Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Xu Xuan is able to see the lines of fate, and the color and thickness of the lines determine the nature of these fates.

As night fell and everything was silent, the sky of Tangmen seemed to be gently spread out by an invisible painter as a deep and mysterious piece of rice paper. In Xu Xuan's golden eyes, countless colorful "lines" like a torrent were entangled together, extending continuously and entwining with each other.

Finally, they converged on the ninth floor of the ancestral hall.

The most eye-catching ones are three particularly strange lines.

A red line representing Xu Xuan and others, without any impurities, seemed to have captured the most dazzling color in the colorful clouds. This line was like a long rainbow, like strong liquor, and like an indefatigable fire.

Around the red comet, a vain and chaotic purple line seemed to be a gloomy snake, watching everything, yet entwining everything. It was as if it was watching everything in the dark, yet constantly controlling everything, which made it both exist and disappear.

The last line is a colorful LED rainbow line that runs through the sky, constantly twisting and yet making sense.

Yes, the color of this line keeps changing.

Just like Tang Song’s expression.

At this time, the first floor of the ancestral hall had completely become an arena for humans and monsters, with purple cracks tearing through the space all over the first floor. The spirit tablets that were originally neatly arranged were now thrown randomly without any pattern.

Most of Tang Shanhong's body had been completely engulfed by the purple twisted light, and he looked like an invisible monster. But his head was still normal, and he even had a look of wisdom that Tang Wan couldn't match.

The bones of his hand turned into long swords, and the five fingers of his other hand turned into five short swords. Tang Shanhong's twisted body no longer looked like a human, but his posture was very much like a human.

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"Is this what you want?"

Tang Song casually crushed a bottle of golden wound medicine and slapped it on the horrible penetrating wound on his waist. He looked at Tang Shanhong in front of him and said in a deep voice: "You are neither a human nor a ghost. Tang Shanhong, you disappoint me."

"You have already disappointed me terribly."

Tang Shanhong swung the ancient knife in his right hand, and the purple flames dripped onto the floor like water, burning a hole. He tilted his head, like a thinking monster, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Tang Song, we have two good ancestors. Tang San gave us thousands of tricks, gave us a key to open the box, and then gave us the box."

"And Chiyou gives us the capital to open the box."

The five fingers transformed into five short swords that shot out, turning into five purple cold lights that instantly appeared in front of Tang Song. Just as he stretched out his hands, the five purple lights pierced through Tang Song's shoulders, legs and chest, without giving Tang Song half a second to react.

But Tang Song was the head of the Tang clan after all. The moment his body was pierced, the spiritual energy in his body moved rapidly as if it had a soul, and healed the wound instantly with an extremely rich breath of life.

After throwing out a lotus-like hidden weapon, a jade-colored light appeared on Tang Song's chest, instantly resisting the purple light that burst out silently.

The lotus fell in front of Tang Shanhong. Tang Shanhong, who possessed humanity and wisdom, instantly recognized what the hidden weapon was. His expression suddenly changed, and he smashed his hands together, tearing the space in front of him and creating a gap.

The lotus sent out needles like a storm, and each of these needles contained talismans of extreme ice and frost blasting. The ingenious craftsmanship allowed these six thousand silver needles to make each one contain the full force of a fifth-level spiritual master and contain extremely low temperatures.

Lian (second tone) lotus!

The gap opened by Tang Shanhong was not enough to cover his body. At the moment when the thousand needles of the Lotus Flower froze everything at the same time, half of his body was unable to avoid dozens of needles and was instantly covered by frost.

The Lotus is the culmination of Tang Sect's hidden weapons. It can be said that in the entire Tang Sect, only Tang Shanhong and Tang Song can forge the perfect Lotus. But it also means that Tang Shanhong knows how to crack this seemingly "unsolvable" hidden weapon.

That is... "Tang Song, although I don't want to say this, but..."

With a sneer, he shattered the ice on his body, pointed at the stunned Tang Song in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "The feeling of not being a human is too wonderful!"

Since you are not a human, you are not afraid of frost corroding your blood, nor are you afraid of the subsequent effects of the lotus.

Without the subsequent effects of the Lotus, a single explosion is nothing to be afraid of.

It’s difficult...

Tang Song stood with his hands behind his back, his expression as calm as water.

As the leader of the Tang Sect, even if Tang Song was facing Tang Shanhong, who was also an eighth-level spiritual master, who had been suppressing him, he was not inferior to him. He could even defeat Tang Shanhong in more than a hundred rounds. This was because Tang Song chose to stay in the eighth level, not because he could only stay in the eighth level.

This is where Tang Shanhong ends. The Eighth Realm is the limit of his life.

But when Tang Shanhong transformed into this strange form, everything was different. In this state, Tang Shanhong was immune to most physical attacks, and only extremely fast hidden weapons could hurt him when he was caught off guard. Even if it was a spiritual attack, Tang Shanhong could rely on the ability to transform into a strange ball of purple air to be immune to spiritual attacks, or even completely unharmed.

Tang Shanhong, who gained this strange ability, lost a lot, such as hidden weapons and Qi spirits. However, with his excellent combat awareness and understanding of Tang Song, Tang Shanhong relied on this form to keep beating Tang Song, giving Tang Song almost no chance to fight back.

This is a bit difficult.

The twelve ice jade statues blocked the purple spear thrown by Tang Shanhong. After Tang Song disappeared, he summoned a sea of ​​fire jade with a serious expression to devour the surroundings.

If it were someone else, Tang Song would not be so difficult to deal with. But Tang Shanhong knew Tang Song too well, and almost every move of Tang Song was within Tang Shanhong's expectations. Although Tang Song was able to resist Tang Shanhong with his experience and spiritual skills that were close to perfection, this was only temporary. Sooner or later, Tang Song's spiritual energy would be exhausted first.

This cannot go on.

Tang Song noticed that the ancestral hall seemed to have been twisting slowly since the two began fighting, as if it was "controlling" something. Obviously, although Qianji Baizhuan was damaged, Tang Shanhong must have done something to keep it running.

Chiyou Sword...

Wait a moment.

Suddenly, Tang Song seemed to realize something. He looked down and saw that the indestructible golden stone floor had been corroded for the most part, revealing the marble ceiling of the small and cramped underground space.

"Tang Shanhong!"

Tang Song raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of astonishment, "What are you going to do?"

"Can't you see it yourself?"

Tang Shanhong smiled grimly and said:

"Tang San's ashes, your soul, and Chi You's body!"

"I want to create a world where there is only the Tang Sect!!!!" (End of this chapter)