I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 96 Killing with one sword, the magic of immortality
Thousands of thunderbolts shook the fields, and lightning flashed in all directions.

A world made of thunder and lightning seemed to be piercing through the sky and the earth. Controlled by nine god-like shadows, it caused endless thunder to fall towards the ants shrouded in azure light.

Giant trees grow, holding up the sky.

The ancient visions of the two legends reappeared and were cleverly combined. The vast blue sky contained endless thunder and lightning with the power to encompass all things.

Rumble.

The power of thunder and lightning, which coexists with vitality and destruction, was subdued under the control of the vast blue sky. After being smelted by the blue sky, it lost its violence and murderous intent, and turned into soft wind and drizzle all over the sky, just like the rain falling from all over the sky, nourishing the plants, trees and spiritual plants to prosper and grow, revealing Vitality, like a paradise, lasts forever.

The successive killing thunderbolts were blocked, and the phantoms of the nine gods who controlled the world let out thunderous roars and personally killed them, hoping to suppress the ants that dared to defy God's will.

The nine gods are formed by thunder and lightning, which can be called thunder spirits. They are not human-like. They are like dragons and phoenixes, tigers roar, turtles roar, snakes hiss and rocs, as if the legendary beasts of heaven and earth have reappeared, and their power is extremely powerful.

Fu Jin was bathed in the thunder light, nourished by endless vitality, his flesh, flesh and bone marrow were transformed, his body was radiant, and he was covered with sunlight. He looked at the thunder god who was killing him above and opened his mouth to shout.

A green light divine rainbow, as powerful as a dragon, shot out, soared high into the sky, and swayed downwards like a majestic sword energy shaped like the vast Milky Way. It was so majestic and sharp that it split the sky and drowned all the gods.

Under such sword energy, the seemingly powerful phantom of the god had no power to fight back. It roared and was rolled back to the green rainbow where its true form appeared.

This is an ancient three-foot sword.

The whole body is made of cyan metal, and the sword body is covered with layers of flowing water ripples like wings, making it look like a flying fairy.

"Fathering green gold?"

"A sword embryo made entirely of feathered lapis lazuli."

"This is the supreme divine object, the ultimate embryo."

The majestic sword light, like a real dragon emerging from the sea, attracted the attention of countless people. After seeing its true form, they could no longer bear it and exclaimed in surprise.

This is an immortal golden artifact used to refine extreme weapons, and even the ancient emperors would be tempted by it.

Fu Jin's gaze remained unchanged, and he activated the sword embryo that he had recently refined with divine pattern chains and blood essence essence sacrifices, and pointed its sharp edge directly at the world of thunder and lightning that was about to disappear.

呲la.

The feathered sword body seemed to have a spiritual response, like a true cyan dragon, tearing the membrane of the world and coming to the center of thunder and lightning. A shallow ""-shaped origin rune appeared on the sword body, emitting a terrifying devouring force.

In front of the avenue rune deduced from this gossip, the gradually illusory world of thunder and lightning turned into thousands of thunder and lightning uncontrollably, and was swallowed up by the rune like a whale drinking water. Not a single bit remained, and the world of thunder and lightning disappeared completely.

The thunder has dissipated, the clouds have disappeared, the sun is shining across the sky, and the sky and earth have returned to clarity.

On the ruins of the underground palace, the feathered sword embryo hangs in the sky. The two ancient visions of Fujin and the outside of the body are combined, and he realizes the changes that have occurred in himself, as well as the new feelings of the four-pole realm.

The four-pole realm symbolizes a major transformation for every practitioner, and the same is true today.

The vision of the eternal blue sky in his own bloodline was completely inspired, the vision of the sacred tree of Jianmu bred by the immortal body, and the unique magical power of the immortal body that was irrigated and cultivated together with it.

The four-pole secret realm monks cultivate their limbs and initially have the ability to influence space.

This kind of transformation and improvement has made his strength a qualitative leap. Even when facing these young leaders from big religions and holy places, he is confident and not afraid at all.

"Are you Fu Jin?"

As the protagonists of this era between heaven and earth, these geniuses from all walks of life were forced to become spectators during this trip to the underground palace to find the hidden treasure, witnessing the birth of a protagonist with their own eyes.

Breaking through the four extremes can cause heavenly catastrophe. Such peerless qualifications are rare even in the past history.Those who left records among them are all those who will achieve great success in the future, and even those who have reached the pinnacle of enlightenment.

After subconsciously comparing myself with it, a sense of sadness arose in my heart, like "the waves behind push the waves ahead, and the waves in front die on the beach", followed by deep jealousy.

The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion, whose glory was overshadowed by the late Saint in the sect and lost all his glory, finally couldn't hold back anymore and took the lead in attacking Fu Jin.

A question made many people get rid of their mixed feelings. After remembering the purpose of their visit, the bitterness and jealousy turned into substantial murderous intent.

After being washed by lightning, Fu Jinyi's appearance could no longer be maintained, and he regained his youthful and handsome appearance. He stood tall and tall in the sky, with his sleeves swaying in the wind. He had a majestic and free and easy temperament, which made him look particularly special. Dazzling, said:
"I am Fu Jin, who are you?"

Ever since the emperor's blood essence broke through the shackles and merged into his own tempered blood, Fu Jin had a coercion accompanying him, but he deliberately restrained it on weekdays, making it difficult for outsiders to feel it.

But now that he has passed through the catastrophe, he is full of vitality, and the pressure is hard to hide. A casual glance in his eyes doubled the pressure on the Holy Son of Purple Mansion. He felt like facing the oppression of the peerless king, his cheeks were almost sweating, and his mind was even more tense. Shocked, I have the urge to bow down to the ground.

Such a scene made many people look strange.

"You black-hearted boy, the god in the underground palace was swept away by you, right?" Duan De, who transformed into a righteous Taoist priest, felt sulky. Seeing that this boy was so good at pretending, he immediately jumped out and broke the oppressive atmosphere.

"It turns out I met an acquaintance." Fu Jin smiled:

"Long time no see, how come Master Duan De is hanging out with these people? Is he trying to find out the situation in advance to prepare for future grave digging and robbing?"

Duan De.

This reputation is much greater than that of Fu Jin before, although it is mostly infamous and infamous.

Zhao Yanran, the saint of Wanchu who was on the same side, exclaimed and looked at the round-faced Taoist priest with murderous intent in her eyes.

In the Wanchu Holy Land, the ancestor's tomb was dug up by the opponent not long ago.

How could she endure it when her enemy was in front of her?
"This is definitely a provocation, beautiful saint, don't listen to this white-faced boy, he has a very dark heart." Duan De's heart skipped a beat and he quickly denied it.

Anyway, he used secret techniques to disguise himself, and it was impossible to see through it with ordinary means.

Zhao Yanran hesitated.

But at this moment, the young Taoist priest named "Zhengde" next to the round-faced Taoist priest suddenly used some secret technique and exerted divine power with both hands. Without the former's precautions, he hit the opponent.

A divine light fell, and the little Taoist priest with a round face disappeared, replaced by a fat Taoist priest with a red face and a bloated body.

How could Zhao Yanran forget this look? She screamed, her beautiful eyes full of viciousness, waved a large piece of divine light, held the divine sword, and killed Duan De.

"I am going to kill you."

Duan De was caught off guard and was startled. When he felt the changes in himself, his expression changed drastically. He looked at the young Taoist priest and said in shock:

"Origin technique?"

Before he could answer, he saw Saint Wanchu rushing toward her. He quickly backed away and shouted:
"Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding. Don't forget your purpose."

Saint Wanchu chased Duan De, but the others did not forget their original purpose.

"Hand over the god."

"That's not what you deserve."

"Otherwise, one's life cannot be saved."

Several sinister voices rang out from the crowd, constantly provoking and exuding murderous intent, but did not take action.

After all, they had witnessed the scene of the tribulation just now, which was enough to prove that the man in front of them was by no means a mediocre person.

King Xiaopeng, a young king from the Tianpeng tribe, raised his brows, his eyes revealed evil aura, and golden light surged from his body, as if he was about to take action.Whoosh whoosh.

Rays of golden light shot out from the body and swept from behind like a killing sword. Under the astonished eyes of several people, they cut off their heads.

Blood spurted out, his head rolled down, and his eyes were still filled with confusion until he died.

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King had blond hair and a tall figure. Several blood-stained golden lights floated behind him, making him even more extraordinary. He said coldly:

"Although these flies are somewhat annoying, they also say what I want to say.

"Hand over Shen Zang and Jian Fei."

Golden light flourished behind him, and hundreds of thousands of endless golden killing swords emerged from behind, causing everyone to retreat.

"Who can not be tempted by the Nine Secrets of Immortal Art?"

The god king from the Jiang family had his head and body covered by iron armor. When the voice came, endless divine radiance overflowed from his body, just like the king of gods walking in the world.

The Holy Son of Shaking Light remained silent, like a golden divine sun, silently blocking the other side of Fu Jin. He said nothing and only looked at it with his eyes.

But Fu Jin clearly sensed the murderous intent and endless greed in his eyes.

Not only does he want to seize the divine treasure, but he also wants to conquer the original power of this unknown physique.

Unconsciously, two figures, one demon and three figures formed a tripod around him, blocking all escape routes.

"Are the Ji family's divine bodies also going to take action?" Fu Jin looked at Ji Haoyue who was not far away.

The bright moon behind Ji Haoyue was shining brightly. He frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, and asked:
"Are there nine secrets in the divine treasure?"

"There is no Nine Secrets, there is only an ancient scroll that records the information of the Nine Secrets." Fu Jin turned his right hand, and an ancient animal skin scroll appeared in his hand, attracting everyone's attention.

"Do you want it?"

Looking at Fu Jin's unconcerned expression, Ji Haoyue seemed to have some realization. She took a deep look at the former, then turned into a divine rainbow and left:

"Next time we meet, let's compete."

The sound came from afar, not only Ji Haoyue was leaving, but many disciples and elders of the Ji family were also retreating.

"The information about the Nine Secrets is here, who else wants it?" Fu Jin stood among the crowd, shouting like thunder.

Disciples of the Yaoguang Holy Land, Dayan Holy Land, Zifu Holy Land, Daoyi Holy Land, Five Elements Palace, Disillusionment Palace, and many powerful disciples of the demon clan, all moved together, surrounding the outer circle and three figures in the inner circle. Blockades were formed, like a dragnet, trying to seize the treasure by force.

"it is good."

Fujin leaned against the Jianmu Sacred Tree, with the eternal blue sky above his head, and his eyes flashed with divine light, sweeping over these people.

As the successors of various religions and the Holy Sons of the Holy Land, many of these people have already reached the Four Extremes Secret Realm, and the rest are mostly monks at the fourth and fifth levels of the Tao Palace. They can be called the strongest young generation in the world.

However, now, a coalition is forming in front of him.

Although the purpose of these people was mostly the so-called "divine treasure", such a scene still made the blood in his body that had been cold for a long time burn brightly, and a burst of heroic spirit surged out, making him uncomfortable.

"Come on together."

After saying this, the giant tree rose sharply and the blue sky filled the air. Under the pressure of many opponents, Fu Jin did not dodge and chose to take the lead.

"Do it."

"kill."

The murderous spirit fills the fields, and the world becomes cold.

Among the countless rays of divine light, a dragon-like sword energy came first and came first. The powerful sword intention seemed to be destroying the earth and the sky, and it came straight to the center of Fu Jin's eyebrows.

Dayan Holy Sword.

It is said that the most powerful magical power of the Dayan Holy Land can evolve the world of the heavens if it is cultivated to the extreme.

When he saw the supreme sword embryo, Xiang Yifei, the son of Dayan Saint, couldn't help but be greedy, and used his strongest magical power to kill him with one move.

"Swordsmanship?" Before the sword energy came, Fu Jin's eyebrows already felt stinging. He looked at the sharp sword energy and made a judgment.

"Your sword is too weak."

"Boasting." Xiang Yifei, who was behind, heard the taunting voice and looked furious.

But under his gaze, Fu Jin pointed like a sword, with an edge emerging out of nowhere, and a terrifying sword intent that was truly designed to destroy emerged out of thin air.

Rumble.

The eternally motionless blue sky surged silently, pouring out a stunning and dazzling peerless edge. In this edge, you can see the sun, moon and stars falling, and the vision of mountains and rivers collapsing, just like the wrath of God, covering the vast universe. Countless living beings have no way to escape, no way to avoid, they can only watch the destruction of all natural things, and the destruction of all the heavens and avenues.

This edge was born for destruction.

The Ancient Sutra of Immortality, the Imperial Secret Technique, and the Huntian Sword Finger.

The strong vitality spawned extreme murderous intent.

With one strike of the sword, the dragon's sword energy disappeared. The divine light in Xiang Yifei's eyes, who was standing outside him, quickly dissipated. It was obvious that he had not been struck by the sharp edge, and there was no trace of life left in his body.

boom.

The body fell from the air and before it landed on the ground, it had turned into withered bones and rotten spines. It was scattered into flying ashes when the random wind blew from the sky.

The Holy Son, who was famous for his swordsmanship in Dayan Holy Land, was killed by someone with a sword, ruining all hope for life.

"Bold."

"presumptuous."

"kill."

Under the siege of three people in the inner circle, he dared to act so unscrupulously and take other people's lives. This scene deeply angered King Xiaopeng, the Jiang family's divine body, and the Holy Son of Yaoguang.

The three people who originally cared about their identities now took action at the same time, as if they had joined forces to kill Fu Jin together.

Thousands of golden sword lights burst out, like the falling sky, or like big stars passing by, flooding Fujin indiscriminately, even the Jiang family's divine body and the Holy Son of Yaoguang were also affected.

The endless bright holy light explodes, like a scorching sun that radiates its own light and heat without hesitation, melting everything, and being invulnerable to all methods.

The phoenix roared for nine days, and the raging and domineering red flames spread out, vaguely, as if there was a fire phoenix hovering, waving its wings and lowering the sky fire.

Faced with all kinds of indiscriminate and powerful attacks, Fu Jin also used the magic derived from the immortal constitution.

"Thousands of trees strive for spring, and the heaven and earth will live forever."

(End of this chapter)