The biting cold invaded from the outside world, and it seemed that Bi Xuan would be frozen into cold ice in the next second, and the Burning Yang Qi was running in the meridians, and the scorching true qi expelled the cold qi.

But this cold qi kept refining, and the stronger the Yanyang True Qi, the more cold the comeback became.

The entire Qingyang Temple seemed to be incarnated into an ice and snow world, and the terrifying cold enveloped the entire Qingyang Temple, and all the people in the Demon Gate who had no time to escape were directly frozen into ice by this cold air and froze in place.

In the center of the ice and snow, there is a dazzling sun rising, and the flames everywhere fight against the wind and snow all over the mountain.

The wind howled, and the air currents blew on the surrounding mountain walls, enough to tear through the iron and stone.

In the dull gaze of everyone, the great sun fell from the sky, exuding infinite light and heat, and rushed into the wind and snow with terrifying power.

What followed was an earth-shaking explosion and an overwhelming burst of fire.

The violent shaking sound resounded through Qingyang Mountain, like a meteor falling to the ground, waving up smoke and dust and wind and snow in the sky, even if they had left Qingyang Temple far away, everyone in the Demon Gate could still feel the shock from under their feet, and they were shocked.

The Great Grandmaster's essence and spirit combined with his true qi to mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth, and he unleashed such a terrifying and terrifying attack.

In a flash, the burning city boils the sea, and the cold is congealed!

Countless people's eyes widened, looking at the position of Qingyangguan, even if the wind was blowing, they still held on.

Such a grand scene, rare in a hundred years, as long as you are a warrior, there is no one who does not want to see the outcome of this battle, even Zhu Yuyan is no exception.

In the wind and snow, the sound of crackling was endless, and it was the sound of Song Xing's bones ringing.

Song Xing's mind flashed, and his mirror-like mind reflected his incorruptible body.

The epithelium, the muscles and bones, the flesh and blood, the bone marrow, the visible veins, and the hidden veins, were all clearly reflected in his mind.

The bright yellow true qi cultivated by the Yellow Heaven Dafa was like a huge net enveloping the body, all over the entire body, running through every part of the body, like the stars in the universe.

Seeing that the gods are not bad, the supreme realm in the inner fist can allow him to control his body at every moment, and every trace of gods in his body can be released perfectly.

When Huang Tian's True Qi was combined with these 'god' spirits, even if he didn't deliberately cultivate, the physical strength and true qi of his body were growing all the time.

The continuous growth of his physique and true qi is undesirable for others, but for Song Xing, who has cultivated the Yellow Heaven Dafa, the closer he gets to Huang Tian Wuji, the more dangerous he becomes.

The stronger his physique is, the more powerful the 'Yellow Sky' that he can hold as a container, until he breaks through that critical point and the Yellow Sky descends!

At this moment, Song Xing had already urged the Yellow Sky Dafa to the peak of the ninth layer, but there was still nothing unusual.

The suppression of the Yellow Heaven Dafa was all based on the huge golden furnace in Song Xing's mind.

Taishang Laojun opened the first volume of the Heavenly Scripture, the air sea volume, and the dantian is the air sea, which is divided into four heavens, such as Huangting, Jinlu, Qi Cave, and Guan Yuan, and one heavy landscape and one heavy sky.

When Song Xing faced the ever-growing Huangtian Dafa, he was prompted by the jade seal to start cultivating the Open Heaven Sutra, and he practiced the two levels of Guan Yuan and Qi Xue in a row, and reached the realm of the Golden Furnace, the golden furnace he visualized in his consciousness seemed to be really the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, suppressing all the 'gods' of Huang Tian.

Song Xing's crisis of turning into Huang Tian finally stopped at the door.

Breaking through the snowstorm on the scorching day, Bi Xuan's figure appeared from it, looking at Song Xing standing in front of him, his eyes were full of solemn looks.

Once upon a time, he never thought that he would be forced into such an embarrassing situation by a mere junior in this Central Plains.

After several fights, he still couldn't help Song Xing, and he couldn't even do a decent injury.

When he came out of the aftermath of the battle between the two sides, the first thing he saw was Song Xing's body glowing.

At first, it was only a slight light, from weak to strong, and then to bright light, like a golden crow possessed, the great sun came, and the brilliance was endless.

There was a faint murmur in the air, surrounding Song Xing.

Bi Xuan frowned, at first he thought it was Song Xing's spiritual interference, and then carefully distinguished, there was really a murmur in the air, and carefully identified that it was the sound of a Taoist chanting scriptures.

Gradually, the chanting sound in the air became louder and louder, resounding in the sky above Qingyang Temple.

At this moment, even the crowd of onlookers hiding in the distance could hear it clearly, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

It was a scripture that was recited at a peculiar frequency, in a language that had not been heard by anyone present, as if it were an ancient language, reciting the Great Dao scriptures.

Even Bi Xuan, whose will was as hard as iron, lost his mind for a moment when he heard the sound of chanting, as if he was carefully distinguishing the content of this scripture.

When the scripture body came into the ears, it suddenly made people feel a slightly drunken feeling of fluttering immortals, and they felt a sense of vitality in their bodies, as if they often recited this scripture to make people immortal.

The sound of chanting the scriptures became louder and louder, Bi Xuan's eyes condensed slightly, and he condensed his will like silk, and his true qi was attached near his ears, counteracting the recitation of the scriptures into his ears.

In the brilliant endless light, Song Xing's figure became more and more invisible, only illusory handwriting gradually appeared in the air, surrounding his body, dancing in the air with the sound of chanting, making people more and more intoxicated.

Bi Xuan's heart was vigilant, unlike those people in the Demon Gate who were intoxicated in this scripture, he clearly knew that this kind of vision was just an illusion caused by Song Xing's mental interference with reality.

But even with his great grandmaster's spiritual power, he couldn't detect any flaws in this illusion, as if this was what really happened in the outside world.

"Pretend to be a ghost, break it for me!"

Bi Xuan scolded angrily, and his spiritual power exploded, and he was about to break through this martial arts illusion.

After the angry shouting, the chanting became louder and louder, and the Taoist scriptures around Song Xing also flew more urgently.

In the end, under Bi Xuan's cold gaze, all the words formed a huge Dao Sutra diagram above Song Xing's head, suspended above his head.

With the appearance of the road map, the scenery around Song Xing changed again.

Bi Xuan's spirit was in a trance, and the person had already appeared in mid-air, looking down, and the Qingyang Mountain Range was under his feet.

Song Xing on the opposite side was suspended in the air, stepping on the Qingyang Mountain Range with a void under his feet, and a huge heavenly gate appeared above his head, and there were faint bursts of fairy music behind the heavenly gate, and infinite heaven and earth aura gushed out from behind the door.

Song Xing, who was wrapped in a huge Dao map, stood in the middle, allowing the heaven and earth above his head and under his feet to surround him.

Bi Xuan, who was standing above Qingyang View, looked incomparably small.

Song Xing groaned in his mouth: "The world of the ten directions, the more balanced the nothingness, the more peaceful the view, the Yuan Zai Kongsheng." ”

As he chanted, the Heavenly Gate above his head and the green mountains under his feet began to shrink sharply under the violent tremors, and in front of Bi Xuan, they gradually turned into the size of a grain of rice, and merged into Song Xing's outstretched right palm.

As if holding up the whole world, Song Xing slowly flipped his palm over and pressed directly towards Bi Xuan under his feet.

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What Bi Xuan felt was that all the heavens and the earth were really pressing down on him.

Now Bi Xuan, on the other hand, felt that the Three Realms were all in Song Xing's right hand, and with the momentum of destroying everything, he was coming towards Qingyang Mountain.

With a wild roar, Bi Xuan punched out a round of sun!

It's a real big day!

Endless flames, as if out of thin air, condensed into a huge fireball with a diameter of more than several meters on Bi Xuan's fist, and crashed towards Song Xing.

In the face of Bi Xuan's unhidden strength, Song Xing's huge body suddenly began to collapse, and in Bi Xuan's surprised gaze, Song Xing, who was originally standing in the middle of heaven and earth, also turned into the size of a grain of rice and threw himself into the world that was suppressed in front of him.

There is no Song Xing in front of him, but the sense of crisis that comes from outside the world is getting stronger and stronger!

Not in the Three Realms, jump out of the Five Elements!

Looking at the place where Song Xing disappeared, this sentence suddenly jumped out of Bi Xuan's mind, and then on the hot day, he crashed into the air with the strongest sense of crisis.

With a loud bang, Song Xing's figure reappeared, and his right hand was still in a suppressed posture.

It was the Great Day that Bi Xuan did his best to suppress, the Great Day that could destroy the entire Qingyang Mountain, under the gentle pressure of Song Xing's palm, it was like facing the decree of the gods, shattering inch by inch and turning into flying smoke.

This sense of fragmentation spread all the way to Bi Xuan's body, and this veteran great master, who had been famous for many years, still couldn't resist the sense of destruction brought about by the destruction of heaven and earth, and the blood began to spurt back again and again.

When he retreated, Bi Xuan looked up at the sky, and all he saw was Song Xing's indifferent eyes, as if a god was looking down on all beings.

Song Xing combined the longitude of the six demon crossings and the charm of Huang Tian Wuji to create the sixth style of Sanshou.

Like the moon is constant, like the sun rising.

One drop in the Three Realms!