Zao Wou-ki's expression changed dramatically, and he seemed to know very well about Hongmeng Ancestor, the creator of "Broken Scripture Splitting Bone Fist". He frowned slightly, but remained silent.

Just when Lin Qingxuan thought that Zao Wou-Ki would not tell him, a slightly low voice came unexpectedly:

"The Six Ways of Crushing Sutra was created by him. ”

The words that Zao Wou-Ki spit out made Lin Qingxuan unable to react at once.

"What?"

Lin Qingxuan only felt that his brain was short-circuited all of a sudden, and he couldn't turn around, "Six Ways of Smashing the Scriptures" and "Broken Bone Fist" were both created by Hongmeng Ancestor?

Finally sorted out his thoughts: "Hongmeng Ancestor is from your Six Dao Divine Sect?"

Zao Wou-Ki remained motionless and did not answer.

""Broken Sutra Broken Bone Fist" was created by Hongmeng Ancestor at the age of fourteen, "Six Ways of Smashing Sutra" and "Six Ways of Shattering Fist" are the same thing, since "Six Ways of Shattering Fist" was created by Hongmeng Ancestor, then "Six Ways of Shattering Fist" should also be created by Hongmeng Ancestor!

Lin Qingxuan sorted out the ins and outs and secretly speculated.

"Hongmeng Ancestor is really terrifying, this kind of exercise can be created!" Lin Qingxuan remembered the last time Wang Cang and Wang Lang encountered the fate of the Six Ways of Crushing True Qi, and felt that the power of the Six Paths of Smashing Sutra was really powerful.

Seeing that Zao Wou-Ki was silent, Lin Qingxuan turned his gaze and aimed at the corpse that Zao Wou-Ki called Ling Shengqiu.

The corners of the mouth are curved into the arc of the crescent moon, you know, you only need a drop of blood, you can get the exercises practiced by others! You can also improve your talent and cultivation!

Lin Qingxuan had also secretly used other people's blood to conduct experiments, but found that there was no response, Lin Qingxuan's judgment was that his talent was too poor, and his cultivation was too weak!

And this Ling Shengqiu, listening to that Zao Wou-ki's tone, is at least the body of a saint!

At least the blood of a saint!

Lin Qingxuan's originally clear eyes also became hot, and he circled around Ling Shengqiu a few times, and finally took out a dagger from his waist, this dagger was equipped by every disciple of the outer sect, but it was not a divine weapon, but it was much better than ordinary worldly weapons.

Many people with good status don't use this dagger, such as Wang Cang, who used his own Xuanjing Iron Sword, but unfortunately it was also shattered by Lin Qingxuan's punch.

Lin Qingxuan is not like Wang Cang's son-in-law, he doesn't have a weapon, this dagger has always been carried with him, but he almost doesn't use it, he has been stumbling around his waist, and today he has a place to use.

The dagger that was as clear as water glowed with cold light in Lin Qingxuan's hand, and the dagger blade reflected Lin Qingxuan's delicate face.

"This is it!" Lin Qingxuan raised his dagger and slashed towards Ling Shengqiu's arm.

"Squeak, squeak. ”

The dagger slashed across Ling Shengqiu's arm, making a strange sound.

"What?" There was no imaginary scene where his arm was cut open and blood flowed out, Lin Qingxuan only felt that he had sharpened the steel with a dagger, and he didn't even cut the skin.

"What should I do?" Lin Qingxuan was dumbfounded.

"How can the flesh be so powerful?"

Lin Qingxuan was in trouble again.

The blood of the saint, although it made Lin Qingxuan's eyes greedy, but he couldn't even melt his skin, and he was just looking at the moon in the water, and he was just happy.

"Although this dagger is not a magic weapon, it can also break iron and cut steel, and it can't even break the skin. Lin Qingxuan smacked his tongue.

"Since the arm doesn't work, find somewhere else. In order to get the blood of the saint, Lin Qingxuan set his eyes on Ling Shengqiu's abdomen again.

It is true that a person's abdomen is not as strong as an arm relative to an arm.

It's just that a sneer not far away seemed to pour a basin of cold water on Lin Qingxuan, making Lin Qingxuan's eyes turn.

That Zao Wou-Ki was still sitting on the ground, his eyelids hadn't opened, but he seemed to know Lin Qingxuan's every move well, and that sneer was what he had just made.

"Since the seniors sneered, they must have some high opinions, and they hope to give advice. ”

Zhao Wuji said coldly: "The flesh and blood of the saint is immortal for five thousand years, and the power of such a long time cannot be damaged in the slightest, not to mention the insignificant Dao power blessing on your black iron dagger?" "Although I don't know why you want to damage this Ling Shengqiu's body, I am happy to see it, but with your strength alone, it is simply a fool's dream." ”

"Senior, can you help me?" Lin Qingxuan realized that it was impossible to get a trace of Ling Shengqiu's blood on his own, so he asked Zao Wou-Ki for help.

Thinking that this Ling Shengqiu is Zao Wou-ki's life-and-death enemy, and he has a deep grudge, Zao Wou-Ki should agree.

Zao Wou-Ki, on the other hand, remained silent and sat quietly.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji didn't care about himself again, Lin Qingxuan was helpless, and gritted his teeth again, so he had to raise the dagger again, infuse six ways to crush the true qi, and stab Ling Shengqiu in the abdomen.

"Clank!"

Lin Qingxuan felt that he was stabbed on the copper wall, no, it was the copper wall, Lin Qingxuan's thorn could also be pierced into it, but this time he still failed to pierce the flesh at all.

"Bell!"

In the face of absolute strength, the often invincible Six Dao Crushing True Qi had no effect, and the dagger was also broken, making Lin Qingxuan stunned.

Then Lin Qingxuan was still a little distressed, he just had this weapon.

"Sure enough, it still didn't work. Because of the excessive force, Lin Qingxuan's palms were a little numb.

Standing in place and thinking non-stop, Lin Qingxuan thought about how to damage Ling Shengqiu's saint body.

Suddenly, Lin Qingxuan's eyes lit up, revealing joy, and his heart moved, and the Great Wilderness Halberd was held in his hands by two hands.

As soon as the pitch-black halberd appeared in the air, Lin Qingxuan instantly felt that the air had frozen a little.

The quaint lines are secretly connected to the avenue, and they are distributed on the Great Wilderness Halberd, and the slightly curved halberd blades are cold, like the hideous fangs of the murderer of the Flood Wilderness, eager to be bloodthirsty.

Even Zao Wou-ki's old monster was stabbed into the chest by this great desolate halberd, and it was estimated that Ling Shengqiu's saint body would not be able to block this great desolate halberd.

Lin Qingxuan has a halberd in his hand, and I feel the feeling in the world.

The pitch-black Wild Halberd seemed to have fallen asleep, and now there were savage beasts slowly waking up.

Lin Qingxuan clenched the halberd tightly, feeling that he was holding the whole world.

Holding the halberd handle, he leaned forward, and with a slight sound of the wind, he stabbed towards Ling Shengqiu.

The halberd blade grazed Ling Shengqiu's arm, and it was like a knife cutting tofu, directly cutting through Ling Shengqiu's steel-like flesh, bringing out a stream of blood.

"There are such divine soldiers in the world!"

Lin Qingxuan withdrew the halberd blade, wiped the blood on the halberd blade with his hand, and then withdrew the Great Wilderness Halberd, sat cross-legged and sat quietly, waiting for the change.

As soon as he got Wang Cang's blood last time, Lin Qingxuan had a strange feeling, after going back, he not only got Wang Cang's exercises, but also broke through a layer of cultivation, this time he got the blood of a saint, I don't know, what will he get.

The saint's exercises, the increase in cultivation, and the enhancement of talents?

Every single one is against the sky!