Pei Ziqing's words at this time can be called the true person of Yangshen, walking without shadows on the sun and the moon, and entering the metal and stone without any injuries. He travels north and night in Cangwu, and his sleeves are full of gallbladder. However, his body can fly in the world, free and free, and he has great freedom.

At this time, Pei Ziqing felt a sense of great joy and freedom from the bottom of his heart.

This is the joy of sublimation of the essence of life and the improvement of personality. This joy is happier than any human emotion, and happier with the paradise of human beings.

He is gradually moving from false to real, from an ant that has only been a century old to a higher existence, and his personality has begun to increase from a mortal, and he has become close to an immortal.

Pei Ziqing can no longer be considered a human. No matter from the perspective of genes or blood, it cannot be considered a human.

At this time, besides the deep joy, there was a hint of melancholy in his heart. After reaching this new realm that he and I dreamed of, he felt a little sad, but it was just a hint of me. He broke away from the past and his identity was different from that. But the road to cultivation was still long, and this was just the beginning. "The road is long and arduous, and I will search up and down. Although my current achievements have exceeded my previous expectations, this is just the Yang God. Compared with the immortals and even Daluo, this is just the first step in the long march."

Perhaps the practitioners before Yin Shen could be considered human before they were free from life and death, and before the essence of life was completely sublimated. But now he has completely bid farewell to the past and has become a more advanced existence.

Especially in terms of spiritual and souls, the soul form has completely transformed and become a semi-immortal.

In fact, from the initial practice, the essence of the practitioner's life begins to transform. From the surface appearance, to the inner bloodline and even the deepest soul essence, the true spirit imprint will produce different changes.

Like bloodlines, the practice of immortality focuses on the sublimation of the soul and soul, but there are also changes. What flows in his blood vessels is no longer red blood, but has turned into a sky blue color, the bone marrow turns into a frost-white color, and the bone veins are red like frost. If a mortal can swallow a drop of his blood, it can prolong his life for at least ten years.

The red soul stood in the sunlight, and Pei Ziqing woke up from it, looked at this sea of ​​fire, and realized the essence of it. "It turns out that this is transformed by the infinite sun's true fire. Every bit of sunlight is a fireball. The infinite sunlight converges into this sea of ​​fire."

But now, Pei Ziqing can come and go freely in this sea of ​​fire, and even use the sun's true fire to nourish the Yang God.

Pei Ziqing opened his mouth and sucked it, and a large stream of flame essence poured into his mouth, but the sea of ​​fire outside did not diminish at all.

After a moment of stay, the soul stopped and returned to the body.

The spiritual pool in the body was waving endlessly. The last wisp of white energy transformed into a red aura. The spiritual pool shook continuously, shrinking from the original nine feet and condensing. The green lotus rooted in the spiritual pool, standing tall and straight. Put down wisps of clear light, turning into a red aura, filling the spiritual pool.

From then on, Pei Ziqing had initially escaped from the cycle of life and death and was not under the jurisdiction of the underworld.

The blue sky kept shaking and absorbing the energy in the void. Taking advantage of this promotion opportunity, it continued to absorb the coming principle power and expand, and the space inside continued to expand, expanding to a radius of three hundred miles. It was initially achieved, and it could accommodate flesh and blood creatures into it.

In the past, the blue sky could only accommodate gods and ghosts, and could not have living things.

Suddenly, several gazes looked from a distance, with the meaning of scrutiny, some of which were simple curiosity. There were two consecutive fluctuations of promotion in one day, and two gods entered a new realm, wanting to see the reality and reality of the matter.

Some are "chi1uo" naked, with deep malice without any concealment. Under the observation of Baojing, this person seems not too far from him.

Is this, do you want to start first?

Pei Ziqing could feel that there was love and desire in it, and his aura was confusing. There was also the thickness of the earth, the faint breeze, and the aura of war and killing was attracted by it. It was vaguely higher than other eyes, but under the light of the mirror, there was nowhere to escape.

The treasure mirror hung in the sea of ​​consciousness and emitted a glimmer of light, observing everything.

Whoever has good intentions or who simply has malice towards him, nothing is left out.

Pei Ziqing used his energy to form a sword, and with one sword, he cut off the spy of these eyes. However, although he was proud, he would not make enemies out of thin air. Some simply cut off their gaze, while others would be different.

In an instant, it seemed as if the water had fallen out, and it was like the bright moon shining brightly. The small inconspicuous sword weapon burst out with millions of lights, and thousands of sword lights. In an instant, the heaven and earth were white, and the vast white light covered the heaven and earth. A biting cold rose from these malice gods, as if they were in the nine cold sky in an instant, located in the Beiming Ice Field. The feeling of the divine body was endless and the visible light was infinitely dazzling white light.

"Zhu Xian Sword Qi, kill the immortals and kill the gods." This is a technique that Pei Ziqing searched for in the jade butterfly. It seems to be the unique skill of Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun. It's a pity that Pei Ziqing is not specializing in swordsmanship. Otherwise, under the Zhu Xian Sword Qi, there would be no difference in the original body and no distinction between the souls. If you cut down with one sword, three thousand worlds would be like facing each other, and the enemy's spirit and form would be destroyed on the spot.

"Puff--" A mouthful of blood was sprayed out, and all restrictions were useless, like a bunker on the beach, without any defense. Through the connection between eyes and the body, they slashed down with one sword. The clear light rolled over and the rainbow light flew. A clear and transparent sword light penetrated through the vast space, slashing a vague and uncertain divine body.

"Hmph - but the newcomer dares to provoke us. It seems that we need to teach a lesson. Yu Ji, Shi Zun, are you interested?" He endured his injuries and pretended to be nothing. He suggested to other gods.

"I am just a weak woman, but I have no power."

"Bitch, just a "biaozi", just relying on..."

"Ahem..." It seems that I have to heal for a while.

“I’m not interested.”

"Hey, I can actually cut off my gaze. It's interesting, interesting. When did such a god appear in the Eastern Wilderness?" The figure who kept killing the sword and breathing, revealing the aura of war and death seemed very calm, even thinking.

This is the master of war and war. As long as war occurs in this world, he can gain strength.

Aoki and Death? It seems that it is not limited to death and the power of Aoki, but is more extensive and vast.

Year-round battles do not mean stupidity or recklessness. If he would only blindly provoke wars, regardless of the gap in strength between you and me and the changes in the current situation, he would have been defeated in the years-long wars.

It is like the most powerful tribe in the center, the desert. He still has an absolute advantage and is confident that he will not easily start the war before he defeats God.

Of course, if he had a slight advantage, he would not have any hesitation or hesitation.

"I will embrace war so that I will not fear life and death." He longed for war and killing, raised a glass of wine, rolled his throat, and drank the glass of wine in one go. The torrent of war manifested and boiled behind him, but was tightly bound under his will and could not be surpassed at all.

"Bang——" The precious glass cup was thrown to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Are you a Xia tribe? Somewhat interested.
Chapter completed!