Novelink Chapter 513
Chapter 513
Lingxiao Palace is the most important place in heaven, ranking first among the one hundred and eight palaces.
Even such a heavy place is in ruins at this moment, with broken walls and ruins everywhere. It has obviously experienced turmoil that even a Mahayana monk like the young patriarch can hardly imagine.
Even if it is dilapidated, the remaining ruins are not something that a Mahayana monk like him can shake.
But in this Lingxiao Palace, only one thing is relatively complete.
That is the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.
The Heavenly Emperor's throne is not special. Although it is made of unimaginable immortal gold, it is not qualitatively different from other things in the Lingxiao Palace.
The key to its relative integrity is the person sitting on the throne.
Behind the Lingxiao Palace, Qiao Mu and his four flesh and blood clones fought fiercely with three Mahayana monks.
However, no matter how fierce the fight was, the aftermath did not disturb the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.
This is not because the young Patriarch and others have respect for the Emperor of Heaven. Even in the life and death battle, they have some concerns and restraint in their magic.
But the Emperor of Heaven was willing to die, and his body still had supernatural powers.
The truth is this.
But when the young Patriarch saw Qiao Mu and the Emperor's Corpse squeezed into a seat to avoid his spells, his mind was still confused.
He seemed to understand, but was still shocked.
"This is the body of the Emperor of Heaven..." The young Patriarch couldn't help shouting.
"Yes, with Brother Tiandi helping me, you, a little monk in this world, should be killed as early as possible!"
While shouting loudly, Qiao Mu exerted his strength with both hands, and actually made another move that the young patriarch did not expect.
He raised the corpse of the Heavenly Emperor with both hands, and like a swordsman holding a sword in his hand, he slashed towards the young patriarch.
"You?! How could you do such a disrespectful thing?"
The young Patriarch was shocked and angry. He was about to use his hand to block the attack, but suddenly he seemed to feel something. He stepped on the Eight Steps of Heavenly Dragon and flew backwards in a hurry.
The sharp force passed by, causing the Lingxiao Palace to tremble slightly wherever it went, while the protective pagoda magic weapon hanging above the young Patriarch's head suddenly dimmed.
Fortunately, he had a sudden impulse and flew backwards, narrowly avoiding it.
"Your purity is too low." Qiao Mu carried the corpse of the Heavenly Emperor with both hands, as if he were carrying a heavy mountain. All the bones in his body were cracking softly, making an overwhelmed sound.
“Every plant, tree, sand, and stone can be made into a sword, so why can’t people be made into a sword?”
"If you use a sword as a sword, you will eventually fall into the inferior way; if you use a person as a sword, you will be the superior swordsman."
"Nonsense." The young Patriarch did not dare to show his strength, but kept dodging in the Lingxiao Palace.
The body of the Emperor of Heaven was not a sword. Qiao Mu just raised his hands. His body, which was already seriously injured and on the verge of death, became even more overwhelmed. The movement of swinging the sword was also deformed and no longer accurate.
Like a young child wielding a heavy sword, his movements are obviously deformed and full of flaws.
It's just that even if the Emperor of Heaven is dead, he is still invulnerable to all attacks and spells cannot be applied to him, making the young patriarch's head as big as a bucket difficult to get close to.
"If you can't flatter it, just avoid it."
The young patriarch's eyes gradually became cold.
As one of the origins of the Kyushu Refining Martial Arts and the founder of the Immortal Sect, he has no identity baggage.
As soon as he thought about it, he quickly ran back, planning to leave the Lingxiao Palace directly.
After the death of Patriarch Lingxu, he waited for half an hour and then bombarded the Lingxiao Palace for half an hour.
He has a lot of patience, not to mention a few hours, but also a few days.
"Want to leave? It's too late."
Qiao Mu naturally saw the intention of the young ancestor. He struggled to lift the corpse of the Heavenly Emperor, which was as heavy as a mountain, with both hands. A trace of blood gushed out from the wounds all over his body.
His body was still bruised and bruised, and he couldn't care less about these flesh wounds now.
The Human Dao Jing is a cultivation method that gathers earth into a mountain. He has practiced for eighteen thousand years and has accumulated a huge amount of majestic energy and blood, with infinite vitality.
But after fighting three Mahayana monks in succession, especially after killing the Patriarch Lingxu with the disintegration of the demon, he has already reached the point where his life is exhausted, and he can only rely on two flesh and blood clones to survive for a while.
The majestic energy and blood had been almost exhausted, and he did not even heal the flesh wounds, in order to save the little energy and spirit left to deal with the young ancestor's move.
"This is the last sword..."
"The Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique!"
He flew over and slashed through the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven in his hand.
In this endless sea of clouds, a trace of blood suddenly appeared.
This is an arc of light that is as scarlet as blood. The blood-colored light appears like the morning sun, like a rock that separates the sea. The sea of clouds boils violently and separates to both sides.
This bloody light is fleeting.
When the light faded, the emperor's corpse was lying low on the ground.
The young Patriarch took two steps forward in a daze. The pagoda above his head split in two from the middle and fell to the ground.
As for his body, with the middle as the boundary, a line of blood appeared from the top of his head to his waist, which was completely cut and severed.
The physical body was completely severed in two, and at the last moment the young founder's Nascent Soul escaped from the sea of self-consciousness. However, there was also a clear cut mark on the Nascent Soul villain, which was dull and dull, with cracks all over the body.
Although he has not died immediately, he is already on the verge of death just like the tree.
But at this moment, the corpse of the Heavenly Emperor beside him suddenly flashed.
The two of them looked closely and saw that the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven, which had fallen to the ground together with Qiao Mu, was actually on the throne again.
Wisps of milky white mist gathered upward from the head of the Emperor's corpse, turning into a small pale white cloud.
"This..." The young ancestor's Nascent Soul sensed it carefully, and suddenly showed a look of shock and anger:
"A wisp of pure immortal energy emanating from the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven... If it is refined immediately, it is probably not as simple as ascending to heaven in broad daylight..."
"Could it be that the so-called opportunity to become an immortal is not this heaven with abundant spiritual energy, but the only corpse in this heaven, the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven?"
The young ancestor's Nascent Soul was stunned, and it was a little hard to accept.
This Qiao Mu was very disrespectful to the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven, and waved the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven as a weapon, but the result was that a wisp of the immortal energy of the Emperor of Heaven was dispersed...
"It's a lucky coincidence, and it's just right for me."
The young ancestor's Nascent Soul walked towards the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven, but just after taking a few steps, the cracks on the body of the Nascent Soul became more dense, and seemed to spread from the middle.
"Hateful, just one step away!"
The young ancestor gritted his teeth and reached out in vain to the pure immortal energy on the flesh of the Emperor of Heaven.
The distance of just a few steps was an insurmountable chasm.
His body was completely dead, and his Nascent Soul was almost cut in two, suffering irreversible fatal injuries.
Not to mention the wisp of immortal energy emanating from the corpse of the Heavenly Emperor.
Even if the Heavenly Emperor came back to life, I am afraid he could not save him from the gates of hell.
The ecstasy just now was instantly dispersed by rage, and at the end of his life, he glared at Qiao Mu:
"You evil creature!"
The Nascent Soul of the young ancestor was no longer calm as before, and his face was full of rage.
"Use all means, die together, are you satisfied?"
Qiao Mu sat down on the ground, sitting next to the corpse of the Heavenly Emperor, quietly raising his eyelids to look at him.
Fighting three Mahayana ancestors in a row, he has already tried his best, and the martial arts he has practiced for 18,000 years have been displayed one by one.
Five bodies, each with their own martial arts, surrounded and killed the Qingmu Patriarch, the demon disintegrated the flesh and blood furnace to kill the Lingxu Patriarch, and finally relied on the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art to forcibly prolong his life with the sword-cutting sword art.
At this point, his energy and spirit were exhausted, his unique skills were exhausted, and his five lives were exhausted, and he had nothing to hold back.
"Of course I am satisfied." Qiao Mu raised the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly.
When he entered this Guixu, he had no intention of returning to the human world alive. He fought several battles in the heavenly court with all his strength, just to kill all the ancestors of the immortal gate.
And now, his long journey of more than 18,000 years has finally come to an end.
Now that death is imminent, looking back on this long journey, he feels that the endless dream of immortality in the past, as well as the countless self-consumption and self-torture in the dream, have also become much warmer.
People's memories are often filtered with warmth.
Especially before death at this moment.
"I have been practicing martial arts for more than 18,000 years."
"I have done my best in this life and have gained a lot. I think I have no regrets."
As for why the Heavenly Court fell into the abyss and why the heavens and the worlds came to an end, he could no longer care about so much at this time.
Although he still cares about the affairs of the world, the affairs of the world are over, and the future generations will decide what will happen to the world.
Qiao Mu sat on the ground casually and gradually closed his eyes.
His moves were exhausted, his five lives were exhausted, his spirit was exhausted, and he was like a burning firewood, completely extinguished.
............
"Are they all dead? All dead?"
Until Qiao Mu died completely and the young ancestor's Nascent Soul died, the ancestor of the Sword Sect opened his eyes.
"Then, should I take action next?"
The ancestor of the Sword Sect pondered for a long time. Logically speaking, he had watched the battle until now and had long given up the idea of taking advantage of the situation.
But the pure fairy air wafting from the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven was really unbearable for him.
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Continuing to practice in the ruins of the Heavenly Palace is certainly possible to break through, but how can it be compared with the remaining pure immortal energy of the Emperor of Heaven?
"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, don't rush..."
After thinking a lot, the ancestor of the Sword Sect decided to stay alive for a while.
The young ancestor's previous experience is still there, and the body is not cold yet. He doesn't want to fail at the last moment.
And after a long time.
He actually noticed that footsteps were heard again in the deserted ruins of the Heavenly Palace.
To be honest, this is not the footsteps of a person, but the Di Ting in the Fangcun Mountain.
At this time, Di Ting stood up, and the original dog-face features quickly converged, and finally turned into the appearance of Nian Chaosheng, the owner of Tingchao Tower.
He still looked like a handsome scholar, but he no longer had the calm temperament he had before.
At this moment, he was covered in wounds, his eyes were dim and decadent, and he just paced silently in the ruins.
"Are there any more masters?" The Sword Sect Founder frowned:
"The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind it. Behind the oriole, there is a boy holding a slingshot..."
With his cultivation in the Hedao period, he was naturally not afraid of the injured Di Ting.
But the situation was strange at the moment, so he couldn't help but want to wait and see again.
At this time.
Di Ting moved his ears slightly, looked in the direction of the Sword Sect Founder, with a blank expression on his face.
"The lunatics and fools are all dead."
"But there will always be no idiots who judge others by themselves in this world."
Di Ting stepped forward, and under the vigilant eyes of the Sword Sect Founder, he walked step by step towards the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven who had returned to the throne.
However, his eyes only glanced over the ray of immortal energy, and then returned to the bodies of Qiao Mu, the Patriarchs and others.
"Ting Ting, do you also want to get a share of the pie?"
The Patriarch of the Sword Sect finally couldn't hold himself back any longer. He emerged from the clouds and mist and quickly approached Di Ting.
"What's your share?" Di Ting said casually, with a smile on his face but not a smile:
"Can you become an immortal by fighting for that ray of immortal energy? I really laughed to death after hearing this."
"A bunch of fools came into this Gui Ruins and even thought about becoming immortals."
"These people are fighting over each other, but they are all in vain. After all, only Mr. Tianshu Taoist can be considered a sensible person."
"False? What do you mean?" The Sword Sect's Patriarch frowned, still thinking of a formula.
Di Ting, a divine beast, is not good at magical powers, but is good at listening to everything in the world.
"Why do you think Master Shu went crazy that day?" Di Ting said with a smile:
"Is this Heavenly Emperor his father? His heart collapsed when he saw his father dead?"
The Sword Sect Patriarch's face gradually became serious, and all his attention was actually on fighting for the opportunity to become an immortal and avoiding other strong men.
Looking back now, I realize that there was indeed something fishy about the death of Patriarch Tianshu.
There are a total of four Mahayana monks in the Jiuzhou Human Realm.
Patriarch Tianshu was the first to die among them, and also the easiest to die.
After cultivating to the Mahayana stage, my Taoist heart was already as strong as iron. How could it be that when I saw the Emperor of Heaven, my Taoist heart collapsed and chaos spread all over me? Then I was plotted against by other Mahayana monks and died.
"Ancestor Tianshu is the founder of the Yanshen Dao lineage." The founder of the Jianzong frowned and speculated:
"In terms of the art of divination and calculation, he is unique in the world. No one can compare with him. He has always been the person who can see the furthest point in the world."
"The Patriarch of Qingxuan Dao, Qingmu, created the Incense Dao, and the Patriarch of the Changsheng Sect created the Divine Martial Arts Dao. They were all just based on the calculations of Patriarch Tianshu..."
"So the death of Patriarch Tianshu cannot be caused by his heart breaking upon seeing the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven."
"It was the Emperor of Heaven's body that made him deduce some extremely terrible things, which caused his Taoist heart to collapse."
"Oh. It seems that if you are not blinded by the opportunity to become an immortal, you can still find a brain among these fools." After hearing this, Di just laughed:
"What the Immortal wants is nothing more than to ascend in the daytime and become an Immortal." Diting said with a sad smile:
"But this heaven is in ruins, the fairy world has been shattered...even the fairy world no longer exists, where can you ascend to?"
"Among all the worlds in the heavens, the immortal world is also a special one."
"But both the Fangcun Mountain in my heart and the only fairyland in the world have fallen into ruins."
"So the world has come to an end."
"Ten thousand years ago, the spiritual energy of Jiuzhou in the human world declined, and the human world and the immortal world were separated. No one can become an immortal, and no one can descend to the mortal world."
"Immortal monks hold different opinions. Some people think that this is part of the spiritual energy tide. Since there is a decline, it will flourish again."
"Ancestor Tianshu deduced that the spiritual energy will completely decline until it is exhausted."
"But until he saw that even the Emperor of Heaven died, Patriarch Tianshu understood... The decline of spiritual energy in the world is just a sign, and the great collapse sweeping across the heavens and worlds has already begun."
When the founder of the Sword Sect heard this, he suddenly felt blessed and felt like waking up from a dream.
As the realm of immortal cultivators increases, their longevity also increases.
By the time a monk reaches the Mahayana stage, his life span has reached tens of thousands of years.
And once you transform into an immortal and ascend to the immortal world, your life span will be long and endless, and you will enjoy immortality and live as long as heaven and earth.
Live as long as heaven and earth!
But what if...even eternity comes to an end...
"The Immortal World has been shattered. Even the Heavenly Court and the Heavenly Emperor are no longer there. There is no Immortal World anymore. Where can we ascend to?"
"The world has reached its end. There is no hope of everlasting life. If you don't make a breakthrough, you won't be able to live long..."
"This..." The founder of Jianzong just woke up from a dream when he heard this, and understood what the fool Di Ting said was going on.
These immortal monks have been waiting in this small world for tens of thousands of years to survive all the tribulations.
Finally, when the opportunity to become an immortal appeared, and the Tongtian River flowed backwards, he went to the ruins to look for the opportunity to become an immortal, and was beaten to death.
In the end, the fight was in vain, no one can become an immortal, no one can live forever!
Only the only Mahayana monk, Patriarch Tianshu, figured out all this, while the other three Mahayana monks were blinded by the opportunity to become immortals and began a long fight...
And he, who seemed to be the winner in the end, only saw that wisp of the Emperor's immortal energy before he realized that it was all false...
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" A sharp light appeared in the eyes of the Sword Sect Patriarch:
"You must be lying to me, trying to steal the opportunity to become an immortal, and destroy my Taoist heart!"
"I have been practicing hard for thousands of years, how can I be confused by your few words and become confused like Taoist Master Tianshu?"
The Patriarch of the Sword Sect was immediately furious. He flicked his sleeves and a strong wind blew Di Ting away. Then he strode into the Lingxiao Palace and walked straight towards the throne of the Heavenly Emperor.
The opportunity to become an immortal is just around the corner. He wants to become the only winner among all the immortal ancestors in this world!
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Qiao Mu opened his eyes again and looked around.
At this moment, he was still in the Lingxiao Palace of Heaven, but there was no one around him.
Apparently, he died again and returned to his dream of immortality.
At this moment, he frowned, and in his heart echoed a thought that countless immortal cultivators had thought of when facing the Qiao family.
"Why am I not dead yet?"
He had a bad premonition in his heart, and his mind sank into the immortal lock in his heart.
"Number of resurrections remaining this week: -1/5"
Qiao Mu:......
"0-1=-1, very reasonable. This is indeed not wrong, very correct."
"So, this is just a counter?"
And as he looked at it.
The last chain on the immortal lock, which was full of cracks, finally trembled constantly at this moment, and with a series of clear shattering sounds, it completely shattered.
This death evaluation: S (want to be a god, ride a crane to the sky)
Death consumes life: 50,000 (50*1000) years
Number of resurrections remaining this week: -1/5
Current age: 18,985 years old
Qi and blood: 99%
"The last chain is completely broken, and this time the dream of immortality is 50,000 years." Qiao Mu had no expression on his face.
If the previous 18,000 years had already seemed long to him, then the long road ahead would be two or three times longer.
But what confused him even more was the breaking of the last chain.
"The number of resurrections can be -1, can it be -2. -3. -999999?"
He looked expressionlessly at the Ouroboros Immortality Chain without the chain, with only disillusionment in his heart.
What is longer than the 18,000-year long run is the 50,000-year long run, and what is longer than the 50,000-year long run is that even after running for 50,000 years, the road ahead is still endless.
"So, I am a prisoner of the immortal lock after all, and I will never die."
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