Volume 1: The Thousand Year Plan of Falling Feng Po Chapter 289 Pure and Pure Glass Body

I saw that his body was like a floating light, and the sword in his hand was like a violent wind, and sometimes it was like thunder, and around that fire spirit was a fierce attack and slash.

Not to be outdone, the fire spirit was suspended in the air, his body was like a fire god descending into the world, his hands were conjuring up heavy light and shadow, and one after another powerful fire qi blasted towards Wei Wuji like a raging storm.

Suddenly, a clanging sound of dense clashing resounded throughout the space of the eighth layer.

For a while, Wei Wuji and the Fire Spirit Knife were in a state of flux, and they were on a par, and the scene looked so intense.

Nanhua was now highly concerned about Wei Wuji's situation, and at this time, he couldn't help but say nervously, "Senior Brother Tianyang, are we going to help?"

Ling Tianyang waved his hand, he looked like he had great confidence in Wei Wuji and said, "No, just watch it carefully!"

"Ice and fire, swords and swords!"

Wei Wuji let out a loud shout, and two extremely powerful blue-purple ice and fire qi rose from the sword in his hand and slashed towards the fire spirit with unparalleled power.

This is the second style of sword joint attack that he has comprehended since 'the sword and sword together two heavens', although it is not as refined as the sword style taught by the Purple Thunder Master, but because it is his own comprehension, the degree of mastery is not far behind, even if it is still rough, but the power is already extraordinary.

"Whew", "Whew"!

There seemed to be a clear sound from between heaven and earth, like the ice gas of the dragon and the fire gas like a phoenix, circling around, the fire spirit also seemed to sense the danger of life and death, countless gorgeous blue flames, rising from his body, he had a long roar in his mouth, and the body of the streamer went straight up.

There was a loud bang, and the blue-purple ice and fire qi swept through the sky, and the surrounding space twisted and shook, as if it would burst open at any time, and the dark blue flames flickered in the raging ice and fire qi, and the mouth of the fire spirit also hissed.

After Ling Tianyang in the distance glanced at it, he said directly: "Let's go, you can go over!"

Mo Li and Nanhua were stunned when they heard this: "This is the end?"

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, with a wail, a loud bang came, and countless dark blue fireworks were scattered in the air like snowflakes, and they were swept up by the violent air currents in the eighth layer of space, and they scattered towards the surroundings one after another, which seemed incomparably magnificent and gorgeous for a while.

In the midst of the countless dark blue fireworks, Wei Wuji, who had already put the colorful sword embryo into the divine consciousness space again, and the bone knife was inserted back into the scabbard behind his back, and he stood up, a fist-sized dark blue crystal that exuded a thick fire aura, and was directly held in his hand.

Around his body, the boiling fire qi poured into his body like a tide, and his whole person's breath was violently drumming, obviously, the fire qi in his body was rapidly rising upward. With a snort, Ling Tianyang and the three of them had already rushed directly to the scene.

Ling Tianyang looked at Wei Wuji and said, "Fellow Daoist Wuji, are you okay?"

With a flash of firelight, Wei Wuji absorbed the rich fire qi around him, and he slightly

Wei Yi smiled and said: "It's okay, this is really my blessed land!" [!! @~Free to read]

"Huh!"

Wei Wuji stared at Ling Tianyang with his eyes, and then said with a happy expression, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Tianyang for going one step further!"

Mo Li's expression moved when he heard this, he looked at Ling Tianyang with excitement and said, "Senior Brother Tianyang, are you going to break through?"

Nanhua also looked at Ling Tian with a happy face, "Congratulations, senior brother!"

Ling Tianyang waved his hand and said with a slight smile: "I have to wait a little longer, and I can wait until he is more mixed!"

At this moment, within his divine consciousness space, a divine consciousness body that was already the same as his body, or even more powerful, was suspended in the air, and the incomparably rich water qi swirled around him, reflecting him more brilliantly and mightily.

At this moment, as long as he wants, he can fuse his body of essence and spirit into one at any time and officially break the mirror into reincarnation, however, he has not done so for the time being, just because he still wants to refine his divine consciousness body more perfectly and more powerfully, and try to step out of the step that countless bitter realm cultivators want to take when they are in this realm, and achieve a dust-free, pure glaze, and unparalleled divine consciousness body.

Legend has it that after breaking through the mirror and opening up the reincarnation realm with this kind of divine consciousness, there will be unexpected surprises and gains, and the reincarnation realm it opens up, whether it is its scope, or hardness, and even the power of the reincarnation realm, is far superior to others.

Therefore, no matter how amazing they are Fang Youzhe, Murong Zhantian, Buddha Sanbodhi and others, they have stayed in this realm for a long time, and the purpose is to try to achieve that kind of divine body.

It's a pity that for thousands of years, there have been countless Terran monks, and there are very few people who can achieve this kind of divine body, at least since the beginning of the record, there has not been a single person, and some people even suspect that this kind of divine body that only exists in legends is just a rumor of nothingness, and that kind of divine body can only exist in myths, and reality will not exist at all.

However, whether it exists or does not exist, for countless years, the monks of the Bitter Realm have been making attempts to turn the legend into reality, and Ling Tianyang is naturally no exception, who can guarantee that it will be able to turn that legend into reality, and it will not be himself who can become another legend?

Seeing that Wei Wuji and Ling Tianyang had made a lot of progress, Mo Li couldn't help but feel a little excited, he looked at the light gate that was already close at hand and said, "Let's go!"

Familiar pictures and familiar scenes reappeared, the four of them were bathed in the clear stream passed down by the light gate, and they were all comfortable, especially Ling Tianyang and the three of them, who had been roasted by the fire for a long time, and they felt a burst of relaxation and refreshment.

"Cool!"

Nanhua laughed and said, "You say, since there are three light gates here, can we all try it?"

Hearing this, Mo Li couldn't help but glance at Nanhua and said, "Uncle, if you want to be roasted again, I will never stop you." ”

Thinking of the feeling of coming all the way, like ants on a hot pot, Nanhua shivered for no reason, and he smiled and said, "Then forget it!"

Ling Tianyang haha

Laughing: "You guys think too much, since this is a place where the Shenhuang clan sharpens their people, how can there be such a drawback, so that you can enjoy it?" Besides, since there are three entrances, it means that there is also that kind of fire spirit, except for Wuji Dao friends, who of you can go alone?"

Nanhua smiled and said, "What Senior Brother Tianyang said is very true, and I, Nanhua, am just talking!"

Wei Wuji glanced at Ling Tianyang and Nanhua, his heart suddenly moved, and he immediately understood that the two of them actually meant something else, and at that moment he hugged his fists at Ling Tianyang and the three of them and said, "Wait for a while, Wuji will come when he goes." ”

After saying that, his body moved, and he was already running away into the distance.

Nanhua looked at Wei Wuji's distant back, his consciousness moved, and he said to Ling Tianyang: "Senior Brother Tianyang, if my Nanhua feeling is not wrong, I'm afraid that Wuji Daoist has a good relationship with the Divine Phoenix clan!"

Ling Tianyang's divine sense moved: "It's not shallow, in fact, I have always had a feeling that the fire qi in his body is very likely to be the unique unquenchable fire of the Divine Phoenix Clan, and even the legendary Immortal Cangyan is not necessarily. ”

Nanhua's divine sense exclaimed, "It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

Ling Tianyang smiled slightly, "On him, what's impossible about this?"

Nanhua thought back to the scorching steps of the Divine Phoenix Clan's Tempering Clan since he met Wei Wuji, the special treatment given to him by that Light Gate, and the many things that were different from ordinary people in him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart: Maybe it was really what Ling Tianyang said.

At this point, he had been deeply convinced of the advice that Ling Tianyang had given him before, and it was really possible for the fate of their clan to change because of Wei Wuji, provided that after they left here, Wei Wuji agreed to wade into the troubled waters.

On the one hand, he had strong hopes for Wei Wuji, whose strength was getting stronger and stronger, expecting him to bring a surprise to his sister Mo Xue, who was above the top, on the other hand, he was worried that Wei Wuji's strength was too strong, and if he really defeated Mo Xue and hit Mo Xue's cultivation heart, it would be worth the loss.

At the same time, he actually has a little secret dissatisfaction in his heart, in terms of age, he is above Wei Wuji, in terms of background and resources, he is also far above Wei Wuji, in terms of talent, he is among his peers in the Mo family, in addition to his sister Mo Xue, he is also an outstanding existence, it can be said that since he was born, he is the pride of the sky.

But since he met Wei Wuji, he felt that what he had was nothing in front of him, and this gap had actually deeply pierced his proud heart, and for a while, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and bursts of churning.

(End of chapter)