Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Get away!

Before the cold voice could completely spread, the body of a demon with a body and a bull's head several feet tall was smashed into pieces by a black stream of light and turned into a ball of blood mist.

The blood mist shrouded the place and lingered for a long time.

not far away.

A group of monks, headed by a burly middle-aged man, stared blankly at the stream of light that was about to disappear from their sight, and their eyes could not help but flash with horror.

A great demon just... died?

Someone swallowed involuntarily, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

king?

The burly man's eyes were blank and he murmured.

What, King!

Hearing this, the others shouted in silence.

How come the top powerhouses that are said to be only found in those big countries come to the small Dongshi Country? Logically speaking, is there anything here that can attract the attention of such beings, let alone come in person?

Could it be that within the Dongshi Kingdom... there is a demon born!

A young-looking woman said with some uncertainty, a look of fear suddenly appeared on her face.

No one else spoke.

What the woman said was exactly what they were thinking at the moment.

After all, he is a king who stands at the top of the world.

Without the appearance of demons, such terrifying existences would never have come to their barren Eastern Food Country.

And just as these people were thinking.

But in the distance, behind the jet-black stream of light, a ray of scarlet light slowly emerged from the void, and then directly condensed into a bloody crescent moon magic sword that seemed real and illusory.

The moment the magic knife appeared.

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the sky suddenly turned red.

Wisps of blood-colored unknown divine fire began to spontaneously ignite without wind, and instantly spread into a sea of ​​​​fire.

Between the lightning and flint.

The blood-red magic knife slashed straight towards the black stream of light.

The speed seemed extremely slow, but the distance between the two was closing at an extremely fast speed.

Along with this knife fell.

The sea of ​​blood-red divine fire spreading in all directions also poured back toward the stream of light, giving people a terrifying feeling of the sky falling.

In just a moment, it was completely submerged.

The world suddenly became silent.

Not long after.

The sword light and divine fire gradually dissipated. Disappearing together with it was the jet-black stream of light just now.

Suddenly.

Haha, the big demon's heart core can't be wasted.

A chuckle suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.

I saw a figure covered with illusory and misty fairy light quietly appearing, bending down to pick up the demon core left by the death of the bull-headed demon on the ground, and then stepped out again, completely disappearing without a trace.

After a long time.

The sound of heavy breathing could be heard from the same place.

The burly man stretched out a hand and gently caught a piece of ashes falling from the sky.

It looks like a snowflake, so pretty.

A legendary king fell like this? He didn't even have the slightest strength to resist, and was simply crushed to death.

For a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if what he just saw was an illusion.

only……

The man couldn't help but turn around.

The frightened expression on the face of his companion behind him immediately came into view.

There is no doubt that it was not an illusion, but something that really happened under my nose.

Come to your senses.

His eyes wandered back and forth between the blood mist not far away and the black ashes on his hand.

The burly man suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

Is this considered tit for tat?

But that person is a king after all!

Think of this.

The man couldn't help but recall the yellow-robed figure that had just flashed past, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

What kind of existence does this person have?

It seems that the other party should have taken action just now and directly wiped out a king.

Yellow robe...yellow robe!

Seemingly realizing something, the burly man was horrified and did not dare to continue thinking about it.

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the other side.

After completely getting rid of the entanglement of the six people, Zhang Jingsui hurried on with all his strength and fled straight to the end of the East China Sea.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

Two days later.

He stopped slowly and looked up. A ninety-nine-story magnificent Demon Suppression Tower that was exactly the same as the Demon Suppression Tower in the Million Mountains of Dayin appeared in his field of vision.

The wind howls!

A huge black wave of more than ten feet, carrying a terrifying power like an overwhelming mountain, hit the tower hard.

However, it cannot shake the Demon Suppression Tower even a little bit.

Saw this scene.

Zhang Jing's heart sank, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

This Demon-Suppressing Tower - is actually not covered by the black mist derived from the power of the God of Fortune! Does this mean that the God of Fortune has already come here and swallowed the remains of the God of Lu inside...

Hurry up, hurry up, are you still late?

His eyes dimmed for a while, but he still continued to rush towards the Demon Suppressing Tower without believing in evil.

Time passes slowly.

On a small island with a radius of less than a hundred feet, the Demon Suppression Tower stands majestically, reaching into the sky, exuding a faint ominous aura.

Huge waves set off by strong winds surged past the island again and again, washing away the dark red blood stains on them, as well as the corpses of human monks and demons everywhere.

Tread——

The sound of imperceptible footsteps sounded and disappeared.

Zhang Jing suddenly appeared.

His calm gaze passed over the remains of the corpse little by little, and finally stopped directly on the Demon Suppression Tower with the stone door wide open, unwilling to move away for a long time.

These demons and human monks will not die for more than five days.

He shook his head.

There is no need to go in again.

The God of Fortune had obviously entered it first, and he must have left at this time.

Then one can imagine the fate of the corpse spirit of Lu Shen inside.

What to do next?

A flash of thought flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes.

The method of leaving previously given by the God of Shou has become meaningless with the death of the corpse spirit of the God of Lu.

And that God of Fortune.

After devouring Lu Shen, it was obvious that he had gathered the three paths of happiness, prosperity and longevity.

According to what the longevity god corpse spirit said before, the other party may start to condense half of the Celestial Immortal Dao Fruit, and use this as a guide to gather the other half of the soul, and then be completely resurrected.

As for seizing the body, it needs to be performed at the moment when the soul is intact, so that it can be perfect and flawless.

A certain moment.

Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly became bright.

It doesn't seem to be hopeless!

In such a short period of time, before condensing the Heavenly Immortal Dao Fruit, the God of Good Luck was hindered by the body of Junior Brother Qu Junhou. His cultivation was so great that he was in the Dharma Realm. And with the blessing of the Immortal-Slaying Demon Sword, I may not have a chance.

Since the other party wants to seize the body, it means that he still has to rely on his identity as a Taoist disciple to practice. In other words, he must have the original crystal in his hand to repair the teleportation array.

Zhang Jing thought to himself.

As long as the God of Fortune can be killed, this clone can be saved, and a large amount of original power and innate divine objects can be brought back.

He couldn't help but think of Da Yin's treasure house of misfortunes.

Given the current situation, it is impossible to say that there are countless demon cores and weird objects stored in it every day.

But not before that.

The Taishang Hongye Immortal Killing Demonic Sword must transform into an immortal treasure.

After all, Zhang Jing didn't dare to bet on whether the current cultivation level of 'Qu Junhou would still be in the golden elixir realm.

After taking a deep breath.

He suddenly looked towards the north, a flash of determination in his eyes.

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Before I knew it, half a month had passed.

This day.

Zhang Jing quietly looked at the endless barren wilderness in front of him, with a look of surprise on his face.

Under his feet, there was a clear dividing line visible to the naked eye.

Behind him are thousands of miles of fertile farmland, lush and green, and full of vitality; but in front of him, it suddenly turned into a barren area, covered in ice and snow, with jagged rocks and sparse vegetation.

Kitahara! You really didn't call me the wrong name.

The voice fell slowly.

Zhang Jing didn't hesitate at all and stepped forward. His figure flickered on the ground and disappeared in an instant.

Not long after.

The junction area between Beiyuan and Dayin.

In a tribal gathering place with only a few thousand people.

Daddy, grandma!

A girl who was only four or five years old and wearing a tiger head hat was wiping her tears with her little hands and shouting loudly.

The voice was filled with fear and helplessness.

In her dark pupils, the red light in the sky was reflected, as well as a series of ferocious figures.

Wails, roars, and screams all came together to make it so noisy that it gave people a splitting headache.

Just this moment.

In the face of a life and death crisis, no one will pay attention to such trivial matters anymore.

Everyone was running away in a hurry, desperately avoiding the aftermath of the fight between demons and monks.

In chaos.

A bright yellow fairy light flashed.

Zhang Jing's figure suddenly appeared.

In front of him, a little girl wearing a tiger head hat was lying in a pool of blood, her eyes were extremely dim, and her two bloody little hands were grabbing something randomly.

At the same time, he was still muttering in a low voice: Daddy...Aniang...

The voice gradually weakened.

Zhang Jing knelt down and gently closed her big dark eyes.

next moment.

He slowly stood up, first looked around indifferently, and then his heart moved, and the endless karma that filled the surroundings instantly entered his body continuously, and was swallowed by the Immortal-Slaying Demonic Sword.

His consciousness passed over the demonic sword that kept trembling in his body, and a feeling of being on the verge of breaking through the limit suddenly appeared in his heart.

Zhang Jing was not surprised at all.

Go all the way north from the end of the East China Sea.

on the way.

This immortal-killing demon sword has absorbed and devoured a large amount of karma, and it was made from the innate blood gold essence and the magic of the Taoist scriptures of the gods and demons in the capital, so it is of extremely high quality.

By now, the quality has also changed.

Come to your senses.

Zhang Jing smiled calmly, and immediately a misty fairy light covered his body.

His presence suddenly disappeared.

Only the overwhelming karma is still gathering.

gradually.

The strands of extremely suppressed Qi began to spread little by little, causing many of the fighting demons and monks to stop unconsciously and glance around nervously.

Time passed slowly.

at some point.

Zheng!

A majestic and vast sword cry suddenly sounded in the hearts of everyone.

The bloody karma fire shot straight into the sky.

The sharp scarlet sword light directly cut a dark gap in the void, filled with a deep and destructive aura.