The transformation of the Flawless Immortal Dao was temporarily stuck in the second step.

But there is no hurry.

Wang Xiu has other ways to improve.

"Although my body has decided to take the Immaculate Immortal Path and not enter the Holy Realm, it doesn't mean that the clone can't become holy!"

Such an idea has existed for a long time.

The divine soul clone condensed from the immortal consciousness of Da Luo is not only integrated with the main body, but also can exist independently, and can even practice independently and exert different magical powers.

This was the most important cultivation method of the Ancient Spirit Clan.

Through the independent cultivation of different clones, they eventually become one and achieve their own path.

Wang Xiuruo entered the holy realm as a doppelganger.

Even if the main body doesn't take that step, it can still get an extremely terrifying increase in combat power, and there is no difference.

Just do it when you think about it.

Wang Xiu retreated again and expanded the field.

A doppelganger was summoned.

The two sat opposite each other, surging with different glows, one in white clothes and white shirts, calm and indifferent, and the other exuding a unique brilliance throughout the body, like a ghost body, and the supernatural energy in the body was running, shining brightly, like the galaxy turned into meridians and blood.

Wang Xiu looked at his doppelganger and slowly spoke: "Please enter the Holy Dao on my behalf and worship yourself with the belief of the human race!" ”

The soul clone looked calm, and said with a bow: "I am willing to serve my fellow Daoists!" ”

His voice fell, the seal turned slightly, and endless aura swept in from all directions.

A looming river of luck fell from the extreme height of the heavenly dome, like a huge waterfall composed of chaotic qi falling down, and the spirit on the Spirit Turtle Peak was surging, with thousands of visions.

The small courtyard was shrouded in dense runes.

The sun shines brightly.

The mist was thick and shining.

In that mist, Wang Xiu saw figures and faces.

In those pictures, some people are worshipping, begging for the protection of the Holy Son of Sanqing.

Some people are singing the praises of the glory and majesty of the Holy Son of Sanqing.

Some people are reminiscing about the legend and glory of the Holy Son of Sanqing.

These pictures.

This is not the first time Wang Xiu has seen him.

When he was in Vermilion Bird City for the first time, he showed his strength, swept away the demons, and saved hundreds of people.

When he fought in the East China Sea and turned the tide.

When he sent 100,000 Heroic Souls back to the land of Kyushu.

He had seen countless similar images in this vast land.

But now it's different.

His gaze fell on those sincere faces and figures, and he saw a trace of incomparably subtle, yet pure light emanating from them, slowly rising into the air.

Those rays of light come from thousands of households and keep converging.

Hundreds of households condense a wisp, and an entire village condenses a drop.

There are thousands of small villages under each town.

There are countless towns in each ancient country.

This moment.

Wang Xiu clearly saw that countless rays of light rose from the world, like a golden rain, mighty and sweeping the sky, more magnificent than any scene Wang Xiu had ever seen.

It's the land of the Southern Regions alone.

Hundreds of countries and thousands of countries.

How many billions of living beings?

How many of them believe in the Son of the Three Purities?

A mortal life is no more than a hundred years.

In the past 100 years, who can be more dazzling and well-known than the Holy Son of the Three Qings?

Besides.

There are also the Eastern Wilderness, the Western Soil, the North Sea, and the Middle Regions......

The name of the Holy Son of the Three Clears has long spread throughout Kyushu.

There are countless legends, and there are countless legends.

These decades have already accumulated a very rich faith for him.

Although not as rich as the land of the Southern Regions.

But it's still not a small amount.

……

It was an incomparably magnificent scene, with great golden rivers rushing from the distant void, coming from all directions, covering the entire firmament.

Ji Yan walked out of the main hall and looked in the direction of Spirit Turtle Peak, with envy in his eyes: "This kid, there is such a big disturbance again!" ”

He was a little emotional.

remembered the scene when I first met Wang Xiu, where would I have thought that in just a few decades, Wang Xiu would be able to come to this point.

The power of faith is no more than anything else.

Ordinary people couldn't see it, but everyone who could sense the movement had a deep look of disbelief on their faces.

"What a terrible ocean of faith, who is this?"

"Look at the direction, that's the Sanqing Immortal Gate!"

"Hey, such an astonishing movement, the achievement is by no means an ordinary manifestation, could it be the Holy Son of the Three Qings?"

"I heard the news a few days ago that someone saw him return in Beihai, is it true?"

"With such a belief, apart from him, the old man can't think of anyone else! Counting the time, he is less than 100 years old, right? A saint who is less than 100 years old is so terrifying! ”

“……”

Countless people are talking.

The vast Sanqing Immortal Gate, countless disciples looked up at the sky, although they could not see the ocean of faith, but they had a feeling that today's sky seemed to be extremely clear, like glass.

……

However.

That's not the most critical thing.

Wang Xiu's gaze fell on the void, and he saw an incomparably pure purple gold qi, derived from the chaos, and slowly fell.

That purple gold qi was incomparably small, subtle, not even as good as a strand of hair.

But Wang Xiu felt an incomparably mysterious and majestic momentum from it, as if it contained the wish power of all living beings and the belief of the entire heaven and earth.

Wang Xiu's pupils shrank and murmured, "This ...... It can't be the legendary Destiny Purple Qi, right? ”

It's whispering.

That wisp of purple qi had already fallen on Wang Xiu's divine soul incarnation.

In the next moment, the power of faith between heaven and earth was even more majestic, far greater than before, mighty and mighty, covering the sky and the sun.

Endless power of faith converges.

In the end, it was coiled above the small courtyard of Linggui Peak.

Transform into an endless whirlpool.

Squeak!

The door opened.

Wang Xiu's divine soul incarnation slowly walked out, his face was calm, and he raised his head and said: "Today, the poor road adheres to the belief of the Kyushu human race and becomes holy!" Since the beginning of the name, in the future, I will hold my own body, establish my heart for heaven and earth, establish my life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations! ”

This sound is like thunder, deafening, and heard all over the world.

As soon as the words fell.

The mighty ocean of faith fell from the sky, shining brightly, completely enveloping the Taishi Dao people, and the whole body exuded a mysterious and holy atmosphere.

Thundered!

Above the sky, suddenly a five-colored divine thunder swept through the clouds, shocking the earth.

The mighty purple qi diffused from the end of the sky, a full 30,000 li.

This scene.

All beings can see it.

Even on the other side of Kyushu, you can clearly see this vision, as if it is close at hand.

In an instant, the entire Cangyuan Realm was boiling.

Countless sect masters, immortal sect sects, and even earth immortal ancestors stood in the void, looking up at the sky, their faces shocked, and their whole bodies trembled: "Purple Qi from the east, Heavenly Destiny Saint?" ”

"Oh my God! Is the legend true? ”

"In this world, there really is a Heavenly Mandate Saint?"

"Incredible, incredible?"

"Hurry up, write it down, this day must be remembered."

"Who the hell is it?"

“……”

The so-called Mandate of Heaven Saint, as the name suggests, is a saint who has been recognized by one side of heaven and earth and achieved by integrating the beliefs of hundreds of millions of living beings.

It means that Heavenly Dao believes that this person can shoulder the fate of a race to some extent.

Therefore, the luck of this clan was condensed into a wisp of innate purple qi and handed it to him.

Such an accomplished saint.

It is already beyond the scope of ordinary saints, which is equivalent to having the protection of heaven and luck.

Possess supernatural powers and means that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Such characters are only in legends.

According to ancient history, only those who are destined to make significant contributions, influence, and great merit to a clan can do so.

Either now or in the future, it will definitely affect the pattern of the entire heaven and earth.

……

Meanwhile.

Nine days.

The ancient great forces of one side shook.

"Destiny Saint? Is it really a Manifest Saint? ”

"There will be no mistake, this breath is undoubtedly confirmed to be a Heavenly Mandate Saint."

"What's the matter, such a character actually appeared in the Nether?"

"Check, be sure to find out the identity of this person!"

“……”

"The passage between the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths is about to close, and it's too late to send someone to the Netherworld!"

"Then keep an eye on every passage, all the people who come from the Nether during this time must be carefully checked, and no one is allowed to be spared!"

"If you find him, you must control the person in our hands as soon as possible, if you can't win him over, you can't let him fall into the hands of others!"

……

Shake the Celestial Realm.

A vast sacred mountain stands up to the sky, like a pillar of heaven, surrounded by a thick chaotic aura, in which countless gods rise and fall, exuding a palpitating atmosphere.

Fairy light lingers here.

Even the air is filled with rainbow and fairy light.

Cranes walk through the clouds and pace leisurely in the spiritual spring.

It also exudes an aura of terror.

It's enough to make people shudder.

Now.

On the highest mountain of the gods.

A dull and loud voice suddenly rang out, spreading, and shook the nine heavens.

“…… Is it Yu Wang Ding? Yu Wang Ding sounded? ”

"How so? Yu Wang Ding has been silent for eternity, and has suppressed countless big demons and demons, and has never made such a sound! ”

"I heard that a Heavenly Mandate Saint was born in the Netherworld!"

"What? Isn't that just a legend? ”

“……”

A large number of disciples were discussing, and there was a thick look of shock in their eyes.

Whether it was the sudden sound of Yu Wangding, or the appearance of the Heavenly Mandate Saint in the Nether, it was enough to make them dumbfounded.

Not to mention that two things are happening at the same time.

Same here.

On a lonely peak, two figures, an old man and a young man, stood side by side, looking at the sea of clouds and the weather of the holy land below, like a god overlooking the world.

The young man stood with his hands in his hands and said lightly: "Master, this is what you said...... The doom of the disciple? ”

The old man shook his head and squinted: "For the teacher, I can't see clearly!" But I hope not, fighting against the destiny of heaven, too tired, too bitter! ”

The young man said, "Didn't you say that?" The more difficult the catastrophe, the more wonderful the scenery will be! The disciple has never encountered any challenges in his life, and the destiny of heaven ...... Not bad! ”

The old man turned around, leaned over, and said, "If you can think like this, then it's best, let's go!" ”

The young man asked, "Where to go?" ”

The old man walked away: "Wash your feet, press your shoulders!" ”

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched slightly, and he stood still.

The old man's voice came from afar: "Let's go, please be the teacher!" You're here, maybe you'll die one day, and you won't have a chance to enjoy it again! ”

The young man opened his mouth, and his face showed a sense of weakness: "Forget it, you go, I'm not interested in those!" ”

When the old man heard this, he didn't force it, shook his head and said, "If you don't say that the old man, I don't like to play with you, it's boring!" Or your brother is interesting, this jade hall is managed by him well, washing his feet and rubbing his back on his shoulders, that is the enjoyment of the world! ”

Listen to this.

The young man just smiled slightly, watched the master leave, and then turned his head to look at the colorful mist among the peaks, his eyes glinting.

……

Wang Xiu didn't expect that he just wanted to use his clone to become a saint, and he actually made such a big move.

It was a big surprise.

Could it be that he used too much of the Heavenly Tribulation Spell?

That's why he was targeted by the Great Master of Heavenly Dao?

It seems that it is almost beneficial to have multiple sets of sets.

The endless power of faith poured down like mercury and fell on Wang Xiu's divine soul.

At this moment, it can't be said to be a doppelganger.

The whole body is flashing with colorful glow, and the whole body is steaming, exuding an incomparably holy and majestic atmosphere.

At the center of the eyebrows, a simple but mysterious golden pattern flashed with strange light.

A golden divine ring loomed behind his head, and all living beings could be faintly seen in it, as if God was in the world.

He held his right hand weakly, and a golden lotus flower bloomed like a flame.

That really can't be called a doppelganger.

Now it should be called, the Beginning Sage.

Wang Xiu smiled slightly and looked at the Taishi Sage in front of him: "There are Lao Daoyou!" ”

The Taishi Sage smiled kindly and saluted: "Fellow Daoist is polite! ”

As soon as the words fell.

He stepped out in one step, walked into Wang Xiu's body, and became one with him.

A holy light flashed in Wang Xiu's eyes.

A golden streak appeared on the center of his brow.

"Da Luo's supreme divine consciousness is worthy of the supreme inheritance of the ancient spirit clan!"

Feeling the surging power in his body, Wang Xiu couldn't help but sigh.

That's when it happened.

Wang Xiu suddenly felt something, and when he looked up, his eyes did not fall on the sky here, but on a distant void.

There.

There was also a mighty ocean flowing towards him from another layer of void.

It's just that it's different from the previous golden ocean of faith.

This time, it was pitch black.

This kind of blackness does not make people feel half dirty and evil.

Rather, it is a pure coldness and darkness, the other side of light, incomparably pure.

He groaned slightly, separated a wisp of divine consciousness, entered the void, and came into contact with those black qi.

In an instant, countless pure thoughts appeared in Wang Xiu's mind.

"Lord Demon Ancestor, your most loyal believers pray to you, please bless us with peace and freedom from humiliation!"

"Lord Demon Ancestor, please, save my sister, she is still too young to be a sacrifice!"

"Lord Nicholas, we sincerely praise you......"

“……”

Listen to these sounds.

Wang Xiu's face was surprised: "These ...... Is it a demon faith? ”

……

At the beginning, he wanted to destroy the plans of the demons.

On the Devil Island, a wide range of cultural invasions were carried out, as well as the propaganda of the non-existent ancestral demon sect, shaking the beliefs of the demon clan.

Later, the Demon Island was destroyed, and countless groups of demons became sacrifices, and their bodies and spirits all dissipated without a trace.

But I didn't expect that there was such a rich power of faith left?

This belief is naturally not enough to compare with the faith he has acquired in the human race.

However, Wang Xiu, who had just obtained the Purple Qi of the Terran Destiny, had a bold idea in his mind.

Whoa!

A large number of divine consciousness surged.

Another new incarnation of the divine soul appeared in front of Wang Xiu.

(End of chapter)