The Era of Immortal Cultivation

Li Shishi’s white jade-like complexion, wrapped in countless flesh and blood tentacles, suckers, and branches, was filled with abnormal blood red.

A red slit opened between her eyebrows without any warning, and the scarlet eyeballs inside were exposed, emitting a faint red blood light.

Under the light of blood, the flesh and blood that originally only clung to the surface of her body mercilessly pricked her body with holes, and then rushed to get into her body, and then gradually repaired her body.

Sores.

Not long after, Li Shishi's graceful body from the head down was completely integrated with this endless flesh and blood.

Now, she could finally better and more directly feel the many ‘formation eyes’ connected to her blood.

With the help of these blood babies scattered under the palace, possessing the blood of Zhao Ji and being the 'official legitimate heirs of the Song Dynasty', Master Li finally basically controlled this treasure that had been passed down by the Song Dynasty for hundreds of years:

The Taoist body of Zhao Kuangyin, the best player in the world in the past.

But this is just the beginning. Zhao Kuangyin's body is now completely different from when he died.

The Song Dynasty was weak, far inferior to the Han and Tang Dynasties, had an improper position, and lacked martial virtue. Moreover, Emperor Taizong replaced his elder brother with his younger brother, but the talent of the inherited bloodline in martial arts was far inferior to that of Emperor Taizu.

As early as Emperor Taizu's failed attempt to break through to a higher realm and his death, Zhao Guangyi, the 'good brother', began to study his brother's body.

Since then, successive Song emperors have inherited Taizong's ambitions and continued to study, hoping to use Taizu's body to improve the martial arts talents of Zhao Guangyi's descendants.

It was not until the later period of Shenzong that due to the further decline in the imperial power, Shenzong was finally dissatisfied with just sampling and research, and instead came up with an irreversible idea:

The dragon can fly and is good at handling wind, rain and thunder.

Then if you let the 'Taizu' move, and then build a giant metal armor outside its body that is tens of feet tall and more than a hundred feet long, and then control it, wouldn't it be invincible?

Just do what you say, anyway, you, Zhao Kuangyin, are not my biological ancestors.

In Shenzong's later years, the transformation corresponding to the dragon's body began.

Zhao Ji, who is now in office, has even more crazy and incredible ideas based on this.

Zhao Ji didn't have much talent as an emperor, but he was extremely talented as an artist. And artists' imaginations are often far-fetched and unconstrained:

Although a heavily armored dragon is powerful and intimidating, it is really unsightly.

I am rich all over the world, but I can't compare to the carefreeness of immortals.

Since our ancestors can fly, why not build a flying ‘Heavenly Palace’ based on its body, so that I can fly thousands of miles in the air like an immortal and live above the nine heavens?

Zhao Ji spent a lot of national resources, invited many experts from Buddhism and Taoism, and searched for decades of flowers and stones to find various materials suitable for building the 'Heavenly Palace', but only built half an empty shell.

There are huge gaps in technology, materials, energy and other aspects, and it is far from the 'Heavenly Palace' in his fantasy.

Originally, according to this trend, his 'Heavenly Palace' would not be built for another hundred years.

With the waste of national power, the trend of history will inevitably converge with some parallel universes: Jingkang, Southern Song Dynasty...

But Li Shishi, a guide, was ecstatic after seeing this empty shell that was completed over a hundred years before and after the Song Dynasty.

Her parents in the main world are practitioners of puppetry, studying flesh and blood puppets and mechanical puppets respectively, and gave her an 'initiation' before she carried out this mission.

Li Shishi further applied some relevant knowledge of 'Zerg Flying Dragon', 'Arcane Floating City', 'Sky Vault of Flesh and Flesh Fortress', and 'Machine Combat Gundam' on Zhao Kuangyin's body, which had been transformed twice.

High-end knowledge and technology from the main world, coupled with the unique flesh-and-blood Cthulhu Taoism and Transformed Cybertron Buddhism of the local Taoism.

A 'half-mechanical, half-flesh floating deformation combat unit' comparable to the fourth energy level was born!

After Li Shishi, who had only his head left, gained control, he screamed in pain, and the bloody eyes in his forehead glowed brightly.

Controlling such a large giant unit requires extremely high processing power. The brains and souls of mere low-level monks are obviously unable to process such a large amount of data.

‘Children, help your mother one more time! You will definitely be willing, right?’

Muttering to himself, Master Li activated the formation he had previously arranged.

Hundreds of blood babies who died just after birth and were refined into formation eyes have exerted their final value.

This group of poor people who have never even seen the sun, after their death, their newly born souls were destroyed by their cruel mother.

The broken soul fragments become the most primitive soul essence under the guidance of the formation.

Under the arrangement and guidance of Li Shishi, the soul essence was reorganized into "soul calculation units" one by one, and then connected to Li Shishi through the flesh and blood network.

Each blood baby's soul becomes a semi-independent information processor for each key part, sharing the control pressure for Li Shishi.

"The soul processor is normal! The fusion reactor is normal! The dragon stick particle beam weapon is normal! The anti-gravity floating system..."

After everything was ready, countless holes opened on the ground of Yanfu Palace, and the earth began to tremble slightly.

......

Outside the south gate of Bianjing, no one noticed the strange movement in the direction of the palace. Instead, a sea of ​​blood spread and a fierce battle raged.

Although Murong Fu and Li Hao tried their best to let go, Wang Fu was still covered in bruises and had thousands of sores.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Wang Fu tilted his head and dodged a shot from 'Xuzhu', but his horns were still knocked off.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would be doomed soon, and he had already developed a desire to retreat.

Murong Fu and the two of them passed several moves again, and Wang Fu suddenly saw Xu Zhu staring at the ground with a frown and thinking. Although he didn't know why he was like this, he was overjoyed and still took advantage of this opportunity.

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Wang Fu dug into his crotch and pulled out a strange black double hammer, holding it in his hand.

Not long after, the handle and body of the small hammer in his hand grew longer in the wind, and numerous long blue protrusions appeared on the hammer, inlaid with some gold and silver jewelry.

Wang Fu swung the hammer a few times, followed by the shadows of white smelly flowers.

The power is not strong, but both Li Hao and Murong Fu showed disgust on their faces and quickly retreated, unwilling to get close to this (hang + person).

After forcing Li Hao and the two men back, Wang Fu's sledgehammer expanded several times.

Wang Fu turned over and sat astride the base of the sledge hammer, then raised the hammer into the sky, trying to stay away from the battlefield.

With my true strength, Wang Fu, where can I not be a groom every night? It’s just that I have lost the position of prime minister and my quality has deteriorated.

Wang Fu, who had flown some distance and was thinking of escaping to some remote place, suddenly felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar and felt a great sense of terror creeping into him.

The long hammer under him twitched unbearably out of fear.

A purple-white beam of light flashed out from the center of Bianjing, turning him and his baby into ashes.

The army was still fighting, but the many masters on both sides of the battle had tacitly slowed down the pace of the battle, and they all looked in the direction of the center of Bianjing in fear.

Can you kill a true form person effortlessly with just one blow?

What exactly is that?

? ?This plot was more difficult to write than I thought. It took more than three hours to write one chapter. There is still one chapter left. Let’s get up and read it tomorrow morning!