Chapter 154: When the dog's legs don't want you
A white breath rose to the sky, and on the rubble of the roof of the main hall, an old man with a white beard, a little like a fairy wind bone.
And He Jianghai had also swept onto the roof, and he glanced at the white-bearded old man opposite.
His person floated slightly, three feet above the ground, if God helped.
"It's kind of interesting."
He Jianghai smiled.
"The supreme cultivation is the realm of true gods, how can mortals understand it! Boy, I miss you as a genius, not for your disobedience, and allow you to worship under my door! ”
Wu Ying looked at the master, and his eyes were obviously extremely displeased.
"Laugh, if you take the initiative to hand over this trick to me, I can consider giving you three months, a probationary period."
He Jianghai still smiled.
Look for death!
Wu Ying looked at the master, and he couldn't suppress it anymore.
As he raised his palm, the entire building of the main hall immediately began to tremble.
In a second, in front of He Jianghai's eyes, a palm several square meters in size had appeared, and its coercion was at least thousands of jun.
Bells and whistles!
He Jianghai thought about it, but he had already stepped forward, and an amazing burst of sound had already occurred.
The impact of the explosion shook the hall under his feet, and the smoke and dust were endless.
There was another rumbling sound, and it was the hall that was collapsing.
The main hall, which was already broken with a big hole, immediately shattered in the southwest corner.
But He Jianghai continued to move forward.
Because a corner collapsed, his angle at the moment was actually looking up at Wu Yingguan Lord.
What's going on?
Countless shocks.
At the moment, He Jianghai, except for his clothes being a little messy, has no impact on his spiritual atmosphere.
Even his expression, facing Wu Yingguan, was obviously overwhelmed by confidence.
"You have to have the capital to pretend to be a ghost, dead old man, I usually hate the guy who is not low-key enough."
He Jianghai stepped forward step by step.
"I'll let you try the real magic again!"
Lord Wu Yingguan was even angrier.
Sword coming!
It chanted the mantra, and the long sword behind its back suddenly rose into the air, and it spun rapidly.
Extremely illusory, all swords, endless swords formed, fell instantly, within a range of more than ten square meters, the sword rained down.
It was all a true aura of cultivation, converging.
The sword is not stopped, and when it is endless, it is facing He Jianghai, and the sword is completely enveloping him, and no one even knows if he can guarantee a complete physical body in this kind of scene.
Is that all? That's enough!
Suddenly, in the midst of the sword, Hong Zhong's voice came out, it was He Jianghai.
His voice was majestic, his momentum was faint, and the so-called sword light did not suppress him at all.
This......
The body trembled at the same time as the voice, and the old Dao, who was floating three feet in the air, obviously looked uneasy.
In an instant, it has left the edge of the main hall, and its speed is amazing, and it is about to stay away from He Jianghai.
"Whether you run or not, I don't have any chance of keeping you alive!"
He Jianghai's voice was even more talkative, and he came out with a word, only letting the Taoist priest sweep out a hundred meters away in front of him.
He picked it at random, and the sword was raining down before, but now the rubble was flying like rain.
It flew out like a fishing net, and the black dot that was still rushing suddenly froze in the air, and then fell, and landed heavily in Wuyingguan, somewhere in the clearing.
He Jianghai just snorted coldly.
What ancient method of cultivation, forging the body, only in terms of combat power, it is very obvious, it is difficult to distinguish what is superior and inferior.
This old man is pretending to be too forced.
He looked back, everyone looked up, and many Taoist priests trembled.
And people from several major families, from all directions, are approaching.
In fact, when the previous hall collapsed, the aura around this Wuying Temple had become extremely messy.
Originally, there may have been a solemn atmosphere, but now there is nothing left.
Its spiritual deterrence to the families is no longer of any effect.
Everyone saw that He Jianghai had fallen into the main hall.
"The sea is small, unfathomable!"
In the long street, Xiulong sighed.
"Hai Shao, just by virtue of the realm, he suppressed the Lord of Wuyingguan, and it was crushed."
Xiu Haiming also muttered.
Above the middle congenital stage!
Those old Taoist priests were just muttering.
They obviously have some understanding of the realm of contemplation, which is the middle stage of innate nature.
And He Jianghai can easily suppress the contemplator just by relying on the realm, and it can only be above the congenital.
As for to what extent. It's not their realm, it's understandable.
Call!
The breath drifted by, endlessly, the hall collapsed, and the spiritual breath around Wuyingguan was all gone.
Now they are heading in the direction of the main hall.
Everyone sensed that the spiritual breath was withdrawn from their side, and even the spiritual breath in their own body could be withdrawn.
Everyone was shocked, and quickly sat down nearby and began to regulate their breath.
There has never been such a phenomenon in the Yingshan realm.
There are many cultivators in Yingshan, and that is because this realm is spiritually breathed, and it is isolated from inside and outside by Yingshan, which is extremely powerful.
And now, this premise seems to be being undermined.
Elder Huang!
Suddenly, beside the seven old Taoist priests, there was an exclamation voice.
Everyone could see at the speed of the naked eye that one of the old Taoist priests, the oldest, had his body rapidly withering.
It's like a balloon deflated.
After the Taoist priest was sluggish, the Taoist priest next to him also had this phenomenon.
An extremely astonishing scene happened, at this moment, whether it was a cultivator family or a person of all clans, where would they dare to care about the bad things of others.
All they had left was to meditate and hold their breath and practice with peace of mind.
Nothing else.
……
Wuying Hall, the center of Yingshan, the place where the sun shines, is extremely vibrant.
This is the result of a so-called ancient formation.
For He Jianghai, it seems that heaven is with him.
The sunlight is refining, and the spiritual breath of the mountains is all rushing towards his body, and his realm is still soaring at an extremely fast speed.
In the late stage of congenital, he easily broke through, and he had touched the threshold of the day after tomorrow.
He sensed it again, the body was slightly powerful, and there seemed to be a strange force inside, beating, and there seemed to be a faint feeling of coming out.
Above the day after tomorrow, it is called the Xiuzhen Realm in legends, also known as the Divine Realm.
It is said to be a practice that is divorced from the laws of nature, and once upon a time, He Jianghai would only regard it as a legend.
And at the moment, he faintly felt a sense of anticipation in his heart.
The spiritual breath is messy and endless, and the surrounding spiritual breath is constantly refined, quickly transforming combat power.
His stunts transcend all the laws of the present and the ancient, and the utilization of spiritual breath reaches the extreme.
Wu Yingguan, these guys, in order to practice, obviously used some deviations.
But he couldn't even touch his exhaust.
Rumble!
A light and shadow burst out of his body.
When He Jianghai was slightly startled, the light and shadow converged back, and he vaguely sensed that the light and shadow were wandering around in his dantian.
It's just that he can't sense the details of where it's wandering.
At the moment, he is crossing three realms in a row.
Break through the innate peak, and then break through the acquired half a step, and go straight to the acquired realm.
He retracted his breath slightly, and he had already arrived outside the main hall.