I was an immortal emperor in the Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 857
The old Taiyi Jinxian high-ranking Taoist Qingmu died like this, and he was beheaded by Yang Guang easily in a very short time. Not only did he not get the Qiankun Sword, he even lost his own life, which is very regrettable.

"His Majesty the Sui Emperor, please advise."

There was an old voice, and a trembling figure came in the distant void. Every time he took a step, he coughed, and his whole body exuded a rotten aura, as if he was about to die at any time.

"Sick old man." Among the crowd, Jiang Zixu's expression changed slightly when he saw the old man.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, with its natural treasures and outstanding people, has given birth to many unrivaled talents. These arrogances have surpassed the present and left a strong ink in the history of Dongsheng Shenzhou's cultivation civilization. They once traveled to the Three Realms, and they once fought bloody battles. Monsters, they once created mountains and became ancestors, leaving behind a great reputation.

9000 years ago, an old man came out of the spiritual source, and he didn't know its origin, only that the other party seemed to have entered the five declines of heaven and man, coughing and coughing, and looked like he was dying.The world calls them the sick old man.

What really made the sick old man a taboo in people's mouths was a great war. One person wiped out a sect. I also know how that sect provoked the sick old man. As far as Taiyi, down to Qi training, they were all massacred. The landslides and ground cracked, and blood flowed like rivers.

This battle let the world know how powerful the sick old man is. Even if he coughs all day long and exudes a rotten breath, his fighting power is still amazing, which is not something ordinary sects can resist.

Some people once wanted to worship him as a teacher, but they never expected that after this battle, the sick old man would never appear in the Three Realms. Some people said that he was seriously injured, and finally died of his injuries. Unexpectedly, he appeared in Chang'an City at this moment and wanted to seize it. Qiankun Sword.

"Senior, please."

Yang Guang's face was solemn. He felt a huge power from the thin body in front of him. This power seemed to overwhelm mountains and seas. It could burst out with great power at critical moments. Although it looked sick, the opponent The combat effectiveness has not declined.

It is very difficult for ordinary practitioners to get sick. Once they get sick, they have not recovered for thousands of years or even longer. The biggest possibility is Tao injury, and only Tao injury can cause such a situation.

It is taboo to want to appear Dao injury.

It's as if Yang Guang became Dao against the sky, and the heavens sent down punishments, so it is inevitable that there will be Dao injuries.

The sick old man looked at the two pieces of paper flying over with a calm expression. After writing his name on it, he began to swear to the heavens, then looked at Yang Guang quietly, and said lightly, "I don't have any spirit stones."

"Senior can replace it with mystical powers worth [-] spirit stones, but it must be owned by Senior himself." Yang Guang looked indifferent.

"Ding! You read the manuscript of the sick old man Yang Xiong and gained four years of mana."An indifferent mechanical sound came from Yang Guang's ear, making Yang Guang's heart drop to the bottom.

Sure enough, all he got was mana, but it was only four years of mana, what could Yang Guang do.

What he needs is the magical powers and secrets practiced by the sick old man. A person who has been coughing for 9000 years, a person who has been injured by the Tao and is jealous of God, what kind of magical powers and secrets he has practiced, this is what Yang Guang needs. Yes, he took out a blank inheritance jade slip from Qiankun in his palm and threw it over.

Replacing one hundred thousand spiritual stones with inherited secret techniques was a temporary decision by Yang Guang. Even if he got mana, he should get more mana, not just four to six years of mana.

"Okay." The sick old man pointed out with his right hand, and engraved a series of divine patterns and seals on the inherited jade slips, and then threw them to Yang Guang.

"Ding! You read "36 Arrays" by Yang Xiong, a sick old man, and obtained the secret record of group characters."Yang Guang felt the contents of the Jade Slips of Inheritance, which contained 36 formations, ranging from simple to complex. There are 36 pieces in total. Fang Lingshi.But what interested Yang Guang even more was the supernatural powers from the system.

The group character secret record is actually the highest level of the formation, and it is the general outline of the formation. It talks about using one's body to communicate with the world, instantly transforming the formation, and using the power of the formation to kill powerful enemies.

I am afraid that this kind of supernatural power can only be achieved by a saint. The sick old man can reach the level of a saint with the body of Taiyi.

The supernatural powers of monks may be very powerful, but it is not easy for the most powerful supernatural powers to destroy a large formation in an instant.

"Emperor Sui, can we start?" The sick man's face was calm, and there seemed to be candles flickering in his cloudy eyes, which seemed to indicate that life was continuing.

"Fellow Daoist is amazingly talented, he is the arrogance of the Three Realms, so why not necessarily acquire a spirit treasure and be buried here?" Yang Guang sighed a little.Those who can attract the jealousy of the sky, their qualifications will not be mentioned.

"Kill." There was a sword light in the mouth of the sick old man, which was a killing formation. In Yang Guanghui's eyes, a large formation was faintly visible from the dense lines of gods, which turned into a team of horses, and killed him.

Yang Guang slashed out with a sharp sword in his hand, a blood-red ray of light flew out from the Heaven-Chopping Sword, piercing into the void, the blood-red ray disappeared in a flash, and the powerful sword energy seemed to hit a place, making a huge roar Voice.

Yang Guang retreated again and again, his feet glowed with rainbow light, and moved around in the small space, avoiding the overflowing force of the explosion very easily.

The sick old man didn't seem to be surprised by this. If he didn't have any means, it would be impossible to sign the life and death document here. I saw his right hand swung out, and thousands of sword lights whizzed out in an instant, and countless flying swords turned into rivers, sweeping across the sky , majestic, came towards Yang Guang, the sword energy covered the entire formation, and there was a roar.

Seeing this, the immortals gasped, how many people can achieve such supernatural powers, and how many people can resist?
"Using the body to transform into an array, but also powerful supernatural powers." Lights burst out from the wisdom eyes of the ancient Buddha who burned the lamp.

Yang Guang suddenly understood why a person who has practiced for thousands of years can't even get out a hundred thousand cubic spirit stones. The treasury, I don't know how many spirit stones will be consumed.

"Wan Jian returns to the sect." Yang Guang took a deep breath. The sick old man in front of him is the most powerful opponent he has encountered since he became enlightened, because you don't know what strange magical powers the other party will have next, maybe There is even a large formation hidden on his finger, which erupts instantly and kills himself.

No wonder he was jealous of God!

(End of this chapter)