Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1221: The Great Sage's Sorrow, a Fierce Battle with Yuan Ye

After his head was chopped off, Niu Dasheng's Nascent Soul flew out from his forehead, but there was a crack on the mini version of his body, running from top to bottom, almost splitting his Nascent Soul into two halves.

Even so, he still had a smile on his face.

"Ant, what are you laughing at? You are about to die."

"You took this blow from me and it wasn't just your body that was cut off, but also your Nascent Soul. I feel so sorry for you."

Yuan Ye held the sword in his hand and looked indifferently at the smiling Niu Dasheng in front of him. He did not attack again because Niu Dasheng was no longer worth his attack at this time.

"I know, but I don't care!"

Niu Dasheng chuckled, he looked down at his feet, only to find that his legs were gradually disappearing. He sighed, then turned around and looked at Niu Xiaosheng who was crying heartbreakingly in the distance.

"Xiaosheng, my child, Daddy has never failed your expectations, never before, and never now!

It's just a pity.

Everyone sacrificed so much, and that fellow Taoist even risked his life, but in the end, it still didn't go as he wished...

You have to walk your own path from now on, and daddy will no longer protect you."

After Niu Dasheng finished speaking, all the energy below his chest had dissipated.

At this moment, he seemed like a painting printed in the void, being slowly erased by an invisible hand.

He finally looked at the figure not far away who had killed the Golden Ape Clan monk, met his eyes, and then smiled with relief. Finally, he looked up at the sky and roared:

"As a cultivator, why should we fear death? Haven't you heard that even ants can fight against the sky?"

Niu Dasheng's voice was still echoing between heaven and earth, but his figure had long disappeared from there.

"Alas... In the end, it has come to this..."

At the formation site, Mo Fan stepped on the brow of a thousand-foot-tall golden ape, slowly raised the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand, and pointed it at Yuan Ye in the distance.

"Kyushu cultivators, the Lord of Black Wind Mountain, Laibao, invites you to fight against the gods!"

"Yuan, come and die!"

Mo Fan roared, and the hurricane wings behind him flapped, and his entire body instantly disappeared from the spot.

"How dare you, a mere ant, go against the will of Heaven!!"

Yuan Ye was also furious because Mo Fan had just killed two of his subordinates, who were also two of his clansmen.

Lines of golden secret power spread out from his body, creating ripples in the air, like a piece of golden water waves spreading out in the air.

Soon, a figure appeared in the ripples in the distance.

This figure was none other than Mo Fan. He had just used his full speed, but just as he was about to get close to Yuan Ye, he discovered that the entire space had solidified, like an invisible swamp, making his progress extremely difficult.

"It's a bit troublesome. This guy actually comprehended the artistic conception."

Uncle Qian’s words echoed in Mo Fan’s mind.

"What exactly is artistic conception?"

Mo Fan gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice.

“You can think of it as a power that is higher than the domain. It is a combination of spirit and strength, approaching the law but not reaching the height of the law.

The so-called artistic conception is difficult to describe, because it is a manifestation of a kind of perception.

The sword and knife intent that you practice are the prototypes of artistic conception, but if you want to truly comprehend the complete artistic conception, you must reach the stage of transformation of spirit or what you call the holy realm.

Because only at that level can one truly achieve the unity of spirit and intention, and only then can one have the opportunity to sublimate intention into artistic conception.

But you are not without the strength to fight, don't forget your king's power, that thing is more precious than this so-called artistic conception!"

Although Mo Fan did not fully understand what Uncle Qian said, he heard the last sentence clearly.

He immediately mobilized the power of the king and found that he became relaxed instantly. Although there was still some resistance, it was much better than before.

At this time, Yuan Ye's sword had already slashed towards him, and Mo Fan, not wanting to be outdone, also slashed out with his sword!

"when--"

The two knives collided with each other, and dazzling flames suddenly burst out.

"Hey!"

Yuan Ye grinned, and a huge force burst out from the sword in his hand, instantly chopping Mo Fan away!

"Boy, you have quite a bit of strength!"

Yuan Ye grinned grimly, took a step forward, and his whole body was like a cannonball, and with a "whoosh" he disappeared on the spot.

On the other hand, Mo Fan felt pain in his right arm at the moment. The power unleashed by the opponent's sword was beyond his expectations. However, it also made him realize that it was not entirely Yuan Ye's strength, but more of a strangeness in the sword.

The sword is called Wanjun Blade, and it is also an ancient treasure. It is said that once the sword is activated, it can burst out with terrifying power.

This was naturally the information that Mo Fan had obtained from the memories of those two celestial ghosts.

Even in the upper realm, Yuan Ye became famous for this sword. He was also extremely well-known among the younger generation of the entire Golden Ape Clan, and was even respected as the Young Marquis by other cultivators.

This shows how powerful he is.

Even among the royal-level combat forces, he ranks at the top.

Before Mo Fan landed completely on the ground, Yuan Ye caught up with him again and slashed at him with a knife!

Mo Fan gritted his teeth and could only block it with the Sky-Slashing Attack, but was directly slashed into the ground.

Rumbling--

The huge shock wave caused the entire earth to shake, as if a major earthquake had occurred.

The originally broken mountain land cracked directly, and the cracks were like a spider web, and in the center of the spider web was a huge and deep depression.

Mo Fan's figure disappeared without a trace and was chopped into the depths of the earth.

Rumbling--

Soon, the earth began to shake again, and a giant hand made of mud and rocks rose from the ground and grabbed Yuan Ye.

"He's not dead yet?"

Yuan Ye frowned slightly upon seeing this, raised his hand and chopped the attacking giant hand with a knife, then swung the sword with a crazy look on his face and chopped down at the ground below!

"Even if you are the reincarnation of the real black turtle, this saint will break your turtle shell!"

"Die to me!!"

Yuan Ye's hair stood on end with rage, his whole body filled with burning sword intent, and huge crescent-shaped sword auras continuously chopped into the earth.

In just a short moment, the mountain range was completely turned into a swamp, and at the same time, there was a terrifying sword energy that filled the air and did not dissipate for a long time.

"Rumble--"

But at this time, the earth around him shook again, and one mountain giant after another rose from the ground and rushed towards Yuan Ye one after another.

This magical power is called "Earth Dharmakaya", which Mo Fan obtained by devouring a celestial being. It can use the power of the earth to transform into endless Dharmakaya.

Theoretically speaking, as long as Mo Fan's own power has not been exhausted, the Earth Dharma Body will continue to appear.

If it were the celestial being before, he would not dare to activate this magical power as crazy as Mo Fan, after all, the power in his body is limited.

But Mo Fan is different. He has devoured so many celestial beings that he still has the power of celestial beings to feed back to him. He doesn't have to worry about the problem of consumption for the time being.

This is also the main reason why he was able to fight for so long.

However, although there were many earth Dharma bodies, they could not cause any substantial impact on Yuan Ye. They could not even get within a hundred feet of him as they would be chopped to pieces by the sword in his hand.

But even so, after a while, Yuan Ye began to breathe heavily.

"Damn ants!!"