What is the experience of simulating a fairy?

Chapter 468 Ascension to the Holy Throne

Shen Lue looked at this new line of small characters, and all the previous suspicious points were quickly connected together:

Before the owner of Baoqingfang appeared, the real fire of Samadhi was powerful enough to refine treasures, which is outrageous no matter how you think about it.

But if it's an innate fire, then it makes sense.

Also in Daleiyin Temple, Monkey King pointed at him in surprise before he died, as if he was puzzled that he didn't know where the "innate fire" was.

Monkey brother is the innate gold, and the strength is powerful

At that time, he must have seen that I was a congenital fire, but it was a pity that I hung up before I could say anything.

"Really

"If you break through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it!"

After several innate five elements resonated, they soon began to fuse.

With the innate fire as the axis, Shen Lue's body gradually recovered, and his soul slowly returned to its place.

Flame Daoist was stunned:

"This, is this innate fire?

"How could it be in your hands!"

In any case, they did not expect that the innate fire that the six saints had been searching for for thousands of years turned out to be bouncing right under their noses.

At this time, Shen Lue's primordial spirit was stained with a layer of golden mist.

This is a harbinger of imminent sanctification.

Flame Taoist finally reacted:

"Don't try to succeed!"

The vast mana condensed in the palm of his hand again, and blasted towards Shen Lue without reservation.

But this time, when the powerful attack got close to about three feet away from him, it was completely crushed by the power generated by the fusion of the innate five elements.

Ding!

Shen slightly opened his eyes, revealing bright golden pupils.

At the same time, a small and delicate pattern appeared in the center of his forehead, presenting a regular pentagon, with patterns of five colors engraved inside.

The colors are rich without being gimmicky at all.

It's the holy pattern!

Only saints would have this kind of thing, Shen Lue had seen it on the foreheads of Nu Wa and Tong Tian.

Nuwa's holy pattern is a woman with a human head and a snake body, surrounded by several small clay figurines, and a broken sky at the top, representing her merits of mending the sky and creating man.

The Master Tongtian's is rather strange.

His holy pattern is like a bunch of abstract gray and white mosaic color blocks, with only a bright straight line in the middle, the meaning is unknown.

Shen slightly touched his forehead:

"This one is pretty healthy~"

It's a pity that the holy pattern is useless other than looking very dazzling, it's just a decoration.

call--

He took a deep breath:

"After such a long time, I have finally ascended to the holy throne."

Ancestor Hongjun was too powerful and was planned to be forcibly deleted, so the saint is the limit that can be reached in the dungeon.

The expected enlightenment did not appear.

The strength has indeed improved.

rough estimate

He can probably slap to death a stack of himself before he became a saint. The difference between a saint and a quasi-sage is not an exaggeration to describe it as the difference between cloud and mud.

Shen slightly moved his neck and looked at the flame ancestor in the distance:

"Is it really over this time?"

Flaming Dao Ancestor's eyes are extremely dignified:

"It's really unexpected, you are the innate fire."

Harm~

Shen slightly bowed his hands politely:

"I would also like to thank you, old man. If I hadn't been tossed in the alchemy furnace, I'm afraid it would be very difficult for me to discover this secret in the end."

Daoist Huoyan had a sullen face, as ugly as he wanted.

Hehe ~

Shen Lue smiled again, and continued:

"Daozu, I suddenly remembered something.

"When you threw Sun Wukong into the alchemy furnace, you actually wanted to refine him back into innate gold, right? The result seems to be self-defeating.

"Not only helps to refine the sharp eyes

"In the end, he was tossed under the hands of the Second Saint of the West, right?"

Flaming Dao Ancestor opened his eyes wide with anger, and shouted loudly:

"Shut up!"

Refining Sun Wukong was indeed a stain on his career as a sage, and his negligence back then became a joke within the Three Realms.

He pointed out with his index finger and attacked Shen Lue again:

"Master Baoqing Fang!

"Don't think that you can be rampant with me just because you are lucky enough to become a saint!"

Huh~

Facing the offensive of the Flame Daoist, Shen Lue was no longer in a hurry and helpless as before, and appeared very calm and relaxed:

"This word,

"Let your body tell me after you get out."

Although the flame phantom in front of him was manipulated by Daozu himself, it was only a part of the power.

Although it is far beyond the quasi-sage, it is still some distance away from the saint.

He raised his hand.

The power of the five elements blended and condensed into the pure white spear before.

What's different is that this spear quickly turned into ten, ten into hundreds, and hundreds of thousands of spears appeared one after another, and the cold light flickered.

The tip of the spear showed its sharpness, piercing through the air until the iron wall of the alchemy furnace began to deform.

Shen Lue beckoned, and Yu Hu, who was hiding in the vent, came to him.

Yu arc stared:

"Bozhu, me, me"

Her face was flushed with excitement, and she couldn't organize her words well after holding back for a long time, so that she couldn't utter a single word.

It was clearly a desperate situation just now!

She was even mentally prepared to be doomed, but at the last moment, Shen Lue not only came back to life, but miraculously ascended to the Holy Throne

Bozhu NB!

Shen slightly smiled and patted her on the shoulder:

"Okay, we're safe.

"Now, it's time to go out and make a break with these two guys."

He clenched his fists violently.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The pure white spear shot out in all directions, and under the white light, the flame phantom of Taishang Laojun instantly shattered.

KUANG——

With a loud bang, the gossip furnace was torn to pieces.

Outside the alchemy furnace.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Laojun closed their eyes tightly, and the Samadhi real fire in the alchemy furnace they manipulated has been trying to refine Shenlue.

The disciples were waiting by the side.

"strangeness."

Master Xuandu frowned, lowered his voice and asked:

"Brother Nanji, don't you think it's been a long time?"

It stands to reason that the two saints would be able to refine the five innate elements within a quarter of an hour at most, but they have waited for a full hour and there is still no movement.

The Antarctic fairy touched his shiny forehead:

"It's not quite right."

boom!

As soon as the words fell, they heard a huge earthquake from below, and then the vibration became more and more intense.

Master Xuandu laughed:

"Success?"

Nanji Xianweng immediately shook his head: "No, look at the two masters!"

I saw the dharma seals in the hands of Yuanshi and Daozu kept shaking, their faces were ashen, and they didn't look like they were about to succeed.

KUANG——

A deafening explosion sounded.

The sea of ​​fire formed by the Samadhi real fire disappeared instantly, and there was only an impenetrable white mist below.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Laojun opened their eyes at the same time. They didn't talk to each other, they just stared down.

The disciples looked at each other in blank dismay:

Should be successful, right?

They couldn't think of the slightest possibility of failure. After all, it was two saints trying to refine at the same time, but the expressions of the two leaders were indeed wrong.

perhaps

It is more troublesome in the middle, but the final result is definitely good.

The white fog dissipated.

Master Xuandu and disciples of Chanjiao hurriedly looked over.

There is no gleaming innate five elements as expected, the alchemy furnace and the sea of ​​fire are gone, only a familiar figure standing there with his back straight.

"This"

The crowd held their breath.

This, isn't this the owner of Baoqingfang?

Is he still alive?

At this moment, Shen Lue turned around slowly and looked up at the two leaders and thousands of disciples.

Shen Lue looked the same as before, still wearing a simple plain robe without any gorgeous decorations, it seemed so ordinary.

the only difference,

It's an extra holy pattern on his forehead.

wow——

After a short period of silence, there was a huge uproar, and the disciples' faces turned pale and pale, with deep fear in addition to surprise.

Even Yuanshi Tianzun and Taishang Laojun looked very dignified.

Seventh Holy

Already alive!

(End of this chapter)