Embers of Sword

Chapter 467 Holy Body
If Wu Zexian is like the scorching sun.

Then the flower of flesh and blood that blossomed from the white ghost's chest was like a demonic moon, and the dark shadow where he stood was illuminated by the pale moonlight...

"Fountain of Immortality?"

Taoist Mo and Zen Master Huanxi looked shocked.

They just thought it was the "breath of life" emitted by the spiritual treasure...

It is normal to have a few hidden cards in hand after reaching this level of practice.

But the news that Bai Gui owns the [Fountain of Immortality] is a bit shocking!

"There's no need to be so shocked."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Bai Gui's face, and he said calmly: "This is not the real [Immortal Fountain], it is just a wisp of water vapor... Although it can't 'resurrect the dead' as rumored... but it is enough to reverse this battle."

"Where did you get this?"

There was a strong murderous intent in Wu Zexian's eyes.

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

In an instant, the earth shattered, and the dazzling golden light instantly moved forward a hundred feet.

"Do it!"

The white ghost shouted and took the first step.

The boy in white robes did not retreat but advanced, flew up, and took the initiative to meet the majestic and powerful golden light. He raised his hands, and a towering earth dragon broke out from under him, and its huge head just caught its master. Countless rocks broke and fell, surging like a tsunami. The boy in white robes laughed wildly against the strong wind, raised his hands and quickly formed seals, and the Soul Devouring Banner suddenly spread out. The clear sky pierced by the golden light was shrouded in darkness again, and the area of ​​a hundred feet was covered in blood, and countless ghosts danced with the stone mountain tsunami.

hum!hum!hum!
The roaring sound of mountains and seas echoed in the sky.

The secret techniques, seals, and treasure seals of Yinshan were thrown out by Bai Gui without regard for his life.

At the same time, Taoist Mo and Zen Master Huanxi also set off. They had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight!

Mo Daoist sat cross-legged, his entire body merging into the void and transforming into a ball of black shadow.

Behind him, the door to the cave opened wide, and the puppets that had been refined and accumulated over long years flew out like bees and insects!

The Happy Zen Master stood firm on his feet, swayed his body slightly, and the compassionate Buddha face opened his mouth to chant. The six suspended rattles, along with the golden Sanskrit characters, turned into a ripple covering the sky, and covered Wu Zexian like a big net.

The three "pseudo Yang Gods" attacked at the same time.

Wu Zexian's speed showed no sign of slowing down, but instead became faster and faster.

One person, facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Wu Zexian had no expression on his face and suddenly stopped. His hovering posture was exactly the most basic horse stance for ordinary boxing. The first one to rush over was the white ghost riding on the earth dragon. The ferocious and hideous earth dragon half-submerged in the ground, opened its bloody mouth, and wanted to swallow Wu Zexian into its stomach again. At this moment, Wu Zexian, who suddenly stopped sideways, had no intention of crashing into it, but instead punched at an extremely fast speed -

boom!
This punch shattered the void!
Countless pieces of earth and rocks were shattered by the golden light and turned into nothingness!
The hundred-foot-long body of the earth dragon was pierced through by the fist wind in an instant, and then exploded and shattered!

The white ghost jumped high, narrowly dodged the fist wind, twisted his body and hovered just above Wu Zexian. He raised his palm and grabbed it suddenly, pulling out a slender, straight and sharp flagpole from the void. It was the Yinshan sacred object "Soul-Devouring Banner" that raised thousands of ghosts!
At this moment, the "Soul-Devouring Banner" was more like a long sword. The white ghost turned around and handed the sword at an extremely fast speed, as if cutting through flowing water!

The blood-red knife light spread for several miles, and within the range covered by the knife light, the entire land was cut in half!
The knife did not miss!

However, the sword that was powerful enough to pierce the earth, when it struck Wu Zexian's raised forearm, only a teeth-grinding sound of metal was heard!
珰!
The white ghost spun its body in an instant, chopping out nearly a hundred wisps of sharp gusts of wind!

next moment.

The rolling gale was broken by a simple punch. The black-shirted man standing in the center of the broken ground raised his head, locked his eyes with the white ghost, and almost teleported to the white-robed boy. He clenched his hands on the boy's thin shoulders, and then hit him directly on the head with a knee strike, interrupting the white ghost's "continuous slash" with an extremely tough posture.

"Whoa!"

Blood spurted out of the white ghost's mouth and nose, and the whites of his eyes rolled up. Just one blow almost made him lose consciousness.

But the rich "breath of life" overflowed again, and the remaining "vapor from the immortal fountain" saved his life.

If it weren't for this legendary artifact, the battle would have ended by now.

Just as Wu Zexian was about to raise his knees again, an uneasy feeling welled up in his heart.

Wu Zexian turned his head slightly.

In the void, he saw a pitch-black shadow flashing back and forth at an extremely fast speed, approaching him rapidly.

That was the "top-level celestial puppet" refined by Taoist Mo.

This Heavenly Puppet had tried its best to hide its aura, but was still detected by Wu Zexian. After being exposed, the Heavenly Puppet sped up, turned into a long black rainbow, and directly crashed into Wu Zexian hanging in the air. It gave up all the fancy moves, and just sank down to hug him, and ignited the soul fire between its eyebrows. Obviously, Mo Daoren knew that all "close combat styles" were useless in front of Wu Zexian, so his intention of this attack was clear, letting the most precious "Heavenly Puppet" hug Wu Zexian and launch the most powerful "self-destruction"!
"boom!"

The moment his divine consciousness locked onto the Heavenly Puppet, Wu Zexian delivered his second punch.

No one saw how the punch was thrown.

The head of the pitch-black sky puppet suddenly exploded, and blood mist gushed out!
However, the killing did not end there... The "puppet" made by ordinary mechanical techniques has a "core" driven by Yuanli. This core is usually located in the head where the sea of ​​divine sea is located. However, the "sky puppet" made by Mo Dao Ren is just the opposite. The cultivators of the three major sects in southern Xinjiang do not need Yuanli to practice themselves. The "core" of this sky puppet is located in the dantian abdomen.

So, after its head exploded, the speed of this celestial puppet did not slow down at all. It still executed the master's "divine mind commands", forcing its way closer and then diving down to embrace the master.

"..."

Wu Zexian frowned.

He felt his waist tighten. The physical strength of this celestial puppet was actually stronger than he had imagined.

At the same time, the soul attack of Master Huanxi came "late", and the golden Sanskrit spread in the void. The hood fell down, originally like a big net, but at the moment of attack, it changed its form and turned into a sharp sword, piercing into the center of Wu Zexian's eyebrows.

It is a common consensus among cultivators who cultivate their physical body that their souls are fragile.

The "compassionate Buddha face" of Master Huanxi turned into rage at this moment.

The Buddhist chanting of the Transmigration became a deep roar! Wu Zexian's expression was enveloped by the golden Buddhist chanting, and the speed of raising his hand also slowed down.

The battle between top-level warriors often ends in just a moment.

Taoist Mo looked pale, staring at the explosion site. He formed seals with his hands and urged the Sky Puppet to detonate!

Wu Zexian didn't have time to escape!

I saw a line of dark flame ignited from the core of the Sky Puppet and spread out——

A beam of light piercing the zenith rose and spread.

Thick smoke spread.

"Whoa!"

The white ghost in the center of the battlefield was blown away by the aftermath of the explosion for several miles and fell heavily to the ground. His entire body was no longer in human form, not to mention his cheek that was smashed by Wu Zexian's knee. His originally intact thin body had endured the direct impact of the self-explosion of the Heavenly Puppet, and his flesh and blood had been worn away by 70%, and was still in a state of erosion... However, the "Immortal Spring Vapor" was still in effect, and these skins were wriggling rapidly, slowly piecing him back to his original complete shape.

"Is Wu Zexian...dead?"

From beginning to end, Mo Daoren's gaze did not dare to leave the center of the battlefield.

That Heavenly Puppet is the most important treasure under his command, and can also be said to be his fighting force.

Back then, he accidentally dug up a "remaining body of the Yang God" in that ancient secret realm. It had been dead for many years and its aura was decaying. It would be useless to anyone else, but for him, it was a great fortune. Mo Daoren was not greedy. After obtaining the remnant body of the Yang God, he quickly left the secret realm.

After returning to the sect, he used all means and took great pains to refine it into a "corpse puppet".

This "corpse puppet" was actually a powerful Yang God when he was alive.

Even if he has been dead for many years, his breath is weak.

However, when used for "self-destruction", the power of the attack just now should be no less than Yang Shen's full-strength attack.

This is Master Mo's trump card.

"He... was hit by my 'Soul Confusion Technique'..."

Zen Master Huanxi spoke in a deep voice, and his angry face became compassionate again.

She didn't know whether Wu Zexian would die.

But she knew that at the last moment, her spiritual attack worked.

That guy couldn't escape the self-destruction of "Tiankui".

"Is the White Ghost still alive?"

Taoist Mo subconsciously looked not far away.

"Ho...ho..."

Although there is still a breath left.

But the white ghost could no longer speak at this moment, and his body was being repaired with difficulty.

He was injured like this just from the aftermath.

Even if Wu Zexian didn't die, he must have been seriously injured, right?

With this thought in mind, Mo Daoren looked back at the area at the center of the explosion. Because the power of the Tiangui's self-detonation was too great, that piece of void was flattened. His divine sense swept back and forth, unable to fall into the chaotic void. Now he could not do anything else, and could only pray that after the smoke and dust dissipated, he would be able to see the seriously injured and dying Wu Zexian.

"Do not……"

The spiritual practice of Master Huanxi Zen is the highest among the three.

After the smoke and dust cleared a little.

The chaotic void became a little more stable.

She was the first to see the scene of the empty space. The compassionate Buddha's eyes turned into fear and the voice became sharp.

A faint golden light illuminates the darkness.

The smoke and dust were blown away by the golden light.

A tall and majestic figure was revealed.

Wu Zexian's clothes were completely destroyed in the explosion, revealing his dragon-like muscles. When a body cultivator reaches the cave heaven realm, it is called "casting a golden body", and when he reaches the Yin spirit realm, it is called "molding a divine fetus".

To reach the state of Yang Shen is to achieve the "holy body".

The dazzling golden light spread in the wind.

Wu Zexian, who was originally standing on the ground, lowered his head. The power of the self-explosion just now was indeed great. A huge pit was blown up where he was standing. He was suspended in the strong wind. Countless black ashes were swept by the wind and hit this holy body, splashing crisp explosions, as fragile as waves.

Taoist Mo and Zen Master Huanxi both looked somewhat desperate.

Is this the "holy body" of a warrior in the Yangshen realm?

They attacked with all their might.

Don't say it's a serious injury...

Even breaking the body is impossible.

(End of this chapter)