At this moment, Qiyang fell asleep on a four-wheeled carriage, which was galloping on the mountain road leading to the Snow Ridge Mountains, all the way to the cliffs, and the dead pines were hanging upside down. If ordinary people stand on the side, they are afraid that they will be frightened and their legs will be weak, but the mountain road is flat and winding.

On that day, it was still as cold as usual. Qi Yang was still sitting with his master at the highest place in the Heavenly Cold Valley as before. The master always drinks wine happily, and Qiyang always cultivates quietly on the side.

The master said: "Heaven and earth began in chaos, after the beginning of Hongmeng, the wilderness lasted for millions of years, and the universe was created and gave birth to a son, this son is like a snake, the body is like a dragon, and the future generations are called Tianhui; All things are between heaven and earth, day and night, absorbing the harmony of yin and yang, and over time, all things in heaven and earth have aura, and there are people who steal the creation of heaven and earth, and on this continent, they have spiritual wisdom, and human beings are one of the best. Human beings cultivate the five elements, accept the spirits of heaven and earth, integrate them into their bodies, and use them for their own use, so there are cultivators on the mainland.

Human beings divide cultivators into levels according to spiritual cultivation, such as the Primal Spirit Realm, the Gathering Spirit Realm, the Cultivation Spirit Realm, the Chong Spirit Realm, the Qi Spirit Mirror, the Holy Spirit Realm, the Dou Spirit Realm, the Heavenly Spirit Realm, the Half-Sage, the Nine Heavenly Walkers, the Yuan Spirit Grandmaster, and the Three Venerables. And this is also accompanied by the cultivation of the physique, strength, body, and dharma body. When a cultivator steps into a certain level, and the physique, strength, body, and dharma body are all required, they can break through to the next level.

And these four things are divided into four folds, the body is divided into solid foundation, the first sun, the five elements, and nirvana; the strength is divided into the current, splitting the mountain, opening the ocean, and breaking the sky; the body is divided into wings, turning into butterflies, resisting the wind, and soaring clouds; and the primordial spirit is divided into cultivating the yuan, concentrating the mind, and dissolving the void, and is immortal.

In addition, Yuan Technique is also indispensable for practitioners. The Yuan Technique is a combat technique created by the strong cultivators of the mainland, and it has been perfected over several generations. Yuan skills are divided into three, six, nine, etc., and the levels are subdivided into four categories: mortal, medium, holy, and legendary-level spiritual skills, the higher the level, the better the grade of the yuan skills, the higher the spiritual power cultivation required, and the yuan skills above the sixth-level holy products are enough to become the treasures coveted by the wealthy families in the mainland, as for the legendary level of the yuan skills, even if I have lived for more than 500 years, I have never seen them, probably such treasures only exist in legends.

Therefore, as soon as you enter the door of cultivation, it is a penance that accumulates over time.

Qi Yang once asked: "Life is short, cultivators are long, and they will experience more years of loneliness, so why should they pursue higher cultivation?"

The master replied: "The world is uneasy, people's hearts are in turmoil, and there is no other choice to settle down." At the beginning, I had stepped into the realm of fighting spirits before I was thirty years old, but because I was young and frivolous, I broke through the catastrophe, and I was involved in the extermination of the whole family. Then it took another 300 years to have a half-saint cultivation, and when I wanted to seek revenge again, I got the news that the enemy had been killed by others. So I stayed in this Heavenly Cold Valley for more than 500 years, maybe because of the limited talent, since I stepped into the half-saint, I have a feeling that my cultivation seems to have encountered a greater bottleneck, I am afraid that it will be difficult to improve, originally I planned to spend the rest of my life in this place of flowers and plants, looking up at the heavens and the stars, drinking for fun, and experiencing the freedom that I had lost before. But since you appeared at the top of the Heavenly Cold Valley more than ten years ago, my life has had more fun, watching you grow up, teaching you literacy, and telling you about the changes in heaven and earth.

"But what I like the most is that I sit on the high platform of Tianhan Valley and drink, and you accompany me to practice quietly."

Whenever the master said this, he always stroked his long, gray beard, and a kind smile appeared between his silver-white eyebrows.

Therefore, even though there was a violent storm, lightning and thunder, the young man's cultivation day after day never stopped.

On that day, there was no wind at the top of the valley, the peaks entered the clouds, and the top of the valley seemed to fall into a fairyland. There are often cranes flapping their wings and wandering among the clouds.

In the meantime, the teenager seemed to be settled. The subtle light around the body is clearly visible.

The high place was cold, but there were beads of sweat glistening between Qiyang's forehead. There was a sudden spring of spiritual power in his body, as if it was about to break through his meridians, and an unbearable pain spread all over the meridians, as if there were thousands of ants crawling and biting on the wound.

The spiritual power obtained at the beginning of cultivation is not pure, and it cannot be used by cultivators, they live everywhere in the body, but they do not flow, so the spiritual power obtained at this time is also called source power. When the cultivator breaks through, it will violently hit the seven meridians and eight veins, and at this time, it will pass through the five internal organs and be purified, which is precisely the best time to refine it. After the source power is refined, it will become gentle, and at this time, they can enter the spiritual land next to the cultivator's viscera, the spiritual sea. The spiritual power in the spiritual sea is at the disposal of people at any time, and can reach all parts of the body.

Although this source power is powerful, how could Qi Yang let this opportunity for a breakthrough slip out of his hands. He endured the severe pain, calmed his mind, and breathed as usual. With the last breath of turbid breath exhaled, Qi Yang also finished refining the source power in his body. At this moment, he felt a surging power rise in his viscera. He finally seized the opportunity to step into the realm of the Holy Spirit.

The Ziqing Daoist on the side looked at Qi Yang, his face was also a little surprised, and he thought in his heart, "I have already stepped into the realm of the Holy Spirit at the age of fifteen, and those demons on the continent are afraid that this is not the case. One day, the young man in front of him will make the Kyushu continent tremble.

After the boy broke through, he held his breath and concentrated, and only opened his eyes after running the spiritual power that he had just refined in his body for a week.

In the surrounding sky, there were dense black-clothed people, and they had already surrounded the top of the mountain.

Qi Yang looked at Ziqing Daoist and shouted, "Master."

Ziqing Daoist glanced at Qi Yang with a calm expression.

An old voice suddenly came from under the blue-and-white mask in the sky, "Hand over that young man, spare you from death." ”

Ziqing Daoist slowly unscrewed the lid of the gourd in his hand and took a sip of wine. He said to the blue and white mask, "Have you ever had a grudge?

The man in Tsing Yi replied: "No hatred".

Ziqing Daoist responded: "Then you see how to hand me over and spare him from dying."

Under the blue and white mask, he laughed and said: "You think too much of yourself, the half-saint realm wants to change that kid, you are stupid for me."

Ziqing Daoist didn't speak, he stood up, walked in front of Qi Yang, leaned over, and whispered in Qi Yang's ear: "Have you ever remembered what the master said, I'll send you out first, remember not to look back, when I get out of danger, I will come to you."

The master's hand swept across Qi Yang's chest, and in his arms was the box containing the Tianmangxing.

Qi Yang understood at a glance and nodded hard at the master.

Suddenly a cold wind rose on the top of the valley, bitter and biting, and the dark clouds in the sky were thick, and it seemed that it was about to rain.

Ziqing Daoist raised the gourd in his hand and drank the wine inside. He had never drunk only strong wine, and the strong wine went down his stomach, and a raging fire rose in his chest.

There were huge spiritual power fluctuations around him, and the stones on the top of the valley actually floated, and with the wave of his wrist, the cyclone of this piece of heaven and earth actually followed.

Qi Yang's body actually formed a vortex of spiritual power, and he happened to be in the center of the calm waves. Due to the obstruction of the spiritual power vortex, he could not see clearly what was happening outside. I only felt like I was flying out of the valley and coming towards me, screaming miserably.

Suddenly, a voice came into my ears: "Do you think this alone is enough? It was the leader of the men in black. Under the scorching sun palm of the Ziqing Daoist, the leader of the black-clothed man did not move.

Ziqing said: "Then you want to try this trick?"

Suddenly the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan sounded in the valley, the meridians of the Ziqing Daoist were prominent, and there was a condensation of green light between his palms, his eyes became covered with dark lines, and his whole body was full of anger.

The leader of the man in black looked at this situation, and his face also leaked a look of surprise, that young man was really lucky, the half-saint person actually urged the spirit sea to protect each other, once the spirit sea was stimulated, with this strength increased by leaps and bounds, it was the body and soul that were destroyed.

The Purple Green Daoist rose from the top of the valley and stood in the air, condensing all his spiritual power on his palms, as if a cyan flame was attached to his palms.

The leader of the man in black also immediately sat down in the air, urging the spiritual power in his body and erecting a spiritual power wall in front of him.

The Purple Green Daoist suddenly felt like a swift wind, and in an instant, he had already arrived in front of the man in black, and his palms struck a fatal blow at the spiritual power wall.

Boom!

The wall of spiritual power was shattered, and the mask of the leader of the men in black was also knocked off, and the corners of his mouth tasted a hint of sweetness, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell from mid-air.

The spiritual power vortex that carried Qi Yang out of a few miles away also broke open, and he struggled to control his balance so that he stopped in mid-air. The sudden dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes, of course he didn't listen to the master's words, slowly turned around, and then stretched his eyes open.

The master stood in the air, looking at Qiyang with a satisfied smile. A moment later, his body burned, and the yellow flames pierced the sky, and Qi Yang watched as his master's body turned to ashes in the air.

A long cry of sorrow resounded through the valley, and Qi Yang also lost his balance and fell.

The tears that couldn't be hidden in the corners of his eyes were like pear blossoms that had been weighed down by snow. As soon as the breeze blew, it was like a rain of flowers across the cheeks.

Yes... ！

He clutched his head, his fingers as if they were about to sink into the flesh, the heart-rending pain numbing his body and mind.

He was surrounded by black-clad men one after another.

The spiritual power around the body was urged to the extreme, and the moves were all fatal killing moves. Wherever the palms go, they hit people's hearts and lungs. He wants to use his blood-stained hands to pay tribute to his master's spirit in heaven.

He didn't kill anyone before he was fifteen years old, but at this moment, it was like Shura ruling the world, vowing to turn this world into a cemetery covered with white bones.

He was wounded, a hole was stabbed in the chest, the flesh of his shoulder blades was torn open, and the bones were exposed to the air.

The scene in this dream seems to be reappearing in the past. The nightmarish Qi Yang shouted out on the galloping road of this high cliff, and probably only the galloping horse knew.

As for Lin Xuan, the person who was driving, he was a little bored by this affectionate voice all the way, and he felt that he was about to have enough.

He stood at the front of the car, his long whip swinging out with all his might, and the horse was like a star. The road suddenly became narrow, and a flock of birds flew out between the jungles on the mountain, and when they reached the plank road that entered the Snow Ridge Mountain Range, Lin Xuan was shocked, the middle of the plank road had been broken, and he tightened the horse rope, but he felt that it was too late. He got into the carriage and shook Qi Yang, but Qi Yang was deep in a dream, thinking that the earth in the cold valley was shaking that day.

When Lin Xuan saw that he didn't wake up, anger also rose in his heart, and he thought to himself: "I can't help it." Lin Xuan looked up, and the road ahead was over. He was shocked in his heart, his heavy body method couldn't bear the weight at all, so he had to throw Qi Yang in the car and fly out.

Between the cliffs and cliffs, Lin Xuan stood in the air, witnessing the carriage gradually entering the deep valley, and couldn't help but shout: "Qiyang." The voice was heartbreaking, and Lin Xuan's heart was numb.

Qi Yang listened to this sound in the carriage, and only then woke up, surprised that such a real shaking was actually in the carriage that fell off the cliff, and the spiritual power of the soles of his feet was condensed, and his feet came out of the window, slowly rising between the middle of the mountain.

Lin Xuan's eyes were filled with tears with excitement, and the young man in front of him was like that pleasing scenery at the moment, engraved with an elegant and agile image in his heart.

Qi Yang looked at Lin Xuan in the air, with a smile on his face. He knew that the winged man could not carry the weight, so it was no wonder he threw himself in the car.

Lin Xuan looked at Qi Yang's smile, and his heart was full of mixed feelings, and he was extremely ashamed.

Qi Yang asked in the air: "I'm not dead yet, can I be your friend at this moment?"

Lin Xuan didn't answer, and flew towards the entrance of the plank road that entered the Snow Ridge Mountain Range. At this moment, he turned his back to Qi Yang, and he was already in tears. The past is like turning over a book one by one.

The mountains are frozen for thousands of miles, and the cold wind is as sharp as a bayonet. There was a sound in this quiet world: "They all call me Gu Mingyue."

Unexpectedly, a voice came from the jungle at the entrance of the Snow Ridge Mountain Range: "You are lying." The sound echoed through the mountains.