What is the Experience of Simulating a Fairy

Shen looked at the new line of small characters, and all the previous suspicious points quickly connected together:

It is outrageous to think that the Samadhi True Fire is powerful enough to refine a treasure before the Master of Baoqingfang appears.

But if it is innate fire, then the explanation makes sense.

Also in the Great Leiyin Temple, Sun Wukong pointed at him in surprise before he died, seemingly puzzling that he didn't know where the innate fire was.

Brother Monkey is innate gold and powerful

He must have noticed at that time that I was the innate fire, but unfortunately he died before he could tell me.

Really.

“You can’t find anything even if you wear iron shoes, but it takes no effort to get there!”

After several innate five elements resonated, they quickly began to merge.

With the innate fire as the axis, Shen Lue's body gradually recovered, and his soul slowly returned to its original position.

Flame Daozu was stunned:

This, is this innate fire?

Why is it in your hands!

No matter what, they never expected that the innate fire that the six saints had been searching for for thousands of years would actually be dancing right under their noses.

At this time, Shen Lue's soul was dyed with a golden color.

This is a precursor to impending sanctification.

Flame Taoist finally reacted:

Don't even think about it!

The vast magic power gathered in the palm of his hand again and blasted towards Shen Lue without any reservation.

But this time, the powerful offensive came close to about three feet away from him, and was completely crushed by the power generated by the fusion of the five innate elements.

Ding!

Shen Lue opened his eyes, revealing golden pupils.

At the same time, a small and exquisite pattern appeared in the center of his forehead, showing a regular pentagon, with lines of five colors carved inside.

The colors are rich but not gaudy at all.

It's a sacred pattern!

Only saints can possess this kind of thing. Shen Lue has seen it on the foreheads of Nuwa and Tongtian.

Nuwa's sacred pattern is a woman with the head of a human and the body of a snake, surrounded by several small clay figures, with a broken sky at the top, which represents her merits in mending the sky and creating humans.

The leader of Tongtian Cult is more strange.

His holy pattern is like a pile of abstract gray and white mosaic color blocks, with only a bright straight line in the middle, the meaning of which is unknown.

Shen Lue touched his forehead:

I'm pretty healthy with this one~

It's a pity that the holy pattern has no use other than to look dazzling. It's just a decoration.

call--

He took a deep breath:

After such a long time, I finally ascended to the holy throne.

Ancestor Hongjun was too powerful and was forcibly deleted by the plan. Therefore, Saint is the ultimate state that can be reached in the copy.

The expected enlightenment did not appear.

The strength has indeed improved.

As a rough estimate

He could probably kill a bunch of his pre-sage selves with one slap. The difference between a saint and a quasi-sage cannot be overstated by describing the difference between clouds and mud.

Shen Lue moved his neck and looked at the Flame Dao Ancestor in the distance:

This time, it's really over, right?

Flame Taoist Ancestor’s eyes were extremely solemn:

I can't believe that you are the innate fire.

Harm~

Shen Lue politely handed over:

I have to thank you, old man. If I hadn't been thrown into the alchemy furnace and tortured all over again, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to discover this secret in the end.

Flame Taoist Ancestor had a sullen face, as ugly as he could be.

Hehe~

Shen Lue smiled again and continued:

Daozu, I suddenly remembered something.

Back then, when you threw Sun Wukong into the alchemy furnace, you actually wanted to refine him back into innate gold, right? The result seemed to be self-defeating in the same way.

Not only does it help to develop fiery eyes and golden eyes,

In the end, he was tortured into the hands of the Second Saint of the West, right?

Flame Taoist Ancestor opened his eyes angrily and shouted loudly:

Shut up!

Refining Sun Wukong was indeed a stain on his career as a saint. His negligence back then made him a joke in the Three Realms.

He pointed with his index finger and attacked Shen Lue again:

Master Baoqingfang!

Don't think that just because you are lucky enough to become a saint, you can be wild with me!

Ha~

Facing the offensive of Flame Daozu, Shen Lue was no longer as busy and helpless as before, and looked very calm and relaxed:

In this case,

It's better to wait until you get out and let your body talk to me.

Although the flame phantom in front of him was controlled by Daozu himself, it was only part of the power.

Although it is far beyond the quasi-sage, it is still some distance away from the saint.

He raised his hand.

The power of the five elements blended together and condensed into the pure white spear before.

The difference is that this spear quickly transformed into ten, ten into a hundred, and hundreds into thousands. Countless spears appeared one after another, with cold light flashing.

The tip of the spear was so sharp that it stabbed through the air so much that the iron walls of the alchemy furnace began to deform.

Shen Lue waved, and Yu Hu, who was hiding in the vent, came to him.

Yuhu stared:

Master, I, I.

Her face was flushed with excitement, and she couldn't form words after holding it in for a long time, so she couldn't say a single word.

It was clearly a desperate situation just now!

She was even mentally prepared to be doomed. Unexpectedly, at the last moment, Shen Lue not only came back to life, but also miraculously ascended to the holy throne.

Boss NB!

Shen smiled slightly and patted her shoulder:

Okay, we're safe.

Now, it's time to go out and end things with these two guys.

He clenched his fists fiercely.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The pure white spear suddenly shot out in all directions. Under the white light, the flame image of Taishang Laojun was instantly shattered.

KUANG——

With a loud noise, the Bagua furnace was torn to pieces.

Outside the alchemy furnace.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Laojun closed their eyes tightly, and the Samadhi True Fire in the alchemy furnace they controlled has been trying to refine Shen Lue.

The disciples were waiting nearby.

strangeness.

Archmage Xuandu frowned and lowered his voice and asked:

Brother Nanji Dao, don't you think this time is a bit long?

It stands to reason that if the two saints take action, they can refine the five innate elements in a quarter of an hour at most, but they have been waiting for a full hour and there is still no movement.

The Antarctic Immortal touched his shiny forehead:

It's really not right.

boom!

As soon as they finished speaking, they heard a huge earthquake coming from below, and then the vibration became more violent.

Archmage Xuandu laughed:

Is it going to succeed?

The Antarctic Immortal immediately shook his head: No, look at the two masters!

I saw that the seals in the hands of Yuan Shi and Dao Ancestor were trembling, their faces were ashen, and they did not look like they were about to succeed.

KUANG——

A deafening explosion sounded.

The sea of ​​fire formed by the Samadhi True Fire disappeared instantly, leaving only a white mist below that was difficult to see through.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Laojun opened their eyes at the same time. They didn't talk to each other, they just stared down.

The disciples looked at each other:

It should be successful, right?

They couldn't think of any possibility of failure. After all, these were two saints refining at the same time, but the expressions of the two leaders were indeed wrong.

perhaps

There are more troubles in the middle, but the final result is definitely good.

The white mist dissipated.

Master Xuandu and the disciples of Chanjiao quickly looked over.

There were no gleaming innate five elements as expected, the alchemy furnace and the sea of ​​fire were nowhere to be seen. There was only a familiar figure standing there with a straight back.

this

Everyone held their breath.

This, isn't this the master of Baoqingfang?

Is he still alive?

At this time, Shen Lue slowly turned around and looked up at the two cult leaders and thousands of disciples.

Shen Lue looked no different from before. He was still wearing a simple plain-colored robe without any gorgeous decorations. He still seemed as ordinary as ever.

The only difference is,

There is an extra sacred mark on his forehead.

Wow——

After a short period of silence, a huge uproar suddenly sounded. The disciples' faces alternated between blue and white, and they were surprised and full of fear.

Even Yuanshi Tianzun and Taishang Laojun looked extremely solemn.

The Seventh Saint.

Now alive!