At this moment, it is already seven breaths.

As long as there are three more breaths, as long as these three breaths pass. Waiting for the great forbidden life to be formed, even if the body is extremely stingy and condensed, there is a way to wipe it out and obtain the purest power of life and death in the body.

In the Nine Heavenly Flame Pillars, there were already thirty-two golden monuments suspended in the middle.

In the seven-breath time, thirty-two huge monuments were lit up, and only four were left unlit.

But twenty-nine of them were already lit at the sixth breath, and only two giant monuments were lit at the seventh breath.

The further you go, the harder it gets.

Yan Zun's face was extremely pale, and he was already extremely weak. But he still gritted his teeth, constantly hooking out the essence blood and lighting up the soul monument.

"Just four pieces... It can light up thirty-six pieces of souls. This is a taboo of impermanence and was specially created for the sake of extreme miserliness. In order to completely break this attachment to life and death under the seal of non-permanent rebirth!"

"Three breaths... Impermanence Rebirth Rubbing and Brahma Mind Spectrum... Lingbao Daozun has one left. Enough delay!"

As the words fell, Yan Zun stretched out his finger again and pointed to the center of his eyebrows, hooked out a drop of essence blood, and drew a talisman into the stele. Stroke after stroke, sketch out the mysterious Buddhist texts that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

But at the moment when the pen was finally finished, Yan Zun's fingers trembled. I almost missed this pen, and the plate was empty.

He hurriedly corrected this stroke steadily, and waited for this stroke to fall behind. The golden light of the giant monument rose brightly, and it instantly floated in the nine-colored flame pillar of the sky, and hung together with the other thirty-two soul suppression tablets.

When this soul stele floated, Yan Zun suddenly raised his head.

Not only him, but Lingbao and Wenzhen are two Dao Venerables. The same looks up.

They felt ripples rise in the heavens and the earth.

This is where someone came.

In a world that is already dilapidated and chaotic, an empty door has appeared.

In the empty door, a figure stepped out.

It was a monk who was half-shrouded in light and ink, and it was impossible to see his appearance.

But you can feel his realm.

"In the middle of the Xuanzhao period, you dare to come to mix this troubled water? Are you impatient?" Lingbao Daozun saw this person, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he scolded loudly.

"If you don't leave yet, do you want the old man to kill you?"

It's their plan, so big. How can you let others get involved?

Although the other party is just a sunny day, he is also afraid of accidents.

Between the words, a roar rang out, and the boom echoed.

An extremely powerful aura swept through the heavens and the earth, like a god and a demon.

With the explosion of this breath, behind that figure. A huge vortex appeared.

There are phantom steps

Stepping out of the whirlpool, it instantly merged into his body.

This is just a thought, and thousands of phantoms are integrated, making this momentum even more vigorous and thunderous.

"This is the ..... of Nirvana" Lingbao Daozun felt the atmosphere surging and worshipped, and the pupils of his eyes shrank slightly. But still with perseverance.

"At the beginning of Nirvana, it was the old man who looked away. But the old man Lingbao is known as the first person under the destruction realm, and there are not dozens of Nirvana powerhouses who died under the hands of the old man, and there are also a number of hands. If you step forward again, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

Wenzhen Daozun looked back at the figure from afar, but didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to raise his sword and cut the turbidity.

This person who suddenly appeared was just an insignificant little person for Wen Zhen Daozun, and it was not too late to kill him after ten breaths.

The golden dragon groaned, and the light emitted instantly overshadowed the black and white fireworks.

Being in the center of the battlefield, the aftermath of the sword machine was violent. It made Chu Cheng's body constantly slam and vibrate, even the divine soul. There is a feeling that once you fall into this sword machine, you will never recover.

"This is the Destruction Realm... It's really powerful, and it can't be matched. Chu Cheng muttered in his heart and looked at the old man again.

"Lingbao?, this name is familiar. It seems to have been heard somewhere. ”

Chu Cheng thought for a while, but he only left it behind in a thought.

In this terrifying sword machine, his body was constantly shocked, and the qi and blood in his body were boiling.

The two-color fireworks were so monstrous that it was difficult to see even coughing up blood under this majesty.

After a while, the sword machine was gone. But the cloudy color began to roll violently, surging waves.

Extremely stingy to condense his body, and the aura he emitted is even more terrifying.

At this moment, the faces of the three powerhouses on this side suddenly changed greatly.

There is a sense of emptiness that suddenly rises in my heart.

It's not a feeling, it's true. The millions of miles of turbidity began to dissipate rapidly. But the evil aura still permeates the heavens and the earth.

Thick as it dissipates.

"Is this the void, is it the ...... of the Skyclave" Chu Cheng felt this aura, and the first thing he thought of was the scene he saw in the Demon Lord's residence.

At that time, the aura spread by the Demon Lord and the Donghua Immortal King was like this.

"This is the Boundless, the Skyclave. Even if it is immortal and immortal, in front of this, it can only be empty!"

Chu Cheng knew that there could be no hesitation. Once this extremely miserly body gathers, then everyone will go into obsessive life and death. Fall into the illusion all year round, and taste the immortality.

But that's everything

It's false, it's not life but it's death.

Chu Cheng stepped out in one step, his eyes burning red.

The appearance of this red flame made this heaven and earth shake for a while.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth changed color. The three supreme powerhouses present were also at this moment, and their faces changed for a while.

They saw that the land of a million miles was no longer broken. The same is true of all the chaos.

What was presented in front of them was a beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, but in a trance, a big red mist was rolling. It's like being caught in a rolling red dust.

In the red dust, there is a million-mile Yangtze River rushing to the surging water, but it is not clear, but extremely turbid.

Even the scorching sun in the sky cannot shine into the stream.

This is the brightest dicolor in this world.

At that moment, a thin line fell from the sky. Like a light feather.

This light feather falls, but it is like such a sharp sword, separating this great river.

The turbidity is opened in a line, and in this opening, black and white are reappeared.

Wen Zhen Daozun and others felt an incomparably strong sense of vitality and death at this moment.

This is the true meaning of life and death.

Life allows people to bathe and be reborn, and this death can make people irreversible.

Under this clear black and white. Everyone saw someone hooking one finger, and with the death intent in his hand as the lead, the surging ink of the Yangtze River surged up in an instant, rising towards that finger.

The white half of the river, in the turbulent rolling, continues to be poor. Into the body of the man.

Roar again. This is the magnificence of the opening of the sky.

Thus is the vision of heaven and earth.

There is a powerful aura brewing, breaking through the layers of clouds, sprinkling dazzling brilliance that can suppress the sharp edge of the stars, and gradually forming a majestic and spectacular yin and yang diagram of life and death.

In the face of this yin and yang of life and death, not only Yan Zun and others, but also the cultivators who watched the jade curtain, all of them suddenly stood up in their hearts as small as dust, as well as endless awe.

This is life and death, and even a cultivator cannot transcend it.

But what about this life, and what is there to fear in death?

Some are just in control of life and death.

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