"The Tao you have comprehended has been slowly integrated into the bones, it is very good, the artistic conception is in the bones, and the body is one, in order to be respected in the same realm, those who think that the spiritual realm is just a derivative of spiritual consciousness, is a big mistake, ridiculous!"

"The real Spirit Realm martial artist, it seems that his strength has not increased much, but his combat power has changed qualitatively, because after deriving spiritual consciousness, he can not only gain insight into his body, but also help martial artists to comprehend the Dao Law more easily!"

"Just as the Divine Hidden Realm is integrated into the Tibetan Source, the Dao Law of the Spirit Realm is also to enhance its strength, if the Dao Law of the Spirit Realm cannot be transformed into combat power, then this Spirit Realm can only be said to be empty, and it is not a real Spirit Realm martial artist. ”

At this moment, if there is no spiritual consciousness fluctuation, it floats on the surface of Qingyang Huan's body, and the flow is round.

Half a year ago, he was finally promoted to the Regent Realm!

Compared to those famous Tianjiao in the outside world, who were promoted to the Regent Realm at the age of eighteen or nineteen, or even younger, he was promoted to the Regent Realm at the age of twenty-one, which was already more than a little bit worse.

But only he knows that he has gained much more than that.

Four years ago, he blasted open his eleventh divine treasure!

Three years ago, he blasted open his twelfth divine treasure!

A year ago, he blasted open his thirteenth divine treasure.

However, when the thirteenth Dao Divine Treasure was opened, a flash of realization appeared in his heart, and he had already reached his limit, so he chose to be promoted to the Spirit Realm half a year ago!

Thirteen Divine Treasures!

Killing artistic conception five points realm!

The artistic conception of silence is divided into three small realms!

Martial Dao Spirit Realm Soul Stone Fetal Level!

That's what he's been building up over four years!

"Desolate Zun, if the two artistic conceptions are blended together, will there be any changes!"

"The power that erupts from the fusion of Dao and Dharma is several times stronger than that of Dao Law alone, and the destructive power caused by the combination of different Dao Methods, or even the combination of different Dao Methods, is also different. ”

Soon Qingyang Huan comprehended the intention of Huangzun, in the past few years, in addition to improving his cultivation, he was also boiling up his own combat power.

Constantly blending the artistic conception of killing into his own tactics, and then reaching a realm of artistic conception and strength, every move and every blow contains terrifying power.

"The artistic conception enters the body, and the blood and bones contain the artistic conception, even if it is a random blow, it is a combination of the power of the artistic conception and forms an instinct!"

Under the ancient mountain, a purple streamer was as fast as lightning, and in a few breaths, it rushed from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and came to Qingyang Huan's side.

"Ah Huan, you're done cultivating, are we going back!"

In the past few years, the small appearance of the sable has not changed in the slightest, but its strength has reached the spiritual realm from the Divine Treasure Realm, and the purple fluff has become more and more brilliant and gorgeous.

"Wait!"

For Qingyang Huan's words, Sable can already respond with beast sense, and there is no need to manifest consciousness in his mind as he did at the beginning.

Qing Yanghuan's eyes looked towards the undulating mountains in the distance, and across the top of the ancient mountain beyond several peaks, a strong man stood on it.

Seeing Qingyang Huan, the strong man snorted coldly, and soon disappeared without a trace.

It's been four years!

Exactly four years!

This protector of the ancestral court had an illusion, it was too calm, so calm that he, the protector, had already gathered with the sheltered warriors to eat and drink, but there was no alien attack!

He's the protector of the Ancestral Court, and now he's a retinue!

What's even more infuriating is that for four whole years, that stinky boy has no intention of leaving the ancient land of Lashan!

Those warriors in the ancient land of Lashan who have also received the attention of the Dao Protection Court, which one of them is not a peer, one by one they are rushing towards Yaoshan, only when they go to a more vast land, will there be greater creation.

If he didn't know Qingyang Huan's strength, he would probably suspect that he had received a false edict from the Terran Protector Court to protect a fake genius!

Do you have the strength and the cultivation to stay in this small place for the rest of your life!

In this regard, the strong man is very unkind to Qingyang Huan today, and the further edict of the Dao Protector Court has not come down, so he can only wander around Qingyang Huan.

What's even more infuriating is that since Qingyang Huan removed the Winning List Bone Talisman from his body four years ago, the Dao Protector Court has been unable to accurately judge his true heritage and creation.

However, the middle-aged protector believed that Qingyang Huan had already opened to Jiuzang, just such a genius, but he was willing to be lonely, and he did not have the slightest reputation in the entire Yaoshan mountain system.

Qing Yanghuan didn't care about this, maybe in the eyes of the strong man, he, the sheltered genius, was too unworthy of the name, but as the protector of the ancestral court, although he was unhappy to look at him, the middle-aged martial artist still faithfully performed his duties.

Shaking his head, he expelled the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and after several years of silence, he was no longer immature at the beginning.

In the vast mountains and forests, a figure stepped into the void, and the warrior arrived at the Spirit Realm, which was enough to walk in the void for a long time.

"Lord!"

The figure swept up the top of the mountain, and shouted respectfully at Qingyang Huan, the person who came was Lu Xiong.

In four years, his cultivation rose to the last level of the Heavenly Spiritual Consciousness in the Spirit Realm, and the spiritual sense was enough to release the void, and even gradually began to perceive the Cave Void World, of course, he was promoted to this realm, and also benefited from the spirit forging method given by Qingyang Huan.

Four years across a big realm, for those who are really Tianjiao, it may not be nothing, but for Lu Xiong, this is already a great creation, and now the totem realm is hopeful, this is the strongest realm he can think of in his heart.

Now the martial artists who follow the command of Qingyang Huan have reached a hundred, all of them are martial artists of the Spirit Realm, but the strongest one is not Lu Xiong, but the wooden kite, who has reached the peak of the Spirit Realm, just waiting for the coming of creation and promotion to the Totem Realm!

As for the ten martial artists who followed him at the beginning, most of them have now been promoted to the second heaven of the Spirit Realm, and among them, Wei Shan and the others have also entered the third level, and the power in his hands has surpassed that of the Qingyang Clan.

Of course, these warriors under his command are not hidden in one side, but all over the entire Lashan, Ghost Fang, Chaoge, Gunhe and other ancient land of the human race, encircling and suppressing the hidden alien races, and even Qingyang Huan occasionally personally led the team to attack.

The Terran Zhenjiang Mansion has a must-kill order for those hidden aliens, and any warrior who goes with their bones will be rewarded for verifying their true bodies.

"Recall everyone!"

Hearing Qingyanghuan's voice, Lu Xiong's eyes lit up, and he suddenly looked at him with some excitement.

"It's been four years, and the Lord is finally leaving!"

Watching Lu Xiong's figure disappear into the wilderness, Qingyang Huan got up and overlooked the entire vast land, the mountains were continuous, and he murmured softly.

"It's time to leave!"