"My life is in my absence?"

Qing Ji stared at the seven runes, his heartstrings shook violently, and he wanted to stop.

Although it was expected, when the long-awaited Yanhuang Huaxia script really appeared in front of me again. The homesickness that has been depressed in the chest is about to erupt.

However, in the next moment, the magnificent aura contained in the seven-character pattern seemed to descend from heaven. The mountains and seas were overwhelming, the wind and thunder were mighty, and they pressed down towards Qingji.

No!

If it is more accurate to say, this breath is like a mountain rather than a mountain, and like a sea rather than a sea. Like the wind is not the wind, like thunder is not thunder.

Mountains and seas are not enough to describe its momentum, and wind and thunder are not enough to strengthen its voice.

It has transcended the majesty of the heavenly way of landslides, tsunamis, thunder and wind, and is no longer bound by any regular forces in the heavens and the world.

Alone, the only one. Freedom and freedom, courage and freedom.

Thundered!

This breath inescapably bombarded the top of Qingji's head. It made him stagger and almost pounce.

Qingji's eyes burst out with unprecedented brilliance.

In the Void Continent of today's world, Qingji doesn't know if anyone still knows the seven Yanhuang characters of "My life is in my absence".

But what is certain is that there will never be more people who are more confused and eager to feel the same feelings than he is with these seven words.

Unless, like him, that person also crossed the endless galaxy after the death of his life, and descended strangely and inexplicably on the Void Continent.

Coming back from the dead is sure to make everyone happy.

But when his own fate is life and death, he is actually controlled and pulled by an unknown mysterious force.

Even if it is the so-called "Mandate of Heaven" that is often worshiped and revered by all beings in the secular world, it is the dominant power.

It is also impossible to succumb to the true martial artists who aspire to the pinnacle of martial arts, and it is impossible to stop the vigilant inquiry and struggle to resist the heart that they germinate.

Qingji is because of his personal experience, so the seven runes of "My life is in my absence" appeared. It was like spring thunder, and it exploded in the depths of his heart.

aroused a strong resonance that had been buried in his heart for a long time and had to fight against "heaven".

It's just that Qingji also deeply understands that such a heroic ambition is really to be done, but it is not easy to say.

At the very least, he must become a great person like the Xuanqi Holy Ancestor Taijia Zhenren, who overturned the Eight Desolations and looked down on the Liuhe.

It even has to be more powerful than Taijia Zhenren and Xuanqi Holy Ancestor, and even comparable to the supreme divine existence of the Three Ancient Emperors of the Human Race and the Heavenly Sword Blood Emperor Qing Chiyin.

Only in this way can it be possible to win the "sky" with people and truly take their own destiny into their own hands.

This is really a long way for the current Qingji, how far away.

However, the heart is firm and persevering. You can go straight on the avenue and don't have to think about anything else.

"Qingji, as seen by this seat. Although the nine runes in your body have a lot to do with Taijia Zhenren, it is difficult to say whether it is the inheritance of the exercises he left behind. ”

The red-robed man quietly looked at the beast-skinned boy whose expression changed because of the turmoil in his heart.

Without waiting for Qingji to answer, the red-robed man muttered to himself again

"Seven Runes...... Nine Runes...... If the Buddha-figure of this seat is here, he should be able to see the clues. As for this seat, there is not much power left now, but it is difficult to deduce and judge it anymore......"

As he spoke, the red-robed man's eyes flashed.

I saw that the seven brilliant runes of "My life is in my absence" immediately turned from reality to nothingness, turned into phantoms again, and flew back into his eyes.

At the same time, the red-robed man's entire body darkened slightly.

Obviously, condensing those seven mysterious runes that had killed all sides in ancient times and amazed them for a lifetime was an extremely huge loss for the red-robed people whose martial arts cultivation was unfathomable.

"Qingji, these nine runes don't matter what their origin is. For you now, it's a great martial arts opportunity.

The power of the Occult that has just evolved on this seat can awaken them. Then when you go to the clan martial hall in the future, you might as well take a closer look at the broken stone tablet in front of the martial hall.

Although the inheritance of the power hidden on the stele has been obtained by Qing Ah Er, it is impossible for you to comprehend the power of Xuan Qi again.

However, the little power impregnated by the monument itself is the true power of the Xuanqi Holy Ancestor when his martial arts cultivation was at its peak, and it is not comparable to the power of deduction and imitation just now.

It should help you reactivate the nine runes in your body, and then see what kind of mystical changes will occur. ”

"Well, that's the end of today's business. As a child of Chiyin, now that he has regained the resources of the vein system, he must be diligent in martial arts so that he can cherish himself.

Qingji young master, three days later, you and Qing Ah Er came to the Chaoyin Secret Realm, and this seat has other important things to explain. ”

After saying these words, the figure of the red-robed man blurred for a while, and disappeared into the void.

Bang.

With the departure of the red-robed man, the source qi battle platform hanging in the void landed on the ground as if it were substance, and then exploded and turned into nothing.

"Impossible! Qing Ah Er, how can you win against me, this waste? This is not true! This must not be true! ”

The source qi was dissipated, and Qing Muyang, who was originally curled up like a dog and fell down with the battle platform, suddenly jumped up and yelled hoarsely at Qing A'er, who was more than ten feet away.

Qing Ah Er didn't seem to notice his existence at all. Looking up at the void, looking at the direction of the red-robed man's departure,

"Qing Ah Er! You lowly thing! Waste is always waste! How could you possibly have the sword technique to defeat my Qing Muyang?

How could you hide from the Five Aggregates Divine Cone Secret Technique created by Lord Zu himself? And how can your soul and state of mind not be completely affected by my 'Yin Treasure Fan'?

No way! No way!

Even a powerhouse in the Yuan Venerable Realm would never be able to do it!

Even if Lord Feiyang is in the Flying Heaven Realm, he may not be able to do it!

Qing Ah Er! You must have practiced the ancient evil skills. No! You must have been possessed by the remnants of the soul of an ancient demon.

You, you have turned into an evil demon, and you are not a child of my Qing clan! ”

"Qing Ah Er! Why don't you speak? Looks like my guess was correct! Aha! Even if you turn into an evil demon, I, Qing Muyang, are not afraid.

That one just now doesn't count! Qing Ah Er, there is a kind of let's fight again!

This time, I Qing Muyang will never show mercy to my subordinates again. We must eradicate the evil spirits and uphold the family style! ”

Qing Muyang's face was mottled with blood, and he rushed towards Qing A'er like crazy.

"Enough!"

Not far away, the first ancestor of Taishang Qing Tanhua snorted coldly. Qing Muyang's body flew out upside down and fell to Qing Hansha and the others.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Tanhua flicked her fingers.

I saw a crescent-shaped purple air current, which instantly submerged into Qing Muyang's lower abdomen.

The next moment, Qing Muyang's belly seemed to have a small beast running in wanton conflict.

Knocked his lower abdomen east and west, arched like the size of a leather ball. Then he sneered again, and quickly dried up.

"Ahh No! No! My cultivation! My cultivation! ”。

Qing Muyang rolled all over the ground and screamed fiercely, but he couldn't stop it from happening.

Gradually, his movements became slower and weaker. Finally, his limbs twitched, and the whole person collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed.