For cultivators, Qi refining is the initial stage, absorbing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to refine it into their own True Qi, and refining their body by running True Qi. Due to the thinning of vitality in the era of the end of the Fa, the qi refining methods and supernatural abilities of the cultivators today are not comparable to those of the ancient qi refiners. The external martial arts in martial arts are to achieve the purpose of attack by strengthening physical functions such as strength, speed, strength, etc., so the improvement of physical fitness of Taoist priests at the beginning of qi refining and the first level will be very obvious, but the attack power may not be stronger than that of samurai and martial artists.

Due to physical limitations, it is difficult to become a master with simple external family skills, so the internal family skills in the martial arts also cultivate true qi, and in this regard, they have the same path as those who cultivate the Tao. Martial arts and martial arts, pay attention to the word "skill", and win in a variety of attack methods. Cultivators above the second level of Qi refining can use the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to cast spells, and their sharpness far exceeds the physical attack scope of the martial arts. It's just that the current Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is really thin and can't support the casting of powerful spells, so the Taoist priests of the second and third layers of Qi refining can't stabilize the palace in terms of attack power, and they are good at winning.

The realm of the fourth and fifth layers of qi refining is equivalent to that of a martial arts master, and once a magic weapon is used, its attack power is much stronger, such as the sword technique that is performed by a high-level Taoist person, palm thunder, and so on. Moreover, after reaching this realm, they will be extremely sensitive to some changes in the heavens and the earth that cannot be directly observed with their eyes, for example, at this moment, the high-level Daoist will feel that the coercion emanating from the fog will transcend the scope of his own experience as soon as it appears.

Lao Dao has been cultivating for seventy years, and the highest realm he has ever seen is only the ninth layer of qi refining, and the power and pressure he feels face to face are far inferior to the current moment, so from this point of view, the realm of existence in the fog has at least reached the extremely high stage of the ninth layer of qi refining.

"This is the ninth layer of Qi refining, the middle stage or the Great Perfection?"

What really frightened him was that the momentum in the fog was still rising, quickly crossing one obvious "node" after another, and entering a completely unknown realm, which shattered the old Tao's belief "lala".

"The immortal road is long to build the foundation, is this the 'foundation'?" the old man muttered to himself.

Strictly speaking, a cultivator is just an exceptionally powerful "person", and only after the foundation of the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining has been successfully established can he be called a monk and take the first step on the long road of cultivating immortals. The difference between a monk and an ordinary cultivator is that he can fly with a sword.

In the era of the end of the law, there has been no one who can fly in the past thousand years!

But the momentum in the fog did not stop there, it continued to climb, as if there was no end.

Lao Dao's head was buzzing, his mouth was crooked, and he was completely sluggish. He couldn't tell the difference in the realms represented by each ascension, and he couldn't compare them with the specious records in the Daozang, and just thinking about it would make his mind tingle and fall into a blank.

This is like a glass of water when he sees a pond and suddenly feels small, and when he sees the sparkling West Lake, he is speechless, as for the Dongting Lake that can swallow several rivers and steam clouds, Mengze waves and shake Yueyang City, it is a legend, as for the ocean where Wanchuan is attached to the water that swallows the world, it does not exist in his consciousness at all.

Just as gifted children in kindergarten can only look up to elementary school students, as for junior high school students, high school students, and college students, they all represent unfathomable, unreasonable, and no difference.

As the river breeze blew, the yellow mist dissipated, completely revealing the true content inside.

The first to be revealed were two men in black with guns lying motionless on their stomachs, who seemed to be smoked down as soon as they entered the yellow mist, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

The next thing I saw was the corpse of Zhu Fugui lying on the ground with his head straight to the sky, still with the peachwood sword in his belly, and the tassel on the hilt of the sword fluttered in the wind, like a lonely ear of wheat in the endless field.

After that, seven or eight meters away, the bald man appeared, the clay sculpture was generally in a stride forward posture, the back was slightly bent and the muscles were tight, and the right arm and fist were enlarged for more than a circle, as if the fist had not been hit halfway through.

As a fellow disciple, Lao Dao knew that it was over at a glance, and the blow of the junior brother was afraid that he had used all his strength, but the extreme of the moment could not be maintained for a long time. Just like everyone can do the 100-meter sprint, but the strongest "flyer" who keeps the sprint state for a few minutes will also be unbearable. Now that the strong man is actually frozen in this state, even if his life is okay in the future, his physical body will definitely be crippled.

That's not the most shocking thing.

That's not the most incredible thing.

Even if a strong man is slapped into a pulp, a high-level Daoist will not be surprised, but a master of the fifth layer of qi refining is actually fixed alive in a state of peak explosion!

There are so-called acupoint techniques in the martial arts, and there are more advanced spells in the cultivation path that make the body stagnate, but those are only incapacitating, and it is impossible to "freeze" an explosive state. It's like it's not difficult to control a bomb, but it's impossible to fix a bomb at the moment when the explosion has started but hasn't exploded.

Could this be the immortal family's "fixation technique"?

There are descriptions of the immortal immobilization techniques in the Taoist classics left over for thousands of years, but they are only a few words, and the content is unknown, and they cannot be compared with the current strange scene.

The poor high-level Daoist man's eyes were spinning wildly, and his little head was about to go crazy, and he strongly suspected that he was in a nightmare.

Three meters away from the strong man, that terrifying existence revealed his true face.

Yellow Dog!

It's really a yellow dog!

It was really the big yellow dog who cowered and hid in the river before, and was later killed by a flying sword!

But this dog is obviously very different, or can't be called a dog anymore.

The fog around the big yellow dog was billowing, and points of light the size of fireflies spread out from all parts of its body, making it seem to be wearing a piece of armor that was extremely bright, like a vigorous burning sun, which could not be seen or approached, and the monstrous momentum emanated from those dense points of light.

He looked at the boat that had fled to the river bay with tears in his eyes, and suddenly knelt down on one knee and lowered his head and hugged his fists, and his violent and cold momentum changed again, revealing piety, admiration, loyalty, and love.

No matter how stupid a high-powered Taoist is, he knows at this moment that the boy who escaped is the legendary "Son of God"!

The legend turned out to be true?

It turned out that he scoffed at this legend, if it weren't for Elder Taishang who was sure that there was an abnormality in the Dongting Lake area, he would have disdained to go out of the mountain to go this way. If the young man is the son of God, then what is the yellow dog? What is the difference between himself chasing and fighting with a god general and chasing an elephant and biting him? But this god general hidden in the body of the yellow dog seems to have a hard time, and if it were not for the threat to the safety of the god son, I am afraid that he would not have shown up after being wronged.

There are detailed records of the gods and generals in all the Taoist classics, such as Tota Heavenly King, Erlang Zhenjun, etc., and these legends are in the same vein as the history of Taoism. Although the high-level Taoist relied on the gourd to draw the scoop and classified the yellow dog as a god general, he was puzzled and felt a completely unfamiliar ancient aura from a foreign land. In addition, the posture of this god general to bid farewell to the god son is really strange, kneeling on one knee and bowing his head and clenching his fist, which is the standard etiquette of ancient soldiers to meet their superiors, and even high-ranking Taoists who have retained some ancient habits have only seen them on the stage when they were young.

When the violent and ruthless aura emanating from the big yellow dog's body suddenly converged, facing the distant boat and bowing to the ground, the coercion suppressed on the high-martial Taoist people was also loosened, and the true qi that could not operate in the body was instantly smooth. Lao Dao retreated to the top of the embankment without thinking, and then went a hundred meters away, during which he only took one breath, so fast that he didn't even have time to turn back, and saw that the senior brother could not retract the momentum and hit the "Divine General" with a punch containing the peak power of the fifth layer of qi refining, bringing out a white mark in the air that flashed with electric light.

Don't die poorly!

The Gao Gong Dao people flashed a hint of joy in an instant, and they were a little ashamed. Ouch, good junior brother, I can't both die here, I just hope you can block it, and I will return to Momoyama to report the news.

After a "safe distance" of nearly two hundred meters, Lao Dao suddenly found that today's spell of "shrinking the ground into inches" was cast very smoothly, and it could reach forty zhang in one sweep, and at most more than ten zhang on weekdays, and there was no rough feeling when performing the spell in the past, as smooth as a breeze blowing through a mirror.

The Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth is condensed into the Aura, and the Taoists absorb the Aura, and when they practice the Divine Qi, they often have to rely on the Yuan Qi of the outside world, just like the fish use the water birds to use the air. Since there was almost no vitality between heaven and earth in the end of the Dharma era, it was very difficult for Taoist spells to be cast. And the reason why the previous flying sword was agile was all due to the aura contained in the immortal peach divine wood itself, and it might not be possible to change the sword.

Spells such as shrinking the ground into inches break through the limits of the human body, and without the help of external vitality, they rely on their own true qi, which is not only difficult to cast, but also the backlash that the body bears is also huge. At this moment, Lao Dao not only did not feel the backlash, but on the contrary, he felt that his body was much lighter, and the realm that had been trapped at the peak of the sixth layer of qi refining seemed to have broken through.

He suddenly woke up, Reiki, everything is because of Reiki!

The yellow dog exudes not mist, but an aura that is pure to the extreme, rich to the extreme!

Although that aura felt strange and ancient, it was definitely an aura.

Only a little bit of aura overflowing changed the environment of this mountain and river, making him almost break through, if he could get it, wouldn't he immediately soar to become an immortal?

Just when he was thinking about life very entangledly, he suddenly felt that the air around him was tight, and his body stiffened, as if he was pinched by an invisible giant claw and slammed down the embankment, which happened to fall in the original position, and the two long legs were inserted into the soil and snapped.

The bald man's punch could pierce the iron plate, but it was like hitting a wall that was thousands of times harder than the iron plate, and the bones of his right arm were shattered in an instant. Although he looked honest and thoughtful, he was not stupid, and when he saw that he had collided with an invincible anti-heaven existence, he didn't care about the chaos of the aura in his body, and forcibly retreated twenty meters in a flash. But before he could exert his strength again, an invisible giant palm slapped it into the earth, as effortless as a mosquito.

The boat turned into the river bay and disappeared, and the rhubarb slowly stood up, the white light of the majestic body lingered like a god, and the overwhelming pressure once again enveloped the river valley.

In tonight's battle, the true qi of the high-level Daoist was not greatly damaged, and the broken legs were not fatal, and they were rarely kept clear-headed. He looked at the junior brother in front of him who was trembling and kowtowing like garlic after crawling out of the soil in front of him, and said in his heart, "We have killed so many people, how can we spare our lives by kowtowing a few heads?" But he forgot that Fang Cai himself did not treat those ordinary people as human beings!

Human nature is only completely revealed at the moment of life and death, when the belief upheld by the old Tao is shattered, the image of the worldly master is abandoned, and the obscenity and fear in the heart are immediately exposed. In the past, killing people was like pinching ants, but now it is their turn to die, and they immediately give birth to infinite nostalgia for life.

Ants still steal life, let alone people?

Life is like a mustard, that is, for others, their own life is still very precious.

Cultivation is to act against the sky, and it cannot be done unless you have great perseverance. Being able to reach the sixth level of qi refining in the era of the end of the law, the high-level Daoist had his own extraordinary, and after a while, he found that the coercion of the substance was weakening at a very obvious speed.

The weakening of coercion indicates that the momentum of the divine general is decreasing, and the decrease in momentum indicates that the strength and realm of the divine general are decreasing. It was as if after only a few breaths, that divine general had lost a lifelong cultivation of the ninth level of qi refining.

Could it be that the gods hidden in the yellow dog's body cannot be manifested casually? Otherwise, their power will rapidly decline or even dissipate, and it will be irreversible.

All things are mutually reinforcing, and an overly strong existence will break the delicate balance between heaven and earth, and the Heavenly Dao will definitely suppress and restrain it. Think about it, too, otherwise why would it have hid and attacked and fought hard before!

The pomegranate is red in May, and the lotus flowers fill the pond in June.

A few lotus flowers in the depression of the river suddenly bloomed, an old tree began to bud, and the grass and reeds and water hyacinth grew wildly, as if they could hear the sound of "Zizi", and the whole river valley was filled with a very pure and bright fairy spirit.

The white light around the big yellow dog was still the same, but it was much softer than before, when it was like the scorching sun.

If it descended at such a rate, the white light might dissipate after a hundred and ten breaths, and the realm of the god general would also fall to the point where it was still ready to fight. The Gao Gong Dao man hurriedly calculated in his heart, and sadly found that there was not enough time, and the god was going to kill people with just a snap of his fingers.

Rhubarb didn't care that his realm was rapidly decreasing, he staggered in front of Zhu Fugui, and with a move of his right claw, the peachwood sword nailed to the corpse flew up and fell into his palm. A phantom of a peach branch as thick as a child's arm immediately appeared on the peachwood sword, twisting and struggling. Rhubarb showed no mercy, and with a flash of white light between his claws, he killed the peach branch phantom.

There seemed to be a muffled snort of pain between heaven and earth, and Rhubarb looked up contemptuously, but everything was silent again. The rhubarb pursed his lips humanely, and his left claw quickly flicked on the sword, and with the sizzling sound, the incomparably hard psychic magic weapon immediately became a piece of black charcoal.

Rhubarb shook off the soot and lifted his claws, and the corpse was levitated. He closed Zhu Fugui's eyes and face, and the light between his paws was bright. I only heard a white smoke rising from the sound of "Zila", and the corpse suddenly became a handful of white ash, but it did not disperse.

Rhubarb walked to the riverside and raised his paws, and Zhu Fugui's ashes spread out on the river like a puff of white mist, and were blown down by the river breeze.

Rhubarb's movements are very calm, very slow, very firm, very solemn, faintly revealing a sense of sadness and solemnity. The high-level Daoist didn't even dare to breathe, knowing that it was the turn of the junior disciple to be liquidated with him. However, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the strength of this god general had dropped by at least thirty percent compared to its peak.

Rhubarb strode towards the two Taoist priests and kicked the bodies of two black-clad men with guns who were fascinated by the poisonous mist into the river.

Watching the "Grim Reaper" approach step by step, the horror of checkmate is even greater than death itself. Gao Gong Lao Dao tried to run the True Qi, but found that he still couldn't move, so he had to sigh gloomily. The deadline was approaching, but his mind was extremely clear, and the figures who had been killed came to mind, especially the thin black man who was still kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy dozens of minutes ago.

Under heaven and man, it is not ants. It's ridiculous to recall this sentence now!

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

Rhubarb suddenly stopped, looked up to the sky and roared, raised his claws to strike the sky, and a pillar of white light went straight into the sky. There was a thunderclap in the air, and the blue and deep night sky suddenly turned black, and the downpour fell in response.

Above the blue earth's atmosphere, at an altitude of 684 kilometers, a satellite is passing over the Dongting Lake area. The satellite's camera scans the target at a speed of 20,000 and 37,500 pixels every two seconds, easily generating a 90 billion pixel image in two minutes.

Among the encrypted satellite images sent to ground base stations via radio waves tonight, several unusual ones appeared. One photograph shows a humanoid light group walking upright on the riverside about ten miles from the mouth of the Hudu River in the north of Dongting Lake in the Chinese Republic, but its protruding snout suggests that it may be a beast. The second photo is a white flare that makes it impossible to see anything. The third and subsequent photos show a pitch black cloud below, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and rain.

Among the hundreds of photographs that were sent back to the ground, these were quickly stolen and the stubs deleted. And just a few minutes later, a camouflaged command traced the radio waves into space, fooled the firewall, and deleted the original stub in the satellite.

Rhubarb was furious, and thunder shook for nine days.

The power is comparable to that of the gods!

After seeing the immensely powerful blow in the air, the desperate high-level Daoist found that the coercion he had suffered was not one in ten, and his true qi could run sluggishly again.

With the roar of rhubarb, a strong sound wave swirled and formed, forming a violent hurricane tornado, and the sand and rocks flew within five meters around its body, and gravel, gravel, loess, and blades of grass flew straight into the sky, like a huge fist that soared into the sky.

The tornado blew all the mud off the rhubarb's feet, creating a crater about half a meter deep. The heavy rain fell, the hurricane dissipated, and the rhubarb floated out of the pit, the momentum was large and the light spots were dim, the hair was knotted under the rain, and a few broken leaves were attached to the forehead, which showed a little embarrassed.

He grew slower, his steps began to stagger a little, and his momentum dropped even more. And the spirit of the bald man had long since collapsed, and he still kowtowed when he got closer.

Seeing this, the high-ranking Daoist shook his head and secretly cursed in his heart that he was a "fool"! This god will be able to fight hard, and if it is distracted, it can still take advantage of the gap to sneak attack, and the chance of victory is not completely impossible. I also remembered that the elders in the sect were ecstatic when they finally locked the Dongting Lake District, and they made a big move for fear of being preempted by other sects, but now it seems that they are sending meat to the cutting board, which is really ridiculous. What if it is the great masters of the Dao Sect Qi Zhi? I am afraid that the killing god in front of him can be crushed to death with a finger, and only the legendary immortal can fight.

Rhubarb raised his claws and slapped it, and there was a muffled sound like a watermelon breaking, and the bald man's head cracked and slowly fell.

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, ask the great immortal to spare the path!"

The high-meritorious Taoist has oblique sideburns and slowly kowtows, but his right hand is pinched into a sword and inserted into the mud, urging the true qi. He saw the two big furry paws in the muddy water stop in front of him, and felt that the momentum of suppressing the river valley had been reduced to the level of the eighth or ninth layer of qi refining, and there was a faint hope in his heart.

"Celestials, ants!"

Rhubarb's strange accent was the first thing he spat out tonight.

There was no banter, arrogance, contempt in the voice, only deep indifference. The hierarchical gap between the two sides is too great to cause any emotional fluctuations. It's as if a giant has been bitten by an ant and calmly scrutinizes it before crushing the other to death.

"Seeking the ...... of the Great Immortals"

The old Taoist priest, who was slowly kowtowing, stiffened his body with a cruel smile, and a white sword qi shot from the middle of his right hand to the rhubarb chest that was a short distance away. This sword qi is the result of the cultivation of a high-level Daoist person, and it has surpassed the peak level due to the imminent death. To practice against the sky, what you want is the word "fight". As long as there is a glimmer of opportunity, we must fight a hundredfold.

But he'll never know the outcome.

A giant claw slapped the Celestial Spirit Cover faster, and when he heard the clear sound of bone cracking, he was silent and dark forever.

......

The sky was slightly bright, and the high-rise buildings of Yueyang City in the distance gradually revealed clear outlines in the white dawn.

On the surface of the lake in Chenglingji, Dongting Lake District, a small boat was slowly pushed into the reed shallows, and an unconscious teenager was lying on the boat. His brow furrowed slightly, his delicate side face still stained with tears, occasionally twitching under the touch of the soft light of the early morning, as if he was having a nightmare.

A huge black fish head with a broken mouth and crooked gills poked out of the stern of the boat, staring at the boy silently, and slowly sank to the bottom of the lake after half a pillar of incense.

Behind the boat, a clear line of blood stretched to the horizon, slowly spreading in the lake water, and finally there was no trace.

The lake breeze is cool, the swallows fly lightly against the water, and the partridges in the reeds grunt sadly.

I can't do it, brother!