Xianwu star

Chapter 1159
Immortal Qinglian and Wang Zheng were born in one body, and as soon as Wang Zheng's words fell, Immortal Qinglian began to exude a terrifying aura.

Doppelgänger, pay attention to a realm.In the Golden Immortal Realm, whether the clone is powerful or not depends not on the monk's own realm, but on the level of the spirit treasure entrusting the three corpses.

Although Wang Zheng's cultivation was not high, it was comparable to the early stage of the Golden Immortal... No, after the body was chopped off, the brand of heaven and earth was further stripped away, and Wang Zheng's cultivation had already reached the peak of the early stage.

As long as you fully comprehend the comprehension brought by the good corpse, you can become a mid-Gold Immortal monk naturally.

Let's not talk about this kind of cultivation.The treasure entrusted to the good corpse is the 36th-grade Good Fortune Qinglian, which can be called the existence of the innate treasure.Such a good corpse is much stronger than Wang Zheng in terms of strength.

But for this good corpse, Wang Zheng planned to let him practice the way of comprehension.

At this moment, the good corpse is full of the power of good fortune, and his every move is full of coercion, but he has not cultivated the corresponding method, so Wang Zheng's words fell, and the Qinglian fairy, who was born in one body, immediately activated various exercises Come.

The Daoist scriptures of the Qing Emperor in Shrouding the Sky, and the many secret methods of self-cultivation in Journey to the West...

Under the powerful force and state of good fortune, Qinglian Xianzun turned into a golden fairy whose body was as powerful as an innate treasure in a blink of an eye.

A Golden Immortal of the lineage of cultivators.

In just a few breaths, the power of good fortune in the body was transferred into the power of a cultivator. Immortal Qinglian flicked his fingers, and immediately infinite green lotuses bloomed from Zixiao Palace and took root in the chaos.

"Fellow Daoist, take care."

As the incarnation of Wang Zheng's benevolent thoughts, coupled with the power of creation of Qinglian, Qinglian's every move is full of aura that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

It is a gentle feeling from the soul, which is many times closer to nature than the warmth of angels in the West.

Stepping on the lotus, the figure of Qinglian Xianzun was submerged in the rolling chaos.

In Zixiao Palace, watching Immortal Qinglian leave, Wang Zheng had a strange look on his face:
"Why do I feel that I can kill another corpse?"

Wang Zheng would definitely not feel wrong about that kind of spiritual throbbing, that is to say, Wang Zheng could really cut another corpse.

But then Wang Zheng shook his head. Although his cultivation level could support him to cut another corpse, he really didn't have the hardware facilities to cut a corpse.

Although there are many treasures in his hands, they are undoubtedly not suitable for beheading corpses.Because Wang Zheng's vision is too high, if he wants to kill a corpse, he should use the best thing to kill the corpse.

Therefore, after Wang Zheng turned his head to look at the Qiankun Cauldron in Zixiao Palace, a distressed look appeared on his whole face.You know, the rich man seldom looks like this, and he feels sorry for wealth.

Grinning his teeth, Wang Zheng waved his sleeves, and the Taiji Diagram, Pangu Banner, Donghuang Bell, and the Four Swords of Jade Immortals all turned into streamers of light and flew into the Qiankun Cauldron.

With another flick, the infinite treasures of heaven and earth will submerge the cauldron of heaven and earth...

With another flick, Wang Zheng's last Ganges time sand stockpiled a thin layer under the Qiankun Ding.

With another flick, the hibiscus tree appeared under the Qiankun tripod out of thin air, and the blazing sun burned with real fire.

Every time he flicked it, Wang Zheng's heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe.

Although Wang Zheng is the richest man in the world, he can't help being such a prodigal...

The Three Treasures of Opening the Heavens, plus the strongest formation that Wang Zheng could display on his own... such a large investment would definitely hurt Wang Zheng's nerves.

Patting his chest, Wang Zheng comforted himself like this:
"The Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda and the God-killing Spear... are enough."

Seeing the soft golden light emanating from the sands of the Ganges River in time and space, submerging the entire Qiankun Cauldron, Wang Zheng shook his head, walked out of Zixiao Palace, and flew towards the world.

In the past hundred years, the world has undergone considerable changes.

Such as Li Ruofeng, Pang Jie, Fa Hai...these sons of the heavenly arrogance of the past have now faintly become the figures of the previous generation, and the world's talents have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Even, in the human world in the east, there is a powerful force named Taichu that vaguely has the momentum to chase after the Holy Land.

In the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning, the golden divine ring is somewhat similar to the divine kingdom in the west. The powerful divine light covers a radius of ten thousand miles, forming a space of its own.

Outside the holy place, the Holy Lord of the Light is surrounded by one hundred and eight divine rings, and the whole person is like a god overlooking the world.

Opposite him, there were densely packed monks, shouting constantly.

"Holy Master Shaking Light, hand over your son, and I can let you live!"

"Hmph! How daring to kill the direct disciples of the Thirteen Great Sects!"

Looking at the dense crowd of monks, among whom there are many who are at the same level as him, the Holy Master of Waving Light turned his head to look at the Holy Land of Waving Light, which was so golden and radiant.

Suddenly he laughed and said loudly:
"I have been stumbled and stumbled for a hundred years to create this Holy Land of Shaking Light. On the one hand, it is for the long-cherished wish in my heart, and on the other hand, it is also for that senior."

"Although this seat is not as good as that senior, but this seat has been taught by him."

The Lord of the Fluctuating Light, whose gaze is like lightning, has white temples but has jade-like skin, looked at the crowd of monks, and said with arrogance: "If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing wrong with it. I, Zhang Yaoguang, will use the Fluctuating Technique to fight against you today. Right and wrong, right and wrong. It’s all about my comments.”

Speaking of Zhang Yaoguang turning into a light belt across the night sky, he turned into the eternal sacred furnace, swallowing mountains and rivers, with black hair flying around, marking the path of the Tao, becoming more and more mysterious.

"kill!"

"Cut him!"

With Zhang Yaoguang acting like this, the other powerhouses were naturally furious, and they all rushed towards Zhang Yaoguang to kill them!The other densely packed monks were attacking towards the base camp of the Shaking Light Holy Land.

Facing the fifth-order monks who were almost ten times larger than his own, Zhang Yaoguang looked cold and stern. He raised his hands and feet in a natural way, consistent with the Tao, and with a clear whistle, the majestic mountains turned into powder, and he crowned the world bravely.

With a shake of his arm, the mountains and rivers were destroyed, and the long river flowed backwards towards the sky. When the holy light swept away, the universe trembled, and the stars and the moon were darkened.

He became stronger and devastated, this great wasteland was almost completely destroyed by him and razed to the ground.

The one hundred heavenly god rings are like one hundred and eight magic weapons, and the immeasurable holy light is filled with all kinds of completely different powers.

Using divine rings to refine treasures is a direct method of Zhang Yaoguang's lineage!

But in the end there are too many enemies, even if Zhang Yaoguang's power is as high as the sky, but the enemy is the same as the fifth-rank Taoist, the means should not be underestimated.

In the unparalleled horror of slaughter, it didn't take long for him to cough up blood.

And at this moment, rivers of stars descended from the nine heavens, a vast expanse of whiteness, extremely holy, and a figure bathed in the radiance of stars appeared!
"Yaoguang, with your little ability, you really embarrass senior."

In the white light, a blue-clothed figure descended like a celestial being, following the terrifying brilliance, directly descending from the depths of the starry sky to the world of the Eastern Earth.

(End of this chapter)