There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Ao Hong seemed to be venting something. The water spirit energy in the surrounding space kept trembling with his laughter, creating waves in the rolling river.

At the edge of a wasteland in the distance, Hongze and others were looking at their master who was laughing a little crazily. They understood him to some extent, because if they could, they would also like to laugh wildly towards the sky like him.

After more than ten breaths.

Ao Hong stopped smiling and used his powerful cultivation to suppress the excitement in his emotions. He looked at the sky in the direction of Shangjing City with cold and rational eyes.

Suddenly, a beam of fire shot up into the sky from the top of the majestic snow-capped mountains in the north, igniting the northern sky and driving a powerful energy pressure towards the direction of Shangjing City. A gust of wind appeared out of nowhere between the flow of cold and hot air, and swept across a large area to the north of Shangjing City in a blink of an eye.

"Saint has mercy!"

An illusory voice sounded in the clouds, and a transparent light golden barrier suddenly fell from the northern sky, blocking the powerful air pressure coming from the north.

It was Zen Master Lingyuan of Vajra Temple. He was standing under the clouds in a light yellow monk’s robe. The Buddha’s light behind him reflected an illusory figure of an arhat, who was looking at the northern sky with no expression of either sadness or joy.

At the end of the northern sky, there is a brilliant starry sky. It is Rong Yang who offers the "Starry Sky Umbrella". He looks at Ling Yuan with a smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Rongyang, do you want to burn millions of people in Zhongzhou into powder?"

Ling Yuan clasped his hands together, and a look of compassion emerged on his expressionless face. The sound of his voice penetrated through the spiritual energy, and only people with the fourth realm of cultivation could hear it.

As his voice penetrated, the thick earth vein aura in the clouds in the northwest direction spread rapidly, and the "life and death light curtain" driven by the earth vein power appeared and disappeared, scaring some third-level cultivators who were secretly observing the situation in Shangjing City away as quickly as possible.

It's a bow.

She stood quietly under the clouds, her eyes reflecting the brilliant golden halo in the sky of Shangjing City.

And Cangji appeared at some unknown time a hundred miles ahead of Zhigong. His appearance seemed to be specifically to prevent Zhigong from disturbing the divine ritual currently being carried out in Shangjing City.

"Young man, I advise you to leave now. Kaiyun is much smarter than you!" Rongyang responded to Master Lingyuan with a mocking tone.

"Saint has mercy!"

Ling Yuan clasped his hands together, his attitude remaining the same as before.

But the imagined fight did not begin, and the two sides just stood there confronting each other.

On the top of Qiufeng Mountain, the highest mountain among the mountains southeast of Jianglin Road, Xuan Ling, Xia Wenyi, Li Miaolin and Que Cai were gazing at the sky of Shangjing City, feeling the powerful strength of several fourth-level cultivators. They were terrified but also yearning for it.

Qiufeng Mountain is a famous mountain known far and wide. It was originally the secret base of the "First Day", making its fire spirit particularly strong. It is also the place where the air from the north and the south meet, so there is a refreshing autumn breeze all year round near the mountain, hence the name "Qiufeng Mountain".

But at this time, the four of them had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery of Qiufeng Mountain. They carefully concealed their breath and observed the magical formation in the direction of Zhongzhou.

Behind them is a transfer array that is always activated, and it looks like they are ready to run away at any time.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know to what extent Ao Bing has cultivated his magic?" Li Miaolin looked at Quecai and asked. Among the four people, only Quecai had practiced magic with Ziluan.

"According to the records of the divine arts, I guess Ao Bing has already cultivated to the fifth stage. You see, his divine arts seem sacred and majestic, but in fact he can't even perform a complex divine art. He can only use basic divine arts. This is because his foundation is not enough."

Que Cai's tone was not very certain at first, but at the end his tone was affirmative, "I also cannot understand what he is going to do now. According to the records of the divine arts, the next step is that he needs to give up his cultivation, go through hundreds of lifetimes and gain the approval of the Heavenly Dao, then he can establish the prototype of the kingdom of God."

"I heard from Master that the Lord's divine arts cultivation is at this stage." Li Miaolin continued. The 'Lord' he mentioned could only be Wang Ping.

"Well, Ziluan also said that the Lord of the Mansion inherited the kingdom of God from Lord Xiaoshan." Que Cai nodded.

When Xia Wenyi heard the name of 'Xiao Shan Zhen Jun', a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face. After all, Xiao Shan Zhen Jun was his real ancestor, but this ancestor betrayed his entire clan.

At this time, Xuan Ling said: "It is rumored that when the Dragon King attained enlightenment, he once transformed into a mortal to travel the world. I don't know whether it is true or not. Maybe when the Dragon King was practicing divine arts, he found another shortcut, and Ao Bing is taking this shortcut now."

When Xia Wenyi heard Xuan Ling's remarks, he subconsciously refuted: "When Master Xiaoshan was practicing magic, he took a shortcut and messed up the entire Zhongzhou. He..."

He stopped talking halfway, then looked at the dragon's body looming in the clouds with a grim expression.

"Will he succeed?"

Li Miaolin asked softly, and his tone seemed to reflect his yearning for divine arts, but he could not endure the ten years of "self-denial".

At this moment, he was not the only one asking this question.

On the hillside of a snowy mountain called Bishui Mountain in the east of the Snow Region, an ancient temple stands on a barren frozen land, where hundreds of ascetic monks practice.

On the edge of a desolate cliff on the frozen ground, under the howling snow, there were two monks in grey robes standing, they were quietly looking at the divine light that was faintly visible in the eastern sky.

One of these two people is Zhang Xinghuai, the disciple of Senior Brother Wang Ping II, who is now the abbot of Zhongping Temple, and the person next to him is Monk Mingkong who has been guiding him in his practice.

Zhang Xinghuai asked the same question just now.

Monk Mingkong seemed to be quite knowledgeable about divine arts. He responded with a smile, "In theory, he can succeed, but his soul consciousness will be filled with the faith and spirituality of tens of millions of people. This requires a strong external force to intervene in order to escape. I believe he must have been prepared."

"However, judging from the current situation in Zhongzhou, whether he can succeed does not depend on this divine ritual, but on the struggle behind the ritual. Everyone in the world knows that the protagonist of this battle for Zhongzhou's divine weapon is the Zhenyang Sect, but Ao Bing, relying on the support of the Dragon King, actually ignores the general trend and wants to pull teeth out of the tiger's mouth. He is too impatient."

Zhang Xinghuai frowned and asked, "Will he fail?"

Monk Mingkong shook his head. "I don't know either. His failure may not be a bad thing. Don't worry, the quota in Vajra Temple will be vacant sooner or later. Your most important task now is to integrate the Buddhist sects in the Snow Region and practice Buddhism. The one in Lingshan Temple has already intended to pass on his mantle. As long as you have wisdom, he will not care about your past."

When Zhang Xinghuai nodded, the faint golden light in the eastern sky suddenly surged, generating flowing golden air waves between heaven and earth.

Shangjing City. In the divine light that penetrated the heaven and earth, Ao Bing's huge dragon body turned and moved. His body, which was already extremely noble and solemn, looked even more sacred under the divine light.

"Ang~"

The majestic dragon roar resounded through heaven and earth.

The next moment, the huge dragon body emerged from the clouds and hovered in the sky of Shangjing City. The people opened their eyes wide and looked at the majestic and sacred dragon body. At first, they were afraid out of human instinct, but when the golden light from the sky fell on them and made them feel the tangible benefits, the fear quickly dissipated, and was replaced by devout faith.

Their expressions quickly changed from initial disbelief to fanaticism. Coupled with some nearby fanatics reading out Ao Bing's name with high emotions, some people were quickly infected and went from fanaticism to madness. Even people in some ignorant areas began to sacrifice their own flesh and blood in exchange for the immortality that people often talked about.

For a time, all creatures in the northern part of Zhongzhou were in a state of extreme madness, and they offered all their requests to the giant dragon in the sky.

The spirituality generated by their active vitality formed a dense golden halo between heaven and earth because of the widespread divine magic arrays. Countless spiritual creatures fell through the atmosphere, and they excitedly devoured the spiritual energy brought by the flow of divine magic light in the world of inspiration.

The golden pillar of light that penetrated the sky and earth in Shangjing City seemed to become substantial. Deep in the imperial palace to the north of the city, the core area of ​​the magic array was where the magic light was most densely populated. The originally warm magic light now emitted a high temperature here, and the surrounding buildings had long been reduced to ashes under the illumination of the magic light.

At the edge of the mysterious rune lines of the magic array, dozens of third-level cultivators looked up at the majestic dragon figure in the sky. The aftermath of the magic light impacting Ao Bing's soul was also affecting them. Their souls were like a small boat in the ocean in such a rich spirituality, which could capsize at any time.

However, their emotions were driven by spirituality, and they were so obsessed with the current state that they could not feel the crisis at all. Most of the low-level monks who were originally responsible for guarding the magic circle farther away had already lost themselves in the pleasure of the spiritual impact on their consciousness.

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There was a third-level cultivator at the core edge of the magic circle. He suddenly woke up from this crazy joy. It was some kind of restriction in his spiritual veins that made him wake up. After waking up, confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he took out an exquisite wooden box from his storage bag.

At this moment, no one noticed his actions. There were complicated seals on the surface of the wooden box. He held the wooden box in one hand and used the other hand to quickly pinch out the spell to unlock the seal.

At the same time, near some magic circles on Pingzhou Road, Qigong practitioners were slaughtering civilians, and then using evil sacrificial spells to sacrifice their flesh and blood into the magic circles.

These actions have been going on for a long time, but the monks responsible for guarding these places have not responded at all.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, as if something exploded. Most of the people living around Shangjing City experienced tinnitus after the noise, and then subconsciously covered their heads with their hands, with expressions of pain.

The people who reacted first looked up at the sky, but there was no change in the sky. It was still sacred, with a huge dragon hovering under the clouds.

But in the world of inspiration, the abdomen of Ao Bing's dragon body soul was swelling, as if an invisible force was rampaging inside the soul, trying to break free from the soul's restraints, and it seemed that it could shatter his soul at any time!

"Ang~"

There was another dragon roar, this time with obvious pain.

In the world of inspiration, an illusory and distorted figure circled around Ao Bing's soul. Countless spiritual creatures surged around it, completely covering the world of inspiration in the sky of Shangjing City, as well as Ao Bing's soul, and forming an invisible pulling force, trying to pull Ao Bing's soul into their different dimension.

"Father!"

A cry of fear came from Ao Bing's mouth, but the Dragon King did not respond to him.

The next moment, his soul disappeared out of thin air along with the ocean of spiritual energy created by countless spiritual creatures!

Zen Master Lingyuan and Cangji looked at everything happening before their eyes in disbelief, and immediately used their spiritual powers to explore the entire Zhongzhou continent, trying to find Ao Bing's spiritual consciousness.

The huge dragon body without the support of the soul, the water spirit consciousness in the body suddenly revived, and then there seemed to be a force tearing the huge body apart, and the scales emitting a green halo began to fall off. Each scale weighed a thousand pounds and fell to the ground in an instant. Many people were smashed into a bloody mess by the fallen scales.

Screams of terror suddenly resounded throughout the world, but after a brief moment of panic, some people tried to dismember the scales...

"Hahahaha~"

The wanton laughter echoed between heaven and earth, followed by a loud dragon roar that resounded through heaven and earth.

It’s Ao Hong.

His huge body rose from the upper reaches of the Nong River.

Cang Ji subconsciously sacrificed the "Life and Death Banner" to stop Ao Hong, but when the hell-like illusion with gusts of cold wind attacked Ao Hong, Ao Hong did not even try to dodge. His huge dragon body passed directly through the life and death illusion, not caring about his body being scratched by the cold wind.

"when"

There was a loud bang.

Ao Hong's huge dragon body hit Cangji head-on. Cangji was obviously unprepared and was knocked to the ground. Then Ao Hong opened his bloody mouth and spit out a water bullet. When the water bullet landed on the ground, it was a storm, and every drop of rain that fell would freeze into ice crystals.

In a blink of an eye, the ice crystals covering the ground spread towards the area where Cangji was at an extremely fast speed. As Cangji fell to the ground, dark thunder appeared around his body, destroying the spreading ice crystals. When he looked up to meet Ao Hong's huge and crazy eyes, he immediately had a thought of retreating, and then he turned into a stream of light and retreated to the east without hesitation.

And all this happened in a few breaths!
Ao Hong ignored Cangji who was leaving. His eyes reflected Ao Bing's body that was about to collapse under the clouds. He felt the water spirit consciousness in that body and was about to step forward to collect it when a hot breath suddenly came from the north.

This breath brought Ao Hong a sense of crisis, and it seemed a little familiar. It was not Rong Yang, but the 'True Fire Banner' that he had seen in the sky above Beizhou!
As some of his thoughts emerged, the northern sky was dyed a fiery red, and Zen Master Lingyuan, who was supposed to block the invasion from the north, had disappeared.

Instinctively, Ao Hong steadied his body and looked away. The fiery red light had already spread to Shangjing City!
"Boom"

A ball of scorching flame hit Ao Bing's mutating body. There was a human-shaped figure in the flame. After he managed to stabilize his body, he spoke something in an extremely sharp voice, but his words were confusing and no one could understand them.

"Hey~"

After he said these words, he let out a strange cry, and the cry formed an invisible air wave. When the air wave dispersed, a dense fire spirit formation emerged, and within the formation was an even denser sunflower pattern.

The flames in the sky ignited the golden light of faith and spirituality at this moment, and then the golden light guided the fire to the ground like a fire starter, igniting the people who had been praying one by one. (End of this chapter)