Ma Ying, who was once punched to death by Ke Xiaoliang, is also a true immortal.
Of course, there should also be some kind of psychic power to interfere with reality.
However, he was killed too quickly, and Ke Xiaoliang did not give Ma Ying a chance to use this method.
And Ke Xiaoliang would not choose that time to test the true immortal's methods and level.
Indeed, the power of the mind is the most versatile of any other kind of supernatural ability.
Its versatility far exceeds physical strength.
Because there are some purely spiritual worlds that can indeed dissolve the physical body and make the body empty.
However, no matter how materialistic the world is, we cannot deny the existence of the mind, because the mind is the basis of life. When there is no active body of the mind, it can only be called a machine. The paradox is that once the mind transcends the constraints of matter, it itself is extremely idealistic and does not need to obey any external rules and constraints at all.
Mind...this force is free and powerful.
It's just that...it's not easy to really master it.
There are many extraordinary systems in the universe that can tap into the power of the soul in advance.
But they are all very superficial. Before the myth, it was impossible to get to the core. Instead, like other extraordinary paths, some frameworks were set, and then the power triggered by violence was arbitrarily inserted into this framework in an attempt to control it in advance. it.
The result is that it is more likely to form barriers to knowledge and vision, which in turn hinders the release of the true soul.
"However, to become a myth, you still need to change your life form. That is because the body is always the carrier of the soul. Although the soul has infinite possibilities, it must first have a body with greater possibilities."
"This is just like art creators, who can construct wild imaginations in their minds, but different physical qualities have different effects on how these imaginations are presented. Artists with better physical conditions, with the same experience, Under the premise of ability, the content expressed must be better than that of art creators who are in poor physical condition. This is the prison set by the body for the soul."
"Changing the body is to further release the mind. A better body can release a higher upper limit of the mind. This may... be one of the mysteries of immortals and gods." Ke Xiaoliang summarized his thoughts, and then Instantly fill the entire world.
Let the wild world become thicker and thicker as his concepts and experiences change.
Just as the world is constantly feeding back various abilities and information to Ke Xiaoliang, Ke Xiaoliang is also feeding back to the world while improving.
Ke Xiaoliang is not a blood-sucking insect lying on many worlds.
On the top of Xihuang Mountain, above the battlefield.
The battle between the two true immortals is still going on.
Zhang Baicheng fell from the sky, but released the non-existent green fire from his heart.
At this moment, Li Chenghai was not afraid.
Looking up at Zhang Baicheng falling from the sky, more water arrows condensed into shape in the huge waves set off by Li Chenghai.
In an instant, a full three floors had been laid out.
Not only that, there are fine water lines connecting the layers of water arrows, which has the effect of moving the whole body.
That is to say, when some of the water arrows come into contact with Zhang Baicheng, the remaining water arrows will surround him and wrap them up.
It is a complete combination of coverage attack and precise strike.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The wings behind Zhang Baicheng were still vibrating and flapping.
Every time he slapped, there was a sonic boom.
And the speed at which Zhang Baicheng improved over short distances was even more astonishing.
Clang!
The knife in Zhang Baicheng's hand was swung out again, with a different determination than before, as if the rust stains had been washed away.
The knife was clearly made of stone, but at this moment it shone with a metallic sheen, carrying a sharp edge.
The blue and cyan fire wrapped around the blade, and with the blessing of extremely strong speed, it formed an extremely strong impact.
Speed, flames, vibrations, and the decisive killing intent extending from the will, all came together, covering the seemingly ordinary stone knife, but collided with an unimaginable roar.
At this time, Zhang Baicheng was wielding a sword, vaguely matching some figures from a thousand years ago, completing the overlap of different worlds.
After all, Zhang Baicheng hasn't completely 'cooled' yet.
In his chest, the blood that was stimulated still retained its warmth.
Some fights have long been forgotten, some tactics have long been rusty, and some sounds have been absent for many years.
This fight again... is like a trapped dragon escaping from its trap and a fierce tiger coming out of the gate.
It is the mania that has been suppressed for many years.
When the sound of the sword resounded, a cold chill could not help but surge from the heart of the person.
It seems to be inspiring a little bit of fear and fear in people's hearts.
This should be regarded as a small trick that monks from the Ten Demon Sect should be used to.
The Ten Demon Sect is used to conspiracy and plotting behind the scenes. In fact, it started with the black-hearted old man.
Although the previous Heart Demon Sect possessed demons and killed people with their thoughts, they were not inclined to use any means.
Killing people's hearts with swords and killing people's wills and thoughts can be regarded as one of the methods of the school. They still follow the path of head-on confrontation and the final decision is based on combat power.
At this time, Zhang Baicheng looked like a swaggering angel who fell from heaven to earth.
What came oncoming was the roaring sea of anger from the human world.
However, facing the three giant water arrow nets connected in series, Zhang Baicheng showed no fear or retreat.
Even if he wants to kill this world with a knife, he also needs to prove his domineering and evil intentions.
All the emotions in the world are like a net, and the rolling situation is like a tide. People are caught in the tide of the net, drifting with the tide and unable to control themselves.
At this moment, you need to draw your sword!
Just chop, just chop!
Regardless of whether he can kill Qingming.
Regardless of whether a smooth road can be made.
The giant net was shattered one by one.
Thousands of water arrows surrounded Zhang Baicheng, wrapping him into a big water ball.
The faint blue brilliance is constantly refracted from the water ball, and it is still brilliant.
Vaguely, Zhang Baicheng even thought of that night thousands of years ago.
As a slave, he stoned his own young master to death on his way to Kuadaomen Mountain Gate to choose a disciple.
That was his first challenge to fate.
When he put on the young master's clothes, picked up the young master's letter of recommendation, and usurped the young master's identity... everything was reversed and changed at that point in time.
If he hadn't had that courage then.
Maybe he had already turned into a pile of bones.
That was the first time that he... worked hard to open the thigh of the goddess of fate.
Then he pushed in hard, hard.
"Zhang Baicheng...is this my name?"
"its not right!"
"My name is Eryu. More than one, there is one more. To my parents, I am the second after the redundant. It's just the bitter fruit they get after they can't bear the lust for animals."
At this time, Zhang Baicheng seemed to have seen the scene where his father tied him to the market with a straw tag.
That was his most humble, powerless and weak past.
And now... when he fell, he finally had the courage to face himself like this.
Boom!
The water ball exploded, and Zhang Baicheng continued to practice the knife, just like before, just like before, just like the past, but far away from the past.
Looking at Zhang Baicheng's sword, Li Chenghai suddenly had an intuition... All the means he had deployed could not stop this sword.
This is his intuition derived from many years of combat experience.
So subconsciously, Li Chenghai took a small step back, staggering from his previous position.
It's just that this staggered position... it's very likely that a whole world has been staggered.
Some people don’t know when they fell behind.
This backwardness lies in inadvertence, in cowardice, inability to persevere... and inability to see oneself clearly.
boom!
The waves on the high cliff suddenly roared.
In front of Li Chenghai, there were ferocious water dragons, the huge waves they set off were spectacular and majestic, and the entrenched giant net of water arrows seemed to be able to block everything.
But...the sword fire and the fire in the heart, driven by the wind blowing at high speed, spread crazily with the force of a more complete prairie fire.
When the knife fell.
Li Chenghai seemed to see a ferocious and ferocious young man hitting his face with a stone.
It was so ordinary, so crude, so simple to smash down... but it made him feel vaguely unable to resist.
It's not the action that's irresistible.
Rather, it is the deep-seated determination contained in these actions.
One's origin, one's background, one's origins, one's connections...it is too difficult to change these! Too difficult! Too difficult!
Some people can accomplish the same thing so easily.
But some people need to be frightened and look forward and backward for a long time before they dare to slowly test and move forward slowly... Even in the midst of this, they are put under various pressures, ridiculed for their incompetence, ridiculed for being timid, and criticized for being timid. Sarcasm is useless.
Because they can't afford to risk failure, because they can't go back at any one time.
Behind them, there was no mountain, but a cliff.
A huge wave came, and some people sailed away on sailboats.
But some people were washed back to the shore, back to where they started.
This sword didn't kill Li Chenghai!
It's fate...it's the reluctance to face fate.
It's unfair to fate!
It is the resentment and poison that has been accumulated in Zhang Baicheng's heart... and even forgotten. It is another self hidden under his identity and personality.
It was Ke Xiaoliang who awakened this self in him.
But at this moment, he wanted to use this self as the edge of the knife to open up a new destiny for him.
At this moment, Li Chenghai couldn't help but discover with horror that the changing divine body and the divine light flowing on the body seemed to be unable to withstand the devastation of this terrible blade, and suddenly exploded into countless light spots, and then retreated towards the surroundings.
Many of the warriors who were still fighting and clashing around the two men's battlefield also stopped.
Then he stopped and looked at Zhang Baicheng's self-releasing knife in shock.
Such a knife...it's so beautiful!
But beauty is only its most superficial definition.
Like its blade, it records a kind of cruelty.
The cruelty and cruelty of the human heart, the cruelty and cruelty of the world, are connected with the cruelty and cruelty of the blade, and actually complete a trinity of unity.
The sights of the gods, even more unified by Ke Xiaoliang, were all aimed at him.
The pressure of his gaze made it almost difficult for Li Chenghai to breathe, but Zhang Baicheng seemed not to notice.
If a dog gives birth to nine sons, there must be one mastiff.
There are certainly many people in a place like the Ten Demon Sect who are plotting and scheming.
However, there will always be some people who gradually become different and are better at frontal attacks...and are particularly outstanding.
No matter how much Zhang Baicheng behaved after entering the real demon world.
But back then, he was indeed... dictatorial in his own way.
Under the sword, he is invincible.
No less weak than Ke Xiaoliang, who was the leader of the Ten Demon Sect before.
Those who can single-handedly step out of the small world and become true immortals will never have simple roles.
It’s just time and high-pressure experiences that have tarnished their dignity and self.
Zhang Baicheng awakened first before Li Chenghai... which meant that the winner of this battle seemed to be determined.
The fire spread and ignited the majestic sea.
The fire in the heart is like a prairie fire, burning the unwillingness and resentment in people's hearts.
Li Chenghai almost smelled the breath of death.
This kind of fire that ignites the soul will never stop in another world.
It can even pursue ideas and spread into reality...
At this time, Li Chenghai just realized it later.
He knew he was on the edge of despair.
Taking another step back is an abyss.
In reality, Li Chenghai looked at Zhang Baicheng crazily and horrified.
"You dare to kill me?"
"You actually want to kill me? Are you crazy?" Li Chenghai asked Zhang Baicheng.
They are all just pawns of the real big shots in the real demon world. They are both dogs, but they all need to look at the face of each other's masters. Even if they hate each other to death, they should show some mercy and pay attention to scale and propriety when making moves.
But now, Zhang Baicheng has crossed this scale and does not care about this measure.
He just wanted to kill Li Chenghai... no matter in another world or in reality.
but why?
Is it just because of the little profit from another world?
Is it because of the so-called gaze of the gods?
Just because of... a little divine blood reward?
They are true immortals!
A true immortal on the same level as the gods!
Although the so-called mythical bloodline still supplements true immortals, it is by no means as thirsty as mortals.
Why?
what is this?
Li Chenghai's eyes revealed this questioning.
At the same time, in reality, he began to use various methods to cut off the connection between himself and his clone in the wild world.
He cannot be influenced or implicated.
He wants to live!
Live a long time! long time!
He remembered that... it was not easy, it was not easy, to survive from the Blood Demon Palace, and to reach the current position step by step.
Turning around, Li Chenghai escaped in reality.
And this kind of escape also affected him in the wild world.
When those large nets of thousands of arrows woven by water waves were easily torn apart and evaporated.
Under the rolling motion of several waterspouts, Li Chenghai, reflected by dozens of water waves, fled in different directions at the same time.
At this moment, he even wanted to jump off the top of Xihuang Mountain and escape from this battlefield.
This was the only escape incident that occurred on the top of Xihuang Mountain.
The mosasaurus god has turned into a dense dark cloud above the sky.
His wrath has been completely displayed in its form.
When a brave man dies on the battlefield, his heroic soul will always shine.
The cowardly person avoids a deadly battle and is despised while still alive.
In the real world, there seems to be room for justification in order to live and avoid death, no matter what the circumstances.
But here... this is the world of the gods, the home ground where the gods decide everything.
A rolling black vortex appeared on the top of the mountain.
This whirlpool was facing Zhang Baicheng and Li Chenghai.
It did not interfere with their combat effectiveness and behavioral abilities, but restrained them all on the battlefield.
Mainly for Li Chenghai...he can't escape!
The powerful suction force tore all Li Chenghai's many phantom water incarnations into pieces.
Li Chenghai showed an expression of fear and anger.
He knew he couldn't escape, but he still wanted to turn around and fight back with all his strength.
But the last opportunity has already been missed.
Wow!
The blade carrying the faint blue fire light cut open Li Chenghai's chest.
This knife is like Zhang Baicheng's mourning for the past.
But this knife fell on Li Chenghai's body, and for him, it was like the awakening of painful memories.
He was once... just a blood cow in the Blood Demon Palace!
That was the past that he was most miserable about and the one he least wanted to recall.
But now, this bloody past has been torn apart mercilessly by Zhang Baicheng's knife.
The terrifying edge struck Li Chenghai's body.
All the instinctive resistance was cut off by Zhang Baicheng.
If Zhang Baicheng wants to spread those legs again, he will never show mercy.
This time... he wants to get more.
This time... he didn't want to compromise.
boom!
Li Chenghai's body was torn open by the rolling force of the knife!
In an instant, there was complete separation of flesh and blood.
The flames burned on every piece of bone and flesh, but burned directly into Li Chenghai's soul.
A large amount of fear, fear, struggle, madness and other negative emotions released by Li Chenghai gathered into a big river and poured towards Ke Xiaoliang.
In reality, Li Chenghai's body was still stained with traces of fire.
Under the rising sun, above the endless sea, Li Chenghai pulled out a long line of blood, then shattered the void and disappeared into this world.
He escaped!
In a very humiliating way.
When he and Zhang Baicheng were also pulled back to a certain past.
They ultimately made decidedly different choices.
However...does this mean Zhang Baicheng wins?
But not necessarily!
Just like a poor student, in full view of everyone, he slapped a powerful second-generation man in the face like crazy.
Did he win?
Amid the cheers and applause of the crowd, it seemed like this.
But the gloomy eyes of the head teacher, the slow applause of the dean, the cold smile of the principal, and the huge and indifferent society outside the school... will most likely lead this victory to another gloomy outcome.
However, at this moment, in the applause and cheers of everyone, there is no doubt about the definition of victory.
Zhang Baicheng flapped his wings and landed heavily.
The sound of air waves blew away the surrounding crowd.
No one dared to approach within a radius of tens of meters.
The experience of that sword shock shocked everyone and even pleased the gods.
The blue bird divine light, which was almost the same as a beam of light, fell straight on Zhang Baicheng, repairing his wounds.
A drop of cyan divine blood fell from the light pillar, and then slowly fell into Zhang Baicheng's eyebrows.
After a moment, Zhang Baicheng raised his head and roared, the blue wings on his back spread out, flames flapped on the wings, and a strong wind blew.
The fighting around them is still going on.
Those noisy and boiling sounds will only become more intense because of the battle between Zhang Baicheng and Li Chenghai.
However, there was a tacit understanding that no one would challenge Zhang Baicheng again.
It seemed to be acquiescence to his victory and acknowledgment that he could have a place on the top of this mountain.
The battle lasted for five full days and nights.
When the brilliance of the Moon Palace Goddess filled the entire mountain top, the cold fluid repaired the wounds of the warriors.
Shen Hao appeared in the center of the gods in a majestic form, looking down at the warriors who had fought bravely.
"That's it!" Shen Hao said.
The gods nodded around Shen Hao.
Mortals gave their best fights.
The gods seemed to be satisfied in some way.
The next moment... the entire wild world began to undergo drastic changes.
Mountains, rivers, lakes, oceans, swamps, forests, grasslands, snow-capped mountains, deserts, hills, Gobi... everything is undergoing drastic changes.
They begin to flow.
Then quickly change and reverse positions.
The hunting grounds of those tribes that cannot arrange warriors to reach Xihuang Mountain are located at the extreme border of the world.
The living environment is only slightly better than that of the remnants of the ancient gods who were knocked down into the abyss.
For tribes that can arrange for warriors to arrive at Xihuang Mountain, their living position and living environment are better and have reached a higher level.
It is also closer to Xihuang Mountain, and the distance to the divine realm of the gods... is also closer.
Above that, of course, are the ethnic groups that have warriors who enter the top of Xihuang Mountain and participate in the conference of all ethnic groups.
These tribes are evenly distributed around Xihuang Mountain.
Those sacred mountains shining with stars, those woodlands full of sacred treasures... will become the hunting grounds and orchards of these tribes.
People from these tribes will have better living conditions and growth environment.
As for the best areas, they belong to the tribes where the best warriors belong on the battlefield on the top of the mountain.
Among them is the Blue Bird tribe to which Zhang Baicheng belongs.
Standing on the top of Xihuang Mountain, watching the changes in the mountains and rivers, everyone felt an inexplicable feeling of ups and downs in their hearts.
On a wider land, such changes and changes are more specific and detailed.
People lost their hometown and went to the unknown.
The tribes that obtained better hunting grounds and land entered into a carnival after a brief period of discomfort.
And those tribes who went to worse places to live were in sorrow.
"So this is the purpose of the Ten Thousand Races Conference?"
"The strong survive and the weak are eliminated... This is indeed a universal law."
"But I think this is the last time!"
"For the last time... God will decide who should have better soil, and who will struggle to survive and die in a remote place!" The great elder from Baotong World stood at the rapidly moving position. Above the mountains, these words were spoken.
