At the moment when Shen Yi brought out the golden body, the situation in the field had already changed.

  Even if the Golden Body is only seven feet tall, it still cannot be considered a complete Nirvana Realm.

  But he is also the only "normal" Jindan cultivator in the Daqian Dynasty now.

  Before Lao Zu's injury recovers.

  It's no exaggeration to say that Shen Yi is now the helmsman of this broken ship called Wu Miao.

  The reason for Zhuo Ju's surprise is right here.

  The younger brother revealed his true cultivation, which also means that the other party has formally decided to stand out and resist.

  For a cultivator of the Immortal Realm, before their realm is thoroughly stabilized, preserving oneself is undoubtedly the most important thing.

  Other things can be tolerated temporarily.

  For example, the lives of these Hunyuan Sect masters.

  “……”

  At this point, Zhuo Ju looked at the young man beside him with a surge of emotion in his eyes.

  While being naturally astonishing, he also has such a sense of responsibility.

  Younger brother not only did not disappoint Xiao Wu's trust, but also more reliable than others expected.

  However.

  Xiao Wu subconsciously let his junior brother put away the Golden Body, this action was clearly not intending to accept his junior brother's kindness, hoping that he could continue to cultivate until he truly became a giant who could intimidate all directions.

  "Go back quickly, I want to be alone for a while."

  Wu Dao'an seemed a bit distracted and hurried Shen Yi to leave Wu Miao.

  Perhaps it was because Brother Zhu had released the golden light first, laying down a certain foundation, and only then did he see that golden body, which is why he didn't faint on the spot just now.

  Now that I think about it carefully, what I feel in my heart is more like horror than surprise.

  The temple on top and below, including oneself, is a pile of old things, eating the vast incense and wishes, wasting long years, what role did it play in the end?

  If it were possible to give these things to Shen Yi a hundred years earlier.

  It's possible that the Wu Temple has now built a grand hall on top of Qianyou Cave.

  Shen Yi and Zhu Ke glanced at the silly old man, shook their heads, picked up the wooden box on the ground, and left the main hall together.

  No one mentioned the deaths of these two Huayuan Sect masters again.

  It's all just empty talk before having enough strength.

  "Hmm."

  Only Wu Daoan was left in the temple.

  He slowly walked to the old ancestor's feet, looked up at the other's angry and round-eyed but expressionless face, hesitated for a moment, wiped the offering table on both sides with his sleeve, and then tried to climb to the left side to sit cross-legged.

  After feeling it a bit, I think the tone is icy and stiff, and it doesn't seem to have much meaning.

  He opened his mouth and let out a silent laugh.

  Although Shen Yi is still not enough to truly change anything now, he has added a glimmer of hope to Wu Dao An's heart.

  It won't be long before Daqian Dynasty can finally stand on its own without relying on Xianmen to guard the nine provinces.

  The Xuanmen cultivators who grew up here no longer need to go to Xuanguang Cave as scouts, as if they were born inferior.

  ……

  Wu Miao Jia Yuan

  Shen Yi bid farewell to Zhu Shixiong, who was now at a critical juncture in breaking through and no longer needed anyone's help.

  Returned alone to the courtyard.

  Habitually closing the door.

  Shen Yi sat back on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes and recalled the remains of Dao Yin he had just seen.

  One of them was almost indistinguishable from a living person, while the other one was slightly different, with only a spiritual root at the heart.

  Upper Boundary Mixture and Middle Boundary Mixture?

  Anyone of them could easily solve the Qingzhou demon trouble, but it was a silent fall.

  It seems that the situation outside is more dangerous than I thought.

  About to leave Daqian, need to make sufficient preparations.

  Shen Yi opened his eyes and no longer felt heartache for the demon's lifespan.

  Directly condensed into a demon's origin.

  Remaining years of demonic life: 14,312 years

  The moment when the mind touches the origin, a large pile of strange and weird demon remnants reappear in sight.

  Shen Yi soon found the fragmented white dragon that had been split apart.

  The next moment, the demon soul began to condense.

  Shen Yi's mind began to echo with a familiar wail, only this time it had turned into a dragon's roar.

  As time slowly passes by.

  A white dragon's shadow, shrunk many times smaller, gradually solidified, about three zhang long, coiled around its body suspended inside the house.

  His eyes were filled with awe: "Bai Long pays his respects to your master!"

  "Write down everything you know about the demon and the hermit's cave, as well as the heavenly treasures." Shen Yi didn't mean to be polite.

  "Reporting back to my master, the White Dragon has been accustomed to living alone for nearly a thousand years and only knew one Qingqiu Fox Spirit, who was already beheaded by my master. The heavenly treasure had a Silver Moon Cold Lotus, which was stolen by a shameless female thief..."

  Good fellow, there are two demon souls condensed together.

  An otaku girl and an otaku dragon.

  Shen Yi silently waved his hand and directly stored it into the panel.

  Hunyuan (Zhen): White Dragon Demon King

  It's no wonder that the Demon King, who is comparable to the Extreme Boundary Mixed Yuan Sect Master, has a 10,000-year-old Qinghua Lady and a 20,000-year-old one.

  Shen Yi's mood improved slightly, and she took out the temple's golden booklet and placed it in her palm.

  Immediately mobilize the demon's life force, pouring it into the golden body of the Arhat.

  According to his speculation, if he can subdue the miscellaneous thoughts into the blue flower's divine soul, then other demonic souls should also be possible.

  Is such a large golden body unable to accommodate two demons?

  However, the prompt on the panel next made Shen Yi frown slowly.

  In the first year, you continue to digest the incense and willpower, refining it into golden awns. The complicated thoughts surge up in your mind again, and you suddenly recall the past sufferings, subconsciously calling out Qinghua and Baidragon, hoping to recreate the magic formula.

  In the tenth year, with Qing Hua's help, you both began to try to forcibly suppress the miscellaneous thoughts into the White Dragon God Soul, but unfortunately, the progress was not smooth. At first, Qing Hua Furen was able to merge with the Yin God because of her connection with it, but the White Dragon had no connection with the Golden Body of the Yin God, and you both were thinking about how to put it into the Golden Body.

  In the thirty-sixth year, you proposed a suggestion to directly imitate the way of Xianyao Jiuxian, and put Bailong into a golden body. Qinghua seemed to be thinking deeply, trying to transform the golden body into a large prison.

  In the 890th year, your thoughts will gradually turn into actions, and the Arhat Golden Body Dharma will undergo a strange transformation.

  In the year seventeen hundred, the Green Flower Lady forcibly took Baidi Long into custody, with you closely following behind, re-absorbing the incense and fire willpower, and suppressing miscellaneous thoughts into Baidi Long's body.

  No, how did the Golden Body Technique become a demonic martial art?

  Shen Yi looked at the panel with an odd expression.

  As if verifying his idea, two more hints immediately emerged.

  Acquired: Divine Transformation (Zhen). Golden Body Suppressing Prison Law Seal

  With his golden body as an endless demon prison, suppressing all demons under heaven

  The battle became increasingly smooth, and the demon's lifespan disappeared like flowing water. The vast white fog also thinned out at a visible speed to the naked eye.

  The Golden Body Enters Prison Gate

  The work method has made a breakthrough, but the movement is still not stopped.

  Until one-fifth of the incense and wishes of the entire Daqian Dynasty were swallowed up, a full 70% was gone.

  The remaining tens of thousands of years of demonic lifespan were directly cleared.

  Shen Yi fell silent, and strode out of the door, calling out Hong Yun, her figure flashing across the sky.

  Just now, the words about White Dragon on the panel disappeared.

  (End of chapter)