Cracks appeared on the surface of the gray-white stone statue, and then large pieces fell off, revealing the figure of Qin Yu inside. Under his figure covered by the black robe, he was now wrapped in a milky white halo.
In the soul space, a vague phantom appeared, and as he descended, the invisible breath covered all directions and suppressed everything.
Then he took a step forward and directly merged into Qin Yu's soul, without any negative feelings coming out, like drinking a cup of refreshing cold drink in the hot summer weather, it was refreshing and straight to the bottom of my heart.
Snapped-
Snapped-
Qin Yu could clearly hear the sound of the cracks remaining in the soul after using the dragon soul, closing up one after another.
boom-
The powerful soul aura burst out!
The soul injury that has plagued Qin Yu so far has completely recovered at this moment, and the power of the soul has broken through to a new realm in one fell swoop.
It is a feeling that I am one with the heaven and the earth, and the nebula in the sky can be messed up by waving my hand.
The voice of the ancient clan's consciousness sounded, "I found out that you have injuries on your body before, so I will help you to repair it, and having the status of a saint will be more conducive to your next actions."
"Of course, the more important thing is that after you become a holy son, you will have the opportunity to inherit the power that Daojun left in this world."
As for the breakthrough of the realm, he didn't mention it. Perhaps in the eyes of the ancients, Qin Yu's current power level is too low to be worth his attention.
His Excellency Ji Xiangtian, the throne of the Xiling God, was stunned for a long time, and finally recovered with difficulty. Looking at Qin Yu, who was wrapped in light, his eyes flashed with shock, confusion, and consternation, and finally turned into bitterness, unwillingness, and anger.
He had never thought that the creation that should belong to him ended up in Qin Yu's hands - a "media" that had nothing to do with Xiling, and was the "media" he wanted to kill not long ago.
How can Ji Xiangtian accept such a result
Taking a deep breath and looking at Qin Yu, there is a coldness in the eyes of the throne of God. Inheriting the power of the Holy Light to become a new holy son, it is necessary to have a sincere belief in the supreme Daojun, and it is possible to integrate with himself.
Otherwise, this holy light is a terrifying bomb, enough to blow up the corpse of the fusion person!
Could this black-robed man from Wuyin Sect be a devout follower of the Taoist monarch
What a joke!
His Excellency Shenzuo calmed down, he did not know the will of Daojun, why he chose this person. But this must be wrong... Could it be that because the main body has perished, the projection summoned has also lost its sanity
Ji Xiangtian took a deep breath, suppressed this blasphemous thought, and became pious and firm again in his heart, preparing for the next fusion of Doermo's power.
After Qin Yu's body exploded, he was the only one left here who met the conditions. No matter what the Daojun's will considers, he can only be chosen... Mine is mine after all, it's just a little delay!
But in fact, Qin Yu didn't notice the slightest feeling of the test, and the holy light poured into him and merged with him directly.
And as time goes by, the fusion speed is getting faster and faster, and after the soul injury has completely recovered, it will continue to promote his strength to continue to increase.
The magnitude of this clear and perceptible improvement is astonishing. Even though Qin Yu still had some doubts in his heart, he couldn't help but immerse himself in it, hoping that this process would never stop.
Three breaths have passed.
Ji Xiangtian looked cold, boy, you are going to die!
Three more breaths passed.
Ji Xiangtian continued to look cold, boy, you are going to die!
Three more breaths.
Ji Xiangtian's expression is still cold, boy, you are going to die!
…
Suddenly, the holy light that wrapped Qin Yu began to weaken, and the amplitude was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it all shrank back into the body.
Before the coldness on His Excellency's face disappeared, he saw Qin Yu who appeared in front of him after the holy light dissipated.
etc? What's happening here
It was said to be bombed to death!
Fusion... actually fused... This bastard actually fused...
With a tightness in his chest, the energy that suppressed the injury suddenly dissipated, Ji Xiangtian snorted lowly, and opened his mouth to spurt blood, his face full of grief.
what is this? An inexplicable person, actually successfully merged with the Holy Light and became the new Holy Son of the Divine Sect
"You, do you have any complaints?"
The majestic and majestic voice sounded again, like a million thunderbolts.
Ji Xiangtian was shocked, his face became even paler, and his pupils contracted wildly.
He suddenly realized one thing, whether Daojun had fallen was just speculation by him and Duoermo and others.
This may not be the case!
If Supreme Daojun did not perish, then what happened now might be the choice of his will to descend. As the throne of Xiling, the so-called spokesperson of Daojun walking on the earth, if he has resentment against the master he believes in, the consequences do not need to be said.
Cold sweat soaked through the robe instantly, Ji Xiangtian knelt down to the ground, his noble head touched the ground, "Your will is the supreme ruler!"
boom-
The space behind him suddenly shattered, inhaling Ji Xiangtian and directly expelling him from the Mysterious Realm of Huangquan.
The Xiling God Throne, the existence in charge of the highest authority of the divine religion, was expelled from within its own sphere of influence... If this matter were publicized, I don't know how many people's jaws would be shocked.
The black vortex that shattered Doermo quickly shrank, submerged in the skull of the ancient race and was submerged by the rich holy light, and his consciousness fluctuated immediately, "I know that you have many doubts, and I will explain it to you."
hum—
A group of holy light flew out and sank into Qin Yu's eyebrows. His mind was instantly sucked into it, and countless pictures emerged the next moment.
…
Above the towering Dragon City, a blood-soaked dragon roared in the sky. It had a terrifying wound on its huge body, and it almost cut it off. You can clearly see the severed bones and large pieces of broken internal organs in the dragon's body.
In the dragon's eyes, there is a clear reflection of a fight that is taking place above the clouds, the sky and the earth are moving together, the sky is broken and twisted, and only the silhouette that emerges occasionally.
The fighting party was the ancient people who built the Dragon City, and the opposite of him was a Taoist man wearing a cyan robe.
Although standing in front of the ancients, this man's body is as small as an ant, but the breath he bursts out is like a real sun, hanging above the nine sky, so I dare not underestimate it.
Even if he faced the ancients, he did not show any disadvantage at all, and with his gestures, the divine power streamed across the sky, bringing an earth-shattering aura.
The opponent's shots from the ancients were nothing fancy, but with one punch and one kick, hundreds of millions of majestic forces erupted, enough to open the sky.
In terms of the level of strength of both sides, if they let go of the fight like this, the aftermath would be enough to destroy the world and wipe out everything in the world. But in the void, a layer of golden light and shadow emerged, which completely offset and absorbed the power fluctuations of the two sides.
"Daojun, you and I are not enemies, what's the matter today?" The low voice of the ancients resounded and released.
Daojun said lightly: "On the road of this road, you are a stepping stone."
"What a domineering way of Heavenly Sovereign, then see if the Daojun has the power to step on me!"
The screen turns.
On the lofty plateau, a large shrine stretches, and blood-colored flames burn on the 109 shrines.
Suddenly, a large area of space shattered, and the ancients stepped out and raised their hands to the ground.
boom-
The flames rose into the sky on the one hundred and nine temples, forming one hundred and nine red pillars of fire, and a sword shadow appeared between the pillars of fire. Its entire body was crimson red as if it had drank the blood of hundreds of millions of living beings, even if it was just a phantom, it had already shattered the sky, and the huge crack spread like an abyss.
Outside the shrine, there are hundreds of millions of believers kneeling on the ground, raising their hands at the same time, with a frenzied expression. In the depths of their eyes, flames were burning, and their eyes were red!
In the broken space, the figure of Daojun appeared, his eyes fell on the red sword shadow, and he paused slightly and said lightly: "If you develop this sword, the deity may not be your opponent."
The ancients laughed loudly, "Even if you don't succeed, it's enough to kill you!" He raised his hand and drew his sword, and the sound of the sword resounded through the sky.