This sword immortal from the Pure Yang Realm had a resolute expression on his face, with a purple dragon shadow wrapped around his body.

The illusory dragon shadow wrapped around him.

This sword cultivator is also known as the Purple Dragon Sword Immortal. Once he draws his sword, it is like a dragon’s roar shaking the world, with a sea of ​​thunder surrounding him and wind and rain roaring together.

Purple Dragon Sword Immortal listened to Huo Linger’s words.

He sighed, “God will not stop us, Zhao Qing, are you ready?”

The Taoist nun had a cold expression on her face.

“I just don’t understand why we can’t ascend. Are we really going to be trapped here as insects for the rest of our lives? Just like a frog in a well, we can only see a narrow world in our entire lives.”

“But this is not God’s fault.” said the Purple Dragon Sword Immortal.

“Really.”

In the hall, He Qing watched this scene with some curiosity.

The sight of a Chunyang cultivator ascending to heaven is something that only happens once in a thousand years, so it would be beneficial for him to observe it personally.

“Do they think it’s your fault that they can’t ascend?” He Qing asked.

Huo Linger smiled indifferently.

“They may not think so rationally, but when they are desperate, they may blame others unconsciously.”

Huo Linger wouldn’t care.

After all, these cultivators were all born in the Chunyang Realm, which contains a part of the origin of the Chunyang Taoist Palace.

Even their spiritual roots are part of the Chunyang Taoist Palace.

They couldn’t escape from the Chunyang Taoist Palace.

Not to mention that they are unable to cope with the calamity of ascension, even if they succeed in ascending.

It will also lose its most core original power the moment it leaves the Chunyang Taoist Palace.

Unless there is a powerful monk in the outside world who uses the treasures from heaven and earth to make up for it for them.

But for these cultivators in the Pure Yang Realm, they are also extremely depressed.

Because they are born with a fixed upper limit.

These hopeless days are the real culprit that kills everyone.

If they didn’t know that there is always someone better than you, perhaps they wouldn’t have such thoughts.

But the Chunyang Realm is not without communication with the outside world. Since ancient times, there have been cultivators coming in to practice in seclusion.

Even people from the Danxia Sect would come in every once in a while.

So they understand what the outside world is like.

After learning how magnificent the world out there is, their ambitions naturally expanded uncontrollably.

“Don’t worry about them, we just watch.” Huo Linger watched with a smile.

Even had people come over to serve the food.

As a god in the Pure Yang Realm, Huo Linger’s life can be described as extremely luxurious.

There are literally hundreds of dishes on display for every meal.

On the sacred mountain, there are at least 100,000 people serving Huo Linger.

Of course, to some extent, Huo Linger was indeed the one who created them, and could be considered the mother goddess of the world.

“People, perhaps, need to learn to be content. Happiness lies in being content.” He Qing said silently.

This sentence is not said to others, but to myself.

If you are too greedy and never satisfied, you will not feel happy no matter how much you have.

Grasping what you can grasp and cherishing what you have now may be the real happiness.

At this moment, the sky above the Chunyang Realm had already changed color.

He Qing could clearly feel that a more transcendent force was being drawn in from the outside world.

A circular passage surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds emanates fairy light.

The white fairy light is overflowing with infinite spirituality and power.

But at the same time, a more terrifying force emerged.

Pitch-black clouds covered the sky and the earth almost instantly, making the sky dark, and the whole world suddenly fell into darkness.

The violent sea of ​​thunder was churning, and the thunder as rough as a dragon was surging.

Boom!

A thunder dragon like a divine pillar fell from the sky.

Huo Linger explained while eating.

“Alas, it’s hard to say whether I can take on another bolt of lightning.”

Generally speaking, heavenly tribulations are divided into different levels.

The intensity of the calamity varies from person to person.

But there will be at least nine thunders, and at most seventy-two thunders.

In addition, there are also the inner demon tribulations and interference from external demons.

The Purple Dragon Sword Immortal drew his sword.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.

Whoosh!
A dragon roar that shook the heavens and the earth surrounded us.

The sword light crossed the sky and turned into a purple dragon spirit.

The extremely bright sword light and the heavenly thunder vibrated together, and in an instant, infinite brilliance emerged.

Wow!
The shock wave formed shook the heaven and earth like ripples.

However, no matter how powerful this force was, it could not affect Huo Linger at all.

In the Chunyang Realm, Huo Linger can mobilize the power of the entire realm.

This kind of power is far beyond that of ordinary immortals.

To go against Huo Linger in this world means to fight against a world, a small world.

Boom!

The light falls.

The Purple Dragon Sword Immortal’s energy has been greatly weakened.

He blocked the first bolt of thunder, but it was only the weakest one.

His realm is not weak, it’s just that his body, his magic power, and all the power he can mobilize are too weak.

This is the biggest fatal flaw.

He Qing only took a glance and concluded that these two people would definitely not be able to ascend successfully today.

“It’s such a pity that a generation of Chunyang is going to perish like this.” He Qing sighed.

This is fate.

If they were not born in the Pure Yang Realm, but in other realms, they might have succeeded.

But this cannot be blamed on the Pure Yang Realm.

After all, there would be no them without the Pure Yang Realm.

This is as ridiculous as blaming the right or wrong of success on their parents not giving birth to them.

He Qing stopped looking.

Sure enough, after he and Huo Linger finished their meal.

Someone outside brought in two bodies.

Huo Linger gave He Qing a sword manual.

“Look, the sword art this person has mastered is quite good, what a pity.”

He Qing put it away.

Seeing two Chunyang monks fall like this.

He Qing was also filled with emotion.

In this world, no matter what level of cultivation you have reached, you are always on the edge of a cliff.

If you want to make progress, you will risk your life.

He Qing began to refine his own Shinto magic weapon.

This clock is too difficult, and requires the attraction of 365 stars first.

Every time you draw in the power of a star, it becomes a restriction.

It can be said that if this Shinto magic weapon can succeed, even if it does not form an innate divine pattern, its basic quality alone will be extremely amazing.

Moreover, He Qing could clearly feel that his Shinto magic weapon was only in its most basic form.

After all, it is his own special soul that is being refined every day.

Maybe it is the next step of change of Wuji magic.

Time passes in Chunyang Palace and changes are extremely fast.

He Qing was so absorbed in refining magical instruments that he didn’t notice the passage of time at all.

When he reappeared outside, only a few days had passed.

He Qing strolled through the Danxia School, where the buildings are magnificent and beautiful, right on the mountain.

Standing here, you can see a gorgeous sea of ​​lotus flowers in the lotus lake.

Purple, green and pink lotus flowers bloom in patches.

There are quite a few disciples in the Danxia School, and the total number of disciples from each generation is about thousands.

Including other servants, there are tens of thousands of people on the entire mountain, almost like a small town.

He Qing strolled among them and occasionally saw some disciples taking classes and practicing.

Or a group of disciples are taking kendo classes, or alchemy or weapon refining courses.

After walking around for a while, He Qing lost interest.

He returned to the county town alone.

Although the Danxia School is good, there is no one I know.

It would be better to stay in Lihua Garden and enjoy it.

As soon as He Qing returned to Lihua Garden, he received a message from Fang Zhihan.

These days, Fang Zhihan kept bringing some people here.

But it doesn’t matter.

So far, He Qing’s deployment in the Holy Sun Sect only has combat power above four Yuanshen.

Among them, Fang Zhihan, who has reached the level of Illusion Cultivator, is the leader, while the other three are just ordinary Yuanshen cultivators.

These forces are naturally huge in the outside world.

But it is still not good enough in the Holy Day Religion.

If he wants to completely seize part of the power of the Holy Sun Sect after hunting down the monk behind Zhao Wuji, he will need more support.

But there’s no rush.

After Zhao Wuji dies, he will naturally be able to receive some of the power.

Under Zhao Wuji’s command, there are three Dharma Masters.

However, these three Dharma-Appearance True Lords were not treated well by Zhao Wuji.

If they knew the truth, would they continue to follow the forces behind Zhao Wuji?
That is of course impossible.

He Qing was waiting in the yard.

After a while, Fang Zhihan came over.

This time she was not only alone, she also brought another person with her, who was also a Dharmakāya cultivator.

Moreover, this kind of Dharma image was not created by the Holy Sun Cult using the resources of the ancient small heaven.

But it is the result of one’s own practice.

“God’s messenger.” Fang Zhihan greeted He Qing first.

Even after breaking through the disillusionment, Fang Zhihan became even more respectful to He Qing.

As her cultivation level increased, she was able to understand just how close He Qing’s connection to the sun was.

That was a power that she could never reach even after she had achieved a breakthrough in her cultivation.

He Qing nodded.

“what happened?”

The woman next to Fang Zhihan was wearing clothes with Western characteristics.

She is not a woman from the Central Plains.

She had a pair of jewel-like clothes, a tall and delicate figure, her clothes exposed her navel, and her abdomen was flat and delicate with abdominal muscles.

She was covered in jingling jewelry and wore countless jewels.

“The person behind Zhao Wuji has awakened.” Fang Zhihan brought a piece of news that surprised He Qing.

This also means that He Qing should speed up.

The plan against Zhao Wuji should be faster.

“Elaborate.”

“The person behind Zhao Wuji is a spiritual general under the ancient sun god, known as the Flame Star Spirit General. He has the power to control the power of the stars. It should also be related to the sun, but I don’t know the details.”

“He just woke up and is very weak now. This Flame Star Spirit General seems to want to attack me.”

Fang Zhihan told the story in detail.

She looked at the foreign woman beside her again.

The woman bowed slightly to He Qing, then smiled and said, “I’m Rose.”

“The Holy Sun Church is already corrupt, and I came here to witness the real sun.”

He Qing nodded.

“If you want me to submit, you must show me strength that I admire. Otherwise, I will not recognize a weak leader as my leader.”

Rose’s words were very direct.

Fang Zhihan was talking.

“Ms. Rose came to us on her own initiative because she couldn’t stand the rules within the Holy Sun Church.”

“Well, no one can stand that kind of environment.” He Qing agreed deeply.

If it weren’t for the Elders’ Council’s ability to control the lives of every member of the Holy Day Cult.

If the concept of faith is not instilled in us from childhood.

If it is not brainwashing, if it is not restrained and controlled through various means.

Such a strange sect should have disappeared long ago.

“But do you want to witness my power?”

He Qing smiled.

“Then let me show you.”

He Qing didn’t use the rest of his strength, but drew out a sword.

The power that He Qing relies on most now is the power of the Prison-Suppressing Stele and the Dragon-Tiger Purple Gold Furnace.

Apart from that, there is his own power.

However, these forces are a bit of a waste to deal with a Dharma image.

In the days since the end of the Guangyuan Prefecture War, He Qing’s cultivation has also improved rapidly, and he has been growing at an extremely fast pace almost every day.

This kind of growth is not the conventional way of cultivation for monks.

It is more like the awakening of a hidden power.

After condensing the primordial spirit, the growth of this power is far beyond the past.

He Qing picked out a sword at random.

He happened to be in the Chunyang Realm practicing the swordsmanship of the Purple Dragon Sword Immortal.

It was not difficult for He Qing.

This kind of swordsmanship is considered top-notch even in the Qingxuan Realm, and is probably only inferior to the most advanced swordsmanship inheritances.

Rose watched with interest.

Her cat-eye-like pupils were sparkling with light.

Rose also practices the way of the sun, but her way of expression is different from that of ordinary suns.

That is the power of the soul.

She is better at using the power of the sun to burn on a spiritual level.

However, as soon as her power appeared on the spiritual level, she saw a huge figure standing tall, as if it was placed in the sea of ​​stars.

That was the shadow of He Qing’s soul.

He Qing’s soul is surrounded by a sea of ​​stars.

He Qing had just drawn out his sword when he saw a purple dragon shadow circling it. The dragon’s roar sounded like the sound of a sword, and it was about to attack.

Sweat was already seeping out of Rose’s face.

When she saw the huge phantom placed in the sea of ​​stars and surrounded by stars, she understood what kind of existence she was facing.

“I surrender.”

Rose breathed a sigh of relief.

He Qing also wanted to try out the strength of his new sword technique.

I didn’t expect Rose to kneel so quickly.

Afterwards, He Qing did the classic thing of letting Rose look at the sun, and then washed away the backdoor that the Holy Sun Cult had left on her.

“In the next few days, I will go to Yangling to find the location of the body of the Sun God. You must be ready at any time and send members of the Holy Sun Cult to go with you.”

He Qing ordered.

Fang Zhihan and Rose both looked at He Qing in confusion.

Fang Zhihan already knew that the Sun God was a counterfeit and it was using the name of the sun to do so.

She didn’t understand what He Qing wanted to do by finding the divine corpse.

Isn’t this boosting the arrogance of the Holy Day Cult?
If they really resurrected the Sun God, the world would be in turmoil again. (End of this chapter)