Cultivating Immortals From Prison

Chapter 422 The End of the Disaster (End of this volume)

Above the holy city, there is already a confrontation between black and white, and the fighting skills between the two are related to the lives of millions of monks.

Yan Luo's eyes were cold, "You are too arrogant."

On his body, the aura became more and more powerful, and there was a harmonious sound that penetrated the universe. This is the resonance of the Dao, which is recorded in ancient books. This is a sign before ascension.

But now it is no longer possible to ascend, but many strong people are shocked that this kind of record that has only been seen in ancient books has actually appeared in front of them.

Yan Luo moved, simple and direct, exuding the royal aura with one punch, and punched Chen Yong wide open and closed. The wave of spiritual energy swept across the nine heavens, with a terrifying aura of destruction in all directions.

The emperor's expression changed.

"This punch is somewhat similar to "Human Emperor's Fist", and it contains the aura of the emperor."

Zen Master Benming said: "Yan Luo is the most powerful person in the transcending tribulation period, and he can create secret scripture-level spiritual skills. The mystery is beyond our imagination."

The Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty nodded, and looked at the two people who were constantly fighting in front of him. Although Chen Yong was at a disadvantage, he was able to restrain Yan Luo.

Zen master Benming said: "My lord, while Chen benefactor is restraining Yan Luo, the two of us will help Senior Jiang and break through the Great Immortal Formation with all our strength."

"That's right!" The emperor nodded.

At this time, the outside world must have already noticed the problem, and they are trying to break through the Great Immortal Formation.

If you can break through the Great Immortal Formation from the inside and gather the power of many immortal artifacts and two world-class powerhouses, it will be an opportunity to turn the tide of battle!
Taking advantage of Yan Luo being restrained by Chen Yong, the two helped Jiang break the formation.

The terrifying power of rules emerged from the two of them, stirring up the boundless situation.

Whoosh!
With a flash of their figures, the two flew straight into the depths of the blood-red sky above.

There are terrifying and alarming fluctuations.

As a quasi-ninth-order large formation, it is extremely difficult to break through the Absolute Immortal Formation, but relatively speaking, it is much less difficult to break through from the inside.

'Jiang' got the help of two world-class powerhouses, and the three powerhouses joined forces, and the blood-red sky that shrouded the holy city was shaking slightly, showing signs of instability.

"kill!"

Yan Luo let out a long cry, and he was in a hurry. If the Great Immortal Formation was broken, the years of hard work prepared by the underworld would be in vain, and the day when the eternal plan would be realized would be greatly extended!
The original plan was foolproof, but he didn't expect that Chen Yong, who is comparable to the ancient Confucian saint, would suddenly appear. Who would have thought that there would be such a person in the world, who would go to a dead end and come to an end!

"Boom!"

Yan Luo swung his fist, and the blazing rays of light illuminated the sky. The terrifying power wiped out the immortal formations in the Holy City, and any enemies standing in front of him would be reduced to ashes under his fist.

Chen Yong stood in the sea of ​​writing, his body was cracked, his chest was bloody, exposing the stubble of bones, his writing energy was constantly nourishing and repairing his body, but his face was as calm as ever, facing the fierce punch of Yan Luo, he did not dodge Without avoiding it, he mobilized his surging literary energy, turned into a spear, and stabbed at Yan Luo's fist.

The two collided with each other, making a loud rumble.

In the end, the spear was wiped out, and Jin Cancan's fist hit Wenhai.

Chen Yong blocked Yan Luo's punch, but Wen Hai around him began to dim.

In ancient times, he had already begun to imbue his body with immortal energy, opened the gate of heaven, and ascended to the immortal world.

But in this world, the fairy world has long since disappeared, and the fairy energy has also disappeared, and the cultural energy transformed into the Wenhai will eventually be exhausted.

"die!"

Yan Luo was really angry, but at this moment, he didn't want to procrastinate any longer. If he procrastinated, the Great Immortal Formation would be broken. He wanted to kill Chen Yong with the fastest speed. The world-class powerhouse will refine all the monks, including the holy city, in the great immortal formation, and turn them into billowing energy to feed back the world!
At this moment, he is like a demon god rushing out of the area, opening and closing, and wants to kill Chen Yong quickly!

Chen Yong was inexperienced in fighting skills, and his body was weak. Even if he was nourished by culture, he was about to be torn apart under Yan Luo's attack at this moment.

It was very difficult for him, but fortunately he held on, he coughed up blood, and his bones were broken, but his face was calm, and he blocked Yan Luo's terrifying attack!

In the holy city.

Countless monks wept as they watched the battle between the two most powerful men in the sky.

It's just that fighting skills at this level are far from what they can intervene in.

In the Holy City, there are also the blessings of the Immortal Formation and the rules. If they fly to the sky and have not approached the battlefield, they will be smashed to pieces by the aftermath, and then their souls will be scattered.

In the eastern part of the outer city, the mansion of the messenger of the Holy City.

Chen Ye burst into tears, a heart-piercing pain spread all over her body, the pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe.

"Father!"

She moaned.

A circle of light white Wenqi trapped her, preventing her from flying into the sky

"what--"

The woman's mournful cry was blocked by her literary energy and only echoed in this pale white circle.

above the Holy City.

The originally extremely rich blood color gradually faded at this moment, and astonishing terrifying fluctuations came from inside.

The spirit of the holy city 'Jiang' and the two world-class powerhouses are breaking through with all their strength at this moment!
The Great Immortal Formation is crumbling.

Suddenly, a house in the southern part of the outer city suddenly had a dazzling bright sun shining on the roof.

In the gloomy environment, this ray of sunlight is extremely dazzling, making countless monks excited, cheering, and jumping for joy!
Astonishing fluctuations continued to spread from the depths of the blood-red sky. The blood-red color became lighter and lighter, with more and more cracks, and more and more sunlight shone in.

Boom!

Finally, with a deafening buzzing sound, the Great Immortal Formation broke!
A series of terrifying auras escaped from the Great Immortal Formation. This is the holy city, and it is difficult for even the unrivaled powerhouses to transmit auras into the holy city, which made many monks in the holy city feel it.

Only a fairy weapon can extend the energy mechanism to the holy city.

These terrifying auras represent a supreme fairy weapon.

You know, in the Holy City today, there are almost all the holy sons and saintesses in the five regions of China. These young geniuses represent the future of their respective holy places. If all the young geniuses in the holy places die in the holy city, even one There will also be faults in the Holy Land, which is a very serious matter.

As soon as he learned of the astonishing changes in the holy city, the holy masters of all the ancient holy places in the five regions of Shenzhou rushed here with their own fairy artifacts.

over the Holy City.

Yan Luo also stopped, looking at Chen Yong coldly, feeling the power of many immortal artifacts coming, his heart sank suddenly.

Blood was flowing from the corner of Chen Yong's mouth, and the Wenhai around him was already extremely dim, and the scale was much smaller. Now it can only be called Wenhu, but he let out a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, I can't kill, but You have no chance."

Yan Luo's eyes became colder and colder. If there were only two or three celestial weapons, he could still deal with them, but if more than ten celestial weapons came together, even he would be in great danger, and would even perish.

"I just lost an opportunity, but you lost your life." Yan Luo said coldly.

In this battle, Chen Yong exhausted the literary spirit accumulated in 800 years of studying, and sublimated himself to the utmost, from a mortal who did not know how to practice to the point where he could fight against the strong in the transcending tribulation period.

If one can infuse one's body with immortal energy and ascend to the immortal world, one will naturally be able to eliminate hidden dangers and enjoy longevity.But in today's world, it will only die in the ultimate brilliance.

After Yan Luo finished speaking, he took a deep look at Chen Yong in front of him, there was resentment, indifference, and pity in his eyes.

"The eternal plan of the underworld will soon be realized."

Yan Luo's figure flashed, turned into a purple glow, and fled towards the northwest. The speed of his escape was extremely fast, and he disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Yan Luo fled, and the Great Immortal Formation was completely shattered.

The blood red covering the holy city dissipated, replaced by a bright sky.

Immortal artifacts flew in one after another, followed by a strong man named Yukongfei. Now the holy city has removed many suppressions and restraints, so that monks can cast their magic power. Otherwise, apart from the immortal artifacts, even the major holy places Even the holy lords can't fly over the holy city.

Seeing this scene, countless monks in the Holy City finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Over the holy city, more than a dozen immortal artifacts hovered, exuding terrifying aura, crushing the void.

The Shenxiao Sword from the Holy Land of Shenxiao, the Jinyang Feather Fan from the Holy Land of Jinyang, the Taixuan Star Clothes from the Holy Land of Taixuan, the Thunder Hammer from the Holy Land of Four Extremes, the Zhenhuang Baochai from the Holy Land of Yaochi, and the Tongtian Seal from the Han Dynasty.
But at this moment, the darkness dissipated, and the current situation in the Holy City was undoubtedly revealed. Under the impact of the Immortal Formation, tens of thousands of monks fell, and most of the bones were devoured by the bloody waves, turning into blood to replenish Entering the Great Immortal Formation, only a very small number of cultivators managed to survive under the impact of the huge blood-colored waves, dragging their half-broken bodies to survive, but the huge blood-colored waves were formed by the rules of the Great Immortal Formation. The monks who came down couldn't heal their wounds at all. Instead, under the erosion of the power of this rule, their injuries continued to aggravate and eventually fell.

All the people who saw this scene had extremely heavy faces, full of anger and resistance to the evil deeds of that underworld.

"Daughter, my daughter!"

"Where are you? Husband, don't scare me."

"Disciple, my poor disciple, you should have a bright future, but you are all to blame for the teacher. If the teacher hadn't brought you here, you wouldn't have died—"

"Yan Luo! Hell! Blood debts!"

Sorrows echoed one after another in the four major urban areas of the outer city.

And many people also turned their eyes to the current Confucian saint who saved everyone in the sky, such as the Supreme Elder of Jinyang Holy Land, the Supreme Elder of Shenxiao Holy Land, and the old palace master of Xuanwu Tiangong. He flew towards Chen Yong with a serious expression.

Chen Yong's body became more and more illusory, which was a sign that his physical body was about to disappear.

As Yan Luo said, what he lost was an opportunity, but what Chen Yong lost was his life.

After enduring such a huge amount of power without infusing the body with immortal energy, the final result will inevitably be the disappearance of the physical body and the collapse of the soul.

Wen Hai also disappeared, leaving only a little literary energy, surrounding Chen Yong's body, maintaining his last vitality.

"Confucian saints."

"Chen Sheng."

"Mr. Chen."

"Confucian saints."

Many people came, including Zen master Benming and the emperor of the Han Dynasty, as well as the holy spirit 'Jiang'.It is not only to thank Chen Yong for saving his life, but also to send this Confucian saint to his last journey.

Everyone's heart is extremely heavy.

Chen Yong smiled, didn't say much, moved his body, and flew down.

The crowd quickly followed.

With Chen Yong in front and a group of strong men behind, they flew downward, and within two breaths, they came to the eastern area of ​​the outer city.

In the eastern part of the outer city, the mansion of the messenger of the Holy City.

In a courtyard.

Chen Yong fell down, his body was already in a translucent state, and it was still illusory. It won't take long for him to completely dissipate in this world.

Chen Yong looked at the easel not far away, his daughter had already fainted, her face was pale, her brows were tightly frowned, showing panic and sorrow.

Chen Yong waved his hand lightly, and the pale literary spirit surrounding Chen Ye dissipated.

"Ye'er."

Chen Yong called out.

"Father!"

Chen Ye's eyelids moved slightly, and then she sat up abruptly, as if she had a nightmare and was frightened unimaginably. When she saw her father in front of her, she couldn't help it anymore, burst into tears, and threw herself into his father's bed. in the arms.

"Father."

Seeing this situation, all the powerful men who followed behind were all moved.

Chen Yong patted the weeping daughter in his arms lightly, and said softly: "Ye'er, my father is leaving. After I leave, you have to take care of yourself."

"Don't go, father."

Chen Ye, who is usually mature and stable, is lying in his father's arms, crying like a little girl, but at this time, no one is laughing at her, and she deserves everyone's respect because of her father.

Chen Yong said: "Ye'er, I have lived enough for my father. Although I have no regrets in dying now, the only thing I can't let go of in this world is you, so you have to promise me that you will live a good life."

Chen Ye broke down in tears.

At this time, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty stepped forward, walked behind Chen Yong, looked at Chen Yong's increasingly illusory back, and said, "Master, from now on, Ye'er will be the princess of my Han Dynasty, and I will treat her as my own daughter." , no one can bully her, and no one can go against her own wishes."

The emperor of the Han Dynasty made a promise.

Chen Yong turned his head, looked at the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, and said, "Thank you, Emperor."

After receiving the words of the Emperor of Han, Chen Yong felt relieved. He knew the Emperor of Han, and since he had made a promise, he would not break his promise.

The Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty nodded and stepped back, leaving room for the father and daughter.

"Amitabha."

Beside him, Zen Master Benming showed a look of impatience, clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

The emperor of the Han Dynasty looked heavy, looking ahead, Chen Yong's figure became more and more illusory, and when the last wisp of literary energy disappeared, Chen Yong's body also completely collapsed, disappearing between heaven and earth.

Confucian saints in the world, let's go!

"If there is no master, Shenzhou will sink and be troubled by the underworld, and the eternity will be like a long night.

"This time, thanks to my master."

The emperor of the Han Dynasty sighed and said.

The news of the demise of Confucian saints in the world quickly spread throughout the holy city, and countless monks were sad.

When Gu Shen walked out of the inner city, he also received this sad news, feeling very sad.

He stepped forward and rushed to the Holy City Messenger's Mansion in the eastern part of the outer city. Along the way, many people greeted him, their eyes full of admiration and admiration.

At the same time, he also saw the dead bodies of monks.

(End of this chapter)