Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

In this world, the number of transcendent powerhouses is limited after all.

Even Li Zhengyang, the lord of the Bloodline Sect, a genius who carries the Holy Emperor's expectations for bloodline research, has not yet stepped into detachment.

Existences like Chao Xiaojian and Yan Keqing who show geniuses in various walks of life are also difficult to step into the ranks of detachment in a short period of time.

Detachment is difficult.

In the more than two hundred years of the Tang Dynasty, apart from the supreme emperor who unified the world with his own power, there was only Xuanyuan Taihua who was praised by the world among those who had truly achieved transcendence.

In addition, with the help of Zhao Taifeng, another person barely stepped into the detached Asiluo Mountain.

A Siluoshan is also a genius, in terms of talent, he is only slightly weaker than Xuanyuan Taihua, so he can step into transcendence.

Asi Luoshan has always been hiding it very deeply. He knows that once he shows the talent of being able to step into transcendence, he will be recalled to Chang'an by the Holy Emperor, and he will live under the pressure of the iron law all his life.

That was what A Siluoshan didn't want.

Therefore, he has been hiding himself until now, when he found a chance to make trouble.

Except for these people, there are basically no real detachment powerhouses, and some are old-fashioned detachment, who have lived for thousands of years, and are the bottom-of-the-box ancestors of a big sect.

For example, Zhao Taifeng, Wu Sheng, Dan Zun, Tian Zun, etc...

They were afraid of the iron law, and chose to sleep when the Holy Emperor conquered the world.

But now, they have recovered.

Because they want to change everything, they don't want to have a knife hanging over their heads.

They seized the opportunity, seized the time when the Holy Emperor had an accident, and when Xuanyuan Taihua was cut off by the barriers of the world.

This is the best opportunity for many old brands to break free and regain control of the world.

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Li Zhengyang's will was completely blurred.

The Mai Sect can become the second sect in the world, without detachment, but it is better than having detachment. Naturally, it is not just relying on the power of the Holy Emperor.

Li Zhengyang himself is also an evildoer. He is unprecedented in the study of blood, and there will be no one after him.

He even achieved the way of blood fusion, purifying the blood of many demons of the ninth grade, extracting energy and integrating it into the body.

Dozens of ninth-rank powers are integrated into one and only.

It is enough to challenge detachment.

This is Li Zhengyang's capital, and it is also his capital for daring to stand up and stop Tianzun.

In fact, Li Zhengyang would like to thank Fang Lang, but fortunately Fang Lang didn't waste too much energy, otherwise, it would be difficult for him, Li Zhengyang, to use his power to fight against Tianzun!

Li Zhengyang created artificial detachment.

Roar!

A roar in the sky.

Li Zhengyang is like a scourge, the movement of his body shatters the space inch by inch.

His speed is extremely fast, breaking the barrier of detachment, although it is not detachment, it is no different from a strong detachment!

Even the Heavenly Venerable, who is based on the concept of fate, can't help but become dignified.

Bang bang bang!

The light feathers fluttered, and each feather turned into the sharpest knife in the world!

Between the knife rolls, the flesh and blood were cut, bringing up a puff of blood.

However, as Li Zhengyang roared, blood spilled into the sky, knocking out the light feather saber array.

He punched Tianzun with a punch.

He smashed Tianzun upside down into the sky and crashed into the boundless sea of ​​clouds.

Li Zhengyang twisted his neck, bent his knees and jumped, crashing into the sea of ​​clouds like a cannonball.

The two are fighting in the sea of ​​clouds!

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...

That imposing beam of light, which symbolizes the detachment of martial arts, smashed down!

Even though Fang Lang had the four sword formations of reincarnation of life and death interacting with each other, he was still dizzy from being smashed, and his mouth and nose were bleeding.

At this moment, the sword array formed by the cycle of life and death has become a cage built by Fang Lang himself, and an insurmountable thunder pond in the world.

Fang Lang was trapped inside.

Can only bear the oppression from Wu Sheng.

Wu Sheng stood indifferently across the sky, the air seemed to be condensed by his aura and turned into a ladder.

He climbed the stairs straight up, every step was as steady as Mount Tai.

"Not even the ninth grade, but dare to stop this deity. Since Xuanyuan Taihua can't return to the Tang Dynasty, he will live in the world of demons."

"What are you doing back here?"

Wu Sheng murmured softly, the voice was not loud, but it resounded in the ears of Fang Lang who was struggling to resist, but it was as terrifying as a bell!

"Besides, Datang's strength is about to run out, and the Holy Emperor plotted against the Iron Law, but was finally calculated by the Iron Law. All these consequences are the Holy Emperor's own fault."

"Datang's detachment, there are only three or two of them, except for the Holy Emperor, and I don't know what method they used to step into the detached Jiang Wushen."

"There is one Xuanyuan Taihua left, as long as she does not return, in fact, even if she returns, it will not change the overall situation..."

"I'm waiting, just to make sure everything is safe. Even if Xuanyuan Taihua returns, she's just a girl, can she still monopolize all my detachments?"

"As for the others, Chao Xiaojian, Lu Taixuan, Gao Lishi, Pei Nanwan and others are only rank nine, and they can't change anything."

With his hands behind his back, the Wu Sheng climbed straight up to the sky, with a plan in his chest.

"This Great Tang will eventually return to the former world, which belongs to us and other transcendent masters."

Wu Sheng said.

Fang Lang crossed his legs in the sword formation, his blood-stained white clothes became redder and more beautiful.

Fang Lang also smiled wryly, if it wasn't for the improvement of his own cultivation base, otherwise, this inexhaustible blood alone might have killed him.

He also laughed when he heard Wu Sheng's words.

"Then don't stop me, let my master come back."

Wu Sheng floated high in the air, overlooking Fang Lang, shaking his head: "Don't use aggressive methods..."

"The deity's task today is to prevent you from recalling Xuanyuan Taihua, and that alone is enough."

Words fell.

Wu Sheng's momentum has skyrocketed again!

Qi and blood, Qi machine and so on are intertwined.

At this moment, it seemed that it turned into a Feixie waterfall falling from the sky, and hit the sword array that Fang Lang was struggling to support.

From a distance, it looks like a fishing thread.

It's like a fairy fishing in the world!

Wu Sheng is fishing.

Fang Lang is a swimming fish.

In the light curtain, countless air machines collapsed and oppressed.

Fang Lang's neck seemed to be pressed down to the ground, as if bowing his head towards the sky and the earth.

However, Fang Lang didn't lower his head completely, he propped his palms on the ground, and propped up his body bit by bit.

So what if it's detached power?

He Fang Lang didn't even kneel when he saw the Holy Emperor, but a mere bullshit martial saint wanted me to kneel?

Fang Lang's divine sense was being terribly bombarded, and every time it was bombarded, it was like thousands of needles piercing into his mind and consciousness.

The transformation of Fang Lang's spiritual sense is not a good thing.

If Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts had not transformed into divine thoughts before, he would not have to bear this oppression, which would be very convenient.

But now, Fang Lang has transformed into a divine mind, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

However, Fang Lang's divine sense is like a fully stretched snow bow string. Although it is stretched to the extreme, it never collapses!

in the void.

Seeing this, Wu Sheng snorted coldly, feeling a little impatient.

A small person who is not even a ninth rank has actually blocked him for so long.

Even if Wu Sheng knew that Fang Lang was unusual and talented, in his eyes, he was just a junior.

In this world, there are countless geniuses and romantic figures. How old is Fang Lang?

He has never been detached, in his eyes, he is no different from an ant.

The energy in the body poured out again, and the momentum skyrocketed!

Fang Lang's drooping head sank even more!

Amidst the creaking sound of the sword array, it seemed as if it was about to explode!

in the void.

Wu Sheng stepped on it step by step.

Stepping down along the pouring air machine, the void exploded inch by inch, and the clouds exploded and scattered.

As Wu Sheng stepped on it, he got closer and closer to Fang Lang.

Little by little, inch by inch.

Fang Lang's arms supporting the ground were trembling, making the bloody clothes on his body ripple like ripples, very restless.

Fang Lang lowered his head, his neck seemed to be covered with heavy snow, and the bent branches seemed to be completely broken!

Boom!

Boom!

Wu Sheng's steps fell, accompanied by his heart beating like a bell.

finally!

Wu Sheng stepped down and landed in the sword array.

He looked down at Fang Lang, who had bent his neck, and Fang Lang, who was struggling to support, with neither joy nor sorrow.

He raised his hand and made a fist.

Suddenly.

Wu Sheng's eyes narrowed.

However, Fang Lang, who was clearly unable to stand upright under his pressure, raised his head slowly, bit by bit, even raised his head, and pointed his chin at him arrogantly.

Fang Lang maintained this posture with his chin raised, and slowly got up. Although he staggered a few times, he finally stood up completely and stood opposite him.

"Since I promised that my cheap master will resist the pressure, then I will naturally do it. Even if I can't resist, I have to bear it."

"My Fang Lang's promise, a promise of gold!"

Fang Lang looked up at the burly martial saint who was three meters tall, and said.

At this moment, Wu Sheng was in a trance.

It seemed that the person standing in front of him was not a little guy who wasn't even a ninth rank, but a stubborn detachment.

The brilliance in Wu Sheng's eyes suddenly froze.

He has a strong uneasiness.

The next moment, he clenched his fist.

Countless qi, countless aura, and countless coercion are all gathered on his fist at this moment.

The huge fist, like a stone mill, hit Fang Lang's proudly raised head!

die!

Fist down!

Fang Lang's hair was blown away.

The four swords of reincarnation of life and death all over the body made a sound of explosion, and they exploded one after another, making countless sword lights, intertwining the void!

However.

Wu Sheng narrowed his eyes.

But see.

Behind Fang Lang, there is an extremely tall portal.

That is the gateway connecting the two worlds!

Behind the portal, there is a palm as white as jade stretched out from it.

Hanging above Fang Lang's head, he grabbed his detached punch lightly.

"In front of my face, kill my apprentice?"

"You Martial Saint... Do you think you live too long?"

An indifferent, cold, and murderous voice came from behind the portal.

boom!

The words are over.

Randomly, when the fists and palms collide with the center, there is a terrifying gust of wind that ripples and spreads in all directions.

Swing away the clouds and streams all over the sky, and the turbid air all over the sky will be cleared away!