Chu Ling slowly opened his eyes, everyone thought that he had strengthened the golden body and wanted to fight to the death with the Xuanji Divine Son, however, something unexpected happened to them.

After Chu Ling opened his eyes, the dark golden luster on his body actually slowly dimmed, and finally disappeared into invisibility, revealing the most ordinary body.

"What's going on? Is it the strengthened golden body?"

"No, no, this son gave up his golden body, and I didn't feel any fluctuations in his body. ”

"What, he actually put away the golden body, doesn't this kid want to live?"

Everyone was shocked.

"Haha, no, no, I think this kid knows that he is invincible, so he simply gives up, hoping that the Son of God can spare his life. ”

Yang Hai also sneered on the side, and his tone was full of disdain.

When he was in the ancient land, Chu Ling once exposed the truth that he colluded with outsiders and killed his brothers for the sake of profit in front of everyone.

Later, Chu Ling arrested his only son Yang Chen, who was also seriously injured by the six-eared macaque, it can be said that between the two, it is an inextricable enmity of life and death.

Now, seeing that Chu Ling is miserable situation, how can he not laugh at it.

While laughing, Yang Hai also made up his mind in his heart that he must take this opportunity to firmly board the big ship of Xuanji Heavenly Palace.

And according to him, this mysterious god son has the possibility of reaching the peak in the future, if he can follow him to conquer all races, plus he himself has obtained the inheritance of the killing technique, his achievements in the future will definitely not be low.

Thinking of this, Yang Hai seemed to see the bright prospect, and there was a lot of expectation in his eyes.

While fantasizing, he fiercely ridiculed and ridiculed Chu Ling, trying to show himself in front of his new master.

"Hmph, the kid surnamed Chu, the son of God is an immortal, how can a mortal like you resist it? Now that you have received the golden body, do you want to beg for mercy? What did you do earlier, it's too late now, you just wait to bear the wrath of the son of God!"

Listening to Yang Hai touting it so vigorously, the always arrogant Xuanji Shenzi was very useful, and threw a slightly appreciative look at Yang Hai.

This kind of gaze fell on Yang Hai's eyes, and it was like a supreme praise, which immediately lifted his spirits, and then said: "What kind of person is the Son of God? Now that you have received the golden body, you don't kneel on the ground, and you don't beg for mercy, just want the Son of God to let you go? How can there be such a good thing in the world?"

"If you really want to live, then kneel in front of the Son of God honestly, kowtow and admit your mistakes, sacrifice that holy weapon, and then abolish the cultivation of that body, maybe the Son of God will be generous and will spare your life. ”

Although the Xuanji Shenzi was dissatisfied with what Yang Hai said about letting Chu Ling go, when he heard the word "holy weapon", his eyes suddenly burst into a flash of brilliance.

Xuanji Shenzi didn't expect that this surnamed Chu would actually carry a holy weapon.

At this time, he didn't care about criticizing Yang Hai for being in charge, but looked at Chu Ling and said, "Yes, hand over the holy weapon and abolish your cultivation, this god son can consider sparing your death." ”

Listening to the two singing and harmonizing, Chu Ling smiled suddenly, and arched his hand to the Xuanji Shenzi and said, "Congratulations to the Shenzi, I am happy to get a loyal old dog." ”

Without waiting for Yang Hai to attack, Chu Ling's tone changed and said, "However, if you really want me to beg for mercy, let's wait until you can kill me first!"

"In that case, the Son of God will kill you first, and then take the holy weapon!"

Xuanji Shenzi's face sank, and his body disappeared into the void like a ghost again.

The next moment, its iron fist that radiated golden light appeared in front of Chu Ling and smashed it hard.

The air above the tip of his fist was violently compressed, emitting a scorching heat.

The old man with the long sword on his back opened his eyes and looked at the powerful punch with a look of approval in his eyes.

And Yang Hai stared at the punch, his eyes were full of horror, he thought that even if he got the killing technique, once he was hit by this punch, he would never survive. At the same time, he also strengthened his belief in following the Son of Xuanji.

The little monk of the Buddha Kingdom closed his eyes and let out a sad sigh.

Gusu Muyue and the others in the Xuanmeng lost the ability to think, and their hearts stopped beating at that moment.

The crowd in the audience let out an incredible exclamation......

At the moment of the punch, all beings knew each other.

"Whew-"

That punch hit Chu Ling's head hard, and the air made a whistling sound, and the heart of the Xuanji Divine Son seemed to sink into the depths of the sea.

With a punch, there were no imaginary snowflakes, and Chu Ling's image actually dissipated into the void in front of everyone's eyes.

"It's... Was that just a phantom?"

"What? Phantom? How fast can that escape the eyes of everyone present?"

"Impossible, impossible, how could that kid's speed become so fast in such a short period of time?"

At that moment when the punch was in the air, the old man with the long sword on his back suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of gloomy old eyes swept around, as if he wanted to see Chu Ling.

"Impossible, this impossible!" Xuanji Shenzi was still immersed in shock, not far from him, Chu Ling's hearty laughter sounded: "Haha, true is not true, illusory is not illusory, not immortals, not arhats." ”

When he heard the word "Arhat", the little monk of the Buddha Kingdom opened his eyes, and his eyes showed doubts and confusion.

The onlookers, when they heard Chu Ling recite these four sentences, their faces also showed a look of understanding, and a small number of people, when they heard these four sentences, fell into a wonderful situation, hated to have to care about their life and death struggle, immediately sat down on the spot, and began to comprehend.

"It's... Was I in a trance just now? How could I vaguely feel that there was an ethereal breath?"

"Yes, I seem to have felt this breath just now, but it's too ethereal to catch at all. ”

"The four sentences that this son just recited seem to contain some kind of Great Dao Law, could it be that this sentence triggers that trace of holy breath?"

"Which immortal scripture is it, why don't I have such a profound sense of enlightenment when I listen to the ancestral scriptures?"

Everyone turned their heads to each other, whispering in secret voices, speculating about which ancient scripture Chu Ling had just recited.

The old man with the long sword on his back also groaned slightly, as if he was searching in his mind, among his thousands of years of knowledge, there was an ancient scripture that was similar to the four sentences recited by Chu Ling, Dao Yun.

In the next second, the old man seemed to have thought of something extremely terrifying, and his cloudy old eyes widened to the extreme, the size of a copper bell.

"It's not good, mystery, retreat quickly, this is not an immortal scripture at all, but this son is opening up his own holy path. ”

The old man snapped and reminded the Xuanji Shenzi to retreat as soon as possible.

When he reached this point in his cultivation, he naturally knew what kind of strength it meant to open up his own holy path.

Hearing the old man's shout, everyone instantly became stunned, like a stone sculpture standing in the cold wind, and lost the ability to think.

Between heaven and earth, there are thousands of avenues, mortal monks, if they can intercept one of them, they can become immortal saints, proud of eternity.

The more gifted you are, the sooner you can comprehend the Holy Way.

However, not every practitioner is able to comprehend his or her own holy path.

For most cultivators, they are unable to feel their own holy path, and can only follow in the footsteps of the ancestors to move forward, and these people can only stand at the peak of the Emperor Realm Nine Folds and Nine in their lives, and cannot take that last step.

Even if they are saints from the past and present, most of them are in the emperor realm, so they can realize their own holy way, like Chu Ling, who has just stepped into the Tianmen realm, he tried to evolve the holy way and create the existence of ancient scriptures, which is really an unheard of existence.

After a long time, someone came back to his senses, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with difficulty: "Did I hear it wrong just now?

"It's like... Seem...... That's what the sword-bearer senior just said just now. ”

",@%¥%#"

All the shock and incomprehension were expressed in this short and powerful scolding and speechless silence.

"Retreat, mystery!"

The old man saw that the Xuanji Divine Son was still standing in place, and he had no intention of coming back, so he reminded loudly again.

As a strong man who had experienced the pride of heaven back then, he knew very well how terrifying a monk's combat power was for a monk who comprehended the Holy Dao.

Although the old man reminded him repeatedly, the mysterious god still stood calmly in the field.

He prides himself on being proud of the first day in the northwest, even if it is the two descendants of the Netherworld Valley and Wuling Creek Cave, he is not taken seriously, so even if the old man speaks now, he still doesn't believe that the kid who seems to him to be like an ant will be stronger than him.

At such an age, according to the fragments, he evolved a golden battle body, which was already a shocking move, and he was pinned on by the clansmen, how could this Chu Ling dare to be better than himself?

He is not convinced, he wants to use his combat skills to witness his glory, and he wants everyone to know that he is the real supreme pride.

The strings in the heart of the Xuanji Shenzi are tense to the extreme, and he is always vigilant against the wind and grass around him.

Suddenly, his left ear fluttered slightly, and he felt the air flow on his left side, and there was a trace of abnormal movement that was extremely difficult to detect.

A sneer curled up at the corner of Xuanji Shenzi's mouth, and he suddenly burst out, punching like lightning, without hesitation.

It only takes one punch, and if this punch goes down, his prestige can be completely established, and the clown surnamed Chu will disappear from now on.

But in the next second, his smile froze completely, because he clearly felt that a strong big hand was clasped on his shoulder, and a slightly mocking voice sneered in his ear: "Is that all?

Then, at the moment when he didn't have time to resist, a huge force struck from both shoulders, as if to tear him apart from the middle.

"Ahh

Unwillingness, resentment, and pain are all integrated into this terrible scream.

"Dare!"

The old man with the sword was cold, and with a "choking" sound, the long sword on his back came out of his body, and the ninety-nine eighty-one heavenly dragons flew out of the scabbard, raising their heads and hissing, and the sound shook the world, slashing towards Chu Ling.

As soon as the long sword came out, the old man's body erupted with an aura that surpassed the dragon slaying realm, which made Chu Ling, who had realized the Dao, also feel extremely palpitations......