Chapter 511 I Refuse

A gentle tone, but his expression and aura were chillingly cold, locking onto Kaiming, whose expression twisted and changed.

Then, without hesitation, he retreated sharply.

In order to completely expel the remaining influence of Qing Qi Kaiming, he had cut off nine avatars from his own nine heads, which were the Kaiming Nine Heads, and united them with the original Ten Heavenly Gates, forming a foundation that was majestic and broad, with myriad phenomena, surpassing the ordinary tenth peak-level step.

In the eyes of those who were not as strong as him.

His strength and foundation had already reached the tenth peak.

Equally graceful.

However, compared to the real tenth peak, this so-called invincible aura was nothing more than icing on the cake, like cooking oil over a raging fire, only superficially fervent. At this moment, he retreated rapidly, watching the power of the ten directions unfold, his movements strange and unpredictable, swift and fierce, always able to avoid the strands of golden karma in an instant.

Not entering the mundane world, not沾(zhān)因果(zhān yīn guǒ) (not tainted by karma).

Kaiming roared:

"This place is the Tang Dynasty, not far from Kunlun Mountain."

"Your body is just a wisp of soul consciousness that has come here briefly."

"Even if it is you, as long as I do not 沾(zhān)因果(yīn guǒ) (taint myself with karma), you may not be able to kill me before Lu Wu wakes up!"

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes: "Or, want to give it a try?"

He had grasped the karma earlier, sensing an enemy that would endanger Jue in the dark, and when he came out, he saw the Kaiming beast planning to do something. Indeed, he was just a wisp of divided soul at the moment, his strength far inferior to his main body. As for the physical body, his physical body from this era was long buried.

He couldn't possibly dig it out and make a skeleton swordsman, could he?

I'm rising from my coffin.

His and Xing Tian's separate actions were comparable.

The coffin lid of the sword immortal couldn't be held down anymore.

With a casual thrust of his sword, it was also grand and magnificent, but Kaiming grasped it with his five fingers, countless karma, and vast sword energy, splitting away in the ten directions, his own body not tainted in the slightest. The collision of the two powers was unexpectedly evenly matched. Kaiming slowly regained his senses, realizing that the opponent was not the main body, but a wisp of thought.

Even if his swordsmanship was superb.

But his strength was limited.

His heart stirred slightly, giving rise to the thought of a sure kill. As the killing intent moved, several green peaks beside him were suddenly dragged along, wrapped in wind and thunder, tearing towards Wei Yuan at an exaggerated speed. The sword qi was frosty, circling and tearing these two mountain peaks apart. The green peaks were blessed by Kaiming's magic power and power, equivalent to the overlapping of the concepts of the past and present of these two mountains.

Light and immeasurable.

The sword qi and cold light shattered them, and the air waves suddenly swept back.

Kaiming broke through the clouds and air waves in an instant.

He raised his arm slightly and slapped down fiercely.

A layer of karma outlined and intertwined in front of Wei Yuan, forcibly transforming into a shield.

Kaiming's movements stagnated.

Suddenly, the air waves trembled, and nine human-faced tiger gods appeared behind him, roaring fiercely.

Strength soared!

The shield of karma shattered inch by inch.

But in the next moment, a chilling sword light directly pierced Kaiming's right hand, soaring into the sky.

Causing the majestic and huge illusory image of his main body behind him to roar out in pain.

But he forcibly endured the pain, and the other tiger claw slammed down towards Wei Yuan.

Sword qi and cold light, the true form of the gods, one was the reappearance of a thought, the other was one of the nine heads. The two sides clashed several times, unexpectedly evenly matched. Kaiming slowly walked out of the dense shadow left by the sword that the Daoist abandoned everything for in Kunlun Ruins decades ago.

"It's just a remnant soul, a wisp of thought."

"Although your swordsmanship is strong, your cultivation is incomplete. What will you use to defeat me?!"

Then he retreated sharply, widening the distance, his hands interlaced, and the gigantic Kaiming main body behind him suddenly became more real, emitting an aura that suppressed all things. The ten directions flowed, and in an instant, he had sealed off Wei Yuan, cutting off a trace of connection with the future, equivalent to completely severing this wisp of Wei Yuan's thoughts from his main body, leaving it here.

"Without the blessing of the Yuanshi Tianzun status of later generations."

"What will you use to fight me?!"

Wei Yuan grasped his fingers, sensing that his past was being cut off, understanding that this was one of the uses of the sitting and watching of the ten directions. In particular, it was almost a restraint against the thoughts divided by all opponents at the tenth peak level and below, cutting off the divided soul from the future and the past. Although he relied on something, Wei Yuan was still a little amazed. None of the tenth peak experts were easy to deal with.

However, this was also because he deliberately wanted to see Kaiming's methods.

To accumulate experience in dealing with the remaining nine heads and the main body.

However, what exactly happened to Kaiming that he chose to separate the nine heads?

Even his status had fallen a lot.

As his mind moved, his fingers grasped and pulled at the power that Kaiming had used to cut off the connection between the past and the future.

"Are you mistaken about something?"

Wei Yuan's expression was strange: "This is Shenzhou, the human world."

"This is the Tang Dynasty, which claims to be the descendants of Laozi."

"This is an era when Daoism is so prosperous that the imperial court has to support Buddhism to maintain balance."

Kaiming bound Wei Yuan: "So what?!"

Wei Yuan pointed at himself: "Who am I?"

"Yuanshi Tianzun."

"What era is this?"

"The Tang Dynasty..."

Kaiming's thoughts froze slightly, and then his expression changed drastically. The Daoist's right hand grasped those powers, and he smiled dimly:

"Imprisoning Yuanshi Tianzun in the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

"Impressive, impressive."

"I don't know how to describe you."

Strands of golden aura suddenly rose up, entangled endlessly. Kaiming retreated sharply, still unable to connect with his future self. He grasped his fingers, and a branch appeared from nowhere, as straight as a sword, with no curvature at all.

Wei Yuan looked into the distance, Chang'an was prosperous, and the lights were like day.

"It's almost the Shangyuan Festival..."

He smiled restrainedly, tapped the branch in his hand slightly, and then seemed to pull at that bit of the mortal world. With a flick of his wrist, the entire human world instantly became brightly lit, the mortal world was vast, becoming more and more magnificent, more and more prosperous, and finally introduced into the wooden sword in his palm. In front of the Daoist was the sky, behind him was the mortal world.

With a point of his finger, there were thousands of phenomena.

"This sword is the real Chang'an."

"This humble Daoist uses the mortal world as a sword."

"Please take a look."

With a slight turn of his wrist, a sword swept across thousands of miles of the mortal world. Kaiming's pupils contracted, and in an instant,

The black hair at his temples rose, and wounds cracked at his eyebrows and corners of his eyes. He heard the sounds of the marketplace in his ears. What fell from the wounds was actually the golden-red sparks and debris from the lantern and dragon dance. What he saw before his eyes was the constantly interweaving of the vast mortal world and the cold and clear peaks.

A sword aimed at the soul?!

A method similar to [Truth]?

How could that be?

Had he fought [Truth]?

And just by fighting, he had grasped a strand of the divine meaning of truth and transformed it into a sword?

Impossible, impossible, he couldn't possibly do such precise operations.

He…

When Kaiming saw the Daoist behind him, with the vast mortal world wanting to suppress him, he had no choice but to delay his response. He grasped his fingers, and the concepts intertwined, forcibly stripping away all of Wei Yuan's concepts of the human world. In the next moment, the Daoist's five fingers opened slightly, and he bent his fingers slightly towards the northwest corner.

A chilling aura appeared between Kaiming's eyebrows.

Causing his pupils to shrink suddenly.

No!

The Daoist opened his mouth leisurely: "Kunlun..."

A clear sword sound soared into the sky, and the entire sky instantly turned into a blur. The starlight fell like rain, and the Kunlun Mountain in the human world shook violently, as if in an instant it would transform into a three-thousand-mile jade dragon snow python, soaring into the air, converging its meaning into a long sword, and falling into Wei Yuan's hand.

Kaiming's eyebrows stung as if they had been pierced by a sword.

He shot again, this time sealing off all of Wei Yuan's four directions, up and down, past and future.

Thus, the Daoist and Kaiming were together in an environment without upper and lower, without four directions, inside and outside, and without past and future, chaotic and without origin. Kaiming, with purple flowing light in his eyes, had already been led by the rhythm, forcibly sealing off a wisp of Yuanshi Tianzun's thoughts, cutting off his connection with the human world, cutting off his connection with his other timeline selves.

Just as he was about to strike and kill.

He saw the Daoist open his right hand, supporting upwards.

As if supporting the heavens and the earth.

Supporting all things in the world.

Then, his five fingers opened slightly, and his wrist rotated.

In an instant, it was as if the heavens and the earth had collapsed, and chaos had reopened, with the heavens tilting to the northwest and the earth sinking to the southeast.

A palm overturning the sky.

It slammed fiercely on Kaiming's forehead. The immense power, the four great elements in the domain flowing endlessly. If Kaiming had not instantly displayed the true form of the gods, this one blow would have almost completely shattered Kaiming's head. Even so, the huge nine-headed god was still roaring, shaking his head, staggering back.

Wei Yuan retracted his hand, his expression strange.

Without upper and lower, without inside and outside, without past and future, it was without origin, the state of chaos.

Yes, very powerful.

But didn't he know that I and Chaos were best friends?

Didn't he know that I had once supported the heavens?

Kaiming, have you always been so brave? Or is it…

Kaiming staggered back, his purple eyes lowered slightly. His power erupted again, avoiding Wei Yuan's pursuit, panting rapidly, but still staring fixedly at Wei Yuan, gnashing his teeth: "You have some ability, but you are still caught in my scheme. Sitting and watching the ten directions..."

Kaiming's power unfolded.

Heaven, earth, the four directions, past, future, life, death.

These were the ten directions.

The ten directions, inside and outside, were all killed, it was…

"The annihilation of the ten directions."

Kaiming grasped his fingers, his eyes deep.

Wei Yuan's expression was peaceful, and strands of golden aura appeared behind him, with karma as the core, involving the incense of human Taoist temples, the power of sentient beings' vows, the Kunlun long sword, and the vast mortal world, transforming into the true form of Yuanshi Tianzun. His tone was peaceful, saying: "Even if it is a wisp of thought, with incomplete cultivation, only swordsmanship, and pieced together... it is enough to kill you."

"I have already experienced Kaiming's power. Next time I kill your other heads, I will be a lot more nervous."

"Thank you for providing the information."

Kaiming sneered: "Arrogant!"

Rifts appeared in the void, and then Kaimings from many timelines in the past, present, and future appeared, some holding long swords, some holding battle knives, their aura majestic, and their eyes flashing with purple light. Then, pointing at the Daoist, they said: "Kill him!"

Chī!!!

The next moment, the sound of the blade piercing flesh and tearing apart the shackles was extremely clear.

Wei Yuan was stunned, and the true form of Yuanshi Tianzun that had manifested behind him froze.

Dī dā, dī dā (drip, drip).

A candied haws skewer with blood directly pierced Kaiming from behind.

Drops of golden-red blood flowed down, dripping into the clouds.

Another Kaiming wearing a yellow helmet, wearing a yellow vest with the words [XX Delivery, Delivers Everything Fast] written on it.

Carrying a blue shared bicycle, holding a candied haws skewer in one hand, and a bottle of soda in the other.

His chin was slightly retracted at thirty-five degrees.

He took a sip of soda.

He let out a burp with the taste of iced carbonation.

Then, with a sad and melancholy temperament and tone, he said:

"But, I refuse."

ps: Today's first update..........