Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

But Yan Taiyuan sneered and said, "You are a barbarian from the wilderness. You are not bad in strength, but your mind is too immature. You even want to save these people's lives."

Tian Langya shook his head and said, "I have a kind heart and don't like killing people."

In Tian Langya's view, these cultivators in the six palaces are all descendants of the fire that his grandfather brought from the Great Zhou, which is equivalent to his own younger generations. Unless they have really committed many evil deeds, Tian Langya will basically not kill them.

Yan Taiyuan looked at Tian Langya for a while, disgust in his eyes: "Your body is flowing with filthy blood."

Tian Langya didn't bother to talk nonsense. Battle patterns appeared on his body, his aura burst out, and he transformed into a giant and punched out with a loud bang.

Facing his attack, Yan Taiyuan did not dare to be arrogant. A colorful divine light covered his body, and strange runes flowed with his every move.

The two men fought fiercely, and the noise was deafening.

The light of the battle patterns and divine texts flickered in the gray fog, sometimes colliding with a loud bang, sometimes leaping and flashing, bursting out with terrible power, shaking the earth and mountains, and even violent hurricanes appeared in the gray fog.

All the monks who came from nearby looked at this scene in shock.

The sloppy old Taoist couldn't help but wonder, "Where did these two monsters come from?"

But even though Tian Langya turned into a giant, he still couldn't do anything to Yan Taiyuan, and was even at a disadvantage.

The divine light in Yan Taiyuan's body possesses extremely special properties. It is indestructible and has amazing killing power. It covers the surface of his body like a battle suit.

He landed a palm on Tian Langya's back, causing him to retreat several steps and break half of the mountain. He was in a miserable situation and had some injuries on his body.

Yan Taiyuan stood in mid-air, looking down at the giant below, and smiled proudly.

"I am the son of the gods, you reptiles are destined to be turned into firewood!"

At this moment, a faint voice came from the gray fog: "Langya, come back."

Tian Langya shrank down upon hearing this, and respectfully came to the man, saying ashamedly, "Ancestor, I have embarrassed you."

The man smiled and said, "He has external help. It's not your problem."

"It was me who wasted a lot of time getting some things, and caused you to get hurt."

Yan Taiyuan couldn't help but narrow his eyes when he saw him.

The aura of this person was not strong, but rather gentle and peaceful, like that of an ordinary person. However, Yan Taiyuan instinctively felt a sense of warning and wanted to stay away from this person as much as possible.

Anle turned around and said with some emotion: "It seems that Chongxiao Palace... has fallen."

"However, a mere evil god dares to commit atrocities in front of me?"

Chapter 345: Junior Brother, Long Time No See

The origin of Chongxiao Palace is indeed extraordinary.

The person who founded this palace was a descendant of the Zhou emperor, that is, the orthodox prince of the Great Zhou.

Of course, Emperor Zhou did not choose him into the Spark Project out of selfishness, but because this prince was gifted and capable, and he earned this qualification on his own.

The other cultivators in the Fire Seed Project were always grateful for the kindness of Emperor Zhou, which is why they allowed their descendants and disciples to pay homage to the Chongxiao Palace and also took care of it on a daily basis, which established the status of the Chongxiao Palace.

But time is enough to change a lot of things.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, not only did the original batch of cultivators disappear from the world, but many forces have emerged one after another, and Chongxiao Palace is no longer the Chongxiao Palace of the past.

Perhaps it was the infiltration of gods, or perhaps it was the greed in people's hearts, Chongxiao Palace began to promote the practice of refining divinity.

They collected all the divinity in the world, extracted the divinity from them and used it for practice. As a result, the strength of the monks increased rapidly. But over time, under the influence of the divinity, their faith in gods also re-emerged.

That's why Anle said that Chongxiao Palace had fallen.

Anle's cold gaze fell on Yan Taiyuan, having seen through his true colors.

There are two different kinds of secret powers in Yan Taiyuan's body.

One belongs to the gods, and the other is tainted with filthy breath, which is the evil power of the gods.

However, these two conflicting forces did not erode or confront each other, but coexisted in relative harmony.

When Anle first saw this situation during the deduction, he was inevitably a little surprised. But now he had a guess in his mind: "It is impossible for ordinary divinity and divine power to blend together. But what if this divinity belongs to the god who created this divine power?"

Rather than saying that the two forces are coexisting harmoniously in Yan Taiyuan's body, it is better to say that the divine power is containing the divine evil power, which is why the body is in a relatively stable state.

This is different from the situation where Anle borrowed the divine power to absorb the divine blood. The divine power in the divine blood is ownerless and is not controlled by the will of the gods.

And now, not only Yan Taiyuan’s strength but also his thoughts have been assimilated by the gods.

An Lexin had a clear understanding: "All the evils of the gods are seeds planted by the gods and pawns in their hands to infiltrate other worlds."

However, Anle was not too worried. His divine power could be transformed into innate qi at any time, so there was no risk of being manipulated.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but in reality only a moment passed.

Hearing the name "God of Evil", Yan Taiyuan's face darkened: "Who allowed you to call me by such a lowly name?"

"I am the son of God, and my father God will eventually come here..."

Before he could finish his words, his hair suddenly stood on end, a strong sense of warning arose in his heart, and he quickly stepped back.

Yan Taiyuan's reaction was quick, but he was still a step slow, and a piercing pain came from his arm.

I saw a part of Yan Taiyuan's left hand slowly sliding down from his elbow. The broken surface was as smooth as a mirror, and some golden blood was flowing out.

Yan Taiyuan's face changed drastically. He only felt the remaining sword intent on the wound, but did not see the sword light at all. This shows how fast the sword was.

"What a fast sword!"

He quickly wiped his arm, and the clear divine power covered the wound, stopping the bleeding. The divine power could have directly regenerated the severed limb, but the sword intent kept destroying the wound, preventing it from healing.

Yan Taiyuan had never seen this level of sword intent before!

"You actually dodged my sword, your ability is not that bad."

Anle raised his hand and said calmly: "It would be a pity to kill you just like that. Why not let me collect your final value?"

Yan Taiyuan didn't understand what he meant, and asked sternly, "What are you talking about?"

At the same time, he rushed out, his white robe fluttering, and a dazzling divine light blooming from his body.

These lights formed shadows, some were giants with huge stature, some were monks with ancient aura, and some were sacred beings with wings on their backs. However, the faces of the shadows were exactly the same as Yan Taiyuan, like his incarnation, and they attacked Anle at the same time!

The phantoms have a powerful aura and their moves are terrifyingly powerful.

The monks who were watching felt that if they were involved, they would end up being torn to pieces!

But then, they widened their eyes in surprise and murmured in disbelief: "What... is that?"

In the gray fog, there seemed to be a breath of decay and death spreading, and in an instant it became extremely thick, as if the gates of hell had opened, and the underworld had escaped from it into the world.

The sound of rushing water came from far away, and the heavy smell of blood lingered around the nose, with a unique Taoist charm.

Yan Taiyuan rushed towards Anle with all his strength, but he soon discovered that the distance between him and the other party seemed to have never shortened!

At the same time, his steps began to become heavy and his mind became sleepy.

Yan Taiyuan looked down and saw that the sticky blood had already reached his knees and was still rising.

He was stunned and thought: "Whose blood is this?"

"Why are there so many?"

Yan Taiyuan looked around; the towering mountains and hazy gray fog had disappeared, leaving only an endless sea of ​​blood.

The waves surged, rolling up blood-red waves, and pale bones were vaguely floating in them.

Yan Taiyuan gritted his teeth and said, "This must be that guy's doing. It's probably an illusion."

He shouted sternly: "You are just a trick, and you still want to trap me?"

The surging divine power surged out from Yan Taiyuan's body, causing his body surface to glow with divine light. The virtual image around him expanded rapidly like a balloon, and in the blink of an eye it was over a hundred feet high. Countless runes similar to the divine symbols were imprinted on the virtual image, and the power of the gods exploded, ready to pierce through the sea of ​​blood beneath him.

But the terrifyingly powerful divine light only caused a wave of blood, and it was still a long way from piercing it.

Yan Taiyuan's face changed slightly, and he drove many phantom giants to lift him up and flew towards one direction of the sea of ​​blood.

However, this sea of ​​blood seemed to have no end. Yan Taiyuan flew for a long time and looked around, and there was still sticky blood.

Suddenly, Yan Taiyuan saw a corpse floating on the sea of ​​blood.

He looked closely and almost cried out in horror.

The body was lying face up, with a terrified expression and eyes open, as if it had seen some extremely horrifying scene.

And the face of the corpse was none other than Yan Taiyuan!

"Fake, it's all fake!"

The veins on Yan Taiyuan's forehead throbbed, and his face was ferocious: "I am the Son of God, how could I die here?"

He kicked the body away and continued walking forward.

But not long after, Yan Taiyuan encountered another corpse, which was also his own.

Yan Taiyuan's face was gloomy: "You can't fool me!"

Yan Taiyuan's magic power surged and turned into streams of light, crossing thousands of miles each time. But every time he stopped, he could see a corpse that looked like him, as if he had been circling around the same place and had never left.

An unknown amount of time had passed since he walked in this sea of ​​blood. The divine power in Yan Taiyuan's body was almost dried up. He looked withered and exhausted, like a dehydrated tree trunk. The shadows around him had long been submerged in the blood.

But this time, Yan Taiyuan did not see the corpse on the sea of ​​blood again, but saw a handsome young man walking towards him on the sea.

The young man smiled and said, "We meet again. Do you remember who you are?"

Yan Taiyuan was stunned for a moment, then said, "Of course I am..."

His mind suddenly went blank. He couldn't remember who he was or why he came here!

Yan Taiyuan shook his head, feeling a great fear in his heart: "Who am I?"

He only remembered the only obsession left in his mind and murmured, "I want to escape from here!"

The young man smiled and said, "Then why don't you try not to fly upwards?"

Yan Taiyuan suddenly realized that he had never thought of such a simple answer before!

He glanced at the young man approvingly and said, "When I escape from this place, I will spare your life."

Immediately afterwards, Yan Taiyuan looked up at the sky, but was suddenly struck by lightning and was horrified.

Above the sea of ​​blood, there were several inverted yellow springs. The water was deep, yellow with earth, and flowed endlessly.

But the strange thing is that in the breath of death and decay, there is a power that calms the mind, just like the destination of all undead.

And as the yellow springs flowed, they actually formed a human face, exactly like the young man Yan Taiyuan had just seen, except that the face was more simple and majestic.

Yan Taiyuan was terrified and fell into a sea of ​​blood, his strength draining away.

Before his consciousness faded, he thought of the floating corpse in the sea of ​​blood and finally realized: "It turns out that I was dead a long time ago."

His soul gradually rose and became part of the underworld.

In the eyes of the nearby monks, in just a moment, the body of Yan Taiyuan, who was standing in the same place, quickly dried up, then decayed, his soul dispersed, and then he was submerged in the sea of ​​blood below.

The monks were horrified and could not understand this method at all.

Not far away, a sloppy old Taoist who was also a Divine Transformation cultivator was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head: "Is this... a magical power?"

"Did he really just break through to the Divine Transformation?"

An Le remained standing in the same place, chuckling, "You have died a worthy death, as you have proved my magical power."

This magical power is exactly [Blood Sea, Netherworld and Yellow Spring Heaven], but when Anle used it this time, he used his innate Qi for the first time!

The innate Qi, all paths return to one, and can also be transformed into ten thousand paths.

Using it to perform magical powers can unleash even greater power.

This is indeed the case. The sea of ​​blood that now appears in the gray fog is still viscous, and the Yellow Spring is still turbid. However, due to the innate Qi, it does not appear evil. Instead, it reveals a meaning that is in harmony with the Tao, and is even somewhat sacred!

Anle realized: "Death is an indispensable part of the world. How can it be considered evil to guide the dead and let them rest in peace?"

"But what is beyond the underworld?"

An Le thought: "There may be unknown roads ahead of this magical power that have not yet been opened up."

It must be said that Yan Taiyuan's death was indeed worthy of its time. Not only were the divine power and strength in his body absorbed by the sea of ​​blood that was wrapped in the innate Qi, but it also gave Anle a completely new understanding.

Tian Langya, who was beside Anle, could not help but admire: "The methods of Grandmaster Wuxu are indeed unpredictable. I don't understand them at all."

But Danqing rested his chin, thoughtful, as if he understood something.

In order to ensure the safety of Su Dai and Zuo Yu, Anle sent them into the immortal tomb inside Danqing's body in advance to avoid being affected by what happened next.