This was beyond the speed of the change of thinking, and Yan Daoshi was killed by the sword before he could even change his expression. Fujian Jiuyang is still in his hands, and the tall and strong body is still there, but he is really dead. His death was innocent, even absurd.

Luo Qing didn't blink, and kept staring at what was happening until the other six Yang leaders landed.

"The vibration has swept your feet. It's amazing!"

In fact, it is inaccurate to refer to the Seven Star Fortune Sword as a "Fortune Sword". Although it condenses the vitality of heaven and earth, uses essence and blood as the skeleton, and turns into truth, it is still a talisman after all. Since it is a talisman, there is naturally a feeling that the spirit should be stimulated. Just now, the spirit was shaken, the emptiness was opened, and the spirit should be parallel. The feeling is unprecedented, and it's truly refreshing.

Luo Qing knew the taste by eating the bone marrow and wanted to try another sign.

But this time, the mood suddenly relaxed, the heavy tiredness suddenly lowered the head, and the feeling of weakness had swept over the whole body. Luo Qing grabbed the tip of his tongue. The wound he left from the blood sprayed on the Seven Star Rune Sword was still there. His scorching pain made him shiver, and his drowsiness subsided.

This place is not safe. Luo Qing reminded himself that he had climbed up with difficulty, staggering towards the incomplete Yan Dao man ten feet away.

I don't know when, it started to drizzle in the forest, and the rain weighed down the raging wildfires and the smoke billowed out. Coolness penetrates the skin of the whole body, and the drowsiness disappears further.

As soon as he took two steps, Daoist Yan's headless body collapsed and smashed on the damp soil.

Before walking towards the mutilated corpse, Luo was still in a trance. A legendary monk was killed by him?

Of course, purely based on facts, Luo Qing didn't think it was luck. From beginning to end, he and Daoist Yan had only five to five in their grasp of life and death, but he was more familiar with the choice of this type of gambling, while Daoist Yan did not have this ability and should be killed here.

He just felt that Yan Daoguan was weaker than he thought.

In war, the biggest threat to him was naturally the way Yan Daochang finally sent the sword from a distance. It does have the power of the monk's imagination. Other things, such as sharper induction, better fencing, and deeper achievement, make no essential difference.

With such a question, Luo Qing lowered his head and saw that the nine Yang Tiger Swords that had made him suffer were lying in the muddy water. The red glow was almost extinguished, but as he approached, he still felt a different heat in the air outside.

"Is this a sword?" Luo Qing picked up Fu Jian and held it in his hand. To his surprise, this extremely sharp Fujian Jiuyang turned out to be made of wood, only a foot long. No wonder it looks like a short stick from a distance. The sword body is engraved with countless dark red lines, with a cinnabar-like spirit, almost covering the original material color of the sword body.

Waved it twice carelessly, and the air made a whooping cough-like sound, without any sharp surprises, infused with true qi, triggering the burning red light that he saw last night, but the sword was still not as sharp as the one in Yan Daoren's hand, although there was the sound of a golden blade splitting the wind.

Is this a difference in the realm? Luo Qing didn't care, and began to rummage through Daoist Yan's corpse to see if there was any treasure on this person.

The results were strange.

"No... Nothing?"

After searching for a long time, he found nothing. Not only does it have no treasures, but it has nothing to do with everything it needs to go out for a walk. It seems that apart from a Hokkien person and a set of clothes that covered his body, the murderer was completely destitute, which is obviously impossible!

Luo Qing doesn't think he is rich, but when he lives outside, he always carries some ordinary things with him, which have been accumulated over many years and are very small in scale. The treasure bag under his waist was full all year round. The person who pushes himself and others to walk the rivers and lakes should be the same. It happened that Daoist Yan was very clean. Unless he is truly isolated from the world and takes off his clothes, he will come and go without care.

No way. Yan Dao people entered the herbalist in the name of picking agave. Didn't he prepare a stone box?

Grasping this unreasonable point, Luo Qing was not frustrated at all, but his eyes were like a moment, sweeping over and over again Yan Daoguan.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the little finger of Yan Daoren's left hand.

There is a black line around the base of the finger, like a ring. For some reason, when Luo Qing's eyes touched the ring, there seemed to be a sound of "Du" in his brain, as if two forces had collided, although faint, but also clear.

What is that?

With this thought, Luo Qing bent down and pulled out the ring and placed it in front of him to observe.

The feeling of finger touch is very common, and under careful observation, the materials and workmanship of the production are not strange, but Luo Qing has such a feeling that the ring is just a shell, as if it is wrapped in something.

"Perhaps, peel it off?"

With this ridiculous idea, Luo Qing held it in his hand. Of course, he didn't exert his powers, but the touch in his hand was so real that the size and shape of the ring were reflected in his mind, and it was very subtle.

Then, something wonderful happened.

I don't know where a small hammer came from, and it slammed. It's really like breaking a layer of eggshell. The image of the ring in my mind suddenly shattered. Then, Luo Qing's mind was filled with many things. It was full, and seemed to fill the entire room.

He was suddenly in shock, and the overflowing sensation shifted from his mind to his heart. At that moment, his palms seemed to be swollen. What he held in his hand was not a small ring, but a house full of miscellaneous items.

Luo Qing took a deep breath and completely understood: "Ring of Storage!"

Authentic experiences eventually merge with fragments of memories from the past. Yes, it is legendary that the monks have a wonderful carry-on space, incarnated with Sumeru in mustard seeds. When he was young, he also saw it in Shuangxian, which was almost a beautiful object closely related to the status of a monk.

As soon as the thought of "good things ......" came to mind, Luo Qing suddenly froze, because there was a very real thought that stabbed out obliquely, like a calm sea storm, and the emotions in his heart were surging like a turbulent tide, rushing his mind to sway.

This sentiment deviates from the storage ring itself. He was still holding the ring, and the fullness of the swelling was clearly visible. Objects arranged in layers in the interior space hope that they do not overflow. But these things were completely ignored by him.

In the midst of the heightened emotions of his sanity, he kept his sanity ranting: is it still there, is it still there?

He didn't care about the ring, at least compared to that thing, he really didn't. He just wanted to know, was the "little hammer" that had just come out of the void and smashed the shell of the storage ring still there?

With a "ding", the storage ring slipped off the palm of his hand and hit a protruding rock, far away.

This was done by Luo Qing on purpose. He didn't pick up the ring right away, but stood there for a long time. During this time, he forced himself to forget what he had just felt and remembered, and wished his brain went blank. Then he walked forward step by step, bent down, and picked up the ring again.

Yes, he will try again.

He had trouble breathing, and the hand holding the ring was shaking.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Qing wanted to exert his strength. If he could, he would even break this precious storage ring. However, there is no need to be so troublesome. He had just begun to read aloud in his heart. The ring in his hand vibrated slightly, the amplitude of which was imperceptible. Then, the true sense of fullness transcends the limitations of the body and feeds directly into his mind.

Everything was expected!

Happiness dizziness was spreading, and Luo Qing did everything possible to keep the last bit of sanity and gave the final order.

With a "bang", countless fragments poured down from half of his palm. What is more real than spiritual fulfillment is that there are only real things in front of us, and the clutter conjured out of thin air is piled up in a mountain and placed in front of Luo Qing.

Rich, worthless, useful, useless ... No matter what kind of things are, they are real. What's more, they were pulled out of that wonderful storage ring by Luo Qing's own power.

Luo Qing no longer needs to find any "little hammer", because the hammer is himself. This wonderful power was rooted in his mind and became one with his life. He reads, moves, reads, dies, leaves, like the instinct to breathe.

He remembered the only time a long time ago when a female celestial being from the shade of red described the state of spiritual practice: "To divide knowledge into thoughts, and to turn circles into spirits, is to associate with spirits." “

Yes, only if you are strong and successful. It is only when the mind splits and is reincarnated that the mind recognizes the mind and opens the storage ring.

What does that mean?

This means that they have truly transcended the "three levels of humanity", truly possessed magical powers, and truly entered the realm of "communion with God".

Law felt the blood all over his body gather on his face until his lips went numb. He did his best to control and keep that little reason in his mind alive. Then, he reached out and instead of activating the bronze mirror as God intended, he used his fingers to trace those familiar traces through the void one by one.

With the movement of his fingertips, his heartbeat was suddenly interrupted. At the same time, a wonderful mesmerizing pulse reappeared, and Luo Qing seemed to have added another "self". However, as the heartbeat self-regulates, fainting and heartbeat resonate at an extremely fast rate and eventually merge into one.

There may or may not be a flash in your fingertips, but in Luo Qing's eyes and mind, a world of déjà vu has unfolded.

In the chaos and emptiness, the sky is boundless and pitch black. However, Luo Qing's fingers seemed to have magical powers. Every movement lights up a star and pulls a bright light out of it. It seems to be slow and urgent. Hundreds of stars light up and become bright nodes in the picture of vanity.

Fu Chengling should. In this drizzly weather, a huge blue arc suddenly lit up in a corner of the forest of Mangcang Mountain, piercing the sky and matching the clouds above, like lightning reversal, wonderful and beautiful, followed by rumbling thunder.

A running cardinal five Fu Lei, and then take the time to love all the power. His knees were shaking. He half-leaned over, gasping for air. However, the gasp looked like a wild laugh in his lungs.

The psychic is an invisible wall that is difficult to climb over. This is the starting point for mortals to truly embark on the path to eternal life.

But at this moment, this high wall was thrown in front of Luo Qing, and the ashes were blown away!

"Ahh

In the roar, Luo Qing kicked with one foot, and the pile of rubble in front of him collapsed, and broken debris splashed all around.

This outburst of emotion seemed unjustified, but it did accumulate too much in Luo's heart.

When the long path of life has only a clear goal and years of hard work, it remains out of reach, anxiety is inevitable, hesitation is inevitable, despair is inevitable. Only all this, Luo Qing was forced by his will, supported by his courage to isolate, like a lone wolf, marching on this road that never seemed to have an end in sight.

The pressure never lessened, only deepened. All these years, all these years of accumulation, finally in the joy of today's harvest, in this almost crazy roar, completely exploded.

The same gods and monks have become Luo Qing's latest state. He faces a completely different world!