"Oops! It hurts me to death!"

Zhang Qingming was already in the room when he woke up, his head was buzzing, he was holding his head, feeling that the bones in his body were about to fall apart, and he didn't have the strength to get out of bed at all.

"Master, you're awake!"

Jin Liang hurriedly got up from the ground, staring at Zhang Qingming with his eyes.

"Why are you here?" The golden scales are basically cultivating in his spiritual sea, and they rarely come out and walk around, so Zhang Qingming is very curious why this little guy is here at this moment.

Jin Liang said with a little grievance, "Nei, I also want to go back and stay, but before Brother Chenling was hit hard in order to protect his master. He closed the entrance to the spiritual sea in order to calm down and heal my wounds, and temporarily drove me out."

Zhang Qingming nodded, said "oh" slightly, and stopped asking.

"Golden Scale, how long have I been lying here? How's it going out there?" Zhang Qingming remembered some important things.

Jin Liang replied one by one, "Master, since that day at the gate of the city to show his might, I have been sleeping for a week after fainting, and now everyone outside knows that there is a Dao Sect Little Ghost Venerable in Luoyun City."

"And Brother Changqing asked me to wait for the master to wake up and tell you, now that the situation in Luoyun City has basically stabilized, let the master recuperate from your injuries with peace of mind, and you can leave after you recover."

Zhang Qingming didn't say anything, just found a reason casually, and sent Jin Liang out to cultivate.

"Anyway, the injury hasn't healed yet, so I have to take the opportunity to study hard!"

Zhang Qingming took out the book of Changbai Eighteen Techniques, which he had obtained from Chen Tianyan desperately. But because there was no chance, the book ran aground and was put aside to eat ashes.

Now lying in bed, idleness is idleness, and it is not a loss to read these books.

Turning to the third page, under the introduction of the practice of breaking the spirit eye, there is a golden character hidden, which looks very weird.

"What is this?"

Zhang Qingming took a closer look at his face and found that it was a string of mysterious ancient runes, fortunately, he had lived for a thousand years, and he knew a lot of ancient texts, so he could roughly understand these words.

"Xuanji Holy Eye......" Zhang Qingming muttered in a low voice as he looked at the string of golden ancient runes.

He just touched it, and the entire Changbai Eighteen Techniques began to tremble, and then golden lines appeared on the quaint pages.

Zhang Qingming watched it carefully, and muttered in a low voice: "The Xuanji Holy Eye can penetrate the world, see everything invisible, and destroy the changes in the sky."

"Why does this thing look so mysterious?"

"Whoa!" Zhang Qingming waved vigorously, and the golden words quickly changed.

The Xuanji Holy Eye is a treasure technique at the intersection of spiritual power and spiritual power, although it is a self-created spiritual magic immortal technique, but its power is extremely terrifying, and cultivating to the highest level can destroy the heavens and the earth. It also visualizes all things and creates spirit bodies. It is the fusion of life and destruction.

The next change is that there are a few big fonts... Note that if you want to practice this skill, you must first ......

"It can't be Zimiya!?"

Zhang Qingming couldn't help but feel creepy when he saw this, some high-end spiritual arts in the legend have some weird cultivation criteria, and this Zigong is the most famous of them.

"No! My master and uncle should not have created such a perverted spiritual art, unless he wants me to become a eunuch and leave the Changbai Taoist Temple without a successor!" Zhang Qingming sat on the bed and complained.

With fear and curiosity, he turned to the next page, which read: To practice this technique, you need to practice the Soul Breaking Eye as a basic aid.

"Wuhu! It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there!" Zhang Qingming couldn't help but call out excitedly.

He has already known how to break this spiritual eye, and he has practiced for more than a thousand years, and this foundation is already very solid, and in Zhang Qingming's hands, he has already reached another ordinary realm.

Then the following is the essentials of the practice of this method, which is not a lot of words, but it is extremely bitter and difficult to understand, Zhang Qingming read it several times before he understood the meaning.

He put away the Changbai Eighteen Techniques, took a deep breath, and prepared to show off his skills.

"Calm down!"

Zhang Qingming gathered the spiritual power of his whole body, and the spiritual power gathered at this moment, and the broken spiritual eye also began to operate, and the golden light in his dark and godly eyes shone brightly.

"Condense your eyebrows!"

For Zhang Qingming, these are some basic operations, it is not difficult to do, he integrates his own exercises according to the exercises recorded in the book, but this treasure is mysterious, and it took several times to find some skills.

"Give me Ning!"

Zhang Qingming gritted his teeth, and the terrifying spiritual power spread around, and the courtyard was shrouded in it, causing some changes in the heavens and the earth.

Jin Liang was blindly comparing his swordsmanship outside at the moment, and the bamboo forest behind him suddenly howled, and the strange thing was that the sun was shining in other places, and the birds were singing, but the courtyard he was in was surrounded by crows, and the dark clouds were overpowering, and from time to time they were intertwined with thunder and lightning.

"Master, what are you doing? How could it lead to such a vision, forget the master's temperament, he must be practicing and demolishing the house again!" Jin Liang couldn't help but look at Zhang Qingming's room curiously.

Just as the kid with golden scales finished speaking, a purple thunder suddenly fell from the sky, and the thunder rolled, and the lightning recognized the long dragon roaring and swooping down, touching the roof.

"Boom, boom!"

In an instant, the entire roof was on fire, countless tiles flew sideways, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

Where had Golden Scale seen such a big battle, he couldn't help but stand at the door dumbfounded, couldn't help but open his mouth wide, and looked at the ruins in front of him in surprise.

"Little donor, may I ask Zhang Qingming, does Zhang Xiaodonor live here?"

Not far away, there was a soft voice, the man was a monk, but this guy looked very young, wearing a red robe, holding a huge golden Zen staff in his hand, and there were several crystal clear bells on the Zen staff, which were shaking very strangely.

Jin Liang looked up at the monk, although this guy is a monk, his eyebrows are extremely beautiful, and his peach blossom eyes are full of energy, which can be described as a sword eyebrow star, although he is a monk, but this face is as stunning as a demon.

Before Jin Liang could speak, the bewitching monk saw a figure sitting among the ruins not far away.

At this moment, Zhang Qingming was sitting in it, with a flickering divine light around him, but countless black mist demonic obstacles around him were entangled, constantly impacting Zhang Qingming's body.

The monk's eyes must have been certain, and he suddenly saw the golden "third eye" that opened at the center of Zhang Qingming's eyebrows, and the expression in those eyes was overflowing, with a kind of divinity that was difficult to approach, and the holy light shrouded the eyes around the body, looking like a crystal clear and flawless jade.

Seeing this appearance, the corners of the monk's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"It's you!" The monk smiled slightly, and was about to get up and walk towards Zhang Qingming.

Seeing this, Jin Liang hurriedly drew his sword and stood up, and the invisible sword technique he had learned recently had not yet been used, but he was gently controlled by the monk in place.

"You demon monk bald donkey, what do you want to do to my master?" Jin Liang said very weakly.

"Something is coming at me!"

The monk walked towards Zhang Qingming without looking back, and said with a very kind smile: "Little ghost friend, your master was poisoned before, if I don't get rid of it, I'm afraid his life will not be guaranteed!"

Hearing this, Golden Scale stopped calling and silently watched from the sidelines.

Zhang Qingming's brows were tightly knit at the moment, although he had been subjected to the divine thunder and realized the Xuanji Holy Eye, but he was overshadowed, and now he was entangled in demonic obstacles, frantically sucking his spiritual power and spiritual power.

Countless black mist shrouded in, and an extremely terrifying roar came from it, and a pair of miserable white arms stretched out from it, seeing that the demon barrier was about to break through the holy light and completely devour Zhang Qingming.

The monk stepped forward unhurriedly, and his jade-white palm slowly stretched out from the wide sleeved robe, reaching out towards the black mist. Seeing that the finger had not yet touched, the surrounding demonic barriers had already dissipated wildly, and he condensed a finger and flicked towards Zhang Qingming.

I saw that the Buddha light between his fingers was shrouded, and a subtle golden streamer surged out and injected into Zhang Qingming's third eye.

"Woooo

Zhang Qingming's eyebrows shone brightly, and the turbid demonic energy in his eyes suddenly dissipated and emptied, and in an instant, his spiritual power suddenly gushed out of the river, bursting out of the embankment, and the momentum was violent, enough to destroy everything.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a mighty spiritual power impact erupted, dispelling the demonic barrier, and the monk saw that the escaped demonic barrier turned into a small black snake and quickly rushed out.

"Little one, where do you want to run?" The monk laughed.

Then, the palm of the hand flipped slightly, and slapped it gently in the direction of the little black snake's escape, and suddenly the ground trembled under his feet, and a huge golden hand broke through the ground and grabbed it to death.

"Take!"

The monk's sleeve robe shook, raised his robe, recited Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, groped for relics with his fingers, and the Zen staff shook slightly, and suddenly countless magic circles were shrouded and superimposed, and countless golden Buddha statues appeared, suppressing the monster to death, and no matter how the demonic energy gathered, it turned into nothingness under the golden power.

"Stinky monk, do you know who my master is? If you let him know that you have done good to him, you will not die a good death!" The monster in the shape of a small black snake actually threatened the monk at this moment.

"Little guy, I naturally know who your master is, and if it weren't for him, the poor monk wouldn't have come here to go through this experience." The monk replied.

"It's you! Aren't you already sitting? Why are you here at this moment?" The monster seemed to recognize each other and roared wildly.

After saying that, the shadow of the Buddha appeared behind him, chanting the Buddha's words, sealing with one hand, and flicking his fingers towards the black monster, invisibly suppressing the terrifying spiritual power. I saw the green smoke rising, and the monster was killed in an instant.

"Oh Buddha Mitha! Good, good!" The monk squinted his eyes slightly and recited the Buddhist scriptures to surpass the demonic aura left by the monster.

At this moment, Zhang Qingming had already woken up, and he rubbed the third eye at the center of his eyebrows - Xuanji Holy Eye!

He could clearly feel the spiritual power surging in his body, and the spiritual power was many times stronger than before.

Zhang Qingming was very curious to urge the Holy Eye Exercise, the Holy Eye flickered slightly, the light shone quickly, and the huge rock in the distance was actually split into two in an instant, looking at the rolling stones, Zhang Qingming couldn't help but open his mouth wide in surprise.

"Is this the Divine Eye?"

Not only the power of this Xuanji Holy Eye, but also the feeling of his insight into this world at this moment was different from before. It feels like everything within a hundred miles is in his field of vision, and under prying eyes, everything is grasped and perceived by him.