At this moment, Ling Haochu's vitality completely dissipated, except for his eyes, which were bright and abnormal, but in this brightness. But there was a dead indifference, this kind of gaze, falling in Tang Shanhong's eyes, but it made him feel shocked in his heart!

"What kind of gaze is this, even if it is a cultivated demonic path, it is absolutely impossible to have this kind of gaze. ”

"God Killing Fist!" Ling Haochu said lightly.

The god-killing fist is the second type of supernatural power inherited by the White Tiger, which is extremely powerful, and there is a monstrous killing intent gathered in it, and those who do not have its demeanor cannot learn it.

Because of this, this style needs to be used at will only after reaching the spiritual platform!

A punch was pointed, and at the same time, the sky darkened in an instant, and thunder suddenly appeared. Across the sky, at the same time, the entire sky, as if someone had been pushed aside with one hand, a huge landscape painting scroll, appeared across the sky.

This fist divine fist evoked Ling Haochu's artistic conception supernatural powers, bursts of gray gas, from the sky curtain madly spread out, at an unimaginable speed, fused with each other, forming a gray gas, conjuring out of a god-killing fist! "The artistic conception of life and death!" The surrounding monks, someone suddenly exclaimed.

At this moment, all the monks' eyes fell on Ling Haochu.

The two god-killing fists were extremely fast, and in an instant, they were heading towards Tangshan Hongdian.

Tang Shanhong's eyes were full of war, and he smiled. With a shake of his body, his hands were raised, and in the palms of his hands, two golden rays of light in the shape of a crescent moon flashed.

At the moment when the God-killing Fist landed on him, he caught the simultaneous attacks from Ling Haochu's small fist and the fist transformed by the artistic conception of reincarnation.

There was an earth-shattering bang, and in an instant, from outside Tang Shanhong's body, there was a crazy echo, the sky seemed to be ravaged by a hurricane, and the artistic conception of reincarnation suddenly dissipated.

Ling Haochu's body stepped back dozens of zhang, and then retreated a hundred zhang, spurting out a mouthful of blood. The spiritual power in his body was completely chaotic, he looked up at Tang Shanhong, and said gloomily: "I, abstain!"

Looking at Tang Shanhong again, his expression was as usual at the moment. Retracted his arms, glanced at Ling Haochu indifferently, the battle intent in his eyes was not only not less, but even stronger, he said in a deep voice: "After your Lingtai, you and I will fight again!"

He took a deep breath and suppressed the spiritual power of the riot in his body. Ling Haochu's punch was completely complete and beyond Tang Shanhong's expectations! If it weren't for the adventure before he came back, his cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Lingtai. Otherwise, even if you can take the punch. It's bound to hurt too!

Di Xuanzi glanced at Ling Haochu, the color of appreciation in his eyes was even stronger, and he smiled slightly: "You two belong to the same purple lineage, both are teachers and disciples, don't be jealous of each other, today, Tang Shanhong, you win." It is the first vein of the purple lineage, the one who is the seventh son of Ziyun!"

As he spoke, Di Xuanzi was a little brow-centered, and suddenly, a crystal clear, shimmering purple spar. From his forehead, it slowly flew out and fell into the hands of Di Xuanzi.

With a flick of him, the spar immediately turned into a purple rainbow, flew directly in front of Tang Shanhong, and quickly merged into his eyebrows.

"It's not the first time you've won the title of Purple Cloud Seventh Son, feel it for yourself!" Di Xuanzi said slowly.

Tang Shanhong took a deep breath, bowed deeply to Di Xuanzi, and said respectfully: "Disciple, thank you!"

Di Xuanzi nodded, and then his eyes swept and fell on the monks around him, he clenched his fists and said gently: "Everyone, the old man has a long life." Today, it is over, but you have, if there is nothing important, I hope that I will rest in my Purple Cloud Sect for a few more days, and we will discuss the Tao with each other and confirm the Dao fruit with each other!"

The monks around them spoke politely, but most of them did not stop and dispersed. All of a sudden, outside the entire Purple Cloud Sect, tens of thousands of Changhong Dao Dao Rainbows rose up in an instant, flying away from afar.

The Western Heaven Sword Demon smiled at this moment. As soon as his body moved, he stepped out of ten zhang, and the whole person turned into a sword ray, flying towards the sky, far away. This person's words came: "Old Ziyun, according to your and my promises, in three months, you will choose the person to enter the East China Sea Demon Spirit Gate!"

Di Xuanzi's eyes froze, nodded slightly, and then looked at Ling Haochu, and said: "Ling Haochu, you come with me to worship the ancestral spirit, and then pass on your forbidden magic power to the teacher, and give you the natal magic weapon, from now on, you are my Di Xuanzi, a real disciple!"

Ling Haochu respectfully said yes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Only after becoming a true disciple of Di Xuanzi and worshipping the ancestral spirit, can you have an opportunity that countless people are fascinated by to learn the forbidden magic power that Di Xuanzi imitated from the immortal arts!

Di Xuanzi flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a large number of colorful auspicious clouds suddenly appeared from nothingness, rolled up beside Ling Haochu, and took Ling Haochu directly into a cloud trail, and walked away in a flash.

The wind and clouds filled the sky, the blue sky paved the way, and he was in the colorful clouds, Ling Haochu looked down, but when he saw the mountains and rivers, he flashed under his feet in an instant.

After a few breaths, the colorful auspicious clouds jumped over the various branches of the Purple Cloud Sect and appeared at the mountain gate of the General Sect.

In front of Ling Haochu, there was a world that was several times more dazzling than the fairyland, with three towering peaks that reached into the clouds, like the fingers of the heavens, standing between heaven and earth.

These three giant peaks, one of them, is snow-white, and the sunlight on it flickered, and suddenly emitted ten thousand crystal rays, which were connected into one piece, and immediately gave people a sense of dizziness.

On top of this peak, there are several places of verdant greenery, and under the embellishment, it shows its magnificent color.

This mountain has no road, the whole body is snow-white, this snow is the cold of the nine shades that does not melt for 100,000 years, mortals do not say touch, even if they are within a thousand feet, they will immediately be frozen flesh and blood, and become ice corpses.

Ling Hao was in the colorful auspicious clouds at the beginning, and he clearly felt the slightest bit of coldness, constantly wandering and flowing outside the auspicious clouds.

The three peaks, except for one of which is snow-white, are all black!

This kind of blackness, compared with the snow-white peak in it, suddenly gives people an extremely strong sense of impact. Patches of black snowflakes slowly fell on these two side peaks, as if there was no end.

From a distance, the scene in front of me does not seem to be real, but as if someone has painted an earth-shattering black and white landscape painting here with heaven and earth as a curtain.

Ling Haochu took a deep look at the place where the Purple Cloud Sect was headquartered, and the shock from the beginning gradually calmed down.

Di Xuanzi flicked his sleeves, and the colorful auspicious clouds around the two of them suddenly dissipated. As soon as this cloud dispersed, the cold air immediately roared wildly, and it continued to invade outside Ling Haochu's body.

Ling Haochu's expression was as usual, and as soon as the immortal power in his body turned, a layer of white halo immediately appeared outside his body, and the cold air around him spread to the halo, and immediately disappeared without a trace.

Di Xuanzi put his hands behind his back, looked at the three peaks in the distance, and said gently: "Ling Haochu, how is this place?"

Ling Haochu was silent for a while, and said slowly: "The cold atmosphere here is pressing, but it is a wonderful place to cultivate the Yin and Cold attribute exercises. ”

Di Xuanzi smiled slightly and said, "That's it?"

Ling Haochu bowed his head and said respectfully: "The disciple doesn't have much knowledge, so I can't see any clues.

Di Xuanzi shook his head, looked at Ling Haochu with a smile, and said: "If you can tell the clues of this place, when you will be taught the forbidden magic power in a while, the teacher can make an exception and let you choose, instead of other disciples, I will specify the forbidden law." Ling Haochu, can you be tempted?"

Ling Haochu raised his head, looked at Di Xuanzi, showed a gentle look on his face, and said, "The master has a life, and the disciple dare not obey!"

He pointed to the black mountain peak on the left side with his right hand and said: "This peak is pitch black all over, even the snow that falls on it is also black, but this black snow is not cold, compared with the white snow of the middle peak, there is a strange atmosphere." ”

(End of chapter)