Reborn Killer Supreme

Chapter 767 Ascension
"What happened, why did you enter the God Realm so eagerly?" Zhenlong Shengzun and others surrounded Shangguan Xiaoyao in confusion, with haze hanging on their faces.

Shangguan Xiaoyao looked around at the crowd, the Xiaoyao Excalibur in his hand kept trembling, he stroked the sword lightly and said, "Quiet, these are my friends."

The humming trembling of the Xiaoyao sword gradually stopped. At this time, the surrounding real dragon sages slowly walked to the side, and Yin Zhiyao directly hugged Shangguan Xiaoyao's arm.

A group of people were sitting cross-legged in this small courtyard that saw the sky in all directions. Shangguan Xiaoyao stuck the Xiaoyao Excalibur on the ground and pointed to the hilt: "The sword spirit is here."

Wisps of smoke exuding a holy aura lingered out, attracting everyone's attention unconsciously.Yin Zhiyao's eyes were even brighter, and she shouted: "Xiaoyao! This sword spirit is so beautiful, can you let it come here?"

Shangguan Xiaoyao didn't care about Yin Zhiyao, at this time he turned his finger pointing to the hilt of the sword upwards: "Sword Spirit, reveal the memory of that period."

The dense fog overflowed from the sword spirit, and the white breath gradually enveloped everyone, and dispersed in the blink of an eye.

"Sword Rain Flying Pavilion!"

A series of imperial flying swords flew over, scratching their scalps, and the power emanating from them made Tianchan Shrine shrank his neck involuntarily.

"Even the artistic conception has been preserved. It is worthy of being a sword spirit." The eyes of the True Dragon Lord showed envy, looking at the white sword spirit.

A clanging sound came from a distance, and then there was a scene of Shangguan Xiaoyao with angry eyes rushing towards the crowd holding his shield.

"Don't panic, I'm here in person, that's just my appearance." Shangguan Xiaoyao reminded the group of demigods flashing with the body protection formation.

The ferocious-looking Shangguan Xiaoyao passed through the crowd with power and collided with the gray sword spirit in the distance.Then came Shangguan Xiaoyao's ferocious shout, and the sword spirit's weird taunt.

This time, Shangguan Xiaoyao clearly saw the aura emanating from the sword spirit in the distance, gathering continuously over the two overlapping human figures, and finally formed a "Hui" character.

Shangguan Xiaoyao squinted his eyes, closed his hands to disperse the permeating white mist, turned his head to Feng Bamian and asked, "What kind of god power is this, why do you have such enmity with us?"

Then he saw the thoughtful expression on Feng Bamian's face, that thoughtful look seemed to be digging the deepest memory.

Everyone also quietly looked at the wise man with a half-old beard but his chest was hanging down. It was at this time that a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds in the sky and covered everyone's bodies with a layer of golden light.

"That's... a sect formed by a living creature floating in a small space in the myriad realms after becoming a god!" Feng Bamian yelled suddenly, fixed his eyes on Shangguan Xiaoyao and shouted. "In the language of this space, the back-shaped characters represent gods!"

"Then why is the creature of this sect hostile to us?" Shangguan Xiaoyao's expression relaxed a little, at least a little bit stronger than the worst outcome he thought. "We obviously have no grievances with that sect, right?"

Feng Bamian showed a slight smile, and his tone seemed to return to the arrogance he had when he was in the Spring and Autumn Shenzong: "That religion is just a group of rabble, but it's just a little sensitive in terms of breath. During the war of the gods, "that guy 'Used as a gun, it is almost extinct."

"Then they blame us for their hatred?" Shangguan Xiaoyao already knew what these so-called gods were without guessing. "But how did they invade the Happy Sword?"

"For those gods, the death of the physical body is not a real disappearance. They can still plunder the soul of ordinary creatures after turning into spirit bodies. It is estimated that the Spring and Autumn Sect aura on you has long been missed by them. And the occupation of the sword spirit is nothing more than seeing an opportunity." Feng Bamian analyzed in detail, but his expression was already relaxed. "But they also forgot that this Free and Unfettered Sword is the first artifact in heaven and earth that has been fused with Wuxiang Iron! Just because their half-baked souls want to occupy it is still a little tender."

Shangguan Xiaoyao twisted his wrist, and the breath of the Xiaoyao Divine Sword in his hand cut off a few grasses on the ground.

"This sword is good, but the problem is that it's too sharp. It's not as smooth as the previous Xiaoyao Sword." The Xiaoyao Sword is much heavier than the previous Xiaoyao Sword, and it has reached half the height of Shangguan Xiaoyao. In this way, Shangguan Xiaoyao could only wear it behind his back, and could no longer wear it on his waist.

While looking at the Xiaoyao Shenjian, he saw Xiaoba's fingers flicking the blade of the sword suddenly, and the floating buzzing sound flew around for a while, and the few strands of grass floating in the air were completely chopped into pieces.

"It can't be considered sharp. The full power of the Excalibur has not yet been released, and the sword spirit has not developed a complete mind." Xiao Ba looked at the trembling sword edge and the Xiaoyao Sword Spirit who was still ignorant in his eyes.

Li Xiaosheng took out a piece of animal skin from his pocket, and handed it to Shangguan Xiaoyao: "I brought this skin from the sleeping place of God Yi, let's make it a scabbard with a strap."

Shangguan Xiaoyao took the animal skin and put it lightly on the blade, but the expected shattering did not appear.

"This is the rough skin of the beast's back and neck, at least it seems to be enough to cover your Xiaoyao Shenjian." When Li Xiaosheng explained briefly, Yin Zhiyao had successfully sewed it into the state that Shangguan Xiaoyao needed .

The silk threads flying all over the sky gradually became entangled in Yin Zhiyao's hands, and the suspenders that had been sewn fell into Shangguan Xiaoyao's hands.

Shangguan Xiaoyao threw the braces behind him, passed them from his left shoulder and right rib to his chest and got stuck.

The green glow of the Xiaoyao Excalibur disappeared behind him, Shangguan Xiaoyao moved around and felt that the straps were perfectly combined with his body.

"Let's go, let's go to the palace, it's almost time to leave here." Shangguan Xiaoyao led the crowd and walked towards Shanhaijuwai.

It wasn't until they reached the street that they realized that the True Dragon Lord and the Heavenly Chan Lord were still standing in the courtyard, one dragon and one bald head standing in the courtyard, looking across the hall at Shangguan Xiaoyao.

Shangguan Xiaoyao just bowed to the two of them once, then turned around and walked towards the palace firmly.

At this time, the clouds have completely faded, as if this continent also knew the parting of Shangguan Xiaoyao and others, and was about to bid farewell to them with the last warmth.

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"Brother Mingxiong, come with me." Shangguan Xiaoyao strode into the palace where the court meeting was taking place, followed Feng Bamian and Xiao Ba mightily behind him, Yin Zhiyao and Tianchan Shengzun, who resembled the two sisters, and Wei Shuangjue and Yu Jiujie with saber and sword.

The two Mingxiong brothers let out a low growl together, and also followed Shangguan Xiaoyao towards the rear of the hall.

"Father." Upon seeing this, Shangguan Yan'er, who was sitting upright on the palace, immediately announced her dismissal, and followed Shangguan Xiaoyao to the back of the palace.

And the civil and military officials who had already dispersed did not leave the main hall, and followed everyone to the back of the hall. No one wanted to miss the ascension of the god, let alone the former emperor who had abdicated for only a month.

At this time, Shangguan Xiaoyao was standing in the courtyard, holding the Xiaoyao Divine Sword in both hands, and there was already a sense of majesty in his face.

The vegetation in the courtyard slowly began to shake regularly without the wind, and the rustling sound gradually filled everyone's ears.

"Today, I'm about to ascend to the God Realm, and I'm here to announce to all living beings in the world as a god." Shangguan Xiaoyao's eyes were closed, and his voice resounded throughout the continent without the slightest movement of his lips.

The mortals and monks from the Holy Land who had been looking forward to it for a long time came out of their houses one after another, stopped their work and looked at the sky of Han.

"Xiaoyao is the supreme god! The day when all people ascend is coming, have you seen it!" The Pope, who was canonized casually by Shangguan Xiaoyao, stood in front of the hall and shouted to the fanatical faces of the people in the capital.

He stretched out his finger and saw Shangguan Xiaoyao's figure flying upwards slowly. The holy white light above was different from the sunlight shining on Shangguan Xiaoyao's figure.

Shangguan Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes and looked at the people on the ground: "Follow up quickly! I can feel that the barrier above the nine heavens is about to be broken, and I will go up in a while!"

One after another figures gradually entrenched around Shangguan Xiaoyao, one after another with distinct auras bursting out with different rays of light, and Shangguan Xiaoyao was in the middle connecting these mixed auras together and reuniting his body.

The gazes of all the people on the mainland involuntarily followed Shangguan Xiaoyao's body to look up, and at this moment the holy light became stronger and stronger.

The bodies of Shangguan Xiaoyao and the others gradually blurred, and the blinding white light made their eyes narrow.

But they still stared at Shangguan Xiaoyao's body intently, feeling the power of Dao Dao law emanating from those who ascended, and even some monks couldn't bear to sit cross-legged on the ground on the spot, comprehending quietly.

"It's almost there, a few of them." The eyes of the True Dragon Lord and the Heavenly Chan Lord can see the scene of a higher place, which has not been seen in ten thousand years. The empty nine heavens are like a gate at this time, and the Taoist gods The avatar of his body has already faintly emerged, welcoming the ascendant who reappeared in this continent ten thousand years later.

At this time, the beam of light had gradually condensed into a solid body, and the officials in the Han Imperial Palace, Shangguan Yan'er and others were completely enveloped in it.

Shangguan Xiaoyao and the others were in the beam of light, staring intently at the gods constantly appearing in the sky, the eyes with unclear expressions made him unable to distinguish friend from foe, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"These gods will eventually become my enemies, or my subordinates."

Then, Shangguan Xiaoyao made a decision.

The gods are waiting.

Mortals are praying.

And the slightly thin shoulders of the people in the light are ready to take on the responsibilities of the gods.

Some will die, some will survive, and some will write legends.

(End of this chapter)