Supreme God Emperor

Chapter 1792: Eighty-one impressions

The gate of the altar slowly closed, and Mu Yun's figure disappeared on the altar.

Zhuo Yuanhang was overjoyed at this moment.

"His Royal Highness is back, really back..."

Zhuo Yuanhang muttered to himself: "The patriarch said that it was true that the emperor of the nine lives is destined to unify the God Realm. His Royal Highness will not die, and the shepherd, recovery is hopeful!"

At this moment, Mu Yun came to the bottom of the altar, and a tyrannical blood rushed directly towards him at this moment.

This is a completely different state from when he saw his left and right hands.

Mu Yun entered the altar and looked at the center of the altar. At this moment, a piece of flesh and blood about the size of a thumb stood quietly on a rock in the center.

Even because the flesh and blood has been on the stone for too long, the stone has become crimson at this moment.

Mu Yun approached the small piece of flesh and blood, and his breathing suddenly stagnated.

Too strong.

A strong breath of flesh and blood hit his body.

The rumbling voice sounded, and the blood exploded at this moment, a completely different breath, making Mu Yun feel that his body was full.

He gently waved his palm.

Om...

Suddenly, the flesh and blood flew directly on his hand at this moment.

At this moment, his body was suddenly filled with a breath of flesh and blood.

Om...

Mu Yun stood there, only feeling that his head was about to explode at this moment.

An unmatched breath of flesh and blood poured directly into his body.

"this……"

Mu Yun was also at a loss at this moment.

Normally speaking, this piece of flesh and blood should be the same as one's left and right hands, blending into one's own body, but at this moment, this piece of flesh and blood is directly rushing into one's flesh and blood, forcibly fusing with one's own body.

For an instant, Mu Yun felt the strength in his body constantly filling up.

The frenzied breath spread out one after another, and his body, the power that was constantly violent, was layered on top of each other.

Under the superposition of these forces, his body is being expanded at this moment, every thread, every inch.

Boom...

The dull voice suddenly spread, and his abdomen swelled as if a package was directly bulging out.

"The physical body has reached its limit, unable to absorb this flesh and blood power, now I can only be promoted and let my body absorb this flesh and blood breath."

Thinking of this, Mu Yun immediately sat down and guided his divine power to impact his own imprint of the source of God.

At this moment, a magical scene appeared.

In that piece of flesh and blood, there was actually a phantom imprint, which directly rushed into Mu Yun's body.

Originally, the nine imprints in the source of God had increased eightfold at this moment, turning into ninety-nine and eighty-one imprints.

Looking closely at these ninety-nine and eighty-one impressions, under one of the enlarged impressions, there is a subtle impression.

In this way, under the nine larger prints, there are eight small prints each.

Nine big impressions, eight small impressions!

There was a strange feeling in Mu Yun's heart.

But at this moment, looking inside his **** source, Mu Yun found that the nine marks were all fulfilled.

He stepped into the realm of true **** Dzogchen.

Not only that, the power contained in that piece of flesh and blood has greatly enhanced his body's blood, veins, bones, and soul consciousness.

They all reach the top level of the True God Dzogchen.

This feeling is extremely comfortable.

"It's like swallowing heaven and earth magic medicine..."

Mu Yun couldn't help but exhale at this moment.

It's just a small piece of flesh and blood from his previous life, fused into the body, and the power that spreads autonomously is so powerful.

No wonder, after his death, his soul consciousness dissipated, and his flesh and blood were still so respected and respected by the people in the God Realm.

"Comfortable power, this is the real realm improvement!"

Mu Yun's hands were inspiring, and he only felt the fluctuations of strength everywhere in his body.

Looking ahead, Mu Yun suddenly discovered that a passage was spreading.

It must be Zhuo Yuanhang who set up here and stayed here, but he doesn't know where it leads to.

Entering the passage, about to advance for a short time, a ray of light suddenly appeared in front of Mu Yun's eyes.

His figure appeared outside the Sword God Sect.

Looking up, the pavilions and towers erected by the Sword God Sect were in the distance.

This is at the foot of a barren mountain outside the Sword God Sect.

Mu Yun turned around and looked around at this moment, but found that there was no passage at all.

But the palm of his hand sticks out, but he touches the passage easily.

"It looks like a virtual array!"

Mu Yun looked at the front and exhaled.

"I stayed in there for seven or eight days. Although I almost died, it was not bad to reach the realm of True God Dzogchen!"

Mu Yun looked at the rock on the mountain peak, and a killing machine appeared in his eyes.

"Luohe, titled disciple?"

"Zhuo Jianyi, Yan Yimiao, harm me Xuantianshi?"

"These accounts, take notes one by one, in the next time, you...repay them one by one!"

After the words fell, Mu Yun's figure disappeared in a flash.

...

Sword God Sect, Wai Sect!

In Xie Qing's courtyard, Zhao Yanming, Mu Bufan, and Lu Yuxue were all present.

"I can't wait!"

Xie Qing couldn't help but yelled: "Whether the wolf cub is dead or not, I'm going to find that Luohe now, Nina, and deal with my brother, I must kill him!"

"Thank you brother!"

Zhao Yanming discouraged him at this moment: "The Lord Mu Yun is not dead. I signed my Zhao clan secret technique contract with him. If he dies, I won't be able to survive. Think about it. Dead, none of them died, did they?"

"I didn't die, but this time, it's been seven or eight days. I should come back if I didn't die, didn't I?"

Xie Qing hummed: "I can't bear this tone. That Luohe brat, just because Xi Xing'er is kind to wolf cubs, he wants to kill and is also a titled disciple? This eye is smaller than the eye of a needle!"

"Thank you brother!"

Zhao Yanming tried to persuade him: "Even if you go to slaughter Luohe now, you still...can kill it!"

"Who said I can't kill it?"

Xie Qing shouted: "It's just a mere disciple of the gods. Lao Tzu fights to the death, it might not be impossible to kill him."

"Ha ha……"

Xie Qing's words fell, and a loud laughter suddenly sounded outside the courtyard.

"This may be the biggest joke I have heard in my life, Rao Hong!"

The courtyard door was kicked open, and a figure strode directly.

Behind that figure, two figures walked out at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, a few figures stepped into the hospital step by step.

Seeing how unkind the people came, Xie Qing sneered: "Is it to boast about going to Haikou, what does it have to do with your stubborn grandchildren? I always talk like this. I'm not convinced, come and **** me?"

"Don't be ashamed!"

The head man, with his hands behind his back, looked proud, and said: "I heard, what kind of youth league do you guys form? I am Rao Hong of the Zhanmeng. Tell you, the name of the alliance, now, in the entire Sword God Sect, there is only Four!"

"Your alliance, starting today, revoke!"

Rao Hong?

Rao Hong, ranked eighth on the Earth Spirit Ranking, is a high-level disciple of the Outer Sect of the War League!

"Cancel?"

Xie Qing scolded: "Today, let alone Lao Tzu did not establish the Youth League, you say that this Youth League really exists. Now, I am the leader, Xie Qing, the leader of the Youth League, Mu Bufan, Zhao Yanming, Lu Yuxue The three are the deputy leaders!"

"I see, who has the ability to disband my Youth League!"

"What a big tone!"

Rao Hong scolded.

"Brother Rao Hong!"

The young man on the left smiled lightly: "I will deal with such a small role!"

"Okay, Di Tianming, don't kill anyone!"

"Don't worry, Brother Rao Hong, I know how important it is!"

Then Di Tianming came up, looked at Xie Qing, and said with a smile: "The Youth League? One leader and three deputy leaders? It's really a big air, isn't Xie Qing? I heard that you are following Mu Yun. Yaowu, arrogant and domineering, today, the thirteenth Di Tianming of our spirit list, come to learn!"

"Teach you a look!"

Xie Qing was furious at the moment, and the anger that had been held back in the past few days had all erupted at this moment.

"Ying Long Palm!"

Xie Qing shot directly with a palm, like a dragon and a tiger pounce, immediately grabbing Di Tianming.

"It's a bit of a posture!"

Di Tianming stepped out and slapped directly with a palm, directly out of the majestic breath.

Boom...

The two figures collided with a bang, and suddenly sounded, Di Tianming's scream, at this moment, the whole person's arm directly turned into a piece of meat and burst open.

At this moment, everyone turned out to have an illusion.

Xie Qing's palm really seemed to have become a dragon's claw, and he grabbed Di Tianming and scrapped it!

"Tianming!"

Seeing this scene, Rao Hong's face was cold.

"Xie Qing, you are looking for death, toasting and not eating fine wine, offending my war alliance, you are in the Sword God Sect, can you still be mixed?"

"I can't get mixed up, I can't get mixed up, if the wolf cub doesn't come back, I will kill the entire Sword God Sect sooner or later!"

Xie Qing shouted.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You are so hostile. I feel your disgusting stench all the way away. I don't know. Do you think you are a dragon?"

At this moment, on the courtyard wall, a joking voice suddenly sounded.

On the wall of the courtyard, there was a figure sitting in an ink-colored gown, slanted hair covering the eyebrows, a touch of brown eyes, and a dreadful gaze...

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a trace of evil appeared at this moment.

"Mu Yun!"

"Wolf!"

"Brother Mu!"

Suddenly, several people in the courtyard were shocked.

When Rao Hong saw this scene, he was already blind and stared wide.

"You...didn't die?"

Rao Hong said in amazement: "Impossible, impossible, none of the disciples who entered the Sword Burial Tomb can survive!"

"Then I am not a living person!"

Mu Yun shook his neck and said with a smile: "I am... a life-desiring evil spirit!"

Mu Yun's words fell, and the figure swept away, jumped directly off the wall, waved with one hand, and directly pinched Di Tianming's other arm with the broken arm.

"Di Tianming, the thirteenth place spirit list, seems very mighty?"

Click...

Mu Yun's palm was gently pressed, and he squeezed it down with one hand.

"what……"

At this moment, Di Tianming yelled directly, his eyes almost staring out.