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Old grudges are settled, new grudges are made, the clouds and rain on the Sword Testing Peak are collected, Chapter 472: Eight Dou of Talents

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    Seven Killing Monuments, the combined power of the seven monuments is unparalleled.  Although the current divine monument is not the same as the seven monuments, the power of this last divine monument is the most astonishing. In short, it is better than the previous six divine monuments combined.  The soul-refining ancestor is no longer what he used to be, he is a heavenly figure.  However, he is not all an immortal. After all, he has never ascended and is still in the mortal world. His body has not been baptized. He has been subjected to the power of the divine monument in an extremely weak state. Even if he is an immortal, how can he withstand it?  Ling Sheng seemed to have expected this. He was holding the Shattering Void Fairy Sword with a calm expression and remained silent.  The Soul Refining Ancestor¡¯s back was hit by the divine monument, but his body remained unchanged. There was blood bleeding slightly from the corner of his mouth, his gray hair was fluttering slightly, and he was extremely calm.  But Wu Chi, who was performing the technique, was extremely frightened. He looked down at his hands, in disbelief. He did not dare to raise his head, and his eyes did not dare to touch the tattered back of the soul-refining ancestor.  He trembled slightly and looked at Ling Sheng with complicated eyes, filled with hatred and deep fear.  The black monkey sneered, obviously he had expected this.  The Soul Refining Ancestor could not look back and did not see Wu Chi's appearance. He just looked at Ling Sheng and Black Monkey, feeling slightly depressed.  Ling Sheng knew his doubts and said calmly: "The reason why you value this Wu Chi so highly is because he is stained with the aura of your original body." The soul-refining ancestor showed a somewhat surprised expression.  "The reason why he has the same aura as you is because of the scar I carved on his chest." When Ling Sheng's words came, Wu Chi's face had lost all color.  "The person who secretly did the trick was Li Taibai's true immortal attendant, that is, the frog. It secretly stained the sword with some immortal gold dust. It is said that it was the remnants of your body when you transformed.  "Ling Sheng said slowly: "At that time, Frog moved his hands and feet, but I was still low-level and didn't know about it. Later, when I became an immortal, Frog didn't tell me about it.  It was too heavy, so I didn¡¯t remember it until I saw him this time, and then I remembered what Frog said in the past. ¡°Perhaps even Frog never thought that this little person would be so respected by you.  With such methods, the frog never imagined that he would be like today." There were many sighs in Ling Sheng's words.  Wu Chi was originally a small person. In this chaotic world, he was like a short grass. He could not tell when he would be swept away by the wind and eaten by cattle and sheep.  No one thought that he would interact with the supreme Taoist ancestor of the world.  The original method was just a whim.  "It's like a seed that is thrown away casually. After a few years, when you look back, you find that it has grown vigorously and blossomed.  Wu Chi¡¯s face turned pale. He looked at the scars on his chest and trembled slightly.  Ling Sheng knew that he was puzzled and said slowly: "The reason why you are controlled by me is just because the scar is the talisman of the secret technique of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger." Wu Chi was struck by lightning.  "You may have other ideas behind leaving this scar. However, even if you are determined to remove this scar, you cannot remove the lines imprinted on the skin." Ling Sheng said: "Under the control of the frog, the tip of the sword pierced you  His skin and flesh were stained with immortal gold dust that could not be removed." Wu Chi collapsed on the ground.  Ling Sheng didn't look at him anymore, and turned to look at the Soul Refining Ancestor. He was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Originally, I just wanted to fight you to win or lose. Life or death depends on my own ability." "In this battle, I am obviously the winner.  "You wanted Wu Chi to kill me with the monument, but you never thought that he could be manipulated by me and you would suffer the backlash." Ling Sheng looked at him and said in a deep voice: "If you die.  It would be much better to fall under my sword than to suffer the consequences." The Soul Refining Ancestor looked downcast for a long time, and finally sighed: "That's it." As soon as he opened his mouth, he let out a sigh of relief.  That¡¯s a breath of anger.  When he spoke, the anger dissipated.  He has been killed by the divine monument, and he only relies on a mouthful of vitality and an immortal constitution to maintain this state.  When the life force dissipated, he turned into pieces all over the ground.  A soft sound.  The soul-refining ancestor is like porcelain, broken into pieces.  Whoops!  A ray of sword energy pierced the sky and penetrated the soul-refining ancestor¡¯s eyebrows. His eyes, whose light was dimming and dying, completely lost their luster.  "It's better to die by the sword." Ling Sheng sighed.  In the distance, Black Monkey shook his head. The soul-refining ancestor was originally dead, but Ling Sheng still forced himself to take a breath and penetrated the soul-refining ancestor's head with a sword before his consciousness disappeared.?, let the soul-refining ancestor die by the sword, not by the soul-refining ancestor's own magic weapon.  It is better to die by Ling Sheng's sword than to reap the consequences.  It¡¯s just that Ling Sheng had just recovered a little mana, but it was exhausted again.  ¡­ ¡­ Ling Sheng didn¡¯t know how much talent the soul-refining ancestor had.  But those many talents spread out like a torrent, like countless white waves, scattered in all directions.  "Go!" The black monkey threw an object, which was green in color.  That¡¯s Qingluan.  This bird spread its wings slightly and turned into the size of a human being, absorbing all the talent.  Among the overwhelming energy, there was something that penetrated Qingluan's head.  But Qingluan was not hurt, and instead his aura surged.  The God-given treasure that had been divided was finally completed.  And those talents also fell into Qingluan's body.  Qingluan opened his mouth and spat out, and all his talents fell on Ling Sheng.  The calamity star shattered, splitting into two thousand talents. ??????????????????????????? If the talents in the world are as much as one stone in total, then one talent is equivalent to one pigeon. Ling Sheng already has 1,600 talents in his body, which is as high as eight buckets in total.  There is one stone of Qi in the world, Ling Sheng has eight buckets, Su Bai has one bucket, and all the immortals in the world have one bucket. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Ling Sheng closed his eyes slightly.  The fairy light finally fell from the sky.  There are auspicious cranes coming to welcome you, goddesses scattering flowers, unicorns, ancestral dragons, phoenixes, basalts, and all kinds of exotic animals and birds. There are immortal kings greeting you, gods inviting you to drink, fairies dancing, and great immortals chatting and laughing.  All kinds of illusory scenes all fell next to Ling Sheng.  For a moment, Ling Sheng seemed to be in the fairy world, accompanying the immortals.  He closed his eyes slightly and felt like he was flying away.  But there are still endless connections between heaven and earth.  That¡¯s cause and effect.  All kinds of earthly causes and effects are like endless threads, dragging him in this world, unable to ascend and extremely stagnant.  When the autumn clouds in the ancient courtyard soared, they broke free from their restraints and left.  Ling Sheng put his fingers together and wanted to cut through the endless cause and effect and cut through all the ties.  However, as soon as he knitted his sword fingers, he trembled slightly.  How can it be better to eliminate the causes and effects of this mortal world than to untie the endless fate of this world?  The word cause and effect was originally impossible to clarify, but at this time, he had the foundation to clarify cause and effect.  There are 1,600 talents in the body, ready to be used.  It is only a high -fighting, and it will be divided into the world in the end.
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