Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 4: The Rise of Divine Source Chapter 809: Becoming a God in the Flesh

The Shenyuan Wasteland is in the shape of a gourd.

The location of Hulukou is the headquarters of the four true world guarding forces. The place is dense and silent all year round. Even the true guards of the four true worlds, except for the true guards who alternate between old and new every few hundred years, usually do not Without a summons, you are not allowed to take a step forward.

Violators will be punished with serious crimes and sentenced to the land of sin.

In this base camp area, there is a majestic whirlpool. This whirlpool is rotating all the time, but it is silent. From a distance, this whirlpool is bright, like a sea of ​​stars and a galaxy, but if the distance is close, then You can see that the stars make up this sea of ​​​​stars and the Milky Way.

Countless stars form this huge whirlpool, and anyone who sees this scene will inevitably be shocked by it.

At this moment, outside the whirlpool, a long rainbow roared towards him. As it approached, the rainbow turned into a figure. This was a young man with a peach blossom mark between his eyebrows. He looked respectful and stood outside the whirlpool with his fists clasped in bow.

Compared with this majestic whirlpool, his existence is as inconspicuous as an ant.

Time passed slowly, and soon it was several hours. The young man kept praying for a long time, motionless and silent, waiting silently.

Suddenly, the vortex rotated a little faster. Under the rapid rotation, a cultivation star inside actually broke away from the orbit of the vortex and went straight to the periphery, carrying a heaven-destroying momentum. Go straight to the young man.

After pausing in front of it, a cold voice slowly came out from the cultivation star.

"Come." Although this voice only had one word, it contained supreme majesty. It seemed that no one in the world could resist any words he spoke.

The young man with the peach blossom mark between his eyebrows raised his body and turned into a rainbow and headed straight for the Cultivation Star in front of him. After a while, he stepped onto the Cultivation Star. In front of him was a vast desert.

You can faintly see a towering hall in the distance. The hall is earthy yellow. It exists alone in the desert, and there are whirlwinds roaring around outside, rolling up sand and forming storms.

At the same time, in front of the main hall and in the desert, nearly a hundred figures could be seen.

These figures are all monks, male and female, old and young. They lay prone on the desert sand. They were crawling forward slowly. Their clothes were ragged and damaged in many places. But their expressions were full of enthusiasm and weirdness, and they were slowly moving towards the main hall, crawling forward bit by bit.

A young man with a peach blossom mark between his eyebrows. Looking at the main hall in the distance, he squatted down silently until his body lay on the sand, crawling forward like the figures he saw.

There was deathly silence all around, and there was no other sound except the whimpering wind. The crawling of these people on the ground was full of a strange feeling, except for the creeping monks at the front. Even though he seemed to be close to the main hall, he was still moving forward, as if he couldn't see it.

It seems that this hall is different in everyone's eyes, far and near.

The young man with the peach blossom mark between his eyebrows, his clothes were torn and showed signs of burning as he kept crawling. His hair was dry, but his eyes were persistent. After an hour, he finally crawled to the main hall he saw in his eyes, full of embarrassment.

over there. He took a deep breath and stood up from the ground. Step into the hall.

The hall was very empty. There was only a table with an oil lamp placed on it. The wick of the lamp was shaking slightly. In the light, you could see countless faces with strange smiles alternating. No face was repeated, as if there were countless faces. Over the years, throughout the ages, the faces in this lamp have never been the same.

The sound of crackling flames echoed in the hall. In addition to the oil lamp, there was also a roll of bamboo slips on the table. The bamboo slips were spread out in half, exuding a simple atmosphere under the light.

"Daoren, the Ninth Level True Guard of the Yin Sheng True Realm, see Lord Huo Zhu True General." The young man knelt on one knee, pressed one hand on the bluestone on the ground, bowed his head and spoke respectfully.

"Tell me about it." A cold and aged voice came out from the wick flame of the oil lamp, but the face in the lamp flame no longer changed at this moment, and stopped at the face of a woman who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"The first time I discovered this person was on the Red Star of Fire..." The young man did not dare to raise his head and whispered everything he knew about the person named Mosu without reservation.

"... I want to check the reincarnation classics to find out the origin of this person, and then formulate a plan to lure him out and let him show up automatically."

His voice echoed in the hall, and until the young man finished speaking, his voice was still echoing around, lingering for a long time.

"This person is not in reincarnation." After a while, the woman's face in the wick opened her lips, and a cold voice came out.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed immediately. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

"The humble function confirms that this person is still in Xihuan now, and also confirms that this person has merged with the Conferred God Formation in some unknown way, and can borrow the power of the formation. Whether it is teleportation or suppression, he can use the power of the formation. Please help me. I humbly request the True General to block the border between the Western Ring and other star regions...close...the God Conferring Formation."

"I give you a candle to burn your life and keep this candle burning forever. Destiny will guide you to find this person. The Conferring God Array allows you to close it once for a period of no more than three months." The cold voice said. Immediately after saying this, the wick flame of the oil lamp shook. At the same time, the young man with the peach blossom mark on his eyebrows trembled violently.

Flames burned on his body immediately, and the flames flowed like running water and finally condensed on the young man's hair, making his hair fly and look like flames swaying.

The peach blossom mark between his eyebrows disappeared instantly and turned into flames.

"As a candle, your life is fire, you... leave."

The young man's body immediately fell back uncontrollably, and instantly turned into a ball of flames and rolled out of the hall, the desert, and the star. When it appeared, he was in the starry sky. In front of him was a rotating vortex. As for the star, The Cultivation Star slowly retreated until it disappeared into the whirlpool and became part of the countless stars in it.

"People who are not in reincarnation are variables sent here in a special way. Why do I feel...its breath in your story.

Damn it, you will be condemned to a sea of ​​misery forever, and be hated so much that you wish you could kill it billions of times and never recover...that...crane! ! "In the main hall, after the young man was swept away, there was a low roar that was no longer vicissitudes of life, no longer cold, but full of hatred and madness.

In the reverberation of the roar, the oil lamp on the table in the main hall made a fierce burning sound, and countless faces suddenly appeared in it, causing the wick fire to spread and fill the entire hall in an instant, spreading out and covering the entire lamp in an instant. The cultivation star made this cultivation star burn brightly.

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"Sneeze!" In the Western Ring Star Territory, a bald crane lay lazily on a flying meteorite, his eyes were shining, he was holding a crystal in his paws, and he looked pleased with himself. He hit him three times in a row. sneeze.

"Grandma Crane, someone must be whispering about Grandpa Crane. Alas, as a crane, as a bird, I have to keep a low profile. I must keep a low profile, but I can't be remembered all the time... Sneeze!" Bald-haired Crane After muttering, he sneezed again, and this time he was angry.

It climbed up, its eyes showed evil intent, and it kept looking around.

"You Grandma Bird, who are you nagging about your Grandpa Bird? I'll beat you to death!" When the Bald-haired Crane looked angry, the Marquis Chihuo not far away glanced subconsciously and quickly lowered his head and ignored it. The more he felt The more the other party looked like the one in the legend, the less he dared to have anything to do with him. But he remembered a series of legends about that person, and anyone who had anything to do with him would not end well.

The meteorite streaked across the starry sky. Under the protection of the Red Fire Lord and the anger of the Bald Crane, the flames in Su Ming's body had reached an extreme level. The flames burned every inch of flesh and blood in his body, both inside and outside the body. Burning.

His body was now withered and looked like a dry stick.

Another half month passed. Su Ming's body remained motionless. The skin all over his body was cracked, but it seemed that there was no flame anymore. Seven days ago, all the sea of ​​fire outside his body rolled back and penetrated into Su Ming's body. inside.

The aura of death became stronger and stronger on Su Ming's body. Until this day, when the cracks on Su Ming's body made a snapping sound, the Red Fire Lord immediately looked over solemnly, and even the Bald-haired Crane His eyes fell on Su Ming.

The cracked skin shattered again piece by piece, and at the same time, Su Ming's eyes... slowly opened.

The moment his eyes opened, a pale golden light emitted from his pupils, making his eyes burning and majestic. As Su Ming opened his eyes, the snapping sound on his body became even stronger. The cracks fell off piece by piece, finally revealing the pale golden skin. After all the cracks fell off, Su Ming's body emitted a pale golden light, covering his whole body, making him look hazy.

Su Ming took a deep breath, and suddenly the surrounding starry sky shook. A sea of ​​fire appeared outside the meteorite. The sea of ​​fire roared and burned, spreading loudly to all sides, covering a radius of five thousand feet in the blink of an eye.

Within these five thousand feet, the aura of the plane exploded. This time, Su Ming did not borrow the formation, but relied on his physical body to unleash the power of the plane.

"Realm..." Su Ming stood up from the meteorite. A loud roar came from his body. As Su Ming clenched his fist, all the sea of ​​fire within five thousand feet was rolled back at this moment. When Su Ming clenched his fist, In that instant, it was like absorbing and condensing the five thousand feet sea of ​​fire into the palm of his hand.

"This is my own power, becoming a king in the flesh." Su Ming closed his eyes. When he opened them after a long time, a smile appeared on his lips, but the smile was a bit bitter. He thought that if he had such cultivation when he was a barbarian, then …Everything will be different. {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}