believe that there are two gods in the Holy Island."

His robe is painted with a white lotus pattern, and the book in his hand is constantly flying.

"Ahem, I really didn't expect that."

The old man said: "It seems that Junior Brother Jialan's brain circuit is as novel as Junior Brother Xuan Ding, and they both agree with Dao Yin's beliefs."

"Exactly."

The man behind him, Jialan, chuckled and said, "After all, we are still relatively young and are more receptive to new ideas than we like to stick to the rules. Since senior brother doesn't agree with it, then the road is divided into two sides and everyone can just go one way. Why force it?"

"You are the disciples of the Holy Island, and I am the owner of the Holy Island. You can't just sit back and ignore it, right? Then wouldn't I have to have my spine stabbed by everyone in the world?"

The old man had a crutch in his hand and said while holding it with both hands.

"Haha, senior brother's ideological baggage is too heavy, and he is indeed not suitable for following our path."

Jialan glanced at the treasure book in his hand and said calmly: "Senior brother's indestructible robe is indeed powerful, but my heaven and earth code must also be understood by senior brother. I wonder if I want to see its full power?"

The treasure book in his hand was surging with strange energy, and scriptures were flowing on every page, as if they were composing magical powers. Even the old man narrowed his eyes, showing an unprecedented solemn look.

The three of them were just stuck there.

Countless eyes and breaths on the island are locked here, seeming to be watching and waiting for orders.

The old man suddenly sighed and said, "I regret it." "What do you regret?"

Xuan Ding asked coldly.

"I regret testing you."

The old man shook his head with a wry smile and said: "If I don't test this time, you two will still stay by my side. If I test this, the fish will enter the sea and the bird will fly to the sky. It will no longer be difficult to restrain."

A smile appeared on Jialan's lips, he bowed and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for letting me go."

After speaking, the code of heaven and earth was combined in his hand, and all the light disappeared, turning into an old, thick ordinary book.

The halo of light in the sky that fixed the unbreakable robe also suddenly disappeared.

The cassock somehow returned to the old man. He waved his hand and said, "You go, just try not to reveal your identity outside. I can't afford to lose face."

"Will not."

Jialan smiled and said: "Today I am proud of the Holy Island, and tomorrow the Holy Island will be proud of me, haha."

Amid laughter, he and Xuan Ding suddenly turned into escaping light and disappeared.

The old man's face twitched a few times and he almost vomited blood.

After a long time, a slight voice came: "Brother, why did you let them go?"

"not the right time yet."

The old man said lightly.

Not only was he replying to this voice, he was also replying to all the watching eyes on the entire island.

……

"What does this spiritual treasure look like, what are its attributes, and where does it appear?"

On the Fire Wing Clan's king-level spirit boat, Yan Yi chased Li Zhi and asked.

Every question is very detailed and even critical.

He knew that Li Zhi was still in a weakened state, and if he didn't ask questions quickly, it would be even harder to extract any scraps of information when all six cultivations were restored.

Everyone listened carefully and stared at Li Zhi, wishing they could dig out everything he knew, or even search his soul directly.

Xie Huan quietly felt the energy fluctuations of the Divine Edge Sword. Sure enough, after stagnating for a long time, it began to become stronger again. It seemed that the direction was right.

He also used his mental skills, adjusted his breath energy, and swallowed pills, hoping to return to his peak state before encountering the spiritual treasure.

Wei Daying sat cross-legged in silence, looking at Xie Huan from time to time, wondering whether he could suppress his current strength.

"I just caught a glimpse of it from a distance. As for the shape, it's a bit like this, like this, and like that. Anyway, that's it."

Li Shi gestured impatiently, and then said: "But the spirit treasure is rising and falling in the aura. What I see may not be the whole picture. As for its attributes, I don't know. How could I know how it appeared? Last time It appears in the area of ​​​​the sea where the ripples of death are the largest."

He talked a lot, but didn't say anything.

Everyone knew that he refused to reveal more.

Vol snorted: "Then how do you know it's a spiritual treasure?"

"Oh, I am also a Nascent Soul cultivator after all. Can't we tell whether a treasure is a spiritual treasure?"

Li Shi chuckled twice and said.

"I see."

Yan Yi nodded suddenly, with a flash of white light in his eyes. He looked at the place where death was rolling in the distance, and suddenly said in shock: "Look what that is? Could it be the spiritual treasure?!"

Everyone was shocked and looked around hurriedly.

Suddenly, a scream of "ah" came from the boat, and Yan Yi saw a dark golden trident in his hand, wrapped with green vines, piercing Li Zhi from behind.

"what are you doing?!"

Li Zhi roared in fright and anger, and a cloud of gray gas suddenly appeared above his head.

Yan Yi had a cold expression on his face, and with a backhand shot, he produced a magic weapon like a clay pot, which was suspended in the air and continuously spit out green light, like a waterfall, directly covering Li Zhi inside.

The gray light on top of Li Zhi's head disappeared, revealing a ferocious-looking Nascent Soul, shouting "Ahhh" as if in great pain.

Nascent Soul wanted to form a seal, but under the illumination of green light, his whole body spread out in big characters. He was trembling and unable to close the four characters. He could only scream and curse.

"Boss!"

When the other five cultivators saw it, they hurriedly took action.

Yan Yi's eyes turned cold and he said in a cold voice: "If you don't want his Nascent Soul to explode, just don't move at all!"

The Fifth Cultivator immediately stood on the spot, not daring to move. They were all extremely anxious. The Blood Demon roared: "Tongergou, what do you mean?!"

"It's not interesting, it's just interesting. Your boss's talk is too irrelevant. I don't like to hear it, so I can do it myself and listen to what I like."

Yan Yi finished speaking with a smile, took out the Anchor of Truth, pulled out the dark golden trident, and inserted the Cat of Truth into Li's body.

Li Zhi's screams kept coming, and his entire bones and blood were sucked into the cross, constantly integrating into it, and his skin and appearance were distorted and deformed.

He originally practiced evil and was extremely ugly, but now he became even more like a ghost, grinning.

The Nascent Soul above his head was still screaming, being restrained by the pottery pot and unable to escape at all.

Everyone looked at this scene in horror. The change was so sudden that everyone was caught off guard. By the time they reacted, Sixth Cultivator had already stabilized his mood.

　The next chapter may be later.

　　I usually say later, maybe it will be after 12 o'clock. If I don't say it, there is a high probability that it will not be later than [-] o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)