We agreed to go to Taishan Sect and you will pull the coffin for me.

Chapter 57 Battle with Jinpeng

Lu Heng stood in the sky, surrounded by two strange visions, with a picture of purple air coming from the east above his head and a picture of Tai Chi dragon and tiger on his back. He truly had an invincible aura.

He was surprised. This broke the convention that had been in place for thousands of years. Those without a physical constitution, or even those who were not holy bodies, could at most cultivate one kind of vision. Right now, he had two, one called [Purple Air Coming from the East], the other one called [Tai Chi Dragon and Tiger], the latter could also be the Yin-Yang Life and Death Diagram, and so on.

The powerful demon clan members below were also stunned.

Everyone, including Yan Ruyu, was stunned and said to herself, "Two different phenomena, how is that possible?!"

The Golden Winged Little Peng King frowned and said, "Could it be that he has some special physique? But there is no record of it in ancient books. Could it be that it is a new physique that was born after the ancient times?!"

The course of nature is constant, the sun and the moon are renewed, and everything in the world is changing. The ancient holy physique is not suitable for cultivating immortals, and the heaven and earth can also give birth to new physiques.

Everyone was making inferences and felt that this view was very likely.

For a moment, everyone looked at Lu Heng completely differently. Not to mention his performance in overcoming the Four Extremes Tribulation, the secret of his physique alone was incredible.

It can be said that every step forward Lu Heng takes represents the upper limit of his new physique. Even if he does not become an emperor, he is destined to be recorded in history.

“Perhaps the other party has a great secret that can produce two kinds of visions.”

Some people also whispered, with strange looks in their eyes, and wanted to try to snatch it.

In mid-air, Lu Heng remained unmoved, secretly deducing that an astonishing possibility emerged: the Heaven-Covering Method could indeed only produce one kind of strange phenomenon.

But the Small Yin-Yang True Method was not within the rules. When he had just passed the thunder tribulation, he attained enlightenment and tempered his life-saving magic weapon, the Yin-Yang Furnace. It inadvertently showed signs of transforming into the Heaven-Covering Method, which manifested as the second strange phenomenon.

In addition, he discovered that there were also unusual movements in the Taoist Palace secret realm, which seemed to be affected by the two divine beads of the innate secret treasure, which were also items from another world. Unfortunately, this secret realm was flawed and ultimately did not evolve into the third anomaly.

"No matter what, if we have one more anomaly, our combat power will be greatly improved."

Lu Heng sensed the vast divine power dormant in his body. He was unsure of his own combat capability. He definitely had the four prohibitions, but five or six prohibitions? !
At this moment, the Golden Winged Little Peng King could no longer endure it, soared into the sky, stood in the sky, and shouted to him face to face: "You provoked me before, and today you have broken through the four extremes. It's just right for us to fight at the same level."

Hearing this, the corner of Lu Heng's mouth twitched. He was really like a man from the sky, starting a fight as soon as they disagreed.

Of course, he was also eager to fight. Apart from the enlightenment tea trees, the other resources in the Four Poles Secret Realm were of little use. Only by continuous battles could he improve his cultivation. In other words, the geniuses were keen on bloody battles in order to facilitate their enlightenment.

The two were facing each other. Lu Heng was surrounded by purple clouds and was accompanied by a dragon and a tiger. He looked as majestic as an immortal king. However, the Golden-winged Little Peng King was not weaker at all. He had a burly figure, exuded a golden luster, and was full of murderousness and wildness.

One hundred and eight thousand swords!
The other party was covered in blazing golden light, emitting a dazzling glow. He immediately performed this supreme sacred technique, which was an innate instinctive talent of the Tianpeng clan.

Endless sword lights shot up into the sky, like a volcanic eruption, causing the mountains to shake, the trees to tremble, the dead leaves to wither, and the sky to be filled with a dense forest of swords. Each of the divine swords was extremely sharp, dozens of feet long, blazing and full of murderous intent.

Compared to when the Golden Winged Peng King was in the third level of the Dao Palace, now with the cultivation level of the second level of the Four Extremes, not only has the size of the Golden Feather Sword expanded tenfold, but the number has also far exceeded a thousand, truly reaching one hundred and eighty thousand swords.

Whoosh whoosh!
Countless golden swords chopped down together, and the pillars of heaven and earth seemed to collapse. The golden storm swept away all obstacles, shattering the void and destroying everything with one stroke.

Lu Heng still sat motionless, and above his head a picture of purple air coming from the east expanded infinitely. The purple air was thirty thousand miles vast and boundless, with a torrential purple light waterfall falling down. Every wisp of innate purple air was incomparably condensed, like a supreme divine light. Every wisp of innate purple air was intertwined with the principles of Tao, and nothing could stop it from slaying immortals and destroying gods.

Rumble!
In the sky, two vast oceans collided with each other, and a devastating storm swept across the surroundings. Countless mountains collapsed and were crushed into powder. The void in the sky shattered, revealing a deep black hole.

The vast ocean of purple clouds and the sea of ​​golden swords competed with each other. Every wisp of innate purple energy and every golden sword canceled each other out. The clanging sound of iron-cutting was continuous. A random dissipation of the aftermath could open up deep gullies on the earth.

In the end, the two attacking sacred arts disappeared, and the fight was evenly matched.

Lu Heng looked calm. The difference between forbidden divine arts and sacred offensive arts became more and more obvious in the later realms. At the current low level, it all depended on each other's comprehension of the Tao. Moreover, it was already good enough that he could cross one level of heaven and strike the Golden-winged Little Peng King.

Judging from the situation, the opponent's cultivation is not enough, and he is unable to further interpret the changes of the one hundred and eight thousand swords and transform into one hundred and eight thousand sky rocs. That is the fighting method during the dragon transformation period.

But in the eyes of the Golden-Winged Peng King, it was unbearable. He tried his best, but Lu Heng didn't move at all, looking very relaxed.

"Come again!"

He roared, and performed another flawless sacred technique, the Tianpeng-Bolong Technique. The void behind him shook, and the innate vision appeared. A real dragon and a Tianpeng intertwined, circling and rising, and rushed out separately, attacking Lu Heng, emitting supreme pressure, shaking people's souls. At this moment, Lu Heng was calm, and with a thought, he exerted the power of the majestic avenue, opening up a flawless fairyland under his feet, with black and white colors intertwined, like a beautiful ink painting, a pure yang real dragon soaring into the sky, and a very yin white tiger attacking.

The sky and the battlefield turned into a fight between the four great holy spirits, real dragon against real dragon, white tiger against sky roc. During the fight, there were waves of terror, and even the void collapsed.

The four great creatures seemed to be more than just visions, but living creatures. There was blood spilling all over the sky. The precious blood was so divinity-filled that it collapsed the mountains and flowed like a waterfall, forming a sea of ​​blood.

As the Golden-Winged Roc smashed the forehead of the Zhiyin White Tiger with one claw, the White Tiger's pitch-black claws tore open the body of the Roc. The two real dragons strangled each other and broke into two. The four holy spirits suffered irreparable and fatal damage. The phantoms just now gradually faded and disappeared.

The two faced off, and once again, the two were evenly matched.

The golden-winged Little Peng King roared, and the Tianpeng and Bolong diagram reappeared behind him. The real dragon Tianpeng fell down, with a pair of sturdy arms made of divine iron entwined around him. His figure shone with golden light, and he rushed over at the top speed of Tianpeng.

Lu Heng set out for the first time, silently practicing the Small Yin-Yang Method and forming the Yin-Yang Seals with his hands. A true dragon and white tiger appeared, and the dragon's body was as majestic as the Great Wall of Steel, with boundless power; the tiger's body was as heavy as an ancient sacred mountain, crushing the void.

Boom! Both of them were shining brightly, their blood and energy were like the ocean. They collided head-on for the first time, throwing dozens of punches, moving quickly while hitting, and instantly hitting from the sky to the ground, causing the surrounding sky and earth to crack, majestic mountains to collapse, and the oasis to shake, unable to withstand this amazing force.

The spectators on all sides were terrified, afraid of being affected, and retreated again and again.

Tu Fei and other bandit disciples exclaimed: "It turns out that Brother Lu is the real king, he is unfathomable."

In this battle, Lu Heng's blood boiled, his black hair fluttered wildly, almost like a crazy person, the potential of his immortal body continued to sublimate, revealing his profound background.

After hundreds of moves, he pinched the Yang Seal with his hand, and his right arm was shining brightly, with Taoist patterns intertwined, representing the four extremes as one. He punched out, and a real dragon danced, beating the Golden Winged Little Peng King so hard that he coughed up blood repeatedly. A wound appeared on the opponent's palm, and drops of bright blood overflowed.

However, Lu Heng's fists were crystal clear and intact. He used the Tianxuan footwork, and moved forward, pressing forward step by step.

"How can it be!"

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King had disheveled black hair and his eyes were filled with murderous intent and disbelief. It was okay that he lost the duel against the holy body of a lower level, but he could comfort himself that his ancient holy body would never be able to become one of the four poles and posed no threat.

Now, in a clash with opponents of the same level, his physique, which he used to be proud of, has been defeated, and his confidence has suffered a great blow.

"nothing is impossible."

Lu Heng shouted, are you kidding? Do you really think that all this Saint Fruit Emperor Blood is eaten for nothing? Indeed, a mortal body is far inferior to a legendary creature like the Golden Winged Dapeng, but it is also crucial to supplement the acquired opportunities.

"I won't lose."

The golden-winged Peng King roared, took out a heavy black halberd, swung the giant halberd, and chopped it down with force as if the sky was falling.

Faced with a powerful weapon, Lu Heng did not use the small Yin-Yang Mirror, because the opponent's was sealed, and only its unparalleled weight remained.

He took out the Four Extremes magical weapon he had just forged, the Tai Chi Yin Yang Furnace. The black and white furnace expanded in the wind, like a sacred mountain floating above his head, dropping strands of Yin and Yang energy to resist the terrifying attack of the Great Wilderness Halberd.

Bang!

The black and white Bagua furnace was shaking, but there was no damage at all.

"it's over!"

Lu Heng performed the Arhat Fist, and the innate purple energy and the yin and yang energy disappeared. In their place were resounding Sanskrit sounds and a boundless Buddha light. A Vajra Arhat image appeared behind him, and a huge golden hand fell down, as if caressing the Golden Winged Peng King.

Ah! The Golden-winged Little Peng King's heart was throbbing, and he shouted loudly, and inexplicably changed back to his original form, a divine bird made of gold, and wanted to throw himself under the Vajra Arhat.

There is a saying about Buddhism and Garuda.

Even Lu Heng was surprised. This perfect sacred technique was not simple. When combined with the Bodhisattva Seal, its power would rival that of a quasi-emperor technique. It was also an alien technique produced from the sacred fruit of Lingshan, so it was normal for it to have such miraculous effects.

(End of this chapter)