Chapter 914: Immortal Soul

After refining Chen Yuanhao's uncle and nephew, Shen Chong's momentum has reached its peak. His body has expanded several times, his whole body is red, and his clothes are broken.

Roar...

In the roar, Shen Chong's figure has moved out of the mysterious world of the heavens. Surrounded by nine ancient gods, the treasure light bombards, the huge source has begun to change and continues to grow, and his yuan god is even more distorted and changed, as if there is a fierce beast that wants to bite out.

Wh!

In front of his eyes, there was a long river with no end in sight.

On the road of monastery, the Tianhe emerges, as brilliant as fireworks, lonely as stars, eternal and lonely, strong and lonely.

This is the river of fate.

When hitting the soul realm of life, Shen Chong saw this long river of fate, but there, only seen from a distance, could not be approached at all, let alone touched.

Fate is the most ethereal, but every supreme strong man must grasp his own destiny, and finally transcend his fate and open up his own unique path.

From this long river of galloping fate, there is a turbulent figure floating over, ups and downs, constantly struggling, as if to make an unyielding cry. This figure, with a vague face, but faintly his own shadow, but in an instant it integrated into the surging river.

Break fate, break free from the shackles, in the long river of fate, salvage your soul projection, jump out of the three worlds, surpass the five elements, plant immortality, sacrifice immortal roots, soul immortality, immortality...

The Taoist feeling handed down by the immortals flows in Shen Chong's memory little by little,

"Huijian Tianxin, cut off fate, my soul will never die!"

Shen Chong calmed down and suddenly burst into a roar. His hands abruptly tore the void, cut off the long river of fate, and tightly locked his soul projection in the trillion-dollar branch of fate.

In an instant, countless images tossed and pictures rotated. This is the countless endings of Shen Chong's fate. Some are struggling at the most in monstroy, can't break through the realm, and the longevity is exhausted; some are killed by strong enemies; some are killed by powerful disasters, and some are even devoured by demons...

All kinds of endings are all tragic and painful, as if they have experienced thousands of hardships in the world, eternal degenerate in reincarnation, bombarding Shen Chong's mind again and again.

Seeing his countless futures and experiencing countless life and death, Shen Chong's will not only did not collapse, but became more firm. He waved his hands and played countless formulas. Thirty-three days of Taoism, the reincarnation of the heavens, one after another, roared furiously:

"I will make the decision on my destiny, break through the shackles of fate, let the reincarnation of the world become my memory, and open up my own path and my own future."

Wh!

Under the pressure of the huge will, the long river of fate seems to slow down.

"broken!"

Shen Chong's will turned into a shocking sword and fell on the long river of fate.

The surging river is rolling like the palm of your hand. It seems that the power of this sword can't affect this huge river of fate at all, but there is a little dust under the water of the river.

"I found it, break my fate, at this moment."

Shen Chong was slightly happy, and another palm poked down, quietly penetrated into the depths of the long river, and touched his soul projection. The fog-like soul projection was tightly held in the palm of his hand. At the same time, thousands of future shadows disappeared in an instant. His fate was no longer determined by heaven and earth, but by the palm. I held it in my own hand.

The soul projection left the long river of fate. This endless river immediately disappeared without a trace. No one can calculate his future. His fate has jumped out of the three worlds, controlled himself, and once again took off a layer of shackles.

Shen Chong held his soul projection in his hand, and his whole body emitted sacred light. In his body, the field world flowed, and every broken source was beating, excited and growing.

In the roaring sound, his original law is stronger, and his immortal bones are stronger.

"It's time for the soul projection to integrate into my body, and my life is up to me to stand tall forever."

Shen Chong suddenly flew out his yuan god and wrapped the shadow of his soul, and in his body, there was a pure golden flame, which melted everything in an instant.

Only the genshen, in the beating flame, experienced thousands of trials and hurdles, no more impurities, and the soul projection was completely integrated.

The strength is growing.

The breath is also constantly changing.

Shen Chong's mind does not move, everything is not disturbed, the soul is eternal, and the Taoist heart has become stronger.

The monks in the broken realm can be derived from flesh and blood at any time. Only the yuan god is the top priority. At this moment, Shen Chong's soul has finally reached the point of immortality and stepped into the broken sevenfold soul realm.

In the dazzling golden light, Shen Chong's body is rapidly condensing, the yuanshen returns to its position, and the heaven and the earth are united.

His eyes penetrated the void and pierced the future.

His power shakes the world, and the seas are tossed.

His body is even more towering, magnificent and powerful.

The monk of the soul realm is already the existence of the broken upper realm, and the seven-grade demon emperor can also be called a mythical beast. Although there are still restrictions on longevity, he is already a well-deserved strong man in the lower world and has the qualification to stand on the top of the world.

Shen Chong's savings are rich. The power of this promoted soul realm has increased exponentially. The broken origin has broken through 30,000. This is a terrible force, even beyond the ordinary reality monks. It is enough to tear the sky, break the sky rail, and make traces of the sky.

Moreover, he has realized a trace of the mystery of the universe, and the world in his body is more horizontal. With a slight breath, he absorbs the qi of the true source from the cosmic void. Filtered by the 33-day Taoism, it can be directly turned into a fairy.

And the mysterious treasure of the heavens is also the rising height of the ship. The runes on it are staggered and extremely strong. Each fairy weapon shows a more powerful and magical effect, especially the yin and yang beads of the sky. Originally, it is only one foot away from the door, but now it is directly promoted to a Zhongpin fairy weapon.

The mysterious treasure of the heavens has once again reached a balance, and with the help of borrowing part of the power of the gods' battle map, the power has shocked the heavens and the world. Even if it is a top-grade fairy weapon, I'm afraid it can be broken with one blow.

However, in order to promote this set of treasures one step further, I'm afraid that more sources and laws are needed, and it is more difficult to refine them.

"Now go out and refine all the Hongmeng purple gas in this gray fog. I'm afraid there will be enough savings to promote this set of treasures again." Shen Chong's heart was secretly fierce, but with the battle map of the gods, it is not impossible.

click!

In the Wanhai Minghua Pearl, the last fairy stone exploded, and the small world could no longer be supported. Shen Chong turned over his palm and simply put away the Huajie bead.

The boundless sea disappeared, and the mysterious and huge gray fog covered it again.

At this time, his realm has improved, and there is a purple energy in his body. This gray fog is no different from the usual fog. He swims in the sea of fog, and his speed is not affected at all.

"It seems that there are not many Hongmeng purple gas here. I can't find one for so long." Shen Chong turned into a hundred million splits, but after looking for several hours, he didn't see any of them. Although the faint purple light can be seen everywhere, it is only the remnants left after Hongmeng Ziqi swam.

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, old and lonely, without any joy and anger: "Young man, it's not simple to refine Hongmeng purple gas, and in such a short time, the breath has changed so much."

"Who, who is it?" Shen Chong was shocked, but he had expected that as soon as he entered the gray fog, his heart was shrouded in a sense of crisis. This crisis did not come from Hongmeng purple gas. There must be horror in this gray fog.

"Hahahaha, don't be nervous. I also want to thank you for helping me break the formation here." The old voice came out again.

"Are the seniors trapped here?" Shen Chong's heart moved slightly.

"Yes, this gray fog is a big array, called Hongmeng Suotian array, which is suppressed by seven Hongmeng purple gas. Young people, you are very powerful, but don't refine it any more." The sound echoed elegantly. Suddenly, the fog trembled and condensed an old man. He was thin and energetic. His eyes were shining, the fairy flowed, and his breath was even more mysterious and obscure.

This is an incarnation of Zhenyuan Xianzun who broke through the blockade of Hongmeng Suotian array with the supreme Taoism.