Chapter 1795: Eighty-one impressions

The gate of the altar slowly closed, and Mu Yun's figure disappeared on the altar.
Zhuo Yuanhang was very happy at the moment.
"His Royal Highness is back, really back..."
Zhuo Yuanhang muttered to himself: "The patriarch said that it was true that the emperor of the nine lives is destined to unify the realm of the gods. His Royal Highness will not die. Herdsmen, recovery is expected!"
At this moment, Mu Yun came to the bottom of the altar, and a tyrannical blood rushed towards him at this moment.
This is a completely different state from when he saw his left and right hands.
Mu Yun entered the altar and looked at the center of the altar. At this moment, a piece of flesh and blood about the size of a thumb stood quietly on a rock in the center.
Even because the flesh and blood has been on the stone for too long, the stone has become red at this moment.
Mu Yun approached the small piece of flesh and blood, and his breathing suddenly stagnated.
Too strong.
A strong breath of flesh and blood hit his body.
The rumbling voice sounded, and the blood burst out at this moment, a completely different breath, making Mu Yun feel that his body was full.
He gently waved his palm.
Om...
Suddenly, the flesh and blood flew directly on his hand at this moment.
At this moment, his body was suddenly filled with a breath of flesh and blood.
Om...
Mu Yun stood there, only feeling that his head was about to explode at this moment.
An unmatched breath of flesh and blood poured directly into his body.
"This……"
Mu Yun was also at a loss at this moment.
Normally speaking, this piece of flesh and blood should be the same as one's left and right hands, blending into one's own body, but at this moment, this piece of flesh and blood is directly rushing into one's flesh and blood, forcibly fusing with one's own body.
For an instant, Mu Yun felt the strength in his body constantly filling.
The frenzied breath spread out one after another, and his body, the power that was constantly violent, was superimposed one after another.
Under the superposition of these forces, his body at this moment, every thread, every inch, is being expanded.
Boom...
The dull voice suddenly spread, and his abdomen swelled as if a package was directly bulging out.
"The physical body has reached its limit, unable to absorb this flesh and blood power, now I can only be promoted and let my body absorb this flesh and blood breath."
Thinking of this, Mu Yun immediately sat down and guided his divine power to impact his own imprint of the source of God.
At this moment, a magical scene appeared.
In that piece of flesh and blood, there was actually a phantom of imprints, which directly rushed into Mu Yun's body.
Originally, the nine imprints in the source of God had increased eightfold at this moment, turning into ninety-nine and eighty-one imprints.
Looking closely at these ninety-nine and eighty-one impressions, under one enlarged impression, there is a subtle impression.
In this way, under the nine larger prints, there are eight small prints.
Nine big marks, eight small marks!
There was a strange feeling in Mu Yun's heart.
But at this moment, looking inside his source, Mu Yun found that the nine marks were all fulfilled.
He stepped into the realm of true God Dzogchen.
Not only that, the power contained in that piece of flesh and blood has greatly enhanced his body's blood, veins, bones, and soul consciousness.
They all reach the top level of the True God Dzogchen.
This feeling is extremely comfortable.
"It's like swallowing heaven and earth magic medicine..."
Mu Yun couldn't help but exhale at this moment.
It's just a small piece of flesh and blood from his previous life, fused into the body, and the power that spreads autonomously is so powerful.
No wonder, after his death, his soul consciousness dissipated, and his flesh and blood were still so respected and admired by the people of the gods.
"Comfortable power, this is the real realm improvement!"
Mu Yun's hands were inspiring, and he only felt the fluctuations of power everywhere in his body.
Looking ahead, Mu Yun suddenly discovered that a passage was spreading.
Presumably Zhuo Yuanhang set up here and stayed here, but I don't know where it leads to.
Entering the passage, about to advance for a short time, a ray of light suddenly appeared in front of Mu Yun's eyes.
His figure appeared outside the Sword God Sect.
Looking up, the pavilions and towers erected by the Sword God Sect were in the distance.
This is at the foot of a barren mountain outside the Sword God Sect.
Mu Yun turned around and looked around, but found that there was no passage at all.
But the palm of the hand sticks out, but it easily touches the passage.
"It looks like a virtual array!"
Mu Yun looked forward and exhaled.
"Stayed in there for seven or eight days, although I almost died, it was not bad to reach the realm of True God Dzogchen!"
Mu Yun looked at the rock on the mountain peak, and a killing machine appeared in his eyes.
"Luohe, titled disciple?"
"Zhuo Jianyi, Yan Yimiao, harm me Xuantianshi?"
"These accounts, take notes one by one, in the next time, you...repay them one by one!"
After the words fell, Mu Yun's figure disappeared.
...
Sword God Sect, Wai Sect!
In Xie Qing's courtyard, Zhao Yanming, Mu Bufan, and Lu Yuxue were all present.
"I can't wait!"
Xie Qing couldn't help but shouted: "Whether the wolf cub is dead or not, I'm going to find that Luohe now, Nina, and deal with my brother, I must kill him!"
"Thank you brother!"
Zhao Yanming discouraged him at this moment: "The Lord Mu Yun is not dead. I signed my Zhao clan secret technique contract with him. If he dies, I won't be able to survive. Think about it. Dead, none of them died, did they?"
"I didn't die, but this time, it's been seven or eight days. I should come back if I didn't die, didn't I?"
Xie Qing hummed: "I can't bear this tone, that Luohe brat, just because Xi Xing'er is kinder to the wolf pup, he wants to kill and is also a titled disciple? This eye is smaller than the eye of a needle!"
"Thank you brother!"
Zhao Yanming tried to persuade him: "Even if you go to slaughter Luohe now, you still...can kill it!"
"Who said I can't kill it?"
Xie Qing shouted: "It's just a mere disciple of the gods. Laozi fights to the death. It's not impossible to kill him."
"Haha..."
Xie Qing's words fell, and outside the courtyard, a loud laugh suddenly sounded.
"This may be the biggest joke I have heard in my life, Rao Hong!"
The courtyard gate was kicked open, and a figure strode directly.
Behind that figure, two figures walked out at this moment.
Then, a few figures stepped into the hospital.
Seeing how unkind people came, Xie Qing sneered: "Is it to boast about going to Haikou, what does it have to do with your holding grandsons? Lao Tzu always talks like this, not accepting, come and me?"
"Don't be ashamed!"
The head man, with his hands behind his back, looked proud, and said: "I heard, what kind of youth league do you guys form? I am Rao Hong of the Zhanmeng. Tell you, the name of the league is now in the entire Sword God Sect. Four!"
"Your alliance, starting today, revoke!"
Rao Hong?
Rao Hong, ranked eighth on the Earth Spirit Ranking, is a high-level disciple of the Outer Sect of the War League!
"Cancel?"
Xie Qing scolded: "Today, let alone Lao Tzu did not establish the Youth League, you say that, this Youth League really exists. Now, I am the leader, Xie Qing, the leader of the Youth League, Mu Bufan, Zhao Yanming, Lu Yuxue The three are the deputy leaders!"
"I see, who has the ability to disband my Youth League!"
"What a big tone!"
Rao Hong scolded.
"Brother Rao Hong!"
The young man on the left smiled lightly: "I will deal with such a small role!"
"Okay, Di Tianming, don't kill anyone!"
"Don't worry, Brother Rao Hong, I know the importance!"
Then Di Tianming stepped forward, looked at Xie Qing, and said with a smile: "The Youth League? One leader, three deputy leaders? It's really a big air, is Xie Qing? I heard that you are following Mu Yun, Yaowu, arrogant and domineering, today, the thirteenth Di Tianming of our spirit list, come to learn!"
"Teach you a look!"
Xie Qing was furious at the moment, and all the anger that had been held back in the past few days broke out at this moment.
"Ying Long Palm!"
Xie Qing shot directly with a palm, as if a dragon flies, and immediately grabbed Di Tianming.
"It's a bit of a posture!"
Di Tianming stepped out and slapped directly with a palm. The majestic breath came out directly.
Boom...
The two figures collided with a bang, and suddenly sounded, Di Tianming's scream, the whole person's arm was directly turned into a piece of meat at this moment, and it burst open.
At this moment, everyone had an illusion.
Xie Qing's palm really seemed to have become a dragon's claw, and he grabbed Di Tianming and scrapped it!
"Tianming!"
Seeing this scene, Rao Hong's face was cold.
"Xie Qing, you are looking for death, toasting and not eating fine wine, offending my war alliance, you are in the Sword God Sect, can you still be mixed?"
"I can't get mixed up, I can't get mixed up, the wolf cub doesn't come back, I will kill the entire Sword God Sect sooner or later!"
Xie Qing shouted.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? You are so hostile. I feel your disgusting stench all the way away. I don't know. You think you are a dragon?"
At this moment, on the courtyard wall, a joking voice suddenly sounded.
On the wall of the courtyard, there was a figure sitting in an ink-colored gown, slanted hair covering the eyebrows, a touch of brown eyes, emitting a daunting look...
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a trace of evil appeared at this moment.
"Mu Yun!"
"Wolf!"
"Brother Mu!"
Suddenly, several people in the courtyard were shocked.
Na Rao Hong was already blind when he saw this scene, staring wide.
"You... not dead?"
Rao Hong said in amazement, "Impossible, impossible, none of the disciples who entered the Sword Burial Tomb can survive!"
"Then I am not a living person!"
Mu Yun shook his neck and said with a smile: "I am... a life-saving evil spirit!"
Mu Yun's words fell, and the figure swept away, jumped directly off the wall, waved with one hand, and directly pinched the broken arm of Di Tianming's other arm.
"Di Tianming, the thirteenth place spirit list, seems very mighty?"
Click...
Mu Yun's palm was gently pressed, and he squeezed it with one hand.
"what……"
At this moment, Di Tianming yelled directly, his eyes almost staring out.