What is the experience of simulating a fairy?

Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Tongtian Cult Leader were all once disciples of Patriarch Hongjun.

Therefore, Laojun is Ran Deng’s uncle.

He recognized the image of this Taoist ancestor at a glance, and his expression became extremely solemn:

"Uncle.

"How could you be involved in something like this?"

He is confused now:

First of all, as a saint, why would Daozu participate in a battle of this level? Isn't he afraid of attracting the two saints of the Great Leiyin Temple and causing chaos in the world?

Secondly,

This junior brother is obviously a disciple of the Chan Cult.

Although Taoism and Chanjiao have always been friendly, if they really start to take action, Master Yuanshi should be the first to arrive, right?

call--

Ran Deng breathed a long sigh of relief and tried to calm down:

"There is no message from the Great Leiyin Temple to me. It seems that the Second Saint does not want to participate.

"and

"This virtual image seems to be just a projection of power."

Junior brother, let me see if you can control the power given by your uncle, right?

The power of a saint cannot be used casually. If you are not careful, it will be backlashed and eventually you will be destroyed in body and spirit.

At this time, Shen Lue clenched his teeth.

He tried to integrate himself into the shadow of Taishang Laojun's power.

"hiss--"

The moment the phantom possessed him, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his limbs, as if he had been thrown into a blender and crushed crazily.

"Purple ribbon clothes!"

"Apricot flag!"

Two treasures that increased his physical attack resistance and spell attack resistance appeared at the same time, firmly protecting him inside, and he could barely resist.

Fusion!

After some hard work, Shen Lue's body was finally completely submerged into the virtual image of Dao Ancestor.

"fine.

"Laojun just left some strength to monitor me at the beginning, and he probably didn't pay much attention to it. Under the wear and tear of the sealing circle in the recent period, he no longer has any sense of autonomy."

Otherwise, such hasty integration would be really dangerous.

If you don't pay attention, you may be taken away.

Ran Deng opens his Dharma Eyes and sees through many obstacles the hidden meaning inside the virtual image:

"Purple ribbon fairy clothes, Wuji apricot yellow flag.

"I didn't expect that Master would even hand over such a precious treasure to you. It's true that the new man is better than the old man."

With these two treasures, controlling the power of a saint is no longer a pipe dream.

The seal on his forehead lights up again:

"In that case, let this poor monk see it.

"How much power does a saint have?"

In fact, since Ran Deng attained Taoism, he has never fought against a saint.

After all, there are only six saints in heaven and earth.

Only in the Conferred God War that year, he used Dinghaizhu to plot against the leader of Tongtian Cult, but that was just a dirty trick and not a head-on confrontation.

So strictly speaking, today was the first time he truly faced the power of a saint.

Ding!

The vulture glazed lamp appeared again.

Obviously, facing the power from Taishang Laojun, Ran Deng is also ready to go all out.

In mid-air, Shen Lue controlled the palm of the virtual image and patted it towards the burning lamp.

Die to me!

Rumble——

The roar sounded, everything around shook violently, and the remaining mountains and rivers in the Wanli Rivers and Mountains completely evaporated.

The giant golden palm pressed down like a mountain.

Facing Shen Lue's tough offensive, the flames of the glass cup jumped out and turned into a flaming Zen staff that stretched across the sky in the blink of an eye.

KUANG! ! !

When the two collided, a huge shock wave enveloped the golden light and sea of ​​fire, spreading to every corner of the Wanli River and Mountain Map.

At this point, this treasure that had been transformed by Taishang Laojun was officially scrapped.

All that remains is a crumbling frame.

Fortunately, this battle took place in the "Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". If it had been in the outside world, I am afraid that the entire Suzhou and Hangzhou would have suffered and all lives would have been devastated.

When Shen Lue pressed the flame Zen staff, he couldn't help but wonder:

"Eh?

"Randeng's attack seems not as strong as expected."

No, that's not right.

He quickly reacted:

It's not that the burning lamp is too weak, because under normal circumstances he has no ability to block the Zen staff released by the glass lamp.

It can even pierce his body through the purple ribbon and apricot-yellow flag.

It’s Taishang Laojun who is too strong!

Even a tiny bit of power from this Dao Ancestor can suppress Ran Deng.

The gap between saints and quasi-sages is so exaggerated!

"Let's see if we can break this old guy."

Shen Lue turned the pressure into a grip, quickly closed his palms, and grasped the two ends of the flame Zen staff.

Click——

He exerted a little force, and a cracking sound was heard.

The flame Zen staff actually broke into two halves, disintegrating into a pile of sparks flying everywhere.

Ran Deng was just about to launch an offensive when he was shocked by this scene:

"this!"

how so?

Although this attack was a little hasty, the fact that it was resolved so easily only shows that the strength gap between the two sides is really too big.

To be more precise, the gap between him and Taishang Laojun is too big.

Ran Deng's eyes were a little confused and lost:

"Does the power of a saint end up like this?"

The Holy Realm is the realm he has pursued all his life, otherwise he would not have to bear the infamy and slander from all over the world and resolutely betray the Chan Cult.

But it wasn't until he became a quasi-sage that he realized that the holy throne was a limited resource within and outside the Three Realms.

There are only six spots in total.

It's now full.

——This is the iron law of nature. No one can violate it without knowing the reason.

But as for the holy throne, many immortals who conduct theoretical research have deduced that there is a hidden holy throne in this world, which is the seventh holy throne.

The most popular statement is:

The seventh holy position is hidden in the five innate elements.

By collecting and controlling them, reopening the world, and creating more suitable laws of order, you can ascend to the seventh saint with this great merit.

Daleiyin Temple has obtained the innate water and innate gold in the past two thousand years of planning.

And Sakyamuni and Maitreya have already become saints.

Once the five innate elements are gathered together, the holy throne will definitely belong to him, the third-in-command of the Western Heaven forces.

This is also the reason why Ran Deng is keen on the innate land.

"No, I can't leave empty-handed."

Ran Deng's old brows and eyes regained their vitality, and even had a hint of fanaticism:

“I have been chasing the holy throne for many years.

"No matter what, we can't fall short today!"

Unknowingly, he had committed "greed, anger, and ignorance," the biggest taboo in immortal cultivation.

But this negative emotion forced him to calm down:

Shen Lue's strength is definitely no greater than Daluo Jinxian, and he simply cannot control the power given by the saint for a long time.

“I just have to hold on through the early offensive.

"When he runs out of energy, Hou Tusi Nan will still be my cyst."

Thinking of this, Ran Deng quickly turned from offense to defense:

"receive!"

The vast magic power retreated back, casting layers of barriers around him, forming a golden city soup pool in an instant.

He was prepared to fight to the end.

Shen Lue in the sky planned to defeat the next wave of offensive, but unexpectedly Ran Deng suddenly changed his strategy.

"You actually stopped attacking?"

He controlled the virtual image of Dao Ancestor to make a fist and hit the copper wall below heavily.

KUANG——

The city wall trembled slightly, and there were a few cracks, but Bi Ran Deng quickly repaired them.

"The turtle shell is quite hard."

boom! boom! boom!

Shen Lue punched again.

"Hiss~

"Something's wrong."

After a while, he was forced to withdraw his fist. Although Ran Deng's defense was riddled with holes, he also had problems himself.

Shen Lue felt a tearing pain coming from inside his body.

"It's the backlash of Dao Ancestor's power!"

If this continues, Ran Deng might still be safe and sound.

He himself died first.

“A bit troublesome”