Chapter 1039: The Immortal Soul Seal (First Update)

In the chaotic void, dozens of hot fire flowed slowly like dragons. Little purple blood danced all over the sky like pearl relics. The energy breath released by each blood bead was comparable to the full power of the peak of an ordinary Golden Immortal. The nameless fire flows born in the chaos burned these purple blood beads, and a rich and heavy fragrance that made people clear up slowly.

Wherever the fragrance passes, the chaotic air flow is gradually pushed away, and a spherical vacuum with a diameter of millions of miles was forced out of the void.

Qianshou looked at the seven Buddhas opposite him with a breath. His seven-colored Buddha flames were burning around him. His clothes were burned to ashes, revealing his thin and white body. Judging from the structure of the bones, Qianshou should have a magnificent body, but now he is like a malnourished bean sprout, with his dry muscles attached to the strong skeleton, giving people the illusion that it will fall when blown by the wind.

It was such a weak body, the Buddha flames released by the seven Buddhas burned his body, but it made his skin 's bang' and sometimes a few strange-colored bubbles pop up, and there was no other effect.

Seven Buddhas stood in the void, and the 49,000-foot Buddha's golden body was densely filled with holes as thick as a thumb. Little purple blood was constantly oozing out of these holes, floating away with the invisible magic power. The broken golden body was flashing rapidly. They were silently practicing Zen skills to repair the golden body, but their golden body was injured by a thousand strange long hairs, which was extremely corrosive and attached to the wound with a powerful devouring force. They spent a cup of tea to heal the wound.

Wuqi was shocked to see it. With the Buddha's cultivation, all the injuries were healed with thoughts. Thousand Songs could make the seven Buddhas so difficult, and his lethality was really terrifying. The Buddha needed a cup of tea to repair those injuries. It is conceivable that ordinary immortals, even if the Daluo Golden Immortal was stabbed by Thousand Songs' long hair, might end up with death.

"The heavy fist is also very painful." Qianshou's mouth sprayed a strange color, as if he had made millions of pigments into a blood arrow. He looked at the blood he spit out in a daze and frowned: "I just woke up these days and ate too many strange things, making the color of the blood so ugly. Originally, my blood was pitch black, without any impurities, destroying everything that devoured everything, hey!"

Shouxin snorted coldly, and he shook the golden body of Dharma images, and a thousand arms formed a lotus seal at the same time. The heavy sky was pressed towards the thousand songs tens of thousands of miles away. The void was shattered inch, and the fragments of the void emitted dazzling golden light, turning into a giant Vajra Lotus Sword that was thousands of feet long and slashed towards the thousand songs. Shouxin's body came a wave of huge sangs. Shouxin refined three thousand worlds, each of which contained three thousand worlds, and each of which contained three thousand small worlds. In these worlds, there were countless believers who had accumulated over countless years, and they were all crazy believers who were other Buddhist Bodhisattvas and Buddhas who were unable to seek.

The infinite number of crazy believers were summoned by Shouxin and recited the "Shouxin Mantra" in unison. The huge spiritual power was blessed on the Vajra Lotus Sword. The Vajra Lotus Sword, which was originally extremely dazzling, condensed from fragments of the void, emitted a strong light that was tens of millions of times hotter than the sun, and silently slashed on Qianshou's head.

Qianshou raised his head and stared at the Vajra Lotus Sword slashing down. Countless long hairs like poisonous pythons behind him were flying, and quickly wrapped around his head and made a round shield with a radius of hundreds of miles and a thickness of ten thousand feet.

With a muffled sound, the Vajra Lotus Sword was annihilated, and the round shield made of Qianshou's long hair squirmed rapidly, making a "hissing" sound like a poisonous python that had a full meal. Innumerable light was emitted in Qianshou's body, and countless extremely thin, solid, bright lights were sprayed out along his pores.

Shouxin's thousand heads and one thousand faces sneered at the same time: "You dare to devour the sword energy emitted by the Ms. Seng's full force, aren't you afraid of suffocating to death?"

Qianshou stared at his eyes, pale, without any divine light, without any emotion, and his eyes were staring at Shoixin blankly. A thousand long hairs above his head suddenly shot tens of thousands of miles, accurately piercing on Shoixin's thousand heads. The long hair as thick as a thumb penetrated Shoixin's thousand heads, and a large piece of purple plasma penetrated Shoixin's golden body.

A thousand heads exploded, and the sword energy of the devoured Vajra Lotus Sword rushed into the golden body of Shouxin's Buddha along his long hair. This was equivalent to Shouxin himself doing his best to blow himself. The half of Shouxin's golden body exploded, turning into an infinite sea of ​​blood and almost filling the spherical vacuum.

Wuqi was frightened to see it. This is the chaotic void. According to common sense, this is not the influence of the laws of heavenly laws in Pangu world. If Shoxin is killed here, is it possible that he will truly die? Wuqi himself did not have a real Tao, and he did not know what kind of realm the Tao realm was, so he did not know what kind of realm the power of the Tao realm would happen if he was killed outside the scope of the Pangu world.

Just as Wuqi was thinking about it, a golden lotus rose up in the purple sea of ​​blood, holding up half of the golden body of Shooxin. A seven-layer Buddhist banner with countless beads inlaid with seven layers of Buddha in the upper and lower layers flew out from the half of the golden body of Shooxin. Under the illumination of the seven-color Buddha light, Shooxin's golden body quickly grew and recovered. In just half a quarter of an hour, Shooxin's recovery was as pale as before, but his face was a little pale. It was obvious that the thousand strikes just now caused him to lose a lot of energy.

"Qiansong, your strength is not as strong as I am now, so you should leave!" Shouxin looked at Qiansong with vigilance. His eyes were very strange, just like a person who saw a poisonous snake that was almost frozen but could still squirm slowly. It was not a threat to his life for the time being, but the poisonous snake was a poisonous snake after all, and it would be fatal if he was accidentally bitten.

Qianshou stared blankly at the seven-level Buddha banner floating above his heart, and he murmured in a low voice: "It's really annoying that the destruction of the holy world back then, and the spiritual projection of those strong men conceived you wastes in this ruin, but their weapons and spirits were actually reconceived in this ruin. Although the real power is less than one trillionth of the original body, I am not the same as I was back then."

The pale black tongue licked his nose, and Qianshou frowned and said, "Who gave me a blow from behind when the Holy Realm was destroyed? If it weren't for that, I would have retained some of the strength I had back then. Killing you was just a slight point."

Shouxin and the other six Buddhas looked at Qiansong vigilantly. Looking at their expressions, they were extremely curious about Qiansong's words. They listened to Qiansong's self-talk and did not interrupt him.

Qianshou's eyes narrowed. When he narrowed his eyes, his pupils shrank into a line, like a line pupil that was like a creepy cold-blooded animal. He stared at the seven-layered Buddha tower above his heart, swaying his head slightly and muttered: "I still have some impression of this thing. Although the image has changed a little, its breath is 90% similar. Its original owner was a very beautiful woman."

He laughed strangely, Qiansong sighed softly: "I watched her with my own eyes be tortured. Who did it? It's been too long, I've forgotten it. Is it a phantom tribulation? I was injured and suspended all my actions to cultivate. He abused and killed the woman with strong cultivation in front of me. Well, a very delicate and beautiful woman, her bones are as beautiful as hers. It's phantom tribulation, and he just likes to collect beautiful women's skeletons."

The words of Qian Song made Wuqi shudder, and the faces of the seven Buddhas were also a little wrong.

However, it is extremely rare to hear any news about the holy world that Qiansong said. Both Wuqi and the seven Buddhas all listened quietly. Qiansong did not disappoint them. He talked about the things that he and some other world-breaking people killed the creatures in the holy world one by one, destroyed the large and small tribes of the holy world, and eventually caused the overall collapse of the holy world.

A seven-level Buddha pagoda caused these feelings for thousands of poems. The Buddha's eyes turned, and a red cloud light rose above his head, and there was a unique step-shaped pyramid inside. When Wuqi saw this pyramid, he almost thought it was the Tower of Heaven in Dayu. Looking closely, the pyramid was divided into thirty-three levels, and the aura emitted was distant and ancient, far from comparable to the Tower of Heaven in Dayu.

Qianshou took a cautious step back, and he looked at the thirty-third-level step-shaped pyramid and sighed: "What a good luck. This is the 'Ming Tower', the strongest holy weapon forged by the seven most powerful people in the Holy Realm, "Ming Saints",."

He laughed strangely, Qianshou shook his head and said, "But what's the use? The Holy Realm was destroyed and turned into this broken ruin. You self-righteous powerful people are just ghosts that have been conceived by their spiritual projection."

With a grim smile, Qianshou looked in the direction of Pangu's world: "If you will not be given a chance, never think of restoring the holy realm. Never think of becoming the strongest again. You can't kill me, and I can erase you one by one."

The pagoda above the Buddha's head swirled, and a wisp of ten thousand words of Buddha's light flew out silently like a ghost.

Qianshou's body trembled, and a strange-colored blood arrow sprayed out from his waist. The Buddha of Shouyi sacrificed the Hongmeng treasure that he is now called the "Tower of Immortality". He cut Qianshou with one blow. Qianshou lowered his head and watched his body below his waist gradually separate from his upper body. He suddenly laughed happily: "It's this feeling, it's this kind of taste. I was also hit by the full force of the Dark Tower back then."

Amid the strange laughter, countless black shredded flesh grew in Qianshou’s two pieces of body. These shredded flesh shook and pulled his body back together. The wound healed quickly, and a faint Buddha light flashed at his wound, but the Buddha light quickly went out.

He shook his body proudly, Qiansong laughed and said, "It's useless, unless you can destroy my Immortal Soul Seal, you will never kill me. You can only suppress me, you can only seal me, you can't kill me!"

A hint of madness appeared in his eyes, and Qiansong lowered his voice and smiled strangely: "But where is my immortal soul seal? You will never find it."

When talking about the Immortal Soul Seal, Wuqi's pupils suddenly condensed.
Chapter completed!