Unlimited Adaptation

The ancient temple in Foshan was brilliant and the whole building was condensed from a bright and vast energy.

The mysterious runes that exuded the aura of suppression and prohibition covered the ground and the ancient temple, intertwined and overlapped and gathered towards the square, all entangled on the towering platform in the center, and the power of the entire space and time acted on the golden figure on the platform.

Yan Xing frowned, and a silver-white light suddenly appeared in the depths of his child's hole, and then suddenly broke and fell silent. His seventh sense was disturbed by this collapsed space and time. Although it was activated, he could not see the slightest picture.

"Such a powerful aura should be the owner of this secret realm, the Wuji True Immortal who "feathered"?"

Looking around, there was nothing else in the entire ancient temple except the golden body on the platform. It was empty, and there was not even a shadow of the so-called treasure.

Many monks gathered at the foot of the mountain and fought to death, but they didn't expect that they were fighting for just an empty shell.

"No."

"The corpse of a true immortal is more valuable than an immortal weapon. This is a treasure. Even if you can't squeeze out any benefits, isn't it against heaven to use it as compost?"

Yan Xing's eyes were slightly cold. He knew the truth that a thief would never leave empty-handed. This was the remains of a true immortal. It was probably just a particle of flesh and blood. The energy contained in it was very amazing.

He not only had his eyes on the remains of a true immortal, but also had to pack up this ancient temple and take it away. After all, it was a high-quality energy crystal, not inferior to the middle-grade spirit stone of the same weight.

Yan Xing walked forward and walked towards the platform carefully. The true immortal after "transmigration" might be contaminated with an ominous aura. These forbidden formations probably existed for this reason.

The huge square covered with runes was filled with a powerful repressive force. It was difficult for ordinary cultivators to get close to it, but it was useless to Yan Xing. He ignored everything and climbed onto the platform easily.

"Old monk, I'm sorry."

Yan Xing put his hands together in a salute, his eyes sparkling as he carefully examined the corpse in front of him.

It turned out to be a high monk, who had probably achieved the status of Arhat Bodhisattva. Although he was dead, his golden body had survived the vicissitudes of time and remained immortal.

The corpse sat in a slumped position, his eyes closed, his left hand making the Lotus Seal, and his right hand making the Reincarnation Seal. His skinny body seemed to be coated with a layer of gold paint, glittering and dazzling.

The only thing that puzzled Yan Xing was that there was no mark of ordination on his head.

"A high monk is a high monk, and he is naturally different from an ordinary monk. Those legendary Buddhas and Bodhisattvas rarely have scars on their heads."

Yan Xing didn't care about this, and bowed again, whispering: "Old monk, as the saying goes, dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth. Since you have reincarnated, leaving this ominous body behind is also a disaster for the people. I dare to eat your body, which can be regarded as a blessing to the people!"

"Amitabha!"

"Old monk, you don't say anything, does this mean you agree?! Thank you very much, good!"

Seeing that the old monk acquiesced to his proposal, Yan Xing's expression suddenly became more serious. He couldn't wait to dismantle the hell dimension crack and wanted to pack up the corpse and take it away, but found that the other party didn't move at all.

"Formation confinement?"

Yan Xing glanced at the densely entangled runes on the high platform, then jumped up, gathered all his strength in his hands, pressed on the old monk's shoulders, and pushed towards the dimension crack below.

When the palm touched the old monk, something strange happened.

Boom——

Buzz!

"Huh!? This is..."

Yan Xingtong's heart shrank suddenly, his heart beat inexplicably, and he felt panic for a moment. The next moment, a golden stream of light shot out from the depths of the hell plane and filled his eyes.

The moment he saw the stream of light, Yan Xing's expression froze, he looked down at the old monk, and thought to himself that it was not good.

Boom!

Thunder suddenly roared above the sky.

The corpse of the immortal who had been dead for an unknown period of time seemed to be awakened by the thunder, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"It's bad!"

Yan Xing's face darkened, as expected, he was calculated.

The "old monk" opened his eyes, the right eye was dead but intact, but the left eye was a dark hole, and the eyeball had long disappeared.

How could this be the corpse of a true immortal?

It's clearly the remains of a saint!

Ka! Kacha——

The golden stream of light had escaped from the hell dimension in an instant. As it approached the corpse, the golden barrier on its surface was also shattered rapidly. A big hole was broken in the living heart, and then a golden eyeball shot out, piercing the void and embedded directly in the eye socket.

The remains of a saint finally returned to perfection.

Papapapa!

In the void, crisp applause came, and Yan Xing's face became even darker when he heard it.

"Hahaha! Wonderful, it's really the essence!"

Kacha! Boom——

The void was broken, and a completely black temple directly pierced through the wall of the secret realm, fell down with a bang, and crushed the boundless earth.

Aobei laughed to the sky, clapped his hands, and stepped out of the temple. Behind him, there were nine figures, all exuding a terrifying aura of gods and demons.

Ten supreme gods and demons took a step and appeared directly in the temple square. They ignored Yan Xing on the high platform as if he were air and looked at the remains of the saint with fanatic expressions.

『The main body is oppressed by the breath of gods and demons, and the indomitable will of the innate nature continues to strengthen...』

Yan Xing's eyes twitched, but he didn't want to pay attention to the panel prompt. He was in a bad mood. He didn't expect that he would be pecked in the eye by a goose after hunting geese all day. It was the first time in such a long time that he suffered such a big loss.

Furious, but helpless, this loss is inevitable.

"I *you*."

The annoyance on Yan Xing's face suddenly disappeared, and he greeted the relatives of many gods and demons with a calm face.

"Boy, what did you say!?"

Aobei and others changed their expressions slightly, widened their eyes, and looked at Yan Xing in disbelief. They were powerful gods and demons with high positions. How could they have been insulted like this? Even their master, the high and mighty Lord of Reincarnation, had never scolded them like this!

He even thought that he had just heard hallucinations.

"I said, I *you*."

Yan Xing was also helpless. What could he do? He couldn't beat them, and he couldn't move the corpse of the saint. After suffering such a big loss, couldn't he let his mouth spit? If he was angry, he would not hold it in, he just wanted to disgust the other party.

"How dare you! You're looking for death!"

The gods and demons had no intention of attacking from beginning to end. It was obvious that Aobei had already told everyone about the strangeness of Yan Xing, and all means were in vain.

But the clay man still had some anger. No matter whether it made sense to attack or not, the anger had to be vented.

Swish--

One of the gods and demons did not believe in evil and used his most proud magical power. A ray of scarlet light passed by, and Yan Xing had no power to resist and fell directly into [Void].

"Is this kid really unkillable?!"

Except for Aobei, who looked like he had known this long ago, the other gods and demons showed surprise, looked at each other, and felt extremely shocked.

What kind of existence is this guy?

It's completely unreasonable!

"Okay, let him curse if he wants to. Just treat it as fart, the wail of a defeated dog. Business is more important!"

Aobei waved his hand and reminded him, then jumped onto the platform first, took out a bronze coffin, and became solemn and ready to cast a spell to take the remains of the saint.

Seeing this, the other gods and demons also hurried forward to help, ignoring Yan Xing who was standing aside.

The remains of the saint are the lifeblood of the Lord of Reincarnation. There must be no mistakes, otherwise, they will probably be reincarnated as prostitutes in the next life.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder. If he offended the Lord of Reincarnation, death would only be the beginning of punishment.

Damn it!

Yan Xing looked calm on the surface, but he was so angry that he jumped eight feet high and gnashed his teeth with hatred.

Exiting the virtual state, he reached out and picked up the broken heart that had fallen into the interlayer of the dimension, threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it into his stomach.

The law furnace trembled slightly, the light of the origin swept through, and the unparalleled cause and effect law was instantly integrated.

After evolving the talent of [Absolute Freedom], he had the ability to take out this Daoyuan law, but in order not to interfere with the normal operation of the golden light barrier, he had never implemented it. Now it doesn't matter.

Looking at Yan Xing who swallowed his heart alive, a god and demon frowned slightly, and saw the crazy and cruel unscrupulous means in this weird boy.

This descendant of the Yan family is a big hidden danger!

"Aobei, does the master have any instructions? How should we deal with this kid?"

"Wait..."

Aobei was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed and he looked up at the sky.

"Hurry up and collect the remains of the saint!"

"Those guys are coming."