The sighs of the golden immortals are just sighs.
The passion in their hearts is not revealed at all.
Along with the immortal holy fire, it exploded together with Xue Shaocun, breaking through the seeds of confinement and scattering into everything in the world.
This is equivalent to the fact that all materials in this world have the ability to theoretically break limits.
Whatever the likelihood, it represents a breakthrough.
This breakthrough is different from the normal world view.
In the normal view of practice and world view, there is an upper limit to the world.
When the upper limit is reached, you must leave and find a new way out.
In this world of Turin Dream, growth is mutual and common.
It is extremely inclusive, which means that it is enough to support some power that transcends time and space and transcends everything.
The Golden Immortals were all calm on the surface.
In fact, secretly, everyone began to invest more.
The two Demon Lords, Baishou and Qianren, naturally followed suit.
Under the turmoil, they were forced to suppress the danger warnings that kept appearing. Although they cared about it, they would not pull away.
It can be said that they are blinded by profit, but to put it another way, danger and opportunity coexist.
However, the two Demon Lords still set a psychological bottom line for themselves.
Secretly determined that no more than half of the immortal origin invested in the Turin Dream should be invested in the whole.
Otherwise, once damaged, although it can still survive, its apparent strength will drop sharply, and it will also encounter many risks in reality.
Ke Xiaoliang didn't know the secret decision of the two demon lords.
But Ke Xiaoliang can accurately grasp their mentality.
Because they are in a different place, Ke Xiaoliang's thoughts should not be much different from them.
It's just that psychological bottom lines are meant to be broken through.
The so-called restrictions are set because we have not yet encountered conditions that are sufficiently compromising.
Everything still continues, everything still develops, everything still seems calm, but everything is different.
Another hundred years have passed since the fire thieves spread fire.
Time seems to be particularly worthless.
In the past hundred years, many small pantheons that had been struggling to survive in the cracks were united by medium-sized and large-scale pantheons to annihilate them.
Then the gods issued divine decrees prohibiting any means of tempering the extraordinary from spreading and flowing in the mortal world.
At the same time, the gods began to impose curses on the bloodlines of all spirits.
Originally some races that were naturally powerful would become weaker and weaker with each generation of bloodline changes.
Some of the instincts you are born with will gradually disappear with the passage of time.
Although the gods may also know that such behavior is just drinking poison to quench their thirst, widening the distance between gods and mortal beings, and making the conflicts between them more acute, they have no choice but to do so.
Even if it's just to prolong 'death', they're going to do it.
At the same time, under the instigation of a certain undercurrent, the major gods began to compete for each other.
Because I don't know when, the rumor that "the god of death is eternal" spread among the gods.
Priesthood and divine authority related to death, the underworld, extinction, etc., were greatly contested.
Many gods believe that when the Twilight of the Gods comes, the god with the power of death will become the only powerful god, standing on the bones of the gods, holding high the throne of the supreme god.
This rumor came out of the blue, but many gods believed it.
Before all the mortal beings set off a climax to overthrow the divine authority, there had been constant friction and even war between gods.
And in this context, those restricted and imprisoned ambitions began to quietly take root and sprout until they grew into towering trees.
One hundred years have passed!
The dense forest in the east where fierce battles took place in the past has now been split into deep and long canyons.
The ugly scars have already been put on new green clothes.
The plants growing more wildly completely covered up the traces of the past wars.
With the roaring explosions, drastic changes occurred in an originally peaceful canyon.
The spell specifically used for blasting opened holes one after another in all directions of the entire canyon.
The snot-like animals hiding in the grass or behind the vines jumped out in groups, and then wandered around randomly in the canyon. Their light green bodies were cut open by the messy gravel, and slime dripped out. Gooey green blood.
Hidden in the mud and completely hiding his aura, the young man's sharp eyes saw a flash of golden-red light through the purple vine leaves flying in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, Tang Ji and the two venomous crocodiles he had tamed rushed towards the center of the continuously erupting broken stones.
Tang Ji held a dozen golden-red thumb-sized stones in his hand and held them tightly, as if these were things more valuable than his life.
Divine blood stone!
This golden-red stone is the legendary blood stone.
There is no overly magnificent brilliance, but everyone who sees these stones can feel the scorching aura contained in the sacred blood stones, as well as the suppressed explosion.
This is a unique treasure stained with the blood of God and tempered by time.
Very versatile.
But there is no doubt that it is a priceless treasure.
Ha ha ha ha!
Holding these small stones tightly in his hands, Tang Ji's laughter seemed to penetrate the entire canyon. Even if the dust and stone powder raised by the explosion were blown into his mouth by the wind, Tang Ji did not want to suppress his laughter. laughter.
With these divine blood stones, Tang Ji can also become a figure!
How's that not exciting?
How to prevent him from getting carried away?
But he probably forgot that he was not the only one who coveted these sacred blood stones.
After a hundred years, the divine power barrier covering the eastern dense forest canyon has become weak. At this time, he is not the only one who wants to break in and gamble on his luck.
The sword light, like a sword of heavenly punishment, split the heaven and earth and swept directly towards Tang Ji.
This is the art of sword control...could the person who came here be an immortal cultivator?
Practicing immortal magic is expressly prohibited by the gods.
That is even many times more "heinous" than the spells and tactics derived from practicing in the Turin Dream World.
Because of the Immortal Technique, it is regarded as the 'God-killing Technique'.
According to legend, at the pinnacle of the Immortal Path, one attains the Dao by slaying gods, which is worthy of immortality.
Become a true immortal comparable to gods.
Immortal magic is also the only cultivation method so far that can reach a level comparable to the power of gods.
Therefore, even if the gods repeatedly strictly prohibited it, they would not hesitate to set off brutal killings again and again.
There is still an endless stream of people who practice immortal magic.
Tang Ji is too proud!
When he reacted, he couldn't avoid it.
Then a giant ape with two wings on its back walked out from behind him, gradually overlapping with his body and becoming one.
This is the method of fighting beasts, a method of absorbing the essence of powerful beasts and integrating them with the individual to fight.
boom!
Most of the sky seemed to be overturned, and above the empty floating clouds, a crystal flying sword was about to fall vertically.
After Tang Ji merged with the beast soul, both his strength and body were greatly improved.
With a roar, it rose straight into the sky.
Unexpectedly, he spread out his arms and directly caught the falling flying sword.
While the unknown sword cultivator was having a heated fight with Tang Ji, some tiny things split out of the dark shadow, like dust and insects, and quietly sneaked into the depths of the blasted mine.
Mo Yu stepped into the mine and was greeted by a hot breath.
The black-red stone wall was inlaid with stones that looked like fiery red golden eyes. Mo Yu forcefully broke off a piece from the wall and stuffed it into his arms.
But he suddenly paused and restrained his greed.
Mo Yu's body, standing still, began to show many different expressions.
Then he actually split on the spot.
After a while, they turned into six people, old, young, male, female, young, strong... a total of six people, six forms.
What's even more amazing is that these six people seem to have independent thoughts and consciousness.
It was obvious that Mo Yu was a Shadow Clan member.
ShadowClan cannot reproduce through normal means.
Instead, at each period, a new 'individual' is split off.
When a certain period of time is reached, the old 'individuals' among them will die, and the new ones will continue.
Looking at it this way, it seems that the ShadowClan people will never die.
In fact, after repeated reincarnations, the original Shadow Clan people have long since died, and the new Shadow Clan has independent thoughts and a brand new personality.
Mo Yu, a member of the Shadow Tribe who split into six people, formed a triangle formation with each other, and then continued to go deep into the cave.
This cave seems too spacious and too neat.
It was obviously dug out deliberately, and it was definitely not blown out by accident.
There must be some hidden tricks in this.
The further they walked into the mine, the more they could feel the blazing heat in the cave. The heat seemed to not only affect the body, but also gave people a kind of psychological heat that made people unconscious. Becoming anxious and bored.
Seeing the old Mo Yu who was already stroking his chest and panting, many Mo Yu had to stop.
"Forget it! You go on, I'll stay here to look out for you!" The old Mo Yu gasped with red cheeks.
The remaining five Mo Yu nodded at the same time without any hesitation.
Although they may not be considered one person, they have a better understanding than true independent individuals.
At this time, there is no need to talk nonsense and waste time.
The old Moyu are already dying, and new Moyu will be born among them.
At this time, it is extremely cost-effective to use the old black jade as a lookout to fend off subsequent entrants.
The five people turned around and ran quickly towards the depths of the cave.
But he couldn't run very far and had to stop.
Because of gravity, or a kind of thick and fiery pressure, the further you go, the golden-red sun stones disappear on the stone wall, and the road in the mine becomes narrower, and there seems to be no space ahead. road.
In addition to the young and strong Mo Yu, the young, female and middle-aged Mo Yu all began to squat on the ground panting.
"Just stay here!"
"Let's walk the rest of the way!" Qingzhuang and Moyu said at the same time.
The three Mo Yu nodded and agreed with the proposal.
Outside the cave, the light of battle has disappeared, and a spiritual flying sword is hovering outside the cave.
But Tang Ji, who first found this mine, has disappeared without a trace. It is not known whether he is dead or escaping.
A figure landed on the flying sword, with an arrogant expression and sharp eyes.
He saw the mine at a glance, and also saw the old Mo Yu not far away from the mine, holding a shadow blade and blocking the entrance of the cave.
There seemed to be a trace of disdain flowing out of the corners of Jian Xiu's eyes.
There are endless extraordinary means in the world of Turin Dream.
Some are derived from gods, and some are derived from racial characteristics.
But almost without exception, there is no one who can compare with the method of cultivating immortals.
Compared with the completeness of the immortal way, those messy extraordinary ways are too insubstantial, and it is difficult to see the way forward.
The sword cultivator was carrying a flying sword, which was turning into a sword light and bursting into the mine.
The entire canyon suddenly shook violently, and a golden-red torrent suddenly shot out like a fountain from the center of the canyon, as if the earth was shattering.
Everything he passed was scorched black.
Two figures chased a group of red-gold phantoms and jumped out of the erupting magma. Then three more shadows merged in, and five shadows intertwined with each other.
It looks like it's going to blend in.
But if you look more carefully, it's not difficult to find that... they are actually engaging in an extremely fierce fight.
The golden-red phantom was surrounded by five shadows.
It seems that everyone is snatching it, but it seems that everyone is afraid of it, and no one dares to touch it.
The old man Mo Yu looked at the five shadows that were fighting together in surprise, and used the connection between them to question, but he could not feel any response.
The tacit understanding in the past, at this time, all disappeared.
It seems that for some reason, the five individuals who originally came from the same origin were completely cut into two parts and no longer related to each other.
The battle between the five figures has reached the most intense level.
Suddenly a ball of light and shadow flew out, and the whole person fell into the magma and disappeared without a trace.
The juvenile body of the Shadow Clan, who are of the same body and originate from the same origin, was actually killed by the adult body of the same body.
What's even more amazing is that Mo Yu, a woman who should have given birth to a new Shadow Clan quickly at this time, did not feel the fetal movement.
They have lost a part of themselves forever that can never be replaced.
The old Mo Yu looked at it in surprise, completely losing his mind.
On the other side, the monk holding the flying sword seemed to have seen something that shocked him, and he began to become hesitant and excited at the same time.
"It's a relic, it's a divine power... it's also a fragment of the ancient god of Turin."
"Underneath, there are actually fragments of the Ancient God of Turin hidden."
"Even though the age of gods is bound to end, if you succeed as a god at this time, you can still have a lot."
"Besides... only strong strength can control destiny. Weakness is always the original sin..." The sword cultivator, who knew more about the inside story, began to feel uneasy.
But his uneasiness cannot control his destiny.
He was deliberately led here.
This was a situation deliberately arranged by someone... just to get him into the urn, how could he be allowed to break free?
"Disguise part of my immortal aura as fragments of the Ancient God of Turin, and hide them in the monks who come from another world. In this way, even Ke Xiaoliang, who controls this world, cannot fully understand my layout." Baishou The Demon Lord stood in the void, quietly pushing forward while concealing the secret of heaven.
