Chapter 441 The Secret of Becoming a Supreme Being

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In the Blessed Land of Destiny, the familiar calamity clouds came again.

The major races living in the blessed land are extremely skilled in hiding in various formations and fortresses.

The flow rate ratio between the Destiny Paradise and the real world is basically 365:1.

That is, one year passes in the real world, and three hundred and sixty-five years pass in the small world of the blessed land.

However, because Fang Yang's frequency of tribulations was too fast, the races within the blessed land had to find an effective way to avoid disasters.

Because races that have not found corresponding methods to avoid disasters have been destroyed by thunder and other disasters!

"Overcoming the tribulation..." Fang Yang looked calm.

He still did not drop the immortal aperture into the real world and open the portal like other saints.

His way of overcoming the tribulation is very confusing.

If it breaks out suddenly, it will definitely bring great horror to people.

At this moment, he gently waved his sleeves, and his thoughts flowed back to the Eastern Emperor Chaos Bell, the Golden Crow Sacred Fan, and the Yimu Sacred Spear and other sacred artifacts.

"What is Fang Yang doing?" The Great Sage Yu Lei was puzzled and his apricot eyes narrowed.

The next moment, she sensed a change in Fang Yang's aura, her eyes were shocked, and she couldn't believe it, thinking that she had made a mistake.

I saw the sound of Tao chanting in Fang Yang's body, which came vaguely, making people feel emptied and peaceful.

There are golden crows fluttering around his body, and there are even more vermilion birds and fire unicorns emerging, lifelike, reflecting that he is like the Holy Emperor of Fire Dao, who is quite extraordinary.

The next moment, Fang Yang's brows glowed, and his soul blurred out, extremely solid, as if it were substance, and it was actually frantically plundering all kinds of fire path charms.

With a bang, all kinds of visions disappeared and everything returned to calm.

Fang Yang stood quietly on the spot, his black hair flying, his posture upright, and his eyes sparkling with cold electricity, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

But more than this sense of oppression, what numbed the Great Sage Yu Lei was the red date-shaped fairy essence in Fang Yang's hand.

Sixth-level saint, Qingti Xianyuan.

The seventh-level saint, the Red Date Immortal Yuan.

In other words, Fang Yang is now a seventh-level elementary saint.

A seventh-level saint can still gain a foothold even in the eight realms.

He is even the mainstay of the major sects and sects.

What's even more frightening is that Fang Yang's practice speed is actually getting faster and faster? !

His promotion speed in the holy realm is even faster than that in the mortal realm.

This, this, this...

The Great Sage Yu Lei was a little thirsty, so he could only silently send a message to Changshengtian to inform him of this information.

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In the Everlasting Heaven, everything is silent.

Here, the water waves cannot move and the flowing clouds are stagnant.

It's as if everything has been sealed, making people unable to feel the passage of time at all.

Suddenly, a green divine light flew in, telling a big piece of information: "Fang Yang was promoted to the seventh level of the elementary level."

boom! Boom! Boom!

Like a huge boulder thrown into a small lake, it instantly caused thousands of waves, causing a roar and constant riots in the Everlasting Sky.

The riots continued, one after another.

Skinny old hands stepped on the stone tombstones one after another.

One after another, the wooden boards of the coffins were kicked away, and the people in the coffins were revealed again.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable!"

"Yes, it's obvious that he became a saint not long ago, but he has made rapid progress."

"I remember that he is not yet thirty-three years old. Such a speed of cultivation has already broken the record, right?!"

"That's true. He is the last to arrive, far better than Senyue and Sun Dragon Girl."

"The Canghai Emperor is not as good as him."

"Fang Yang has become a master. If he gets the "Kunpeng Treasure" again, he will definitely be able to understand the path to the immortal realm!"

"It's so powerful. It's obvious that he hasn't completely spread out his branches and gathered the energy and authority in the world."

"Yes, once he exerts the abilities of his ancestor, he can continue to grow!"

"Okay, okay..."

In Changsheng Heaven, there was a burst of joy, and the joyful atmosphere spread everywhere.

No matter how high the self-esteem of the old antique is, they have to admit that Fang Yang is definitely the most amazing genius they have ever seen.

Even some venerables were at a disadvantage compared to Fang Yang at the same time.

"Fang Yang..." The ancestor surnamed Sen felt a little complicated.

He is the direct ancestor of Senyue and Senhui.

He should be extremely happy that Fang Yang, a virtuous son-in-law with the surname Mori, is so outstanding.

But when he recalled Senyue, he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

But no matter how complicated his mood is, what can he do?

Nothing can be done!

Now Fang Yang's destiny has truly been achieved, and his destiny and identity are completely confirmed! !

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The Changkong clan.

The forbidden area with the surname of Sen is the Shenguang Jing Mansion.

Outside the Mirror Mansion, various formations are activated, and mirror lights are interspersed. The aura is terrifying and has the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.

In the Mirror Mansion, Yazun Hanwu is practicing with great concentration.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and silently comprehended the energy.

This energy was something he gained from his insights during the dispute over Taoist tools.

Back then, under the siege of a group of powerful men, he protected the last bit of the true spirit flame of Senyue and Sun Dragon Girl, and sent them to a new world.

It was at that moment that he got a blessing in disguise and intercepted that mysterious energy.

With the help of this mysterious energy, he is sure to advance his realm to the ninth level of venerable within a hundred years.

But the price is that once he reaches the ninth level of the Venerable, he will have to "ascend in broad daylight" and leave the Eight Realms.

Suddenly, a green light flew into the void and broke into the Divine Light Mirror Palace.

He opened his eyes and was slightly surprised: "Ayang has entered the seventh level of the primary realm? It's amazing."

Then, he stood up and looked out into the sky.

Breaking through the ninth level of the Venerable is actually not a difficult problem for him.

But what surprised him was that he couldn't condense the Dao fruit of the Guangdao School!

Obviously, he has reached this peak level.

The Dao fruit of the school is actually the embodiment of the supreme grandmaster of the school, belonging to the realm of the Venerable.

This involves the secret of becoming a Venerable.

There are four major conditions for becoming a Venerable:

First, the origin of the immortal orifice of the Great Sage can produce Baili Immortal Yuan, referring to the normal eighth-level Great Sage, and the Great Sage who has sealed the origin of the immortal orifice and transformed into a wild beast species are not included.

Second, the Great Sage must have three major visions with him, that is, he must have survived at least three minor chaos difficulties.

Third: The realm of the Great Sage's main cultivation school must be the Supreme Grand Master, that is, he must become the [Dao Lord] of the main cultivation school.

This Dao Lord is unique, and only one can appear in an era.

Fourth: After meeting the first three conditions, the Great Sage must come to the edge of chaos and break through the blockade of the Heavenly Dao, so that the origin of the immortal orifice can undergo a qualitative change, produce Huang Xing Xian Yuan, and then transform himself and become a true Venerable.

"Could it be that this is because I gave up the [Xuanyu Destiny Seal]?" Hanwu Yazun frowned slightly.

When he was young, he also had the [Xuanyu Destiny Seal].

It's just that this destiny seal is completely incompatible with his path of seeking the Tao, so he took the initiative to give it up.

After a moment, he showed a faint smile.

He continued to sit cross-legged and comprehend the aura.

Although the destiny seal is important, he always believes that the powerful will never be an external object!

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The red sun was setting in the west, and there was still some residual red in the sky, which was about to disappear completely. The sky was already a little dark.

In the medicine garden of Baizhi Daochang, the green light was shining.

At this moment, under the guidance of Baizhi Medicine Saint and Cambrian Will, Sen Hui was practicing in depth.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a sound like a flood bursting through a dam was heard.

In the center of the medicine garden, four huge blue willow branches emerged, interweaving dense patterns, and turned into a blue light barrier, sealing Sen Hui in the middle.

Sen Hui sat cross-legged in the center, with a dark black light shining on her body, and a vast ocean appeared behind her, as if a Kun fish jumped up, with a magnificent sound.

At this moment, she closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and sweat wet her hair.

In the distance, Fang Yang stopped and watched for a long time, thinking.

It is undeniable that Sen Hui's physique is indeed more in line with the Kun fish's atmosphere, and there is no big problem with Cambrian Yazun's arrangement.

Moreover, with the inclination of many resources, she gradually improved her physique.

But Fang Yang still felt that it would be more appropriate to start with the weather of the Peng bird.

"Whether it is Kun fish or Peng bird, it seems that I have another reason to go to the Changkong Treasure House." Fang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep.

In the deepest part of the Changkong Treasure House, the inheritance of "Kunpeng Treasure Art" is hidden.

Kunpeng's spirit body and holy body only have the "form". Only with the "Kunpeng Treasure Art" can it be regarded as having the real "god", as if Kunpeng is alive!

This "Kunpeng Treasure Art" is indeed unparalleled in its offensive power, and it is worthy of the name of the top Venerable's true inheritance.

But more importantly, it is the meaning behind the "Kunpeng Treasure Art".

Because in the legend, the "Kunpeng Treasure Art" is suspected to be obtained by the Yu Lei Saint from the fairyland, and it was transferred back to the Changkong clan through Changshengtian.

In other words, this "Kunpeng Treasure Art" or the ancestor of Kunpeng is very likely to be the key to the fairyland.

Sen Yue had such an inference back then, and wrote down the corresponding insights on the blank jade slip.

After Fang Yang inherited Sen Yue's destiny, his authority was expanded.

So he also knew that this was true!

"Ayang, you should go."

The moonlight poured down like water, plain and hazy, peaceful and tranquil.

The medicine garden was already quiet.

At this moment, Sen Huilian moved lightly, ruthlessly urging Fang Yang to leave.

"Why are you so anxious to drive me away?" Fang Yang smiled, gently grasped her soft hand, and clasped his fingers.

She lowered her eyes, "If you don't leave, the master will be angry. Besides, I'm afraid I can't bear to leave you."

"I will come back, and by that time, I will definitely help you succeed in breaking through the barrier." Fang Yang's eyes brightened, and he picked up a lock of her black and shiny hair and wrapped it around his fingertips.

"I believe you." She smiled, her face was beautiful, suffocating, and could make all flowers ashamed.

For Fang Yang, she never doubted.

She was just afraid that Fang Yang would stop growing because of her.

"Let's go, Ayang, it's time for you to leave." She pulled her hand out and gently pushed Fang Yang away.

"Xiao Hui, why do I feel that you are more free and easy than me?" Fang Yang looked back and smiled.

"No, I'm just afraid that if I hold you too tightly, you will hate me and stay away from me." She sighed.

The more she practiced, the more she could feel the huge gap between the world's genius and ordinary geniuses.

If she didn't practice deeply and challenge her limits, she could find other excuses.

For example, "I just didn't work hard, not that I'm not as good as her."

In this way, the two could get along with each other in a normal way.

Suddenly, she understood why her brothers and sisters only hoped that she could live happily throughout her life.

"No, no." Fang Yang held her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

After a long time, they separated.

Under her gaze, Fang Yang turned his head without looking back, and went out as a beam of light, aiming directly at the Changkong clan.

Her eyes were still looking at Fang Yang's figure for a long time, motionless.

"Alas." Baizhi Medicine Saint and Sen Mu appeared one after another.

Sen Hui: "Mother? Master?"

She was a little surprised. She didn't expect Sen Mu to come.

Sen Mu came because Sen father, the Cambrian sub-honor, has reached a critical moment in his practice.

Sen father can no longer divide his will, and must focus on attacking the key points.

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Heavenly Realm.

Changsheng Daofu.

Under Jiuze's layout, Su Dao gradually made up his mind.

Su Dao actually abandoned the strategy of keeping a low profile, raised the banner, and let Liangji Biefu join the barriers of the Heaven Realm and the Earth Realm.

In other words, Su Dao wanted to form a vanguard army to attack the Red Flame Demon Kingdom.

He wanted to leave Sang Xiaowan far behind with the amount of merit!

For a while, the collision and friction between Changsheng Daofu and the Red Flame Demon Kingdom intensified violently, and the collision started again.

Local wars of all sizes, another riot.

"Brother, are you crazy?!" Su Xi shouted, her beautiful eyes full of disappointment.

"I'm not crazy, this is the necessary sacrifice to make Liangji Biefu great again!" Su Dao shook his sleeves, and the demon-slaying sword on his waist rustled.

Su Dao, wearing the Taoist robe of the master of the mansion, with his black hair loose, has a fascinating spirit that looks down on the crowd.

Su Xi, with white clothes fluttering, has a peerless figure, and her fair and pretty face, her eyes are filled with pain, staring at the front.

This brother and sister are like gods, with admirable morals and character, and they are model brothers and sisters.

However, now, they have a tendency to turn against each other.

"You are crazy, you have forgotten the advice of your master!" Su Xi's long black hair fluttered, trying to wake up her brother.

"Enough, I am the master of the house." Su Dao roared, slapping the wooden table in front of him.

The big hand fell, and with a loud bang, the wooden table broke into pieces, turned into light, and disappeared.

For a moment, Su Xi was shocked and looked at her brother Su Dao with disbelief.

From childhood to adulthood, her brother would never treat her like this, and even regarded her as a jewel in his palm, fearing that she would stumble.

But now, it has become like this?

The more she looked, the more she felt that her brother was possessed by a demon.

Otherwise, why would even the general plan set by the previous master of the house be overturned so easily?

"I..." Su Dao also reacted, his mouth moved slightly, but he couldn't say the words of apology.

In an instant, the palace of the Lord of the Mansion fell into silence.

What to say?

Actually, there is nothing to say.

They all know each other's temperament.

They understand that the general plan of the other party will not change because of the words of others.

What's more, the war nowadays can no longer be stopped if you want to.

"Ah~" After a long time, Su Xi sighed and left without turning her head.

At this moment, she missed Fang Yang very much.

When working under Fang Yang, Fang Yang has always been calm and not eager for quick success, giving people a full sense of security.

Compared with Fang Yang, her brother seemed a little impatient.