Devil Seeds

At this time, many monks who watched the battle were already desperate for Ling Yuluo.

If they had changed places, they would only feel that the battle in front of them would no longer be possible.

The alien gods were unscathed, but seemed to be irritated. While roaring, they transformed with divine power, forming golden thorns that enveloped everything.

The thorns spread, blocking all Ling Yuluo's retreat space, and then surrounded by layers, suddenly tightened.

From the dazzling golden thorn bushes, dripping blood seeped out and gradually spread to the surrounding ground.

The originally noisy crowd of spectators fell silent at this time.

They were not worried about Ling Yuluo, but were sad about their own fate and future.

No matter how vast the world is, there will always be only a handful of people standing at the top of the pyramid.

They came to this world not to be porters, but with their ambitions and aspirations.

At this moment... With Ling Yuluo's blood spilled on the battlefield, the ambitions and aspirations of these monks seemed to have been severely frustrated.

But at this moment, someone heard a fierce sword cry.

The surrounding time and space have formed a false solidification.

In fact, this kind of solidification does not mean that time has really stopped running.

Instead, there is a person's concept of time, which is suddenly accelerating.

It was in stark contrast to the other 'slow' people around.

"Sword... twenty-three?" Among the spectators, someone slowly said the term.

Sword Twenty-Three... The sword beyond time set by Xiao Wuzun, from a practical point of view, such a sword must be at least a golden fairy, so that it can be really completed.

But the martial artist who repaired the sword at the beginning found a shortcut.

If you can't make everyone pause, then try to make yourself faster, as if it surpasses the speed of light and time. In this extremely fast, the time of others seems to be frozen.

The use of such a sword requires a very strong primordial spirit. If there is no strong primordial spirit, the rapidity after the race against time will quickly backfire, causing the sword wielder to intensify his aging until he dies of exhaustion.

A fierce sword light erupted, and the golden thorns were chopped into pieces.

The blood-stained white clothes fluttered in the strong wind.

The shining sword energy seemed to emerge from Ling Yuluo's body, and then turned into a sword energy mad dragon, hovering outside his body.

At this time, Ling Yuluo seemed to be completely enveloped by the sword energy. The man and the sword, and the extremely fast, but extremely quiet space, formed a false mirror image.

Time, at this moment, seemed to be really frozen by him.

But wisps of white smoke fluttered behind him, as if covering him with a cloak of nothingness.

This is the loss of the soul, the cessation of life.

What Ling Yuluo erupted at this time was not only the accumulation of the high martial arts world over thousands of years, but also his own primordial spirit.

Such a sword is a true life-sacrificing sword.

"Is it worth it for him to do this?" Some people in the crowd asked themselves in their hearts.

"No! He's not worth it! To hurt your mind, or even destroy your soul for a moment, is to step into an evil way, and it is absolutely not advisable." Someone immediately made a decision, and looked at Ling Yuluo, full of sarcasm again .

They saw Ling Yuluo's explosion and saw his sword. Their thinking seemed to keep up with that speed, but their bodies couldn't follow the reaction at all.

In just a moment, the sword light soared into the sky, turned into a mad dragon, and rushed towards the alien gods.

When the sword stabbed out, Ling Yuluo seemed to end everything.

But in the minds of all the spectators, whether such a sword can really be effective is a big question mark.

Before that, Ling Yuluo had already failed a sword.

Of course, if the alien gods change their shapes and leave their shells, it might be useful to stab them with a sword.

Suddenly, fiery trees and silver flowers lit up the bright day that should have been fairly bright.

While everyone was still amazed by the amazingness of that sword, the two sides who fought had long since lost their attachment to it.

The alien gods instinctively released all the divine splendor.

The dazzling divine brilliance, combined with the divine power he possessed, formed an absolute golden domain.

In this field, all impurities will be excluded.

Even if the real time wants to invade, it is not a momentary effort, it needs to be honed over time.

The so-called sword that spans time also seems to have to be blocked, and can only move forward inch by inch, slowly gouging.

Destiny always has an unpredictable flavor, and their current position coincides with Eastern Qi and Western Qin.

This foreign deity is the King of Gold, the guardian of the Golden City, the God of the Mountain that never falls, and the golden slanting sun in the afterglow of the setting sun.

When he starts to shine, according to the rules, everything will be dominated by him.

When he starts to shine, his will will be absolutely carried out.

When he begins to shine and sprinkle golden grace, where the grace passes, those who disobey him must also worship him and submit to him.

Ke Xiaoliang endowed the gods of this era with too many powerful rights.

Even compared to the myths in reality, the god in the dream world of Turin has the kind of demeanor that seems to be able to act recklessly.

Ling Yuluo stepped on the burning breath of soul and primordial spirit released from the inside out.

The martial arts form was fully opened again, this time behind him, first a green lotus was condensed, and then a sword fairy jumped out of the green lotus.

The phantom of the sword fairy in white stood proudly behind him in the high sky. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he seemed to be singing and walking with sword.

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles will not stay."

"Everyone calls him Baishou, who used to be known as Taibai."

Under the blessing of the Sword Immortal Martial Arts Dharma, Ling Yuluo's sword light actually converged into an endless river of sword energy.

The long river meanders, drifts down, and flows thousands of miles, connecting heaven and earth.

The long river in the eyes is mighty and boundless.

The long river in consciousness is like time, almost like Tao.

"Sometimes the water of the great river is poor, but this sword will never return."

Ling Yuluo's originally black hair turned gray in an instant.

The face that had not changed for thousands of years was actually full of wrinkles at this time.

What's more, only he can know at this moment is that his body in reality is dissipating.

All the energy turned into a warm current and poured into his only body at this time.

There are some more profound eyes, across the world, seeing Ling Yuluo's transformation at this time, and I am very surprised.

They pinched their fingers and calculated, trying to see if there was some kind of secret behind Ling Yuluo.

The answer he got was already vague, and he could only know that this Ling Yuluo had indeed lived in the Xuanqing world for hundreds of years and accumulated thousands of years in the Gaowu world.

At this time, Jian Guang entered the golden field three feet away, but was still five meters away from the alien god.

The sword is already unheard of in the world.

But the gap with God seems to be impossible to close.

Man and god, mundane and myth, are like a moat.

"You can't hear the sounds of the sky in the sky, but you will be a fairy if you go to the Lingtai."

Ling Yuluo's sword light went two feet further.

The alien gods roared angrily.

He shouted the foreign language, made Ling Yuluo kneel down, untied the sword and died.

This is an order from God, blessed by the power of heaven and earth, it cannot be resisted or ignored.

Ling Yuluo's knees were weak, and he was about to fall to his knees.

But instead he cast the Zombie Curse on himself.

As soon as the incantation stopped, the muscles and bones of his whole body were stiff, and the horrible corpse spots were crawling all over his body.

No one knew why Ling Yuluo did this.

This is already very unreasonable.

For most monks, the purpose of coming to this world is to find a way out. Even if there is no way out, it would be great to get a little more plot points and then go to God's Domain to exchange for the required materials.

However, Ling Yuluo violated this purpose.

He was burning and sacrificing himself for the victory of a battle.

This kind of will to abandon oneself, just to fight a hearty battle, although it is shocking, it is inevitably puzzling.

"Crazy! Really crazy!"

"This Ling Yuluo... I also know him. He has never been such an impulsive person. Could it be that there is some magic power in this world that makes people look like this?" The monk who knew Ling Yuluo, looked Seeing Ling Yuluo singing generously and fighting with swords at this time, I was a little excited, but more worried.

If you see this kind of situation being played out in front of your eyes, you will certainly have an inexplicable sense of comfort.

"If you don't forget your youthful ambitions when you are old, you should not regret it for a thousand years."

Burning again, Ling Yuluo's figure, holding the sword in his hand, actually advanced one meter further.

The approach of this meter made the alien gods start to panic.

When he propped up his golden domain and swayed the authority of God, in order to maintain the dignity of God, he had to stand still.

There is no power in this world that is not entirely your own, and when you use it, you should not pay the price.

I don't think so, because in many cases, I don't need it.

At this time, Ling Yuluo's sword was only a little over a meter away from the forehead of the alien god.

And everyone felt inexplicably at this moment.

If this sword is really stabbed, perhaps this powerful alien god will fall under this sword.

But...is it worth it?

Still such a problem!

Killed a god!

Let him no longer stand tall and look down on mortals like them.

But it doesn't make any real sense.

Of course, maybe many battles were just for profit at the beginning.

It's just that during the process, it suddenly became so grand and intense.

The Qinglian Sword Immortal Martial Arts Aspect behind Ling Yuluo finally completely dissipated.

When the Dharma disappeared, one last poem was left behind.

"True immortals have never been afraid of death, only the fire can plant golden lotus."

When many people learn swords, they ask what a sword is.

The sword is the weapon of death.

The last is the ritual vessel.

Then there is the symbol.

But at this moment, it is the death talisman of the god in front of him.

A sword, a mortal sword used by mortals, will slay a real god.

This sword is broken, and it is also a legend.

The body of the sword is another 1.5 meters, piercing with one sword, leaving no regrets.

At this time, Ling Yuluo had white hair all over his head and wrinkles all over his face.

But something seemed to be broken on his body.

That is the imprisonment of thought, that is the restriction of life, that is a series of invisible locks to bind!

With this sword, he not only killed a god.

He even split the shackles. Although in Ling Yuluo's chest, there is no mythical message of eternal life, but there is a spontaneously derived sword energy that should not be extinguished.

A long time ago, perhaps hundreds of years ago, Ke Xiaoliang felt that... the road to immortality should not be like this!

To become a fairy, first become a god!

What kind of fucking shit is this?

So Ke Xiaoliang spent a lot of time and energy to sublimate himself.

He made himself a part of the myth, bypassed some of its designs, and achieved the position of a true immortal.

Now, in his own evolved world.

He changed the rules!

A fairy is a fairy!

Those who are determined to conquer the sky are immortals!

This is the principle set by Ke Xiaoliang, and it is his path for those who come after him.

At the end of this road is Ke Xiaoliang.

But as long as he, Ke Xiaoliang, doesn't stop, this road...it will be the avenue to the sky.

Ke Xiaoliang is ambitious, he is not only looking at Taiyi Daoguo.

He even hopes...to reshape the immortal way.

When people are on the mountain, they are immortals.

What does it mean to turn a corner in the process and become a god first?

The snow-like sword light pierced through the originally solid body of the alien god.

The sword that tore apart the mortal world directly dug a big hole in the chest of this alien god, and everything inside the body was shredded by the sword energy.

The fairy light descends, and the boundless fresh air rises.

Holding the fairy sword in his hand, Ling Yuluo looked back at those old friends.

"The way of immortality has changed. You can become a god if you follow it, and you can become an immortal if you go against it. If you want to get the fruit of longevity, you must first have the determination to become a fairy."

"Fellow daoists, we will meet soon!"

As soon as the words fell, he actually stepped on the fairy sword and soared upwards.

In a blink of an eye, it disappeared between the sky and the earth, but I don't know where to go.

As for the conquered territory and the sacred mountain, they no longer paid attention to it and abandoned it easily.

Before the First World War, what was so longed for is now abandoned like nothing.

Invisibly, some golden fairies exchanged ideas quickly.

"This...reshape the immortal way, what a big ambition."

"But he really succeeded, even if such success is only in his personal world. What I just don't understand is... this Ling Yuluo, how did he do it? Why did he?"

"I've already done the calculations. Ling Yuluo in the past can only be regarded as mediocre. Maybe he has some talent in the way of swords...but that's all."

"Could he be Ke Xiaoliang's pawn? Or... simply himself? He just used a clone to set the foundation of this world and guide the newcomers?"

"It is possible that we can use this as a basis to carry out another round of deduction, and perhaps we can get more possibilities."

The Jinxians exchanged quickly, although they all had some more core gains, they did not confess.

There are things they see and want to steal for themselves.

So don't talk about it.

And what about Ling Yuluo?

Is he really Ke Xiaoliang's clone?

of course not!

Ke Xiaoliang had confirmed long ago that he would never interfere directly in the world of Turin's Dream.

Lest the world repeat his trajectory again.

Now that he has made this decision, it is impossible for him to go back.

Even if there are a large number of golden immortals nearby to help him divert the information in Turin's Dream, he will not change the long-established policy.

But in the same way, Ke Xiaoliang did something to Ling Yuluo.

He chose Ling Yuluo.

When Ling Yuluo entered this world, he was no longer just him.

Ke Xiaoliang just quietly stuffed another person's personality into Ling Yuluo's soul, let them entangle each other, and then completely merged into one.