I became a peerless master

Chapter 78
Chapter 78: My God Save My Life
Among the mortal ascetics, the Dzogchen in the later stage of the tribulation is the pinnacle.

Going further up is going through the catastrophe, changing the quality of power, and becoming a real immortal.

The power and understanding of true immortals are no longer tolerated by the rules of the mortal world, so they will soon be forcibly squeezed out and enter the immortal world where they should exist.

The ascetics call it ascension.

Once you survive the catastrophe and become a true immortal, you will not be able to stay in this world.

Of course, not everyone can withstand the catastrophe.

There is a weaker Dazhuan in the later stage of crossing the catastrophe, knowing that there is no hope of ascension, in order to avoid falling directly under the catastrophe, he came up with a wild way of opportunism.

Overcome half a calamity and achieve a half-immortal body.

The easiest way is to find a puppet and continuously refine it with blood essence, then split the soul, pull out half of it and completely melt into the puppet.

Until the puppet is exactly the same as the person, it will cause a catastrophe.

Then the puppet died for him, and the robber himself paid a huge price and survived with a narrow escape.

At this time, those who have overcome the tribulation, because half of their souls were destroyed under the catastrophe, their path to immortality has been cut off.

But their remaining souls and bodies, which were still alive, had already been baptized by thunder and had undergone a small qualitative change.

Such beings are called half-immortals.

The strength is stronger than the general Dzogchen in the late stage of Tribulation Realm.

Because he is not a real immortal, he does not have to be excluded by the rules of the mortal space, so he can survive.

However, for the ascetics, this method is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst. Although the half-immortal body remaining in the mortal world is powerful, the way forward is cut off, and all that is left is to slowly wait for death.

Unless there is no alternative, no ascetic is willing to become a half-immortal.

However, in Binhe City not far from here, there is such a helpless ascetic.

Wang Aotian remembered what the demon dragon told him before he left.

At this moment, when he was facing Emperor Yingyue, he still had spare energy. Apart from using the impact of the piano sound to exercise his soul power, it was precisely to guard against the attack of the half-immortal body.

Or rather, he was trying to fish.

Create a situation where they can only stand in a stalemate with Emperor Yingyue after being beaten to the point of bleeding, so as to attract the half-immortal body who may be watching.

After all, they will take the initiative to choose half of the catastrophe, and self-destruction is equivalent to a useless ascetic. In all likelihood, they are people who are greedy for life and afraid of death.

If Emperor Yingyue was crushed as soon as he came, and the Tribulation Transcending Realm Dzogchen inherited from Emperor Liuzhiqin was left without the power to resist, he would definitely run away.

Despite the battle between immortals and demons, all races in the world have a sense of mission like a fool.

But if you can live longer, why not do it?
Deliberately showing weakness, leading the half-immortal body to take action, and destroying him in one fell swoop was a great tonic.

However, with my strength now no longer at its peak, and the descendants of the six-fingered old man desperately trying to contain him, it would be difficult to kill the half-immortal body with this little remaining strength if he insists on running away after taking action.

But this seat's method of pressing the bottom of the box is more than just the power that has not been used yet.

Demon dragon, you think that I, Wang Laomo, are just a shield to delay the mortal powerhouse and attract firepower for you.

As everyone knows, the main base of the demon world chose the deity!

Already a demon has informed me through magical powers, and a powerful helper can come from the demon world through the secret summons.

At least it is also a ray of spiritual clone of the Demon Lord Sora who is still awake.

With the help of the demon god avatar, who in this mortal world can stop me.

At this moment, Master 'Kong' clone did not make a move, but the deity can already clearly feel that he has come to the mortal world.

"Pay Yaoqin with bitterness and joy, where can I find a bosom friend at the end of the world."

Just when other thoughts flashed through Wang Aotian's mind, five or six feet away, the pale-faced Emperor Yingyue raised his head, his plain face full of determination.

The Qinyin Divine Channel Technique passed down by the ancestor is already unable to destroy this beast.

The previous attacks were all just attempts by Emperor Yingyue with a little luck.

What if he was able to restrain himself soon after resurrecting his life?

Now it seems that the only way to take that step is to take it!

Zheng!
pat~

In the silent and even stagnant atmosphere, a clearly audible piano sound came out. Golden blood fell from Emperor Yingyue's slender fingers, and the strings he had just stroked were broken in response.

And she herself, amidst the sound of the broken strings, her breath became sluggish countless times, and her face aged faster than the naked eye.

one, two...

When the string broke to the fourth, Emperor Yingyue had changed from an ordinary woman to a gray-haired old aunt.

In front of him, there are three remaining strings.

In the surrounding sky, the sound of the four strings breaking did not dissipate, but instead revolved around Wang Aotian.

For a moment, Wang Aotian's ears were filled with the crisp sound of broken strings.

This sound is ordinary, but it hurts the soul, the blood in the seven orifices suddenly changes from oozing to a stream.

The demon soul pulled, and cracks gradually appeared. The fierce-looking old demon Wang roared wildly, and his originally playful mood was already trembling.

She has gone crazy.

This woman is dying!
Nima, she is going to trade her life for her life!

The demon soul cracked, and the deity couldn't bear it at all.

Although it is not possible to be beaten into the state of tens of thousands of years ago, it is certain that the consciousness will be muddled for 10 years, like a walking dead.

"Old Man Six Fingers, this deity will definitely devour your heirs alive!"

"Please help my god, little devil, don't wait another 3000 years, I want to follow my god to complete my great cause in the devil world!"

Roaring in anger, he panicked and asked for help.

Wang Aotian's black energy spurted out like a bomb, and all the power he had reserved to deal with the possible sneak attack by the half-immortal body exploded out.

3000 years of confusion, for him, a demon who died for tens of thousands of years and then resurrected, is just a snap of the fingers.

But after experiencing it once, he would never want to experience it again.

I thought that Liuzhi Lao'er's successor was nothing more than this, but I didn't know that this damned woman actually had the ability to exchange lives for lives.

Running wildly, his body moved towards Emperor Yingyue as if wriggling.

The direct distance between the two was only four feet.

pat.

The fifth string snapped crisply.

For no reason, several finger-thick cracks appeared on Wang Aotian's body.Through the crack, he could actually see the scenery behind him.

disintegration!

His scalp was numb, and what made Wang Aotian most desperate was that there was still no movement around him.

That formidable helper whom he conjured into the world with a secret method, now the avatar of Lord Demon Lord 'Kong' who dominates the demon world, seems to have evaporated.

Lord Demon God is unwilling to make a move, he has abandoned me, Laomo Wang!
labor hate~

During the blood rush from the seven orifices, Wang Aotian looked extremely ferocious, especially when he caught a glimpse of the plain woman with an ordinary face, the sixth string in front of her was about to break.

I am special!
brush~
On the ground not far away, a figure like a dead pig flew wildly.

He is the weakest of the five ant cultivators who planned to ambush him here from the beginning...

(End of this chapter)