This time, Luo Yuan only took half a stick of incense to write down the word "burn". Then, he kept sprinkling the light of fire and writing the word "Heaven". In an instant, the fire appeared on Luo Yuan's body and turned into the spirits of heaven and earth, endlessly living, carrying the great power and writing. This time, he was no longer blocked by the power in the dark, and it seemed that the great fire path had been recognized.

After three hundred years, he became a god-turned-in-the-world genius. If he hadn't been devoted to the fire, his cultivation would be enough to break through the realm of transformation of gods and achieve the supreme position. At this time, his eyes were closed, and he followed the feeling in his heart and wrote, a Taoist rhyme that burned the boundless sky suddenly rose and swept through this space. It was another two sticks of incense, and the word "tian" was only a little short, but Luo Yuan was blocked again.

Luo Yuan, whose eyes were closed, did not change his expression, as if everything was expected. He saw a dazzling light rising from his heart, and his power was even more on the Great Fire Road. It was the extreme Yang power taught by Zhenjun Fen Tian. The extreme Yang power rose up and easily penetrated the blocking force. When he clicked the pen, the word "tian" appeared. In an instant, the sea of ​​fire surged, and the image of burning the heavens appeared.

If it were placed in the endless sea, such a vision would be enough to shock many God-transforming Supremes. Luo Yuan's eyes opened and smiled, and he felt very good. He clenched his fists gently, feeling that he had endless surging divine power on his body, which was extremely thick. Now he is enough to stand at the peak of the world's bright side, dominate one side, and shock the eight wildernesses.

If he faces the Ancestor of the Essence Tiger again now, he has faith, and if the other party does not enter the realm of transformation of the gods, he can easily destroy it! As for the so-called Wuji Demon Lord, if this person is encountered by him again, he will undoubtedly die. After leaving this time, he will go to the so-called Nether Palace to explore. If someone dares to stop him, he will be killed without mercy! It is the balance sect. As long as the old monster who has reached the realm of refining the Void is not born, he will have the confidence to escape without being born.

Luo Yuan looked at the word "Fengtian" he wrote, his mouth raised and his mood was relaxed. He burned his body for two hundred years and was surrounded by dangers several times. Now he has achieved something and has never been in vain. He is naturally extremely happy. The shape of the character "Fengtian" is getting stronger and stronger, and there is no need for Luo Yuan's urging. It seems to be burning the great way on its own, mysterious and almost conscious.

"What kind of god is the one who can create such supernatural powers? I believe that even in the immortal race, it is the most powerful existence." Luo Yuan looked at the word "Fired Heaven". It was clearly written by himself, but he couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Luo Yuan stood up and walked slowly. He had not moved for two hundred years, and he felt a sense of stiffness. When he stood up, his bones crackled, which made him feel refreshed and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then, he began to think that five hundred years could be left in this world, but now it only took more than two hundred years. Calculate the time, there are nearly three hundred years left. These three hundred years are extremely critical and naturally not to be wasted.

After pondering for a moment, Luo Yuan opened the storage bag and took out many pills from it, such as the Three-Silk Clear Spirit Pill, the Marrow Cultivation Pill, the Fire Condensation Pill, the Soul Cleansing Pill, etc., with dozens of cans. Looking at the bottles and jars in front of him, Luo Yuan thought about it and thought about it and thought about it, so he swallowed it all and started his second seclusion.

Time is like sand, wind and smoke, and this retreat is another hundred years. During this hundred years, Luo Yuan consumed all the treasures in the storage bag, and made half of the small five elements, and was just around the corner. The body of the five elements has shook the past and the present, and its reputation has been passed down since ancient times and has been constantly extinct. Those who obtain such supreme treasures, without any accident, will be able to push the enemy, become famous all over the world, dominate one side, and overlook the world.

At the same time, Luo Yuan's magic power was even more vast, and his spiritual consciousness was rapidly expanding and enhancing. Except for the realm that had not been touched and the artistic conception had not yet been condensed, Luo Yuan was almost the same as the god-transforming monk. As for the hidden dangers left by practicing the Delivering Divine Art back then, it had long been eliminated in these years. His life span was also restored by swallowing heavenly and earth treasures, and it was even longer than that of the same-level monks.

The three souls and seven spirits have also been greatly strengthened, and the fragility of the soul can no longer become his shortcomings. It can be said that Luo Yuan is flawless today. If he reaches the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, he will be confident to fight with his father-in-law. Although he will not use "Fintian", he will still lose, at least this is a qualitative leap. If it were the case before, he would probably be invincible to his wife, let alone his father-in-law who is awesome to a time.

Thinking of Dan Taihua's methods, Luo Yuan couldn't help but shake his head and smiled bitterly, and whispered: "Your uncle is your uncle after all, and Old Taishan's words are really not random."

Then, he began another retreat.

This time, he wanted to let his clone step into the realm of transformation of gods. After all, Mo Liu's body of divine gods is a pure body of sword intent, and its artistic conception is naturally mainly based on swords. You only need to constantly temper the sword art and condense the artistic conception, and you can easily step into it. There is no bottleneck. As for the deity, Luo Yuan had other plans and thought a lot. In his opinion, all external forces should not become his own foundation.

Even the sword art that has been with you since childhood is not allowed. Because the sword is the way, one is destined to devote his life to the three-foot long sword. He once said that the world is still exhausted, and the sun and the moon are also broken. Not to mention the sword in his hand, if he loses the sword, wouldn’t he be greatly reduced and he is controlled everywhere. As for the sword, he has not considered it. When he was a mortal, he had heard some famous words in the world and that as long as he reached a certain level, it would be the same regardless of whether he had a sword in his hand.

Some people can even pick up a branch and use a grass as a sword. It seems to be reasonable when they hear it at first. However, when they think about it in detail, it is purely fart. It is not that this state does not exist, but that every grass and every tree can be used as a sword in this state, but that it can only be used when the state or skill is absolutely crushed. If the strength is similar, the two people are in the battle between equals.

One person holds a magic weapon, and the sword edge crosses the world. The other person takes a grass. Even if he has his own cultivation, how can a grass withstand such a mighty magic power? But with one blow, the grass turns into ashes, and life and death are only in a moment. Just imagine, if you really don’t need to hold a long sword in your hand, then the cultivation of the Supreme God Transformation is so earth-shaking, how could it be that hard to create a weapon connected to the mind? Wouldn’t it be very convenient to pick up a grass and break a piece of branch?

Therefore, he has not yet figured out his own artistic conception, and what kind of great way should he achieve the artistic conception and transform into the gods. Therefore, he began to push his clone into the realm of transformation. In this way, the two are united and his cultivation is the true transformation of the gods. In this way, he can truly be invincible and have the power to protect others.

A gray shadow stood up, his eyes were cold, and sword shadows were flying all over his body, which seemed to cut through the void. He was not sad or happy, and there was no wave in the ancient well, like a thousand-year-old mysterious ice. Nothing in the world could move him. Even when facing the deity, his eyes were still cold, and there was a faint coldness.

"I want you to step into the realm of transformation and achieve the supreme position." Luo Yuan looked at himself in front of him and spoke slowly.

"I am you, so why do you need to discuss it? You and yourself need to be so complicated?" The distracted body replied coldly, without any emotion, like a cold sword.

Luo Yuan nodded, then waved his hand, and hundreds of order chains appeared between heaven and earth again to block it. The infinite divine essence was condensed and backward, like a revelation, and the divine cloud flowed, making it spectacular. The sword shadows were flying, the fire light was condensed, the magic power was surging, and the momentum was resounding all around. Luo Yuan stood solemnly, and he was injecting magic power and fire path insights to the best of his ability, and instilling with some extreme yang power.

When everything is settled, Luo Yuan sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and breathed, and activated his magic power. Although he could not break through the realm of transformation of gods for the time being, he could take his cultivation to a higher level. He had to use the accumulation of a hundred years to continuously build the foundation, and then after his cultivation could not be compressed, he stepped into the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul.

Another hundred years later, the clone sat in the gate and there was no danger. Instead, it was as if it had happened naturally, and he easily entered the realm of transformation of the gods. If Luo Yuan had not integrated the fire path and the power of the extreme yang into the body of the clone, perhaps the breakthrough would have been more than half. At the same time, Luo Yuan's original deity also entered the realm of the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, and his cultivation was solid, which could shake all enemies.

Mo Liu's body dispersed the divine body successfully broke through the barrier and stood up slowly. The surrounding space was twisted, and a field full of swords and fire appeared. It was the artistic conception of Mo Liu's body dispersed, as if it was a world of itself. In that artistic conception field, he was the master of everything. And among the tens of thousands of sword shadows, there was a sword shadow that was extremely special.

It was a long sword with several cracks. The sword body had ancient patterns, which was slightly thicker than the ordinary long sword. At first glance, the monk felt that this sword was a real entity, and it was estimated that it weighed about ten kilograms, four taels and six cents. At the hilt of the sword, there was a dazzling ball of light containing the power to burn the heavens, which was Jiyang. The appearance of this sword made Luo Yuan a little ecstatic and incredible.

Because that long sword was the weapon left to him by his father Luo Zhen, the Seton Sword!

However, Luo Yuan never said anything. Compared to these, nothing made him feel more relieved than the rapid progress of his incarnation strength.

"There are less than a hundred years left, what should we do." Luo Yuan looked at himself in front of him and asked.

"Just choose the same weapon, alchemy, and arrange the array at will." The clone responded coldly.
Chapter completed!