High in the sky, abyss, and in the colorful river, all the quasi-sage masters summoned their divine bodies and bloodline visions, and used their powerful talents to bathe and absorb the holy thoughts and the saint's true energy, break through the holy gate, and enter the holy realm.
Once they become saints, they will become the strongest saints of this generation and even after this martial arts boom! Standing out from thousands of quasi-sages, terrifying and capable of killing immortals are their symbols!
However, among these people, they are undoubtedly Su Miaojin’s Jiuhuang Holy Body, Li Chunyuan’s Zhenwu Divine Body, Jiang Wuwei’s Barbarian Witch Holy Body, Zhao Tong’er’s innate spiritual body, the Yingsi people’s demon bloodline, Jiang Nuying’s innate Taoist body, Zhe Feiyan’s ancient immortal Fei Qiong’s bloodline, Cui Ying’er and others are the most powerful!
Most of the warriors in this world who can reach the level of the spiritual platform are geniuses with divine bodies and bloodlines, with different levels and characteristics. It is said that in the ancient times tens of thousands of years ago, there were tens of millions of people with any kind of divine body or bloodline. There is only one peerless prodigy who can practice ten or a hundred times faster than ordinary people. It is these people who can kill foreigners!
However, there is no shortage of smart people in the world. In order to fight against all races, they can also forcibly create them, such as setting up monstrous formations and forcibly gathering babies from all major races. After a long period of accumulation, they are now in ruins. Everyone has them, and There is no clear distinction between high and low.
However, the divine bloodlines of people like Su Miaojin are among the top three in the world, extremely powerful!
At this moment, with the vision of the divine body and bloodline, he was frantically gathering his holy thoughts and true energy, which was in sharp contrast to the trepidation of others!
Among them, Xin Zhuo was the most unbearable. He resisted with his mortal body and his whole body trembled violently.
"Xin Zhuo does not have the qualifications and medium to become a saint, so he cannot become a saint."
"If you cannot become a saint, you will naturally die!"
Countless warriors have reached a consensus. Thinking of the rumors about Xin Zhuo over the years, they can't help but sigh. He is unparalleled in combat power, a leader in his field, and extremely talented. How ironic is it that he was so restricted when he became a saint?
"Junior brother..."
Gongsun Li's face was as pale as a sheet of paper. If his junior brother could not become a saint and died here, and the master and the others were indeed gone, what would he do alone...
The faces of the group of great saints were cryptic, but Jiang Wen's eyes flashed with a complex look, and he closed his eyes and stopped looking.
Time passes slowly.
An hour.
Two hours.
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one day.
Two days.
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Sixteen days.
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The tens of thousands of warriors present are all fasting people. They can enter samadhi for several months at a time. Naturally, they will not feel agitated. They need to witness the appearance of these so-called strongest saints.
Until the forty-fourth day, a person suddenly flew out of the colorful river, and was ejected straight into the abyss into the sky, to the roots of the tree that looked like a fortress in the sky.
The body is glowing with a hazy colorful glow, there is a strange fragrance and the shadows of flowers fall to the ground, and the momentum is like a rainbow.
Unfortunately, the aura of the holy realm is not pure.
False Saint!
Although he is a false saint, he is much stronger than ordinary false saints, and his life is not in danger.
This person looked up with nostalgia, then landed on the ground and bowed his hands to everyone around him.
The tens of thousands of warriors had mixed emotions, nodded slightly, and continued to look upward without blinking.
next moment,
"Whoosh whoosh..."
One after another, warriors were ejected from the colorful river and fell down, all of them fake saints!
Three, four...eighteen...thirty-six...fifty-one...seventy-nine...one hundred and thirty...four hundred and seventy-three...five hundred and eighty...
There were a total of five hundred and eighty false saints, each with regret, regret, and nostalgia on their faces, and they bowed their hands helplessly.
And now there are only thirty-nine people left in the colorful river!
At this time, the bodies of Su Miaojin, Li Chunyuan, Jiang Wuwei, Ying Siren, Zhao Tong'er, Jiang Nuying and Cui Ying'er glowed with colorful rays of light at the same time. It was eye-catching, strong, and had a rich fragrance, and pieces of golden lotus, lotus, and spirits fell down. Flowers, Ganoderma lucidum...
There are faint shadows of dragons and phoenixes, four elephants and spiritual objects appearing, bowing and worshiping!
"Consecrated immediately!"
"Invite the innate souls to worship!"
"Such a saint!"
The tens of thousands of warriors below who had been waiting for a long time finally made a sensation and stood up one after another, with joyful expressions on their faces, and bowed their hands.
Even a group of great saints nodded slightly, full of joy. This was the last "Holy Saint Lin Yuan Rising". Every true saint was a treasure. It was a blessing to have more than ten of them appear at once!
Fortunately, it was just the beginning. Almost at the moment when countless people below were sighing, the colorful glow filled the long river again, the fragrance was rich, and the shadows of lotus and lotus fell densely...
The true saint appears again!
One, two...
Within the next hour, more than twenty true saints appeared one after another!
In other words, after the emergence of 580 false saints, all the remaining people became saints immediately!
This is simply something that has never happened before. Donghua Mingyu is lucky and the human race is lucky!
Chen Wentian stroked his beard and laughed: "Everyone, I have two true saints, Si Qingluo and Si Wuwu!"
Ye Feiying also smiled and said: "I have five disciples!"
"Three people!" Ji Fengyu shook his head with emotion, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.
Jiang Wen also rarely stroked his beard and said: "Seven! Accept the concession!"
"It's really too much!"
All the great saints were joking, and they were all in a happy mood. These thirty-eight true saints were basically all from their families, so what reason was there to be unhappy?
Su Miaojin and others who were the first to become saints have continued to go to high altitudes to receive further baptisms and reach the level of True Essence Saints. This is the only baptism that occurs only after becoming saints. Even if it is not in this "Holy Abyss", among others The same goes for being in retreat, the method is just different!
A saint is definitely a threshold for transcendence, and a true saint can go further than a true saint!
Just as thousands of martial arts masters below were cheering, someone suddenly realized something was wrong! There was actually a person sitting in the colorful river. There was no momentum or struggle on his body, as if he was asleep!
Xin Zhuo!
These days, he has been forgotten, why is he still there?
He is not a false saint, nor has he become a saint. It is unreasonable!
What is he doing?
A group of great sages stopped joking. The great sage Zhong Konghai Wentian stroked his beard and asked the group of false sages who were ejected: "Do you know what Xin Zhuo is doing?"
Gongsun Li, who had been feeling uneasy and restless, immediately looked over.
Even Jiang Wen frowned and looked over.
It's okay not to ask, but when I asked, the faces of the five hundred and eighty false saints all changed.
Hua Que'er from Qihuang Medical School also came to participate in this sanctification matter, but his qualifications were limited and he was just a fake saint. At this moment, he took the lead and said: "Xin Zhuo is weird. This guy is really weird. I can't see what he is doing from below. , but we know very well that if the holy thoughts and the saint's true energy in the seven-color river are divided into ten paths, he alone will occupy five of them!"
Another pseudo-holy expert also said: "He seems to have the vision of all of us in terms of body and bloodline, but he doesn't seem to have any. I really can't tell what he is doing, but it is true that he has half of it!"
The two people had excited voices and exaggerated expressions, as did the other pseudo-saints. No wonder they were so unstable even though they were already among the saints. The scene was really too weird, and it violated the rules for quasi-saints to become saints!
It was quiet in all directions.
After a while, the Bauhinia Holy Land Mieju waved his sleeves: "How can such nonsense make sense? Is he a monster?"
Chen Wentian also frowned and said, "This is ridiculous! Tell me in detail."
There was also a trace of hesitation in Jiang Wen's eyes.
Hua Que'er and a group of false saints immediately saluted: "I can't explain the reason, but it is absolutely true that this person is close to a demon. No accident, it is not difficult to become a saint. He may be...the first person to be a saint since ancient times." Anyone whose body is sanctified!”
Seeing a group of quasi-sages so solemn, no one from all directions said anything, I didn't know what to say.
At this moment, the colorful river in the "high-altitude abyss" suddenly shrank violently, and went straight towards Xin Zhuo who was sitting cross-legged like a tiger swallowing it.
And Xin Zhuo suddenly stood up, waving his sleeves heavily, the filth, dirt, and mundane smell on his body was gone, and his whole body was white and flawless, with a bright nine-color glow, and sixteen kinds of petals and spirits including lotus, lotus, hibiscus, and koi carp. Things are floating and dense, and the fragrance is overwhelming.
Immediately afterwards, thirty-seven kinds of phantoms of living beings rose and fell, bowing and worshiping.
The terrifying true holy aura can be felt even from thousands of feet below!
It is true that the mortal body has become holy, which has never happened before!
Nine-colored saints, unprecedented in history!
The purity of the breath is unparalleled!
"this……"
The tens of thousands of warriors below, including dozens of great saints, stood up one after another with shock on their faces.
They don’t understand this kind of saint either!
Jiang Wen's face also changed slightly, and the index finger of his right hand trembled slightly.
Gongsun Li was even more dazed and speechless for a long time.
…
High in the sky and in the abyss.
Xin Zhuo felt the majestic sea-like power in his body, a completely different power. This was a completely different realm from that of Quasi-Sage and those below!
Even if he could crush a city hundreds of miles away and kill millions of creatures with just one finger, it would still be like picking something out of a bag!
Immaculate! No dirt! A thoughtful mind!
Infinitely compatible with heaven and earth!
Flying to the sky and escaping to the earth, a thousand miles in one step, just taking it easy!
If the power he exerted before was just brute force, the power he possesses now is already superior to the underground and the human world!
No wonder it is said that "if you don't enter the holy realm, you will always be an ant." The gap is really huge!
And the reason why he was able to overcome the problem of being unable to become a saint and being excluded in his mortal body was that when he was in danger, he boldly conducted an experiment——
(End of chapter)
