Chapter 555: Ultimate Sublimation

"Has Wang Gucheng been forced to this extent?"

Palace Master Ise exclaimed.

"According to the records in the ancient books, it is difficult to overcome the human immortal calamity. After the failure of the baptism of the human immortal calamity, one becomes a martial artist in the realm of fake alchemy. Immortal power." The master of Ise Shrine spoke slowly, and Ise Shrine is inextricably linked with Japanese Shintoism, so his understanding of the realm of immortality far exceeds that of others.

"Fake alchemy is below the realm of human immortality, and can only exert about 50% of the power of human immortality. But there is a saying in this world of cultivating immortals, it is better to fight human immortals than to mess with fake alchemy."

"Because according to historical records, the realm of fake pills is incomparably mysterious. They are human immortals but not human immortals. There is only one chance in a lifetime to display the true human immortal combat power under the condition of extreme sublimation, but the price is Only by burning the life potential can one obtain short-lived human immortal combat power, which can only last for about two hours at most."

"What will happen after the ultimate sublimation?" A god-level martial artist asked.

"I will die." The Mistress of the Ise Shrine said in a shy voice, with a trace of bewilderment on her face: "Is it worth it to exchange a lifetime of legends for a moment of youth?"

When the Wang family heard this, their hearts tightened.

"Grandpa."

Wang Qing was also full of tears, and the tears were dripping down. She knew very well what the old man was doing now, to protect her own glory.

But no matter what the final result is, after this battle, after Wang Gucheng's ultimate sublimation, all his legends will be the past, and he will be scattered with the wind with his fame for a hundred generations.

The best result is that both of them are defeated.

"I have crossed the immortal calamity four times, but I have never succeeded once. In the battle with you, I suddenly realized a truth." Wang Gucheng stood in the clouds, his appearance quickly looked back, and the wrinkles on his face faded back to youth The way he looked at the time was full of energy, and his aloof figure looked down on the common people.

This is what he looked like at his peak.

"Extreme sublimation, either disappears with the wind, or breaks out of the cocoon and becomes a butterfly, and ascends as a feather." Lin Lang showed a trace of solemnity on his face. Of course he understands Wang Gucheng's thoughts, if he doesn't do everything he can, he will only want to enjoy the comfort, and there is no hope of immortality for the rest of his life.

The only way to die is to die.

Even in the fairy world with abundant spiritual power, there are some monks who cannot survive the calamity of golden elixir and can only accept fake elixir. And such a person has only three paths to go in his life from now on, one is to be a fake alchemy monk with peace of mind, and the other is to find a decent and powerful force and dedicate his life to obtain a Jingyuan pill.

As for the third article, it is like Wang Gucheng!

It's just that the success rate of this road is too low, and there are only a few people who have the courage to do so. Who would willingly give up their lives to gamble an impossible future.

"If you fall in this battle, I will take care of the Lin family for you." Wang Gucheng said lightly, and then swung his sword without further details. For him at this moment, every second is extremely precious.

His sword slashed horizontally, the void trembled, and the space became distorted under one strike, making one wonder if he could tear apart the space directly if he was stronger.

The blow of the vastness directly tore out a tyrannical storm of sword energy, which continued to erupt. A sword is nothing like an abyss, and it carries endless heavenly power. Any god will lose confidence in resisting with another blow.

This is the natural suppression power of the golden core monks on the divine realm. Without fighting, the pervasive pressure of the golden core alone is enough to make it difficult for any monk below the golden core to function smoothly, and it is difficult to mobilize effective defenses.

But it's a pity that he met Lin Lang. Although his realm was a little behind, he was born with the Dao of Heaven, and no monk other than the Golden Core of the Dao of Heaven would be able to oppress him.

But in the face of the blow of the immortal, even though Lin Lang had enough confident trump cards, he still didn't dare to be careless.

"Earth! Water! Gold!"

Lin Lang sacrificed three spirit bodies in succession. In front of him, golden shields, high brown walls, and blue water curtains, the mysteries of each spirit body were brought into full play. Wang Gucheng's peerless blow.

This kind of triple defense, I am afraid that any strong person with a 90% perfect level of the divine realm can only look at it in admiration, and only a real immortal can break through such a perfect defense.

In the blink of an eye, the silver long sword touched the golden shield, and the violent sword energy instantly tore it apart. When it reached the water curtain, a twisting force was born in the water curtain, reflecting light, and seemed to be able to bounce back the attack Back to normal.

However, in the face of absolute power, the delicacy of the water spirit body is difficult to exert its real effect, and it will be torn apart again soon, breaking into water drops all over the sky. Then there was the high wall of the earth with the strongest defense ability, which was completely broken in less than half a second.

The earth spirit body is the spirit body best at defense, which almost weakened the power of this sword by about half, but even so, when Lin Lang was hit by the sword energy, he was also thrown away heavily, vomiting blood.

This is the power of a true immortal!

Crush the gods, don't beat the front!

After crashing into a mountain peak, Lin Lang's figure was finally able to stop. He reached out and wiped the space spirit ring, and shouted: "Sword!"

The small and exquisite sword flew out of the spirit ring space, expanding at an extremely fast speed, and did not stop until it rose to about seven feet. This is the true form of the Shangqing Sword.

The sword that Lin Lang occasionally obtained in the past came from the relics of a strong man who left the world. It is only today that he can fully arouse the true power of the Shangqing Sword.

This is a Nascent Soul Artifact, a fourth-order spiritual weapon that is only qualified to be used by strong earth immortals. Although Wang Gucheng's favorite sword is also extremely extraordinary, it is still much inferior to the Shangqing Sword.

"Good sword!

"Wang Gucheng also couldn't help but praised, everyone who practices swords loves swords, and they can recognize real swords at a glance.

"Let's fight."

Lin Lang murmured, with the Shangqing sword in his hand, Kuangjuan's sword energy surged around and scattered endlessly. Although he doesn't use the sword much in his usual battles, it's because his tyrannical strength is enough to crush his opponents, and he doesn't need the sword out of its sheath at all.

But what cannot be ignored is that he is a sword cultivator himself, the way of Immortal King You Ye is the way of assassination, and the sword is also the sword of assassination. Now Wang Gucheng's strength has made it very difficult for him to face, and he has to sacrifice his sword to fight with all his strength.

The two are both sword cultivators, and the fight between them is even more fascinating. During the confrontation, countless vertical and horizontal sword qi are swiftly cut down. Lin Lang swung his sword to sweep away, and the snow covered the sky. The scenery of snowflakes falling was very unique, but it was such a quiet atmosphere, but it was full of chilling taste.

Snow dancing all over the sky, a sharp sword qi slashed out.

"Snowing."

A teenager stared blankly at a snowflake falling above his head, fascinated, and couldn't help reaching out to catch the snowflake. It is said that human beings are already the best in the past and present, and now you know what you said is true when you see it. Such a strong person can affect a world with every move.

What is intoxicating is not the snow scene, but this power.

"Don't touch!"

The old man in the divine realm beside the young man hurriedly spoke.

However, it was already too late, the young man quietly held the snowflake in his palm, the snowflake melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, at this moment, he only felt a pain in the palm of his hand, and a great sword energy erupted from the palm of his hand , the violent sword energy crushed the boy in an instant.

There was only a pool of dark red blood left on the ground, but no bones remained.

"Containing the sword energy in a small snowflake, the snowflakes will not melt, and the sword energy will not disperse, what a powerful method!" All the martial arts practitioners were amazed, such a terrible method shocked heaven and man.

"Oops, run!"

Suddenly there was a panicked voice from the crowd. When everyone looked up, they saw snowflakes falling all over the sky, and it was very peaceful.

However, at this time, no one feels peaceful, but there is a deadly threat. Every snowflake is brewing sword energy, who dares to touch it?

This group of self-proclaimed extraordinary warriors fled in a hurry, many of them lagged behind in speed, and the next moment there was only a scream, and they were instantly killed. After the panic-stricken people escaped far away, they finally turned around in shock.

There were more than a dozen pools of blood where they were originally standing, mixed with a few rags that had not been shredded by the sword energy. This was probably the only proof of their identities.

But on that snow-covered land, there was a person standing in the distance, still standing tall.

"He is the high priest of the previous generation in Thailand, and the 23rd strongman on the list of gods. No wonder he can be respected by all people. Probably only the strong in the gods can bear the aftermath of such a battle."

However, before the words fell, the body of the high priest was blown by the wind, and immediately fell to the ground, dying.

"This, this, this..."

Everyone's eyes widened and they were speechless. It turned out that even the gods couldn't bear the sword energy contained in the snowflake, so they could only leave a whole body.

And this high priest is probably the most unlucky one, a top powerhouse in the world, who has not yet displayed his fame in his life, and died in a spectator battle due to unlucky luck.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at each other, and almost agreed to retreat three miles back again. They had to wait and see from a distance, not daring to get any closer to the battlefield.