Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

The dark Demon Suppression Tower was reflected in blood red.

The ice and snow melted, and the sky and the earth became the same color.

Even the eternally frozen soil became scorched black.

The scorching red fire ignited blazingly, seeming to burn out the entire world that had fallen into madness.

It's just a ray of sword light, and he died like that. How is it possible?

The young man from the East China Sea countries murmured in disbelief.

While the steps kept retreating.

His eyes unconsciously fell not far in front of him.

Lying there quietly was a wild man wearing a tiger skin, with blazing bloody divine fire spreading wantonly on his body, and he was about to turn into ashes.

The arrogance of this person before was still vivid in his mind.

However, only a few breaths passed and it had already turned into a corpse.

The ferocious knife mark on the opponent's chest, as well as the strange giant ax in his hand that was cut into two pieces, seemed to silently tell how terrifying the attack he had just suffered was.

Buzz!

There was another sound of a sword that penetrated the sky and the earth, falling into the man's ears, like a life-threatening magic sound coming from the underworld.

He raised his head with difficulty, and a ray of brilliant sword light entwined with bloody divine fire grew larger and larger in his sight. Wherever it passed, a long, dark and deep crack was cut into the void.

There is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid it!

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly became silent.

An indescribable terror suddenly gripped the man's heart.

He stared blankly at the terrifying sword light that was as high and vast as the way of heaven, and a hint of despair could not help but appear in his eyes.

As expected of the Lord's senior brother! It turns out that there are really terrifying existences in the world that can rival the Son of Destiny...

After actually seeing Zhang Jing take action.

He finally understood where the fear and uneasiness of the Great Yin Kings came from. Unfortunately, this awakening came too late.

Why do you want to get involved in this kind of thing?!

The moment before losing consciousness.

The figure in yellow clothes strolling in the clouds came into view, and a deep sense of regret suddenly arose in the man's heart.

the other side.

Ancestor, something doesn't seem right!

This person's strength may...may be far beyond our previous expectations.

The royal man who shrank at the end struggled to look away from the ashes all over the place, then looked at his ancestors and said tremblingly.

At this time, his heart was filled with fear.

Only ten breaths had passed, and more than ten king-level beings had fallen into Zhang Jing's hands.

Judging from the relaxed look on the other side, it seemed that killing the king was no different to him than killing a chicken or a dog.

How could such a majestic king-level being, who stands at the top of the Night Realm, be reduced to such a situation?

There was a hint of sadness in the heart of the royal man for no reason.

When did this earth-shaking change begin?

It seems to be the Lord and his senior brother when they appear! But where did these two people come from?

And on the opposite side.

Hear the sound.

The old man suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes slowly swept over the faces of the group of people gathered around him, and then he shouted sharply:

Don't hold back, come together, surround him and kill him! Otherwise we will all die today!

The moment the sound fell.

The figures of all the kings in Dayin couldn't help but tremble. Immediately you looked at me, and I looked at you, as if they were awakened by this voice, and a trace of determination suddenly flashed in their eyes.

The ancestors are right, we have no escape route today! Only by killing this person can we have a chance to survive. You... don't want to face the Lord's wrath either.

As soon as these words came out.

The image of a three-headed emperor giant suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and their hearts suddenly felt cold.

They unconsciously looked at the figure in yellow.

Instead of facing the Lord who has become a god, this person is better to deal with.

Fight him directly!

Someone shouted through gritted teeth.

Dozens of figures suddenly turned into streams of light, and the terrifying auras intertwined into one, heading straight towards the figure holding the scarlet crescent moon sword on the opposite side.

However.

What greeted them was a horizontal slash from Zhang Jing.

Along with the buzzing sound of the knife, a bloody sun suddenly appeared on the ground, emitting endless light and heat.

boom!

Dozens of figures flew backwards in an instant, and the bloody karma fire on their bodies was spreading rapidly, melting bones and burning marrow, burning gods and burning souls, it was extremely domineering.

In situ.

His eyes moved away from the crowd of figures struggling and wailing on the ground, and then fell on an old figure who was quickly escaping into the distance.

A faint smile flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes.

Old guy, he runs pretty fast.

Finished.

As if realizing something, he looked at the ashes that were already covering the ground, and a strange look appeared on his face unconsciously.

The monks in this world practice the way of demons, and their karma has penetrated deep into their bones and souls.

The higher your cultivation level, the more profound your accumulated karma will be.

Especially when he reaches the king level, in his eyes, he is a walking source of karma, and the red lotus karma is ablaze.

It's bad luck for these people.

He ran into Zhang Jing, who owned the Taishang Hongye Immortal-killing Demonic Sword.

If it were a normal Dharma phase state, I might not be able to deal with it so easily. Similarly, if it were someone else, I wouldn't be able to kill them so easily. After all, there is a saying that the vitality of the king-level monks of the Demon Dao is really Terrifyingly strong.

Zhang Jing thought to himself.

Subsequently.

His eyes flashed, and without a moment's hesitation, he walked slowly towards the Demon Suppression Tower.

A heart lifted quietly.

The next thing to face is the God of Fortune, the remnant soul of an old antique that participated in the battle to establish the human clan in the Xuanhuang Realm, and now it has devoured the remains of the God of Shou and God of Lu.

Qu Junhou, who is possessed by him, has a high probability of breaking through in cultivation and entering the Dharma Realm.

His strength is far beyond what the so-called ‘kings’ outside can compare to.

As for the old man who escaped.

Zhang Jing couldn't care anymore. After all, if he entered the forbidden area a moment later, the God of Fortune's strength might increase by one point.

…

…

Time passed little by little.

First floor, second floor, third floor...

The Demon Suppression Tower was silent, with only the sound of Zhang Jing's footsteps echoing in it.

The ninety-ninth floor is also the deepest level.

Zhang Jing slowly stopped and looked straight at the tightly closed stone door in front of him, with a trace of uneasiness appearing on his face involuntarily.

He took a deep breath.

The icy cold air with a hint of fishy smell poured into the lungs, and a bone-piercing chill instantly filled the whole body.

Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly returned to clarity.

The Immortal-Slaying Demonic Sword quietly appeared in his right hand, and began to brew a deep blade light. The Karma Fire wrapped around it began to shrink and solidify under his control, and then compressed again.

finally.

The karma fire began to show a dark red color, and there was a faint and extremely disturbing aura.

What you should face, you can't escape after all. This time, it depends on you and me, who can really get out of the dark night world.

He smiled, then strode to the stone door, and pushed it open with his left hand.

A burst of intense light flashed before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, three overlapping loud sounds exploded in his ears.

Haha, Senior Brother Zhang Jing, Junior Brother has been waiting for you for a long time.

That is--

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

What caught his sight was a huge figure six hundred feet tall, wearing a crown and imperial robes. Behind him, a three-color throne stood majestically, exuding a majestic and sacred aura.

And under the feet of this emperor, there is a vast and endless aurora magnetic sea. There is a faint feeling that it will overlap with the real world and come to the world.

In the Yuan Magnetic Sea, every turbulence of the waves will make the void of reality tremble.

Three heads and three faces, the emperor's crown, the emperor's robe, sitting on the throne, holding Ruyi in his hand, stepping on the aurora magnetic sea... What kind of ghostly appearance is this?

Looking at this statue, which is nondescript, but reveals a terrifying appearance of supreme and noble energy.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart.

However, a trace of solemnity could not help but flash in his eyes.

The other party's state of attainment is still expected.

It's just that... the power of the Dharma achieved exceeded his expectations.

Trouble!

Zhang Jing's heart sank, but his expression did not change at all.

I saw him looking up at Qu Junhou who was not far across the way, and said with a smile:

God of Fortune, how about making a deal? I promise to help you keep the secret of your capture of Junior Brother Shequ, and even cover it for you. The condition is that you let me out.

After a pause, Zhang Jing persuaded again:

God of good fortune, please think carefully about it. Even if I die in this world, a teacher will reverse the course of time and take me out of the past years. By then, no matter how well you hide or run, Even if you are far away, you can’t escape the destruction of both body and soul.”

Hear these words.

Hahaha, don't worry, senior brother Zhang Jing.

The three heads of the emperor's Dharma-image laughed loudly, and then said in unison:

You can't die! We will become one, haha~

Really! Zhang Jing's voice suddenly turned cold.

The words have not yet fallen.

He held the magic knife tightly in his right hand and slashed directly at the opponent's three heads.

In an instant, the scarlet sword light that had been condensed to the extreme suddenly burst out, carrying a hint of the terrifying sword intent of killing immortals and gods, spreading directly to infinity, splitting the sky into two halves in an instant.

Above the sword light.

The dark red karma fire drew the dense karma that filled the sky, and suddenly began to surge, as if it was going to burn all tangible and intangible things.

The sky and the earth turned red in an instant.

at the same time.

A trace of karmic fire also began to ignite in the incomplete soul of the God of Fortune, like a tarsal bone, which could not be shaken off no matter what He did.

ah--

The God of Fortune cried out in pain unconsciously, and the six eyes that looked at Zhang Jing turned blood red.

The Way of Karmic Fire, you are the Supreme Master of the Seven Desires - the secret realm of the proud clouds!

It seems that he has figured something out.

A hint of fear suddenly flashed in the God of Fortune's eyes, but in an instant, it was replaced by a look of madness.

Hey, secret, you must have a big secret! Otherwise, how could you practice the Karma Fire Way of the Seven Desires Supreme Master with your foundation-building realm cultivation?

Zhang Jing, hand over the secret and I will let you go, how about that?