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The fluttering palm enveloped the entire heaven and earth, and this move could not see the slightest discipline, like a random palm, but it condensed an invincible momentum.

This palm is extremely pure, and in a trance, Qing Yanghuan feels that he has gone beyond the scope of the palm technique, but it is within the source.

This feeling is extremely weird, and such a seemingly simple palm brings him an incomparable throbbing.

Then, he swung his fist at this palm, and the chaotic Dao light flowed between the clenched five fingers, and all the ways were one.

Burst!

In the next moment, the fist that exuded the aura of encompassing through the universe, under the light palm of the old ancestor, without the slightest resistance force, dissolved into the invisible and burst like a bubble.

At this moment, the palm method originating from the ancestors has changed again, and has evolved into a pure supreme yang.

The sun was in the palm of his hand, and the blazing heat made him feel like he was about to be roasted into blood, and hiding in the depths of the sun's scorching heat was a killing machine.

In an instant, under the divine sun, he was terrified, and he stood in place as if he was imprisoned, unable to move.

The inclusive aura of his Chaos Dao Law seemed to have lost its effect, and the Origin Xuan Mystery of the Highest Prosperity and Yang was not affected in the slightest.

The crisis of life and death lingers in the spiritual world, and the terrifying killing machine condenses into substance.

At this moment, Qingyang Huan stood in place, and the pupils of his eyes were completely filled with this palm.

His martial arts skills are broad but not refined, big but not essential, and his moves are too rough, and he dislikes himself.

The shadow of his palm enveloped his spiritual world, and the sun shone in his palm.

Although it is only the most original Yang Xuanmy, but one law is clear, ten thousand laws are clear, and this principle is applicable everywhere.

The cyan light of the spiritual world flashed, and the essence of the past when he was perfecting the various mysteries of the Boundless Dao Method step by step passed by.

Airplanes!

A wisp of purple light at the center of his eyebrows was dazzling, and it flashed out suddenly, and the human luck burst out, and it was automatically stimulated, and wisps of purple light enveloped his whole body.

The martial arts combat technique is for killing, even if it is his condensation of the Chaos Dao method that embraces all the ways, it is also for the improvement of combat power.

Looking at the heavens and all the ways, the same is true, and the word killing cannot be bypassed.

The palm of the old ancestor, Qing Yang Huan was almost like a soul, and he reacted, all the things in the past showed that he was too keen on the roundness of the Heavenly Dao, and he had lost the killing of that kind of conquest.

Martial arts is originally to evolve for the sake of killing, and the evolution of life is, in the final analysis, to compete for its own place in this world.

Martial Arts Master Kill!

Pursuing the tolerance of the Heavenly Dao too much, but losing the original intention of killing, this kind of killing is somewhat different from the killing Dao in the Ten Thousand Dao.

This kind of killing is more like the ultimate goal of a martial artist after cultivating martial arts, evolving Dao methods, and condensing the battle body.

No matter what kind of Dao method is cultivated, even if it is the cultivation of the Killing Dao Method, in the end, it will come towards this purpose.

Cultivating the Dao of Killing is for the purpose of killing, and cultivating other Dao methods is also for the purpose of killing, and no martial artist in the heavens will say that cultivating the Dao of Martial Arts is for the sake of maintaining health.

This kind of health care is not real health preservation, it is raising pigs and fattening yourself to others to kill.

......

At this moment, the palm of the old ancestor was almost frozen in his spiritual world, interpreting the essence of martial arts combat skills.

With the blessing of human luck, his battle spirit is several times sharper than before, and he captures the charm of the palm technique.

This kind of realm tends to be more of a kind of perception, which comes from the understanding of the warrior himself, and if he understands it, he is enlightened, and if he can't understand it, he sees flowers in the fog, and the clouds and mountains are foggy.

Whew!

On the top of the cold cliff, the blue-robed figure withdrew his palm and looked at Qingyanghuan with a smile.

At this moment, Qingyang Huan fell into a kind of epiphany, and the palm technique brought him a new world.

Roar.

The true dragon whimpered in a low voice, and the figure stretched out his finger to his mouth, signaling him not to make a sound.

This ancient xenomorph was greatly displeased, and a fierce light flashed in the two eyes that looked at Qing Yanghuan.

Looking at the purple light rushing into the sky above Qingyang Huan's head, it broke through the clouds and mist among the mountains, and the figure in the green robe bowed his head.

Such a pure and majestic luck shows that this junior of his own family is deeply blessed, and his spirit is surging like an oven.

This is enough, he is satisfied to be able to mention some things for his juniors with a trace of remnant body.

Airplanes!

The green smoke curled, the fragrance between the clouds and mountains began to collapse, the thunder flashed above the void, and the wind was cold.

With the roar of the true dragon, the figure on the cliff began to dissolve.

The blue light flickered, turning into hazy smoke and dust from under his feet, spreading all the way to the top of his head, and when the smoke and dust flooded his head, the figure always smiled.

In the ancestral hall, on the spiritual seats of the gods and lords, among the more than twenty emperor realm gods, one of them flashed with dazzling blue light, and a huge two-winged dragon roared.

Emperor of the Sun.

When all the fog cleared, three ancient seals were revealed on the divine throne.

The sixteen emperors of the Qingyang clan were in charge of the clan department, and during this period, more than 20 emperor realm powerhouses were born, and Emperor Lieyang was one of the emperor realm powerhouses who did not take charge of Qingyang.

The high priest sat in the corner of the ancestral hall, seeing the clouds and mist above gradually dissipating, there was a trace of nervousness in his eyes, the blood incense burned out, and he didn't know if the clan master communicated with a certain ancestor.

In the incense burner on the offering table, the three remaining blood incense sparks were faint, and the cigarettes released began to collapse, and it was difficult to condense together.

Finally, after dozens of breaths, the three blood incense sticks were completely burned out, and when the last wisp of cigarette smoke dispersed in the sky, all the illusions in the ancestral hall flashed into the air.

Qingyang Huan's figure clearly appeared under the shrine.

Seeing that Qingyang Huan had no intention of waking up, the high priest breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and quietly withdrew from the ancestral hall.

Waiting like this is a day and a night, Qingyang Huan stood in the ancestral hall without moving, his body was full of purple light, and his luck was coming.

At night, behind the source of the Haoyuan Divine Sunfall, a faint meteorite hung in the air, and a cold breath sprinkled all over the ancient earth.

Airplanes!

The silent Qingyang Huan's body trembled slightly, and a wave of purple light turned into ripples, spreading in all directions with him as the center.

Boom!

There was a sonorous sound, and suddenly the heaven and earth ten thousand paths that were wandering inside and outside the ancient city were summoned, manifesting a clear trajectory and falling down.

Standing in the ancestral hall, Qingyang Huan held it in the air, and an invisible big hand in the sky outside the ancestral hall was like a heavenly craftsman, pinching the ten thousand Dao rails in the palm of his hand.

The aura of ten thousand ways to oneness burst out, and for a while, this momentum began to spread towards the outside of the ancient city of Wan, spreading to the depths of the territory.

Countless warriors felt this tolerance and couldn't help but bow down. 、

Airplanes!

However, in an instant, this kind of power suddenly flipped, and the blazing heat swept through the heavens and the earth, and the warriors who were shrouded by this momentum, up to the royal realm, down to the ordinary martial artists, all felt that their bodies were about to be assimilated.

Boom!

In the ancestral hall, accompanied by Qingyang Huan's fist, a wisp of killing burst out from the ten thousand paths, dazzling as the vast sun.

This blow almost pierced through tens of thousands of miles of heaven and earth, straight into the sky, tearing open the sky above the Guiru World, revealing the ancient starry sky.

The stars are eclipsed, and the heavens and the earth are darkened.

The fist contains the killing in the ten thousand ways of heaven and earth, and the ten thousand ways are like smoke, eternal and immortal.

At the last moment, Qingyang Huan retracted his hand, and the martial artists who surrounded tens of thousands of miles outside the ancient city of Wancheng were drastically consumed one by one and collapsed to the ground.

The eternal killing light that burst out from the Ten Thousand Paths pierced through their spiritual world.

In the ancestral hall, the humane purple qi on his body gradually dissipated, and Qingyang Huan raised his head and looked at the shrine above, and saluted respectfully.

Airplanes!

In the cage of Emperor Lieyang, a ray of blue light flashed away, and there was a vague and hazy figure on his chin.

Restrained the qi, Qingyang Huan stepped forward, and the power on his body was once again contained by an inclusive and mellow atmosphere.

Only this time, under the mellow aura, there is a hideous killing lingering.

......

A day later.

"Come with me. ”

"We are not your slaves. ”

The Liuyun Fairy stared at Qingyang Huan deadly, eager to crush his bones and scatter ashes.

Qingyang Huan turned a blind eye to the protest of the Liuyun Fairy, and the figure disappeared into Haoyuan, and the Liuyun Tassel glanced at each other, and couldn't help but stomp his feet in hatred and followed.

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