"No, I can't calculate it, I can't calculate it at all."

"It's weird, it's really weird, I can't figure it out if it can be transformed from the innate level, that's it, it's beyond the scope of fate."

"But this kid's luck is foggy, as if it broke a long time ago, and then he was picked up again, like some powerful monk who changed his life against the sky, or once swam in the River Styx."

After calculating the tea, the old man put down his hands in a dejected manner.

"Senior brother laughed, it is not a simple matter to change one's life against the sky, the impact caused is enough to shake the origin of the world, how can you and I not feel it."

"As for traveling through the River Styx, hehe, how can a living being enter the River Styx."

The young man shook his head in dismay.

With his eyes closed, the old man fell into deep thought: "Can intensify the afterimage of the Star Monarch and change his fate, could it be that this kid has a killing thing handed down from ancient times?" ”

Killing things are hoodoos, containing strange and strange powers, and if they are not obtained by those who are destined, even if they have an infinite lifespan, they will be killed.

Only those who are destined to obtain it can have the power to change their fate.

"Ancient Killer, Senior Brother, are you sure?"

The young monk was startled and immediately confirmed.

"I'm not sure, it's just a guess."

"But even if it's a guess, junior brother, you don't have too much curiosity, no one has secrets, be careful to put yourself on it."

The old man smiled, saw the curiosity on the young monk's face, and reminded him.

"I'm not tired of being crooked, I know how to measure."

Hearing this, the young man nodded, and the curiosity on his face also retracted.

At this moment, the aura on Jing Qing's body suddenly changed, and the masculine aura that rushed to the sky disturbed the clouds in the sky.

"Huh", both of them looked solemn, gathered their spiritual senses, and probed towards Jingqing.

After an instant, both of them were shocked at the same time, only to feel that their spiritual senses, as soon as they approached that area, were swallowed by an unknown force.

Strangely, this force is only within a certain range and has no effect on the outside world.

Immediately retracting the remaining spiritual consciousness outside the area, the young monk said to the old man with a solemn face of yin and yang jade pendant: "What a strange power, that heaven and earth, it seems that it is completely isolated, and any 'thing' that enters will be assimilated. ”

"It's not a supernatural power, it's a 'world'!"

The old man shook his head to deny the other party's speculation, and his spiritual sense circled around the measured area, and he forcibly endured the horror in his heart, and said, "That is a realm, and the law of the Great Dao implied in it should be related to soul thoughts. ”

"All the soul consciousness that enters will inevitably be affected by the way of heaven and earth implied in it, and be manipulated."

"It's no wonder that Yangwen will be subdued by the power of Xingjun, I'm afraid that the consciousness of heaven and earth contained in Yangwen has long been erased by the law, and what remains is just a shell."

"This kind of magical law, insight into the core origin of soul consciousness, the level is far higher than you and I can imagine, it can accommodate such a world, it is definitely a forbidden thing in ancient times, and it is obtained by my disciples, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse."

The old man's thoughts were restless, and he even had some fear in his heart.

The power in front of him contained a mystery beyond what he could comprehend.

So much so that only guesswork can be relied upon to explain the mystery.

But one thing he can be sure of is that the core of this power must go straight to the root of the Great Dao Law, and it is a power that is enough to judge life and death.

"Of course it's a blessing, if you can kill things, you are destined to be a person."

"In this way, this kid's portrayal of Yang Wen and transformation of innate spirit bones will inevitably succeed."

"This kind of talent and beauty is the blessing of the sect, and it must be a good life."

After listening to the old man's words, the young monk didn't think much about it, but his eyes narrowed into slits, and he smiled: "When this kid completely comprehends this power in his body, I'm afraid that the cultivation realm will immediately surpass us?" ”

"Tsk, it's such a big opportunity, one step to the sky, in comparison, my tens of thousands of years of cultivation are like feeding dogs."

The old man also calmed down immediately, and his eyebrows and eyes revealed three points of joy: "That's right, but speaking of which, in our three generations, there are many people who like to stir up trouble and cause trouble, and none of them seem to be good at teaching." ”

"Then choose from the juniors, famous teachers may not produce high disciples, and teaching disciples may not necessarily have to find strong cultivators, it is better to be suitable."

The young monk waved his sleeves and said categorically: "I will immediately return to the Xuanjie of the sect and start this matter, and by the way, I will bring a few more Yuanyang dragon veins to lay the foundation for it, senior brother, you will take care of it for me for the time being, and you must not let the yang qi be insufficient." ”

Before the words fell, he couldn't wait to pass through the air and disappear into this world.

"Senior brother, go with peace of mind."

The Yin Yang Jade Pendant fell straight down and rushed into the Yang Sea Spring, attracting Yang Qi within a radius of 100,000 miles.

A moment later, near the spring, Jingqing's entire body was covered with a strong pure yang qi for hundreds of miles.

Day and night, without the need for the sun, all the light shines, and all the darkness and obscurity are expelled by the boundless light.

This kind of scene is naturally caused by the fact that there are powerful monks who jointly perform magic in the nine heavens and nine earths.

The masculine divine inscription painted by heaven and earth is engraved on Jingqing's right arm bone, and the supernatural power is spontaneous, continuously gathering and absorbing yang energy, casting its own origin body.

The spirit of Jing Qing's whole body, also attracted by the supernatural powers, was like a moth to a fire, close to Yangwen.

The closer he got, the more the incandescent energy like the sun surged, almost burning his soul and breaking his consciousness.

If it weren't for the cool power that emerged from his left eye, as well as the formation formed by the seven star monarchs, which kept him awake, he was afraid that he would have been completely ruined.

Time passed, until a bit of yang essence came out of nowhere, pouring into the positive divine text in his right arm.

This kind of yang power, which is higher than the ordinary yang energy, has made a similar change in Yangwen, no longer as hot and masculine as it was at the beginning, but exudes a deep and heavy feeling, like a spring breeze, and it seems to have enough foundation.

Immeasurable light envelops the soul.

The injuries suffered some time ago have also gradually healed and even grown stronger under the nourishment of light.

Although he didn't understand what was happening, the crisis had passed, and Jing Qing was out of his state of confusion, regaining his consciousness and observing the surrounding scene with full attention.

"Where is this?"

In the world of light, there is nothing but light.

Looking around blankly, after a while, Jing Qing suddenly sensed that in the distance, a familiar cold aura erupted.

"It's the power of the left eye."

Without hesitation, the spiritual consciousness locked on that bit of cold aura, and he took it as his goal and hurried there.

I don't know how long it took, a blood-colored light entangled with pure white yang qi suddenly appeared in front of Jing Qing's eyes.

Below the Xuanguang, there was a milky white, strange and complicated rune, but it was wrapped in blood light, and it was not real.

The blood-colored light continued to gather and disperse, and there were seven phantoms standing above, light and fluttering, which seemed to be unstable, but they were steadily suppressing the runes.

The entangled pure white yang qi was also strange, and there were several fine scale armors on the body surface, similar to beasts.

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