Chapter 939 Reincarnation

"I have heard that one of the ten great Dharma Kings in the sect, the Dharma King of Power, has cultivated the Blood Eye Shura Dharma."

"Of the three thousand great ways, you choose the one of power."

"One force can defeat ten skills."

"If you don't attack, it's fine. If you do attack, you must use all your strength." A slightly cold voice came from the red light.

Then, a rainbow light like a river across the sky gradually rose. In the rainbow light, Murong Jing's eyes flashed with surprise, and a barely perceptible arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What a pity."

"Even if you have such courage, it's futile if you can't hit me."

Murong Jing held the hilt of the Red Dragon True Gold Sword with his left hand.

While twisting the sword, he recited the mantra.

The red sword crossed the space in front of him.

A ripple appeared, and Murong Jing's figure was like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. It trembled and seemed to be completely separated from this space.

Luo Manping frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "It is said that Murong Jing, the leader of the four hall masters under Zuo Tianwang, has dragon blood in his body. The real golden long sword in his hand can tear open the space under the attack of the Tao body, allowing his body to hide in the overlapping space. No wonder he escaped from the Shura attack on my head."

"Escaped?"

Murong Jing sneered.

"Since you have such strong strength, why don't you dare to resist?"

"Hahaha, Luo Manping, have you cultivated your magic power to the sea of ​​consciousness? You actually asked such a naive question."

Murong Jing said no more. His figure was completely integrated into the space like a latent dragon. Even under the cover of Luo Manping's own big world, he could not be captured.

Luo Manping, who had originally displayed the body of the sky-supporting Dharma image, suddenly began to shrink his own Dharma image. As the light was restrained, the ten thousand feet Dharma image immediately became the height of an ordinary cultivator.

However, the spiritual aura of his body did not change at all, and he still had the power to destroy the world.

At this moment, Luo Manping had a single horn on his head, and the vertical eye on his forehead was not real, but rather looked like blood-filled lines.

The lines spread across his eyes, turning his eyes into blood pupils.

The faint red light reflected his ferocious and majestic appearance, like the Mingshen Dharma King, and made his fangs even sharper.

Luo Manping's blood eyes turned, and the light of his Dharma eyes turned into two rays of light that completely fixed the broken space in front of him.

However, he still couldn't find Murong Jing's figure, as if the body reflected was just a refraction of light and shadow, not his real Murong Jing.

"No wonder he can be the first of the four hall masters."

"In that case, I will completely solidify the space and see where you can hide!"

Luo Manping waved out ten thousand palms without hesitation.

The blood-eyed Shura Dao body bloomed with a peak of divine brilliance at this moment.

Every time a palm print was made, a clear palm print fell on the space.

In an instant, the entire space was completely covered by the palm print.

The palm prints were like engraved talismans, connected under the radiance of holy light, like the ancient stars, shining brightly, and the stars flickered into a net hidden in the world, completely covering the world.

"Alien Shura Dao body." Tushan Jun in the banner said softly.

He felt the power of the Dao body from Luo Manping's hand, but for the cultivators of this realm, the Dao body has long been a part of their own strength, even without the Dao body, they are still outstanding.

The space of the world was completely sealed.

As the space solidified.

Luo Manping's blood-eyed Asura seemed to have suddenly turned into the Dharma image that stood tall and upright.

Twist the seal and take the seal.

Control the world of heaven and earth.

The Shura battle hand encompasses everything. The moment he made a move, the palm completely turned into a natural moat, like a mountain from the sky that fell from ancient times.

"Thousand-destroying Shura Palm!"

Boom!

The world and the thousands of palms shattered.

Murong Jing, who was supposed to be hiding in the space and slashing out the magic sword, froze in his face.

As the space collapsed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his figure fell out, turning into a rainbow light and flying towards the blessed land. Just when he was glad that he did not fall into it, he saw a red-haired monk in a black and red Taoist robe standing at the other end of the void.

Murong Jing was suddenly startled, and then he became furious.

A small virtual saint, whose Dharma image could not even be manifested in the world, and even if he really used it, it was only a mysterious shadow of the virtual sky, dared to block his way in front.

If it were not for the power saint Luo Manping to completely shatter the entire space, he would not have ended up in such a mess.

And this was because he was arrogant because he was in the great realm of Luo Manping, and he had killed King Lin in a fierce battle before.

However, this was not a reason for a small virtual saint to block him.

He immediately screamed.

"Get out of the way!"

The figure not only did not roll away, but instead unfolded a fist frame.

Murong Jing suddenly felt a strong sense of humiliation in his heart.

Regardless of the fact that he would be caught up by Luo Manping, the red dragon in his hand suddenly slashed out.

Thousands of sword lights seemed to slow down at this moment, and even turned the world upside down, leaving scars on the universe, and wanted to use the supreme sword power to cut down the red figure in the sky.

The red figure said: "Travel through the void and escape into the universe."

"It's so huge."

"What a pity."

"Although you travel through space, you are not transcendent, and you have never escaped from the cycle of yin and yang!"

"You are just too fast!"

"Now, you should slow down." Behind Tushan Jun, a magnificent sky-shattering fire appeared, and the roars and murmurs of thousands of evil ghosts came from the fire, as if they were not crying in pain in the flames, but dragging the gods traveling through the fire like a pilgrimage.

No one could tell what kind of existence was carried by the shrine and palanquin that was as tall as the Tianque Palace.

Only a pale hand stretched out from it when the wind and clouds were surging.

Luo Manping, who was already chasing, couldn't help but exclaimed: "Dharma image?!"

After seeing it clearly, he shook his head again.

That was not a Dharma image. Although it was carrying vitality and the shadow of the great world, it had not yet undergone the transformation from virtual to real, and it was not a false refining.

And Tushanjun's aura also told him without hesitation that he was in the realm of the world saint.

"What kind of Dharma image is this?"

Luo Manping stared blankly at the terrifying palanquin in the karmic fire. He didn't know what to say for a while.

The one who had such supreme power before he was born and sat in the shrine and palanquin didn't look like a Dharma image at all, but an ancient emperor.

It was just a pale hand stretched out.

The whole world seemed to be grasped by him.

Luo Manping could not help but feel the urge to worship.

He was not worshipping Tushan Jun, nor the artifact, but the ‘god’.

Apart from this, he could not think of another description.

Could this be a god?

A newborn god.

But this did not match his cognition. Gods were ancient, and he had never heard of any god born from weakness.

Gods were gods.

They were different from cultivators.

Even the Asuras knew very little about gods. They only knew that there were gods in the domain barrier and gods in the outer heaven of the Yuanyang domain.

Perhaps it was just that this Dharma image was born from a powerful Tao body and produced from an indescribable way of cultivation, so it was so terrifying.

Luo Manping's guess was not wrong.

The shrine and the palanquin were dragged by tens of millions of ghosts and gods, and were born when the immortal Tao body was formed, replacing the shadows of ghosts and gods.

If the phantoms of ghosts and gods were the evolution of the ultimate soul-devouring Taoism, it was Tushan Jun's respect for himself. He did not need to imitate any living creature and firmly believed that he was the strongest embodiment.

The one in the shrine and the imperial carriage now is the Xiantian Emperor after all the Taoist methods of Tushan Jun are integrated.

Murong Jing is not afraid at all.

In his opinion, no matter how impressive the momentum is, and how intimidating the aura is, a cat is a cat and can never become a tiger.

Under this powerful Dharma image that is about to be born is a body with insufficient foundation.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to perform the Dharma seal.

"Fight and kill the heavenly general."

"Star King Dharma Image."

Just like the shocking Dharma image of the Mars and the sky descended on the world, the agitated world was like the sea of ​​the universe, and the Star King Jing was reflected like a god in this world.

The red dragon in his hand also completely turned into a real dragon wrapped around his body, and spit out boundless star flames, burning everything in front of him.

"The star cuts the mortal world."

"Boy, go to hell!"

After the void, in front of the shrine and the imperial carriage in the fire of karma.

A ethereal and somewhat hoarse voice came:

"If I don't go to hell, who will? The eighteen layers of the underworld carry the six reincarnations. With this punch, I will not devour souls, refine spirits, or ask for true immortality!"

"This punch!"

"The Yin-Yang Saint King will protect the world."

"Kill people before you!"

"Say:"

"Reincarnation!"

The two great worlds collided with each other.

A sword destroyed the mortal world and cut off the star Mars, splitting the space horizontally, and the red dragon fire spit out a turbid world.

A punch to protect the world, the Yin-Yang Saint King of Reincarnation held up the sky, and the shrines and carriages of millions of ghosts and gods jumped into this terrifying hell at the same time, dragging the great reincarnation and the eternal cloudy sky.

...

"Ahem!"

"It's over."

Murong Jing's Dharma image collapsed, but he showed a look of joy. After all, he won.

"It's really over."

Murong Jing was suddenly shocked.

However, before he could turn around, he felt that the scene in front of him suddenly went dark. His indestructible saint body seemed to be suppressed by the stars and had no vitality at all. He knew who had attacked him without thinking. He just didn't expect that Luo Manping would have such a powerful helper beside him.

The opponent was able to injure him in the realm of the saint, and even tried his best to win.

"Daoyou."

"..."

Before he could hear the voice, a dark blue sky had covered it.

He held his breath and gathered his Dharma image.

Luo Manping looked at the ten-foot-long Zunhun Banner in his hand.

He sighed and said, "I took advantage of it."

If Murong Jing hadn't fought a fierce battle with King Lin and killed King Lin in the blessed land, it would be unknown who would win if the two of them really set up a battle.

Tu Shanjun held a different view.

If the two really fought, Murong Jing would definitely not be Luo Manping's opponent. Luo Manping's practice was too solid.

No wonder even Luo Tianfeng wanted to win over Luo Manping, and promised to entrust everything to Luo Manping after he left. This great Dharma King really has extraordinary strength.

Tu Shanjun, who reunited the sky behind him from the broken world, spit out a mouthful of blood.

Luo Manping hurriedly showed concern.

"How are you?"

This is the magic weapon he will be in charge of. If the weapon spirit has any problems, the magic weapon will be mostly useless.

"I won't die."

Tu Shanjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "Although the fake Great Sage is extraordinary, I have used the strongest means and it is still slightly inferior."

"You are so hard-core, how can you be inferior..."

Luo Manping didn't know how to comfort him. Why didn't he sound like he was disappointed? It sounded more like he was verifying his own methods and magical powers, especially since so many of his methods had not yet been released, but were only used as... Luo Manping wasn't sure whether it was a Dharma image or a virtual god. It should be the prototype of a Dharma image.

So he changed the subject and asked, "What Dharma image is behind your imperial carriage?"

Tu Shanjun looked back.

He also wanted to know what it was.

He used his magic power to lift the pearl curtain of the imperial carriage that looked like the Tianque Palace.

The two of them looked inside at the same time.