Chapter 1195 Shocking the Heavens

Hundreds of billions of miles away from the West Extreme Realm, the Shenwu Demon King and the four demon clan sages stood in the sky, watching the battle from a distance through the void mirror.

"In just a few moments, Taoist Xi Ming has been stabbed seventy-nine thousand times by the halberd of the True Lord of the Spirit Clan. If he continues like this, he may not be able to survive for long."

One of the demon clan sages looked at the Shenwu Demon Emperor, "Brother Shenwu, is it time to invite the two true masters Dong Yan and Long Yang?"

"They won't take action." Shenwu Demon King shook his head slightly, "This battle is not only watched secretly by the Six Western Realms and us, but also by strong men from other realms."

"The high priest wants to use this battle to establish his authority and let the world know that the Eight-Eyed Sect cannot be provoked. In this way, it will be much easier to promote scientific and technological civilization."

"Using the True Lord of the Spirit Clan to establish authority?" The faces of the three Demon Clan Lords all turned pale.

That was the pinnacle true master, and he was among the best in the realm of the heavens. Except for the powerful ones such as Eternal Life, Zen Guardian, and Eight Eyes, few dared to say that they could defeat the spiritual true master.

Such a strong man, Taoist Ximing actually wants to use him to establish his power?

"As you can see, the high priest never fights an uncertain battle." Shenwu Demon King looked indifferently.

If it were anyone else, the Shenwu Demon Emperor would still have doubts, but Taoist Xi Ming... it would never be worried at all.

Back when Gu Xiuyun was weak, he was able to play with the four sects of Dark Moon Mountain and Changli in the palm of his hand, calculating every step until he showed his fangs.

Using Douxiao's body to fight against the top forces, how many people can do this kind of courage? How many others have succeeded?

Taoist Xi Ming did it.

To this day, Dark Moon Mountain has been destroyed and the four Changli sects have perished, but the Eight-Eyed Sect has become a super force across the realms of the heavens.

How could such a character act recklessly?

The three demon clan sages looked at each other, suppressed their doubts, and continued to watch the battle.

…

The fighting in the distance is getting more and more intense. The true master of the spirit race is pressing forward step by step. Using Taoist magic and secret techniques combined with the true master level treasure, every move contains shocking power.

But even so, Taoist Xi Ming was still unable to be suppressed.

"Hell, how come this junior has so much divine power in his body? Is it because of that Tianjipan world?"

The True Master of the Spirit Clan remembered the past events in the chessboard realm.

At that time, dozens of venerables competed for the treasure left by the Patriarch Tianji, and finally returned empty-handed. Soon after, news came out that what the Patriarch Tianji left behind was not only a venerable-level treasure, but also an independent world.

Every world contains a massive source of power. Holding this treasure, Taoist Xi Ming can naturally grab the source from it to replenish his own consumption.

After a moment, the spiritual leader shook his head.

Not too possible!

Refining the power of the source also takes time, and ordinary fighting is naturally possible, but at this moment, both sides maintain peak combat power. They consume a huge amount of spiritual power every moment, and there is no time to replenish the magic medicine and rare treasures, let alone the source of the world?

"I don't believe it, you have more divine power in your body than me?"

The True Lord of the Spirit Clan roared loudly, pushing the rules of time to the extreme, but at this moment his body was too huge, and even with his profound Taoist skills, he could not increase his speed any further.

Time Taoism also depends on the object.

Back then in Bai Kong Ze, at the early stage of Douxiao Realm, a ray of magical power could accelerate it to ten thousand times or even one hundred thousand times.

After the true artistic conception, it cannot even reach a hundred times.

Now that he has become a Venerable, his magical power has completely lost its power and has no effect at all.

The body of the True Lord of the Spirit Clan at this moment is 840 million feet long. With every move he makes, he can destroy a large space. How can he accelerate a hundred times a thousand times?

Shit!

The halberd kept cutting through the void, wherever it went

The sky shattered and the earth shattered, the void shattered, and all the breath of life came to an abrupt end.

But even so, the cyan figure still couldn't be suppressed.

Peng!

The black and white palm collided with the halberd, making a harsh roar.

However, this time, Gu Xiuyun did not retreat. Instead, he knocked back the True Lord of the Spirit Clan by half a step.

"what happened?"

"Has Taoist Ximing's strength improved?"

The venerables from the six western realms all showed expressions of surprise.

"No, it's because the Spirit Emperor's strength has weakened," Zhenzun Wuchi said with a serious look on his face, "After fighting for a long time, most of the Spirit Emperor's bloodline has been consumed, and his divine power has also begun to wither. Haven't you noticed that his physical body is shorter than before? half?"

The venerables looked up and saw that the silver armored figure was indeed not as tall as before.

In contrast, the cyan figure still maintains a height of 970 million feet, and its bloodline fluctuates like a tide, showing no signs of fading away.

"The divine power of this life-loving Taoist... is too great."

Murderous intent flashed in Zhenzun Wuchi's eyes, as if he was considering whether to take action.

In terms of strength, he is naturally not as good as the Spirit Emperor, but he is still the True Master of Four Difficulties. Together, the two of them will not be at a disadvantage even if they are no match for Taoist Taoist Xi Ming.

After pondering for a moment, Zhenzun Wuchi shook his head.

There is no enmity between the Six Realms of the West and the Eight-Eyed Sect, so why bother? Besides, it would not sound good if the two great deities teamed up to deal with a Taoist who cherishes his life.

…

In the void, the roar is still there.

The aura of the True Lord of the Spirit Race continued to fade, and even the speed of swinging the halberd slowed down a bit, which showed that the divine power in his body was no longer as good as before.

Maintaining a body of hundreds of millions of feet and being in a high-intensity fighting state, the divine power is consumed too quickly.

Even if there are a large number of magical medicines and rare treasures in the body, there is still no time to refine them.

call!

Black and white palm prints kept falling.

Without the suppression of time rules, Gu Xiuyun's momentum increased instead of decreasing. Every palm contained unparalleled power, and the suppressed True Master of the Spirit Clan was in great pain.

Tear!

The sharp fingertips passed across the figure of the silver armor, and actually tore a huge gap on the surface of the armor, and the killing power poured into it. Coupled with the power of the shock thorn, the face of the true master of the spirit race turned pale, and he clenched his fist tightly. The halberd he held almost fell out of his hand.

"After I have practiced hard for hundreds of thousands of years and am a member of the Spiritual Clan, how can I not be as good as a junior like you?"

The True Lord of the Spirit Clan roared angrily and once again pushed his divine power to the extreme.

However, although divine power can be activated, the weakness of the inner world and bloodline is difficult to compensate for. Even if the time rules are pushed to the extreme, they will only be tied with Gu Xiuyun and will no longer have the upper hand.

"You still refuse to admit defeat? Then you can't blame me."

Gu Xiuyun turned his palm over, and a scale appeared in front of him. A steady stream of true energy poured into the depth of the scale, and silver flying insects appeared quietly one after another, biting towards the True Master of the Spirit Clan.

Click! Click!

The bite of the demon scale flying insect was extremely strong, and it quickly devoured a large amount of flesh and blood of the True Lord of the Spirit Clan.

Those flesh and blood are composed of blood and divine power. Losing one point means that the strength is weakened.

"This junior actually still has the energy to activate extraordinary objects?"

The face of the True Lord of the Spirit Clan was pale and pale.

In terms of the number of treasures, he is no less than others, but ordinary treasures have no meaning to the peak true master.

Slightly more powerful strange objects also consume a lot of divine power.

At this moment, his divine power has been exhausted. Even if he has a rare item in hand, he can't activate it. Besides, except for the mysterious jade pendant of Dongyan Zhenzun, ordinary treasures can't hurt the peak Zhenzun at all.

"Senior, if you continue like this, how long can you last?" Gu Xiuyun

asked loudly.

As he spoke, black and white palm prints continued to fall.

The True Lord of the Spirit Tribe tried his best to swing the halberd, but as his physical body collapsed, his strength was no longer as good as before, and he would retreat thousands of miles with every collision.

In just a short moment, they retreated to the edge of the West Pole boundary.

…

"Taoist Xi Ming's strength has actually reached this level?"

The demon clan venerables who were watching the battle from a distance looked surprised and looked at the Shenwu Demon King one by one, "Brother Shenwu, did you already know this?"

"How can you imagine the methods of the high priest?"

The Shenwu Demon King looked calm and calm.

However, it was even more surprised than the other demon clan venerables.

"The current high priest is probably not much different from the Eight-Eyed God. What will it look like one day when the God wakes up?"

"Bah, I wonder what these useless things are for. The fall of the god is an indisputable fact."

The Divine Crow Demon King shook his head secretly.

…

Outside the Shanshui hut, three figures sat in front of the water mirror.

"What a powerful insect beast. No wonder Junior Xi Ming dares to go to the Six Western Realms alone. With his current strength, even if the Spirit Emperor and Wu Chi join forces, they can't do anything to him."

Tianxing Zhenzun said.

"Compared to the insect beast, the divine power in his body is what really surprised me," Bai Zezhenzun stared into the depths of the mirror, "A body of 970 million feet, and it is at the level of Zhenzun, it will be consumed every moment. The massive spiritual power, although the true energy is much stronger than ordinary divine power, can’t last long.”

"Could it be the origin of the Tianjipan world?"

"It's impossible. It takes a lot of time to refine the origin. Ordinary fighting is enough. Fighting at this level is simply impossible."

"This boy has a big secret hidden in him. Unfortunately, with his current strength, we are no longer qualified to interrogate him."

…

Moro Realm.

"The true master-level insect beast...compared to before, this junior's strength has improved a lot. Zen Heart, I'm afraid you will have no hope of revenge in this life."

The golden figure looked at the bald monk beside him.

"Damn young man, has the Zen sect ever suffered such an insult? I will never forget this debt." Zhenxin Zhenzhen gritted his front teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

This was the first time since he entered the True Master Realm that he was trapped in an underground abyss and almost couldn't escape.

If the protector hadn't taken action himself, Zen would have fallen into the hands of the life-loving Taoist.

"Instead of thinking so much, it is better to spend more time understanding the Taoism." The golden figure shook his head slightly, "You have also seen the changes in the eternal child. In a million years at most, it will be able to understand the complete rules of cause and effect and step into the world. "Respect the realm."

"At that time...not only will the Zen sect be destroyed, but I will also die."

"Ancestor, is there really no other way?" Zen Heart Master asked.

"No."

The golden-painted figure shook his head indifferently, "It took me thirty-seven million years of meditation to realize that the Buddha's Kingdom is in my palm. Only this method can allow me to absorb a massive amount of soul power in a short period of time and reach the peak of the Six Difficulties."

"Disciple understands."

The Zen Heart Master looked sad.

…

In the realm of the heavens, nearly thirty true masters are paying attention to the six realms of the west.

The fight between Taoist Xi Ming and the Spirit Emperor shocked the powerful men in the world, and the greed and covetousness in their hearts quietly disappeared.

The Zhenzun-level insect beast is indeed powerful, but it must have enough divine power to maintain it.

Not to mention ordinary venerables, even true venerables would not be able to fight for such a long time.

They had to admit that Taoist Xi Ming already had the capital to compete in the world.