I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 97 Thousands of trees contend for spring, three saints and three demons

Above the blue sky, the fighting spirit is overwhelming.

The few people who originally had the intention of seizing the gods seemed to have given up all their complicated thoughts in an instant, and each used their killing skills, attacking each other without distinction, with only "win or lose" in their minds.

Seeing the three of them executing their killing moves, Fu Jin also activated the immortal's innate magic.

The eternal blue sky disappeared, and only the Jianmu Sacred Tree remained. The already extremely tall giant tree grew crazily again, like a giant pillar supporting the sky, connecting heaven and earth, and penetrating all the heavens.

The huge and gloomy tree canopy spread rapidly, like a cloud curtain, covering the entire deep valley underground palace and everyone in the sky under the green branches.

Endless green light fell from the branches, like a misty drizzle. The raindrops exuded rich vitality, like the legendary fairy grass elixir. The fragrance filled the air, making everyone feel light and feeling like they had transformed into immortals.

The long-standing wish to become an immortal seems to be coming true at this moment, making most people indulge in this wonderful feeling.

Many undecided people stopped using their weapons and magical powers, and stood there blankly, suspended in mid-air.

On their bodies, the places where divine power surged, after being irrigated by rain and dew, used the divine power as seeds to grow countless exotic flowers and plants, bright and delicate, and spreading continuously, as if in the warm spring season, endless grass and trees are growing. This hair growth.

In contrast, his own spiritual power and life essence have become nutrients for the spread and growth of vegetation. They are constantly being absorbed and absorbed, and his own aura is gradually weakening.

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

This is the original magic created by the Immortal Body absorbing two kinds of divine objects and four kinds of immortal substances - Heaven and Earth Immortality Technique.

At this time, when it was used for the first time, even the kings of the younger generation, such as King Xiaopeng, the Divine Body of the Jiang Family, and the Holy Son of Yaoguang, were in a daze and were affected by the killing technique without the slightest precaution. It stopped instantly and dispersed silently.

"wrong."

Golden Winged Peng King's body was filled with golden light, as if golden divine flames were burning. Behind him appeared a golden divine roc and a golden true dragon. The two were entangled, as if fighting and fighting, clearly manifested and passed down. The sounds of birds chirping and dragons roaring exude supreme pressure.

boom.

The divine roc and the real dragon gradually turned from virtual to real, as if they were alive. They opened their eyes, their eyes were as sharp as swords, and they could clearly see the scene outside them.

Almost at the same time, King Xiaopeng, who had countless vines growing on his body, lost the dazed look on his face and woke up directly.

Under the huge canopy of trees, there was no one shouting for death. Almost everyone was immersed in dreams, and their divine power and vitality could not stop flowing out.

Even though the demon clan has huge blood and strong essence, and did not lose much power during this breath, the result of being restrained by the other party after just one encounter still made King Xiaopeng extremely shocked and angry, and there was even a hint of anger in his heart. Afraid.

"You actually confuse me and seek death."

Amid the angry shouts, the divine roc kept chirping, and the real dragon roared incessantly, as if two golden lightning bolts were chasing and entangled, and finally formed a picture of the heavenly roc fighting the dragon.

This is the supreme secret technique of the Tianpeng clan. It is both a great killing technique and a way to practice visions. It is the most powerful killing move of the Golden Winged Peng King and is rarely used in front of others.

At this time, he was suppressed by Fu Jin, a human race who had just entered the Four Pole. He was so angry that he ignored it and used the last resort.

The golden roc flaps its wings and tears the sky apart; the real dragon swings its tail and creates the world.

Fu Jin, who was still performing the Heaven and Earth Immortality Technique, had a slight movement in his expression. He was distracted, and the techniques were running. Suddenly there was endless golden lightning around him, and it surged with the display of the vision, and streaks of lightning fell from the branches of the building trees. .

Rumble.

Half of the branches of the building were torn apart by the sharp claws of the divine roc, and were blocked by lightning. The vast blue sky, which had remained unchanged for eternity, reappeared, like a waterfall falling from the sky, drowning the real dragon that had been killed.

The continuous operation of the Heaven and Earth Immortality Technique was affected and was immediately interrupted. Before he could continue to maintain it, everyone who had been freed from the aesthetic feeling was completely awakened by the continuous sounds.

When most of the people saw what was going on outside, they retreated frantically as if avoiding snakes and scorpions. However, the few people at the front were caught off guard and suffered a big loss. They were already angry and angry. Their subordinates stopped being polite and jointly activated their murder weapons to attack Fu Jin. .

If there was still some strength left before, now it is completely full, full of murderous intent, without any mercy.

"kill."

All the lush vegetation and flowers were destroyed.

A crimson divine furnace was surrounded by divine phoenixes, suspended above the sky, pouring out thousands of flames, pouring down from the sky, turning the blue sky into a sea of ​​fire.

Another big black cauldron appeared in the deep valley of the underground palace. It was densely covered with dragon patterns, as if Tao and reason were intertwined, exuding the charm of the Tao, trying to swallow up Fu Jin in the air.

Two heavy weapons made by the peerless holy master, one up and one down, closed the gate of Juetian, closed the door, and blocked the way of life.

In mid-air, the divine roc and the real dragon joined each other at different times, waiting for the opportunity to kill them.

However, after each resorted to their own methods, the three figures flew back at the same time, leaving the canopy of the Jianmu Sacred Tree.

After the scene just now, they had already seen some clues.

"It's a vision. His vision is consistent with his physique, and it can expand and envelop us in his thoughts." The divine body from the Jiang family was inexplicably horrified.

He comes from an ancient family, and of course he knows what will happen if he falls into the enemy's vision.

Even life and death are not controlled by one's own consciousness, let alone others?It is completely normal to be suppressed by the opponent's magical power.

"If you want to deal with him, you must first break his vision."

However, there are few means in this world that can directly suppress visions.

Ancient holy body.

Holy Son Yaoguang thought of this kind of physique he had heard of not long ago.

His body was shrouded in divine light, and his gaze was so penetrating that it was impossible to see clearly what he was thinking.

The arrogant King Xiaopeng stayed away from him, staring at the blue sky cloud light blocking the gap of the holy tree. He kept activating his magic to recall the true dragon form that was swept away by the blue sky, but there was always no response.

Although this eternal blue sky is just a vision in Fujin's bloodline, a large amount of heavenly essence mysterious energy was once smelted in his flesh and blood. This energy is one of the black and yellow mother energy. It is the supreme divine material and immortal treasure, and it is deliberately blocked. How can he recall it?

In desperation, King Xiaopeng could only put aside all his hard work on this life-killing technique and rely on contact to explode it.

The clouds rolled and relaxed, and there was a muffled sound. Fu Jin shook his body and looked at everyone with a normal expression.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King's eyelids twitched, his face turned slightly pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

The falling sea of ​​fire was blocked from the eternal blue sky. Fu Jin himself was connected with the rooted Jianmu Holy Tree, and was not pulled by the suction force from beneath him. He said:

"How? Do you want to continue?"

Everyone was speechless.

That kind of magic is so terrifying that no one can resist it as the vision increases.

But if they let the other party leave like this, wouldn't these people become stepping stones for the other party?

For a moment, everyone did not move forward or retreat, and the place fell into a strange dead silence.

"Hand over the Nine Secrets."

"Never let him go."

"A Supreme Elder from our sect will be coming soon."

Several dry shouts sounded in the distance, but no one dared to step forward.

"In this case, I won't stay any longer. Everyone, take my leave." Fu Jin's consciousness moved and he greeted his acquaintances who had not made any move. After agreeing on a meeting place, he planned to leave.But before he finished speaking, an old voice resounded between heaven and earth.

"Killing the Holy Son of our sect, where else do you want to escape?

"Obey, follow me back to the door, and imprison yourself for a thousand years. Maybe you can save your life."

There was no anger in the voice, but it sent chills down everyone's spine.

Imprisoned for a thousand years?

Practitioners who have mastered the secret realm of transforming into dragons only live for a thousand years.

If he had to wait until a thousand years later, Fu Jin, a monk of the Four Extremes, might not even have any bones left.

But everyone had a lot of thoughts in their minds, but no one said it out loud.

Firstly, Fu Jin is an enemy rather than a friend.

Secondly, the owner of this voice is a half-step almighty at the peak of the first level of Immortal Stage, a true Supreme Elder level figure.

Even though many of the younger generation here claim to be geniuses, their era has not really arrived yet. Before such figures, they will inevitably be somewhat suppressed and at a disadvantage.

Fu Jin moved, and the vision of the Jianmu Holy Tree that was about to be put away was left behind, and the eternal blue sky spread out to resist the pressure that had not yet appeared but had already made his heart tremble slightly.

At the same time, his spiritual consciousness moved and activated the stone statue of a god who had once trapped and killed an extremely powerful god, and then looked at the dragon monument that was still smelting the chaos stone.

Even if the dragon monument god is sleeping, it is enough to activate a few strands of extreme coercion to protect him from breaking out of here.

"I wonder which great sect's holy land my senior comes from? Maybe he knows his master." Fu Jin's eyes moved slightly. He relied on the mystery of the Immortal Body to sense the direction of the person's Qi, but he never gained anything.

After all, there is a huge difference in cultivation between the two. Even if he has a special physique, it would be difficult for him to sense the other person across several levels.

"Who is your master?" The voice came from the void and was everywhere.

Fu Jin responded loudly while following the breath induction:

"Master Nangong Zheng."

It has to be said that in today's world, especially in the land of Eastern Wasteland, the name of the most powerful Nangong Zheng is still somewhat intimidating.

Hearing this familiar name, the figure in the dark could no longer hide and slowly walked out of the void.

This is a spirited old man in gray clothes. The aura on his body is exactly the same as that of Xiang Yifei, the son of Dayan Saint, which shows his identity.

"I heard that Nangong Dagong accepted a successor not long ago, and it turned out to be my little friend." The old man looked at Fu Jin up and down, and suddenly his tone changed, with a hint of sneer:
"But after that, Nangong Dagong went into seclusion to understand the path of cutting the path. I don't know if it is true. Please help me clarify my doubts."

Beheading?

Countless elders from holy places and aristocratic families are stuck at this level. They either die sitting down or become possessed and die. I have never heard of anyone breaking through.

Although Nangong Zheng has a great reputation, he is just a casual cultivator after all. How can He De be enough to break through this barrier?

This is almost the same as seeking death.

The living supreme power naturally exerts pressure on the world and no one can mess with it.

But is it possible for someone to break through a barrier and seek death?
Many people who were a little hesitant and fearful after hearing Fu Jin's origins all sneered.

"I have Xuan Yutai, we will leave together later."

A weak idea was transmitted into Fu Jin's heart by the familiar and powerful spiritual consciousness. Even the Supreme Elder of the Dayan Holy Land in front of him only noticed it and did not hear anything accurately.

It's Ye Fan.

Now he is transforming into a young Taoist priest named Zhengde, standing in the crowd and winking at Fu Jin.

Facing the old man's question, Fu Jin found it difficult to answer, which further verified everyone's suspicions.

The extremely powerful Nangong Zheng has probably failed to pass the test, otherwise it would be impossible to release the disciples he finally received.

That is to say, the boy in front of me not only obtained the sacred treasures related to the Nine Secrets, but also most likely carried a lifetime treasure left by an extremely powerful person.

"Ha, since Nangong Zhengli failed to catch him, let me discipline this useless disciple for him!" The old man in gray sneered, stretched out his hand and grabbed Fu Jin.

The five fingers are like mountains, falling from the sky.

In front of this pressure, the eternal blue sky was shaken open, and the sacred tree seemed to be bent.

Fu Jin's face turned pale, and he was about to sacrifice the sacred stone statue when he heard another familiar voice.

“Although I have always been an enemy of Nangong Zheng, his reputation cannot be insulted by your mere half-step power.

"Want to discipline his disciple? Then let me, on behalf of Holy Master Dayan, discipline his incompetent fellow disciple."

Rumble.

The sound was like thunder brewing, and then turned into a loud roar, directly ringing in the heart of the old man in gray.

This half-step almighty who was born in Dayan Holy Land seemed to hear some divine voice calling for life. His body trembled and he died.

Before everyone could check the truth, they saw the old body suddenly exploded in the air, blood splattered in the air, and bones and flesh flew everywhere.

With a loud roar, a half-step powerful man was shocked to death.

This method that seemed to have been heard before made everyone's hair stand on end. In contrast, the heroes of the demon clan were overjoyed and shouted out the identity of the person who came.

"It's Maurya."

"My demon tribe, the powerful Peacock King, has arrived."

But they were too happy.

Not long after Maurya King's voice fell, one after another terrifying aura appeared out of thin air.

The void twisted, the holy light swayed, and a deep Taoist charm that was the beginning of the evolution of all things appeared in everyone's perception.

The Holy Lord of the Ji family, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, and the Holy Lord of Wanchu.

It turned out that three top Holy Lord-level figures came hand in hand, specifically to ambush the Peacock King.

"Sure enough, there is a ghost." The voice of the powerful man who had screamed half a step to death appeared before. He was not alarmed or disturbed, as if he had expected it, and calmly revealed his peerless energy.

And appearing together with it, there were two equally terrifying demonic pressures.

One is so angry that he swallows mountains and rivers, and the other is roaring proudly into the sky.

The Green Dragon King of the Northern Territory and the Old Peng King of the Central Territory.

Three holy masters of the human race and three powerful men of the demon race.

The aura of terror filled the air, shaking the world, and all the glory of the younger generation was taken away at this moment.

(End of this chapter)