Chapter 260: Refining the True Spirit with the Sword

"Did you let that guy really run away?"

Below, the same gaze was watching that ray of condensed white light traveling through the void and leaving, ‘Qu Junhou’s expression couldn’t help but become extremely gloomy.

he knows.

Although his resurrection is irreversible, he has still planted a huge disaster after all!

Once the other person's reincarnation is successful, one day in the future, the Taiyi Boundless Taoist Sect will know about it. At that time, if I were still just a Celestial Immortal True King, I would inevitably enter a state of eternal disaster.

The Immortal Golden Immortal may still be able to save his life!

Think of this.

‘Qu Junhou glanced at Zhang Jing unconsciously.

The culprit was Zhang Jing, who was blocking his and others' footsteps. Without the other party's obstruction, it would be absolutely impossible for the remnant spirit of the God of Shou to escape.

"The matter has reached this point, and there is no other way but to speed up the progress."

"There is also Zhang Jing, a little guy with the qualifications of a golden immortal. After the two souls merge, he will be snatched away as soon as possible, and then he will return to Qingxiaoxuan Tomorrow to find a suitable opportunity to quickly improve his cultivation level as soon as possible. Prove the true king of heavenly immortals.”

"At the same time, look for traces of the remnant spirit of the God of Longevity in the surrounding world."

"Hmph, it's just a ray of true spirit. It can't run far, and he can't enter the Xuanhuang Realm. It won't be too difficult to find it."

Future plans quietly take shape in my mind.

But there was an inexplicable worry in his heart: As Zhang Jing is a true disciple, what protection does the Taoist sect give him?

The God of Fortune doesn't know and doesn't want to know.

Ever since he was convinced that Zhang Jing possessed the qualifications of an immortal golden immortal and regarded it as the most important part of his resurrection, he could no longer look back.

Anyway, even if you don't do this, you will die with the Night World sooner or later.

It's better to go crazy.

Once successful, the immortal golden immortal Dao Lord is in sight. Since the Dao is immortal and I am immortal, the heavens, time and space will be free and at ease forever.

How happy is that?

The mind returns to reality.

In sight.

A dim yellow fairy light sank into the ground at a very fast speed, and then left the battlefield in an instant, flying straight towards the entrance of the forbidden land.

The others were about to get up and catch up, intending to take advantage of the opportunity to pursue and kill them, but they were unexpectedly stopped by 'Qu Junhou.

"Don't worry about him for now. I have something to tell you."

He shouted softly.

At the same time, the Black Mist Throne above his head became more and more solid, exuding a vast and majestic terrifying aura.

"Please give me your orders, Lord!"

Hearing this, everyone on the battlefield immediately turned around, looking feverishly at 'Qu Junhou and the throne behind him.

"This time the Longevity Demon in the Forbidden Land is destroyed and humanity flourishes. I will retreat here to digest the harvest. After you go out, you must activate the Great Yin, Beiyuan and all the human forces including the East China Sea countries to do their best to wipe out the wandering people outside. Monsters. From spirits to demons, no one can be spared."

"This is our human race's general attack on the demons!"

"As for the forbidden area at the end of the East China Sea, I will go there in person after I leave the border this time. All you have to do is guard the gate of the forbidden area's Demon Suppression Tower. You must not let anyone in, nor let the monsters come out."

'Qu Junhou said calmly, his face calm.

"Yes!" everyone replied in unison.

Subsequently.

"Your Majesty, I dare to ask you, how should we deal with your senior brother?" The multi-eyed king below suddenly flashed his eyes and asked tentatively.

"Senior brother?"

'Qu Junhou pondered for a moment, and then said softly:

"Since my senior brother has taken refuge in the monsters, he is a traitor to the human race. In this way, we will tell Da Yin, the tribes in the Northern Plains, and the countries in the East China Sea to fully arrest Zhang Jing! In addition, since he has taken refuge in the monsters, there is a high probability that he will Go to the extreme end of the Eastern Sea or the forbidden land deep in the Northern Plains.”

Say it.

He looked directly at the King of Many Eyes.

"King Domu, I remember that you, King Black Horn, and King Yufeng once teamed up to repel him. So it will be up to the three of you to chase him this time."

"In addition, the Great Yin royal family will dispatch three more king-level powerful men to assist the three kings of Duomu."

‘Qu Junhou turned his attention to the old man of the royal family.

"The six of you join forces. Although it is not enough to kill my senior brother, it is enough to hold him back. We must make it difficult for him to move even an inch and unable to reach the two remaining forbidden places for demons, so as not to destroy our human race." Big devil thing.”

"Wait a minute, my lord, isn't that man called Feng Wuyu?" the old man from the royal family asked.

"That's a fake name."

‘Qu Junhou paused, and then his eyes swept across the faces of everyone present.

"As for the others, according to what I just said, start a full-scale killing of the demons in the outside world."

"I obey my Lord's orders!"

In an instant, everyone shouted excitedly.

Among them, the expressions on the faces of the three Domoku Kings were the most excited.

They were originally worried that the king-level being named Zhang Jing would use his identity as senior master to embarrass themselves and others. However, they did not expect that this person would go crazy, commit himself to demons, and become the enemy of the mighty heaven.

"No matter how strong you are, so what? In the end, there is a right way to die."

The three of them thought in unison.

Time passed slowly.

In the blood-stained forbidden area.

There are no branches and leaves left, and only an extremely thick trunk that reaches the sky is left. The body of the longevity god has been wrapped in the black mist that is so thick that it has become a substance. There are waves of tearing and swallowing sounds that seem to be there. came from the depths of the fog.

And under the tree.

‘Qu Junhou sat cross-legged.

Behind him, on the throne formed by the condensed black mist, a strange and majestic figure wearing a three-color crown and three-color imperial robe slowly appeared. He had three heads and three faces, looking in different directions. He was extremely majestic.

There is only a faint outline on the right side of the head of this strange figure.

However, the head on the left side appeared quickly, and its old and kind face was vaguely visible.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

boom--

The remains of the longevity god suddenly collapsed and turned into powder.

The black mist that filled the sky was like hundreds of swallows returning to their nests, returning to Qu Junhou's body one after another.

next moment.

A majestic momentum shot into the sky, directly dispelling the dark clouds overhead.

At the same time, along with a dull sound, huge cracks began to appear on the ground one after another, and then large areas began to collapse.

It was as if the earth suddenly carried something incredibly heavy.

this moment.

‘Qu Junhou’s figure quietly disappeared.

Instead, there is a figure of a brilliant emperor three hundred feet high. On the three-color emperor's robe, the fairy light is constantly flowing, and the hanging necklace is like a thread of fate, which is connected with good and bad luck.

The three faces, either old or young, all convey a sense of divine majesty.

Eyes lowered, patrolling the world.

Behind this emperor, a vast and boundless sea of ​​magnetic aurora loomed, with a magnificent throne standing quietly in the middle.

"As soon as the breakthrough was made, the three hundred feet of aurora magnetization gave birth to the Dharma of the Heavenly Official Emperor? The Xuanhuang Realm Dao Sect's Immortal Dharma is indeed extraordinary."

"It's a pity that the Dharma is still incomplete in the way of cultivating the gods."

"It seems that we are going to the end of the East China Sea. Old friend, hehe——"

The majestic voice, accompanied by the creepy evil laughter, instantly resounded throughout the forbidden area.

The next moment.

The huge emperor's dharma image took one step forward, and his body instantly shattered into the void and disappeared into the forbidden area.

same moment.

Qingxiaoxuan tomorrow, Lingshu Mountain Dojo, Qingjing Palace.

"Finally...it's done!"

On the futon.

Zhang Jing suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying knife intent flashed through his dark pupils. Through this ray of sword intent, it seems that countless gods can be seen sinking under the scarlet fire demon sword, and their bodies and souls are destroyed.

Not even the true spirit can escape.

Inside Niwan Palace.

The jade talisman flashed slightly.

[Tai Shang Hongye Immortal Killing Demonic Sword·Level 4 (190 million)]

Skill characteristics: Karma returns to the source (immortal), sword refines the true spirit (immortal)

"The sword refines the true spirit, the sword merges the true spirit, and the sword cuts the true spirit!"

"From then on, this magic sword has truly become one with the inheritance, and it has truly become one with me. The true spirit magic sword is indeed very mysterious. No wonder even Teacher Qiyu Shenjun wanted to ask Jiuli The world shaman clan seeks to obtain the Dao Sutra of the Dutian God Evil Spirit Treasure."

Zhang Jing smiled calmly.

Upgrading the Taishang Hongye Immortal Killing Demonic Sword to level 4 adds the added skill feature of Sword Refining True Spirit, which can be said to be a perfect fit for my current path of nurturing many natal worlds, as well as my innate divine self.

Zhang Jing knew that he had made a lot of money.

After all, he just lent the Jiuchen Tiangang Dao Monument to Senior Xuangang, but what he got in exchange was a true spiritual treasure.

Something seemed to come to mind.

Zhang Jing's eyes flashed suddenly.

The small bloody magic knife emerged from nothingness in an instant, then turned into a red light and disappeared again.

"I hope the Houtu clone can gain something in the Netherworld. Next, it's time to fully comprehend the remaining great magical powers."

Zhang Jing secretly said.

He closed his eyes again, and the hall fell into silence for an instant.