The sermon begins with covering the sky

Chapter 221 Divine Mark Zijin Awakens

The nourishment transformed by the second reincarnation seal soon disappeared.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the flames surged, and thousands of symbols merged together, like a vast ocean, with vast undulations and turbulent waves, sweeping in. These are all the runes of the real dragon, fairy phoenix, nine-leaf sword grass, Kunpeng, unicorn, and thunder emperor.

Most of the divine forms fused in the cauldron exploded immediately.Those talisman cultures turned into flames, burning blazingly, as fierce as the sun and the moon exploding, as delicate and beautiful as a phoenix nirvana, blood-stained starry sky, and its first sound!

"puff!!"

Zhou Tong's face turned pale, and he spat out blood suddenly.

The fusion of god and form is becoming more and more difficult. I have only merged most of it now, and the road ahead will be even more difficult.As long as the power of the reincarnation seal fades, the entire fusion will immediately fail.

If everything fails in the end, Zhou Tong will completely lose the strongest talent of the hegemony - the divine form!

"The third seal of reincarnation, sacrifice!"

Zhou Tong then sacrificed his third reincarnation seal again.

"Boom!!"

The third seal of reincarnation turned into rays of light, constantly nourishing the exploded runes and divine forms.As if time was flowing backwards, everything was nourished by the seal of reincarnation, advancing step by step, and integrating more and more smoothly.

When the overall fusion reached [-]%, Zhou Tong stopped immediately.

The fused divine form carried streams of immortal energy, turning into a ball of spirit, soaring into the sky, becoming streams of mist of light, which quickly sank into Zhou Tongzhen's body.

"No, if you continue, you will definitely fail!" Zhou Tong felt silently, and then a trace of regret flashed in his heart.

Although the reincarnation seal is insufficient, as long as the reincarnation mirror is still there and the "Shenhuang Sutra" can still be practiced, he can still cultivate the reincarnation seal; and at present, he can still cultivate two reincarnation seals, which is enough to complete the final transformation .

But the real key now is that Dao Fire and Karma Fire are not enough.

I hid myself on the ancient road to immortality, no matter how much the people outside hated me, this hatred would gradually fade with time. This is one of the reasons why the fire of karma weakened. No one was born for hatred all the time.

As for Dao Huo.

The dao fire formed by the branding marks of hundreds of sages is indeed extremely terrifying, but with the progress of merging the god form, these dao fires are gradually insufficient in power, and it is difficult to further promote Zhou Tong's growth.

"If you want to make trouble, you must go out and do something. At least show your face in front of those holy places, so that the fire of karma can be rekindled."

"As for Daohuo, with this gradually psychic Bazhong, I don't need to worry too much..." Zhou Tong looked at his Bazhong with a smile on his face.

Isn't it the branding of saints, holy kings, and great sages? As long as you further sacrifice Bazhong and rely on the power of the god-marked purple gold, you can easily get hundreds of brandings.

Zhou Tong closed his eyes, and quietly used his mind and the celestial energy that was born before to worship the Bazhong.

With the sacrificial exercise, Zhou Tong's face gradually showed a gleam of joy.

The red sun is rising, and its way is bright.The river flows out and flows into the ocean.The potential dragon soars into the abyss, and the scales and claws fly.The milk tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts panic.Falcons test their wings, and the dust spreads.The first birth of a strange flower, the emperor...

That is the joy of life, the touch of life!

He could feel that his Ba Zhong was "awakening" little by little, and the ultimate meaning of Zijin Shenshen was slowly recovering.I blended with Ba Zhong's soul, and I can clearly feel the strong breath of life.

"Dang!", "Dang!", "Dang!"...

The overlord bell rang by itself, and the sound waves shocked people's hearts, which made Zhou Tong feel strange.

That bell wave is like a big sun with infinite spring light; it is also like a crescent moon with endless soft light; it is more like heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, and sea tides.

The combination of all these seems to outline a picture of the growth of all things in nature. The mountains, the sea, the tide, the sun, and the moon are full of vitality and prosperity everywhere.

This is a picture scroll of life.

Ba Zhong also becomes crystal clear during the process of sacrificial refining, with fairy light flowing all over the body, blooming auspicious colors, and every picture scroll on the body of the clock becomes a beautiful stripe, giving it a real texture and vitality .

At this point, the preliminary sacrifice of Ba Zhong was completed, and Zhou Tong opened his eyes.

"Is it three months for such a sacrifice?" Zhou Tong opened his eyes, which were flat and deep.

During these three months, his mind was completely united with his own clock, feeling the gradually revived meaning and aura of Shenshen Zijin, feeling the joy of life emerging from nothing.

At this moment, he seemed to have baptized all the murderous aura on his body, becoming more pure, and his whole body was filled with vitality.

Not only that, but the Emperor's scriptures he had practiced and known also turned into brand marks and appeared on Ba Zhong.Now there is a picture of all the emperors respecting each other on his overlord clock.

Not only that, the hundreds of sage marks he had obtained on the ancient battlefield also began to make weak sounds, as if scriptures were resounding.

These are the scriptures transformed by the avenues of those sages. He, who has initially awakened the profound meaning of the purple gold of the god mark, has been able to use the profound meaning of the immortal gold to extract endless scriptures from the imprints.

The ancient sages turned into picture scrolls, living, traveling, and discussing Taoism on the surface of Bazhong, which is completely a fairyland scene of Taoism and immortality.

"All the emperors respect each other, the scene of the Immortal Realm, these pictures are also in line with the name of my Ba Zhong!" Zhou Tong nodded slightly.

This change was exactly what he wanted.

"However, before doing anything, I still have one thing that I can use a little bit!" Zhou Tong grabbed it casually, and the scepter of the ancient heavenly court appeared in his palm. It was extremely gloomy, like a supreme treasure to suppress the underworld.

Vajra Zhuo shook slightly, and a ray of colorful rays of light immediately fell on the scepter——

"Om!"

The heavenly scepter erupted violently, the murderous aura surged like the sea, and the terrifying divine power shook the heavens and the earth!

Rays of light and shadows burst out from the scepter carrying monstrous murderous aura.

This is the killing saint, the killing saint of the ancient heaven.

There are seventeen killing saints!

And it's a saint-level killing saint!

This scepter is the secret treasure of the ancient heavenly court. When the lords of the heavenly courts ended, they dedicated everything to this scepter.

In this scepter, there are seventeen saint-level killing saints offering sacrifices!

"Dang!", "Dang!", "Dang!"...

Zhou Tong's Bazhong kept vibrating, and circles of ripples swept across these saint-killing phantoms; the unique purple light of the god-scarred purple gold was hazy, and mysterious scratches began to slowly manifest on the Bazhong.

At the same time, following these scratches, Zhou Tong gradually became familiar with the way of the seventeen saints.

Zhong Bo lasted for a whole month, and Ba Zhong also had [-] phantom shadows on his body.That is the imprint of the law of the seventeen saints of the ancient heaven.

"Not enough, seventeen saints are not enough! At least hundreds or even thousands of saints are needed." Zhou Tong said softly.

All the marks of saints in the ancient battlefield, including 498 marks of saints, 174 marks of saint kings, 61 marks of great saints, and even 12 marks of quasi-emperors.

A total of 745 imprints.

It is precisely because there are so many brand marks that it is possible for that place to induce the strongest Heavenly Tribulation and refine the real emperor soldiers without anyone proving the way.

Compared with the marks of those sages, the marks of the seventeen saint-killers are still too few, and it is not a drop in the bucket.

"I'm going out to do something..." Zhou Tong got up, and Vajra cut into a ray of colorful rays of light and entered his body.

(End of this chapter)