The Great Talisman

Yang Sanyang had a headache at this time. The Demon Ancestor was reluctant to come out of Zhuxian's Four Swords. What can he do?

With the Four Swords of Zhu Xian inhabited by the Demon Ancestor, he didn't dare to use it at will. If the Demon Ancestor suddenly violent at a critical moment, it would be a small thing if it broke, and it would be a big one if he missed his life.

The Demon Ancestor is now determined to be a rogue to the end, to endure Yang Sanyang to death, what should Yang Sanyang do?

What can he do?

He is also very helpless!

"Can the fairy teach me now?" Yang Sanyang stared at Zhuxian Four Swords in front of him, and his words were full of helpless sighs.

"The true spirit of the demon ancestor is placed in it. Unless he himself is willing to ignite the true spirit in it, who can force it out?" Taiyin Fairy's words were still deserted: "However, the four swords of Zhuxian are ominous things, and the killing is too serious. It hurts the sky. If you are willing, you might as well destroy it, or you can severely injure a strand of true spirit of the Demon Ancestor, which is the best of both worlds.

"This is the innate treasure, it contains innate **** forbidden, not to mention it is me, even a saint can't destroy it!" Yang Sanyang's words were full of far-fetched words, and his voice was full of reluctance.

What can he do?

The treasures of my own body, Taiji Tu and Yuruyi, are more defensive and functional magic weapons. Only the Four Swords of Zhuxian are truly great killers, and the master's way of killing is a rare treasure.

Fairy Taiyin stopped speaking when he heard this, and Yang Sanyang couldn't bear to punish the four swords of the immortal. What could she do?

In fact, to be herself, she was afraid that she couldn't bear to kill the treasure like this.

This treasure is more than that of Killing Guns!

Although the Killing Spear is the main killing avenue, it does not contain the innate **** forbidden, and it cannot be compared with Zhuxian Four Swords at all.

"Magic Ancestor, you come out and let's make a discussion. If you have any conditions, you can open it. If I can help you, I will never refuse" Yang Sanyang put down the flask and whispered to Zhuxian Sijian in front of him.

Without responding to Yang Sanyang's words, the four swords of Zhuxian were silent, and it seemed that there had never been a true spirit of the Demon Ancestor.

Who understands the suffocation of the Mozu?

The innate treasure, the great mill of the world, which is good for life, has been refined by others, not to mention that he is not the first master?

Besides, he claims to be the lord of the great free demon, who can see through the hearts of the world, but is deceived from the sword of self-punishment with such a bad strategy. How do you tell him to see people?

Yang Sanyang exhausted his tongue and spoke dryly, constantly surrounding Zhuxian's Four Swords to persuade the Demon Ancestor, but the Demon Ancestor did not respond, and just treated it as a deaf ear, letting him nag.

"The Demon Ancestor, the Four Swords of Zhuxian are your main body. If you are in a hurry, I will seal the Four Swords of Zhuxian forever and suppress them under the Kunlun Mountains, so that you can never turn over!" Yang Sanyang yelled at the Four Swords of Zhuxian. Scream.

"Hehe, ancestor, part of my true spirit is fused with the twelfth-rank black lotus. Even if you seal the four swords of Zhuxian, what can you do? Although this treasure is my real body, my real body is not this treasure. Hei Lian is also my real body!" The devil ancestor's mocking words came from Zhuxian's Four Swords, an angry Yang Sanyang's face was red, but he didn't know what to do.

"I have limited time now. I only have time for a meeting element to try my best to resolve the calamity in the body, but I don’t have time to grind with the demon ancestor here. I don’t want to talk about it because I have delayed time, but I’m doing useless work. It’s better to think about it. Ways to resolve the calamity!" Yang Sanyang's thoughts flowed.

The Demon Ancestor wanted a Huiyuan Nei to kill himself, and then inherited his own four Zhuxian Swords. As long as he could survive the calamity before his eyes, all the demon Ancestor's plans could be frustrated.

When I was pondering in my heart, suddenly a qi machine in the chest churned, and an infinite qi machine in the chest of the Taiqing Faxiang in the fixed state rose, and then the bright sun burst, illuminating the infinite fixed state void, even illuminating the back The world of nothingness.

The sky is falling chaotically, and the ground is springing up with golden lotus. The infinite nectar was sprinkled out of thin air, and all was poured into the fixed state. At this time, the countless leaves of Amitabha, who were transformed into willow branches, opened one after another, devouring the sky full of nectar crazily, and then the seedlings of the congenital willow branches turned out to be naked. The visible speed grows, and between the fingers of the finger, it transforms into a holding thickness, a width of a width, and even a weeping willow that plunges into the sky, covering the void of stability in a radius of thousands of miles.

In the void, new branches of willow and willows filled the air, with endless artistic conceptions flowing on them, and endless auras bursting out of them, and the power of innate divine writings, laws, and the power of space fluctuated endlessly.

At this time, the infinite nectar is like a pouring rain, constantly moistening the void of concentration and moistening the innate willow tree. I saw three thousand auxiliary branches derive from the main trunk of the willow tree, and the three thousand auxiliary branches flowed in the ripples of the spatial law, and there was a congenital space avenue brewing on it, and then there were three thousand branches on each auxiliary branch, the three thousand branches. But there are endless branches and leaves on it.

Looking from a distance, I saw that all the willow branches have been shrouded in divine glory, completely transformed into a group of dazzling divine light, the infinite divine literary circulation within the divine light, it is a group of innate divine literary composition completely composed of innate divine light Light.

Then the divine light distorted and transformed into a white-robed young monk, all the sky-covered visions were all reduced, and Amitabhas a little more ethereal flavor out of thin air, seeming to merge with the infinite universe.

He is endless emptiness, endless emptiness is him.

Nirvana is complete!

With the help of nectar, the branches of poplars and willows are just a few breaths, and it takes tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, to complete the journey.

In the next moment, Amitabha's figure distorted and turned into a Huangzhongli, standing in the void and singularity, about to absorb the nectar of the sky, but at this time the nectar of the sky had stopped abruptly.

"Great goodness!" The Taiqing saint suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of divine light appeared in his eyes, and a group of bright rays of light continued to flow in his chest: "Cheng! The saint's Dafa has been proved, and it is not enough to be afraid."

The next moment, I saw the sage of the Taiqing flick his fingers, and the infinite glow on his chest suddenly turned into colored silk and flew out, crossing the void and setting, and directly submerged in Yang Sanyang's soul.

Endless information, accompanied by the mighty voice of the sky, roared and boiled in the Yang Sanyang Yuanshen.

"set!"

At the critical moment, Yang Sanyang's heart moved, Tai Chi diagram suppressed all things, fixed the turbulence in the soul, and fixed the infinite information.

Then, time freezes, and Yang Sanyang is completely silent.

One year, two years, three years...

In a rush for five thousand years, Yang Sanyang was completely immersed in the profound meaning of the infinite heaven, unable to extricate himself.

The peach blossom forest in Houshan was deadly silent, with only a faint fragrance, and occasionally peach blossoms fell. When three feet away from Yang Sanyang, the hairpin on his head flashed a divine light, blowing away the peach blossoms.

On this day, I saw Yang Sanyang slowly opening his eyes, and there was a touch of disbelief in his eyes: "This is the supreme law!"

Yang Sanyang's eyes were full of disbelief, and a touch of horror appeared in his eyes: "The Dafa of "Splitting the Three Corpses"!"

Cut the three corpses, go to worry, see the true self, and be true to the Tao. This is the avenue of the saints. By cutting extreme goodness, extreme evil, and ego attachment, you can be in harmony with the Tao and see the magic of mixing elements.

"Three corpses is rectified!...It's just that this method requires the magical realm of Da Luo to be able to comprehend. Even if I use this method, I can't practice it!" Yang Sanyang suddenly calmed down in excitement, his eyes showed a touch of force. .

Yes, I am only in the Golden Immortal realm, and I am still a thousand miles away from True God Daluo, even if I have the Three Corpse Slaying Law, I can't practice.

If you can't cultivate, and you can't get rid of this calamity, will it still be a dead end then?

Still a dead end?

What can he do?

He is also very helpless!

"Lang Jun seems to have figured out a way to crack it, and then what difficulties did he encounter?" Taiyin Fairy's soft words sounded in his ears.

"There is indeed a way out of the catastrophe, but it still needs to be discussed carefully, and then deliberate, and then make a decision!" Yang Sanyang's words revealed a dignified touch: "Trouble the goddess to protect the law for me!"

After speaking, Yang Sanyang sank into the fixed state again, only to see that Amitabha had turned into an innate phoenix tree, preparing for a new Nirvana.

On one side, the Shangqing and Taiqing Faxiang stood in the void at this time, and their respective Faxiang sat there solemnly.

As if feeling Yang Sanyang's distress, Taiqing Faxiang suddenly smiled slightly: "The Three Corpse Fa-rectification has come out. As long as the Daoist decapitates the evil corpse, all the calamity can be resolved, why bother to frown?"

Yang Sanyang shook his head and was about to speak, but he heard the Qing Faxiang smile suddenly: "Are fellow Taoists worrying about not being able to cultivate in the Three Corpses Sect Correction?"

Yang Sanyang nodded repeatedly. At this time, he also felt that he could not be treated with common sense. He never dared to neglect the slightest, and said quickly: "Please teach me, please!"

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" He heard the Qing Faxiang smile slightly: "This matter is not worth mentioning. It is not difficult for Taoists to practice this Three Corpse Slayer Dafa. "

"Also ask Taoist friends to teach me!" Yang Sanyang said quickly.

"I am you, and you are me. I have the realm of saints, but you don't have any reason!" Shangqing Faxiang smiled lightly: "The Daoist only needs the soul to be in harmony with me, and naturally there will be the realm of holy way. , Fellow Daoists just treat me as your evil corpse and cut it out. With my help, it is not difficult for you to cut the corpse."

Yang Sanyang was stunned when he heard the words. For a moment, his brain was short-circuited, and he couldn't figure out the key points. If the corpse is beheaded, will the Shangqing sage be his own evil corpse Daluo true god, or a Hunyuan sage?

Slashing the corpse is the Wonderland of Daluo. When the time comes, will his evil corpse be promoted to a saint, or the Shangqing saint will be demoted to the real fairy of Daluo by himself cutting Hunyuan Daoguo?

It seems that I felt Yang Sanyang’s doubts, but saw the sage of the Shangqing smile: "Now my holy way is no more than an empty shell. It would be better to seal myself and go with fellow Daoists. Turn into a corpse, reincarnated from death It’s a good thing to really come to this world and feel the laws of this world. With the Amitabha protector, you don’t need to worry too much.”

Yang Sanyang seems to understand but does not understand, but now that he has a choice?