The Great Dao is indeed a great force that can only be controlled by the mountaintop realm.

Therefore, the battle between Uncle Qingshan and the black python was indeed as the night when the Zhichen guessed, after the crimson sword qi easily restrained and took down the black python, the wanton use of Bai Qi's killing path also restrained the surging of the Yuan Sea in Fang Chen's body.

Before entering the mountain peak from the Nine Realms, practitioners will receive a baptism of heaven and earth, and this blessing of heaven and earth is not only a celebration of enlightenment, but also a gift of body forging.

The physical body of the Ordinary Nine Realms was really difficult to withstand the mobilization of such great power in the body.

Therefore, before the Nine Realms, cultivators could only control Dao Yun, not Dao Dao.

Even if it is based on the accumulation of the foundation of the Buddha and the Daozi in the Nine Realms, before the Dao Yun will become enlightened, he also chooses to break through the top of the mountain and then join the way, and carries the avenue with the body that has experienced the baptism of heaven and earth in the top of the mountain.

But Uncle Qingshan is different.

In the White Tiger Elephant Palace, the last and only inheritance left by Bai Qi in the world is a complete avenue that this half-saint thousands of years ago has stripped off based on his own foundation.

Therefore, the greatest opportunity that those who pass through the White Tiger Elephant Palace can undertake is this killing path.

The killing god thousands of years ago, when he gave inheritance to his descendants, he actually had his own considerations, it was indeed difficult to realize the Nine Realms, but it was not difficult to inherit a great avenue in the way of inheritance.

The only shackle is the physical body.

The only assessment of the inheritance of the Great Dao is whether the sturdiness of the Yuanhai and the strength of the physique, and whether they can support the infusion and use of a Great Dao.

The will that the White Tiger Elephant will leave in the tomb of the Susan sage, in addition to being responsible for the assessment of the Elephant Palace, is actually more important than the inheritance of the Great Dao.

If the latecomer is too strong to fully carry the Killing Dao, then the last will left behind by Bai Qi in the world will send the Trialist out of the Star Officer, waiting for the arrival of the next Trialist for a long time, instead of preaching at will.

Fortunately, Uncle Qingshan, who had experienced the first level of the White Tiger Trial, chose the foundation building and forging method that is almost unique in the world of the human race when he set foot in Qingshan to practice.

The particularity of the Sword Yuan Jue makes it not only strip away the innate martial impurities in the body, but also polish the physical foundation of the cultivator little by little.

It can be said that on the day he cultivated the Sword Yuan Jue, Fang Chen obtained not only the body of the Sword Yuan that was known as the best at sword cultivation, but also the foundation of physical cultivation that is rare in the world.

So, after Fang Chen won the top six of the Great Xia Lotus Society, after going through the dragon qi forging body, under the baptism of the artistic conception of the killing path, Uncle Qingshan finally had the qualifications to carry the Baiqi Dao.

Although the physical strength of the young swordsman was still not comparable to the real mountain peak realm physique, it was also much stronger than the ordinary Nine Realms, and such a physical background made Fang Chen not only able to carry the Half-Saint Killing Dao, but also able to use it reluctantly.

But after all, the Great Dao is higher than the Nine Realms themselves, far beyond the power of another level.

Therefore, when Junior Uncle Qingshan completely used the killing dao in his body, the power burst was only for an extremely short period of time, and after this period of time passed, because of the powerful load brought by the use of the killing dao, it would also temporarily form a shackle on the circulation of martial arts and dao rhyme in the young swordsman's body, thus suppressing Fang Chen's strength.

Therefore, when that halberd and Shen Yuan intertwined, and the killing path completely broke out, Fang Chen easily subdued the black python Zhichen, on the other hand, when the thousands of sword qi were almost about to completely annihilate the black python's vitality, the power of the killing dao explosion in Fang Chen's body quickly retreated, and even the momentum dropped to almost the second layer of the Nine Realms.

With such strength, it is difficult to fight with the third layer of the Nine Realms, let alone the cardinal who has been waiting for an opportunity in the yellow sand, but it is a third layer of the Nine Realms that has poured everything into one blow.

The black python Zhichen laughed because of this.

The fundamental task above the vermilion killing order is to kill the orphans of the Fang family after all, and the purpose of the family behind the black python is also to show their intention to take refuge in the building of all living beings, so in this siege of Xitu, as long as the cardinal can exchange his life with the orphans of the Fang family, even if all the twelve branches die, it can be regarded as completing the task.

In the black python Zhichen's mind, he recalled Fang Chen's indifference when he had just fought with the twelve Zhichen, and then thought of the swordsman standing under the sword aura in the sky, with his back to his disdain, and a little resentment and madness rose in his heart again.

What about the third layer of the Nine Realms, what about being side by side with the Buddha and Daozi, and what about Tianjiao, in the end, it is not that he will die in the hands of me and the night branch.

Chiseled through the heart by the abyss, a looming whimper came from the throat of the black python Zhichen, and his body was like a dry night killing star, he slowly raised his right hand and pressed it on the hilt of the Shen Abyss, and then opened the pair of eyes that were cloudy because of his death, and grinned at the little uncle Qingshan, and the crimson sword shadow that killed the young swordsman behind him in an instant.

Full of mockery.

He wanted to see the Fang family's orphans die with his own eyes.

But it's a pity that at the last moment when Uncle Qingshan pulled out the Shen Abyss, the black python Zhichen's eyes only reflected the indifferent eyes of the young swordsman, and the crimson fire sparrow that was three feet away behind Fang Chen, and it was difficult to survive.

Shen Yuan separated from his body, and with Bai Qi's killing path receding like a tide, the vitality of the black python Zhichen also completely collapsed, and in those cloudy eyes, the madness turned into astonishment, and then became a pale like dead silence.

Fang Chen turned around.

The sword weapon with a red body, and even a great road rhyme on his body, and a whole body shaped like a firebird, under the desperate blow of the night branch, it is indeed not a state that the sluggish Qingshan Uncle can compete with head-on.

But it's a pity that in the red finch's unbelievable eyes, there was a snow-white sword aura in front of the vermilion sword weapon.

Shaped like an Arowana.

In the yellow sand that was falling like rain in the sky, the snow-white sword qi looked extremely small, and even when the cardinal rushed to kill Fang Chen, he still didn't notice the secret hand that Fang Chen had left behind for a long time.

This sword qi is famous in the world.

Heaven and earth, the combination is the sword eight.

And in the world, they are even better at killing.

The young swordsman who lifted Shen Yuan again, with the death of the various branches in the night, a little inexplicable look slowly appeared in his eyes, as if relieved, or sad.

The young man who had been a woodcutter in the Broken Alley for fifteen years, finally raised his sword to set up the first memorial for the Sword King City one day that Chen Jiansheng was looking forward to.

With the blood of the night, sacrifice the former sages of the Fang family.

The young swordsman's gaze probed forward along the body of the Shen Yuan sword, until he met the cardinal who was covered in the waves of fire, and then stepped heavily on his right foot, and then swept the wind and sand in the sky, and killed forward.

The snow-white sword qi like a swimming fish seemed to feel the ups and downs of the sword-wielder's heart, so in the yellow sand, a sword roar rose into the sky, and a touch of snow white pierced into the center of the fire wave.

Indomitable.