At this time, many monks watching the battle were already desperate for Ling Yuluo.
If they were in a different place, they would feel that the battle in front of them would be impossible to succeed.
The foreign gods were unscathed, but seemed to be angered. While roaring, they transformed with divine power and formed golden thorns that wrapped everything.
The thorns spread, blocking all Ling Yuluo's retreat space, and then encircled him heavily, tightening suddenly.
From the dazzling golden thorns, dripping blood seeped out and gradually spread to the surrounding surface.
The originally noisy spectators now became slightly silent.
They were not worried about Ling Yuluo, but sentimental about their own destiny and future.
No matter how vast the world is, there will always be only a handful of people standing at the top of the pyramid.
They came to this world not to be porters, but to have their own ambitions and ambitions.
At this moment... With Ling Yuluo's blood spilled on the battlefield, the ambitions and ambitions of these monks seemed to have been severely frustrated.
But at this moment, someone heard the fierce sound of swords.
The surrounding time and space formed a false solidification.
In fact, this kind of solidification does not mean that time really stops running.
But there is a person's concept of time that is suddenly accelerating.
A stark contrast to the 'slow' others around.
"Sword... twenty-three?" Someone among the spectators slowly said this term.
Sword Twenty-Three...The sword that transcends time set by Xiao Wuzun. From a practical concept, such a sword must at least be a golden immortal to be truly completed.
But the warrior who restored the sword found a shortcut.
If you can't make everyone pause, then find ways to make yourself faster, as if it is faster than light and time. In this kind of extreme speed, the time of others seems to have frozen.
Using such a sword requires extremely strong spiritual cultivation. If there is no strong spiritual power, the rapidity of the race against time will quickly backfire, causing the sword wielder to intensify his aging, until he dies of exhaustion.
A violent sword light erupted, and the golden thorns were chopped into pieces.
The blood-stained white clothes rustled in the strong wind.
The shining sword energy seemed to escape from Ling Yuluo's body, and then turned into a mad dragon of sword energy, hovering outside the body.
Ling Yuluo seemed to be completely enveloped by the sword energy at this time. The person, the sword, and the extremely fast but extremely quiet space formed a false mirror image.
Time, at this moment, seemed to be frozen by him.
But wisps of white smoke were flying behind him, as if covering him with a cloak of nothingness.
This is the loss of soul, the cessation of life.
What Ling Yuluo exploded at this time was not only the accumulation of thousands of years of high martial arts world, but also his own soul.
This kind of sword is truly a sword that sacrifices one's life.
"Is it worth it for him to do this?" Some people in the crowd asked themselves in their hearts.
"No! He's not worth it! To damage one's mind or even self-destruct one's soul just for the sake of a moment's passion is to step into the wrong path and is absolutely undesirable." Someone immediately made a decision and looked at Ling Yuluo with eyes full of sarcasm again. .
They saw Ling Yuluo's explosion and his sword. Their minds seemed to keep up with that speed, but their bodies were completely unable to follow the reaction.
In just a moment, the sword light soared into the sky and turned into a mad dragon, all of them pounced on the foreign gods.
When this sword thrust out, Ling Yuluo seemed to be ending everything.
But in the minds of all those watching the battle, there is a big question mark as to whether such a sword can really be effective.
Before this, Ling Yuluo had already failed one sword.
Of course, it might be useful if he stabs the alien god with a sword before he changes his body shape and escapes.
Suddenly, fireworks lit up what should have been a pretty bright day.
While everyone was still in awe of the amazingness of that sword, both parties were no longer nostalgic for it.
The alien gods instinctively released all their divine brilliance.
The dazzling divine brilliance, combined with the divine power he controlled, formed an absolute golden realm.
In this field, all impurities will be squeezed out.
Even if real time wants to invade, it won't happen in a moment, it will take years of hard work.
The so-called sword that spans time seems to have to be blocked. It can only move forward inch by inch and strike slowly.
Destiny always has an unpredictable flavor. Their position at this time is exactly the same as the Eastern Qi and the Western Qin.
This alien god is the golden king, the guardian of the golden city, the mountain god who never sets in the sacred mountain, and the golden ray of the setting sun in the setting sun.
When he starts to shine, according to the rules, everything will be dominated by him.
When he begins to shine, his will will be absolutely carried out.
When He begins to shine and sheds golden grace, wherever His grace passes, those who disobey Him must also worship Him and surrender to Him.
Ke Xiaoliang gave the gods of this era too many powerful rights.
Even compared to the myths in reality, the gods in this Turin Dream world have the kind of grace that seems to be able to do whatever they want.
Ling Yuluo stepped on his feet, releasing the burning breath of his soul and soul from the inside out.
The martial arts skills were fully activated again. This time, what condensed behind him was first a green lotus, and then a sword immortal jumped out from the green lotus.
The phantom of the sword fairy in white stands proudly in the sky behind him. His face cannot be seen clearly, but he seems to be singing loudly and fencing.
“Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.”
"When I meet people, I call him Bai Shou, and I used to call him Taibai."
With the blessing of the Sword Immortal and Martial Arts Dharma, Ling Yuluo's sword light unexpectedly gathered into an endless river of sword energy.
The long river meanders, drifts down, and connects heaven and earth.
The long river in my eyes is vast and boundless.
The long river in consciousness is like time, almost like Tao.
"The water of the great river sometimes runs out, but this sword will never return it."
Ling Yuluo's originally full head of black hair turned white in an instant.
The face that had not changed for thousands of years was now full of wrinkles.
What only he can know at this moment is that his body in reality is dissipating.
All the energy and energy turned into a warm current and poured into his only body at this time.
There were some more profound eyes that spanned the world and were particularly surprised to see Ling Yuluo's transformation at this time.
They were counting with their fingers, trying to see if there was any secret behind Ling Yuluo.
The answers obtained were vague. We could only learn that Ling Yuluo had indeed lived in the Xuanqing world for hundreds of years and had accumulated thousands of years of savings in the Gaowu world.
At this time, the sword light entered the golden realm three feet, but was still five meters away from the alien gods.
The sword has no sound in the world.
But the gap between him and God seems to be impossible to close.
Humans and gods, mortals and myths, are like a chasm in the sky.
"You can't hear the sound of the sky in the sky. If you go to the Lingtai here, you will be an immortal."
Ling Yuluo's sword light advanced another two feet.
The alien gods roared in anger.
He shouted a foreign language and asked Ling Yuluo to kneel down, untie his sword and die.
This is an instruction from God, blessed by the power of heaven and earth. It cannot be resisted or ignored.
Ling Yuluo's knees were weak and he was about to kneel down.
But he cast a zombie curse on himself.
As soon as the incantation stopped, the muscles and bones all over his body became stiff, and horrible corpse spots were crawling all over his body.
No one knows why Ling Yuluo did this.
This is already very unreasonable.
For most monks, the purpose of coming to this world is to find a way out. Even if there is no way out, it would be great to get a few more plot points and then go to the divine realm to exchange for the needed materials.
However, Ling Yuluo violated this purpose.
He was actually burning and sacrificing himself for the sake of winning a battle.
This kind of will to abandon oneself just for a hearty battle is shocking, but it is also puzzling.
"Crazy! Really crazy!"
"This Ling Yuluo... I also know him. He has never been such an impulsive person. There must be some magic power in this world that makes people become like this." The monk who knew Ling Yuluo looked at Seeing Ling Yuluo singing generously and fighting with swords, he felt a little excited, but also more worried.
If you see this kind of situation happening in front of others, you will certainly feel an inexplicable sense of joy.
"Never forget your youthful ambitions when you grow old, and you will not regret it after a thousand years."
Burning again, Ling Yuluo's figure, holding the sword in his hand, actually advanced one meter further.
This one meter approach made the alien gods begin to panic.
When he held up his golden domain and wielded God's authority, in order to maintain God's dignity, he had to stand still.
There is no power in this world that is not completely yours, and you should not pay a price when you use it.
I think it doesn’t because most of the time, it’s not needed.
At this time, Ling Yuluo's sword was only a little over one meter away from the foreign god's forehead.
And everyone felt inexplicably at this time.
If this sword really hits him, perhaps this powerful alien god will perish under this sword.
But...is it worth it?
Still such a problem!
Killed a god!
Let him no longer be aloof and look down on mortals like them.
But it has no actual meaning.
Of course, perhaps many battles were just for profit at the beginning.
But during the process, it suddenly became so grand and intense.
The Qinglian Sword Immortal Martial Arts Dharma behind Ling Yuluo finally completely dissipated.
When the Dharma image dispersed, the last poem was left behind.
"It has always been true that true immortals are not afraid of death, and only strong fire can plant golden lotuses."
When many people learn to sword, they ask what a sword is.
The sword is a killing weapon.
Then there are the ritual utensils.
Then there are the symbols.
At this moment, it is a reminder to the god in front of him.
A sword, a mundane sword used by mortals, would slay a real god.
This sword broke into pieces, which is also a legend.
The blade of the sword advanced another one and a half meters and pierced through with one stroke, leaving no regrets.
At this time, Ling Yuluo had white hair and wrinkles all over his face.
But something seemed to be broken in his body.
That is the confinement of thought, that is the restriction of life, that is the lock that binds you invisibly!
With this sword, he not only killed a god.
He even split the shackles. Although there was no mythical message of immortality in Ling Yuluo's chest, there was a sword energy that spontaneously derived and should not be extinguished.
A long time ago, perhaps hundreds of years ago, Ke Xiaoliang felt that... the path to immortality shouldn't be like this!
If you want to become an immortal, you must first become a god!
What kind of fucking bullshit is this?
So Ke Xiaoliang spent a lot of time and energy to sublimate himself.
He allowed himself to become part of the myth, bypassing some of its designs and achieving the status of a true immortal.
Now, in his own evolving world.
He changed the rules!
Immortals are immortals!
Man is determined to conquer heaven and become an immortal!
This is the principle laid down by Ke Xiaoliang and the path he gave to those who came after him.
The end of this road is him, Ke Xiaoliang.
But as long as he, Ke Xiaoliang, doesn't stop, this road... it will be the Avenue to Heaven.
Ke Xiaoliang is ambitious, he not only looks at Taiyi Daoguo.
He even more extravagantly hopes to...reshape the path of immortality.
When people are on the mountain, they are free and happy.
The process took a turn and became a god first. What does that mean?
The snow-like sword light penetrated the originally solid body of the alien god.
The sword that tore through the mortal world directly cut a big hole in the chest of the alien god, and everything in the body had been crushed by the sword energy.
Immortal light descends and boundless pure energy rises.
Ling Yuluo held the fairy sword and looked back at the old friends of the past.
"The way of immortality has changed. If you follow it, you will become a god, and if you go against it, you will become an immortal. If you want to get the fruit of immortality, you must first make the decision to become immortal."
"Fellow Taoists, we will meet again later!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the fairy sword and soared up.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared between heaven and earth, but he didn’t know where he was going.
As for the territory that was conquered and the sacred mountain that was conquered, they no longer paid attention to it and gave it up easily.
What was so desired before the First World War was now abandoned like a piece of grass.
Invisibly, some golden immortals exchanged thoughts quickly.
"This...reshaping the path of immortality is such a huge ambition."
"But he really succeeded, even if this kind of success was only in his personal world. But what I don't understand is... this Ling Yuluo, how did he do it? Why does he do it?"
"I have already calculated it. In the past, Ling Yuluo could only be regarded as mediocre. Maybe he had some talent in the way of swordsmanship... but that was all."
"Could he be Ke Xiaoliang's chess piece? Or... simply himself? He just used a clone to set the foundation of this world and guide those who come after him?"
"It is possible that we can use this as a basis to conduct one more round of deductions, and perhaps we can get more possibilities."
The golden immortals communicated quickly. Although they all had some more core gains, they did not confess.
There are things they see and want to steal for themselves.
So I won’t tell you everything.
And what about Ling Yuluo?
Is he really Ke Xiaoliang's clone?
of course not!
Ke Xiaoliang has already confirmed that he will never directly intervene in the world of Turin Dream.
Lest the world repeat his trajectory again.
Now that he had made this decision, it was impossible for him to walk back.
Even if there are a large number of golden immortals on the side to help him divert the information in Turin Dream, he will not change the policy he has set long ago.
However, Ke Xiaoliang did do something to Ling Yuluo.
He chose Ling Yuluo.
When Ling Yuluo entered this world, he was no longer just himself.
Ke Xiaoliang just quietly inserted another person's personality into Ling Yuluo's soul, letting them entangle with each other and then completely merge into one.
