Cultivating Immortals From Prison

Chapter 421
above the Holy City.

The bloody sky has turned into black and red, as if the world has turned into darkness.

Zen master Benming and the emperor of the Han Dynasty, two world-class powerhouses, were defeated by Yan Luo, and life and death were only in an instant.

But at this moment, facing the Lord of the Underworld, who is suspected to be the strongest, dozens of strong people flew to the sky to face Yan Luo.

Among these people are the supreme elders, elders, and leaders of various holy places and great religions, as well as great masters in casual practice.In the face of a stronger person, between life and death, there are certainly some people who fear and escape, even the vast majority of these people, but not everyone is like this. There are always a few people who dare to draw their swords even in the face of a stronger person.

Extending the head is a slash, and shrinking the head is also a slash, it is better to face this slash, the only one to die!

Reaching the top of the star building.

Among the dozens of figures soaring into the sky, Gu Shen saw many familiar faces, including the Supreme Elder of Shenxiao Holy Land, the Supreme Elder of Jinyang Holy Land, the old palace master of Xuanwu Tiangong, and some who had been with him before. The middle-aged man in the python robe beside the Han prince.

These people are all well-known powerhouses, but now they are very tragic, but their faces are calm, knowing that it is death, but they are generous to die.

Gu Shen was emotional.

"Senior, I'm going too."

Gu Shen said in a low voice.

The red vertical eyes sighed, and said: "I don't recommend you to go, or, wait a little longer, with your talent, it would be a pity if you died here."

Gu Shen looked calmly, looked at the four districts of the outer city, and said: "We all guessed wrong before, this great immortal formation is not presided over by an unrivaled powerhouse, but the arrangement of a supreme powerhouse, the seniors of the holy city are now The pressure we are facing must be beyond our imagination.

"Those blood-red waves in the outer city are getting more and more turbulent. It won't take long for the inner city to be unable to hold it. It is better to die in the hands of the strongest than to die in the Great Immortal Formation.

"After all, since ancient times, there has never been a strong person who has appeared, and it is not in vain to die at the hands of a legendary strong person."

After a pause, Gu Shenzheng sighed heavily, pain and compassion flashed in his eyes, and said: "It's just that I'm sorry for Fan'er, I don't want to bring him to the holy city to find a way to solve my feelings, but now my feelings are solved, but I'm stuck in this In desperation, it actually hurt him.

"Senior, if there is a chance, please protect Fan'er and escape. Even if I die, I will remember your great kindness."

The red vertical eyes have always been mysterious, and Gu Shen just held a glimmer of hope and pleaded with it.

"If the senior has no choice, then there is no need to worry about him. How many monks have died in the holy city now."

The red vertical eyes were also very sad, and said: "Don't worry, if there is a chance, I will take him away, if not, I'm afraid I will also perish under this great immortal formation."

Then, the red vertical eyes jumped out from the palm of Gu Shen's left hand, hanging beside Gu Shen.

It has witnessed Gu Shen's progress from insignificance to the present state with its own eyes, and naturally poured a lot of affection into Gu Shen, so at this moment, it is naturally filled with sadness in its heart.

"A supreme being, and a quasi-ninth-order large formation, how can such a hopeless situation be broken."

The red vertical eyes felt heavy in their hearts.

In ancient times, the Great Immortal Formation was a rank nine formation, but in modern times, it naturally dropped to rank one.

But now, the Great Immortal Formation is presided over, arranged, and activated by the strongest in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage. However, due to the restrictions on the materials used, it has not yet reached the power of the ninth-level large formation, but it has surpassed the power of the eighth-level top-grade large formation. category.

With a flash, Gu Shen appeared on the first floor of the Zhaixing Building. He carefully looked at his son who was practicing, and the figure of Senior Sister and Xiaoxiao appeared in his mind. He didn't hesitate anymore, his figure blurred, and disappeared the next moment. .

When Gu Shen reappeared, he had already used the golden glow escape method, his body was like a glow, he rushed out of the Star Picking Tower, and flew straight to the sky, and he wanted to fight against the Lord of the Underworld with dozens of strong men!
Gu Shen was in the Zhaixing Building before, in the inner city, and no one noticed him, but at this moment, he rushed out of the inner city and charged towards the blood-colored sky, naturally he fell into the eyes of countless people.

"Gu Shen!"

"That's Gu Shen!"

"The leader of the younger generation!"

"Oh my god, is Gu Shen going to take this step? With his talent, he could have reached the peak of his cultivation path!"

"What a god-war leader! My generation of monks, why not be afraid of a battle!"

"I thought that those who climbed to the sky were all strong men of the older generation, but Gu Shen told me that young people are also bloody!"

"It's a pity that I can't meet such a hero sooner, or I will follow him and protect the way for him!"

"Let's fight with the leader!"

"Let's fight with the leader!"

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The prince of Han, the son of Buddha, the son of Shenxiao, the son of Bahuang, the son of Taixuan, the goddess of Wushengjiao, and many other arrogances who have emerged in the battle of gods have all appeared at this moment, and they have turned into rays of light. Like Gu Shen, go to the sky and fight!
Reaching the top of the star building.

"Xiao Shenzi, Bao—"

The red vertical eyes sighed, and wanted to say to Gu Shen to take care again, but before the "heavy" was said, it was taken aback, and then looked to the east in astonishment, and it didn't know what it thought of, it shouted in surprise, "Xiao Shenzi , you’re saved, you don’t have to go looking for death, the desperate situation can be broken, the desperate situation can be broken!”

Gu Shen also followed to look towards the east, and was immediately taken aback.

At this moment, a powerful wave came from the eastern part of the holy city, and countless monks felt it.

The hundreds of figures that soared into the sky also stopped their flying upwards and looked towards the east one after another.

Knowing that there is a dead end and a desperate situation ahead, they dare to go to the sky to fight, even if they die, they must fight the enemy to the death with dignity, instead of dying under the strangulation of the formation.

But now, the situation has changed, and the situation has changed.

No one wants to die. If they can avoid dying, they naturally want to live.

hum!
At the same time, a powerful and gentle force appeared, and with a light flick, these monks were forcibly pushed back.

This shocked many people. After all, among these people, there were many Holy Master-level powerhouses, but so many Holy Master-level powerhouses were also helpless under this force.

In the black and red world, everything became darker and deeper.

It seems that everything will be swallowed by darkness.

But at a certain moment, a ray of white light appeared in the east of the sky.

The appearance of this ray of white light is extremely dazzling in the darkness of the sky, and it seems out of place.

And this ray of white light continued to expand, within one or two breaths, that ray of white light expanded like a raging river.

This is not really a river, but the white light is too pure and rich, and when gathered together, it looks like a river.

Some well-informed elders of the university finally recognized it at this moment.

"Wenqi. This is Wenhai Confucian Saint, Confucian Saint of the present age."

In the eastern part of the outer city, the Holy City Messenger's Mansion.

Deep in the mansion, in a courtyard.

Chen Ye was wearing a blue dress, standing behind the easel, holding a paintbrush in his hand, the tip of the brush was stained with ink.

But at this moment, the paintbrush in Chen Ye's hand was shaking at a frequency visible to the naked eye.

In front of the easel, Chen Ye felt the gentle fluctuations in the sky, and in his red eyes, big tears finally fell down.

"Father."

Chen Ye suddenly raised his head, looking at the ocean of culture above.

On the easel, a black and white portrait of a character has been drawn, and the characters are lifelike.A tall and strong middle-aged man was sitting on a horse tie. He was wearing a wide-sleeved gown. He had a large and smooth forehead. His eyes seemed to contain infinite wisdom and deep love. This was the contemporary Confucianist Sheng's portraits, but now, behind the easel, there is nowhere to be seen Chen Yong.

Even though Chen Ye didn't think of her father's abnormal behavior at first, she naturally guessed it when she painted later, but she couldn't stop it.
"Father."

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She knew that she was about to lose the person who loved her the most and was closest to her in the world.

Eastern sky.

The black and red are retreating, and the white light is getting more and more blazing.

The world no longer looked so gloomy, and everyone felt a little more at ease.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the sea of ​​culture, with white light reflected in their eyes. Now this white light is the only hope in everyone's heart.

In the ocean of culture, the middle-aged man who was respected by many people as a contemporary Confucian saint stood with his hands down, his toga and sleeves fluttering slightly in the wind.

He has never practiced spells. Compared with many powerful monks who can capture stars and moons and move mountains and seas, he is almost powerless to restrain chicken demons. But this Confucian scholar who has never practiced, at this moment It has become the hope in the eyes of millions of monks in the holy city.

Chen Yong looked at Yan Luo and took a step forward. Every time he took a step, the white hair on his head would grow less, and his body would become younger. Centered on him, Chen Yong spread in all directions, and the white light became brighter and brighter. One-third of the area above the holy city was covered, and the darkness was greatly driven away.

Carrying a full of literary spirit, he walked step by step towards the dignified Yan Luo, his dim eyes filled with astonishing brilliance!
In the end, the place was full of culture, and the rickety and old figure disappeared, replaced by a vigorous body, detached from the world!
This middle-aged Confucian scholar who has never practiced before and has no power to bind chicken monsters, now possesses a kind of unrivaled power. Standing there, he is like a god descending from the earth, and his unique aura strikes in all directions, even if he is facing the invincible king of the underworld. The Lord is not weak at all.

"I have read books for 800 years and realized the Tao for 800 years. Today, I have spent 800 years of hard work and asked Yan Luo to give me advice."

Chen Yong spoke calmly, slowly raised his right hand, and stretched out a finger.

He pointed out that his literary energy was surging, like a shooting star across the black and red sky, with bright white lights and crystals, the real dragon, the divine phoenix, the white tiger, and the basalt followed each other, singing in harmony, sacred and peaceful, like a god born .

Under Yan Luo's mask, those eyes that were always calm and calm finally became a little more solemn.

"Humph."

Yan Luo snorted lightly, and pointed to a sword, and slashed at Chen Yong's finger.

call out!
A long and narrow sword light appeared, like an antelope's horns, extremely subtle.

Countless monks held their breath.

Yan Luo had used this sword finger before to split the secret scripture-level spiritual skill "Eight Dragons" of Daleiyin Temple, but it was finally blocked by Zen Master Benming's "King Kong Indestructible Magical Art", and even suffered Not a minor injury.

Everyone's eyes widened, hoping that this Confucian sage who appeared could catch the sword and counter Yama!

boom!
The collision of black and white exploded above the holy city.

Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The formations and rules of the holy city emerged, trying to offset the mana aftermath of the fight between the two, but in the end many formations and rules were wiped out, and some buildings in the holy city were affected and collapsed.

Now that the Immortal Realm is separated from the Cultivation Realm, these immortal artifacts remaining in the Cultivation Realm have no immortal energy, and their power has been greatly weakened. Otherwise, it would not be so difficult to suppress the Great Immortal Formation, and the formation patterns would not be easily wiped out.

High in the sky, the black, red and white light slowly faded away.

The finger pointed by Chen Yong disappeared, and the sword that Yan Luo slashed was wiped out together with it.

Yan Luo and Chen Yong's first fight ended in a tie.

Yan Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Chen Yong in the distance, and said: "Chen Yong, a contemporary Confucian saint? I underestimate you. Unfortunately, you were born in the wrong era. If it was ancient times, you have reached this level and reached the limit of sublimation. It is when you ascend in the daylight, but in this world, after you have reached the limit of sublimation, there is no immortal energy to guide you to the fairy world. How can your mortal body withstand such a majestic energy? Hmph, after the limit of sublimation , you will surely die!"

Yan Luo has been running the underworld for countless years, and he has already investigated all the major forces and figures in the five regions of China. As a contemporary Confucian saint, Chen Yong is naturally among them.

It's just that Yan Luo doesn't believe it. In today's world, how can there be scholars who have completed their cultivation? With this understanding, wouldn't it be much better to practice Taoism?

Therefore, Yan Luo didn't pay too much attention to Chen Yong, thinking that the so-called "confucian saints of the present age" are just some boring people who are flattering or sensationalizing. How can the ancient Confucian saints compare with the ancient Confucian saints?

Only now, he knew that he was wrong, and underestimated this current Confucian saint.

This is a poor fellow who was born in the wrong era just like himself.

No, I am better than this person, I am the most powerful person in the Tribulation Period, I have an infinite lifespan, and I also have a way to reopen the Heavenly Gate.

It won't be long before the realm of comprehension will border on the realm of immortals again. At that time, when the eternal plan of the underworld is realized, he will bring all the monks in the underworld to teach and ascend!

When Chen Yong heard this, his expression was very calm, and he smiled and said: "I am a mortal body, but I can live for eight hundred years. If it weren't for the pills to prolong my life and protect my body, my body would have decayed long ago.

"For 800 years of studying, in exchange for this moment of extreme sublimation, and experiencing the literary spirit described in ancient books, it is all worth it.

"Death, there is no regret."

After Chen Yong finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the Great Han Emperor in the distance.

The emperor of the Han Dynasty seemed to understand what Chen Yong was thinking at the moment, and nodded solemnly.

After receiving the response from the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, the last worry in Chen Yong's heart was forgotten. He turned his gaze back to Yan Luo, and said, "Confucian student Chen Yong, boldly invite Yan Luo to die!"

PS:

In the recent period, for some reason, my mental state is very poor, and my mind is heavy and depressed. It may be caused by too many things in life and too much pressure.

If this continues, I'm afraid of depression, so I need to make adjustments and relax.

call.

(End of this chapter)