Leisurely cultivating life

In the end, it condensed into a group of iridescent colors, extremely bright.

The old Taoist reached out and took it, feeling a little sluggish, unconsciously showing joy, said: "It's done."

He took it over and over again and looked at it several times, until he confirmed that there were no flaws in it, and then said: "I have waited so long for nothing."

Opposite him, Zhou Fan said: "Fellow Taoist, you might as well go and arrange it first, and follow me after I sacrifice the magic weapon."

There were two openings in the golden furnace, but on his side, the sacrifice had not yet been completed.

The old Taoist joked, and said: "The poor Taoist will take the first step."

He changed his mind, and in an instant, he was already in an airspace.

There are countless large formations flickering here, arranged neatly among each other.

The endless formation here has already been arranged, and now there is a treasure of suppression.

He tossed the rosy cloud outwards, and when it landed, there was energy to move the various formations. Each large formation was originally independent of each other, but once the rosy cloud fell, they connected with each other and became a whole.

With another urge of his strength, the formation immediately turned, and at the same time bursts of invisible mighty power were generated, shaking the void.

At this moment, the arrangement between him and the deity is considered complete.

He glanced outside and saw that King Wen could handle it there, but he couldn't help much if he went up.

With this, he arranged a large formation again to prepare for the upcoming battle.

In that inexplicable space, there were countless sword lights flying around King Wen's body, constantly cutting into the gray-robed old man's body.

But after such a while, he already faintly felt the way to retreat.

King Wen didn't care about it. At this time, he had beheaded him sixteen times in total of the previous two times.

But every time he kills him, the other party can return it immediately.

And the essence is perfect, without any damage.

But he didn't stop because of this. As he killed this person over and over again, the advantage of his secret method has become bigger and bigger, and it is increasing at an unimaginable speed.

On the gray-robed old man's side, at a certain moment, his eyes suddenly opened slightly, but he finally found the way in the formation.

At the moment, without any hesitation, I fled along that place together.

In an instant, he fell into a large formation somewhere.

But here, at the moment when he first appeared, countless sword lights rushed into his Dharma body, constantly grinding away his essence.

It was different from what he felt at the beginning of the fight, the sword light at this time was far more fierce and difficult than that at that time.

He could feel that in the non-stop fighting, the opponent's advantage was getting bigger and bigger, and at the same time, the secret method was consuming his essence every moment.

Even if he just smiled a little, it wouldn't affect him too much.

But this is a fight with a peer, as long as there is a slight dissonance, it may cause a huge deviation.

At this moment, the gray-robed old man has been completely trapped here. He has escaped several times, but every time he calculates the path, there will always be some inexplicable changes.

At this point, he already knew that the opponent's secret technique had completely tilted the advantage to him, which caused his calculations to always be biased, making it difficult to achieve what he wanted.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart, his eyes lit up, his face suddenly became a little more relaxed, he raised his head, and said aloud: "Fellow Daoist, you and I have been fighting for so long, you can't kill me, Why don't you stop and listen to me?"

King Wen's eyes were cold, he ignored him, and in an instant, he beheaded him again!

Just a moment later, the old man in gray robe came back to life again. He shook his head and said, "It seems that we need someone else to talk to Fellow Daoist."

Looking outside, his expression moved slightly, and he didn't make any further moves, but looked outside.

Outside the big formation, a middle-aged man in green robes appeared at this moment, his sleeves were like clouds, fluttering, his face was handsome, his eyes were as warm as jade, and there was always a faint smile on his lips. Smile, it is very kind.

The middle-aged man in the green robe slapped King Wen and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't come here without any problems."

King Wen didn't say a word, he could feel that there was no breath on this person, and what stood there at the moment should be a ray of his figure, not a clone or a dharma body.

King Wen pondered in his heart. He felt that it would be better to talk to this person first. If he could delay for a while, he could make more arrangements.

Thinking of this, his whole body moved, and an avatar appeared. When he got out of the formation, he had to salute and said, "Long time no see, Baidu."

The middle-aged man in green robe smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are too persistent."

"My generation has transcended all existences, and has no causal connection with the present world where I was originally, so why bother to ruin the Tao and deeds for this.

If fellow Taoist is willing to retreat, I can make the decision now, and from now on, I will no longer have anything in this world."

King Wen's eyes became darker, and he said: "Your Excellency should be able to predict the situation in this situation, and should know my thoughts, but why do you have to say such things?"

Chapter 809

Bai Du said: "Fellow Daoist, when the world is changing, why bother to fight? If a dispute can be avoided, everyone will be happy."

King Wen didn't say anything, just waved his sleeves, and the avatar disappeared, showing a sense of determination.

Bai Du's expression remained unchanged, but he was very regretful, and said: "Since fellow daoist is unwilling, then we can only do it once."

After speaking, he made a joke, and the figure disappeared.

King Wen ignored it, and still trapped the gray-robed old man, a thought incarnated in his heart, and came to the depths of that airspace.

At this moment, an old Taoist, a young man with a negative sleeve, and Zhou Fan are standing here.

King Wen said: "Fellow Daoist, if you think about it, you must have heard the conversation between me and that Baidu."

The young man with sleeves said coldly: "I have been waiting for them for a long time."

Zhou Fan nodded heavily, and said, "Senior, you are ready."

King Wen pondered for a while, and said in a deep voice: "If this battle is not good, just wipe out this world. After all, it started because of me, and it should be ended by me."

He was just the dharma body remaining in the righteous body at the beginning, and the situation of Baidu and others was the same as him. Both sides were fighting the aftermath of the righteous body. into nothingness.

Zhou Fan wants to sort out the order of the present world, but King Wen is in the process of sorting it out.

He didn't respond to King Wen's words, but waved his hand, took out a jade certificate, and said, "Senior, if it's the last moment, you can plant a ray of energy in it."

King Wen didn't say much, and a wisp of Qi fell into the room as soon as he waved his hand.

At this moment, a rumbling sound was heard outside, and Zhou Fan knew immediately that this person must have come.

He looked up, and suddenly saw a flash of inspiration, and something fell rapidly, and it seemed to have identified the direction, falling towards the formation where he was.