I was an immortal emperor in the Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 862
Behind Yang Guang appeared five-colored divine light, which instantly enveloped the thousands of flying swords behind him. The colorful light swayed slowly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Five-color divine light?" The ancient Buddha on the lamp looked at the five-color divine light in front of him, and there was a little surprise in his eyes, as if he thought of something in his mind, there was a little more surprise in the depths of his eyes.

"Five-color divine light." The sick old man's face was calm, and he didn't care about the ridicule around him at all. As long as he killed Yang Guang, what would happen to thousands of causes and effects?Will the world still speak for a dead man?As long as you seize the Qiankun Sword and make your path smooth, all causes and effects can be tolerated.

As for the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality, they are nothing at all. This is the practice in the prehistoric world. As long as a person is alive, there are countless possibilities.

"Kill!" The sick old man felt that his myriads fell into the five-color light, and he lost his trace in an instant, and there was no change on his face. After all, he had practiced for thousands of years, and he knew the power of the five-color light. Even my thousand flying swords couldn't escape the shroud of the five-color divine light.

While his heart was shaking, he was not in a hurry. Yang Guang's supernatural powers were extremely strange, and he must have other methods in his hands. He knew this, and he saw that the jade light shot out of his mud ball, but it was a jade hook. There is a little blood on the jade hook, which looks very strange.

The jade hook came out of the air, shrouded in a little blood-red light, and flew towards Yang Guang. Yang Guang suddenly felt his soul trembling, as if his soul was attracted by an evil force and was about to get out of his body. A change.

"Town, town, town!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is a purple light shrouded in the primordial measure of the sky, a little bit of innate immortality envelops the primordial spirit, and in the dark, a trace of evil force crashes into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Dang!" A bell rang, as if it appeared in the chaos, and the blood-red light was fixed, and the purple light of the Primordial Measuring Ruler swept across, instantly sweeping away the evil power.

"Kill!" Yang Guang didn't care about the changes in the sea of ​​consciousness at this time, the sick old man in front of him was already fighting for his life, and then he just took a little advantage, thinking about expanding the advantage and killing himself completely.

Yang Guang was also very angry in his heart, he thought about sparing the other party's life, but he didn't expect that the other party took his kindness as stupidity, and wanted to kill him when he was caught off guard, it was really abominable.

It's no wonder that those cultivating immortals are indifferent and ruthless in the end, abandoning everything in the mundane world, because all they consider are their own interests, their own path, and nothing else.

The sick old man may be worthy of sympathy or praise, but if he thinks that the other party wants to kill him, that is his life and death enemy, he hears a sharp roar and abandons the Heaven Zhan Sword very simply.

Swing out a palm.

"The hand of the gods!" The boss of the ancient Buddha who burned the lamp opened his eyes. He has been in the Three Realms for many years, and he has naturally seen the supernatural powers of the emperor of heaven. This is the unique skill of the emperor of heaven. strong enemy.

What made him curious was that the hand of God in front of him seemed to be a little different from that of the Heavenly Emperor. The hand of God in front of him had a more boundless aura, but the ruthless nature in it was exactly the same.

The powerful mana urged the hand of the gods, and the surrounding power of heaven filled it, and everything in front of him was instantly defeated. All the resistance of the sick old man had no effect, as if it was paper, easily torn apart by Yang Guang.The body slammed back again, smashing hard on the ring, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"I wanted to spare your life, but I didn't expect you to be so greedy for profit. In order to seize the Qiankun Sword, you actually wanted to plot against me." Yang Guang's face was indifferent, and his eyes showed murderous intent.

Although he is not a good person, he still knows about the repayment of kindness. He did not expect the obsession of the sick old man to be so deep. Under such circumstances, he still wanted to kill himself. This made Yang Guang very angry , Evil comes from the gallbladder.

The sick old man coughed a few times, and slowly got up, his breath was weak, he received Yang Guang's full blow, and the hand of God combined with the power of the surrounding heaven, finally knocked the sick old man into the dust.

The surrounding immortals could see clearly, with complex expressions on their faces.

The sick old man was to blame, but when the incident happened in front of his eyes, he still felt a little sympathetic to the other party.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, if you put down the butcher's knife, why not follow me to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, beside the pool of eight treasures, to cultivate your mind and cultivate your character?" The ancient Buddha's eyes flickered, and he noticed that the sick old man's magical powers were very powerful. , if it can be brought back to Lingshan, maybe it can borrow the power of the Western Paradise, not only to restore the Taoist injury, but also to obtain a Bodhisattva for the West.

"Gu Buddha, the competition is not over yet!"

Cold light shot out from Yang Guang's eyes, and he heard a long cry, the sword energy was divided into yin and yang, the void was split, and the chaotic wind blew, and the chaotic sword energy came through the air, and killed the sick old man.

Seeing this, the ancient Buddha who burned the lamp did not know what Yang Guang was thinking. The sick old man had already touched the bottom line of Yang Guang's heart. Woolen cloth?
The sick old man's face was pale, his lips trembled, his hands and fingers trembled, sword qi pierced through the air, and formed into a large array, trying to resist Yang Guang, his feet turned into a breeze, thinking of running away.

Everything is for longevity, so what is running away at this time?

It's a pity that it's not easy to go when it's easy to come. Yang Guang turned into a rainbow, and his figure flew in the sword array.

As the strong wind blew, the rain of arrows fell on the sick old man, and in an instant, flesh and blood flew, and blood spilled on the ring.

Divine light shot out from Yang Guang's eyes, which turned into Yin and Yang sword energy, and a huge scissors appeared in the air, with the head and the tail intertwined, sweeping across the sick old man.

The sick old man let out a muffled groan, fell to the ground, and was cut into two pieces by the sword energy. The powerful sword energy instantly destroyed the meridians in the opponent's body, and then there were loud noises, and the body was blown to pieces.

How can the large formation that has lost its power support be controlled? At the moment when the Dao disappeared, even the physical body was blown to pieces, and only the true spirit fell into the cycle of reincarnation.

"Amitabha." The ancient Buddha's face was full of compassion.

The sick old man wanted to transcend reincarnation, jump out of the five elements, and want to get the inheritance of Taoist Qiankun, so as to break through the restrictions of heaven. Unfortunately, his supernatural powers were lost to Tianshu, and he died tragically in the hands of Yang Guang.

"Emperor Sui, you are too cruel. I am not convinced."

(End of this chapter)