(Yesterday, I wrote one more word about the realm of Xiaoyu...... It has been changed in the original manuscript, and I apologize, and my hand is slippery. ）

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The ground cracked, the trees shattered, and then the sound began to spread.

The sound of a violent crash echoed through the air.

The terrifying roar directly crushed the remnants of the tree again, flattening the remaining courtyard wall along the way, and the people who were a little closer were directly overturned more than ten zhang away, unconscious.

Fortunately, the people in the field covered their ears, otherwise they might have been directly shocked to death by the roar caused by the impact, and many people were stunned.

At least tens of thousands of catties of stone chips and dirt were shaken up by the terrifying impact and thrown into the sky, instantly covering the morning sun in the distance, and it was dark and misty, and it was completely impossible to see the pictures between the fields.

In the darkness, the gravel fell like rain, the broken leaves crackled and broke into flocculents, and the firewood piles in the courtyard wall were a little messy, and some fell into the well, like hundreds of frogs diving.

I don't know how long it took, but the stone rain gradually stopped, and the smoke and dust gradually cleared.

In front of the courtyard wall, there was an extra pit.

The bluestone ground is hard, with relatively soft soil underneath, but deeper is harder granite, and at this point a pit, a deep one.

The smoke and dust gradually cleared, and two figures at the bottom of the pit gradually appeared.

Tang Xiaotang held the iron rod in his hand, and the iron rod was slightly deformed.

In front of the iron rod was a hand, a pale gray hand that seemed not to be human.

Long Qing held the stick in his hand, his face was pale, his eyes were extremely gray, blood was oozing from the corners of his lips, he was half-kneeling at the bottom of the pit, looking a little wolf, but he didn't fall down after all.

Tang Xiaotang's face was also very pale, the iron rods of the Demon Sect Holy Relics had been deformed, her wrist bones were directly shattered, and her right arm kept trembling, as if she would not be able to hold it in the next moment.

There was a click, and Long Qing slowly stood up, the hem of his shirt was shattered, and he was covered in dust.

He looked at Tang Xiaotang and said, "You shouldn't be so strong. ”

Tang Xiaotang didn't speak, pursed his lips tightly, only in this way could he prevent blood from spurting out of his chest and abdomen, and only in this way could he continue to hold the iron rod without being seen as the truth of weakness.

Long Qing suddenly laughed, his teeth were full of blood, and he looked a little terrifying, and his sword-like eyebrows were also raised, lined with gray eyes, very beautiful and weird.

"But no matter how strong you are, it doesn't matter. ”

Long Qing smiled and said, "Because ...... I am stronger, and you will not even be able to find anyone stronger than me, because, dear little girl, I have long ceased to be alone. ”

His voice trembled slightly, not because of the injury, but because of the injury, he seemed a little excited, even a little crazy, he felt that there were really many voices in his body that were in harmony with him.

Many years ago, he practiced medicine and self-cultivation in Zhishouguan, stole the Heavenly Book Sand Scroll, learned the evil exercises in the scroll, and then he took half of the Taoist's lifelong cultivation and regained his life. After that, he betrayed the Daomen, fled all the way, and absorbed the exercises of the strong people of the Daomen all the way, until he reached the depths of the Eastern Wilderness, and absorbed the essence of many strong people in the Left Tent Royal Court, and finally cultivated to the upper realm of knowing his fate, and there were many people in his body at that time.

Later, he was re-accepted by the Daomen and returned to Taoshan, at that time his realm had begun to be as unstable as Ye Hongyu had calculated, and even showed signs of collapse, leaving him with not many choices at that time, or scatter the exercises and become an ordinary person from now on, or continue to forcibly seize the cultivation of others, and drink poison as a fine wine, one day there will be problems, but at least it can help him survive more time.

Long Qing chose the latter without hesitation, because he needed to be strong, because he had spent too much time hovering between light and darkness, and he was tired of that kind of words.

For him, it was extremely fortunate that at that time, the Xiling Temple was leading the will of the Guan Lord, and began to purge the forces within the Daomen, the Temple of Light, the Temple of Heavenly Oracle and the forces loyal to the sect, I don't know how many people were imprisoned in the Hidden Pavilion, so those Daomen powerhouses finally became victims of his gray eyes.

For hundreds of years before and after, only Long Qing cultivated this exercise to the extreme, because only he has such an opportunity and has so much "food", and now his realm is the pinnacle of knowing his fate, but he has unimaginably powerful cultivation, becoming the most special existence in the history of practice.

When he was in front of the Linkang City Palace, the senior brother saw Long Qing's strength, and he was a little puzzled and even a little surprised, but he couldn't see where his strength came from.

Long Qing is strong, as he said to Tang Xiaotang at this moment, because he ...... He is no longer a person, he is a many, or he is already an inhuman being.

Tang Xiaotang's face became even paler, she knew better than anyone how powerful Long Qing was, when she fell from the sky and fell to the ground like a meteorite, how could she have thought that he would block it with just one hand.

The distance between the sky and the earth is nothing to Longqing?

She frowned, pulled the iron rod out of the other's hand, and then raised it again, looking a little pained.

Her wrist bones were shattered, but the person was still standing, so she could fight again.

Long Qing looked at her quietly, his eyes became extremely dark, the gray color occupied the entire eyeball like a dark cloud occupying the sky, and the body under the Taoist shirt began to exude a sense of silence.

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head slightly, his ponytail had been shaken away, and his black hair flew in front of him, covering his vision.

She silently resisted the absorbing power of the gray eyes, fortunately she practiced the Demon Sect exercises, and the essence and powerful body were one, and it was not easy to be separated, otherwise she would have been defeated.

Long Qing took a deep breath.

When Tang Xiaotang was fighting with the powerhouse of the temple before, he once took two deep breaths and sucked up the cold wind in the square.

At this time, as Longqing breathed, the intact old locust tree behind the courtyard wall began to tremble, and the leaves that had stubbornly not fallen after almost the entire cold winter fell miserably.

Longqing seemed to have turned into a black hole, and countless heaven and earth breaths poured in from all directions of the city, rolling up leaves and residual snow, coming to the bottom of the pit in front of the broken wall, and entering his body.

An infinite amount of heaven and earth breath was attracted by the huge souls in his body, and with an unimaginable terrifying will, it burst out from his chest and instantly passed through the seemingly thin Dao shirt.

There was a hole in his chest and abdomen, and the arrow hole that Ning Que shot out, the black hole.

A black peach blossom about three feet square appeared on his chest, faint, dark as night, and the breath was cold, as if it came from the most gloomy abyss, with infinite resentment.

Black peach petals bloom.

Long Qing's right hand stretched out between the black petals and fell towards Tang Xiaotang.

Tang Xiaotang's eyes became extremely bright, because she knew that it was time for life and death.

The iron rod in her hand changed direction, and no longer shot down, but horizontally in front of her, like the famous scenery on the great river, the iron barricade in front of the black cliffs, blocking the danger of the surging river in front of humans.

Long Qing's fist landed on the iron bar.

The iron rod, which had been bent, bent again from the middle, bent even more violently, forming a curve, as if it were to be blown by a child again, and it would really break.

Tang Xiaotang's chest also appeared with a curve.

Not proud, not pretty.

Because the curve is inward.

Her chest instantly sank a few inches, and it looked terrifying, as if if she could be touched by a greedy child again, her sternum would all shatter and break off.

Tang Xiaotang's face was as pale as snow, and then quickly gave birth to two crimson balls.

She couldn't close her lips any longer, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted into the air.

Spurting blood, she flew backwards.

The petite body slammed heavily on the side wall of the pit, shattering the granite and bluestone a few more points, and then bounced up heavily, rolling in the air, and finally landed on the ground dozens of feet away.

There was a muffled sound, and the ground there was smashed again and sank slightly.

Footsteps sounded, very rhythmic.

Long Qing walked out of the bottom of the pit and appeared in front of everyone.

His face was a little pale, his lips were a little blue, and there were some blood stains on his body, but his expression was very calm.

There was a dead silence in the square.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, whether it was a disciple of the Sword Pavilion or a Protestant believer, or a priest and deacon of the Xiling Temple, people's expressions were all shocked, and they were so shocked that they didn't dare to speak.

Looking at Long Qing's figure, many people's feelings are very complicated.

Many years ago, he was the most famous young genius in the cultivation world, but no one thought that in the entrance examination on the second floor of the academy, he was defeated by Ning Que, and since then he has been defeated again and again, and he will never be the same as he was again, and finally become the most common poor character in the story, struggling in vain to survive and take revenge.

Even if Longqing survived in the end, his realm was even better than back then, and he successfully returned to the Daomen, and even became a closed disciple of the Lord, he could no longer attract the attention of the cultivation world.

If it was in the past, of course it would be great to know the fate of a young man like him, but now it is different, because there are still Ye Hongyu in the Daomen, especially in that spring breeze and rain, Haotian left some gifts in the world, there are more Hengmu Liren in the Daomen, and there is more barbarian boy named Ah Da on the grassland, not to mention that Ning Que has always been there, and he has been watching the world in Chang'an City, compared with these people, he seems so ordinary.

Therefore, Longqing was very silent, very low-key, and even gradually forgotten by the cultivation world, he and Hengmu led the temple's apologetic cavalry to clean up the Protestants, and people only paid attention to Hengmu, and they would not notice him.

It wasn't until today, when he reappeared in front of the entire cultivation interface, appeared in the capital of the Song Kingdom, raised the sky that fell to the ground with one hand, and bent the holy relics of the Demon Sect with one punch, that people remembered his glorious past, remembered that he was once a Dao Sect genius who was far superior to Ning Que, and understood his strength.

Ye Su is here, this is the most critical place for Daomen to eradicate Protestantism, and Longqing is in charge of this matter alone, or it can explain his current status in Daomen, as well as Daomen's confidence in him.

Just like he said to Tang Xiaotang.

He's really strong now.

His realm is very high, his cultivation is majestic to the point that there are no ancients before, and there is an incomparably complex strong consciousness in his body, he can be a demon or a god.

Long Qing walked dozens of feet away, his expression was calm, but in the eyes of people, he was like a demon god.

Immediately after, the crowd let out an exclamation.

Because they saw a scene that they thought was impossible.

Tang Xiaotang was trying to get up again - she was holding the ground with both hands, her fingers digging deep into the dirt, her hair wet with blood and sweat swaying weakly and exhaustively in front of her forehead, and her body trembling in pain.

She was badly wounded, she was exhausted to the extreme, but she wanted to get up, she wanted to fight.

So, she got back on her feet.

Like in dozens of fights over the past few days, she fell, then got up, fell, and got back up again, and no matter how many times she fell, she always got up at the end as if no one could really knock her down.

Even if Longqing, who is as powerful as a demon god, can't do it.

Long Qing's expression was slightly different.

He knew that Tang Xiaotang had been injured multiple times, even if she practiced the Demon Sect exercises, her body was as strong as steel, and she was so seriously injured, she shouldn't be able to stand up again.

Thinking of Tang Xiaotang's ability to recover in the battle before, and thinking of her strength exceeding the Daomen's calculations, he couldn't help frowning slightly and began to think.

When he walked in front of Tang Xiaotang, she was no longer wheezing in pain, the injury in her chest had improved a lot, and just a hundred steps away, she seemed to have regained the ability to fight.

It's not something that humans are capable of doing.

The Heavenly Book Sand Scroll has been by Long Qing's side, and it records all the exercises in the cultivation world, and he knows very well that there is no cultivation method at all that can do such a thing.

This can only be a miracle.

"I see. ”

Long Qing looked at her and said with emotion: "This is a gift from Haotian to you?"

When he said this, his expression was a little confused, and he was a little nostalgic, because he had been approaching Haotian for the first half of his life, and he was following both light and darkness.

However, today, he found that he was getting farther and farther away from Haotian, on the contrary, the enemy standing opposite him, the enemy of the Daomen, had received Haotian's favor, how could he not be confused.

However, after the confusion, he began to mourn, a little self-deprecating, but also became more and more determined, because what the Guan wanted them to do was itself far away from Haotian.

Tang Xiaotang didn't speak, silence is admitted.

Back then, in the alleys of Linkang City, Sang Sang said that he would give her eternal life, but she didn't care, although the other party was Haotian, she still thought it was a joke, a joke made by Haotian to ordinary people.

At that time, it was only a few years before now, not enough time to prove whether she could really live forever now, but in the continuous battles, some things that happened seemed to have proved that what Sang Sang said at that time was not a joke, but had real power.

In those continuous battles, she suffered a lot of injuries, and at the same time, she found that there seemed to be some kind of magical connection between her body and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, the lost strength could be replenished as quickly as possible, and no matter how serious the injuries were, she could recover in a very short time, and death always liked to pass by her.

Or rather, it means eternal life.

Of course, although the miracle is in her body, she is not a god after all, just an ordinary person, she cannot be truly immortal, but death has become much more distant for her.

To put it another way, she is now a lot stronger.

It is precisely for this reason that she was able to escort Ye Su and Chen Pipi, two poor people who were in ruins in the snow-capped mountains, all the way, and crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to come here, so that she could win until this time.

It is precisely for this reason that in the face of Longqing, who is as powerful as a demon god, she also has the strength to fight, although she was seriously injured, she did not die on the spot, and even recovered quickly, and was able to reluctantly fight again.

"The feeling of being protected by Haotian...... Or very good. ”

Long Qing looked at her quietly, not as if he didn't care that she was recovering quickly, and said, "It's a pity that Haotian can't protect you all the time, so you are destined to die today." ”

Tang Xiaotang said: "At least for now, I'm still alive. ”

Long Qing smiled slightly, the scar on his face was a little distorted, and his gray eyes showed a hint of mockery, and said, "I think you should have noticed that your recovery speed is not as fast as it was at the beginning. ”

Tang Xiaotang was silent again, because what Long Qing said was not wrong.

What does this prove? Haotian no longer shelters the people she once promised to shelter? Why?

"When Haotian can't even protect himself, how can he protect you?"

There was a sense of pleasure in Long Qing's voice that he didn't even notice.

Tang Xiaotang thought for a while and said, "I don't care. ”

Yes, she doesn't need to care, she grew up in the depths of the wasteland since she was a child, she is clean and simple, she has practiced hard, before that sentence to give you eternal life, there were no adventures, she didn't pick up any secrets, she didn't eat Tongtian Pill, among the younger generation in the cultivation world, her luck was the worst, but she was still strong.

Before that sentence, she was her, so without that sentence, she was still her, she was still the little girl in animal skin who didn't know how to write about failure, so why care?

With the force of her arms, she straightened the bent iron rod, and she coughed up two mouthfuls of blood from the sharp pain in her chest, but she regained her grip on the iron rod and pointed forward.

Long Qing looked at her and said with a smile: "The people in the Demon Sect are really crazy. ”

If you want to perish, you must go crazy, there have been many madmen in the Demon Sect who want to destroy the world, Tang Xiaotang is not that kind of person, but she often goes crazy in battle, such as a few days ago, such as today.

Tang Xiaotang took a step forward, his face pale.

The iron rod rose and fell through the wind, just like the mountain range abandoned by Haotian is still safe in the world, and she is no longer protected by Hao, she is still silent and resolute to face the enemy.

Long Qing's expression was abrupt, and the Dao shirt hunted in the cold wind of the early morning, dragging out the remnants of the Dao.

In an instant, he didn't know how many times he had attacked.

A dull crashing sound sounded, countless cracks appeared on the neatly cut bluestone in the square, and the figures of Long Qing and Tang Xiaotang suddenly gathered and separated, standing at both ends looking at each other.

Long Qing's face was pale, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his lips.

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head, didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly sat down on the ground.

Long Qing wiped away the blood and looked at her quietly.

She was so tired that she had lost her strength, and she no longer had a drop of strength.

Long Qing confirmed that she would not get up again, and turned to walk towards the high platform.