A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

Even though Qingfeng possessed infinite power, there was always someone stronger than him. The guy on the other side was even stronger than him.

The Dharma image was being destroyed, and the true wheel was constantly breaking.

The hand grabbed the big stick, and between his opening and closing, the indestructible big stick was actually squeezed into a pile of scrap metal.

That was a weapon of the highest grade magic weapon level. What kind of cultivation did this arm have?

Qingfeng moved his mind, and the big stick burst out with dazzling light again, and then it flashed back to Qingfeng's hand. Although the big stick could still be used, it was a pity that it was seriously damaged. If it was used forcibly, it would definitely be scrapped.

He felt so sorry for it that he immediately swallowed the big stick into his stomach to warm it up.

At this moment, the Dharma image became even more broken and was on the verge of collapse.

Qingfeng was also not feeling well because the Dharma image was damaged. He spurted out large mouthfuls of blood, proving that he was also seriously injured.

Feeling the violent storm-like attack, Qingfeng was completely desperate at this moment. He knew that he might not be able to defeat his opponent at all, after all, he was too strong.

Just when he wanted to give up, countless images suddenly flashed through his mind, Lu Ruyan, Yu Zixin, Mo Hongchen, Tianguan, Bu Chenshuang, Mo Tian, ​​Mo Xie, Zhui Tiangou, Ziyu... Countless faces flashed in his mind one by one.

Finally, his mother's appearance appeared in his mind.

This person was not Dugu Yunshang, but Qiuyun. She looked at Qingfeng lovingly and said, "Child, you have to be strong, you can do it, you have experienced countless hardships, you can't fall down so easily, and there are still many people who hope you can survive, get up, stand up, you are you, a different you."

Qingfeng looked at Qiuyun, feeling the unique warmth of his mother, and a drop of crystal tears fell from his eyes.

Then he murmured, "I am me, a different firework...?"

He can't die or lose, he has too many concerns, and he still has many unfulfilled wishes.

Although human power is sometimes limited, in the face of powerful forces, human will is not the criterion.

But at this moment, he has to go against the will of heaven, and the upper and middle volumes of the secret scroll of the heavenly book suddenly flashed in his mind.

Countless obscure words hovered in his mind.

"There is a thing that is mixed, born before the earth and the sky, independent and unchanged, it can be the mother of heaven and earth, people follow the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, reborn in destruction, and nirvana in rebirth.

All things in the sky, the creation of the universe."

Qingfeng continued to comprehend the secret scroll of the heavenly book. The next moment, he opened his eyes and thought in his heart, yes, only nirvana, his body-dominant art has been trapped in the second level for many years and has not broken through.

Only after destruction can nirvana be reborn, as the saying goes, there is no creation without destruction, so he has no choice.

"Boom" The Dharma image was finally completely shattered by the palm, and turned into countless fragments and disappeared.

And the palm did not stop, and covered Qingfeng, determined to smack him into a pulp.

Qingfeng stood up at this moment, looking at the darkness that kept descending on his head.

"Bang" Countless flames burned from his body, and instantly reached a height of a hundred feet.

The hot energy rushed up to the sky, and it actually burned the sky blood red.

The huge palm could not help but slow down.

In this moment, only Qingfeng heard a long whistle. m.

"Ah..."

The huge whistle broke through the darkness and reached the sky.

Countless demonic energy surged on his body, wrapping him up, and in the blink of an eye, it formed an eggshell outside his body.

Then the eggshell shattered, and turned into countless demonic energy that was reabsorbed into his body. But surprisingly, all the injuries Qingfeng had suffered before disappeared.

At this moment, he seemed to have recovered to his peak state.

His eyes were no longer red, but extremely bright black.

He looked at the huge arm and felt calm.

He said, "So that's it. I finally understand... All things in the world are dominated by destiny... Six Gods."

The next moment, the Dharma image behind him appeared again, and this time it was as high as a hundred feet.

He raised his six arms and immediately supported the falling palm, so that it could not continue to shoot down.

Then Qingfeng said, "No matter what you are, I must save her."

"Hehehe, what an interesting little guy, you are really different.

Just... saving people..., just you, maybe you don't know, although I only have one arm left, I am also a demigod. Just relying on you, a small cultivator, to kill gods is just a foolish dream."

Qingfeng looked at him and finally knew the true cultivation of this guy.

He whispered, "Demigod?"

Then he didn't say much, but his momentum continued to rise.

"True Words"

The second level of the Dharma image was opened, and a dazzling golden wheel appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating behind the Dharma image.

At this moment, the golden wheel became more and more dazzling, and the light seemed to illuminate this world.

At this moment, he said again: "Zhu Xian..."

The wind and clouds in the world kept changing, and at this moment, a rumbling sound came from the dark world, as if something was about to break.

Finally, after a loud bang, four huge bronze-colored magic swords appeared out of thin air around the Dharma image.

These four flying swords are simple in style, as if they came from the ancient times, carrying a simple and desolate atmosphere.

Qingfeng was slightly excited, thinking that this was the third form of the Dharma Realm, and he finally broke through between life and death.

But for some reason, he was not as happy as he imagined.

At this moment, the power of the Dharma Realm began to soar, and his source power began to increase continuously.

130 million jin, 140 million jin, 150 million jin, his source power increased by 30 million jin before it stopped.

The Dharma Realm itself increased three times on top of his source power, which is 450 million jin.

The two added together are a terrifying number of 600 million jin.

Qingfeng can no longer express his feelings at this moment in words. If he has to use a sentence to describe it, it is that he can fight against heaven and earth at this moment.

The huge arm did not expect Qingfeng to be like this. He could feel that something very different happened to Qingfeng.

But he still said indifferently: "Ants, no matter how powerful they are, can't shake trees."

"Then let me, an ant, shake your big tree today. Today I will kill God."

Qingfeng stood against the wind, and the huge Dharma image opened its mouth and roared, and suddenly the world was filled with the roaring sound.