In the black and white world, Zhang Qing turned over and fell.
The red flame arm blocked Yin Xinghe's dry palm, and the scattered sword light gradually dimmed.
"Immortal transformation!"
In the low voice, Yin Xinghe felt that his arm had lost all strength in an instant, as if it had turned into the arm of a mortal old man.
His face changed in shock, but it was already too late. There was dragon breath in the roaring flames, and his entire arm was submerged.
When he retreated in panic, blood filled the void, and Yin Xinghe's expression completely darkened at the empty shoulder.
He could never break through Zhang Qing's immortal transformation, nor could he break through the immortal golden body on the opponent's body.
The majestic golden mana condensed on the shoulder, forming a mana palm instead. After trying for so long, Yin Xinghe finally refused to get close to Zhang Qing.
The opponent's physique was far superior to his.
"Cut the Tianhe with the sword, retreat in all directions with one sword!"
Even though the power cannot reach the most terrifying state under the Immortal Mortal Transformation, the sword light that splits the world into two still made Zhang Qing wary.
The flame spear was thrown forward, and was torn apart the moment it hit the sword light.
"It's really not easy." Zhang Qing sighed. Any ordinary monk would have become a foundation-building cultivator in such a long time. However, even though Yin Xinghe's cultivation level has been somewhat reduced, his aura has not. More and more terrible.
If the immortal transformation had not blocked the opponent's control of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, Zhang Qing doubted that the spiritual energy within a radius of thirty miles below the sword would have been enveloped and become the edge of the opponent's flying sword.
Amid the faint dragon roar, purple light spread, and the small purple golden bowl grew larger above Zhang Qing's head, and a beam of light fell down to cover Zhang Qing.
The power of the Zijin Bo is very complex, including suppression, soul-stirring, corrosion, and the ability to steal the enemy's soul, and its own hardness is even more puzzling.
When Zhang Qing failed to build the foundation, he used the Purple Golden Bowl to block the palm of an Open Heaven Sect Buddhist cultivator. Even if it was just the aftermath, it was enough to witness the power of the Purple Golden Bowl.
After all, this can be regarded as the magical power gathered by a strong man who opened the Tianmen.
The power brought by the Dragon Shepherd Chapter is blasted forward. Zhang Qing is different from Yin Xinghe. As a user of the immortal power, the moment he takes action with all his strength, all the spiritual energy outside the black and white world is used for him.
Taking advantage of the general trend of heaven and earth, the fist seal of this punch shattered the ripples of the sword light in front of him and hit the flying sword directly.
The sharp cracks made Yin Xinghe's eyes flash with pain, but the sword light became even more powerful.
"If you fall into a trap and break the situation, you will die."
As an Immortal Golden Lotus who has lived for hundreds of years, Yin Xinghe is definitely not someone who yells and gives up when encountering any difficulties. On the contrary, after knowing the outcome, he will become even crazier.
This is the Taoist heart of immortal monks, or even the vast majority of people in the world who are determined to seek immortality.
Hearing the Tao in the morning can lead to death in the evening, and in the process of seeking the Tao, they can use all means to make their enemies fall in front of them first.
Even if the result is that he himself will die.
"With this sword, only all directions can be retreated."
Zhang Qing's only way is to avoid this sword, and once he avoids it, the space of the Immortal Mortal Transformation will be torn into powder. By then, Yin Xinghe's mid-stage Golden Lotus strength will definitely explode.
The fist seal was torn, and at the same time, Zhang Qing's palm hundreds of meters away was torn.
The crimson flaming palm was cut open between the fingers, but the flying sword roared at such a speed that he had no chance to check and repair his injuries.
Zijinbo trembled crazily. As a Buddhist magical power, he was many levels worse than the Immortal Golden Body. While it was crumbling, there were even the slightest cracks.
The green light on Zhang Qing's body flashed, a green lotus floated behind him, and the incarnation of the green lotus in white clothes and silver face came out.
The book in his hand rolled crazily, and finally settled on a page. It was a bloody world, with endless haze in the sky, dilapidated ruins on the earth, and the tip of a bloody long sword revealed from the haze.
The tip of the sword reflected from the scroll into reality and appeared in front of the flying sword. Two extreme sharp edges spread and exploded, and the space maintained by the Immortal Mortal Transformation was shattered without any hesitation.
The world of ink painting seemed to have been washed away by heavy rain. The roaring battlefield and the violent aura of heaven and earth were easily perceived by the two of them.
However, the protagonist who caused all this has not yet disappeared. The golden flying sword broke inch by inch, and the blood-colored sword gradually dimmed. In the end, the latter, who was still lacking in cultivation, disappeared between heaven and earth.
The fragments of the broken flying sword attracted each other and returned to Yin Xinghe's side, barely condensing the appearance of the sword.
Zhang Qing and Qinglian's incarnations surrounded Yin Xinghe one after another. Their voices were calm, "What other methods do you have?"
"Haha." Yin Xinghe lowered his head, his pale hair disheveled. The blood at the corner of his mouth and his one arm all proved that the old man was running out of gas.
More than three hundred third-order flying swords guarded the side, but now only... half of them remained.
The power brought to Zhang Qing by the Dragon Shepherd Chapter allows him to easily crush third-level magic weapons of this level.
"You don't seem to quite understand the meaning of golden lotus."
A bright golden lotus appeared behind Yin Xinghe, with a dazzling shadow. After zooming in, it was discovered that the golden lotus seemed to be condensed from the light of tiny swords.
Yin Xinghe raised his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I have to admit that at your age, with your cultivation level, you have such strength, which has surpassed everyone in Yun Mengze. If the cultivation level is equal, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive. Live with a stick of incense.”
"But after all, there is a time gap of more than a hundred years between you and me."
"How much can you smooth over now?"
The golden lotus behind Yin Xinghe collapsed, and one petal completely fell into the void. The void was like a lake. The golden lotus fell and ripples scattered in all directions, and then vast golden light rose densely among the ripples.
Like the brilliance of the sun, like the light from the end of the world, shining from a distant place.
Then came the second petal, and the third...
"Under ascension, the realm is infinite, and the essence of the realm of cultivation has never been the so-called improvement of strength. Strength is just a companion."
"Inducing Qi, practicing Qi, building foundation, golden lotus..."
"Each realm represents the traces of a practitioner between heaven and earth. Only after planting a golden lotus can one be qualified to appreciate it."
"There is a Tao in heaven and earth, and the passage of Tao leaves traces. If you and I cultivate immortality, we are cultivating the Tao."
"Can you possibly see these traces of Tao?"
Thousands of golden sword lights enveloped Yin Xinghe. He stood in the void with one arm. He looked at Zhang Qing and the incarnation of Qinglian. In an instant, the golden sword energy turned into a storm and spread.
The sky for dozens of miles was all encompassed, all birds were gone, spiritual energy was gone, and the sharp edge that tore everything apart was close to poking a hole in the sky.
