As he spoke, Kong Xuan suddenly shouted loudly, and nine-colored energy shot out from the top of his head.
This nine-colored aura is actually the shadow of a small phoenix.
The phoenix cried loudly, and with just one sound, the chaos covering billions of miles was stirred like paste.
Then, the phoenix shadow plunged into the chaos.
Infinite nine-colored energy covered billions of miles in the blink of an eye, dyeing the chaotic energy colorful.
Li Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and saw clearly.
The saint's soul merges into chaos, which is an extremely private matter.
It can be said that there are six saints and six locations, and only the six saints themselves know them.
Therefore, except for the saint himself, no one knows what the scene is like when the saint's soul merges into chaos.
And now, Li Qing saw it.
Such a vast, magnificent and terrifying scene is naturally filled with endless opportunities.
Just by looking at it, Li Qing felt that his understanding of Tao became more thorough and clear after deep thinking.
That is to say, one's realm has reached its peak, and to go further one can only prove the way by force, or randomly choose one of the three thousand great ways to achieve the Hunyuan Wuji Daluo fruit position.
If an ordinary Hunyuan Golden Immortal came here just to watch the ceremony, he would probably be able to attain a higher realm out of thin air because of enlightenment!
"Today, I will use my proud way to merge with the chaos! The chaotic space blesses my body! It will not be worn away by the calamities! It will not be damaged by the calamities!"
Kong Xuan's voice was heard again, and the phoenix cried loudly, and suddenly the endless nine colors disappeared without a trace.
Then, the colorful chaotic energy that stretched for billions of miles returned to normal in an instant.
This chaotic space looks normal.
But Li Qing could clearly feel that this chaotic land of billions of miles had become Kong Xuan's execution ground.
From then on, whenever Kong Xuan moved his hands and feet, he would be blessed by the chaotic space of billions of miles.
This is what it means when people say that all are ants below a saint.
Without the blessing of this chaotic space, even if a quasi-saint is infinitely close to enlightenment, for a saint, it is still...
Kill with a backhand!
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