Cross-push eternal life, starting from the power of the gods to suppress the prison

Yang Xuanzhen strolled toward the outside, and at the same time, torrents of red copper emerged from his body and penetrated into various passages in search of treasures.

The tomb of Lord Oniwu is extremely large, and the restrictions outside many of the tombs are so strong that ancestors like Makino Kuang and Shangguan Xiaoqing dare not break into it without permission. They can only look at Baoshan and sigh.

But for Yang Xuanzhen, the restriction is nothing at all.

There was no need to use the Wings of Freedom. Along the way, thousands of tomb chamber doors were pierced by red copper torrents. The first-order spiritual veins and various ancient treasures inside were all taken into his pocket.

Even many walls were exploded by him. He didn't let go of the bones of the ancient gods, undead souls, and materials for setting up restrictions inside, and absorbed them all into the oven of heaven and earth for refining.

Han Jianxue and others were speechless.

Yang Xuanzhen is simply a bandit.

There is no way, he is too poor now, and it is impossible to let go of any useful resources.

After doing this, it was quite effective. There were 500,000 dragon elephants in his body transformed into Yuan Xiang.

The essence law obtained by killing Patriarch Murong was also refined by Yang Xuanzhen in the oven of heaven and earth, and transformed into 500,000 Yuanxiang.

Ancestor Murong of the Jade Mansion may sound powerful, but his actual cultivation level is not high, he is only in the early stage of Yuanxian.

Otherwise, this person would not have had time to beg for mercy under Yang Xuanzhen's gun of judgment, and would have been directly nailed to death.

The magical power that Patriarch Murong majored in was still the Jade Emperor's Holy Path, Miaoyou Great Master Sword Technique.

Yang Xuanzhen had already obtained this method from Murong Longbo and his son, but it had lost its effect.

Ancestor Murong had practiced a lot of second-class magical powers, but they were too low-level. Yang Xuanzhen used these magical powers to practice a little bit of the Tribulation King Crossing Dragon Transformation, which only pushed the second level of this method forward by a small amount.

The Dou Zhan Tianyi Fist, which exploded in combat power, did not make much progress.

After Yang Xuanzhen absorbed the battle memories of Patriarch Murong's life, he discovered that although this man had lived for millions of years, he had been in solitary confinement in Yufu for a long time and had fought against enemies many times in his life, so he had very little combat experience. .

"What a idiot, no wonder he died so quickly." Yang Xuanzhen looked down upon Patriarch Murong.

He estimated that in order for Douzhan Tianyi Fist to advance to the third level, he would have to plunder the memories of at least a dozen or twenty Yuanxian with rich combat experience.

We can only take our time.

He no longer thought about this matter, and his mind sank into a kingdom of gods within the pure land of the gods.

There is a huge picture suspended here, covering the vast earth, mountains and rivers like a sky curtain.

The picture is the nine fragments of the picture he got from Wu Chang, and now he has completed the last core piece.

Buzz!
As soon as it was completed, there was immediately a figure covered in jet black robes on the Oniwu Holy Picture, as if the ghosts and gods walking in the world were looming.

The virtual shadow exudes an aura that rules the heavens, like a holy king of the gods.

This phantom is the creator of the Oniwu Holy Picture. He fought with the war king Tianjun Makino on Tianjun's road more than 300 million years ago, and led many emperors of the gods and heavens to fight until the last moment of his life.

"Can't this picture be repaired by itself? And there is a seal on it." Yang Xuanzhen looked at the Oniwu Holy Picture for a while, and his brows gradually wrinkled.

These ten pieces of ghost and martial arts fragments combined into one place, each one contains a seal deep inside, so powerful and boundless that it seems as if the ancient holy king has been sealed inside.

Even if the Onimushengtu is combined, there are still criss-crossing cracks on it, and the cracks shed blood like a long river, as if the sky is weeping blood.

It was obvious that although he had completed the remaining pieces of the Oniwu map, the cracks on it could not be repaired on their own.

In fact, it is normal. How can a king-level immortal treasure that has been broken by many emperors be so easy to repair?

Not to mention Yang Xuan's true talent is comparable to Yuan Xian, even a Saint Immortal who is proficient in the art of refining treasures will find it difficult to restore a damaged King-grade Immortal Weapon without spending a huge price.

Unless the Immortal Emperor takes action himself.

"It seems that I have to ask the senior leaders of Taiyi Sect to help me, or the Emperor Xian..." Yang Xuanzhen thought to himself.

There are eighteen Supreme Immortal Emperors in Taiyi Sect, and there are even more Saint Immortals, at least several hundred.

If he casually invites one of the emperors or a group of holy immortals to join forces, the Oniwu Holy Picture can be restored, the seal can be opened, and the power of a king-level immortal weapon can be displayed.

Above the top-grade immortal weapons, there are king-grade immortal weapons.

Although there is only one level difference between the two sides, there is an insurmountable gap, just like the Yuan Immortal and the Holy Immortal, separated by a huge threshold.

Even in the most prosperous Shang Ancient State, if you pay a huge price, you may be able to buy a top-grade fairy weapon, but you will never be able to buy a king-grade fairy weapon.

Every king-level immortal weapon is a treasure of a king-level force. It is impossible for anyone to be willing to trade it, no matter how many spiritual veins are there.

Even an existence at the level of the Supreme Immortal Emperor would not disdain him for having many king-level immortal weapons.

When an emperor is facing off against an enemy, having an additional king-grade immortal weapon may often become the key factor in the final victory or defeat.

Of course, there are also three, six or nine levels of Wang-grade immortal weapons.

For example, the lowest level king-level immortal weapon is as powerful as a holy immortal.

No matter how powerful a king-level immortal weapon is, it can be compared with the average Supreme Immortal Emperor.

More powerful king-level immortal weapons, such as the Lost Sword of the Sea Emperor, the famous Spear of Revenge and the Spear of Judgment in Heaven, are powerful enough to rival the peak emperors, and even the emperors who "live as long as heaven and earth".

What does it mean that heaven and earth live together?

The first level of the Immortal Secret Realm is the Heavenly Immortal...

The sixth level is Yuanxian, (half-saint).

The seventh level is the Holy Immortal, known as the Saint.

The eighth level is the Supreme Immortal, known as the Emperor.

Only by cultivating to the peak of the Immortal Realm and reaching the next level can one become the emperor who "lives as long as heaven and earth".

The strength of this kind of emperor is simply unbelievable, his divine power is immeasurable, and his lifespan is as long as the sky. It can be said that if the immortal world is immortal for a day, he himself will never die.

The heads and heads of many top powers, such as the Taiyi Sect's leader, the Disaster Emperor, the Yuhua Sect's leader, the Yuhuang, the head of the Ouyang Family, Ou Huang, the head of the Huangfu Family, Huangfu Daodao... are the emperors who live as long as heaven and earth.

There is also an unwritten rule among various sects. Only emperors with the same longevity as heaven and earth are qualified to serve as the leader or head of a top power.

Otherwise you will become a laughing stock.

But then again, it is not so easy to achieve the same life span between heaven and earth. Looking at the entire immortal world, it is extremely rare. Every one of them is like a rare existence, and it is difficult to find one in hundreds of millions of years.

Even in the heaven where the emperor is like a crucian carp crossing the river, there are very few emperors who live as long as the heaven and the earth.

All sentient beings even call this kind of emperor the Half-Step Heavenly King!

If the king of heaven does not come out, the world and the earth will live together and be invincible!
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There were not many people in the tomb of Lord Oniwu. The disciples of the Makino family and Taishang Jiuqingtian had all left. The army of gods had also disappeared, leaving only two or three big cats and kittens.

Yang Xuanzhen swept all the way and plundered all the valuable things, then spread his wings of freedom, carrying Han Jianxue, Xu Muyun, Bi Yuer and others out of the tomb of Oniwu Shengjun, leaped across the long river of bones, and arrived at Chaoshenhaihai. Traveling quickly.

Not long after, he led everyone across the vast sea and landed in a huge square.

The square was buzzing with people, and several huge teleportation arrays were erected in the center. Outside the arrays, there were experts from the Feixian Mansion in Heaven collecting tolls from people coming and going. There were a large number of monks coming in and out of the teleportation array. Some fell from the sky like Yang Xuanzhen and others, while others jumped into the sea.

This was the last interstate teleportation formation that Yang Xuanzhen and others took when they went to Chaoshenhai.

"Senior Brother Yang is so fast!"

"Before I even reacted, I was back outside the interstate teleportation array in the center of Haizhou Ancient City?"

Bi Yuer, Xu Muyun, and the four Liu brothers and sisters were all in a trance after landing.

They left Haizhou Ancient City last time, but it took them three or four days of driving day and night to reach Luanshen Sea.

In just a few breaths, Yang Xuanzhen had brought them back from the Sea of ​​Chaotic Gods.

Such terrifying speed, is it still Yuanxian?
Isn't Yang Xuan really a saint?

In fact, Yang Xuanzhen didn't use all his strength when flying here from the Sea of ​​Chaotic Gods.

If he uses the Wings of Freedom to travel through time and space with all his strength, he can travel back and forth between several major states in an instant, which is faster than an interstate teleportation array.

From now on, when he travels across states in the Immortal Realm, he basically no longer has to take the teleportation array.

However, compared to the total area of ​​the fairy world, Yang Xuanzhen's speed is still as slow as a snail.

"Okay, there is an interstate teleportation array here that you can ride on, let's just part ways... huh?"

Yang Xuanzhen looked at everyone and was about to say goodbye when he suddenly sensed something. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at a teleportation array in the distance.

Everyone felt strange and followed his gaze. They saw the teleportation array shining brightly and a dozen men walking out of it.

The auras on these people were as sharp as swords, as if they were about to cut people's throats at any time.

Every monk who saw these people in the square had a look of fear in their eyes, and they all stayed away like snakes and scorpions.

Some monks soared directly into the sky and escaped from the ancient city of Haizhou.

It seems that those people are terrible demons. If they don't stay away, they will be killed.

The masters from the Tianting Feixian Mansion who managed the interstate teleportation array looked stern when they saw the dozen or so people appearing, and then nodded and bowed to say hello.

The dozen or so people ignored the experts from Feixian Mansion, as if the people from Feixian Mansion were not worthy of talking to them at all.

And they looked at the crowd around them with contempt, as if they were all immortal emperors from heaven who came to inspect the countryside, and the monks in the square were all beggars on the roadside.

"A law enforcement disciple of the Divine Prison? You are really arrogant. I wonder if the Thunder Emperor Tianjun has this kind of attitude?"

Yang Xuanzhen could identify the auras and expressions of those dozen people at a glance, and they were exactly the same as Cao Zhengyang and others.

However, the cultivation of these dozen people is much stronger than that of Cao Zhengyang and other dead ghosts.

All of them have the realm of ancestral immortals.

Especially the leading man, who faintly reveals the artistic conception of returning to Yuan Ji Zhen.

The facial features on this man's face are very three-dimensional, as if hewn with a knife and an axe. The center of his eyebrows is dotted with a lightning-shaped mark, which seems to contain the true meaning of rolling thunder. Once it breaks out, it can destroy the world, break the sky, and suppress the four poles. , which makes people look intimidated.

Swish swish!
The law enforcement disciples of the Divine Prison did not stay in the square, but tore apart the void and disappeared.

"What are these law enforcement disciples from the Divine Prison doing in Haizhou Ancient City? Is something big going to happen here again?"

"They have become more and more arrogant over the years. Not only do they kill people indiscriminately, but they also begin to recruit forces from various major states under their command. Anyone who disobeys will be destroyed. They even interfere in the internal affairs of king-level forces."

"It would be best for me to leave this place as soon as possible, lest I be killed casually and have no place to cry out my grievances..."

Many monks conveyed frightened spiritual thoughts, communicated for a while, and dispersed like birds and beasts.

In the blink of an eye, only a few hundred people were left in the square.

Swish!
Yang Xuanzhen's eyebrows flashed and he caught the traces of the law enforcement disciples of the God's Prison.

He looked away and said to Han Jianxue, "I have to do something. You go back to the sect first."

When he was in the tomb of Lord Oniwu, he killed Cao Zhengyang and others in full public view. He had already offended the Divine Prison Law Enforcement Team. Now that he had met the disciples of this force, he naturally quickly eliminated them.

And the reason why those dozen people appeared here was because they had received news of the death of Cao Zhengyang and others, and wanted to go to the tomb of Lord Oniwu to investigate the truth.

If Yang Xuanzhen didn't catch up and kill them all, it would be even more unjustifiable.

Han Jianxue said quickly: "Senior Brother Yang, the leader of the group just now is called Chen Zhennan. He is the Holy Son of the Divine Prison Law Enforcement Team and has Yuanxian cultivation."

"The Holy Son of Yuanxian." Yang Xuanzhen nodded.

There is also a Holy Son among the law enforcement disciples of the Divine Prison, and they are much more powerful than the Holy Sons among the top forces.

The ancestors of the major forces can become saints, and those in the Divine Prison Law Enforcement Team must at least be in the realm of Yuanxian.

While thinking, Yang Xuanzhen nodded towards Bi Yu'er and Xu Muyun, who were looking deeply at each other, and said with a smile: "Two junior sisters, let's say goodbye here. If you have anything to do in the future, you can contact me through the messenger jade talisman."

Without waiting for the two girls to reply, he disappeared.

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A group of divine prison law enforcement disciples were flying over the vast sea.

Chen Zhennan is in the center, guarded by all his disciples, like stars over the moon.

A disciple in black asked: "Senior Brother Chen, Cao Zhengyang is an unparalleled hero who was personally praised by Thunder Emperor Tianjun. He went to the Sea of ​​Chaos to hunt down the traitor Wu Chang. His death now has made the thunder above furious. What do you mean about Cao Zhengyang? Was it Wu Chang who killed him? Or was it really Senior Brother Yang from the Taiyi Sect?"

Hearing this, the other disciples' ears pricked up, wanting to hear what Chen Zhennan had to say.

This time they went to the tomb of Ghost Warrior Saint Lord on the orders of the high-level officials of the Divine Prison to investigate the cause of death of Cao Zhengyang and others, and to hunt down Wuchang.

Chen Zhennan smiled disdainfully: "Even I have only met Mr. Thunder Emperor Tianjun once, who is Cao Zhengyang, worthy of Tianjun's personal praise? He is just a waste, and he will die if he dies. If it weren't for his second uncle Cao Zhoukong , I'm too lazy to make this trip. In fact, I have received definite information. Cao Zhengyang was not killed by Wu Chang, but at the hands of the Taiyi disciple named Yang. This person named Yang is still in the deepest part of Guiwu Shengjun's tomb. Refining king-level spiritual veins. How can it be so easy to refine king-level spiritual veins? Even I can't do it in a year and a half! And our mission this time is to bring the man named Yang back to Heaven and hand it over to Cao Zhoukong. Disposal, impermanence is only secondary.”

The black-clothed disciple suddenly understood and said flatteringly: "That good-for-nothing Cao Zhengyang cannot be compared with Senior Brother Chen. You have been given the Mark of the Thunder Emperor personally by Lord Thunder Emperor! This time, if Senior Brother takes action, he will definitely be able to suppress the man named Yang." , get the king-level spiritual veins in the tomb, and then hunt down Wuchang, and pocket the Ghost Martial Saint Picture on his body. "

Chen Zhennan said proudly: "In my eyes, what does the surname Yang mean? What does the king's spiritual vein mean? What does impermanence mean? What does the Ghost Warrior Saint Picture mean? My goal is to win the heart of the eternal heavenly king's sworn sister, and the eternity Tianjun becomes a close relative."

As soon as Yang Xuanzhen tore through the void and came to the sky above the sea, preparing to kill all the law enforcement disciples of the God's Prison, he heard the keywords "The Eternal Heavenly Lord's adopted sister", and he couldn't help but feel something in his heart: "The adopted sister...is she Tai Qingtian... "

He listened intently to the conversation of the law enforcement disciples of the God's Prison.

The disciple in black flattered him: "With the grace of Senior Brother Chen, it is easy to capture the heart of the Eternal Heavenly Lord's sworn sister!"

A disciple in green suddenly laughed lewdly and said: "According to intelligence, Xu Muyun and Han Jianxue are following the girl named Yang. These two girls are both beautiful and fragrant, and they have rare immortal bodies in the world. Hehe, I don't know what I'm saying. Senior brother, are you interested in picking them up?"

"Ice muscle, jade bones and the cold immortal body, they can barely come into my eyes." Chen Zhennan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression and behavior were indescribably majestic, like a supreme king overlooking all living beings, and said lightly: "This These two women can be regarded as the stepping stones for me to conquer the step sister of the Eternal Heavenly Lord."

"Congratulations, senior brother, for being the groom ahead of schedule."

"Han Jianxue and Xu Muyun are lucky enough to be harvested by Senior Brother Chen, which is their greatest honor in this life!"

Everyone was flattering Chen Zhennan. (End of chapter)