nashuaworldcup Chapter 338 Avenue of Time
Chapter 338 Avenue of Time
Under the gaze of Tongtian, the old man's soul melted like mountains and rivers and turned into yellow sand in the sword formation.
The Taoist master Ku Wu is a wisp of divine thought, while the Taoist master Tong Tian is just a look.
The same Taoist master, Tongtian Taoist master, beats up children and bullies the weak.
It’s not over yet. He has already used the sword power of the soul left by Master Tongtian. Naturally, he cannot waste Master Tongtian’s kindness. He must let the old master have a good time.
"Brother, my boss wants to talk to you about something." Zhang Song dodged and rushed directly into the big ghost's face like a runaway motorcycle.
The old ghost looked down at Zhang Song with a dull face. Two-thirds of his soul condensed into a soul pill and went into Zhang Song's sea of consciousness, where he was killed.
The higher the realm people reach, the more they value the soul and sea of consciousness. Master Ku Wu was very careful and did not underestimate Zhang Song. He had extracted two-thirds of his soul, which was enough to deal with Ku Gu Tathagata.
"Tongtian???" The big ghost came to his senses, turned around and left, regretting that he had revealed his true form. He was still careless.
Four sword intentions, moving up and down.
"Think about it carefully." Tongtian Sect Master's tone was mechanical, but with an unquestionable arrogance and domineering attitude.
Wherever the sword light covered, any existence was strangled to death, and souls like the tide cleared out an area the size of an area.
"Suppress, shape, weaken, and kill!" Four great sword intentions.
"Xianxian!"
"Excellent Immortal!"
"Kill the Immortal!"
"Zhu Xian!"
Four great sword intentions, four great laws...trap, destroy, kill, and punish!
Four attack rules!
The sea of consciousness continuously absorbs chaotic spiritual fluid, strengthening the soul, allowing the soul to bear more inheritance and calculate faster.
The so-called difference between computers ten years ago and computers today is the storage capacity, operating speed and computing speed.
The big ghost with dried bones was cut into pieces and couldn't even die. When he fell into the sword formation, it was like facing four Tongtian masters.
The sound of swords. Zhang Song heard all kinds of sword sounds in his ears. Each one had a kind of inheritance, high and mighty, fearless, elegant or domineering.
Any law can be transformed into a sword, and the combination of four swords is a complete world, a world composed of swords.
"Crash!" This quasi-saint-level clone ghost was cut into a blood rain, which fell down with a crash.
Zhang Song grabbed with his palm, and the White Jade Buddha immediately opened his mouth wide. There was only one huge mouth on his entire head, like a snake swallowing an elephant, swallowing the big ghost clone of the Withered Martial Dao Ancestor into his stomach bit by bit.
He continued to refine the clones of Master Ku Wu Dao, refining the origin and replacing it.
The withered bone Tathagata did not move, and felt like cursing in his heart, "You must be the biological son of the old leader of the Jiejiao, right? You relied on the sword intent and even killed the clone of the withered martial arts master."
Thinking about how he had stayed in the storage bag of this man with a clear conscience along the way, he felt like he had escaped from a dangerous situation and was deeply frightened.
He knew that once Zhang Song succeeded in refining, he would become the new Lord of the Underworld, but now he could do nothing. He felt that the four sword intentions were observing him.
I can't afford to offend you. I just want to quietly obtain a Dao Chairmanship and give the Kuwu world a new life.
The sword intent of Zhu Xian was originally prepared by Zhang Song for the disciples of the Chan Sect when he was in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, but it has been preserved until now.
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The White Bone Buddha completely advanced to become a Heavenly Lord and gained recognition from the Netherworld.
The bottleneck was broken, heaven and earth were in harmony, countless laws, vitality, rules, and even inexplicable things were all rumbled in as if by a high-powered pump.
He had already reached the Heavenly Venerate realm a long time ago, but he had been suppressing it. After all, among the five Heavenly Venerates in his body, two were at the Quasi-Saint realm.
When he was alive, he could kill a quasi-saint like Ke Gu Rulai in a one-on-one fight.
In the Immortal Palace, Zhang Song raised his head and looked around the Immortal Palace. Countless laws filled the place.
"Everything I have comes from the Immortal Palace. My system is also dependent on the Immortal Palace. This... is my root, my greatest strength."
Since Zhang Song was born in Shizhai, he knew that his talent for cultivation was average, but he had the system. When the system gave him the Huangting Sutra, he practiced the Huangting Sutra. When the system recommended the Four Seasons Sutra to him, he recommended the Four Seasons Sutra.
Maybe you have some ideas and have cultivated the Kuiniu demon body and so on, but what remains unchanged are the scriptures and combat skills given by the system.
There are shortcuts to cultivation, so why do we have to think hard and create our own techniques? Are the techniques we create ourselves more powerful than those created by the system?
In any world, there are only two outcomes for those who take shortcuts: one is to become a big shot high above others, and the other is to be locked up in a high wall and work hard on a sewing machine.
The White Jade Buddha can be as wild as he wants, but he himself has to reach the realm of Heavenly Venerable, or even the Lord of Taoism.
Under the bamboo where he was sitting cross-legged, Xiaoqing, Heiya and Shanzhu, all with delighted expressions, carefully retreated to the edge of the island, fearing that their aura would interfere with the palace lord's promotion.
"System Boss, advance!"
The system brother has been working hard and has silently extracted the laws and vitality of great powers such as Taiyi, Puxian, and Yuding.
Zhang Song is very happy now and has a sense of the direction of the system's updates.
Previously, it was below the character, and you could equip five heads to assist in your own practice and thinking, and to improve yourself by borrowing the talents and achievements of others.
This is the legendary "Soul of Gods and Demons, Blessing!"
First, he occupied the souls of gods and demons, then used the laws in their bodies to construct his own Dharma body, and finally he advanced completely.
You may have been confused about it before, but now you know that this is actually a kind of sacrifice, the oldest and most primitive sacrifice.
The sacrificial objects are these horrible existences, and oneself is the source of the sacrifice.
It turns out that I can also accept sacrifices and then give back to myself like the world of thunder and lightning.
The Immortal Palace is constantly expanding, one time, two times, three times... five times!
The fairyland, although still in its primary form!
Zhang Song rubbed his head. He clearly owned the fairyland, but he insisted on changing it into the human world. Was it because he was uncomfortable being a fairy? Did he have to be a mortal and live for a hundred years before he could get used to it?
He glanced at the bamboos beside him, the third deep red bamboo, which continued to grow. It was the Netherworld Ghost Bamboo, condensing a drop of pure soul liquid every year.
The sea of consciousness rolled, clouds and mist rose, and the three flowers above the head completely emerged.
The baby sitting cross-legged in the passing self has turned into a young boy. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the phantom of the Nether Ghost Bamboo. He laughed happily: "The past is the most real."
"Winter and spring pass by, cold and heat change suddenly. The son returns to the poor spring, the heavy earth separates him forever."
“This is the Avenue of Time!”
The young man was extremely happy to have obtained his own exclusive Taoist weapon, and he refined and integrated it.
The young man of my true self glanced at the lost self, with a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and took the phantom of the purple-veined golden bamboo into his hand. He raised the corners of his mouth and said proudly: "My true self is the real me!"
"I am a guest in the clouds, free and easy as a fairy!"
“This is also the Avenue of Time!”
The young man, with a blurred face, gently raised his hand and carefully took the shadow of the Chaos Bamboo in his hand. He said in a faint tone, with expectation and blessing: "The young man is the real one, everything is for me."
"One grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn."
“This is also the Avenue of Time!”