Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 492: Lifeless Palm

A person like Xuan Qing would die freely even if he died.

For example, he used the last bit of Hongmeng purple energy to maintain his life and add bricks and tiles to the sect master's Wuliang Demon Emperor Palace.

Then he fell without leaving any trace, which is also a beautiful story.

But now the situation seems to have changed. He is somewhat afraid that after he dies, the sect leader will erect a large monument and write a few large characters in a flamboyant style on it.

Dragon-slaying Taoist.

In the following years, countless disciples would ask curious questions when passing by this monument, and then pass on the story of the Dragon Slayer Taoist by word of mouth...

When he thought of this, Xuanqing's whole body tensed up and he instinctively picked up his toes.

Outside the Patriarch Hall.

Shen Yi glanced at his back indifferently, shook his head, and walked slowly into the distance.

It's enough to be ashamed, which means you still care about something, and you can continue to endure and live.

However, Xuan Qing's behavior did surprise Shen Yi.

Logically speaking, breaking through the ninth level of Return to Void and reaching the entire Heavenly Palace in such a short period of time should be considered a very good performance.

However, Senior Xuanqing not only did not feel any hope of revenge, but instead planned to end his life directly.

This also proves that even with my current performance, I am still not qualified to listen to the other party's story.

"Tsk."

Shen Yi flew towards the Dharma Repository.

He didn't quite understand. No matter how famous Xuan Qing was, he was only a Taoist disciple after all. With Bai Yujing's cultivation level, what kind of existence could he offend?

Even if it is the four dragon palaces in Hongze, you wouldn't dare to even mention it, right?

Anyway, never mind who Senior Hyun Kyung messed with.

He now truly had a mortal feud with Nanlong Palace.

Shen Yi is no longer the little cultivator who had just left Nanyang and knew nothing.

Su Hongxiu dared to step into the palace of the Flesh-Winged Silkworm so brazenly, and until the very end, Ke Laoqi's father did not show up. It must have been the Tianjian Sect that took action.

They most likely went to find the prince of the Southern Dragon Palace.

But the matter was limited to Long Sun's mother's clan and did not involve too many other things, which meant that the Dragon Palace Prince should still be alive.

It is not clear whether this old dragon knows that it was him who did it.

Such a powerful demon should have the means to obtain information... If it really knew, it would be troublesome.

Shen Yi closed his eyes.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, on Wu Jun's stone-stabilizing foot, there was another blood talisman.

He sighed softly: "..."

It's not that I'm afraid of anything. I should have gotten used to this kind of thing. Too many debts won't worry me, and too many mosquitoes won't itch me.

What gives Shen Yi a headache is that as the Dragon Palace becomes more vigilant and has a deeper understanding of him, the risks will increase dramatically if he takes action again in the future.

crunch.

Shen Yi stepped into the Dharma Storage Pavilion, came to the top floor, and slowly pushed open the wooden door.

Return to the place surrounded by white fog.

"Xuan Qing is here. What method do you want to learn today?"

The same gentle voice, the old man with white hair and beard was sitting cross-legged.

Shen Yi waved his hand as a greeting.

Then he sacrificed Ke Shisan's stone and took out Ke Laoqi's body from the ring.

He discovered something when he broke through earlier.

That is, these two dragon descendants can actually not be counted as the same guardian stone.

One is a purple-beaded yellow dragon and the other is a flesh-winged yellow dragon.

Of course, there is nothing strange about this. After all, the maternal clan is different, and the bloodline has indeed changed.

What really surprised Shen Yi was that, although they were not completely from the same clan, Ke Shisan's stone could actually absorb the flesh and blood of his seventh brother.

"My lord..."

Ke Shisan suppressed his excitement. Is it finally his turn?
Shen Yi retracted his gaze. To be honest, based on Ke Laoqi's performance, he really didn't want to condense a suppressing stone for the other party alone to reshape his demon soul. He had no strength and no understanding, and most importantly, he was still quite old. It would be a pure waste of the demon's lifespan.

His mind was slightly moved.

The corpse of Ke Laoqi, whose chest collapsed, turned into a sea of ​​blood and poured into Ke Shisan's body. Unlike before, after about 60% of the flesh and blood flowed into the stone, the remaining blood plasma was suspended in the air.

Shen Yi was slightly startled, then he summoned the Flesh-winged Silkworm Stone-Suppressing Stone and poured the other 40% into its body.

It's really not a waste at all.

Wait until the two guardian stones divided up all of Ke Laoqi's possessions.

Shen Yi looked at Ke Shisan's gradually increasing aura. Since he was able to grow, he could consider feeding him some demon essence.

The more powerful the demon soul is, the longer it can persist during the deduction.

[Remaining demon lifespan: 2,233,000 years]

"..."

Before Ke Shisan had time to recover from the huge improvement in his realm, with a strong look of joy still on his face, he was forcefully fed with the demon essence.

It opened its eyes wide, as if it had guessed something: "My Lord... I..."

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

It’s bad, I’m going to jail!
To put it bluntly, the origin of demons and monsters is nothing more than ten thousand years of spiritual experience. The qualifications and understanding of the demons themselves also affect the specific effect of these ten thousand years.

Only nineteen demon origins were taken.

In the panel, the suffix behind Ke Shisan's name was upgraded all the way to the spiritual level.

It will be enough even if I break through to Baiyu Kyoto in the future.

Shen Yi glanced at it sideways, and then put it back into the panel. Then, the vast lifespan of the demon was poured into Tianyan Sijiu neatly.

[In the first year, you and Ke Xuanjian began to try to deduce this spiritual method again. The two of you had almost perfected your understanding of Tianyan 49, but you had no idea how to reach the true end point.]

Surrounded by white fog.

Shen Yi's figure seemed to have turned into a seated statue, and his clear eyes were gradually filled with darkness like the night.

I want to push a spiritual technique to perfection.

It's not just about hard work, it depends more on a flash of inspiration from God.

This is what is called enlightenment.

But Shen Yi didn't care. If there was no sudden inspiration, then he would just wait slowly and wait hard!

The passage of the demon's lifespan became more and more exaggerated, from a few decades in the beginning to tens of thousands of years.

Shen Yi clearly only sat there for a while.

But his expression was so haggard and tired, as if he had been sitting here for hundreds of thousands of years, and even the vitality in his body was becoming increasingly weak.

Only those eyes gradually became clear.

It was as if there were stars twinkling in the pupils, just like in the pitch-black night.

[In the 320,000th year, under your diligent supervision, Ke Xuanjian seemed to have gone mad, frantically devouring the hard-earned insights, sharing every bit of insight with you, and turning into morning stars in the sky]

[In the 390,000th year, the two of you sat there in a daze, and suddenly burst into laughter. You finally filled up this piece of sky. There are fifty avenues, and forty-nine heavenly evolutions. You used the stars in the sky to cover up the one that escaped. The forty-nine heavenly evolutions were finally complete, but it was not enough. You looked at each other, and the same exaggerated idea emerged in your minds.]

[Return to the Void (Spirit). Tianyan 49: Perfection]

[In the 570,000th year, Ke Xuanjian leaped forward, facing the terrifying sky. Holding a dragon spear in hand, he pushed aside the stars one by one, and finally found the one that had escaped. He struggled to rush towards the only hope of survival. In an instant, the purple stars dissipated, leaving only the slightly swaying black shirt. You glanced back slightly, and covered it with your palm. In the white palm, there was another sky.]

【Return to the Void (Spirit). Palm of No Life】

The moment the panel deduction stopped, a gleam of light suddenly appeared in Shen Yi's eyes.

His stiff body trembled slightly, and then he raised his hand.

The blood symbol was still lying in the palm of his hand, with clear patterns on it, and it seemed that there was no change from before.

But only Shen Yi, who has accompanied Ke Shisan for so many years, knows what this palm means.

Senior Xuanqing said it well.

Tian Yan Si Jiu is indeed a very stupid martial art. Even if it reaches perfection, it can only provide more variations to confuse the opponent.

But the two of them had a flash of inspiration.

Suddenly I understood something.

Since no matter what, there is no way to eliminate the one that escaped.

Instead of constantly adding changes to hide it, why not just replace it with yourself.

The palm of no life.

Acting on behalf of Heaven, carrying out the ways of killing and punishment.

(End of this chapter)