Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Clone, clone..."

Qu Junhou ignored Zhang Jing beside him and just kept mumbling in a low voice.

Now he finally understood why Senior Brother Zhang Jing did not use the two great means of becoming famous in the Mingye Realm, the Immortal Light of the First Yuan Dynasty and the Taiyi Yi.

The feelings that come with him are just a clone of the other person.

etc! Merely!

Qu Junhou's voice became quieter and quieter, and he looked at the yellow-robed Zhang Jing opposite, as if he had seen a ghost. He suddenly realized that it was the clone in front of him that leapfrogged and killed the God of Fortune, not the main body!

Could it be——

He swallowed, and there was a hint of hope in his voice.

"Senior brother, I dare to ask you, how does this clone compare with the original body?"

"Haha, there might have been wins and losses before, but now..."

Zhang Jing pondered slightly.

He knew very well that at this moment, the main body should have mastered the other great magical powers of the Taishi Yuanjie Evolution World, including the Six Qi of Hunyuan, Shrinking the Earth into an Inch, and the Three Catastrophic Lights.

And once you get started, it means you will get the corresponding skills and characteristics.

The power of the skills and characteristics of these great powers.

Zhang Jing has already learned about the reflection of the river of life, the illusion of mental obstacles, and even the return of karma to its source.

With the blessing of various magical powers and corresponding skill characteristics, he didn't even have to think about it. The strength of the main body must be enough to crush him.

Think of this.

He couldn't help but smile and said frankly:

"Now your physical strength has far surpassed mine. That's why I just said that the curse on you requires his action."

Accompanied by Zhang Jing's words.

The expression on Qu Junhou's face gradually became complicated.

"The original body is actually stronger!"

After a long time.

"Huh——, what's the comparison with this monster? Haven't you extinguished this thought long ago?"

Qu Junhou shook his head and smiled bitterly.

At this moment, the self-satisfaction he felt subconsciously in his heart because he entered the Dharma Realm faster than Zhang Jing quietly disappeared.

The mind returns to reality.

"Please also ask Senior Brother to take action to help Junior Brother delay the curse on his body."

Qu Junhou stood up and said politely with his hands raised, his posture unconsciously lowered than before.

"Junior brother, there is no need to be polite."

Zhang Jing said gently.

…

…

Time passed slowly.

In front of the Demon Suppression Tower.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the howling snowstorm.

"Although Senior Brother Zhang Jing always looks gentle and elegant, when it comes to killing, he is also quite terrifying."

His eyes quickly swept across the ground soaked with demon blood corpses. Qu Junhou's eyes narrowed slightly and his heart suddenly tightened.

Immediately, he looked at Zhang Jing with a smile as if nothing was wrong with him.

"Brother, I have to trouble you to go to the Demon Division headquarters in Dayinjing Town. The teleportation circle we need to go back also needs the origin crystal in the calamity treasure house."

"Junior brother will go to repair the magic circle first."

"Huh? Aren't you going to join me, Junior Brother Qu?" Zhang Jing glanced at the other party in surprise.

The calamity treasure house contains a large number of demon cores and all kinds of strange things.

Although the other party cannot directly absorb and utilize the jade talisman like myself, taking it back to the Xuanhuang Realm can also be exchanged for an extremely terrifying amount of luck.

Even those who are in the Hedao realm will feel excited, let alone Qu Junhou who is in the Dharma phase realm.

Just give up like that for nothing?

aside.

I saw Qu Junhou hurriedly waved his hand, and then said sincerely:

"Senior brother is joking. I am very satisfied if I can survive this time, let alone get the inheritance from the God of Fortune. Speaking of which, it is all my fault that I mistakenly believed the sweet words of the God of Fortune, which put me in danger. Junior brother doesn’t even have time to apologize.”

"That treasury of misfortune, both emotional and rational, should belong to senior brother."

Zhang Jing heard the persistence in the other party's words, so he stopped insisting and could only comfort him in a gentle voice:

"Junior brother, there is no need to blame yourself. After all, the remnant soul of the God of Fortune has lived for a long time, and it is normal for him to be deceived by him."

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…

at the same time.

A ray of light clung to the ground, traveling at high speed among the millions of mountains.

The surrounding scenery passed by quickly.

I saw that the escaping light was sometimes straight, sometimes curved, and sometimes even directly smashed into huge rocks and ancient trees that could not be avoided. It seemed a little panicked.

Escape the light inside.

Astonishingly, he was the old man from the Dayin royal family who first escaped from Zhang Jing.

It's not quite right to say he escaped.

Previously, under the Demon Suppressing Tower, the old man did not dare to fight Zhang Jing. It was precisely because Zhang Jing was under the pressure of the God of Fortune and did not dare to waste time that he was lucky enough to save his life.

Huhu——

The old man kept breathing heavily, his eyes full of panic.

The scene of the tragic death of a noble king kept flashing through his mind, and his whole body was trembling.

The older you get, the more you fear death. This sentence is perfect when applied to the other party.

"It's over! That Zhang Jing doesn't seem to be much weaker than the Lord. The majestic king is no different from an ant in his hands. This time, no matter who wins between him and the Lord, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape death."

"No, we can't just sit back and wait for death. We have to think of a way, think of a way..."

The old man kept thinking in his heart.

A certain moment.

As if he thought of something, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"By the way, the Treasure House of Disaster! While the current two are still fighting dogs in the forbidden area, go and take away the Treasure House of Disaster. The resources inside are enough for cultivation. In the vast night world, as long as they pay attention to the hidden aura, it is impossible for them to find me. "

Think of this.

The old man's escaping light suddenly accelerated, heading straight towards the direction of the capital.

Not long after.

The Demon Division in the capital city, the treasure house of calamity is located in front of the palace gate.

"Your Majesty, no one is allowed to enter without His Majesty's order! Please don't embarrass the villain."

In front of the old man of the royal family.

Marquis Hanshui, who was responsible for staying behind to guard the Demon Suppression Division, could not help but lower his body at this moment and said with sincerity and fear.

And in fear.

He couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart.

Didn't these kings all go to the Beiyuan Forbidden Land to slay demons? Why is it that only the royal king in front of him has returned?

And if he didn't feel wrong.

There seems to be a little panic in the other party's behavior?

And opposite Hanshuihou.

When the old man heard this, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched uncontrollably.

His Majesty ordered... I am afraid that the other party's body has been turned into ashes at this moment. Where do you want him to find that thing?

However, for a mere monk in the princely realm, he didn't want to and didn't have the time to explain so much.

"Get out of the way or die?"

The old man said in a low voice.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

As if he noticed the coldness in the other party's words, Hanshuihou's heart trembled suddenly, but he gritted his teeth and still did not dare to give in.

If you don't retreat, you will die if you die.

But if he gives in, when His Majesty comes back, he will still be greeted by death, and the nine tribes will be wiped out.

Which one is lighter and which one is more serious, Hanshui Hou can still tell clearly.

"Humph, very good!"

The old man snorted coldly and said no more in his anxious mood.

He glanced at Hanshui Hou in front of him, looked straight at the palace door behind him, and immediately stepped out.

All of a sudden.

A dark and terrifying aura that was uniquely king-level and as solid as substance spread out from the old man's body. An unknown wind suddenly blew up and enveloped the entire capital in an instant.

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, there were dull sounds one after another in the capital!

Whether they were ordinary people with no cultivation skills or ordinary practitioners who were aloof, under this huge momentum, they all knelt on the ground uncontrollably, their hearts trembling.

The power of the king is fully displayed at this moment!

However, the old man was in no mood to pay attention to this scene.

Tread——

Accompanied by a burst of gentle footsteps.

He stepped directly over Han Shuihou who was lying on the ground and could not move, and walked towards the palace in front of him step by step, with a burning look in his eyes.

But the next moment.

"Haha, our ancestor did not follow His Majesty to suppress the restricted area, but instead returned privately and went straight to the treasure house of disaster. What is his intention?"

A sneer suddenly sounded.

Then the palace door slowly opened, and a black-robed king with a stern face walked out.

"King Li Xing?"

The moment he saw the black-robed king, a trace of surprise flashed across the old man's face: "Weren't you dead back then?"

"Thanks to His Majesty's care, I was lucky enough to survive."

The black-robed monarch cupped his hands towards the north and said with a serious smile:

"There is no longer King Li Xing in the world. I am just your Majesty's shadow. I am now ordered to guard the treasure house of calamity. No one is allowed to enter without your Majesty's order. My ancestors should please come back."

"You are His Majesty's elder, and I don't want to fight with you."

"King Li Xing, let me tell you the truth. Your Majesty has fallen. Except for me, all the kings who have gone to Beiyuan have also fallen."

The old man sighed, a flash of fear in his eyes.

"Once the winner is determined between those two, both of us will not escape death. While there is still time, run away for your life. The worst is, you and I will share the contents of this disaster treasure house equally."

at this critical juncture.

The old man did not want to fight with a king of the same level. After all, he is not those two people, and he does not have the strength to wipe out king-level existences casually.

The key is that he cannot give up the treasure house of disaster.

With the destruction of the three forbidden areas, the demons in the outside world are almost extinct. As for him practicing the way of demons, without the support of demon resources, his cultivation will inevitably retreat, and he may even fall from the king level.

At his current age, once his cultivation level drops, death is the only way to go.

"It's really weird. How did we agree to that person to eradicate the three forbidden areas of demons?"

While thinking about it, the old man suddenly felt a little puzzled.

For their demon monks, how is this move different from digging their own foundation?

opposite.

"What! His Majesty has fallen, and many kings have fallen? How is this possible!"

The black-robed king's pupils were trembling, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

at the same time.

Han Shuihou, who was lying on the ground in a panic, felt a chill in his heart after hearing the shocking news.

"Both are dead...those two exist!"

A figure in yellow robe flashed before his eyes involuntarily.

"What about King Li Xing? In this situation, the only thing you and I can do is to take the disaster treasure house and run away."

The voice of the royal old man sounded again.

However.

After reacting, the black-robed king's face returned to a cold look, and he said in a cold tone:

"I have been ordered by Your Majesty to guard the Treasure House of Disaster. Without an order, no one is allowed to enter, unless...step over my body! Since Your Majesty has fallen, I cannot disobey his orders."

There was a hint of will to die in his voice.

"Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid of death?" The old man from the royal family was stunned for a moment, then asked in disbelief.

"I've already died once."

The black-robed king said calmly.

"Can't be accommodating?"

"We should follow His Majesty and die!"

"If that's the case, then you...just die."

The words just fell.

The old man directly waved his palm and slapped the black-robed king in front of him. On the withered arm, scales suddenly sprouted from under the skin, entwined with a deep madness and evil spirit, which was breathtaking.

boom--

The black-robed king also punched out, instantly punching through the void, and faced the old man's clutches without any fear.

Neither of them had the slightest reservation, both were fighting for their lives.

The aftermath of the powerful force surged in all directions, flooding half of the capital in an instant.

Houses collapsed one after another, and the bluestones paved on the ground were either broken or thrown into the air, and then fell down hard.

Leaving behind puddles of scarlet traces in the city.

For a while.

Screams and wails joined together.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Dayin Capital City has become a ruin. Only the magnificent Demon Suppressing Division is still standing tenaciously despite the two deliberately avoiding it.

at some point.

On top of the broken city wall.

"Interesting, I didn't expect to meet him again here."

His eyes swept over the two figures that kept flashing and colliding, and a faint smile couldn't help but appear on Zhang Jing's face.

The next moment.

He took one step forward, crossed the void, and walked straight towards the Demon Suppressing Division.

There was no intention of hiding his figure.