In front of Fang Qingye and Bai Qingxue, there was a golden cocoon. Originally, this golden cocoon had always been dim and lifeless, as if it was a dead thing.
But now, there is a faint aura permeating the golden cocoon. Although it is very weak, it is very undesirable for Fang Qingye and Bai Qingxue who have guarded this place for many years.
In this golden cocoon, there is the true body of Tushan Ancient Spirit, and the golden cocoon has aura fluctuations, indicating that the true body of Tushan Ancient Spirit has shown signs of awakening.
"The great catastrophe has begun, and the vitality of all living beings in the world is gathering here, much faster than we expected." Fang Qingye said, although his tone was calm, there was also a hint of worry.
"Don't worry too much. As long as Lin'er is still alive, everything will turn around." Bai Qingxue comforted her.
Fang Qingye nodded. He had suppressed Tushan Ancient Spirit's body for so many years and had never left it. As long as Tushan Ancient Spirit's body could not leave, then even if the outside world encountered a catastrophe, it would not wipe out all sentient beings.
The most terrifying result is that Tushan Ancient Spirit's body escapes from its trap, and after merging with several other ancient spirit incarnations, it absorbs enough vitality that no one in the world can compete with it.
This is also the reason why Fang Qingye is willing to stay here, because he is the only one in the world who can suppress the true form of Tushan Ancient Spirit, and no one else can suppress it.
However, as Tushan Ancient Spirit absorbs more and more vitality, it will become more and more difficult to suppress it. Fang Qingye is not sure how long he can suppress it, maybe two or three days, maybe two or three months. , maybe two or three years.
But no matter what, the later Tushan Ancient Spirit gets out of trouble, the more favorable the situation will be for the outside world. After all, what they lack most right now is time.
Among the demon clan's holy trees, Fang Lin entered an unprecedented state of cultivation, forgetting everything around him, and feeling completely empty in his heart.
A shadow of a real dragon suddenly surged out from Fang Lin's body and wrapped around Fang Lin, making a high-pitched dragon roar.
Then, the shadow of the real dragon sank into Fang Lin's body, and another golden divine phoenix spread its wings, hovered in front of Fang Lin's eyes, and then entered Fang Lin's eyebrows.
Immediately afterwards, the phantoms of Qilin and Kunpeng appeared one after another, and the phantoms of four strange beasts appeared at the same time, creating a strange scene surrounding Fang Lin.
If no one else existed here, it would probably cause quite a shock.
In Fang Lin's body, the powers belonging to the four great beasts are constantly emerging, causing Fang Lin's own realm to break through one after another.
This was just the beginning. Fang Lin could clearly feel that his physical strength was constantly improving, and the energy and blood in his body were running crazily at an extremely exaggerated speed.
Under this operation, Fang Lin's physical body was always transforming, and a layer of dirt fell off around him while he was meditating.
It's no wonder, after all, the elixir is made from parts of the bodies of the four strange beasts, and it comes from Fang Lin's hand. The elixir's effectiveness is naturally extraordinary.
Fang Lin had told Hou Yi before that he was 100% sure that he could use the power of this elixir to reach the peak of destiny.
This is not an exaggeration by Fang Lin, but he does have this confidence, and may even be more effective than Fang Lin said.
The peak state of destiny was a state that Fang Lin had never reached back then. Fang Lin was only at the eighth level of destiny.
Of course, the realm of destiny is the limit of martial arts knowledge after all. Stepping into destiny is equivalent to standing at the pinnacle of martial arts, and the peak realm of destiny is an invincible powerhouse. For example, Fang Lin's mother Bai Qingxue is standing at the peak of destiny. At this level, there are no invincible opponents in the world. Unless the martial arts supreme takes action, no one can compete with Bai Qingxue.
And now Fang Lin is approaching the peak of destiny.
However, Fang Lin knew very well that even the peak of destiny could not change anything. Only by becoming a martial arts supreme could he be qualified to fight against the Tushan ancient spirit.
After all, first there was Xuanyuan Ya, the first martial master in the human race, then his father Fang Qingye, and the new martial master Hou Yi. The appearance of the three martial masters in succession was not able to defeat Tushan Ancient Spirit. If Without even the strength of a martial arts supreme, it is impossible to play any role in this catastrophe that affects the common people.
Moreover, Fang Lin is already a transcendent person, and Tushan Ancient Spirit will definitely not let him go once he wakes up. Fang Lin will fight against Tushan Ancient Spirit no matter what.
And the outcome of this battle will also determine whether the people in this world have a way out
Perhaps everything will end and all living beings will return to Tushan.
Or perhaps all living beings on earth can continue to reproduce from generation to generation and will not just die.
Carrying the life and death of everyone in the world was a great pressure. Fang Lin could somewhat understand the feeling of Xuanyuan Ya who had to bear everything on his back.
While Fang Lin was practicing, Hou Yi's remnant soul was also watching from the side. He noticed that Fang Lin's realm and strength were improving at an extremely fast speed, and Hou Yi was quite satisfied in his heart.
However, Hou Yi was not very confident that Fang Lin could successfully enter the realm of martial arts supreme. Although Fang Lin had entered the tenth level of Earth Yuan, it did not mean that he would definitely become a martial arts supreme after entering the tenth level of Earth Yuan.
In fact, Hou Yi felt that the current Fang Lin, if it really came to that final moment, would still be a little behind and would not be able to successfully become a martial arts supreme.
After all, the Supreme is not as simple as a realm. It is a sublimation of martial arts and life, which resonates with the ethereal way of heaven.
Xuanyuan Ya has gone through this process, and Fang Qingye and Hou Yi have also gone through it, so they know best how difficult it is to step into the supreme realm of martial arts.
"Maybe I won't have the chance to see you take that step. I hope you can live up to your expectations and don't let so many years of hard work go to waste." Hou Yi looked calm and looked outside the sacred tree of the demon clan.
At the same time, under the sky that shined on the same sky for ten days, a nine-colored deer covered in blood pierced the sky, and its blood spilled on the ground.
The Nine-Colored Deer was exhausted and covered in wounds. He should have been unable to move, but he still tried his best to rush to the Ancient Demon Ridge.
Behind the Nine-Colored Deer, the Master of the Hidden Killing Hall followed unhurriedly, with an extremely indifferent expression, as if he was deliberately teasing the Nine-Colored Deer instead of killing it.
"Run away, just run away, the world is so big, where can you escape to?" the leader of the Hidden Killing Hall said coldly, and in a snap of his fingers, another bloody hole was left on Jiuselu's body.
The Nine-Colored Deer trembled, but still did not stop, seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the Ancient Demon Ridge.