Fortune Teller

The edge of Moro Realm.

The ancient Taoist fought hard, and his violent divine power blended with the formation, landing on the edge of the realm again and again.

Most of the attacks were blocked by Zhu Yan.

The death of Lord Shiman did not affect the combat power of the God Refining Formation. There are still fifty-two reserve sages in the formation. As long as these sages are not completely killed or injured, the foundation of the formation will not be touched.

"Destroy the Moro realm and kill the Taoist protector. If he dares to join forces with Zhu Yan, he is seeking death." A roar came from Gu Pu Taoist's body.

boom!

Gu Pu's fist landed on the edge of the realm, tearing apart millions of miles of void. The violent impact still formed a monstrous wave through the layers of divine formations, shattering a large number of practitioners.

In just a moment, 30% of the Zen disciples died.

"Kill, the more you kill, the better," the golden figure's eyes flashed with indifference, "I have obtained the Ancient Palace of Reincarnation, and my soul is immortal. The more you kill, the more power I can draw."

In the deepest part of the realm, the bronze ancient palace and the purple-gold divine formation blend together. The two powers fit into each other and gradually merge into one.

call!

The breeze swept through the void, and the Moro Realm began to evolve in a certain direction, as if it was becoming independent from the heaven and earth, and seemed to be a world of its own.

With the changes in the realm, the power of the divine formation also began to increase.

The power of the world filled the sky and the earth, blocking the aftermath of the battle between Gu Pu Taoist and Zhu Yan outside the realm.

"This is the Buddha Realm in the palm of your hand...the most precious treasure inherited from the Holy Buddha. It is truly extraordinary."

The golden-painted figure murmured.

The ancient palace of samsara is integrated with the samsara heart array, transforming the entire Moro realm into an independent world, and the guardian is the master of this world.

From today on, whoever he wants can be reincarnated in the Moro realm, and whoever he wants to live forever can live forever.

The power of the world permeates the whole body, protecting him at all times.

The guardian of Zen Buddhism has become a being like a world lord.

"Congratulations, ancestor, the great road will be completed."

Zen Heart, Zang Xiang, Lingyun and many demon guardians knelt down, bowing their heads and worshiping the master of the Buddhist world.

"You all retreat and don't pay attention to the fighting outside."

The golden-painted figure waved slightly, "From today on, Zen Buddhism will exist in the world forever, and you will all follow me for eternity."

"Thank you, ancestor." Everyone kowtowed quickly.

…

"What happened in the Moro Realm?"

In the God Refining Formation, one after another’s eyes fell on the edge of the realm, their expressions mixed with uneasiness and confusion.

A moment ago, the ancient Taoist's punch could shatter a large area of ​​void and seriously injure the Zen Master.

After a moment, he punched with all his strength, but he couldn't even break through the boundary barrier.

Obviously, after the Zen protector got what he wanted, no one could threaten him. Zhu Tianzun had no choice but to kill Zhu Yan.

"Tung Yan, Long Yang, when will Taoist Ximing come out of seclusion?" Zhiming Zhenzhen asked.

"It should be soon."

Zhenzun Long Yang responded in a muffled voice.

Under the cover of the formation, everyone could not clearly see the faces of Dong Yan and Long Yang. At this moment, their faces were ashen, almost desperate.

They know better than anyone else that Taoist Xi Ming has been eroded by the mystery of killing.

Living is just one more demon in the world, and it cannot save the world of cultivation at all, but they did not tell the gods.

Telling it out will only destroy the Eight-Eyed Sect, make Taoist Ximing completely unencumbered, and make his demonic nature even deeper.

"It can be seen from the messages from Yan Su Shi, Geng Yang and others that Taoist Xi Ming still has a trace of conscience. I hope he can fight against Zhu Yan for the sake of the Eight Eyes Sect." Zhenzun Long Yang whispered.

"Even if he is not controlled by the bloody mind, how much strength is left? Don't forget, Taoist Xi Ming's killing method is only at level seven." Dongyan Zhenzhen sighed slightly.

…

Two months later, another sage was killed by the secret curse.

"In just two months, the guardian recovered?"

"It seems that not only the Moro realm has undergone transformation, but also the guardian himself has been greatly improved. He can cast the secret killing curse once every two months. Fifty-two sages will be killed by him in up to nine years. Kill them all."

"There is no other way. We must kill Zhu Yan before the venerables from all sides fall. This is our only chance."

There were constant shouts from deep within the God Refining Formation.

In an instant, the ancient Taoist's face turned cold, and he started to kill the white-haired ape like crazy. However, with only a dozen punches, Zhu Yan retreated to the edge of the Moro Realm, and a large amount of his origin was integrated into his body to make up for the consumption of his divine power.

"It's over!"

All the gods trembled in their hearts.

Supported by the divine power of the Moro Realm, Zhu Yan is nearly immortal and can drag all the sages here to death.

"What should we do now? Escape from this place or continue fighting?" Zhiming Zhenzhen asked anxiously.

"You can't leave. It took a lot of effort to suppress Zhu Yan to this point. Once you leave, all your previous efforts will be wasted."

Tianxing Zhenzun responded quickly, "Zhu Yan is supported by the origin of the Moro Realm, and we also have Taoist Xi Ming. Now there is only one last way to hold on until Tao Xi Ming comes out of seclusion and join hands to deal with Zhu Yan."

"As for the sacrificed venerables... I can make an oath that during my lifetime, I will do my best to lead their reincarnations back to the road."

"Tianxing is right. If you leave now, you will be waiting for death. If you wait until Taoist Xi Ming comes out, it will be much easier to deal with Zhu Yan with his destiny rules."

"This is the last hope."

Everyone spoke one after another.

As for whether Taoist Xi Ming will help... there is no doubt that no one understands the principle of lips dying and teeth falling cold.

"The last hope? Unfortunately, it's just a lie." Dongyan Zhenzhen sighed secretly.

At this point, they can only take one step at a time.

Gu Xiuyun's survival means that the Divine Turtle Ancestral Land and the Black Lock Space are no longer safe. They have no choice but to maintain the God Refining Formation.

…

Time passes slowly.

Every two months, a respected person will die.

Shi Man, Jing Fan, Yu Kong, Passing...

The aura of the ancient Taoists is getting weaker and weaker. Although the formation is still intact, after a long time of fighting, many sages are exhausted, and their soul thoughts and divine power are close to their limits.

In comparison, Zhu Yan had plenty of energy and blood, but was somewhat lacking in divine power.

A group of rabbits, no matter how they cooperate, can never truly become tigers.

…

Black Suo Mountain, Time and Space Palace.

After hundreds of years of tempering, the power of thunder and fire was finally extinguished. Every particle was as bright as a sun star, exuding majestic power.

Countless particles combined and turned into a red figure.

"The first level is indeed much stronger than the early stage of transcendence. The strength has increased several times, and the true energy has become more refined. Especially in the void realm... although it only has a range of ten thousand miles, it can suppress all rules, almost as much as a mountain arm. "

Gu Xiuyun clenched his fists and felt the power in his body.

At this moment, his body is like a small world. Every punch he throws can collapse the void of heaven and earth. If combined with the blessing of his mind and will, it will be even more unimaginable.

"Bai Ze is following the world route, which does not require much mental and willpower. However, at the same time, his domain power is far inferior to the particle route."

"The world's path has gone astray after all. He is not a pure warrior."

"A warrior does not need to rely on external force. Every trace of flesh and blood is extremely tough. One person can wipe out all the heavens and worlds with one punch."

Shit!

The red figure turned his palm into a knife and slashed forward. The tough space was easily torn open, and even the space-time barrier collapsed.

You know, this is the depths of the Time and Space Palace, blessed by the black lock mountain formation, and the stability of the space is far better than that of ordinary void, but it can't resist Gu Xiuyun's casual attack.

Such a powerful body has exceeded the limits of the rules of time and space. Even if the pseudo-realm master personally takes action, he can't even think of changing Gu Xiuyun's body flow rate.

"Is this the power of martial arts?"

"You are so powerful after transcending the first level. What will happen if you reach the third level? What has my human true body experienced that makes my mind and will so strong?"

Bang!

The palace door opened, and the red figure took one step forward and walked directly to the center of the second island.

The Turtle Puppet Beast was giving a eloquent speech, while Qing Shui, Fang Cun and others had their eyes closed, looking indifferent.

"Hey, you got out of seclusion so soon?" Turtle raised his head.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone opened their eyes.

I saw a red figure shrouded in blood-colored airflow, and the outline of the body could be vaguely seen, but other than that, there was no similarity at all with the Taoist Taoist Xi Ming of the past.

"Are you a fellow Taoist who cherishes his life?" Venerable Qingshui looked confused.

"He is not the master."

The master of women's clothing held an ancient mirror and looked into the air with a wary expression. His delicate makeup could not block the rugged aura of the eight-foot tall man.

"Killing spirit?"

Venerable Gengyang frowned, "No wonder Dong Yan and Long Yang said you were dead. Are you Gu Xiuyun, or a puppet of bloody thoughts?"

"If I were a puppet, I wouldn't be standing here right now," Gu Xiuyun shook his head slightly, "Whether it is the path of destiny or the path of killing, I will not forget your kindness. You can rest assured of this."

After hearing this, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The aura of the red figure is more powerful than before the human true body left the Holy World of Samsara. If the opponent wants to take action, he can kill all the venerables with at most two moves.

"Yan Su Shi, when I was in seclusion, I heard Turtle tell me that many sects besieged the Eight-Eyed Sect? Is this possible?" Gu Xiuyun's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Report to the high priest, this is indeed the case."

Yan Sushi bowed slightly, facing the true form of Killing, she felt an inexplicable suffocation, and she no longer had the calmness and closeness of the past.

The killing path has unknowingly changed the nature of the second true body, whether he admits it or not.

At this moment, he is completely different from his human counterpart.

"How's the damage?" The red figure continued to ask.

"Ninety percent of the priests of Tianxingtai have fallen, and 60% of the priests of Yaoritai have fallen," Yan Sushi responded with a bow. "Fortunately, there are many martial arts practitioners in the sect. They had been separated into three places before the war, and some of them were hidden in Lan Chong River. Part of the priest's cave spiritual treasure was hidden deep in the void, thus saving his life."

"If this were not the case, I am afraid that none of the priests in the sect would survive."

Ji Wenshan, Shen Qi and others are all martial arts practitioners and possess the magical power of avatars.

Unless the Venerable takes action personally and bombards them with the power of cause and effect, it will be difficult to kill the remaining clones.

"Ninety percent of the fall of the Tianxing Terrace... 60% of the fall of the Yaori Terrace... Okay, very good, I have recorded this account."

The red figure turned to look at the turtle puppet, his eyes so cold that even this ancient puppet beast trembled a little, "Pindao is already a core disciple, you should understand what this means! From today on, every hundred years, Accept at least ten outer disciples, and you decide how to evaluate them."

"Ten, isn't that too much? Black Suo Mountain was seriously injured and I'm afraid it won't be able to hold on." The turtle shrank its neck and asked cautiously.

"Then three, this is my bottom line." The red figure walked away.

"call!"

The Turtle Puppet Beast breathed a sigh of relief, raised its head, and looked at the venerables with a proud expression, "You have also heard that every hundred years, I will recruit three outer disciples."

"As for the benefits of being an outer disciple, hehe, it's far beyond your imagination..."

On the island, the turtle talked endlessly.

Everyone's expressions changed from shock to desire and expectation...