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Golden Temple.

The white-armored woman's phantom looked at Jiang Han quietly, she knew very well that Jiang Han had reached the most critical juncture, and the more difficult it became in the end, there were many geniuses in history who wanted to fuse this treasure, but in the end they all failed.

Some of them were peerless geniuses, and later even became kings and even emperors.

"Your physical body is already very strong, and after the world in your body is fused with the Realm Wood, your physical body should have reached a thousand-fold basic life level. The white-armored woman muttered, "And you have comprehended the true meaning of the Great Dao and understood the law of water, and the origin of the law of the universe will be more tolerant to you, and it will also improve your success... Be sure to get through it. ”

Time passes.

The integration has entered the final stage, and the countless golden secret patterns have been completely engraved on Jiang Han's divine soul, but the process of colluding with each other is even more thrilling and difficult, even with the strength of Jiang Han's divine soul body, it feels extremely painful.

"You have to live, you have to keep going. Jiang Han's soul was roaring, roaring: "The eighteen layers of hell have not worn me out, the divine abyss has not been able to crush me, no one can do it, no one can do it." ”

It's not just the fear of death.

It's not just about fusing this magical artifact.

It was even more of the obsession in Jiang Han's heart: "This is the test of the eighth level, Qin'er, I must enter the ninth level, whether the goddess is you or not, I must know your news." ”

"Definitely!"

"Definitely!"

This is the deepest obsession in his heart, the desire for his lover, the belief that even Meng Po Tang has not been able to erase, how many hardships have he experienced, how many years he has experienced, and now he finally sees a glimmer of hope, how can he give up?

With the passage of time.

"Jean. ”

His will is like a knife, and his mind is like a blade, but his physical body can no longer withstand the mysterious power brought by the golden secret pattern, and the flesh and blood that merge with the soul and the flesh have a tendency to collapse.

It's not about the will, it's not about the soul.

Once there is a tendency to collapse, it is an irreversible failure.

"Are you going to fail?"

"No!"

Jiang Han's divine soul was roaring, he was enduring unprecedented pain, trying his best to control his body, trying to operate the golden secret patterns of the divine soul fusion, he was struggling with all his might.

But... It was just a futile struggle, and as he struggled and resisted, the soul core had a faint tendency to shatter.

"Do you still want to fail after all?" There was a trace of unbearability in the eyes of the white-armored woman: "It's all fused to this point, except for the two people in the legend, all I know, only you have fused to this point... It turned out to be a failure. ”

In the long river of years, the genius who fused this treasure is unknown, but only two people succeeded in fusion, and after their rise, they truly suppressed an era and became an insurmountable monument to countless strong people for a period of time.

Since then, no one has been able to fuse successfully.

"Many people have high expectations of you, and to this day, your performance has lived up to their expectations... But compared to those two, you may still be inferior. The white-armored woman sighed in her heart.

She knows very well that in the era of those two people, how many gorgeous characters have been eclipsed, the world of great contention, and the competition of thousands of ways, are all brilliant and brilliant, but who knows the endless heroic blood in it.

The ups and downs of the primeval world eventually only became the name of Taiyi.

The ten emperors are the same as the Hui, but they can't resist the power of the Hantian Emperor.

"Since it is difficult for you to embark on this glorious road, then let the brilliant return to peace, and the splendor will turn into silence and ordinary... Maybe it's your best home. The white-armored woman muttered to herself, she was ready to strike.

As for the promise to the soldier master?

What kind of person is she? How can she really be afraid of the master?

Call~

Invisible snowflakes containing mysterious power dispersed in the golden temple out of thin air, forming a huge Taiji-like formation, enveloping Jiang Han in the very center.

Only at the thought of the white-armored woman.

And Jiang Han, who is in a desperate situation, has long been unable to explore everything in the outside world, and he does not know what he will face if he fails.

But he's still getting close to full strength.

"Unwilling!"

"Fusion!"

He was already close to his limit, the core of his divine soul was collapsing, and the body that had been cultivated into the three turns of the Eight or Nine Xuangong also had a tendency to collapse, the blood was constantly flowing, and the normal fusion process would not be so miserable even if it failed.

But Jiang Han... He spelled everything out... Even lives!

But all this is irreversible after all.

Fail... Right in front of you.

Suddenly... The entire Golden Temple began to tremble, and the golden pillars that had been standing released brilliant light, filling the entire Temple with divine and peaceful.

Jiang Han's inner world core.

Endless illusory landscapes are evolving.

Countless gods and demons are roaring in the sky, there are giants who step on the earth, there are true dragons rising tens of thousands of miles long, there is a figure holding a golden giant bell tearing the sky, there is an old man in a robe sitting in a simple palace, and there is a holy spirit holding a giant axe standing in the endless chaotic airflow...

And in the center of these countless scenes, there is the boundary wood, and the phantom of one gold, one black and two drops of liquid.

Two drops of liquid swirled around the Boundary Wood sapling.

Jiang Han's consciousness completely contracted his soul, and he couldn't see this scene, but he still vaguely sensed this scene, and in a hazy way, it seemed to see the opening of heaven and earth, the evolution of life, and the extinction of all things... All this is the true meaning of the operation of all things in the universe, and contains the true rhyme of the avenue.

Chaotic ups and downs, scene evolution, one gold and one black two drops of liquid, containing endless mysteries and endless truths, circling and blending, can evolve the world's spiritual show.

Jiang Han's divine soul, which was about to be extinguished, seemed to sense it, and it seemed that it had evolved another heaven and earth in the infinite death realm, touched the true meaning of the countless golden secret patterns, and had a deeper understanding of the eternal true blood that had already been fused.

Two drops of liquid, accompanied by each other, surround the boundary wood, and the three seem to have a tendency to be one.

"Before there is no end to one yuan, I will be the beginning!" A light drink sounded, Jiang Han's Dao rhyme and mind merged into the three, and unconsciously, he urged all this to happen.

Thundered~

The endless illusion began to dissipate, and the ripples of the avenue spread across the vast world of hundreds of millions of miles.

Eternal True Blood, Golden Liquid, and Boundary Wood surrounded each other, colluding with each other, and turned into a cyan lotus.

Padmasambhava has two leaves, or there are defects that have not been perfected, just like the eternal hundreds of millions of years have not changed, and as if they have evolved for thousands of years, every trace of the lotus leaves is full of supreme Taoism, deriving countless traces of the Great Dao.

This green lotus is like the manifestation of the origin of the Great Dao.

...

At the same time, the Origin of the Universe, which gave birth to the Endless Galaxy, seemed to sense something, triggering a chain reaction, causing the entire Origin of the Universe to tremble slightly, of course, such a change was very small and had no effect on the operation of the vast universe.

What's more, even immortal powerhouses whose consciousness can be integrated into the origin of the universe can hardly sense such subtle fluctuations.

But.

In a dangerous and terrifying place in the vast galaxy, countless volcanoes are undulating, countless flames are rising, and suddenly endless magma spirals up from the volcanoes, quickly turning into an eye the size of a star, which contains endless power.

This eye looked to the end through the endless time and space, and seemed to look into the deepest part of the universe: "The origin of the universe is shaking, who is coming back? Or is something big happening?" ”

"What choice should I make this time?"

...

A vast world in the galaxy of the universe, in which the mighty blood-colored ocean is undulating, and in the infinite blood-colored ocean there are towering temples suspended one after another, and countless powerful beings live, including holy realms, gods and demons.

In the center of the whole world, there is a majestic temple that is thousands of miles high and tens of thousands of miles long, and it is lonely.

Inside the temple, there is a quiet lotus pond.

A middle-aged man in a black robe, sitting cross-legged on a blood-colored lotus platform, suddenly opened his eyes, his face changed slightly, and he turned his head to look out of the endless time and space, as if he saw the movement of the origin of the universe.

"It's... Who? Who is the person who has not traveled against the tide of fate? Who has caused the origin of the universe to have a trace of emotional fluctuations... It's exciting. The black-robed middle-aged man muttered to himself.

"Because of what?"

...

Almost at this moment

In the vast universe, all the ancients sensed this change in the origin of the universe, although this fluctuation was small, but how keen was their sense? However, although they were shocked, too many great things had happened in the past few hundred years, and this was just one of the more special things, and it did not cause much turmoil.

It just makes these ancients more careful.

...

A place of endless darkness and silence.

In the courtyard in the middle of the castle.

The black-robed old man stood by the pond, looked down at a small black fish in the water, and said softly, "Did you succeed?" This is fate!

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