At this moment, seven breaths have passed.
As long as three more breaths pass, as long as these three breaths pass. When the Great Barrier of Rebirth is formed, even if the extremely stingy body condenses again, there is still a way to obliterate it and obtain the purest power of life and death in the body.
There are already thirty-two golden monuments suspended in the nine pillars of sky-reaching fireworks.
In seven breaths of time, thirty-two monuments were lit, with only four left unlit.
But twenty-nine of them had already been lit up during the sixth breath. In this seventh breath, only two giant monuments were lit up.
The further you get to the back, the harder it gets.
Yan Zun's face was extremely pale and he was already extremely weak. But he still gritted his teeth, continued to draw out the essence and blood, and lit up the soul-crushing monument.
"Only four pieces can light up thirty-six pieces of soul-suppressing. In the past, the great taboo wiped out the extremely stingy in every life! This is the impermanent taboo, specially created for the extremely stingy. The purpose is to avoid the real impermanent reincarnation seal. Next, completely eradicate this stinginess of life and death!"
"There is only one left of the three-breath impermanent reincarnation rubbing and the Brahma Heart Spectrum Spiritual Treasure Taoist Master. Enough to delay!"
After finishing his words, Yan Zun once again extended his finger to the center of his eyebrows, drawn a drop of blood essence, and drew a talisman into the monument. One stroke after another, the mysterious Buddhist texts that are difficult for ordinary people to understand are outlined.
But at the last moment when he finished writing, Yan Zun's fingers trembled. I almost made this mistake and everything was empty.
He quickly stabilized this stroke, waiting for this stroke to fall behind. The golden light of the giant stele rose, and it instantly floated in the nine-color sky-reaching flame pillar, hanging side by side with the other thirty-two soul-suppressing stele.
After the soul-calming tablet floated up, Yan Zun suddenly raised his head.
Not only him, but also two Taoists, Lingbao and Wenzhen. Look up as well.
They felt ripples floating in the heaven and earth.
Someone has come here.
In a world that was already dilapidated and full of chaos, an empty door appeared.
In the empty door, a figure stepped out in one step.
This is a monk whose body is covered in brilliant light and ink, and his appearance cannot be seen.
But you can feel his realm.
"How dare you come to mess with this muddy water even though you are just in the middle stage of Xuanzhao? Are you impatient?" Taoist Master Lingbao frowned when he saw this person and shouted loudly.
"If you haven't left yet, do you want me to kill you?"
This is their plan, such a big picture. How can we allow others to intervene?
Although the other party is just Yangzhao, he is also afraid that something will happen.
Between the words, a roar resounded and reverberated.
An extremely powerful aura roared across the world, like a god or demon coming.
With the burst of this breath, behind that figure. A huge whirlpool appeared.
There were phantoms stepping out of the whirlpool step by step, and instantly integrated into his body.
In just one thought, thousands of phantoms merged in, making the momentum even more powerful, with the power of thunder.
"This is the realm of nirvana." Taoist Master Lingbao felt the surging atmosphere and his pupils shrank slightly. But still with perseverance.
"In the early stage of Nirvana, I made a mistake. But I, Lingbao, is known as the first person in the realm of annihilation. The number of Nirvana strongmen who died under my hands is not more than dozens, and there are as many as two hands. If you go up again Don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Taoist Wen Zhen turned around and looked at that figure in the distance. He didn't pay much attention to it and continued to raise his sword to cut the turbidity.
This person who suddenly appeared is just an insignificant person to Taoist Wen Zhen. It will not be too late to kill him after ten breaths have passed.
The golden dragon roared, and the light it emitted instantly overwhelmed the black and white fireworks.
In the center of the battlefield, the aftermath of the sword machine was fierce. Chu Cheng's body continued to vibrate, even his soul. There is a feeling that once trapped in this sword machine, there will be no recovery.
"This is the realm of destruction that is so powerful that it cannot be matched." Chu Cheng murmured in his heart and looked at the old man again.
"Lingbao? This name sounds familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere before."
Chu Cheng thought about it for a while, but he just forgot it in a moment.
In this terrifying sword machine, his body was constantly being shaken, and the blood in his body was boiling.
The two-color fireworks were so overwhelming that even if one coughed up blood under such power, it would be difficult to see them.
After a breath, the sword machine was gone. But the turbid color began to surge violently, rolling into waves.
Ji Jing wants to condense his body, and the breath he emits is even more terrifying.
At this moment, the expressions of the three strong men on this side suddenly changed.
A feeling of emptiness suddenly arises in my heart.
This is not a feeling, but a reality. The million miles of turbidity began to dissipate rapidly. But the evil aura still permeates the world.
Concentrates as it dissipates.
"Is this emptiness? It's the realm of emptiness." When Chu Cheng felt this breath, he immediately thought of the scene he saw in the Demon Lord's Residence.
At that time, the aura spread by the Demon Lord and Donghua Immortal King was like this.
"This is the realm of no realm, the realm of emptiness. Even if you are immortal, you can only become nothing in front of this!"
Chu Cheng knew that there was no room for hesitation. Once this extremely stingy body gathers, everyone will live and die clinging to stinginess. Trapped in illusion all year round, taste of immortality.
But all that is false, it is not life but actually death.
Chu Cheng stepped out of the room, his eyes burning red.
The appearance of this red flame caused the whole world to sway.
From thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
At this moment, the color of the world changed drastically. The expressions of the three strongest men present also changed at this moment.
They saw that the land within a million miles was no longer broken. The chaos also disappeared.
What appeared in front of them was a beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, but in a trance, a huge red mist rolled in. It's like being trapped in a rolling world.
In the world of mortals, there is a Yangtze River that is a million miles away, but it is not clear, but extremely turbid.
Even the blazing sun in the sky cannot shine into the stream.
These are the two brightest colors in this world.
At this moment, a thin line fell from the sky. Like light feathers.
This light feather fell, but it was like such a sharp sword, dividing the river.
The turbidity opened up with a thin line, and in this opening, black and white were reappeared.
Taoist Wen Zhen and others felt an extremely strong sense of life and death at this moment.
This is the true meaning of life and death.
In life, people can take a bath and be reborn, but in death, people can never recover.
Under this clear black and white. Everyone saw someone hooking a finger, and using the death intention in his hand as a guide, the ink of the surging Yangtze River instantly surged up towards that finger.
The white half river continues to flow into the sky amid the turbulent rolling. Enter that person's body.
Roar again. This is the magnificence of the opening of heaven.
The sky and the earth are like this.
There is a powerful aura brewing, breaking through the layers of clouds and scattering dazzling brilliance that can suppress the sharp edges of the stars, gradually forming a majestic and spectacular yin and yang diagram of life and death.
In front of this yin and yang of life and death, not only Yan Zun and the others, but also the cultivators who looked at the jade curtain, all felt as small as dust and endless awe in their hearts.
This is life and death, a life and death that even ascetics cannot transcend.
But so what in this life, why fear in death?
Some just control this life and death.
