There was a slaughter in the small mountain village.

The cold wind was coming, and the front of Qingshan was calm.

It's just that no one pays attention to the corner of the eye, and there is still a pain.

He turned his head and looked deeply at his parents, who had long since lost their breath, and the two old men were smiling when they died.

It's the joy of seeing my son come home.

It's just that it's finally here.

In the face of the two upper three realms, and Qianchuan's number one killer, Qingshan knew that even if he used the trick taught by his uncle, he would not be able to win.

If they join forces with Feng Lan, the two may have the possibility of escaping.

It's just that Aoyama doesn't want to

The enemy is in front of him, and how can he be greedy and flee.

Qingshan took a deep breath, and his gaze fell on the cloudy sky not far away.

The latter also responded with a sarcastic look, mockingly saying: "Boy, in this world, there may be people who can cross the border to fight, but it is definitely not you. ”

Aoyama didn't speak.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Yin Tianzi in the black mist, according to common sense, even if the Yin God and Yang God are one, as long as the Yin God and Yang God are one, as long as they have not penetrated the threshold of life and death, they will not be able to trigger the laws of heaven and earth.

Yin Tianzi has been practicing for hundreds of years, and has killed too many so-called geniuses, and he has never been afraid of any sudden changes.

That kid's spiritual power had reached its peak, and compared to the cultivators of the Ordinary Body Realm, there was also a big difference.

It's just that this level of strength is still too weak in the eyes of the Upper Three Realms Overhaul.

Yin Tianzi restrained a trace of casualness, but his mind was very relaxed, and he looked at the young man in front of him wantonly.

To kill or not to kill, it's all in one thought.

Whether the boy lived or died, he would not be punished for this.

While thinking about it, the wind rose.

Yin Tianzi suddenly frowned, and his heart was a little uneasy.

…

Aoyama stood quietly in the middle of the field.

The broken spear in his hand emitted a brilliant scarlet light, and the bright red seemed to flow from Qingshan's body.

Blood-gouging.

A blood-devouring broken spear.

After a while, Qingshan's aura had reached the peak of the Merge Realm, and he could even vaguely see the barrier at the entrance.

He stared at the ethereal black mist in front of him, in Qingshan's eyes, the figure in the black mist was clearly visible, and the Yin Tianzi Divine Soul couldn't dodge it at all.

This broken spear is the stuff of the wine shop uncle, and before he practiced, Qingshan only felt that he had a sense of non-existence with the broken spear in his heart.

It's as if it was born to be its own.

It wasn't until he entered the Taoist Sect that Qingshan understood.

It is the natal object of the practitioner.

"Most of the cultivators' natal objects are not strange, if there is, then it is a companion, and when your realm is raised, that natal object will also be raised, until one day, it will give birth to spirituality."

Flying to the peak, Uncle Shen Yu once said that the natal object.

This was the first time Aoyama had heard an explanation about a broken gun.

It turns out that being able to sense the spiritual treasure is the beginning of cultivating the natal object.

At that time, Qingshan was carrying a broken spear and asked Shen Yu curiously: "Uncle Su, there are many spiritual treasures on the Fenbao Cliff, and the same sect got them from there, do they all use spiritual treasures as their natal values?" ”

The latter shook his head.

Cultivating natal objects is the process that kendo monks need to go through.

There are countless cultivators in the world, and in addition to the three sects, there are side doors, and the spiritual treasure is even more varied.

And Jian Xiu only has one sword.

That sword had been with him since the beginning of his cultivation, and when he was able to incorporate it into his body, the sword was also growing.

Taoist monks rarely practice with external objects, and they are all self-cultivation and enlightenment.

The same is true of Buddhism and Confucianism.

Such a different cultivation method is also one of the reasons why sword cultivation is much stronger than other cultivators.

Because the flying sword is more spiritual than most of the spiritual treasures in the three sects, and even some flying swords have given birth to self-aware sword spirits over a long period of time.

The same will be true for magic weapons and spiritual treasures.

But compared to the sword spirit of sword cultivation, it is even more difficult.

When a sword spirit or machine spirit is born, it will give birth to some special abilities.

"Uncle Shi is saying that this broken spear once gave birth to a machine spirit?"

Qingshan heard what Shen Yu meant, he was talking about the cultivator's natal object, but in fact, he was referring to this broken spear.

Over the years, he still remembered that Shen Yu had seen this broken gun carefully.

And with great meaning, he twisted his fingers somewhere in the spear.

Aoyama didn't understand what it meant.

Ringing today, the green mountains are clear.

…

Blood-gouging.

This is one of the abilities that was once born from the Broken Gun.

Devouring the blood of the owner increases the power of the spear several times, but it is also the essence of Aoyama.

Repairing a gun is self-cultivation.

No one knows exactly how high this spear had been.

Yin Tianzi is a ghost cultivator in the upper three realms, and his body is floating, and that black mist may even be empty.

Even if he relies on the weird ability of breaking the gun to forcibly improve the realm, the gap between the realms is still too big.

"Maybe I'll die, but you may not live either."

Qingshan said calmly: "I can't wait for revenge, and I don't want to wait, even if I die now, I don't care." ”

Qingshan looked at the cloudy sky, his body suddenly rushed forward, and the spear in his right hand tore through the space.

Teleportation.

This strange ability to break the boundaries of space.

It is the second ability that this broken gun can show now.

Perhaps for Takeo and Kenshu, this ability is not able to bring great help in battle.

It can face ghost cultivators and cultivators of the three sects.

This ability is too terrifying, and even a bit rebellious.

Ghost cultivation has no physical body, only a divine soul, and the monks of the three sects practice their minds, and they do not pay attention to the cultivation of the physical body.

And the ability to move their bodies a few feet away in an instant is their nightmare.

It's just that this ability can only be used once.

This ability to tear through space can also damage the practitioner's body.

And it can't be used for a long time after that, and it takes an extremely long time for the body to recover.

Qingshan's body was already riddled with holes because of Bai Zhang's poison, and he forcibly seized the spiritual power of heaven and earth by breaking the gun to improve his realm.

At this moment, his body has reached the limit of what it can bear.

The next moment.

A blood-red figure streaked a shadow in the air, rushing forward in an instant, and the heaven and earth aura behind him was consumed in an instant.

The pupils of the cloudy Tianzi in mid-air shrank, and his entire body condensed sharply.

"This seat has been cultivating for hundreds of years, how can you not know your own weaknesses, don't say that you are a disciple of the Dao Sect, that is, a sword cultivator or a martial artist, so what."

Yin Tianzi seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, his body condensed, and a thick black barrier appeared out of thin air.

Aoyama didn't speak.

Release the broken gun in your hand.

Let it pull the aura in its body wildly.

The next moment.

The tip of the red spear stabbed hard against the black barrier, making a grinding sound.

The ground behind the two of them was covered with wind and sand, forming a violent storm of hundreds of feet.