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Chapter 768: Refining the Body God and Demon

I have no intention of signing my name in the Spring and Autumn Annals, but would rather use killing as my shore.

I pour blood on the cup without regrets, and I show my sincerity silently.

After simply thanking the several spirits who came to help, Daozi nodded gently to the other sword masters and said apologetically, "Although the Siming Sword has greatly increased its spiritual power after this catastrophe, it has also been tainted by the ruthless nature of the various veins emperors, so we cannot sacrifice the Siming Sword together for the time being.

I am afraid that it will take some time to prove the Dao of the Sword by using the method of Xu Zhu Youzang. "

Zuo Hanming laughed, winked at the other sword masters, and pointed at the sword in Daozi's hand, "Sword Master Wuzhi, you are joking. The Life Sword has come to life, and only you can wield it at this moment. How could we not know that?

Moreover, the Siming Sword has already been promoted to the ninth level, so our path will not be delayed, but will be further and wider, so why would we have any complaints?"

All the sword masters nodded. Since they had sacrificed their life swords together, they knew each other's nature. Gongsun Wuzhi never spoke empty words. Since he said that they needed to slow down before sacrificing their life swords together, then it really did require some slow down.

His face looks weathered, just like the many disasters he has experienced in his life, but he remains unmoved, neither retreating nor avoiding. He is not gold or jade-like, but he is majestic. Such a Taoist, such a swordsman, is truly moving.

There is sincerity in the sword, and no one would doubt that Gongsun Wuzhi wants to monopolize the Siming Sword.

Because there is no need at all. As long as Gongsun Wuzhi is in Yuantu Sect, no one can fight against the person holding the sword. Not even Zuo Hanming or the eight sword masters joining forces.

"What we have seen and gained in this battle of the Falling Heaven Tribulation is enough for us to digest for a hundred years. It is actually a good thing to stop sacrificing the Life Sword together and let each of us have a deep foundation! We are all the Lord of Swords, and we all control the Life Sword. We should not be too far away from Wuzhi."

Zhaoyu Daojun laughed loudly and bowed to Gongsun Wuzhi, "Subdue the Siming Sword and leave it to Wuzhi. We should concentrate on the sword's will now. Otherwise, we won't be able to hold the sword in the future. It will be a huge joke."

There seemed to be a burning wildfire in his eyes, deep as stars.

As fellow Sword Lords, you naturally understand how rare it is to present the beauty of Sima Ming, and you know even more clearly what an amazing opportunity has fallen directly on you Sword Lords.

In front is Mingyan, who has risked her life to break open the way forward, and even used Xuzhu Youzang's method to pull the other sword masters forward. If they still cannot achieve the status of Yuanshen, they can only blame themselves for being unworthy of cultivation.

In the dim fog, there had never been a moment when he could see the path ahead of his soul so clearly, and the one waiting for him in front with a candle was none other than Wuzhi Daojun.

I am truly blessed... I don't know what great merits my ancestors must have done to deserve such a great fortune.

"The ritual of refining the Life Sword is not urgent. It won't be too late to slowly subdue it after Wu Zhi has cultivated his Taoist body..."

Xiuting Daojun spoke slowly, her eyes gently falling on the body of the Cangshang monk, full of pity. In fact, she knew that in order to subdue the sword of life, Gongsun Wuzhi needed to tear open his heart wounds and face the heart-wrenching pain of the love disaster again and again.

How cruel this is.

Gongsun Wuzhi nodded slightly and nodded to all the sword masters, then walked towards the back hall with the Sima Ming Sword in hand. Sword Master Xiu Ting and Sword Master Feng Qian were about to follow him, but they saw Daozi didn't even turn his head or say a word, but just raised his palm to refuse.

The two sword masters were stunned and wanted to say something, but were speechless.

I have seen thousands of flowers like a dream, but I am burdened by the fragrance of the moon.

It happened to be a time of disaster and storm. Even if the clan was destroyed without regret, it was hard to chase after the love mistake. The road was like flowing water. It was hard to say yes or no, hard to get drunk, hard to say return...

The two sword masters wanted to move forward, but it was as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on their spirits, as if the road was endless and the people were speechless. With all the regrets in his life and the unspeakable misfortunes in his fate, would he rather carry them all on his own?

"Everyone has his own destiny. Wuzhi, he has had a hard time..." Yuantu Daojun's words floated gently in their ears, causing the two Daojuns to nod slightly. There seemed to be a bright light flashing in their eyes, but they still had the determination to never miss it.

Stepping into the inner hall and opening all the restrictions to isolate the inside and outside, Jiang Moshu sighed softly. This incarnation treasure was the masterpiece of the Immortal Venerable Du Mi, and it had almost no flaws. The only downside was that it would trigger a peach blossom calamity.

Even he couldn't tell whether the person he met was treating him sincerely or was secretly hooked up by love. The best way was to avoid being involved at all.

I don't know what day it is tonight, and the calamity as deep and fierce as a fire is still going on. I have no time to rest for a moment because of the killings and slayings. There are so many things to do that I can't have the mood to see the beautiful woman.

Using the Yuantu star position as bait, after a lot of fighting, they finally lured in the two emperors of Luohua and Pomie, barely breaking the catastrophe of falling from the sky. At the moment, the emperors of all veins of Ruochen have retreated back to the sky, and dare not fall from the sky easily again.

only……

Jiang Moshu's face showed deep regret. In order to prevent the emperor from raising the magic tide, Immortal Du Mi risked his life to sacrifice and refine the magic-destroying Green Mirage, making it impossible for the emperor to escape.

One day, when the heaven and earth are clear, we will use this to pay tribute to the Immortal.

With a thought, stardust fell, and three soul-slaying gods and demons appeared in front of Daozi, but there was no life left in the bodies of the gods and demons.

In those years, I was invited to descend from the high blue sky, and I roared with clanging sounds and sang songs with war. I killed, beheaded saints, and defeated demons... Under the killing, I crushed the endless waves of calamity.

It's not a body of gold or stone, but it has a strong will. This is the acquired god and demon refined by Jiang Moshu. He follows the Shura path and fights against the terrifying abyss. He is enough to compete with any saint.

However, the destruction of the Son of Heaven had the effect of destroying all gods and demons, and even taking away Jiang Moshu's three souls. This was also one of the prices for the fall from heaven.

Is this price worth it?

The Sima knife made a slight sound beside Daozi, as if asking with a calm smile, "All things are gone, carried away by disasters, and cannot be picked up again. Is it worth the price?"

Jiang Moshu stroked the cold blade, his face calm but his eyes filled with willfulness and determination.

What's worth it or not? It's just a matter of whether you are willing or not... When you come here, there are storms and clouds, and when you return, there are green mountains and vast expanses, so it's nothing.

Although the Great Free Emperor was extremely handsome, he was just like that. I didn't want to embark on that path, so when the Emperor came to invite me, I could only hold the sword and say sorry.

Although this world has many shortcomings, since it can reflect the mind with supernatural powers, it can be considered barely worthy of attention. The Demon Court and the Heavenly Demon want to snatch it, and invite the gods and demons to kill and destroy it.

Daozi turned around, his eyes glowing darkly, and the next moment, five divine bodies of the emperors also appeared in the hall, each emitting a terrifying and charming glow.

"Thanks to all the emperors, I have destroyed all my gods and demons, and also lost my three souls and the future of my path. It is still unknown whether I can even perform rituals to restore myself..."

Jiang Moshu nodded slightly towards the Five Veins Destruction Emperor, without any sense of pride, and just calmly stated the facts of the disaster.

In the struggle, Sha Fa Lan, Po Mian Shan, all of them sacrificed their lives to kill. The victory or failure was just a thin line. It was not because of the emperor's mercy, but it was not easy for him to win.

Even at the moment when he beheaded Prince Nian Fan, the word "luck" rarely appeared in his mind.

Fortunately, the nature of the devil was not interfering, and the sword of the calamity was sharp enough, and he finally had a chance to win. Even if it was only a slight chance, in the abyss of calamity, he won everything.

Being at ease is a demon, following one's will is a demon, killing to the extreme is a demon, ruthlessly destroying is a demon...

The devil is guarded by the emperor, the devil is happy to destroy, the devil is obedient to the venerable, the devil kills without reservation, refuses to look back, and becomes a boat of orchid...

Has it finally come to this? Daozi smiled indifferently, and his expression gradually became solemn. Now there is no other way, he cannot turn back, and can only go all the way to the end.

Whether it is to sacrifice to gods and demons, or to cut off the abyss of disaster, facing the current situation of disaster, he cannot retreat, nor does he want to retreat.

My life used to be like that of an ant, I used to be treated like an ox or a horse, I used to be unable to sing. I used to experience the differences between rich and poor, and I used to feel sad as a guest. I used to look up at the stars, but they only laughed at me. I laughed at a setback, I laughed at a desolation, so what?

What if I kill you? What if I become a demon? But I want to take my true nature, and Shura will take it away as the God of Life and Death.

Zheng!

Jiang Moshu flicked the Siming Knife lightly without any hesitation or reluctance.

Anyway, I am not a human being anymore, and I am about to have a fight in the catastrophe. The vast human world will witness it, the vast heaven and earth will witness it, and the quietly flowing water will witness it. Maybe it will be speechless silence, maybe it will be a song of killing, but finally there will be an answer to explain it in detail.

The moment Daozi pointed his finger, the small hall seemed to be reborn with the refining of heaven and earth. The illusory earth, water, fire and wind moved together, like the creatures of heaven and earth, laughing and sad, tasting a mixture of five flavors, and seeing whether it was sin or not.

The illusory sun and moon are still rotating endlessly, as if they will never stop, bringing with them silence, bestowing coldness on time, and entanglement of cause and effect, mercilessly drowning all living things without any explanation. There is no need to know or understand, no matter whether you are strong or weak, you only need to go towards the vast calamity.

Jiang Moshu looked at the phantom figure quietly, and the phantom figure also looked at Daozi quietly, with the same indifference in their eyes, and both of them were equally speechless.

A period of killing and slaughter, a period of wanton catastrophe, together we start the story, together we show our beauty, we break the holy orchid, step on the dangerous cold blade, who dares to say that I am guilty of many sins, there are gods and demons to argue with me.

"All the killings in the world are thanks to you. Since you have entered the wonders of gods and demons, I think if there is a chance in the future, you may be able to help another lucky boy.

I just hope that person is not as stupid and stubborn as me..."

In response to Jiang Moshu's test, the phantom remained silent, as if he was disdainful of answering, yet seemed difficult to refute, like the water reflected in the sky, green and connected, as if someone had drunk a cup of spring wine, smiling at the myriad phenomena, and changed the world.

The Taoist of Gods and Demons did not care at all about the reaction of the phantom man. He smiled indifferently. As long as he broke through the path of the primordial spirit, all the illusions would become clear.

Right now, the abyss of disaster is raging, and it happens to be the moment when his trump cards have been exhausted and his combat power is quite weak. However, compared with the emperor of Ruochen and the major demon courts, Jiang Moshu still has confidence.

The confidence lies in the illusory human figure before my eyes.

Three phantoms of gods and demons stood behind the phantom man, they looked like real people, and even their expressions seemed to have a touch of agility. The headless Xingtian stood there with an axe and shield in hand, the snake-bodied god and demon roared silently, with the waves surging beneath them, and Houyi stood tall with a bow in hand, looking very courageous.

Behind the gods and demons, a Qilin was standing quietly, its golden scales shining brightly, making people want to worship it at the sight of it.

Seeing this, Jiang Moshu slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and the phantom reflected himself. If the gods and demons were not only deprived of their lives by the Son of Destruction, but also had their cause and effect severed, and could not return to the world, that would be a huge trouble.

Apart from anything else, the fact that the god Houyi could not show up and the remaining few real phoenixes would make Jiang Moshu pay a very painful price.

Fortunately, the true forms of gods and demons are still behind the phantom figures, which is enough to prove that everything can still be saved.

Zheng!

Five streams of blood spurted out from Jiang Moshu's palm, so bright red that they were reflected in Daozi's eyes and also in the eyes of the phantom figure.

Although the three souls are lost, the seven spirits are still there. As long as the main body is refined into a body of gods and demons, the three souls can naturally be called back with the help of the mysterious induction, and used as the true seed of the soul, to re-endow the three soul-slaying gods and demons with vitality and fighting spirit.

This method was originally deduced by Jiang Moshu and the phantom figure, who were working together to help the acquired gods and demons break through the path of the primordial spirit. Even Fu Shi and Queyin among the seven souls had already been refined with the wonderful nature of the two emperors, which could be used as materials for refining the original gods and demons.

Now, since the other five emperors of the Destruction lineage have all died and the emperor's body is in Jiang Moshu's hands, the God and Demon Taoist will naturally not be able to behave as a human being.

The magic of destruction and the rhythm of killing are of the same origin, and are most suitable for refining the original body of gods and demons. This is why Jiang Moshu will never allow the emperor of all veins to escape the catastrophe.

Jiang Moshu only needs to destroy the seven souls that are contaminated by the wonderful nature, and then dissolve the resentment of the heavens in them with the rhythm of peace, and then he will be able to make up for his biggest flaw.

Body!

No matter it is the Supreme Emperor or the Strongest Demon Saint, they all found a way to break through the honorable position. Maybe they haven't reached the very deep level, but the magical powers they have obtained are already extremely powerful. Even though Jiang Moshu has brave gods and demons and a strong sword, it is still very difficult for him to win, and he was almost overturned by the opponent several times.

Not only is there an extremely powerful Demon Saint in the Demon Court, the Demon King's bloodline power is also extremely terrifying, and can even compete with ninth-rank spiritual treasures. When his true body achieves a god or demon, he will step into the calamity and struggle with him in a perfect form, and I think he will definitely have the intention of killing him.

boom!

The five divine bodies of the Sons of Heaven simultaneously transformed into magic, entwined around the essence and blood, and slowly rolled towards Jiang Moshu, as if the heaven and earth had turned into endless blood, as if the white bones had presented the true fire of the soul, magnificent and ruthless, fierce and bright.

The phantom figure has appeared in front of Jiang Moshu, facing him, and together they are welcoming the emperor's wonderful body and soul, and also resisting the resentment of the heavens contained in his body.

In an instant, an illusory heavenly calamity emerged from the void and descended ten feet around Jiang Moshu. It surged like a huge tide, like thunder and fire, carrying endless murderous intent, and struck wildly.

Those who deceive heaven and earth should be punished, exterminated, framed, and killed. They should be convicted of crime by heaven and deserve death!

Jiang Moshu smiled indifferently, not taking it to heart at all. He had presented a lie to the robbery, and the phantom villain had deceived the heaven and earth, or some other unknown place. It was done, so there was no need to pick a day.

As long as you become a god or demon, I don’t care if your fate changes. It’s none of my business!

After a long time, the phantom disappeared, and at the same time, the five emperor's bodies also disappeared. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping from Jiang Moshu's forehead, and he even felt that his entire body was about to be torn into seven pieces.

However, there was a bit of spiritual energy flickering on Daozi's forehead, which eventually slowly dissipated into nothingness.

"plate"