Chapter 1299: Blazing the trail and going through life and death
Shennong had already urged his own transformation avenue to the extent of transcending the extreme, and the Dao mangs transformed by his body also drifted away little by little with his movements.
What it contains is the life qi that is rich to the extreme, this process is almost irreversible, and Shennong, who is bound by the Mandate of Heaven, can even feel that the rapid passage of Shou Yuan, and the end of the Mandate of Heaven is approaching him.
But even so, in the face of the Great Red Lord, it is still at an absolute disadvantage, and it only has the power to parry, although its attack can hurt the Great Red Lord, but it simply cannot shake its Taiqing origin!
This means that all attacks are meaningless to the Great Red God.
Shennong is different from Li Qinglian, his realm is even one point higher than Li Qinglian, and he has even attained the Great Dao of Transformation.
It's a pity that the Avenue of Transformation can only be regarded as a small Daoer compared to the chaotic avenue that embraces all rivers.
Therefore, even if Li Qinglian has not attained the Chaos Dao, he still has the capital to confront the Great Red Lord, but Shennong cannot, his Transformation Dao is not complete, and only by reaching the peak can he have the strength to kill the Great Red Lord.
Since ancient times, there have only been two people in the world who have reached the pinnacle, and one person is the great god of Pangu, who not only won the championship, but even has the ability to transcend.
The other person is Hongjun, whose immortal path has been widely practiced by later generations, and why? It is only because this is the only way to go other than Pangu.
The only way to reach the peak, so everyone in the world walks the immortal path, they only need to follow the steps of Hongjun to have the qualification to reach the peak!
For those who practice the path of immortals, what they cultivate is only the way of others after all, and they are the way walkers, because this path has already been trodden by others.
Shennong is different, they are the pioneers, and the way they walk is their own way, no one knows whether this road will reach the peak, even they don't know.
But they firmly believe in their hearts that there will always be a day when they will step on the peak! Every Mixed Yuan Realm in this world is a path worthy of praise, and they are all crazy!
So there is a qualitative difference between the two.
On the basis of the immortal Dao, the Great Red God has been generously blessed by the Heavenly Dao, as well as the blessing of the Taiqing Heaven, and the strength is rare in the ages.
In the face of such an enemy, Shennong had no other means than to do his best to resist the attack of the Great Red Lord.
And Shennong had scruples, and during the battle, the Great Red Heavenly Lord poured out the power of his own law from time to time to the battlefield below him! Not only all mortal beings, but even all the heavens and immortals!
Shennong naturally tried everything to intercept it, the Great Red God didn't care about the life or death of the immortals of the heavens, he had the power of creation, and he could even reshape the thirty-three heavens, not to mention these cannon fodder?
But Shennong cared, he couldn't bear to see any mortal monk die on the battlefield, because he had seen too much in the past ten thousand years......
Time passed minute by minute, and every moment spent by the nervous Shennong was an inexplicable torment for him.
Half a moon later, the immortals of the heavens and mortal beings suffered countless deaths and injuries, but there was not a single corpse on the ground, and they successfully forced the immortals of the heavens to retreat.
At this moment, He Lao no longer had the slightest contempt for mortal dust, because he saw the glory that once belonged to the flood in the figures.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "If I hadn't chosen to leave, how good it would be...... It's a pity ......"
"Li Qinglian, Li Qinglian, I only blame you for being born too late......"
During this time, Shennong had already reached a critical point, unable to control the drifting of his body, and his tense mind had also reached a critical point.
At this moment, a hideous smile appeared on the face of the Great Red Lord, and he said coldly: "You are distracted, and you are also dead!"
The hand broke the blade and slashed down wildly, in order to completely kill Shennong, it was even infused with a trace of Taiqing origin power.
But in the face of this knife, Shennong couldn't raise the slightest strength, and just when he wanted to forcibly urge the Dao of transformation, the Dao Mangs that formed his Dao body fluttered violently.
His body almost turned into a bubble, and he knelt on the ground weakly......
Looking at the falling sword, Shennong was stunned, he didn't know what kind of determination Li Qinglian had to fight with this pervert for 100,000 years.
He has done his best, but he still can't become an existence side by side with Li Qinglian, his existence is irreplaceable, and this battle can't be without him......
"After all, can it only be this extent?" Alas, ......" A long sigh expressed the powerlessness in his heart, he Shennong was the first person to make up his mind to abandon the glory of the past, welcome the new era, and take the first step.
Enlightenment in the heart, no one can compare, and at the same time, it is also the first person to prove his own avenue and go against the current, if there is no Shennong's hard support, Li Qinglian is not in this 100,000 years, no one knows what kind of situation Fan Chen will fall into.
He has done his best for this world, but he still has to be ruthlessly crushed, and the reality is so cruel.
A white dress that had already been dyed blood-colored in the snow looked up, but let out a long sigh and said hoarsely: "Is this the end?"
At this moment, there is no one alive in the hundreds of miles around his body! The corpses are all over the field, and the mercy in the snow that launched the ruthlessness is simply outrageous, and under the blessing of the Immortal Dao, the mercy in the snow is still uninjured until now!
But what can it be, as soon as Shennong dies, it will all be over, and the knife of the Great Red God is a knife that crushes the mortal dust.
In a trance, it can still be seen that Zisheng is fighting bloodily, even if he is drenched in blood, he still does not retreat half a point, but he turns into a dead two-headed giant snake, and his body has already been cut off, and there is no way to live.
But with red eyes, he dragged dozens of golden immortals to Huangquan together......
The little ghost looked up to the sky and roared wildly, in pain, but he couldn't stop it, so he could only stop his grief by killing.
Xiao Gu was also lying quietly in the void at this moment, his body as solid as a stone of gold bones was also crushed, and the blazing soul fire in his eyes was completely extinguished.
Since the day he was created by Li Qinglian, after thousands of years, he has wandered on the edge of life and death, and finally found his own home, the destination of death.
Until the moment the soul fire dissipated, his eyes always looked into the depths of the void, which was the direction in which Li Qinglian left at the beginning......
He is still looking forward to Li Qinglian's return......
The black crow was furious, the true flame of the sun burned hundreds of millions of miles, and countless immortals were killed, but he couldn't stay in the end......
Long Yao couldn't stop crying, but there was nothing she could do, Tao Bao roared hoarsely, but Xiao Gu wouldn't wake up again!
Sadness, separation, anger, betrayal, killing intent, life and death, this is the battlefield, the battlefield between immortals and mortals.
The once familiar figures fell one by one, only to make a final struggle in despair.
But all this is over after all, the knife of the Great Red God is not only Shennong's life, but also the future of mortals.
However, at this moment, there was a desperate roar from the mortal dust camp.
"No!"
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