Chapter 221 Divine Mark Purple Gold Awakens

The nourishment from the second reincarnation seal quickly disappeared.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the fire was surging, and thousands of symbols converged together, like a vast ocean, with vast undulations and turbulent waves, sweeping in. These were all the runes of the True Dragon, Immortal Phoenix, Nine-leaf Sword Grass, Kunpeng, Qilin, and Thunder Emperor.

Most of the divine form fused into the cauldron exploded immediately. Those talisman culture turned into fire, burning fiercely, as fierce as the sun and the moon exploding, as delicate and beautiful as the phoenix's nirvana, staining the starry sky with blood, and its first sound!

"puff!!"

Zhou Tong's face turned pale and he spit out blood.

The fusion of the divine form is becoming more and more difficult. I have only fused most of it now, and the road ahead will be even more difficult. As soon as the power of the Samsara Seal fades away, the entire fusion will immediately fail.

If everything fails in the end, Zhou Tong will completely lose the strongest talent of the Overlord Body - the divine form!

"The third seal of reincarnation, sacrifice!"

Zhou Tong then sacrificed his third reincarnation seal again.

"Boom!!"

The third reincarnation seal turned into rays of light, constantly nourishing the exploded runes and divine forms. Like time flowing backwards, everything is moving forward step by step under the nourishment of the Samsara Seal, and the integration is getting smoother and smoother.

When the whole thing was 90% integrated, Zhou Tong stopped immediately.

The fused divine form brought with it streams of immortal energy, turned into a mass of spiritual energy, soared into the sky, and turned into dense mist of light, which quickly sank into Zhou Tongzhen's body.

"No, if you continue, you will definitely fail!" Zhou Tong felt silently in his heart, and then a trace of regret flashed in his heart.

Although the Seal of Reincarnation is insufficient, as long as the Mirror of Reincarnation is still there and the "God Emperor Sutra" can be practiced, he can still cultivate the Seal of Reincarnation; and currently, he can still cultivate two Seal of Reincarnation, which is enough to complete the final transformation. .

But the real key now is the lack of Dao fire and karma fire.

He is hiding on the road to immortality in ancient times. No matter how much he hates those outside, the hatred will gradually fade over time. This is one of the reasons why the fire of karma weakens. No one is always born for hatred.

As for Dao Fire.

The Dao Fire formed by the imprints of hundreds of sages is indeed extremely terrifying, but as the fusion of the divine form progresses, these Dao Fires gradually lose their power and are unable to further promote Zhou Tong's growth.

"If you want to cause trouble, you must go out and make something happen. At least show your face in front of those holy places and let the fire of karma reignite."

"As for Dao Fire, with this Ba Zhong gradually channeling his energy, I don't need to worry too much..." Zhou Tong looked at his Ba Zhong with a smile on his face.

Isn't it just the brand of a saint, a holy king, or a great sage? As long as he further refines the Ba Zhong and relies on the power of the divine mark purple gold, he can easily get hundreds more brands.

Zhou Tong closed his eyes and quietly used his own mind and the immortal energy that he had previously created to refine the Bell.

As the sacrifice continued, a hint of joy gradually appeared on Zhou Tong's face.

When the red sun rises, its path shines brightly. The river flows out and flows into the ocean. The hidden dragon soared into the abyss, its scales and claws flying. The tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are frightened. The falcon tests its wings, and the wind and dust spread. The first birth of a strange flower, a splendid emperor...

That is the joy of life, the touch of life!

He could feel that his Tyrant Bell was "awakening" little by little, and the ultimate secret of Divine Mark Purple Gold was slowly reviving. The soul of Ba Zhong blends with his own, and he can clearly feel the powerful breath of life.

"Dang!", "Dang!", "Dang!"...

The overbearing bell chimes, and the sound waves shock people's hearts, making Zhou Tong feel a strange feeling.

That bell wave is like a big sun with infinite spring light; it is also like a crescent moon with endless soft light; it is even more like the heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, and the waves of the sea.

All these combined together seem to outline a picture of the growth of all things in nature. The mountains, the sea, the tide, the sun, the moonlight, are full of vitality and prosperity everywhere.

This is a picture of life.

During the process of this sacrifice, Ba Zhong also became crystal clear, with fairy light flowing throughout its body and blooming with auspicious colors. Every picture on the bell body became beautiful stripes, giving it a real texture and vitality. .

At this point, the initial sacrifice of Ba Zhong was completed, and Zhou Tong opened his eyes.

"Does such a sacrifice last three months?" Zhou Tong opened his eyes, his eyes dull and deep.

In the past three months, his mind has completely become one with his own bell, feeling the gradually reviving meaning and breath of Shenhen Zijin, and feeling the joy of life coming from nothing.

At this moment, he seemed to have washed away all the murderous aura in his body, becoming purer, and his whole body was filled with vitality.

Not only that, the Imperial Scriptures that he himself practiced and knew also turned into imprints that appeared on the Ba Zhong. Now there is a picture of all the emperors sharing respect on his tyrant bell.

Not only that, but the hundreds of sage brands he had obtained in the ancient battlefield also began to make faint sounds, as if scriptures were resounding.

These are the scriptures transformed by the great avenues of those sages. After initially awakening to the secret meaning of purple gold, he has been able to use the secret meaning of immortal gold to extract endless scriptures from those imprints.

The ancient saints turned into a picture scroll, living, traveling, and discussing the Tao on the lines of Ba Zhong's appearance. It was completely a fairyland scene of a true immortal.

"The emperors share the same respect, the scene of the fairyland, this picture fits the name of my overlord!" Zhou Tong nodded slightly.

This change was just what he wanted.

"However, before getting into trouble, I have one more thing that I can make use of!" Zhou Tong grabbed it casually, and the scepter of the ancient heaven appeared in his palm. It was extremely eerie, like a supreme divine treasure that suppressed the underworld.

King Kong Zhuo shook slightly, and a colorful ray of light suddenly fell on the scepter——

"Om-long!"

The heavenly scepter exploded violently, murderous intent surged like the sea, and the terrifying divine power shook the heavens and the earth!

Rays of light and shadow, carrying overwhelming murderous intent, erupted from the scepter.

This is the Killing Saint, the Killing Saint of ancient heaven.

There are seventeen Killing Saints!

And he is also a great saint-level killer!

This scepter is the secret treasure of the ancient heaven. When the masters of the past dynasties came to an end, they dedicated everything to this scepter.

There are seventeen great saint-level killing saints in this scepter!

"Dang!", "Dang!", "Dang!"...

Zhou Tong's Tyrant Bell was constantly vibrating, and circles of ripples swept across these phantoms of the Killing Saints; the unique purple light of the divine mark purple gold was hazy, and mysterious scratches began to slowly appear on the Tyrant Bell.

At the same time, Zhou Tong also followed these scratches and gradually began to understand the avenues of these seventeen killing saints.

Zhong Bo lasted for a full month, and seventeen humanoid shadows appeared on Ba Zhong's body. Those are the imprints of the laws of the seventeen killing saints of ancient heaven.

"Not enough. Seventeen Killing Saints are not enough! At least hundreds or even thousands of sage imprints are needed." Zhou Tong said softly.

Of all the saints' brands in the ancient battlefield, there were 498 saints' brands, 174 saint kings' brands, 61 great sage's brands, and even 12 quasi-emperors' brands among them.

There are 745 imprints in total.

It is precisely because there are so many imprints that it is possible for that place to trigger the most powerful heavenly tribulation and refine real imperial weapons without anyone proving the way.

Compared with those of the saints, the marks of these seventeen Saint-killers are still too few, a drop in the bucket.

"I have to go out to do something..." Zhou Tong stood up, and King Kong Zhuo turned into a colorful ray of light and sank into his body.