Perfect World: The Holy Spirit of Perfection is actually myself

Chapter 332 Stop pretending

The supreme war at the edge of the universe ended. The undead Taoists who had lived from the end of the ancient times until today perished, the five-color heavenly sword was sealed, and the Kunlun Immortal Bell disappeared. This really made many creatures in Beidou's life restricted area speechless.

What is gratifying is that after all this was dealt with, all the forbidden areas of heaven disappeared, and together with one of the seven forbidden areas of life, Burial of Heaven, they were completely hidden in the deepest part of the outer wilderness of the universe.

Such a result made it impossible for many quasi-emperors outside the Life Star who were preparing for a bloody battle with imperial weapons to react. Until the shadow of the vast Cang Island was completely hidden in the mist of chaos, and the killing energy of the imperial way in the universe was dissipated. They finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good!"

After a long time, an old monk in the Amitabha Ancient Star Territory uttered such a long-lasting Buddha's chant, which was like a demonic pestle hitting a big bell. It carried a strong sense of joy and relaxation and was sung across the vast starry sky.

In this era, Emperor Amitabha has passed away for at least hundreds of thousands of years. Buddhism, as a faith widely spread under the stars, has taken root in the depths of many ancient star fields.

It’s just that this year, Mount Sumeru has not yet appeared in the Western Desert of Beidou...

"Another calamity."

Several quasi-emperors above Beidou also sighed like this. After each bowing, they turned around and returned to their own traditions.

"I understand that I will become the seventh holy body in this world, and the glory and faith of the holy body will never be erased!" The young holy man nodded solemnly.

"Master!"

……

"It doesn't matter, the supreme beings of God are still principled. Without a hard battle, I still have more than a hundred years to live,"

"Another era!"

In the distance, the golden glow shimmered in the sky, and a heroic young man rushed over. He had a cultivation level in the Taoist realm. He stepped forward to stabilize the long-aging Dacheng Holy Body and called out.

Now this time, it can be regarded as experiencing a death disaster.

These quasi-emperors know better than anyone that if the seven supreme beings really launch a dark turmoil, it is absolutely impossible to stop them with just a few imperial weapons. There is a high probability that they, the quasi-emperors, will be forced to burn their bodies to resurrect the emperor. Soldiers, using their lives to delay the slaughter of the Supremes.

The light in the Dacheng Holy Body's eyes dimmed a bit. He helped the young Holy Body in front of him stand up and said with a forced smile,

On the Starry Sky Ancient Road, the Dacheng Holy Body blocking the ancient road alone also sighed leisurely. The red blood all over his body dissipated in an instant, turning into an ordinary, skinny old man who almost fell to the ground.

"The power, faith and inheritance of the Dacheng Holy Body cannot be broken. The sixth person died more than ten thousand years ago, but I, the fifth person, have survived until now by relying on the immortal source and the method of immortality. If you become Dacheng one day, you should be The seventh person.”

"Sure enough, the weak are not even qualified to experience the times in person."

Feng Lie, an ancient star from the Wind Clan, sat in the saint's mansion deep inside his family in a somewhat depressed manner. He raised his head and stared at the stars, feeling a sense of emptiness and helplessness.

Watching this battle from a distance, he suddenly felt that his strength was indispensable. Just like just now, if the turmoil really breaks out, if I am just a young monk who has just traveled through time, I am afraid that I am not even qualified to struggle. In an instant, my life energy will be drained by the power of the supreme level, and I will not even have the reason to die. Know.

"Brother, after all, we are too young. We have been practicing for less than twenty years. It is not the time to contact the stars and higher levels."

Beside him, Feng Shang was afraid that there might be something wrong with Feng Lie's Taoist heart, so she patted his back a few times, and then pushed a few weak wisps of pure heart runes into the void, making the air here instantly feel cooler. road.

"The situation is different."

Feng Lie didn't say much, he just nodded Feng Shang's head, slowly stood up from his seat, put the small jade Suan Ni on the table on his shoulders, and strode towards the outside of the saint's mansion.

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On the second day, the sound of calamity and punishment intertwined with thunder and lightning came from the pure land deep in the Wind Clan. Wahuang Baoxiang sat cross-legged in the void, constantly twisting and stretching his slender and powerful Taoist body, facing the calamity head-on. , while lighting up the pieces of keel on the back, forcing the barrier to be broken.

This powerful sky thunder lasted for a whole day and night over the Feng Clan. When Feng Lie came out of seclusion, he had broken through all the barriers in the realm of dragon transformation, the dragon reached the sky, and stepped into the first level of the Immortal Stage. sky.

Such news, not to mention the strong practitioners of the same generation, even Feng Lie's elders could not sit still. Several saints from the family came and checked Feng Lie's condition one by one, and then felt slightly relieved. .

At the age of fifteen, he entered the first level of Immortal Stage. Even in the ancient times when the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was extremely active, this speed of cultivation was unconventionally fast. Many geniuses with the blood of the Imperial Dao did not have such speed.

"Lie'er, I know that you have a strong desire to repay your family, but cultivation is not an easy path. You have only broken through the four poles for less than a year and entered the Immortal Stage. It is easy to overdraw your talent prematurely."

Feng Zhong advised Feng Lie. He pointed out to Feng Lie a certain practitioner who had the fastest cultivation in history. He had reached the peak of the Great Sage at the age of less than a hundred years. He was so fast and invincible that he was always stuck at the level of the Ultimate Great Sage. .

In his opinion, a genius of royal blood like Feng Lie should aim at the quasi-emperor. Even in this era when the last emperor has fallen and the Seal of Tianxin is about to be released, he should aim at the quasi-emperor. It is not too much to say that he is the only person in the world.

"Don't worry, father, I understand."

Regarding the persuasion of his relatives, Feng Lie could only express his clear understanding. This was a small price for him to gain orthodoxy and relatives. Without these people who cared about him, Feng Lie might have been singing all the way and trying to crush Shi Hao Wu in the last era. The record of a ten-year-old quasi-emperor.

In the end, in order to make it clear that his talent and foundation had not been damaged, Feng Lie specially found a half-step almighty in the clan who had a fairly good talent and was on the ninth small step of the first level of Sendai, and then he surpassed it all his life. Ba Ban severely injured the opponent.

"Is this how the Eight Bans are calculated?"

At the end of the battle, even Feng Zhong, who was a saint in this world, was stunned on the spot. The tribesman whom Feng Lie defeated was also a master of the Five Forbiddens when he was young, but he was defeated by Feng Lie's hundred moves on the first small step of Xianyi. He was so beaten that he coughed up blood. This record was simply outrageous.

"I gained enlightenment a few days ago and understood a lot of the mysteries of the Emperor Wa Sutra. It's normal for me to practice faster and have a slightly stronger combat power." Feng Lie explained.

He knew in his heart that he would not do anything outrageous like a fifty-year-old supreme emperor in this era. He only wanted to be an ordinary emperor and cultivate all the way up.

"Becoming a saint at fifty years old, becoming a quasi-emperor at three hundred years old, and becoming an emperor at more than six hundred years old. Well, this speed should still be understood by the world." He thought this way.

(End of this chapter)