The afternoon wind was blowing lazily, a few snow-white floating clouds were floating in the blue sky, the sunlight broken between the leaves fell to the ground, and the stars were dotted, and the girl in purple walked leisurely.

Qing Wu looked at the five jade-white pillars standing in front of a clearing, each pillar was carved with a winged phoenix, the difference was that each one had a different shape, one leisurely soaring among the clouds, one looking into the distance with fierce eyes, one domineering overlooking the mountains and rivers, one gently closing his eyes, as if enjoying, and another phoenix with vicissitudes of life in his eyes, indifferent, as if reading all the life. Qingwu paused for a moment, then her eyes became clearer and clearer, and she approached step by step.

There was a depression at the bottom of the five pillars, and Qing Wu took out five Aoki keys, embedded them one by one, and walked to the middle.

The cyan light formed lines and connected them, and after a while, Qing Wu was in a cyan pentagonal space.

Abundant wind spiritual power burst into the entire space, and Qing Wu closed her eyes slightly, the expression on her face calm and peaceful. Under the inner view, the small air mass in the dantian happily circled around, absorbing the wind spiritual power in the air with all his strength, and after about an hour, the small air mass began to struggle, because the spiritual power in the dantian was too strong.

"Qing Wu, quickly condense into water!" A clear and elegant voice suddenly sounded in his mind, Qing Wu was stunned for a moment, this familiar voice・・・・・・ and then the corners of his lips rose slightly.

"Grandpa, you're awake!" was a cold voice with a hint of pleasure that could not be concealed.

"Hmm. Shangguan Hao listened to this voice in the Tianji Tower, his demonic face was full of smiles, and he glanced at the little white tiger and the little unicorn who were looking at him dumbfounded, as well as a little phoenix that had transformed into a shape, and then looked at the dragon that continued to count the gold after he appeared.

Qing Wu settled his mind, and then began to condense his qi into water, which was also very simple, that is, compressing the aura and turning it into a liquid state. This is the characteristic of advancing to the realm of gods, and every time you want to break through, you have to go through this step. It's just that at this time, if you want to quickly absorb spiritual power, you rely on exercises, and if you want to quickly compress spiritual power, you rely on spiritual power. Therefore, as the darling of God, even if he has to shoulder a big responsibility in the future, he has enough golden fingers.

The small air mass in the dantian twisted his body, quite proud and aggrieved. Qing Wutong guò calmed it twice, and then continued to condense into water. The dantian changed when Qing Wu just stepped into the realm of gods, seven lotus flowers centered on the purple thunder lotus, and the other six surrounded the surroundings, each extending a certain field, showing a hexagonal appearance, like a honeycomb, although their heights are different, but also the well water does not violate the river water, every time you look at it, Qing Wu's heart will rise a strange feeling. At this moment, there were cyan raindrops in the dantian, but they only fell around the cyan lotus, and the green lotus gradually rose, and when it no longer rose, the small air mass rolled and stretched down, and began to start happily again.

Qing Wu looked at the small thing in the dantian with the remaining cyan spiritual power around the fire-colored lotus flower on the side, and it didn't take long for the original cyan to be dyed red, until it finally turned into pure fiery red before lying on the little fire lotus as if he was tired.

The expression on Qing Wu's face softened unconsciously, after so many years, the original vigilance had long since disappeared, and now, this little thing is like gold in her heart, she can roll and sell cute.

After a while, Qing Wu exhaled, and now he knew where the boundary of breaking through the second-order divine weapon was. I opened my eyes slightly, and I was momentarily surprised. In front of him is a city, a neatly arranged courtyard, a huge and imposing city lord's mansion, and a square, with five pillars standing high, and the faces of the people walking are gentle, and the smiles are shallow, and it can be seen that this place is quiet and peaceful. Qingwu seems to float above the city and looks down on the whole city, the grass and trees are vigorous, the aura is dense, and the beauty is not like the world.

After a few breaths, this image is replaced by another very contrasting one.

Sparks splashed everywhere, blood covered the sky, and cultivators who kept falling, Qing Wu remembered that in the picture just now, this person gently guided the cultivation of several children. The picture turned again, and the City Lord's Mansion was breached. A white-haired old man jumped into the air and looked at the red-clothed old man opposite, the golden-red flame on his chest seemed to be burning.

Qingwu couldn't hear what they were saying, and she couldn't even read their mouths, but she could feel the resentment and pathos of the white-haired old man, and the two began to fight.

Qing Wu didn't know what realm they were, because they were too powerful, and she saw that every time their attacks collided, the space seemed to be swinging, and black cracks appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

Suddenly, Qing Wu's gaze became more and more focused, the white-haired old man's body shook like a phoenix flying in the sky, the man in red seemed to be stronger but still couldn't really hurt the white-haired old man, and then he suddenly jumped away and flipped his fingers, as if he was about to prepare a big kill. At that moment, Qing Wu's heart lifted slightly, and she seemed to see the cyan phoenix with a sharp gaze raising its claws, resolutely pounced on the man in red, and then the next moment, the space burst open.

The white-haired old man blew himself up.

"Child, do you feel anything?" an old voice suddenly came, Qing Wu's lowered eyes lifted, and looked at a figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, the white-haired old man.

"I'm going to keep myself stronger, strong enough to protect the people and the world I want to protect. I have to say that seeing this scene reminded her of the Fengyun Continent, the ruined cities, and the corpses all over the ground, which made her breathe stagnant, and she would never allow it.

"You, you're stronger than me!" Looking at the firmness and determination in Qing Wu's eyes, as well as the murderous aura that unconsciously overflowed, Feng Qinghe sighed, "Child, my name is Feng Qinghe, and I am the city lord of this city, and after my strength reached a bottleneck, I also stopped thinking and focused on creating a spiritual skill, so I didn't manage the city well, but fortunately, my sons can handle it in an orderly manner, and I am more at ease." The emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally I created a spiritual technique and flew for nine days. But he didn't expect that this spiritual skill would bring the disaster of destroying the city to Qingling City. Flame Valley didn't know where to get the news and came to snatch it. ”

Qing Wu raised his eyebrows after hearing the words "Fire Flame Valley", but the old man was immersed in his memories and did not find it.

"As you can see, I am doomed with him, and now I am nothing more than a remnant of a soul about to dissipate. Staying here is to pass on the Fengxiang Nine Heavens, I spent hundreds of years, and I lost the entire city to complete the spiritual skill, I don't want it to disappear, I waited for so many years, and finally waited for the most suitable person. Kid, you're the purest wind attribute cultivator. ”