MTL - Devil Seeds-Chapter 749 Man is determined to conquer nature is to be a fairy

  Chapter 749 Man is determined to conquer heaven is immortal

   At this time, many monks who watched the battle were already desperate for Ling Yuluo.

  If they changed places, they only felt that the battle in front of them was impossible.

  The foreign gods were unscathed, but seemed to be irritated. While roaring, they transformed with divine power, forming golden thorns that enveloped everything.

  The thorns spread, blocking all Ling Yuluo's retreat space, and then surrounded by layers, suddenly tightened.

   In the dazzling golden thorn bushes, dripping blood seeped out and gradually spread to the surrounding ground.

  The originally noisy crowd of spectators fell silent at this time.

  They were not worried about Ling Yuluo, but were sad about their own destiny.

  No matter how vast the world is, there will always be only a handful of people standing at the top of the pyramid.

  They came to this world not to be porters, but with their ambitions and aspirations.

  At this moment... With Ling Yuluo's blood spilled on the battlefield, the ambitions and aspirations of these monks seemed to have suffered a serious setback.

  But at this time, someone heard the fierce sword cry.

  The surrounding time and space have formed a false solidification.

  In fact, this kind of solidification does not mean that time has really stopped running.

   Instead, there is a person's concept of time, which is accelerating suddenly.

  It was in stark contrast to other 'slow' people around.

   "Sword... twenty-three?" Among the spectators, someone slowly said the term.

  Sword Twenty-Three... Xiao Wuzun set the sword beyond time. From a practical point of view, such a sword must be at least a golden fairy before it can be truly completed.

  But the warrior who restored the sword at the beginning found a shortcut.

  If you can’t make everyone pause, then try to make yourself faster, as if surpassing light and time. In this extremely fast, the time of others seems to be frozen.

  Using such a sword requires a very strong primordial spirit. If there is no strong primordial spirit, the rapidity after the race against time will quickly backfire, causing the sword wielder to intensify his aging until he dies of exhaustion.

  The violent sword light erupted, and the golden thorns were chopped into pieces.

  The blood-stained white clothes fluttered in the strong wind.

  The shining sword energy seemed to emerge from Ling Yuluo's body, and then turned into a sword energy mad dragon, hovering outside the body.

  Ling Yuluo seemed to be completely enveloped by the sword energy at this time. The man and the sword, and the extremely fast, but extremely quiet space, formed a false mirror image.

  Time, at this moment, seemed to be really frozen by him.

  While wisps of white smoke fluttered behind him, it seemed to put a cloak of nothingness on him.

   This is the loss of the soul, the cessation of life.

   What Ling Yuluo erupted at this time was not only the accumulation of the world of high martial arts over thousands of years, but also his own primordial spirit.

  A sword like this is a true life-sacrificing sword.

   "Is it worth it for him to do this?" Some people in the crowd asked themselves in their hearts.

"No! He's not worth it! To hurt your mind, or even destroy your soul for a moment, is to step into an evil way, and it is absolutely not advisable." Someone immediately made a decision, and looked at Ling Yuluo, full of sarcasm again .

  They saw Ling Yuluo's explosion and saw his sword. Their thinking seemed to keep up with that speed, but their bodies couldn't follow the reaction at all.

  In just a moment, the sword light soared into the sky, turned into a mad dragon, and rushed towards the gods of other races.

  When the sword stabbed out, Ling Yuluo seemed to end everything.

  But in the minds of all the spectators, whether such a sword can really be effective is a big question mark.

  Before this, Ling Yuluo had already failed a sword.

  Of course, if the alien **** changes his body shape and leaves his shell, it may be useful to stab him with a sword.

  Suddenly, the fiery trees and silver flowers lit up the bright day that should have been quite bright.

  While everyone was still amazed by the amazingness of that sword, the two sides who fought had already lost their attachment to it.

  The alien gods instinctively released all their divine splendor.

  The dazzling divine brilliance, combined with the divine power he possessed, formed an absolute golden field.

  In this field, all impurities will be excluded.

   Even if the real time wants to invade, it is not a momentary effort, it needs to be honed over time.

  The so-called sword that spans time seems to have to be blocked, and can only move forward inch by inch, slowly gouging.

  Fate is always unpredictable, and their current position coincides with Eastern Qi and Western Qin.

  This foreign deity is the King of Gold, the guardian of the Golden City, the mountain **** who never falls, and the golden setting sun in the afterglow of the setting sun.

  When he starts to shine, according to the rules, everything will be dominated by him.

  When he begins to shine, his will will be absolutely executed.

  When he begins to shine and sprinkle golden grace, where the grace has passed, those who disobey him must also worship him and submit to him.

  Ke Xiaoliang endowed the gods of this era with too many powerful rights.

   Even compared to the myths in reality, the gods in this dream world of Turin have the kind of demeanor that seems to be able to act recklessly.

  Ling Yuluo stepped on the burning breath of soul and primordial spirit released from the inside out.

  Martial Dao Dharma was fully opened again, this time behind him, first a green lotus was condensed, and then a sword fairy jumped out of the green lotus.

  The phantom of the sword fairy in white stands proudly behind him in the sky, unable to see his face clearly, but seems to be singing and walking with sword.

   "Kill a person in ten steps, and never stop a thousand miles away."

   "Everyone calls him Baishou, and he used to be known as Taibai."

  Under the blessing of the Sword Immortal Martial Dao Dharma, Ling Yuluo's sword light actually converged into an endless river of sword energy.

  The long river meanders, drifts down, and flows thousands of miles, connecting heaven and earth.

  The long river in the eyes is vast and boundless.

  The long river in consciousness is like time, almost like Tao.

  "The water of the great river is sometimes poor, but this sword will never return."

  Ling Yuluo's hair was originally full of black, but it turned white in an instant.

  The face that had not changed for thousands of years was actually full of wrinkles at this time.

   What only he can know at this moment is that his body in reality is dissipating.

  All the energy turned into a warm current and injected into his only body at this time.

   There are some more profound eyes, across the world, seeing Ling Yuluo's transformation at this time, I am very surprised.

  They pinched their fingers and calculated, trying to see if there was some kind of secret behind Ling Yuluo.

   The answer he got was already vague, and he could only know that this Ling Yuluo had indeed lived in the Xuanqing world for hundreds of years and accumulated thousands of years in the Gaowu world.

  At this time, Jian Guang entered the golden field three feet away, but was still five meters away from the alien god.

  The sword is the best in the world.

  But the gap with God seems impossible to close.

  Man and God, commonplace and myth, are like a moat.

   "You can't hear the sound of the sky in the sky, but if you go to the Lingtai, you will be a fairy."

  Ling Yuluo's sword light went two feet further.

  The alien gods roared angrily.

  He shouted the foreign language, making Ling Yuluo kneel down, untie the sword and suffer death.

  This is an order from God, blessed by the power of heaven and earth, it cannot be resisted or ignored.

  Ling Yuluo's knees were weak, and he was about to fall to his knees.

   But he cast the Zombie Curse on himself.

  As soon as the incantation stopped, the muscles and bones of his whole body became stiff, and horrible corpse spots were crawling all over his body.

  No one knows why Ling Yuluo did this.

   This is already very unreasonable.

  For most monks, the purpose of coming to this world is to find a way out. Even if there is no way out, it would be great to get more plot points and then go to God’s Domain to exchange for the required materials.

  However, Ling Yuluo violated this purpose.

  He is burning and sacrificing himself for the victory of a battle.

  This kind of will to abandon oneself, just to fight a hearty battle, although shocking, it is inevitably puzzling.

   "Crazy! Really crazy!"

"This Ling Yuluo... I also know him. He has never been such an impulsive person. Could it be that there is some magic power in this world that makes people look like this?" The monk who knew Ling Yuluo, looked Seeing Ling Yuluo singing generously and fighting with swords at this time, I was a little excited, but more worried.

   Such a situation, if you see others performing it in front of your eyes, you will certainly have an inexplicable sense of comfort.

   "If you don't forget your youthful ambitions when you grow old, you should not regret it for a thousand years."

   Burning again, Ling Yuluo's figure, holding the sword in his hand, moved forward by another meter.

  The approach of this meter made the alien gods start to panic.

  When he propped up his golden domain and swayed the authority of God, in order to maintain the dignity of God, he had to stand still.

  There is no power in this world that is not entirely your own. When you use it, you should not pay a price.

  I think there is no, because in many cases, it is not necessary.

  At this time, Ling Yuluo's sword was only a little over a meter away from the forehead of the alien god.

   And everyone felt inexplicably at this time.

  If this sword is really stabbed, perhaps this powerful alien **** will fall under this sword.

   But... is it worth it?

   Still such a problem!

   Killed a god!

  Let him no longer stand tall and look down on mortals like them.

   has no practical meaning.

  Of course, maybe many battles were just for profit at the beginning.

   It's just that in the middle of the process, it suddenly becomes so grand and intense.

  The martial arts image of Qinglian Sword Immortal behind Ling Yuluo has finally completely dissipated.

  When the Dharma disappeared, I left a poem at the end.

   "True immortals have never been afraid of death, only the fire can plant golden lotus."

  When many people learn swords, they ask what a sword is.

  The sword is the weapon of death.

After    is the ritual vessel.

   Then there are symbols.

  At this moment, it is the death talisman of the **** in front of him.

  A sword, a mundane sword wielded by mortals, will slay a true god.

  This sword is broken, and it is also a legend.

  The body of the sword is 1.5 meters further, piercing with one sword, leaving no regrets.

  At this time, Ling Yuluo had white hair all over his head and wrinkles all over his face.

  But something seemed to be broken on his body.

  That is the imprisonment of thought, that is the restriction of life, that is a series of invisible locks to bind!

  With this sword, he not only killed a god.

  He even split the shackles. Although in Ling Yuluo's chest, there is no mythical message of eternal life, there is a spontaneously derived sword energy that should not be extinguished.

  A long time ago, perhaps hundreds of years ago, Ke Xiaoliang felt that... the road to immortality should not be like this!

   To become a fairy, first become a god!

  What kind of **** **** is this?

  So Ke Xiaoliang spent a lot of time and energy to sublimate himself.

  He made himself a part of the myth, bypassing some of its designs, and achieved the position of true immortal.

   Now, but in his own evolved world.

   He changed the rules!

  A fairy is a fairy!

  The one who conquers the sky will be immortal!

  This is the principle set by Ke Xiaoliang, and it is the way he gave to the latecomers.

  The end of this road is Ke Xiaoliang.

  But as long as he, Ke Xiaoliang, does not stop, this road...it will be the avenue to the sky.

  Ke Xiaoliang is ambitious, he is not only looking at Taiyi Daoguo.

  He even hopes...to reshape the way of immortality.

  People are on the mountain, they are immortal.

   Turned a corner in the process and became a **** first, what does that mean?

  The snow-like sword light pierced through the originally solid body of the alien god.

  The sword that tore apart the mortal world directly dug a big hole in the chest of this alien god, and everything inside the body had been shredded by the sword energy.

  The fairy light descends, and the boundless fresh air rises.

  Ling Yuluo held the fairy sword in his hand, looking back at those old friends from the past.

   "The way of immortality has changed. If you follow it, you will become a god, and if you go against it, you will become a fairy. If you want to obtain the fruit of longevity, you must first have the determination to become a fairy."

   "Fellow daoists, we will meet soon!"

   As soon as the words fell, he actually stepped on the fairy sword and soared upwards.

   It disappeared between the sky and the earth in a blink of an eye, but it didn't know where it was going.

  As for the conquered territory, the conquered holy mountain, they no longer paid attention to it and abandoned it easily.

  Before the First World War, what was so longed for is now abandoned like a mustard.

  Invisibly, some golden fairies exchanged ideas quickly.

   "This...reshape the immortal way, what a big ambition."

   "But he really succeeded, even if this success is only in his personal world. What I just don't understand is... this Ling Yuluo, how did he do it? Why did he do it?"

   "I've already done the calculations. Ling Yuluo in the past can only be regarded as mediocre. Maybe there are some talents in the way of swords...but that's all."

   "Could he be Ke Xiaoliang's pawn? Or... simply himself? He just used a clone to set the foundation of this world and guide the newcomers?"

   "It is possible, we can use this as a basis to carry out another round of deduction, and perhaps we can get more possibilities."

  Golden Immortals communicated quickly, although they all had some more core gains, they did not confess.

  Something, they see it, and want to steal it for themselves.

  So I don’t speak clearly.

   And what about Ling Yuluo?

  Is he really Ke Xiaoliang's clone?

of course not!

  Ke Xiaoliang has long confirmed that he will never directly intervene in the world of Turin's Dream.

   lest the world repeat his trajectory again.

  Now that he has made this decision, it is impossible for him to go back.

  Even if there are a large number of golden immortals nearby to help him divert the information in Turin's Dream, he will not change the long-established policy.

  However, Ke Xiaoliang did manipulate Ling Yuluo.

  He chose Ling Yuluo.

  When Ling Yuluo entered this world, he was no longer just him.

  Ke Xiaoliang just quietly stuffed another person's personality into Ling Yuluo's soul, let them entangle each other, and then completely merged into one.

  (end of this chapter)