Rumble!

really fell into those tens of millions of sword canons, and Jing Qing knew how terrifying these classics were transformed by the hard work and spirit of the world's strongest people.

As if surrounded and killed by countless masters, all kinds of weird, smart, strong, domineering, and calm spiritual momentum came out from the sword-shaped stone pillars, rushing to the face, and throwing into the sea of spiritual knowledge.

Suddenly, the body became stiff.

Those masters from all eras, the remaining spirits and spirits are really terrifying, and they collide like a flood, and finally turn into strange monsters and rush towards Jingqing.

Involuntarily, the breath like a mountain torrent surged, and Jingqing continued to retreat with the fluctuation of momentum, and was gradually suppressed.

"Illusion? Or is this the power of momentum? “

"I can't continue like this, I must resist, otherwise, under the suppression of these momentum, I will lose my mind, lose myself, and become a madman!"

The fear born of momentum in his heart constantly hit Jingqing's mind.

Knowing that he had no way to retreat, after a while, Jing Qing took a deep breath and launched a counterattack.

The eight runes transformed by the Great Zhou Heavenly Sword Technique shook violently in the sea of consciousness, and the virtual image of the Ouroboros Heavenly Pattern was also roaring wildly, fighting against the ubiquitous master momentum.

Stabilize the body, between life and death, Jing Qing's consciousness, spirit, and spirit all climbed to the peak at a certain moment.

A thin veil made of sixth-order Soul Devouring Rat fur slowly floated down from his right arm.

This was the first time he met Changlong that day, and the treasure he gave him could seal most of the strength of his right arm, preventing the spirit bone from being transformed by the positive divine text, and if he used too much force, he would be shocked to death.

However, at the juncture of life and death crisis, this is also an extremely strong hole card.

As soon as the rat skin fell, the scorching and dazzling brilliance immediately bloomed from the skeleton of the right arm, spontaneously leaving the body, and the artistic conception of pure yang was also stimulated under the guidance of this pure yang power.

Pure Yang Artistic Conception, the source of some Yang attribute artistic conceptions, although the momentum existing in this Sword Mansion is complicated, but at least half of it, the nature is masculine, and the origin belongs to Pure Yang.

Although Jing Qing does not have a deep understanding of the artistic conception closest to the origin of the Great Dao, the source is the source.

A trickle can still suppress the outbreak of the torrent.

At this moment, under Jingqing's feet, there seemed to be an extra boat. Although it is still shaky, it also has a barrier to rely on, and it is no longer defenseless.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Jing Qing maintained his balance in the turbulent waves where the momentum converged.

"It's still not good, although the crisis has been stabilized for the time being, my own strength is not endless, and I can't maintain the pure yang artistic conception for a long time and block these momentum waves."

"But what if I become part of the waves?"

The divine light of his right arm burst out one after another, and his body was under the pressure brought by Yang Wen, and he felt a faint pain.

Jing Qing frowned, boldly spread out his spiritual sense, endured the pressure brought by the outside world, and sensed the balance hidden in these seemingly chaotic momentum.

"Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour......"

Finally, among the thousands of sword pillars, Jing Qing suddenly moved.

The figure flashed continuously, turning into a vague phantom, and in every gesture, it was like a swimming fish, swimming lightly in the waves.

Although it was a little jerky at first, it soon became extremely proficient, and completely mastered the rhythm and flow of those momentum.

"Looks like we can go further!"

As soon as his mind moved, Jingqing was no longer satisfied with the integration of the crowd, but was anti-customer-oriented, trying to use his own ideas to lead and control this thousands of momentum.

"Seeking the law of all things in the world and controlling it with God, isn't this the method of guiding the situation that I have seen in the book?"

"It is said that the Jindan period communicates the aura of heaven and earth, and the supernatural powers that control heaven and earth in the Yuan infant period are all derived from this method on the basis of this method."

Standing firmly in the center of dozens of sword pillars, the majestic momentum of the four directions was all mastered by Jing Qing, forming a balance.

It's like a flood wave, when it encounters a wide river, no matter how unruly it is, it can only obediently follow the prescribed route.

The Way of Guidance, at least in this area, he was able to use it with ease.

For a while, he was so excited that he looked up to the sky and roared.

"This kid, his understanding is really amazing, I think that after ten years, he will almost enter the golden pill, hehe, a monk who is beyond his own level and understands the way of guidance will definitely surprise everyone."

Changlong, who has been in the outside world and is concerned about Jing Qing's safety, looked at Jing Qing who was constantly whistling, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

Swinging the sword, the blue and red sword light intertwined, breaking through the spatial barrier, and the long dragon stepped in with one foot, and disappeared.

In the Sword Mansion, at the moment when Changlong left, Jing Qing's left eye turned blood red uncontrollably, a magma-like hot feeling, which made Jing Qing's heart thump.

In the distance, there seemed to be something in the temple that was attracting him.

But soon, this strange feeling was washed away.

Like a giant whale absorbing water, his left eye shook, his blood swirled, and the spiritual momentum that overflowed from the sword pillar easily turned into a rolling stream and poured into it.

For a while, Jing Qing's spiritual power decreased sharply.

Less than half of the spiritual power, which was already due to the artistic conception, was wiped out in just half a quarter of an hour.

The blood-colored left eye dissipated automatically.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

A large amount of pure soul power was extracted and poured into the divine soul.

It was as if the heart was beating, and the soul that existed in the void was constantly expanding, making a dark sound of agitation, and undergoing an astonishing metamorphosis.

The whole body is full of energy, and the mind is even clearer and incredible.

Jing Qing's mind was running wildly at the speed of the limit, and a wonderful feeling came to his heart, and his soul seemed to have fallen into a fantasy realm, experiencing countless strange and broken fragments.

An old man, with a slender broken sword stuck in his sideburns, stood in the nine skies, his fingers were vast and high.

Immediately, the broken sword roared, and without warning, the peak of Wanzhang soared into the sky, staying in the air forever, forming a floating island.

A woman, holding a double-edged short sword, danced among the herd of ten thousand beasts, dancing lightly, looking forward to the city, like a dream.

Even if it was a spirit beast, it was dumbfounded, and after a dance, thousands of heavenly ghosts and witches flew out of the sword, and in a short moment, the soul of ten thousand beasts was completely devoured.

A strong man with his head high, holding a ten-zhang giant sword, rushed to kill in the River of Life and Death, domineering.

Wherever the giant sword passed, hundreds of millions of yin ghosts turned into nothingness, and the head of the thousand zhang yin dragon was broken in two, and the ghost king with shocking spells could only die of hatred.

The emaciated boy, carrying a long sword, walked through the cracks in space, and the devastating power in the gray space was like a breeze, which could only blow the corners of his clothes.

Suddenly, the behemoth beast with horns on its head waved its claws, tore through the spatial barriers, and rushed towards the boy.

A sword stabbed out, and the young man's head did not return, and the giant beast had already been cut in two by the extremely sharp sword light, and the sharp claws and horns were also like tofu, turning into smoke and dust.

Cultivators, heavenly demons, demon spirits, demon gods, and divine beasts.

……

The protagonist changes, one after another, constantly playing in the soul.

Jing Qing covered his head in pain, there were many details in these scenes, which were greatly beyond his comprehension, and if he continued, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Hold the yuan and keep one, focus on yourself, and don't be attracted by these clips."

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared.