Chapter Ninety-Two: The Pope of the Jingyuan Temple

The three gods of the Law God, the Blood God and the Spirit Yuan God attacked with all their strength, and with a combined blow, they couldn't resist the vacuum mudra emitted by the aperture of the four gods of Hong Yi after they were united.

They were captured by Hong Yi in an instant, and then sealed and refined, and they turned into the gods in the fifth, sixth, and seventh divine apertures behind Hong Yi's head.

Then, Hong Yi took out the auspicious heaven and Youlottian that had been sealed in the Xuantian Pavilion before, and refined them.

At the moment when he refined the nine gods and cultivated the nine divine apertures, the nine divine apertures behind Hong Yi's head suddenly uncontrollably condensed and united, and in an instant, a ninety-nine return to one artistic conception rippled in Hong Yi's mind.

Hong Yi felt that every thought of his soul seemed to come to life, jumping, playing, and swimming.

This feeling of activity gradually affected the divine aura behind his head.

The divine aura behind the head began to vibrate, originally nine apertures of different sizes, their size represented strength and weakness, but now, in the vacuum mudra cultivation is complete, and the soul shock generated at the moment when the divine aperture is ninety-nine one, these nine apertures gradually began to merge, becoming one with each other, interacting with each other, and at the same time making up for each other's shortcomings.

In the end, the nine apertures at the back of Hong Yi's head stabilized, and at this time, looking at their breaths, they were completely equal, and they were exactly the same in strength, if it weren't for the different colors of these nine apertures, it would be difficult to distinguish which aperture was composed of gods now.

Hong Yi couldn't help but have an inexplicable feeling of "equality", "freedom", "future", "lifelessness" and "vacuum" in his heart, as if he had suddenly comprehended something, and he came silently.

"If I hear it, since the end of the law, the vacuum is immortal, there is a law from the outside of the sky, a measure of life and no destruction, fighting the mysteries. Immortal Genshin! Hong Yi recited the mystical scriptures in the "Future Lifeless Sutra".

Thundered! Bang!

At the same time as Hong Yi was reciting the scriptures, countless scripture runes appeared empty, as if they had appeared from Hong Yi's mouth.

These runes continue to merge into the nine circles of light behind the head, and the overlap of the apertures gradually reveals a statue whose face is not clear but whose eyes are very smart, looking ungraspable and unpredictable, full of endless mysteries and mysteries, and then looking at it, it looks like an ordinary Buddha.

This big Buddha seems to have no figure, can not be captured, the body is erviant, it seems to be nothing.

However, in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace like green smoke.

The aura of the nine gods on the back of his head is one, and Hong Yi can be regarded as a completely immortal primordial god.

In fact, after Hong Yi survived eight thunder tribulations and comprehended the way of one yuan, his soul had become a god and he had achieved the spirit of the original god.

And the immortal primordial god that was cultivated by cultivating this "Future Lifeless Sutra" was an immortal primordial god condensed with the help of endless faith and the nine gods, and in a sense, it was a foreign object.

The current Hong Yi has cultivated the Immortal Yuan Shen, which is equivalent to having two Yuan Shen, and his combat power has directly doubled!

"The fate that has existed since ancient times............"

"No God Can Escape ............"

"The Power of Destiny............ One by one, one by one, the eternal heavens, tightly locking the soul ............"

"Fate's Song!"

Listening to the sudden chanting, Hong Yi looked up at the sky.

Outside the Great Enchantment of Light and Darkness Mancha Luo Hidden in the Light and Darkness that he had laid out, at some point, a boxy, open like a prison, pure white in color, and emitting a platinum light, appeared.

The platinum light on this "cage of fate" condenses into characters that form like beating notes, chanting an ancient hymn.

And this ancient hymn is naturally the "hymn of fate".

Legend has it that when the magic weapon "Destiny Cage" of the Jingyuan Temple is urged to the extreme, this "Destiny Hympe" will be sung, and anyone who has heard this "Destiny Hymp" will have their souls enter the Destiny Cage, imprisoned by a strange space.

In the Jingyuan Temple, who else can push the cage of fate to the extreme?

The Pope of the Jingyuan Temple, the creator of the Seven Thunder Tribulations, and the top powerhouse of the world.

As soon as the artifact of the fate cage was blocked, even Hong Yi's divine soul was affected by the Destiny Song for a moment, but fortunately, Hong Yi had just completed the cultivation of the Vacuum Great Mudra and condensed the Immortal Yuan Shen, and the Nine Divine Spiritual Aura behind his head worked at this time, isolating the power of the Destiny Song to a large extent.

This anthem of fate is so powerful that even if it is music that even saints appreciate, even so it cannot affect Hong Yi in the slightest.

The chant of fate, the chant became louder and louder, but it could not shake Hong Yi in the slightest, Hong Yi was like an ancient sacred mountain, towering and unmoving, standing tall.

As the Song of Fate sounded, spatial cracks appeared one after another in the void.

These spatial cracks became more and more, and finally formed an extremely huge spatial rift, which actually formed a giant portal that was more than 100 zhang high and unusually wide.

This giant portal is like the gate used by the giant gods in the heavenly court in ancient mythology, and mortals are extremely small compared to it, like a black dot on a painting, too small.

A staircase of white-gold light emerged from the massive portal, and then a chant louder than the "Fate's Song" came from the door.

"O ancient spirit god! With you, the vitality is power, the vitality is omniscience, and the vitality is immortal! ”

The notes of this chant changed into lively and cute little girls, these little girls had some similarities with auspicious days, like a miniature version of auspicious heavens, flying in the air, and the atmosphere was instantly rendered very pleasant.

Immediately afterward, a huge divine pattern dozens of feet tall and composed entirely of white-gold light appeared on this giant portal.

I saw this white-gold deity pattern, wearing a crown on his head, holding a scepter, and on top of the huge scepter, there seemed to be countless voices singing, praising and praying, as if all the glory of heaven and earth had been blessed on this scepter.

"Pope of the Jingyuan Temple, hum! What a big show! Hong Yi couldn't help but feel dissatisfied when he saw such a luxurious pomp from the other party, and snorted coldly.

When Wu Zhe saw this scene, he couldn't help but think that the Pope of Jingyuan Temple was really proficient in pretending to be forced, and his appearance was incomparable, full of style, as if a god had descended into the world.

I saw that this huge white-gold deity had not spoken any words or expressed anything at the moment of its appearance, and pointed the scepter in his hand at Hong Yi.

Under the finger of his scepter, a cylindrical white light as thick as a bucket, dozens of miles long, and sharper than the sword qi of the Panhuang Soul Sword came towards Hong Yi!