Chapter 277 The Emperor's Alternative Cutting Off
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Yang Zhu's entire body was immersed in the fairy pool, with only his shoulders exposed. When you come out, the essence of ten thousand dragon mountains gathers in the pool. The word "majestic" is not enough to describe it.
Those pure essences of life are accumulated and precipitated over the past six months. They are born for the hope of becoming an immortal. Every strand of them is priceless.
Even those rare spiritual plants cannot compare with it.
The rich dragon energy essence flowed along Yang Zhu's skin and was quickly absorbed and refined. Soon, Yang Zhu's whole body was overwhelmed by billions of rays of fairy light, making it difficult to see clearly.
Even his skin was tinged with a layer of purple-gold light, which was a sign that the blood was overflowing outwards.
In the fairy pond, Yang Zhu is deep in the mist, comprehending the Taoist charm of this place and the so-called opportunity to become an immortal.
Although Heaven’s grand plan of millions of years was not successful, there are many things that can be learned from.
One month passed in the blink of an eye. When Yang Zhu opened his eyes again, a wisp of extreme power throbbed in his body.
"Buzz!"
The Zhuxian Formation and the Imperial Sword emerged, surrounding Yang Zhu, with wisps of imperial power permeating the air. The murderous intention that could cut off even the Dao and the Reason revived and slowly fell down.
“What are you doing?”
Saint Maiden of Yaochi, who was still comprehending the Taoist pattern of the Bronze Cauldron, was shocked. Didn’t she say she was going to retreat? Why did she sacrifice the Jidao Emperor Armament?
"Do you know why most of the emperor's sons are sealed, because..."
Yang Zhu looked at the other party and explained very patiently.
The emperor's son has been accompanied by glory and sorrow since his birth.
Why do you say sad? Because their father is the living emperor, it is destined that no matter how great their talents and bloodline are, they will not be able to break the suppression of the laws of heaven and their own imperial laws, and they are destined to be unable to attain enlightenment.
Then they had no choice but to live in dust and avoid this life with their father. During this time, the years passed and they had to go through a long period of loneliness and suffering.
When they broke the seal and were born, everything was already artificial, and it was destined that the father who was once invincible in heaven and earth, respected by the universe, had come to an end.
"Sealed in dust for tens of thousands of years, only those who have experienced this kind of suffering can know it."
Not only do you have to bear the pain of losing everything, but also because there is the imprint of the imperial way in your blood, you want to prove the way more than others. difficult.
After almost becoming a quasi-emperor, the emperor will stop moving forward and find it difficult to break through that unbreakable shackles.
And as his father became more powerful, the shackles became more and more difficult to break, just like the curse that the Holy Body cannot practice, it is unshakable!
This is also the reason why no matter how glorious the great emperors and ancient emperors in the past, present and future were during their lifetimes, none of their heirs can attain enlightenment.
Of course, the Emperor Wushi is an exception, because he is too evil.
Does that mean that all the emperor’s sons are unable to attain enlightenment?
Yes, that is to cut off the cultivation base, start training again, and cut off the imperial brand in the blood before becoming a saint!
"I understand, Emperor Wushi used this method to successfully attain enlightenment, so now you have to remove the mark of the imperial path from your body."
Saint Maiden of Yaochi Mingwu, Everyone in the world knew that the emperor's son had infinite glory, but they didn't know that there was such a fateful bondage.
"Yes, this process takes a long time and is very complicated."
Just like Yang Zhu's situation, his father has no beginning and is too invincible and powerful, so his mark is even more difficult to remove.
“I believe you.”
Without too many words, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi picked up a strand of green hair with her green fingers and smiled faintly: “I will wait for you outside until You succeeded."
After saying that, she looked deeply at Yang Zhu, then turned and left.
After just a moment, Yang Zhu readjusted his mentality, and soon his eyes became extremely determined, and he was about to start a different kind of "killing the way".
For ordinary monks, the Immortal Three Cuts Path is a watershed. Only those with extraordinary talents can succeed. Most monks are stuck at that threshold throughout their lives.
For an emperor like Yang Zhu, the Immortal Three Ways of Killing is not that difficult. The real way of cutting is to remove the imprint of the Emperor's Way from oneself.
"Boom!"
Zi Jin's blood energy surged, and in just a moment, the overwhelming laws of the Imperial Dao were slowly forced out of the body by Yang Zhu.
In an instant, the laws of the Imperial Dao were reflected in the world, densely packed, endless, and spread across every corner.
"Boom!"
The sky and the earth roared. At this moment, thousands of dragon mountains were shocked. The dragon head seemed to come alive, and the divine waterfall it revealed flowed upstream and was contained in the mouth again.
Immediately afterwards, the terrain here was affected, and the Great Emperor's killing formation was restrained, revealing the power of killing immortals, and thousands of dragons and mountains trembled together.
“Boom…”
On the sky, thousands of feet of murderous intent fell down, and the void in front of it collapsed into nothingness after just touching a wisp of breath.
The power of world destruction is stirring, sweeping across wantonly, beginning to obliterate those imperial laws.
“Ka…Ka Ka…Ka…”
Even the great array set up by Yuan Tianshi and the Ancient Emperor could not erase those marks instantly, only a little bit. of crushing.
Yang Zhu knows that there is no hope of becoming an immortal here, but he still wants to go deep, firstly to obtain the treasure, and the bigger reason is to use the terrain here to cut off his own path.
This place is now covered by a kind of power that can kill immortals. It is rumbling and making the nine heavens and the earth tremble. Even if the Great Sage accidentally enters and gets a wisp of it, he will be beaten to ashes in an instant!
Ten Thousand Dragon Mountains, this miraculous place of immortality, is flooded by billions of rays of celestial light. It is full of auspiciousness and auspiciousness, and it can be said that there is unlimited murderous intent.
The stone plate engraved with the Wu Shi Killing Formation hung above Yang Zhu's head. The four imperial swords were located in four directions. The formation map was now extended to surround him in a circle.
Otherwise, even if he is contaminated by a ray of murderous intent from outside, he will also be reduced to ashes!
Yang Zhu used special methods, and more and more imperial marks were forced out of his blood.
Each strand and each one contains a faint imperial power, which is extremely bright and exudes the brilliance of divinity, as if it is immortal for all eternity. It is a trace of the original Dao.
This is an extremely consuming process. Fortunately, the immortal pond under him serves as a steady supply of supplements, which makes it less strenuous for him.
In the Kunlun Mountains, the murderous intent to destroy the world was endless, and it lasted for a full two years before gradually calming down.
"It's finally better."
It took two years to come into contact with this place and cut off the imperial brand in the blood.
At this time, his blood was still purple and golden, with a strong life breath, holy and crystal clear, not much changed from before, but it was less bound by the imperial brand.
"It's time to come."
After returning to his best condition, Yang Zhu's eyes flashed, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation revived and slashed towards his body.
After cutting off the brand in the blood, the next step is to remove the brand in the flesh.
Except for his physical body, no one in his sea of suffering and Sendai was spared...
This is an extremely painful process, which is equivalent to using the ultimate imperial power to cut off the brand in the body inch by inch.
That kind of pain goes deep into the bone marrow, no less than a bone-breaking cramp...
But Yang Zhu has no retreat. He wants to prove the truth, resurrect his relatives, and suppress this world. , to suppress all disasters!
Therefore, he can only move forward resolutely. He believes that as long as he has the belief to move forward, there are no shackles that cannot be broken!
It is said that the Zhuxian Sword Formation can kill immortals, and it is also among the best among the Ji Dao Emperor soldiers. Now that the power of killing immortals has turned into the power of slashing, peeling off and killing the mark in Yang Zhu's skin inch by inch, the pain can be imagined.
In less than half a day, Yang Zhu's forehead was soaked with cold sweat, but he never shouted a word and endured everything silently.
Half a year later, the shackles of the limbs and bones were finally wiped away, and the next step was to remove the mark on Sendai.
The dazzling Immortal Platform stood in the midst of chaos. As the power of Zhan Dao was slashed, the entire Immortal Platform was shaking. The heart-wrenching pain almost caused his soul to explode.
“Poof…”
After slashing dozens of times, a stream of blood spilled from Yang Zhu's brow, but he didn't seem to feel it, and his movements did not slow down at all.
As the imperial mark on Sendai was erased, his realm began to fluctuate, and there was a slow downward trend.
Father's love told him that this was the inevitable result, so he didn't care at all, but the offensive became more fierce...
Half a year passed quietly, and when the last trace of the imperial brand came out After being wiped out, Yang Zhu's cultivation also dropped to the first level of Xiansan.
"I succeeded..."
Until this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief. It took him three years to finally cut off all the restraints with the help of the Immortal Land and the Immortal Killing Sword Formation of Ancient Heaven.
Now that he is practicing and attaining enlightenment in the future, he no longer has to be suppressed by his father and can move forward unimpeded!
He did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he calmed down and condensed the Tao Seal again, a Tao that belonged to him alone.
The path he wants to take is a special path that can trace and evolve the origin of the universe, travel between the past and the future, and there is no resistance.
As for why it is not an invincible road? Because invincible belief is just the standard for every enlightened person. Which emperor does not have invincible belief?
Tens of thousands of peaks stand side by side, forming a valley. Each dragon-headed peak opens its mouth, and a colorful waterfall falls down. The fairy light rises and converges towards the central fairy pool.
The ribbon-shaped fairy air in the valley is lingering, the divine clouds are rising, the auspicious light is shining, and all kinds of fairy flowers are flowing, forming a magnificent fairy scene on earth.
Yang Zhu bathed in the fairy pond, his body and mind fell silent, and fell into silence in his own way.
Time passes quietly like sand between fingertips.
Two years later, Yang Zhu opened his eyes again. At this moment, the sky and the earth roared, and the avenues shook, resounding throughout the valley.
Yang Zhu's body was crystal clear, as if bathed in a layer of fairy light. His whole figure seemed to have transformed into an immortal, and his temperament was even more otherworldly.
In the past two years, not only has he condensed his own Tao, but his realm has also reached the peak of the Dao of Killing in one fell swoop. He has become a semi-saint, and his strength is hard to predict!
For him, he only needs an opportunity to become a saint.
Densely dense original Dao patterns emerged, each one shrouded in chaos, exuding endless fairy light, with the power of time flowing, like a long river rushing past.
He stretched out his crystal-clear finger, and when he reached it out, it became shaky and submerged into nothingness. He quickly pulled out.
For half a quarter of an hour, he felt an inexplicable touch on his back, as if someone tapped himself with a finger...
"Going against the long river of time may not necessarily be impossible to achieve."
At this moment , he finally transformed successfully and walked out of his own way.
Of course, with his current strength, these can at most be used for more routine events. It is far from possible for ruthless people to go back to the past to find trouble.
There is no other, because the cause and effect is too great.
"It's been five years, and I don't know what happened to Yue'er and the others."
The Earth is an ancient planet full of mystery. With the temperament of Big Black Dog and his friends, they have been designated to "explore" it a lot in the past few years.
"Wow!"
Yang Zhu sacrificed himself to the Chaos Pool and filled half of the fairy water in the fairy pool. One bowl of this liquid is worth a small medicine king and has many wonderful uses. .
“The hope of becoming an immortal…”
After taking one last look at the green tripod, Yang Zhu sank it to the bottom of the fairy pond and left without looking back.
After leaving Kunlun, he immediately deduced the location of the big black dog. Just as he was about to leave, an old voice stopped him.
"Immortal!"
Yang Zhu looked back and saw that it was the old man he met when he entered Ancient Kunlun. He was still guarding there, guarding that room.
"Immortal, it's really...it's really you..."
The old man's hair was as white as before, but his face was radiant and his energy and spirit improved a lot.
He looked at Yang Zhu and found that after five years, the latter's appearance had not changed at all, but became more and more ethereal, and he suddenly understood.
"What's wrong with the old man?" Yang Zhu asked.
"Not long after you left, your mythical beast found me again and gave me many treasures. I am deeply grateful for your kindness."
The old man was very excited and said As he said this, he was about to kneel down to Yang Zhu, but was lifted up by a gentle force.
After the big black dog left the fairy pond, he found the old man again and gave him some spiritual plants that could help improve his cultivation and increase his longevity.
This increased his lifespan by a thousand years, and allowed him to successfully break through to Shenqiao in five years.
This is tantamount to a huge opportunity for practitioners on earth today, and I am very grateful.
"You're welcome, I'm leaving now and say goodbye here."
After saying that, Yang Zhu turned into a ray of divine light and left, heading in the direction of the big black dog and the others.
"Immortal, I would like to erect a monument for you and support you from generation to generation."
The old man's cloudy eyes became brighter at this moment, and he bowed deeply in the direction where Yang Zhu left.
At this moment, the big black dog and the twelve saints were wandering in an ancient ruins. As the void shook, Yang Zhu walked out.
"Wow! Emperor's son!"
The moment he saw Yang Zhu, the big black dog screamed in excitement.
He had previously learned about Yang Zhu's true purpose of retreat from the Yaochi Saint. Although he believed in Yang Zhu, he couldn't help but sweat.
No one has ever accomplished such a feat except Emperor Wu Shi.
"Yes, they have all been killed."
Yang Zhu followed the big black dog's hair and nodded with satisfaction. It seems that this guy has gained a lot in five years.
"That's natural. Over the past five years, we have explored various ruins and found that this ancient star has many shocking secrets..."
The big black dog immediately recounted their experiences over the years.
Exploring ancient ruins, sweeping across the West, suppressing religions, wandering around Tianzhu... it was a wonderful life.
(End of this chapter)