Chapter 709 178. The Realm of Absolute Soul and Absolute Magic
Yun Zhongjun could no longer see Li Xian's figure.
Because when Li Xian passed through the light rain, his flawless divine body cracked, and two deformed spear-like sharp blades pierced the skin from his body, and his two eyes instantly turned into blood holes, and he said "Wow——" With a sound of spitting out the blood of the Supreme God, the thirty-three days were dyed an ominous dark red. On the throne of Yun Yiyi, two of the three circling divine birds exploded, and huge cracks spread on the throne.
Those are two fragments of time causing trouble.
The first time he was hit by the fragments of time, he used Feng's position and Taoyun Nirvana to restore the Nirvana of Death, but the killed Yun Zhongjun was changed into his past body.
The second time, the fragments of time were used as the destined target, piercing Yun Zhongjun's chest.
Their influence has not disappeared because the concept of time remains.
At this moment, the third spear of time penetrated his body, stimulating the power of the other two fragments buried in Yun Zhongjun's body.
Three spears of time are buried in Yun Zhongjun's body, and his figure appears twice. They are the three major methods of killing the past, present and future in the timeline!
Li Xi'an stretched out his hand towards Yun Zhongjun, and his golden body was shattered by the backlash. Yun Zhongjun was still struggling. As Zhu said, some existences are like dams in the rapids. To tear down the dam, you can only use more terrifying methods. flood! The fragments of the three-handled throne sank into his body together and took effect together, but they could not extinguish him.
Zhi caught up and held down the struggling Yun Zhongjun's wings. Zhu Jiuyin snaked around Yun Zhongjun's body. At the same time, he bit his neck. His muscles exerted force and locked him instantly. die! But Yun Zhongjun could not be easily restrained. The two sides fell into a long wrestling process, and Li Xian's golden body above Yun Zhongjun's head was immortal, with flowing golden patterns on his feathers, and the activation of Zhoufa. He was watching from a distance!
What else is missing!
The lotus flowers in Li Xi'an's eyes were burning.
At this moment, he escaped into the history that belonged to Yun Zhongjun, looking for an opportunity to kill such creatures!
In the distant ancient times, on the altar of Tianyang, all the spirits were the spirit emperor's carriage, singing high praises to the cloud god.
He searched for the words on the altar and pursued the birth of the ancient gods in Tianyang. This move was very dangerous. When he pierced the throne of time into the body of Yun Zhongjun for the first time, he activated Zhoufa and the throne of time to kill Yun Zhongjun. Looking back on the timeline, in Yun Zhongjun's history, he touched the purple meaning like the morning glow, and the dark purple color had the vastness like the deep space.
Li Xi'an didn't know who it was, but it must be a deity from Yun Zhongjun's era, or maybe even Taiyi, the supreme god of Tianyang mentioned by Zhi.
To kill the history of Yun Zhongjun will inevitably attract the attention of the gods of that period of history. Last time, Li Xi'an did not choose to go deep into it in order to avoid being noticed, but this time, Li Xi'an put aside the gaze and darkness from the depths of the years, and stepped straight in, stepping into the ancient times of Tianyang.
In the real scene, Li Xi'an clasped his hands and sat cross-legged on Yun Zhongjun's head.
The timelines between him and Yun Zhongjun were connected.
This shocked Zhu Jiuyin and Zhi. They looked at Li Xian, as if they didn't understand his intention for such a bold move.
His eyes were lowered, and his mournful and sacred posture was reflected in Yun Zhongjun's eyes. He couldn't help but feel strange and uneasy, as if this Li Xian suddenly turned into another unknown thing.
Li Xi'an brushed his hand across the altar and walked through the center of the thunder cloud.
He came to the birthplace of Yunzhongjun.
The thunder and lightning and clouds surrounding the ancient cloud god were actually rushing towards him. In reality, Yun Zhongjun's Tao Yun gradually dimmed. He stepped forward to crush the wisp of wind in the center of the thunder cloud. Yun Zhongjun was struck by three people. The fragments of time are fixed in the present world. Even if Li Xi'an walks into his history, he will not be able to exert any power here.
But just when Li Xi'an was about to crush the wisp of wind, a hand with sharp bones held down his wrist. A man in dark uniform stood aside and said coldly: "It's really you, how brave you are!"
In an instant, the timeline behind Li Xi'an was severed. The moment the man appeared, he cut off the source of Li Xi'an's arrival, trapping him in the ancient times of Tianyang just like he trapped Yun Zhongjun. The purple intention that opened up the Hongmeng filled the air following the trajectory of the stars in all realms. The law of creation was written here, and it pressed on Li Xi'an with a huge force, asking him to kowtow.
Li Xi'an's golden body was bent and his spine was broken, but his eyes were still staring at the man in black uniform.
The throne of time rises and responds to the present world. When encountering this creature, he has to leave.
The man frowned, and with a slight swipe of his finger, the throne of time was split in half, and Li Xi'an's body was cut open. There was no blood in the fracture, and it was a flat surface as smooth as gold. Li Xi'an seemed to be unable to feel the danger and pain. He indifferently drew out the Xijian and pointed it at the center of the wind and thunder.
"It's so stupid!" the man said in a deep voice.
Xijian couldn't move forward an inch.
A simple and heavy brass bell appeared behind the man, and Li Xi'an's soul was being stripped away by the big bell.
But before the big bell could condense into a solid body, the man's figure suddenly became unstable, and the azure Taoist rhyme penetrated from his body. Li Xi'an only heard a thunderous sound in his ears, followed by a majestic dragon roar. , his pressure suddenly disappeared.
I saw the clear lake surface and sky rushing in from a distance, swallowing up the ancient time and space of Tianyang bit by bit.
The man's big bell disappeared, and the dark purple Dao Yun filled with the power of creating the world disappeared.
The realm of absolute spirituality and absolute magic.
The texture of blue scales appeared in the sky, and a pair of wings hung down with light. The light fell on the man in black uniform, dissipating his power in this space and time. The man sighed, and finally turned into a pool of black water.
Li Xi'an's remaining upper body swung the Xijian and slashed towards the center of the wind and thunder.
"Boom——!" The sky and the earth roared, and the wind and thunder danced wildly!
The next moment, Li Xi'an was pulled out of this time and space. He returned to Taixu in the present world, and returned to the head of Yun Zhongjun. He was still sitting cross-legged, and Yun Zhongjun was still struggling, as if the scene just now was nothing more than a dream.
But a crack was torn open in the sky, and the light of the azure lake spread over. In another space and time, an arm covered with blue scales threw an object wrapped in firelight. Li Xi'an raised his hand to take it, without even looking at it. What on earth is this? He twitched the object with his backhand and chopped off Yun Zhongjun's head in one breath!
Yun Zhongjun's screams stopped, his head turned into ashes as he fell, and the throne suddenly disappeared, not even the residue was left.
The struggling huge body was unable to lower its wings, and Zhu Jiuyin and Zhi were stunned for a moment.
Electric arcs arose in the corners of Li Xi'an's eyes, the wind and clouds surged under his will, and it started to rain heavily on the thirty-three days. The flames surrounding the object slowly extinguished. It was a broad and eight-sided red sword. He washed the sword body with rainwater, revealing the extra inscriptions on the sword body.
"The ultimate soul and magic are all empty."
Li Xi'an took a deep breath. Under the heavy rain, the sea of suffering was full of ripples. In the rain curtain, Yun Zhongjun's headless body also turned into ashes and was washed away by the rain.