The nourishment of the second samsaric seal quickly disappeared.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the fire was surging, and the symbols were tens of millions, converging together, like an ocean, vast and undulating, turbulent, swept in, this is all the runes of the True Dragon, Immortal Phoenix, Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, Kunpeng, Qilin, and Thunder Emperor.

The god form that fused most of the fusion in the Ding furnace suddenly exploded. Those runes have become firelight, burning, as fierce as the sun and the moon exploding, as delicate as a phoenix nirvana, blood-stained starry sky, and its sound is the first to sound!

"Poof!!"

Zhou Tong's face turned pale, and he spat out blood violently.

The fusion of the god form is becoming more and more difficult, and he is only half of the fusion now, and the road after that is even more difficult. As soon as the power of the reincarnation seal fades, the entire fusion will immediately fail.

If everything fails in the end, Zhou Tong will be equivalent to completely losing the strongest talent of the hegemon-god form!

"The third reincarnation seal, sacrifice!"

Zhou Tong immediately sacrificed his third reincarnation seal again.

"Boom!!"

The third reincarnation seal turned into a glow, constantly nourishing those exploding runes and god forms. It's like time going backwards, everything is nourished by the reincarnation seal, moving forward step by step, and the fusion is getting smoother and smoother.

When the whole was integrated to ninety, Zhou Tong immediately stopped.

The fused god form carried a stream of immortal qi, turned into a ball of essence and energy, and rose to the sky, becoming a mist of mist of light, and quickly submerged into Zhou Tongzhen's body.

"No, if you keep going, you're going to fail!" Zhou Tong silently sensed it in his heart, and then a trace of regret flashed in his heart.

Although the reincarnation seal is insufficient, as long as the reincarnation mirror is still there and the "God Emperor Sutra" can still be practiced, he can still cultivate the reincarnation seal; And at present, he can still cultivate two reincarnation seals, which is enough to complete the final transformation.

But what is really critical now is that the Dao fire and karmic fire are insufficient. See. Wool, Chinese net

Hidden on the path of becoming an immortal in the ancient world, even if those people in the outside world hate again, this hatred will gradually fade over time, which is one of the reasons why the karmic fire has weakened, no one has always been born for hatred.

As for Dao Huo.

The Dao Flames formed by the imprints of hundreds of sages were indeed extremely terrifying, but with the progress of fusing divine forms, these Dao Flames gradually became less powerful, and it was difficult to further promote the growth of Zhou Tong.

"If you want to do something, you have to go out and do something. At the very least, show your face in front of those holy places and let the karmic fire burn again. ”

"As for Dao Huo, with this gradually psychic Tyrant Bell, I don't need to worry too much......" Zhou Tong looked at his Tyrant Bell, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Isn't it the brand of a saint, a saint king, and a great sage, as long as you further refine the overlord bell and rely on the power of the divine trace purple gold, you can easily get a few hundred more brands.

Zhou Tong closed his eyes and quietly used his mind and the immortal qi that was born before to refine the Ba Zhong.

With the sacrifice, Zhou Tong's face gradually showed a hint of joy.

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright. The river flows out of the subterranean and flows into the ocean. The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, and the scales and claws are flying. The milk tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified. The falcon tried its wings, and the wind and dust were blowing. The first birth of a strange flower, the emperor of the emperor......

That is the joy of life, the touch of life!

He could feel that his overlord was "awakening" little by little, and the ultimate meaning of the Divine Scar Purple Gold was slowly recovering. He blended with the soul of Ba Zhong, and he could clearly feel the breath of life.

"Dang!" "When! "When! ”……

The bell rang to itself, and the sound waves were terrifying, making Zhou Tong feel a strange feeling.

That bell wave is like a big sun, with infinite spring; It is like a crescent moon, with infinite soft light; It is more like heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, and sea tides.

All these combined together seem to outline a picture of the growth of all things in nature, the mountains, the sea, the tide, the sun, the moonlight, everywhere is full of vitality and prosperity.

This is a picture of life.

In the process of this sacrifice, the bell becomes crystal clear, the whole body flows fairy light, blooming with color, and every picture scroll on the bell body becomes a beautiful stripe, giving it a real texture and vitality.

At this point, the preliminary sacrifice of Ba Zhong was completed, and Zhou Tong opened his eyes.

"Is this a three-month trial?" Zhou Tong's eyes opened, and the light in his eyes was plain and deep.

In the past three months, his mind has completely become one with his own bell, feeling the mystery and breath of the gradual recovery of the Divine Scar Zijin, and feeling the joy of life from nothing.

At this moment, he seemed to have baptized all the murderous aura on his body, becoming more pure, and his whole body was filled with vitality.

Not only that, but the Emperor Sutra that he himself cultivated and knew also turned into imprints and appeared on the Ba Zhong. Now there is a picture of the emperors respecting the emperor on his bell.

Not only that, but the hundreds of sage imprints he had obtained in the primeval battlefield before also began to make a faint sound, as if one scripture after another was resounding.

This is the scripture that has been transformed by the Dao of those sages, and he who has initially awakened the mystery of the Divine Trace Purple Gold has been able to use the mystery of the Immortal Gold to extract endless scriptures from that imprint.

The ancient saints turned into a picture scroll, living, traveling, and discussing the Tao on the lines of the appearance of the bell, which is completely a fairy scene of the true immortals.

"The emperors are respected, the fairy realm scene, this picture is also in line with the name of my tyrant bell!" Zhou Tong bowed slightly.

This change is exactly what he wants.

"But before I get into trouble, I have one more thing I can put to good use!" Zhou Tong grabbed it casually, and the scepter of the ancient heavenly court appeared in the palm of his hand, it was extremely secluded, like a supreme divine treasure that suppressed the underworld.

King Kong shook slightly, and a colorful glow suddenly fell on the scepter-

"Buzz!"

The Heavenly Court Scepter erupted violently, the murderous aura was surging like the sea, and the terrifying divine energy shook the earth!

Streams of light and shadow burst out from the scepter with a monstrous murderous aura.

This is the killing saint, the killing saint of the ancient heavenly court.

There are seventeen Saint Slayers!

And it's also a great sage-level killing saint!

This scepter is the secret treasure of the ancient heavenly court, and the lords of the heavenly court have dedicated everything they have to this scepter at the end of the day.

There are seventeen Great Sage-level saint-level saint-killing sacrifices in this scepter!

"Dang!" "When! "When! ”……

Zhou Tong's overlord bell continued to vibrate, and circles of ripples swept over these saint-killing phantoms; The purple light unique to the Divine Scar Purple Gold was hazy, and the incomparably mysterious scratches began to slowly manifest on the Tyrant Bell.

At the same time, Zhou Tong also began to gradually understand the avenue of killing the seventeen saints with these scratches.

Zhong Bo lasted for a whole month, and there were seventeen more humanoid phantoms on Ba Zhong's body. It was the imprint of the law of the Seventeen Saint Killing Saints of the Ancient Heavenly Court.

"It's not enough, seventeen killing saints are still not enough! At least hundreds, if not thousands, of sage imprints are needed to do it. Zhou Tong said softly.

All the sage imprints in the ancient battlefield, including 498 sage imprints, 174 sage imprints, 61 great sage imprints, and even 12 quasi-emperor imprints.

In total, it is 745 bit imprints.

It was precisely because of so many imprints that it was possible for that place to trigger the strongest Heavenly Tribulation and refine the true imperial soldiers without anyone preaching.

Compared to the imprints of those saints, these seventeen saint-killing imprints are still too few, a drop in the bucket.

"I'm going out to do something......" Zhou Tong got up, and King Kong turned into a colorful glow and submerged into his body.