He entered the blazing sun and began to cultivate.
Su Jing had gone into seclusion.
All the little Golden Crow that he needed to take care of were kept in his Grotto-Heaven to cultivate on their own. The important Spirit Inquiring Specter took care of Elder Jin. Su Jing forcefully opened his Ancestral Aperture and took it into the Primordial Fire Spirit Platform.
This was a heavy technique. First, opening the Ancestral Aperture to set the Spirit Platform and condensing the Dharma Root of nothingness into a tangible space. It was not easy to use this technique even with Su Jing's cultivation. Second, the Spirit Platform was the collection of thoughts and the root of the soul. It was the most vital part of an immortal's body. If an outsider were to be taken in and this person rebelled, Su Jing would definitely die.
But the benefits of doing this were also very obvious. It was very beneficial to Elder Jin's cultivation. The little Golden Crow could cultivate and grow together with Su Jing!
Tian Zhi Yang Po had specially taken care of this child. How could Su Jing neglect him?
The true meaning of seclusion was Ding Ding Tian Zhao Pass.
The five senses are sealed, and the body is like a precious cauldron. Even if the fire burns and oil, it will not move at all. Spirit Heart Yuan Zhao, even if there are thousands of spiritual thoughts, there is not the slightest bit of true wisdom. The heart is empty, but the wisdom is only in the matter of cultivation!
Lie Xiaoer stood guard in the blazing sun with the celestial bell. Unless Su Jing's cultivation was complete and he broke through, only the celestial bell in Lie Xiaoer's hand could summon him back.
The bell was carefully put away by Lie Xiao Er. Lie Xiao Er knew very well what kind of situation was important enough to wake Su Jing up, and what kind of insignificant things should not disturb Su Jing …
There was no sun or moon in Ding Ding Ding Tian Zhao Pass. Another six hundred years passed.
A full ten, sixty years.
The universe was peaceful. Nothing happened in the immortal world. The rise and fall of royalty in the mortal world and the reincarnation of ten generations of mortals was just a blink of an eye. Everything was peaceful and well.
Perhaps because it was too peaceful, there was an extremely faint and sweet smell in the universe. As long as one carefully sensed it, they would be able to smell it. Ordinary immortals would feel that this smell was very comfortable, but when Tian Zhi and Yang Po smelled it, this sweet smell … was extremely similar to the smell of blood!
Tian Zhi's Yang Po's situation was terrible.
The blood that was supposed to be flowing inside his body was now "dancing" outside his body. It was really dancing. Millions of drops of blood seemed to have intelligence as they gently floated around Yang Po's body, gently circling around him. The Golden Crow's blood was also golden red like the sunlight. From afar, the drops of blood looked like fireflies. What a beautiful scene.
The "firefly" was very beautiful, but the Golden Crow was extremely ugly. Yang Po's body had become withered and dry, and his originally bright and plump feathers had lost their luster. The skin under his feathers was so pale that it was almost transparent, and Yang Po's eyes were extremely turbid … The originally clear spring had turned into stinking stagnant water, but it had not completely dried up. What would that puddle of water look like? Just look at Yang Po's eyes.
However, if someone dared to get close to Yang Po and carefully observe his eyes, they would soon discover that there was actually a trace of a smile in those turbid, ugly, and even rotten black eyes.
Yang Po was smiling. In the past ten cycles of sixty years, he had reversed his meridians and blood vessels, constantly suffering from the pain of purgatory. A whole six hundred years of pain was enough to make countless Upper Immortals fall and millions of worlds turn into ashes. But Yang Po endured it, persevered, and finally completed his magic. All the blood that was dancing outside his body was his curse, the last and most vicious curse of the Shen Ya Zhi General in this life!
A curse that was vicious to himself and even more vicious to his enemies.
Slowly and slowly, Yang Po spat out a mouthful of turbid air and raised his head to look forward. He was so weak that even the small movement of "raising his head" was abnormally strenuous.
In front of him, the Shen Ya Zhi Generals and the three thousand Golden Crow were all there. Some were sitting, some were standing, some were holding wine jars and drinking, some were talking and laughing loudly with their arms around each other's shoulders, and some were in a circle … playing cricket and gambling.
It was a messy group of fellows.
The almost earth-shattering noise suddenly dispersed the moment Yang Po raised his head. All the big Golden Crow stopped talking and laughed, and everyone looked up at Yang Po.
Yang Tunzao sat in front of the jar of crickets, holding a straw needle that was used to chase the crickets away. He asked Yang Po, "Is it done?"
"It's done."
"Is it done after this round?"
"Yes."
With a roar, it was chaos again. The Golden Crows continued to rebel, drinking, laughing, and fighting crickets …
How much time would it take to fight a round of crickets? The time taken to drink a cup of tea was incredible.
To the powerful Golden Crow, what meaning did time have? Time had no meaning because their lifespan was so long that it could not be calculated at all. It could only be described as "eternal" or "infinite".
What did it mean that time had no meaning? No meaning meant that there was no measurement. Without the measurement of time, the time taken to drink a cup of tea was a lifetime, and thousands of years were not more than the time taken to drink a cup of tea.
A round of crickets needed the time taken to drink a cup of tea, and a round of crickets needed the lifetime of all the big Golden Crow present at that moment.
Soon, the crickets finished their fight, and Yang Tunzao won.
The starry sky that was bustling for the time taken to drink a cup of tea fell silent again. Yang Tunzao stood up, casually grabbed the shoulder of a big Golden Crow beside him, and walked towards Heaven's Will Yang Po, who was covered in blood.
The Big Golden Crow, who was being hugged by Yang Tuzao, stretched out its other wing and hugged another member of the same race. That member of the same race did the same, and the Big Golden Crow also hugged someone else … Just like that, one after another, it was an indescribably strange and chaotic scene.
It was normal for two or three people to have their arms around each other's shoulders, and it could be seen everywhere in the mortal world. But what kind of scene would it be when more than 3,000 big Golden Crows were hugging each other?
"Come on." The killer Yang Tunzao knew what was going to happen. Very good, he had been waiting for a long time.
Yang Tuzao was like this, and so were all the other big Golden Crows. They had been waiting for a long time.
Yang Po wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He was Heaven's Will Yang Po, and for the first time in his life, he had a stomach full of words, but he couldn't say them. After a moment of daze, he could only say, "I'm sorry."
Heaven's Will Will, the main race, Zhong Xuan, looked at qi, divined Yin and Yang, and analyzed fortune and misfortune. His duty was to lead the whole race to seek fortune and avoid calamity. No matter what the reason was, it was his responsibility to cause the Golden Crow to meet with a great calamity. He had failed in his duty, so he said sorry.
Yang Po had failed in his duty … It was only Yang Po who thought so, but what if there was no Yang Po? The Golden Crow's bloodline did not always have a Heaven's Will Will Will. If there was no Heaven's Will Will the other Golden Crows not need to live?
With the Heaven's Will Will Will, everyone could live more steadily. In the past, the Golden Crow did not care about the struggles of the Immortals. They had seen countless fights between Immortals and Demons, the rise and fall of countless altars, and had seen the entire universe. No matter how strong a Immortal or Demon was, it was impossible for them to conquer the world … This was a simple logic that the Golden Crows had long understood.
If there was no Yang Po, the calamity would still come, and no one would be able to escape. If that was the case, what did the calamity have to do with Yang Po?
On the contrary, because of Yang Po, when the calamity was irreversible, he found another method, a counterattack method that the big Golden Crow could not help but laugh and applaud! Therefore, Yang Tunzao shook his head and replied, "Thank you."
"Thank you." All the Golden Crows said the same thing.
Yang Po did not know whether he should accept their gratitude or not. Since he did not know, he did not think too much about it. He nodded to his clansmen in front of him and said, "Let's begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, the countless golden-red blood droplets that were fluttering around Yang Po's body suddenly became ferocious. The droplets collided with each other and fused together, instantly transforming into long feathered arrows that shot forward … towards the three thousand large Golden Crows in front of Yang Po!
The blood arrows were sharp, and the blood swords were like lightning. The tips of the arrows were aimed at the heart of the Golden Crow.
Kill! Yang Po personally killed all the Golden Crows on the scene … All the Golden Crows on the scene. Yang Po was one of them, and he was no exception. A blood arrow shot out from his side. After spinning in a sharp arc, the blood arrow shot towards Yang Po's heart.
This was the most powerful and ferocious spell that Yang Po had ever cast in his entire life. But in the midst of this spell, he suddenly became absent-minded. When the blood arrow was about to pierce through his chest, Yang Po turned his head and looked towards the west.
He was Heaven's Awareness Yang Po, the sacred beast with the strongest Xuanming sense in the Golden Crow clan. He looked towards the west because the Corpse Collector Jiao Yang was there. Yang Po sensed that his clansmen there had made a major breakthrough.
Not only the Divine Crow Yang Po.
In the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, the Gautama Buddha who was sitting cross-legged on the peak of Spirited Mountain suddenly opened his eyes.
On the nameless star rock in the southwest, the Yama God who was smiling and chatting with a skinny but unusually ugly red-robed evil spirit suddenly stopped talking. The God God's pupils shrank slightly and he laughed along with the old man.
There was also the Taoist Priests. On the way, he had just passed by a budding mortal world. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the ocean of the mortal world into his hand. The mortal world was boundless and there was a shallow pool of water in his palm. Just as he was about to check if there were any fish in the sea, his hand suddenly trembled. The Taoist Priests raised their heads … At this moment, all the powerful beings in the Immortal Heaven looked in the direction of the Corpse Collector Jiao Yang!
Flames surged and raged. The Blazing Sun God Qi spread in all directions. The Corpse Collector's Golden Wheel that had quietly hung in the Western Immortal Heaven for countless years suddenly expanded. In the first breath, the Jiao Yang expanded by 30%. In the second breath, the Jiao Yang expanded by three times … In the tenth breath, the Corpse Collector Jiao Yang had expanded by 300 times!
The Life General Jin Liangliang, who had been watching out for Su Jing these past few years, turned pale with fright. She could feel the violent aura of the Corpse Collector Jiao Yang, but she couldn't tell if the situation before her eyes was a result of refinement or destruction. If it was refinement, how could it be so violent? If it was destruction, she didn't dare to imagine the consequences.
But no matter how anxious she was, Jin Liangliang couldn't get close to check. Not only could she not get close, she had to retreat hurriedly with her Life General Divine Sun.
Life and death couldn't exist side by side. When the Corpse Collector Jiao Yang expanded, Jin Liangliang could only retreat again and again.
Fortunately, after ten breaths, the violent aura from the West calmed down. The Corpse Collector Jiao Yang, who had expanded by 300 times, also stopped its crazy expansion and began to slowly shrink.
In the time it took to burn a stick of incense, the Corpse Collector Jiao Yang returned to his original state … the thousandth cut!
After six hundred years of refinement, he had finally reached perfection! He had subdued all the Divine Weapons from the previous Slaughter Generals, turning them into Su Jing's personal weapon. He had completely mastered the Death of a Thousand Blades, which he had created from the Scarlet Demonic Ape and passed down from the Divine Crow Slaughter General.
When he had mastered the 990th cut, everything was still calm. The Corpse Collector Jiao Yang was stable, and the Hundred Miles Blazing Sun, where Su Jing was cultivating, was quiet.
There were only 990 cuts recorded in the manual for the Death of a Thousand Blades. The last ten cuts were "born from the person and formed in accordance with the situation". Although they weren't in the manual, they were the profoundness and essence of the entire set of Killing techniques.
Let's put it this way. Without the last ten cuts, the Death of a Thousand Blades could only be considered a first-grade battle of magical powers. After mastering it completely, an immortal's battle prowess would increase tremendously, but it would only make them slightly more capable of fighting. The last ten cuts were a transformation from technique to technique, from killing to Dao … Without the last ten cuts, the Death of a Thousand Blades was still the Death of a Thousand Blades; with the last ten cuts, the Death of a Thousand Blades was the Death of a Thousand Blades!
Not long ago, when he had mastered the 990th cut, Su Jing sat quietly and regulated his breathing for a while. When his breathing stabilized, he leaped up and performed the 990th cut from the beginning. The 990th cut landed in an instant, and when the first cut landed, the next cut reappeared. There was no need for him to deliberate or deliberate. The last ten cuts formed a natural momentum and slashed out.
This was the first time he performed it, and the last ten cuts were very slow. They weren't as quick as before, but they were smooth and natural … Each cut took a breath. Su Jing, who was still in seclusion, had no idea that with his ten cuts, the entire corpse collector's blazing sun was going crazy and expanding.
However, what surprised Su Jing even more was that when the real Death of a Thousand Blades landed, a burst of hearty laughter came from the unseen world. It was a very unfamiliar laughter that he had never heard before. However, the laughter was accompanied by a feeling from the unseen world. Even if he had never heard this laughter before, Su Jing could still tell that it came from the suicide general, Senior Yang Bengba.
The Baili Jiaoyang who had cultivated the Death of a Thousand Blades was the obsession of the Senior Slaughter General. When the younger generation, Golden Crow, fulfilled his dying wish and passed down this amazing Killing technique, the Baili Jiaoyang naturally laughed out loud!
It wasn't just laughter.
Following the laughter, the Baili Jiaoyang shrunk rapidly. Layers of divine flames turned into thousands of fire dragons that swarmed in from all directions, directly piercing into the orifices all over Su Jing's body … This was the final gift that the Senior Slaughter General had left for the younger generation.
Or rather, it was a reward from Senior Yang Bengba after the younger generation had fulfilled his wish.
The ultimate technique had been passed down, and the Baili Jiaoyang no longer had any reason to continue existing. It turned into a pure primordial spirit and flowed into Su Jing's body … Yang Bengba's laughter reverberated, but Su Jing seemed to vaguely hear him saying, "Kid, this is your reward!"
The cultivation was complete.
The Taoist Priests gently placed the water in their palms back into the mortal realm, and the sea returned to that world. The Taoist Priests clapped their hands and sent a message to the Yama God, "Remember to bring Su Jing here for the next Centennial Meeting."
Su Jing exited from his closed-door cultivation.
He first performed his inner vision. A large group of little Golden Crow were cultivating in the grotto-heaven. Elder Jin, who was resting on the bier alone, transformed into the Golden Crow's original form. He closed his eyes and smiled in the midst of the raging fire. The little Golden Crow was safe and sound. They were unaware of the happenings outside, and they did not know that their own corpse collector had once again ascended to another heaven.
The place where Su Jing was in closed-door cultivation was inside the corpse collector's blazing sun, inside the cemetery in the place of the outer fringe, and inside the Baili Jiaoyang. At this moment, the Baili Jiaoyang had turned into a primordial spirit and no longer had a shape. Su Jing returned to the cemetery.
Su Jing was in the cemetery in the place of the outer fringe. It was the result of one's diligence and cultivation base. He immediately noticed some peculiarities that he had never noticed before, but before he could distinguish them carefully, Jin Liangliang's spiritual message came, inquiring about what had actually happened.
Su Jing paused his investigation. He first flew out of the corpse collector's blazing sun to inform Jin Liangliang that he was safe and sound, so that she would not be confused and worried …
Jin Liangliang was frantic. It was not about Su Jing, but more importantly, all the little Golden Crow were following by Su Jing's side.
The spiritual message to interrogate Su Jing had only been sent out a breath ago, yet Jin Liangliang was grumbling thirty times in her heart, 'It's been so long, and there's still no reply?!' She was gritting her teeth when a shadow flashed in front of Jin Liangliang. Su Jing had rushed to her side.
"Ah!" Jin Liangliang squalled. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Su Jing's hand, "Are you alright? Are you alright? Are the little fellas alright? What happened earlier, there's no reply for such a long time … "
She was too nervous. She was too excited to see that Su Jing was still alive. The little stutterer miraculously forgot to stutter.
Su Jing patted her hand, "They're all alright, very well. It's just a cultivation breakthrough …"
"Ah!" Jin Liangliang squalled again, "You, you, you touched my hand? How could you touch my hand! "
This was a new level of shock. The Life and Death Generals could not coexist. In the past, the two of them had to be separated by dozens of miles when they met each other. Otherwise, the Yin and Yang would invade each other, and that would be a terrible consequence. Now, Su Jing had directly run to her. Just now, she was too worried about the little baby's safety, so she neglected that Su Jing had directly come to the Life General's blazing sun.
They were considered the same clan, and the Golden Crow was a family. It was not a big deal to let Su Jing touch her hand, but the key point was … how was it possible?
Su Jing was patting the back of Jin Liangliang's hand to comfort her. Being called out like that, Su Jing also felt as if his fingertips were scalded. He quickly retracted his hand and coughed to wipe away the awkwardness. His eyes blinked, and a light smile appeared on his face. With a calm and indifferent tone, he said, "I've advanced, I've broken through, I've already transcended life and death …"
"Okay, okay, speak properly." The little stutterer continued to stutter.
"Really?" Su Jing wanted to continue being pretentious.
Transcending life and death depended on how you put it. The literal meaning was to achieve supreme power and to be free from Yin and Yang. Even if one were to slash with a knife, burn with fire, or use magic, they would not be able to kill him. Of course, Su Jing's transcending life and death did not mean this …
The Life and Death Generals could not get close to each other because they each represented the extremes of Yin and Yang. Elementalists repelled each other, and once they got close, they would hurt each other. But now that Su Jing had made great progress, he could firmly suppress the repulsion between the two elementalists. Therefore, he had "transcended life and death", but he had only transcended the repulsion between the Life and Death Generals. That was what Su Jing meant …
But before Su Jing could continue showing off, there was a sudden change in the Immortal Paradise! First, a crow's caw pierced through heaven and earth, followed by the sound of war horns and war drums. It was a sound that could only be heard on the battlefield, transcending the darkness and spreading in all directions!
Three breaths later, the blazing sun of the Life General, the Golden Wheel of the Corpse Collector, and all the blazing suns created by the Golden Crow in the universe shot out a ray of golden light at the same time. Millions of rays of golden light shot out from every corner, piercing through the void and arriving at Su Jing's body. Following that, the rays of light intertwined with each other and circulated rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the magnificent golden light condensed into the shape of a long blade. It was a mighty, dazzling blade that was hundreds of meters long!
The blade stabbed diagonally and landed behind Su Jing …
"Ah!" Jin Liangliang exclaimed for the third time. "Kill, kill general!"
Among the Seven Divine Crow Generals, other than the crafty Corpse Collector, the rest were bestowed the title by the heavens. The symbol of being bestowed the title of "Divine Crow Killer" was the image of a long blade condensed from the sun's flames. Su Jing was bestowed the title of Divine Crow Killer General.
It was a great achievement, but it was definitely not a joyous occasion. After a moment of surprise, Jin Liangliang suddenly burst into tears.
He cried until he fell into Su Jing's arms.
Among the Seven Divine Crow Generals, True Knowledge of Life and Death was Crafty. Other than the Crafty General, none of the other six generals could stand side by side. The reason why the Crafty Generals could stand side by side was because they were different from the Crafty. This was the will of heaven. It was impossible for the Golden Crow Clan to have two Life General, Slaughter General, or other Divine Generals at the same time. At this moment, Su Jing was being conferred the title of Divine Crow Killer … This meant that the previous Divine Crow Killer was no longer around.
Yang Tuzao was no longer around.
Yang Tuzao was with the other Golden Crow. They were facing the calamity of extinction together.
It was an irreversible calamity. When Yang Tuzao was no longer around, the other Golden Crows would also meet the same end … Jin Liangliang had long known this outcome. He knew that everyone would leave. However, when this moment truly arrived, when the new Divine Crow Killer was bestowed with irrefutable proof that this moment had finally arrived, Jin Liangliang still broke down.
The Divine Crows were mischievous, the Divine Crows were playful, and the Divine Crows were spiritual creatures. Their hearts could not bear too much separation.
The dignified Divine Crow Killer, a powerful sacred beast comparable to the Ghost Lord Star Lord, was now crying into a puddle of mud in Su Jing's arms.
Su Jing hugged Jin Liangliang tightly. Pure Primordial Fire continuously flowed from his palm into Jin Liangliang's body, protecting her heart meridian.
The fire from Su Jing's palm was the only warmth that Jin Liangliang could feel. Was the last reliance at the moment of collapse a kind of enjoyment? Jin Liangliang wailed loudly. She did not see that Su Jing, who was hugging her tightly, was also crying like her.
Su Jing was a corpse collector. He had the Dead Eye. When he first came out of seclusion, he did not have the time to notice anything. However, at this moment, he clearly "saw" death.
They were no longer around. They were all dead.
From today onwards, the third-rate Holy Beasts, the Golden Crows that had made breakthroughs and completed their self-evolution, the Golden Crows that had run amuck in the universe for countless years after completing their self-evolution, the ferocious birds that were ferocious and ready to fight at any time, the bad guys that went around asking for gossip and spreading rumors for fun, and the Virtuous Holy Beasts that had refined countless blazing suns to warm countless mortals and nourish millions of mortals, only Su Jing, Jin Liangliang, Yang Sanlang, and the group of little guys were left.
The Divine Crow Tribe had left, but the enemy was still unwilling to show himself!
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