The nourishment transformed by the second reincarnation seal quickly disappeared.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the fire was surging, and the symbols were gathered together, like a vast ocean, with great ups and downs, and the waves swept over. These were all runes of the true dragon, the fairy phoenix, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, Kunpeng, the Kirin, and the Thunder Emperor.

The most of the magic shapes that fused into the cauldron suddenly exploded. The talisman cultures turned into flames, burning wildly, as vigorous as the sun and the moon, as beautiful as a phoenix, and blood stained the starry sky, and its sound was first heard!

"puff!!"

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

The integration of spirit and form is becoming increasingly difficult. Now I have only merged most of it, and the road ahead is even more difficult. As long as the power of the reincarnation seal fades, the entire integration will immediately fail.

If everything fails in the end, Zhou Tong will completely lose the strongest talent in the domineering body - the spirit form!

"The third reincarnation seal, sacrifice!"

Zhou Tong then sacrificed his third reincarnation seal again.

"Boom!!"

The third reincarnation seal turns into a ray of light, constantly nourishing the exploded runes and spirit forms. It is like the backflow of time, everything is nourished by the reincarnation seal, and it is moving forward step by step, and the integration is getting smoother and smoother.

When the whole was integrated to 90%, Zhou Tong stopped immediately.

The fused spirit form carried a stream of fairy energy, transformed into a mass of spirit, soared into the sky, becoming a stream of mist of light, and quickly sank into Zhou Tongzhen's body.

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

Although the Seal of Reincarnation is insufficient, as long as the Reincarnation Mirror is still there and the Divine Emperor Sutra can still practice, he can still practice the Seal of Reincarnation; and at present, he can still practice the two Seals of Reincarnation, which is enough to complete the final transformation.

But now the real key is that the Tao fire and karma fire are insufficient. Look. Yarn, Chinese website

I am hiding on the ancient road to becoming an immortal. Even if those people in the outside world hate each other, this hatred will gradually fade with time. This is one of the reasons why the karma fire weakens. No one has always been born for hatred.

As for Taoist fire.

The Taoist fire formed by the imprints of hundreds of sages is indeed extremely terrifying, but with the progress of the integration of the spirit and form, these Taoist fires gradually become less powerful 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 you must show your face in front of those holy lands to make the karma fire burn again."

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

Isn’t it just the brand of a saint, a saint, or a great saint? As long as you further sacrifice and refine the domineering bell, relying on the power of the Divine Scar Purple Gold, you can easily get hundreds of branded marks.

Zhou Tong closed his eyes and quietly sacrificed the Ba Zhong with his mind and the immortal energy that had been born before.

As the sacrifice and refining were performed, a hint of joy gradually appeared on Zhou Tong's face.

The red sun rises, and the road is bright. The river flows out and flows out. The hidden dragons soar into the abyss, the scales and claws fly. The breast tiger roars at the valley, and all beasts are shocked. The eagle and falcon test their wings, and the wind and dust are rising. The strange flowers are born, and the emperor is the emperor...

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

He could feel his Ba Zhong "awakening" bit by bit, and the ultimate mystery of the Divine Scar Purple Gold is slowly recovering. He blended with Ba Zhong's soul and could clearly feel the strong breath of life.

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

The domineering clock rings by itself, and the sound waves are shocking, which makes Zhou Tong feel a strange feeling.

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

All of this is combined together, as if it is outlined a picture of the growth of all things in nature, the mountains, the sea, the tide, the sunlight, and the moonlight, everywhere is full of vitality and prosperity.

This is a picture of life.

During the refining process, the Ba Zhong also became crystal clear, with fairy light flowing all over the body and blooming auspicious colors. Each scroll on the body of the bell became beautiful stripes, giving it a real texture and vitality.

At this point, Ba Zhong's initial sacrifice and refining was completed, and Zhou Tong opened his eyes.

"Is it only three months for such a sacrifice?" Zhou Tong's eyes opened, his eyes were plain and deep.

During these three months, his mind was completely united with his clock, feeling the mystery and breath of the gradually revived purple gold in the Divine Seal Purple Gold, and the joy of life from nothing to something.

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, the Emperor's Sutra he had cultivated and knew about himself also turned into imprints and appeared on the Ba Zhong. Now, there was a picture of the common respect of the emperors on his Ba Zhong.

Not only that, the hundreds of sage imprints he had obtained in the ancient battlefield began to make faint sounds, as if scriptures were resounding.

This is the scriptures transformed by the great way of those sages. He has initially awakened the mystery of the purple gold of the divine mark, and has been able to use the mystery of the immortal gold to extract endless scriptures from those imprints.

The ancient saints turned into scrolls, living on the patterns on the surface of the Ba Zhong, traveling and discussing Taoism, which was a scene of a fairyland that had attained the Tao and truly immortals.

"The emperors are respected together, and the scenes of the immortal realm are in line with my name, Ba Zhong!" Zhou Tong nodded slightly.

This change is exactly what he wants.

"However, before causing trouble, I still have something to use for a little bit!" Zhou Tong grabbed it casually, and the scepter of the ancient heaven appeared in his palm. It was extremely profound, like a supreme treasure that suppressed the underworld.

The Vajra Carving shook slightly, and a colorful glow suddenly fell on the scepter-

"Om Long!"

The Heavenly Court scepter exploded violently, and the murderous aura was as surging as the sea. The terrifying god could shake the earth!

A series of lights and shadows carried a huge murderous aura and burst out from the scepter.

This is the killing saint, the killing saint of the ancient heavenly court.

There are seventeen killing saints!

And it is also a great saint-level killing saint!

This scepter is the secret treasure of the ancient heavenly court. When the lords of heaven in all dynasties ended, they all presented everything to this scepter.

Among this scepter, there are seventeen great saint-level killing sacrifices!

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

Zhou Tong's Ba Zhong kept shaking, and circles of ripples swept through these phantoms of killing saints; the purple light unique to the divine scar purple gold was hazy, and extremely mysterious scratches began to slowly manifest on the Ba Zhong.

At the same time, Zhou Tong also gradually understood the way of killing the 17 saints with these scratches.

Zhong Bo lasted for a whole month, and there were seventeen figures of human form on Ba Zhong's body. It was the imprint of the rule of the seventeen killing saints in the ancient heavenly court.

"Not enough, the seventeen killing saints are still not enough! At least hundreds or even thousands of saints are needed to be imprinted." Zhou Tong said softly.

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

There are 745 marks in total.

It is precisely because of so many imprints that the place can trigger the strongest heavenly tribulation without anyone waving the truth and refine the real imperial weapon.

Compared with those sages, these seventeen killing saints are still too few, and they are dropping the bucket.
Chapter completed!