Legend of Immortal Cultivation in Myriad Realms

Chapter 267 One Sword

The surge of mental power came overwhelming, like an endless ocean raging, the tsunami swept across, each and every wave gathered a violent momentum, and hit it crazily.

The weak soul of Chongyang Taoist priests is like a ship in a raging sea amidst the turbulent waves. Although it will not capsize immediately, it will only be a matter of time!
How can it be!

Under the shock of Chongyang Old Daoist, he was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to react.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect you to be so old and cunning at such a young age! Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger! When you meet such a cunning and cunning thing, the old man will not be wronged!

However, the old Taoist has been cultivating for more than a thousand years, and there are many good things in the cave. If you let me go, the old Taoist is willing to give them all, and only begs for his life! "

Chongyang old Taoist was convinced immediately.

As soon as he discovered the overwhelming spiritual power, the old Taoist Chongyang knew that all his calculations were in vain!
Imagining the simple and honest smiling face of this kid before, the Chongyang veteran felt like beeping a dog!
It is not wrong to meet such a scheming person who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger!

"Hey, I didn't expect that a Primordial God would deliberately try to take me away. However, you entered my sea of ​​consciousness with the Primordial Spirit, so I can only say that you are blind!"

The divine door opened wide, and Chu Tian's divine soul slowly walked out from the purple mansion.

Above the soul, a layer of white feathers covered it, firmly protecting the soul.

In his own sea of ​​consciousness, it is his home field!
Thanks to the fact that the crystal nucleus was used to enhance the spiritual strength in the day after tomorrow, although the benefit that the crystal nucleus brought to Chutian has been negligible, but the foundation laid before made Chutian's spiritual strength stronger than that of ordinary Jindan cultivators. Much stronger!

Although Chu Tian is only at the fourth level of Golden Core, his spiritual strength has already reached the upper limit of a Golden Core cultivator. He only needs to wait for the Nascent Soul to become a Nascent Soul before he can evolve into the Primordial Spirit!
Chu Tian looked at this Chongyang old man with a pair of eyes, his soul was dim and dull, obviously the soul was severely injured.

"Boy, there are still [-] nails on the broken ship, and a dead camel is bigger than a horse. I have practiced for more than [-] years, and I have cultivated into a primordial spirit and obtained the rank of Sanxian. Are you sure I don't have any means to suppress the bottom of the box?
Although this is your sea of ​​consciousness and your home field, once you are severely injured, it will also put you in a situation where there is no end to redemption!
Are you really willing to take the risk of being lost forever to deal with the old Taoist? "

The Chongyang Taoist priest had his hands behind his back, and there was no fear in his eyes. He looked at Chu Tian calmly, as if he really had something to rely on.

Seeing how calm the Chongyang Taoist priest was, Chu Tian didn't have much confidence in his heart.

But on the surface, he also looked at Chongyang Taoist firmly, with a calm expression on his face.

This also makes Chongyang old Taoist who is as stable as a dog on the outside but panicking on the inside can't understand. In his eyes, the young man in front of him is a model of cunning and cunning, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, maybe he is the reincarnation of some old monster body.It was impossible to fathom the boy's mind.

One who is trying hard to get a chance to escape,
A plan that did not let go of this guy who wanted to take him away.

But they were afraid of each other, and no one dared to strike first.

For a while, the two were in a stalemate.

"Ring Ring Ring..."

In this stalemate, a bell rang from far to near, melodiously, in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"San Qingling?"

The old Taoist was shocked, and looked at Chutian: "Maoshan faction? Are you a disciple of Zhu Tianxiu, the master of Fuyang, Maoshan?"

The appearance of San Qingling obviously surprised the old Taoist priest.

Zhu Tianxiu, is a very popular name in the whole cultivation world during this period of time. He has just passed the catastrophe of the heart demon some time ago, and obtained the great power of the earth immortal rank. With Maoshan's profound accumulation, he will later become a heavenly immortal, ascending to the immortal world and ranking in the rank of immortals Almost a sure thing.

As Zhu Tianxiu's magic weapon, the Sanqingling is naturally not ordinary.As a spiritual tool that directly acts on the soul, the soul-suppressing power in it has a strong sense of repulsion, and ripples hit his primordial spirit, making his already very weak primordial spirit even more uncomfortable. stabilized.

At the same time, the overwhelming spiritual power began to turn into endless waves and hit him.

It was like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, cutting off the flesh piece by piece from his body, making his already weak primordial spirit even weaker.

In particular, there is a strange power in this endless wave, which makes him feel that his consciousness is becoming sleepy and drowsy.

"Boy!"

The old Chongyang Taoist obviously didn't want to wait for death with his hands tied up, so a golden light came towards Chutian's soul with a wave of his hand.

"Buzz!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the space trembled and fluctuated, and the golden gong seemed to be stuck in mud, standing still in the air, no matter how hard it struggled, it could not advance an inch.

"This, this, this is time, time has slowed down..."

This time, Chongyang Old Daoist trembled even when he spoke.

The law of time, that is, as a Nascent Soul Stage Sanxian, he has not been able to touch it. How can this Golden Core stage boy opposite him be able to manipulate the power of time?
But no matter what he thinks, Chu Tian will get a stronger bonus for the use of supernatural powers in his sea of ​​consciousness!Play a better effect!
"Hey, come to my home court. If you don't treat me well, wouldn't you be neglecting the guests? Go!"

With a wave of Chu Tian's hand, the wave after wave suddenly became extremely cold, as if it was sea water mixed with ice slag, as soon as it touched it, it felt like it was freezing!
At this moment, Chongyang Old Daoist was obviously afraid.

Once again, a golden gong that was exactly the same as the trapped golden gong appeared on his body. Yuanshen escaped into the golden gong, turned into a golden light and flew towards the sky, trying to escape from Chutian's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hehe, since you're here, why bother to leave?"

Chutian's voice vibrated back and forth in the entire sea of ​​consciousness space, as if it was the whisper of a god.

"Snapped!"

A huge wave came down and knocked the golden gong down from the sky.

At the same time, wave after wave hit the golden gong without stopping.

The Sanqingling was suspended above the Sea of ​​Consciousness, vibrating non-stop, and the ripples it sent out kept hitting the golden gong.

Chutian's soul floated in the air, exuding a brilliant golden light, like a god, stretched out his hand and pointed at the sky, and suddenly a rainbow of light came from the sky.

On this ray of rainbow light, entwined with three kinds of powers: ice cold, space, and time, descending from the sky and piercing towards the golden gong!

"boom!"

The golden gong burst instantly,

Under Chu Tian's watchful eyes, the golden gong instantly turned into countless pieces, broke apart, and scattered in Chu Tian's sea of ​​consciousness.

Along with the golden gong, there was also the old Daoist Yuanshen.

These countless fragments scattered in the sea of ​​consciousness have lost their subjective consciousness, and the old Taoist of Chongyang has lost his soul.

"It turns out that it was already at the end of its strength just now, and it was just holding on. I thought you really had some hole cards."

Looking at the old Taoist Chongyang who was already out of his wits, Chu Tian curled his lips.

However, even though he was only an extremely powerful and at the end of the rushing wind, Chu Tian was still a little proud of being the first immortal he killed.

Looking at these fragments of the primordial spirit floating in the sea of ​​consciousness like snowflakes,
Each piece is interpreting various memories of the old Taoist Chongyang, as if it is the last witness of the existence of the old Taoist.

suddenly
Chu Tian saw a flickering memory picture in a fragment of Yuanshen...

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　　Thanks for the reward from the cold wind blowing yesterday! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)