Chapter 157 Defeat

Su Han secretly sighed in his heart that the practitioners in this world are really a little stronger than the earth, and can achieve the step of martial arts sanctification, which is equivalent to the cultivation of crossing the disaster period.

It's normal to think about it. After all, this is a pure world of practice, unlike the earth, where practice is small and technology is the king.

Although the bloody continent is stronger than the earth, it is not a particularly powerful cultivation civilization. Compared with the fairyland, it is more than a little worse.

Su Han came from the fairyland. The biggest advantage lies in his vision and experience. In fact, in the fairyland, few people practice with the power of incense.

Because, although the power of incense and belief can increase cultivation, the more believers there are, the faster the cultivation will grow, but this cultivation method has great drawbacks.

It is easy to think not pure enough because of too many distractions, and there is a great risk of going crazy.

Su Han's mind turned around, and at this time, there was already a figure in the gate in the air, gradually taking shape.

is a bald old man.

I can't see how old he is, his eyebrows are white, but his skin is as warm as jade, like a baby. In the center of his forehead, there is a blood-red flame-like totem, emitting mysterious and powerful power.

His two eyes are like pure rubies, with faint flames rising.

"Ancestor, welcome the ancestor!"

Seeing the image of the bald old man, Fang Yan bent his knees and knelt straight down. His posture was extremely respectful, and his eyes showed fanaticism.

This is the mansion in his mind.

The supreme existence!

"Yan'er, what's the matter?"

The voice of the bald old man sounded, and there was no emotional fluctuation at all.

"These demons killed Uncle Wang and Uncle Li, and asked the ancestors to kill them!" Fang Yan stood up and pointed to Su Han.

"Demon?"

Two red lights appeared in the eyes of the bald old man, like a substantial light, looking at Su Han and several people.

Several people jiggled together.

I was looked at by him and felt as if I had been targeted by a poisonous snake. My whole body was like falling into an ice cellar, and even my whole body's cultivation seemed to be blocked.

Snow Wolf Ancestor's knee softened and immediately knelt down.

He was born in the blood moon continent. It can be said that he has no resistance to this power of sanctification. In his mind, this bald old man is equivalent to a god.

With the mortal body, it is not the opponent of God at all.

This belief has gone deep into the bone marrow.

Su Han's face changed and he said, "Manman!"

Manman quickly met her, and her fingertips shot out a flame and collided with the red light. Under the burning of the true fire of the phoenix, the red light dissipated in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Su Han was slightly relieved.

"What?"

The bald old man was surprised, and finally there was a trace of emotional fluctuations belonging to human beings in his tone, and two red lights came from his eyes.

This time, the color is darker than last time, with a faint golden light.

Su Han's face changed slightly.

This is the power of incense.

The power of incense is the most difficult to deal with. It contains many elements of cause and effect, retribution, good and evil. It is a tonic for the gods that believers believe in, but for others, it is highly poisonous.

Once entangled, the mind will be greatly affected. Needless to mention the fall of cultivation, it is very likely that it may lead to go crazy.

Even if the Phoenix is really popular, it can't deal with it.

Manman wanted to take action again, but was pulled by Su Han and shook her head.

Seeing that the light was getting closer and closer, Su Han gritted his teeth and suddenly sacrificed his little tripod and greeted him.

At the same time, Su Han's whole body energy was poured into the small tripod. In an instant, the tripod was golden, and various patterns appeared in the air.

Land, mountains and rivers, flowers, insects, birds and beasts, emperors, generals, literary ministers, people, scene by scene, like walking horse watching flowers, as if there is a grand dynasty, revealed in mid-air.

Vast.

Magnificent.

Strong.

Such charm circulates in everyone's heart, and all eyes are staring straight at the small tripod in mid-air and stunned.

And Su Han's forehead was full of sweat, which seemed extremely difficult.

In order not to be contaminated with the power of incense, Su Han tried his best to urge Xiaoding to produce this scene to resist the invasion of the power of incense with the atmosphere of a dynasty.

The red light dissipated again, and the virtual shadow of the bald old man also became a little dim.

This is just an energy split, mainly relying on the power of incense to condense and form, but now the power is damaged, and the light and shadow are naturally dim.

"Demon, where are you from?"

The bald old man said, with a trace of solemnity in his voice.

"A fragrant shadow dares to be presumptuous in front of me!"

"Repress it hard!"

"I was ordered to live forever!"

Su Han roared, with a magic seal in his hand, spitting out a mouthful of blood, the magic seal was completely formed, and the power of the small tripod was stimulated to the extreme.

And Su Han's face is also extremely pale.

Those mountains, flowers, insects, birds, beasts, characters and shadows seem to be alive, shouting loudly one by one, "Be commanded by heaven, and live forever!"

The clear voice echoed for a long time, like a magnificent epic, giving people an unparalleled feeling and feeling the rise and fall of a dynasty.

Puff!

Fang Yan sprayed blood fiercely.

He felt like there was a towering mountain in his heart, and his heart was beating straight and he couldn't stand straight.

"Presumptuous!"

The bald old man roared, and the golden light was great, and the overwhelming power of incense came fiercely towards Xiaoding.

In those golden light, the figures of believers appeared one by one, all kneeling on the ground, muttering to themselves and kowtowing three times.

Boom!

Two golden lights collided, causing an unparalleled explosion.

Uncle Wang's self-detonation before was like a firecracker compared with such an impact.

This is no longer a war between people, but a dynasty and a world war.

Xiaoding, as the weapon of the real dragon, was nourished by Su Han, and his soul was revived to a certain extent. With the soul of the weapon of the real dragon, it is the belief of a dynasty.

And the bald old man, as a strong martial arts saint who can be sanctified, has countless believers. Although this sanctification shadow is only one of his split, the power of believers contained in it is also not small.

The two forces collide, just like Mars hitting the earth.

Puff!

Manman and several people suddenly sprayed blood, and their bodies retreated rapidly.

Fang Yan's blood sprayed wildly and was crushed to the ground. I don't know how many bones were broken.

At least, at present, the power of Xiaoding still prevails.

"Presumptuous!"

The bald old man roared again, and the virtual shadow of his whole body suddenly stepped out of the door, turned into the purest golden light, and hit the small tripod.

He was completely angry when he suffered such provocation.

He has been sanctified for hundreds of years and belongs to a powerful existence standing at the peak of the world. There are countless believers, and his status cannot tolerate any provocation at all.

The divine power is magnificent. Once it is damaged, the prestige will plummet and fall off the altar.

If a divine residence cannot do everything, it will only be ruthlessly abandoned by believers.

In order to defeat Su Han, the bald old man did not hesitate to burn all the power of incense. Even if he fought for great damage, he would kill Su Han here.

The great damage can be made up for, but once the divine power is damaged, it is definitely a nightmare.

Seeing this scene, Manman and others exclaimed at the same time and covered their mouths.

Su Han sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, and the energy of his whole body was stimulated to the extreme. It was in front of the three people, like a reef standing in the stormy waves. Even if it was shaky, it was as motionless as a mountain.

The impact of Xiaoding and Jinguang is still continuing, gradually falling into a stalemate.

And every second is a huge torture for Su Han. His body trembled rapidly, as if he was about to fall down the next second.

Man Man's eyes are wet.

Tu Hao's eyes turned red.

The dumb bully clenched his fist tightly.

The three stepped out together and walked towards Su Han. As soon as they took a step, they heard Su Han's voice squeezing out of their teeth, "Step back!"

"Don't come here!"

"I can hold on!"

The three of them lowered their heads deeply and had a feeling that could not be described in words. They were moved, blamed, felt guilty, hated, hated that they could not do anything about it, and could not worry about the old man.

Looking at the not-so-lenient back, it was like a mountain protecting itself, and Manman bit her lips.

Time goes by minute by second.

It seems to be just a few breaths, and it's like tens of millions of years.

The confrontation between Xiaoding and the power of incense shows all kinds of scenes in mid-air, like a war attended by tens of millions of people.

It's coming to an end.

Two golden lights are weak to the extreme.

At this time, the figure of the bald old man has completely dissipated, leaving only a belief. No matter what the final victory or defeat is, he is doomed to be greatly damaged.

And Su Han has also reached the limit. A faint color appears on the surface of the small tripod, and the virtual shadow is like a transparent soap bubble, which can be pierced with a poke.

"I was ordered to live forever!"

Su Han's heart was fierce, and a resolute light appeared in his eyes. He roared again, and blood spewed out almost in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose at the same time.

The light of the small tripod flashed, like the light of returning light, and like a meteor. The golden light finally completely defeated that belief.

Su Han's heart was relieved, his face was up to the sky, and he lay straight down, with a weak but extremely happy laugh in his mouth.

Several people rushed up and shouted anxiously and concernedly.

"I'm fine."

Su Han grinned, took out a few elixirs, and quietly looked at the scene in the air.

At this time, the small tripod is undergoing subtle changes.

In mid-air, there seemed to be a golden light spot, like a moth seeing the light, jumping up.

These are the purest energy and the power of incense that has been defeated before.

The power of incense itself contains the belief of believers, but after being defeated, it turns into the purest energy and has no more distracting thoughts.

Golden light spots slowly integrate into the tripod, like painting a layer of gold paint on the small tripod, which is extremely pure.

In less than a dozen hours, Xiaoding has completely absorbed it and restored its previous glory. The halo flowed, containing endless power.

This kind of fight is the most dangerous.

The winner eats everything, and the loser has nothing.

There is no doubt that the bald old man lost.

......

Thousands of miles away, there is a volcano called Wusheng Mountain.

In the depths of the volcano, a figure sat cross-legged in the white magma. He slowly opened his eyes and showed an extremely cold light.

The flow of magma seems to have stagnated.

"Demon!"

After a moment, he made a thunderous sound with endless anger.

This man is the bald old man.

A sanctified shadow was defeated, and he lost nearly ten of the incense power, which can be said to be extremely tragic.

Moreover, these losses can never be recovered.

Every point of these incense power squandered by him represents a believer. If he is defeated, this part of believers will naturally know.

On this day, countless people had the same dream on the blood moon continent.

The peerless strong man sitting in the northwest desert, Yan Shengfang was defeated!

"The gods have been defeated..."

When they woke up from their sleep, many people muttered to themselves, smashed the statue of Yansheng worshipped at home, and instead asked someone to cast a small tripod.

Some people choose to believe in other martial arts saints.