The Great Talisman

The demon ancestor’s holy spirit has been transformed. Its five internal organs, the strange meridians and eight channels in the body, countless acupoints, and meridian dimensions have all been formed. It can be said that the demon ancestor has reached the key to transformation at this time, only the finishing touch- ------open one's eyes!

As long as the demon ancestor holy spirit opens his eyes, he can immediately complete the transformation, from death to life, as if it is the key to finishing the finishing touch, the complete transformation is completed immediately and the holy position is attained.

It's a pity that the demon ancestor flinched at the last critical moment!

After all, he was regretful and couldn't let go of his imperial way. As long as it defeats the three tribes, it can regroup and resume the general trend of the year. It seems that the Emperor's Road is not as difficult as imagined.

"Wishful thinking, do you really think you can continue the Emperor's Road? A saint is staring at you, do you think you can succeed? And, if you miss today, the Holy Spirit wants to open his eyes again, but it's not that easy!" Amitabh's eyes revealed a touch. Taunting: "Magic Ancestor, you have missed one of the best opportunities for sanctification. In the future, you want to continue the holy way, so that the Holy Spirit will open his eyes and live by death. I don't know how many times the price will be paid."

"Don't you think I don't want it?" The Demon Ancestor sighed, looking at the disappearing vision of the saint around, and the deserted sky, his eyes could not help showing a little dignity: "I fit the world, and now I am more integrated. The Four Swords of Zhuxian, unless I use the domineering emperor's avenue to strip my true spirit from the innate treasure..."

"Excuse!" Amitab interrupted the Mozu, his eyes were full of mockery: "You can lie to others, but you can't lie to me. You already took the opportunity to escape from the moment when the Great Mould of the World was merged into the Four Swords of Zhu Xian. True spirit. It’s just that a strand of your true spirit is hanging in the four swords of Zhuxian for a long time, forcibly refuses to return to the position, and does not want to use the heavenly demon to prove the holy way."

"..." The demon ancestor was speechless when he heard the words, and after a long time, he looked at Amitabha: "What is the relationship between that barbarian and you?"

If there is no refutation, it means that Amitabha's words are acquiesced. His last ray of true spirit was suspended by the power of Zhuxian's Four Swords, and he was still reluctant to return to his position. Therefore, his holy spirit transformation could not complete the finishing touch, and could not turn death into a true saint.

"He is the spokesperson chosen by the saints" Amitabha said.

"All Saints? Have you united to one place?" The Demon Ancestor's complexion suddenly became gloomy, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes: "Is the matter so bad?"

"So, no one can prove the Emperor's Avenue, and neither can you!" Amitabha smiled.

"But I want to try." The devil ancestor looked at Amituo's body calmly, hoping to find the other party's flaws.

"Try it!" Amitabha smiled softly, "I'm afraid you will get yourself in after the test."

"I haven't learned the sage's brilliant tricks. My ancestor defeated with one move, and now I'm about to learn the sage's methods!" The demon ancestor's palm stretched out, and the Zhu Xianjian body was held in his hand, and then suddenly stabbed out with a tragic murderous intention. Crossing the sky, shattering all laws, the Kunlun Mountains are dead silent, shrouded in this terrifying murderous intent, hundreds of millions of beings dare not make a sound, and they have been taken away.

This sword is no longer the same as the Demon Ancestor of the year.

Even if it is a dead saint, that is also a saint! And Da Luo is a double world.

It's a pity, how is a dead saint's opponent to a living saint?

Therefore, Amitabha stretched out his finger without seeing the slightest vision, and collided with the terrifying sword of the devil ancestor, like a spring breeze and rain, without earth-shattering murderous intent, no terrifying destruction.

"Clang~"

With a crisp sound, I heard that finger fell on the Zhuxian Sword, and then Amitabh’s finger touched it, dissolving the attack of the devil ancestor, his body was erratic and staying, and he disappeared outside Qingming in a flash: "The demon ancestor is worthy of a demon. Ancestor, really good means, even if he is just a dead saint, he is still invincible."

After the words fell, Amitab disappeared, and on the summit of West Kunlun, the Demon Ancestor slowly retracted the Zhu Xianjian body, but there was no smile on his face.

With this sword, by virtue of the realm of the dead saint, he was able to be on par with the living saint, which was quite proud.

However, there is a premise that this blow was issued by the Demon Ancestor, and it was only the peak power of the Demon Ancestor. Amitabha's effortless resolution can only be said that the Amitabha God Channel is unimaginable, but it does not mean that Amitabha's limit is also here.

"Besides, Amitabha did not use the treasure! Is this the strength of the true saint? It is still unfathomable!" The demon ancestor slowly retracted the Zhuxian Sword, and the next moment his brow moved, his eyes fixed on the Zhuxian Sword's sword. On the tip, on the point of the sword of Zhu Xianxian, there was a gleam of blood that could be called a brilliant pearl, like a bright sun.

The bloodshot is insignificant, but if you look down and look closely, you can only feel that there is a terrifying holy power fluctuating, which contains endless murderous intent.

There is only a trace of blood, but it seems that there is a world in it, there are endless heavenly ways, endless beings, endless order circulating.

"Bang~"

The Demon Ancestor was about to stretch out his hand to save the trace of Buddha's blood, but the Buddha's blood seemed to sense some cause and effect, and it turned into ashes in an instant.

"Is this the holy way of Amitabha? What a mysterious holy way? A drop of blood seems to contain a world, including the reincarnation of endless living beings!" A solemn expression appeared in the eyes of the demon ancestor: "Amitabha Buddha does not appear on the surface. Unharmed, he was also wounded by my Zhuxian Sword to the effect."

"The terrible Amitabha is unfathomable. A drop of blood contains a world... However, this also shows that the saint is not invincible. As long as I am prepared, there is no chance of traumatizing the other party! I may not have no chance in the future! Chance to break the wrist with Amitabha! Break the wrist with all the saints! This holy way is very promising!" The devil ancestor put away the Zhuxian sword, his eyes filled with radiance, full of endless brilliance: "Not bad! Not bad! Not bad! Really not bad! I was almost fooled by that little barbarian. Fortunately, my ancestor was clever, facing temptation, and reining in the precipice at critical moments. How can the mere Avenue of Heaven Demon compare with Avenue of Saints?"

Lingtai Fangcunshan

An unpredictable smile appeared at the corner of Yang Sanyang's mouth: "Enter the urn!"

He has indeed entered the urn!

How can the dead beat the living?

What's more, the deep-rooted, terrifying Amitabha? With an innate treasure, wanting to hurt the saint is too whimsical.

Amitabha's body and deep foundation are the best of all saints!

If he didn't intentionally leave a trace of harm to the Demon Ancestor, how could the Demon Ancestor try his best to kill the three clans? Breaking the tribe's general trend, paving the way for the gods.

"Mozu ah Mozu, although you have entered the holy way, you never know that there is a real gap between a living saint and a dead saint!" Yang Sanyang's eyes revealed a gleam of light: "It's a pity, No matter how stunning you are, and you have the blessing of heaven, are you still in my overall situation?"

"When I practice, I will have reincarnation divine light. Three thousand dreams of Dafa and a dream of reincarnation will surely give you a great surprise at that time. Asking you to occupy the magpie's nest, relying on my four swords to stop, there will be You feel good!" Yang Sanyang stroked the jade bottle in his sleeve, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "With this hollow willow, the evolution speed of my Amitabha Three Thousand World will increase even more in the future!"

There was a smile in Yang Sanyang's eyes.

"What's the matter with the devil ancestor?" Wa leaned over, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"He can't let go of the Emperor's Road in his heart, he is not greedy, but wants to prove it. Who can do it?" Yang Sanyang sneered.

"What is the mystery of this imperial avenue? It would make the Demon Ancestor so obsessed" Fu Xi puzzled.

"If it is said that ordinary saints, the true spirit is placed on the Dao of Heaven, and then a further step is the harmony of the Dao, transforming from sustenance to being in harmony with the Dao of Heaven, filling the gaps in the Dao of Heaven. Then the Emperor's Road is a step to the sky, and only one certificate is the Avenue of the Saints. Ascend to the top, directly cross the step of entrusting the real spirit to the heavenly way, but directly join the way and control the power of the heavenly way. Acting on behalf of the heavens, taking part of the power of the heavenly way, and grasping a part of the general trend of the heavenly way!" A wry smile appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes: "Ordinary Sage, if you want to put the true spirit on the way of heaven, it will take an immeasurable amount of time for the true spirit to join the way. If there is no great opportunity, you can never imagine the way of joining together."

"No wonder the Demon Ancestor will do everything possible to prove the Emperor's Avenue." There was a thoughtful look in Wa's eyes.

"The sages of the true spirit and the sages of the Harmony Dao are two heavens and the earth, the gap is as huge as the true **** of Da Luo and the sage!" Yang Sanyang sighed, and a wry smile appeared in his eyes: "If possible, I want to take the road of the emperor. , It’s a pity that there is no race behind me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and no strong support."

"The devil ancestor is the darling of the heavens, gathering countless glory and vitality. Although he is not a saint, he has self-sensing in the dark. He can sense the future direction and make the most correct choice!" Yang Sanyang sighed: " It’s a pity that the way of becoming is also the way of heaven, and the way of defeat is also the way of heaven. The way of heaven can enlighten the demon ancestors. It is not false to prove that the way of the emperor can reach the sky in one step, but... that is when no saint was born in the great wilderness."

There are saints in the Great Wilderness, how can the saints allow the demon ancestor to pass on the Emperor's Road, above his head?

This is simply impossible!

Even if you kill the saint, the saint will not do it!

A gleam of divine light appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes, his fingers tapped the case table lightly, and he raised his head to look into the distance, revealing a touch of solemnity: "Magic Ancestor, I have set up the stage, how will I sing in the future, and to what extent? , It depends on your own ability."

After speaking, I saw Yang Sanyang sitting under the sycamore tree, looking at the dying sycamore tree, his eyes could not help but reveal a touch of grief: "Where are you? Where are you? Nian will not die in vain! Absolutely! will not!"