Begin immortality by slaying demons

The moment Shen Yi sacrificed his golden body, the situation on the field had already changed.

Even if the golden body is only seven feet tall, it is still not a complete state of transformation into a god.

But he is also the only "normal" golden monk in the Daqian Dynasty.

Before the ancestor recovered from his injury.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Shen Yi is the current helmsman of the broken sampan called Wumiao.

This is the reason for Zhu Jue's surprise.

The junior brother revealed his true cultivation level, which means that the other party has officially decided to stand up and fight.

For a monk in the realm of gods, before the realm is completely stable, the most important thing is to protect himself.

Everything else can be temporarily tolerated.

For example, the lives of these Hunyuan Grandmasters.

"..."

Thinking of this, Zhu Jue looked at the young man beside him, with emotion in his eyes.

While his talent is astonishing, he is also so responsible.

Not only did Junior Brother live up to Xiao Wu's trust, he was also much more reliable than others expected.

but.

Xiao Wu subconsciously asked his junior brother to put away his golden body. This move was obviously because he did not intend to accept the kindness of his junior brother, and hoped that the other party could continue to practice until he truly became a giant that could shock everyone around him.

"Go back quickly, I want to be alone for a while."

Wu Daoan looked a little distracted and urged Shen Yi to leave the martial arts temple.

Perhaps it was because Senior Brother Zhu had emitted the golden light first and had some foreshadowing, and then saw the golden body, that he was not frightened and fainted just now.

Now that I think about it carefully, I am more frightened than surprised.

Up and down the Martial Arts Temple, a bunch of old people, including myself, spent a long time eating the vast incense and wishing power. What role did it play?

If only these things could be handed over to Shen Yi a hundred years earlier.

Maybe now the martial temple has built its main hall on the tomb of Qianyao Cave.

Shen Yi and Zhu Jue glanced at the demented old man, shook their heads, picked up the wooden box on the ground, and left the hall together.

No one mentioned the death of these two Hunyuan Grandmasters again.

Before you have enough strength, whatever you say is nonsense.

"Hoo."

When Wu Daoan was the only one left in the martial arts temple.

He slowly walked to the ancestor's feet, looked up at the angry but lifeless face of the other party, hesitated for a moment, wiped the altar on both sides of the other party with his sleeves, and then tried to climb to the left and sit cross-legged.

After feeling it for a while, I felt that the altar was cold and stiff, and seemed uninteresting.

He opened his mouth and let out a silent laugh.

Although the current Shen Yi is not enough to really change anything, it has given Wu Daoan a sense of hope.

With time, the Great Qian Dynasty could finally no longer rely on the Immortal Sect to guard Kyushu.

The Hunyuan Grandmasters who grew up here no longer need to be hunting dogs for Xuanguang Cave, as if they are inherently inferior.

…

Courtyard A of Wu Temple.

Shen Yi said goodbye to Senior Brother Zhu, who was now at the critical moment of breaking through and no longer needed help from others.

Returned to the courtyard alone.

Close the door habitually.

Shen Yi sat back on the bed, closed her eyes and recalled the remains of Dao Ying she had just seen.

One of them is almost indistinguishable from the one of Changqing Zhenren, and the other one is slightly worse, with only a spiritual root in the heart.

Upper realm Hunyuan and middle realm Hunyuan?

Any one of them is a strong man who can easily solve the demon disaster in Qingzhou, but he falls silently.

It seems that the situation outside is more dangerous than I imagined.

You are about to leave Daqian, so you need to be fully prepared.

Shen Yi opened her eyes and no longer felt sorry for the demon Shouyuan.

Directly condensed a demonic origin.

[Remaining Demon Lifespan: Fourteen Thousand Three Hundred and Twelve Years]

The moment his mind touched the source, a large number of strange demonic remnants appeared in his sight again.

Shen Yi quickly found the broken up white dragon.

The next moment, the demon souls began to gather.

A familiar wailing began to echo in Shen Yi's mind, but this time it turned into a dragon's roar.

As time passes slowly.

A white dragon that had shrunk many times gradually solidified, about three feet long, hanging in the room with the dragon's body coiled around it.

Its eyes were full of awe: "The white dragon meets my Lord!"

"Write down all the information you know about demons, monks' caves, and treasures of heaven and earth." Shen Yi had no intention of being polite to it.

"Reporting to my lord, Bailong has been living alone for nearly a thousand years. He only met one Qingqiu fox demon, who was killed by my lord. The treasure of heaven and earth, a Silver Moon Cold Lotus, was stolen by a shameless female thief..."

Good guy, there are two demon souls condensed in total.

A home girl, a home dragon.

Shen Yi waved his hand wordlessly and put it directly into the panel.

[Hunyuan (Jane): White Dragon Demon King]

He is worthy of being a demon king who is comparable to the Hunyuan Grandmaster in the extreme realm. Ten thousand years is worth twenty thousand years to Lady Qinghua.

Shen Yi's mood improved a little, and she took out the temple blessing book and put it in the palm of her hand.

Then he mobilized the demon Shou Yuan and poured it into the Arhat's Golden Body Technique.

According to his guess, since Qinghua's soul can suppress distracting thoughts, other demon souls should be able to do the same.

Could such a big golden body not be able to accommodate two demons?

However, the next prompt on the panel made Shen Yi slowly frown.

[In the first year, you began to continue to digest the incense and wish power and refine it into golden light. The complicated thoughts came to your mind again. You suddenly recalled the torture you had suffered, and subconsciously called out the blue flower and white dragon. I hope I can follow the same method]

[In the tenth year, with the help of Qinghua, you two began to try to force the distracting thoughts into the white dragon soul. Unfortunately, the progress was not smooth. At first, Mrs. Qinghua was in harmony with the Yin God, but the white dragon and the Yin God's golden body There is no connection between them, you two are thinking about how to put it into the golden body]

[In the thirty-sixth year, you suggested that you simply imitate the method of nine transformations of the immortal demon and imprison the white dragon into the golden body. Qinghua thoughtfully tried to transform the golden body into a large prison]

[In the 890th year, you gradually turned your thoughts into actions, and the Arhat’s golden body and dharma changed.]

[In the 1700th year, Mrs. Qinghua forcibly detained Bailong, followed closely behind, re-digesting the power of incense and wish, and suppressing distracting thoughts into Bailong's body]

No, the good Golden Body Technique has turned into demonic martial arts again?

Shen Yi looked at the panel strangely.

As if to verify his idea, two more reminders immediately came up.

[Acquired: Transformation of God (Jane). Golden Body to Suppress Prison Dharma]

[Suppress all the demons in the world with a golden body and endless demon prison]

The deduction became smoother and smoother, the demon Shou Yuan disappeared like flowing water, and the white fog in the sky became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[Introduction to the Golden Body Prison Dharma]

The technique has achieved a breakthrough, but the movement has not stopped.

Until one-fifth of the entire Daqian Dynasty's incense and wish power was swallowed up by a full 70%.

The remaining 10,000 years of the demon's lifespan was immediately emptied.

Shen Yi fell into silence, stepped out of the house, called out the red clouds, and flew across the sky.

Just now, the writing about Bai Long disappeared on the panel.