A ray of light, as white as snow and as bright as the moon, slashed down fiercely from above, and slashed straight at the gold-clothed man's body. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The mirror shone brightly, instantly pierced the evil qi, and came to the place where the gold-clothed man was sitting in front of him, even if the opponent had now turned into powder, shattering the form god, but the young man still did not give up, and continued to urge the power of the immortal weapon, a hand knife poked out, and then chopped down, directly locked those powders, and bombarded the past again.

It's just turned into powder, and even refining the void can't be killed, let alone an immortal!

Seeing the blade, the young man knew that he was not a half-immortal he once thought, but a genuine immortal. After all, in that battle, it was all immortals fighting, and the half-immortals were too weak.

A blow of sword light illuminated this place, and even the clouds of evil qi like ink dyed it transparently, illuminating every minute, endless, and meticulous knife light, ravaging everything here vertically and horizontally, obliterating everything that could exist.

"Who are you?" a voice sounded in the empty void, with a hint of confusion, a little annoyance, and even more inexplicable.

This voice is the person at the beginning, and the young man remembers it clearly.

"Hah!" Spiegel twisted slightly, then stretched and extended, revealing the image of a young man.

"Who are you?" the voice was still puzzled.

"Ahh

Kill my whole clan, and don't even remember what I look like?!

"I'm coming, kill you!" The young man didn't explain, the imperial envoy turned into an immortal weapon to form himself, filling everything with himself, and a knife light slashed out, following the fluctuation traces of the sound, bombarding the past.

It's not something hard to do. Follow your voice and fight back all the way, it's just a little trick, a little meaning.

"Humph!"

The voice snorted, and its figure appeared in the dark corner on the side, and it came with the trend, and the attack and killing that went down the river disappeared in an instant in this cold snort.

"Even a native monkey dares to offend me!" the man in gold shook his robe, and a small ball of light appeared in the cuff, and then locked on to the young man and threw him out.

"Die!" the man in gold sneered.

Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded here, drowning the young man's place, and the entire evil cloud shrank inward, and the mysterious and gorgeous formations lit up in the void, increasing the power and burying everything inside.

"Explosion is art!" the man in gold stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the young man buried in it, and said disdainfully.

This is the arrangement he has prepared here for hundreds of years, and the surrounding area of this place has already laid a net of heaven and earth, and there are many traps, enough to bury those Diao people who always want to harm me!

"These old antiques were all bad in the first place!" the golden-clad man thought as he summoned back his lost body unit.

Grains of light came out of the void, flew in, and attached to the golden-clothed man's body, like a moth to a fire, and like a milk bird returning to the forest, dotting him, filling him, and restoring his years of cultivation.

The fourth-order refining void is to begin to condense oneself, summarize everything about oneself, and live in one's own way.

In general, that is, either in runes, or in catalogues, or in some other form that you like or choose, summarize your life, constitute a unit that you define, and then smelt your own body and everything into it, and get what you have, which is the cultivation process of refining the void.

And after raising everything to the level of immortals, he summarized and condensed it again, and put all the wisdom, all achievements, all mana, all states, and all forms and gods that he obtained, even if it was the origin, into it, and smelted them all into one unit, the unit of the immortals, the foundation of the immortals, and the basic units of the immortals.

The basic unit of the immortal is an immortal base.

The division of immortals is not the same as the following.

Because the immortals are transcendent from the outside world, the basis that constitutes the immortals is, and must be, such a nature.

The fourth-order refining is to refine life, to refine the "human growth river" of one's past, and to be at the peak of one's strength at all times. As the last level of the fourth order of immortals, it naturally contains all the characteristics and properties of the previous path.

An immortal base, the foundation of immortals, the foundation of immortals, this is the foundation of all immortals. All supernatural powers, all divine soul bodies, and all origin bones are all contained in this form.

Immortals polish mana, or polish skills, is to polish their own immortal base, tempering, and improving quality, this is a qualitative practice, so much, naturally it is to refine more immortal base.

No matter how weak an immortal is, he only needs one immortal base, just by virtue of this empty shell, he can almost crush all the existence of the lower ranks, even if that person is a half-immortal.

A half-immortal, if you want to kill an immortal, you must have an immortal weapon, you must have the foundation of a real immortal, there is no immortal base, what to fight!

A kilogram of cotton, vs a kilogram of iron, who hurts more?

One Earth, or one Earth condensed into neutron star matter, who is more powerful?

So, I don't need to say it explicitly.

"A bunch of Diaomin!" said the golden-clothed man angrily.

He naturally saw that the person who came was a half-immortal, and it seemed that he was still a figure with a great background, and if he killed such a person, it was already unsafe here, and he couldn't stay any longer, and he had to evacuate before his companions arrived.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" the golden-clothed man walked back and forth in place, scolding angrily: "You natives, why can't you settle down a little! Why do you always force me!"

Between the mood swings, the body of the gold-clothed man also lit up with a little dim and inexplicable light, flashing and flashing, as if he had a spiritual intelligence.

A sword light shattered the mud that had collapsed together, and slashed fiercely at the gold-clothed man, followed by the young man's greeting.

"It's not over yet!"

"You guys, damn it!" the gold-clothed man was furious, slapped it over, and a huge claw grabbed it fiercely, tearing open a heavy void, shattering the sword light, and pressed it all the way, imprinted on the young man's body, and instantly knocked it back to the appearance of the mirror.

"It's just a half-immortal, and you dare to deceive me!" The man in gold was furious and said, "When Lao Tzu was immortal, you didn't know where it was!"

"Indeed, you are an old-timer, how can you remember us juniors!" The mirror lit up, blending into the form and spirit of the young man, supporting and filling him, borrowing the unit of the immortal path to his master, and filling his body with his own immortal dao, so that he could truly stand at the level of an immortal and fight with the immortal.

Half immortal, you can borrow other people's immortal paths, but there is no immortal body, no immortal base, not a real peerless asset, what to use to win an immortal who is beyond the mundane in all aspects! After all, half immortal, there is a half word!

"Come!"

The young man punched out, the fairy light was bright, as sharp as a sword, cutting through all things to block, as thick as a long knife, as if hundreds of millions of mountains were turned out here, overlapping and merging with fists, and everywhere he passed, everything turned into nothingness, whether it was the earth shatter or the turbid qi, they couldn't bear such a heavy pressure, all of them collapsed, turned into a more subtle structure, and disappeared from view.

"Go straight, it's endless!" "The man in gold is in a very bad mood now, just like when he found out that there was a little guy who didn't know where he opened his book and discovered his secret, it has been a long time, and there has been no such anger!

"Little ghost, you've annoyed me. The gold-clothed man took out his palm, like a river across the sky, directly cut it off, and stopped there abruptly.

"I will punish him for his recklessness in discovering my secrets, and wipe out all his kinship connections, all those who are related to each other, even if it is a cat or a tree, I will kill them all. The gold-clothed man sighed and said, "You found me here and knew about me, then I can only kill you." You can rest assured, not a single one will be left. ”

With the malice of .naked, naked, naked, the man in gold slowly retracted his fist, and then blasted out again, killing a billion times in an instant, punching to the flesh, without any flower frame, with the powerful essence of an immortal two, crushed over and over again.

"Pegasus, Flying Eagle Meteor Fist!" the fist fell, and the gold-clothed man said loudly.

"Hahaha!ha!"

The golden-clothed man laughed wildly and said, "Just a mere native, even in such a mythical world, how can I be able to defeat me!

"Really?" an unfamiliar voice rang out in that place.

"Dove!" a man in white walked out there, and behind him was a young man with a pale face.

To surpass his own immortal weapon and forcibly pull himself to the level of an immortal is also a very painful and difficult thing for a half-immortal like him. After all, the ascension of the immortal weapon is to completely replace, fill, and extend the imperial envoy with its own immortal base, and it will be forcefully stretched out and blown to that point.

"It's you. The man in gold looked at the beauty in white and said indifferently.

This person, he also knows, is a Terran immortal who is currently stationed here at a node, and thousands of years ago, he was also a well-known existence, an infatuated species, for the sake of his dead fiancée, he was willing to give up himself, and used himself as a medium to become her.

"I heard that in order to resurrect your fiancée, you are willing to give yourself, use her as your foundation, and become her carrier. The golden-clothed dove looked at the white-clothed beauty and said with a smile.

"It's not about you. The beauty in white was expressionless, he didn't want to talk about this topic.

"You're so infatuated, but there will be a lot of girls who like it. The dove said with a grin.

"By the way, I've always wanted to ask a question. The dove suddenly asked curiously: "Although yes, the body of the immortal is not divided into male and female, but only composed of immortal base." The external image depends on one's own perception. ”

"So the question is, are you a man or a woman now?

Who do you think you are?"