Mysterious mirror hanging high

At the same time, Ye Xingyun's refinement into the Law of Doom was nearing completion.

When the last trace of the law of doom was refined into Ye Xingyun's acupoints, the entire Dragon Slaying Island suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

"No Ji Tai Lai!"

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw that the gray clouds above Ye Xingyun's head were suddenly pierced by a golden light.

The light was as thin as a hair at first, but in a flash it turned into a vast ray of light, sweeping away the remaining clouds of doom.

The moldy black air that had originally adhered to the cultivators' bodies now melted away completely like spring snow in the sun.

"The Law of Good Luck—Refine!"

A long roar burst out from Ye Xingyun's throat, and the ninth acupoint suddenly burst out with colorful rainbow light.

"Ok?"

Han Ping was dealing with the headless ghost general when he suddenly noticed that the golden beetle that had been constantly biting and devouring in the spirit insect bag had become silent. Then, a majestic golden beetle king flew out of the spirit insect bag and chirped loudly at him.

"Auspicious people will be blessed by heaven..."

Those monks who came to repay their gratitude were now blessed with good fortune, and the dangerous situations that were originally close to death were turned into safe havens everywhere.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator's talisman accidentally detonated the Yin Qi node at the core of the ghost tide; a Golden Core Sword Cultivator's flying sword missed by three inches but happened to pierce the ghost's vital point...

On the sea surface filled with rainbow light, Ye Xingyun's Nascent Soul Dharma image had turned into a pure glass color.

The vortex of good fortune in the nine acupoints spun faster and faster, and the scattered blessings turned into golden rain all over the sky, dyeing the entire East China Sea into a brilliant amber color.

The cultivators immersed in the golden rain all felt their aura surge, unexpectedly breaking through bottlenecks one after another on this life-or-death battlefield. How could this still be a brutal battle to protect the Dao? It had clearly become a once-in-a-millennium grand event of enlightenment!

"One breath..."

Yang Dingfeng murmured, "Ye Xingyun actually used only one breath of time to refine the last law into the acupoint? But how is this possible?"

Xiao Guanying, who was sitting upright on the carriage, also had a puzzled look on his face. He sighed deeply and said in confusion:

"Is it really God's will?"

Xiao Shihua, dressed in a dark yellow robe, said softly, "Perhaps it's not God's will, but human nature..."

"Xiao Guanying, it's a foregone conclusion that True Lord Fulu will achieve the Divine Transformation stage. The bet between you and me should also have a conclusion."

Yang Dingfeng narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "What kind of bet could there be between one of them, the original body, and one of them, a clone? What is the current relationship between Xiao Guanying and the demon fetus..."

The next moment, Xiao Shihua's lips moved, and he transmitted a voice: "The great calamity of the Immortal Continent will come, and I will lead the Heavenly Court..."

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On the Dragon-Slaying Island, Ye Xingyun's nine laws were all refined into his acupoints, his Nascent Soul form was completely mature, and he achieved the Spirit Transformation Realm. The aura around him surged, and with a flip of his hand, a feather fan with a faint precious light suddenly appeared.

He flapped his hand lightly, and suddenly a strong wind roared between heaven and earth. The power of the law turned into a nine-colored hurricane that swept across the East China Sea.

The countless ghosts in the ghost tide didn't even have time to scream before they disintegrated bit by bit in the wind.

The Netherworld rift seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and instantly collapsed into a point of black light, and finally disappeared into the void.

A tide of Netherworld ghosts that made many top Nascent Soul cultivators extremely anxious and almost impossible to resist was eliminated in just a few moves by Ye Xingyun, who had just achieved the state of Spiritual Transformation.

At the same time, the black sphere hanging high in the sky shattered.

Lu Yingzhao fell from the death arena covered in blood, with dozens of wounds on his body, so dense and shocking that the wounds were entangled with the difficult-to-dispel Netherworld corrosive energy.

The three flower flames behind her had dimmed like a candle in the wind, but she was still staring at the equally embarrassed Youluo Tianjun.

The skinny old man was also covered in dust, with a broken sword stuck in his chest, and the ghost laws around him were in chaos.

He looked in the direction of Ye Xingyun, and his cloudy pupils suddenly contracted...

"The transformation into a god has been completed?!"

There was a tremor of disbelief in Youluo Tianjun's roar.

At this moment, Ye Xingyun was flying in the air on the rainbow bridge, and every step he took resonated with heaven and earth.

He tapped the treasure fan with his fingertips, and nine rays of divine light intertwined into a net. He said fiercely, "Old ghost, it's time to settle the cause and effect."

Youluo Tianjun gritted his teeth:

"Well... you're lucky, kid... I lost this round."

Without saying a word, the green ghost flames around him became extremely intense, and his entire body turned into a ray of dark light, rushing straight into the sky without a care in the world!

Immediately, this ray of light pierced through the nine-day strong wind layer and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"He's... ascended?"

Ye Xingyun was stunned. Although Youluo Tianjun was injured, he was just entering the stage of Nascent Soul. Even if he relied on the spiritual weapon he had obtained before, he might not be able to stop this old Tianjun who had been immersed in the early stage of Nascent Soul for many years.

I had thought that Youluo Tianjun would directly escape back to the Yigui Sect, but I didn't expect that this person would be so decisive and directly ascend to the fairyland!

Yang Dingfeng, who was hidden in the void, smiled softly and said, "This Youluo is quite a ruthless character..."

"He is only an early stage Spiritualization cultivator. If he ascends rashly, his chance of survival is less than 10%. But what if he doesn't ascend, but stays in the Immortal Continent?"

"Once Fulu reaches the stage of Divine Transformation, the other geniuses in Tianming Tower who have the potential to achieve Divine Transformation will be destined for Divine Transformation... By then, a Divine Transformation formation will be set up on Zhanlong Island or Fugui Island, with Fulu personally in charge. How can Youluo, a mere early stage Divine Transformation cultivator, break the formation and disrupt the Divine Transformation of the Tianming Tower cultivators?"

"Even if I ascend to the Immortal Realm, I still have less than a 10% chance of survival. Staying in the Immortal Continent is a slow death, and it is a situation where death is certain..."

"This principle is easy to understand if you just calm down and think about it, but those who act decisively and without hesitation are few and far between."

Qi Tianhua sighed, "If I were You Luo, I would at least try to reconcile with the cultivators of Tianming Tower before considering ascending..."

Yang Dingfeng sneered, "If I were Youluo...after the little Lu Jianxian killed Gui Daoming in front of all the cultivators at Tianjin Peak, I would have personally taken action, even if it meant going to the ends of the earth to kill the little Lu Jianxian. Why would I have to issue a wanted order and send all the True Lords to give the little Lu Jianxian spiritual resources to hone his magical powers... How foolish!"

Yang Dingfeng immediately took a step, escaped from the void, and appeared in the real world. He bowed to Ye Xingyun from a distance and said loudly:

"Yang Dingfeng of Songfeng Pavilion, congratulations to Lord Fulu on achieving the Divine Transformation!"

At this time, all the righteous Heavenly Kings of Penglai woke up from their dreams, walked out of the void, and congratulated Ye Xingyun on his transformation into a god.

Afterwards, Taixu continued to vibrate, and many gods-transforming monks appeared one after another.

A snow-white divine fox leaned on a cane, narrowed its long and narrow eyes, and smiled:

"The Celestial Demon Clan congratulates Fellow Daoist Fulu on his divine transformation..."

A golden dragon with three eyes descended upon the East China Sea and said in a deep voice, "The Inner Sea Dragon Clan congratulates Fellow Daoist Fulu on his divine transformation..."

Three powerful Buddhas with a strong aura and a strong smell of incense appeared at some point, clasping their hands together:

"Buddha-honored One, the three great Buddhist monks congratulate the donor of good fortune and luck. May the donor's immortal path be long and prosperous, and may good fortune continue forever!"

Even Xiao Shihua appeared in the East China Sea. He seemed to be in a good mood at the moment. He did not seem annoyed at all about the enemy cultivator achieving the Divine Transformation. Instead, he was smiling broadly:

"On behalf of all the cultivators in the Heavenly Court, I would like to congratulate my fellow Daoists... Our human race has discovered another pillar of stone. This is truly a blessing for the human race of the Immortal Continent!"