Chapter 151: Outside the Gang Wind and the Sky, Escape to the Sky

How could it be so fast?!

On the roof, the little tiger cub exploded.

She witnessed Li Yuan's battle last night, and she naturally expected him to draw a knife.

But the scene in front of her really made her feel frightened.

The Demon Suppression Knife Technique is a superior sword technique honed in countless battles, which is the best in the world, and almost no one can break it.

Even if it's just a knife, at the level of Tongmai, it is very difficult to resist and crack.

In her expectation, it must be her own patient training, waiting for him to complete his cultivation in the first nine days, plus the Dragon Zen Diamond Sutra and other peerless consummation, through countless fierce battles, in order to find the opportunity to die together.

It's only the middle of the night, the middle of the night......

The little tiger cub muttered in his heart.

She couldn't understand how this kid could crack the first knife of the demon in half a day.

Outside the small temple, Li Yuan turned his head and glanced at the stupid cat on the roof:

What is that stupid cat in a daze?

Li Daoye was in a good mood, and after a casual glance, he turned around again and began to feel the fluctuations coming from the small temple

The Dragon Dao Lord's reaction was really fast...... No, this old disrespectful must be spying on me.

Wisps of mist shrouded the small temple, and Li Yuan reached out to touch it, only to feel that his hand felt like a veil, which could extremely block his vision.

But through the thin veil of clouds, he could still feel the qi emanating from the small temple, which was very strong, and the clouds and mist could not be completely blocked.

Through the mist, he could see that in the small temple, the white light was like a tide, surging into the sky, and in the clouds, turning into a picture scroll, blurry and unclear.

The usefulness of the health furnace is really wide.

The distance was so close, even under the diffusion and surging of the white light, the light and shadow flickered overhead, and Li Yuan couldn't really see it, this cloud and mist came from the health furnace, it seemed to be a thin layer, but in fact, it was very strong in concealment.

However, he only muttered in his heart, and as soon as his thoughts turned, he had already mastered all the items that blessed his spiritual power, including the Divine Fire Forging Bone Ring.

Over time, he has collected a wealth of items, and has gradually formed several different sets of control combinations.

Cultivation, fighting, and striking iron will change the corresponding palm combination, although the eternal level talent is greatly blessed, but he will not reject it faster.

With the blessing of this set of spiritual power's palm combination, his vision suddenly became clear.

Under the clouds and mist, the white light rose into the sky, and the scope of diffusion was not only this small temple, but at a glance, Li Yuan was a little frightened:

I'm afraid it's ten miles away? No wonder the dragon road is mainly covered, this movement is too big!

Whew~

Not only did he see it, but Li Yuan also heard the voice.

The scrolls are overlapping or alone, and there are stormy waves, waterfalls, mountains and forests, and deep valleys full of thunder.

Even, he saw the cold pool fire valley of the Valley of Divine Soldiers.

The scenery is varied and not repeated, the only thing that is the same is that in any painting, there is a pure white dragon and a six-tusked old elephant.

This is, Jing?

Li Yuan's heart moved.

He had asked the bronze tower master about the Grandmaster, the Spiritual Appearance, and the latter had mentioned transit, or rather, the wonders.

The change of form before entering the Tao, and the spiritual appearance after entering the Tao, this is the essence of martial arts.

When Li Yuan changed his mind, he only heard the sound of a roar in the air, and then, the dragon and the elephant walked out of the picture scroll.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, the white light blazes.

…… Depend on!

Li Yuan was caught off guard, only to feel that his eyes were red, and tears immediately flowed out.

When he rubbed his eyes and looked again, he saw the white light returning against the current like a tide, and all the pictures were obscured, only the roar of the old elephant of the dragon was faintly heard in it.

Within the white light, it seemed to turn into a battlefield, and there was a violent collision and fighting.

Li Yuan looked intently, but he couldn't see anything, so he could only pray in his heart: Old dragon head, give me some strength.

……

Click!

On the lonely mountain, under the green pine, Long Xixiang sat cross-legged, and in front of and behind him, the entire divine realm was collapsing and shattering.

The terrifying collision of qi and engines tore through the wonders that appeared and were destroyed, outlining a picture of destruction.

Rise!

The old elephant stomped its feet and shuttled through the earth and the clouds.

Under the green pine, Long Yingchan's expression was solemn, but he couldn't participate in the scene of breaking Tiangang, so he could only cross the true qi for Long Xixiang.

Call!

At a certain moment, the wind in the divine realm stopped, and under the green pine, the dragon rose like a long body.

He was originally shriveled and old in the divine realm, which was a reflection of the heavy damage to his divine will, but at this moment, his body was full of vitality, and he became visibly younger with the naked eye.

But he didn't have time to take a closer look, so he rode on the old elephant in his stride, stretched out his five fingers to hold the dragon, and slaughtered the scroll of destruction that was intertwined with all kinds of wonders.

Bang!

In an instant, there seemed to be a thousand collisions.

Long Xixiang's figure disappeared in the energy, and Long Yingchan was highly concentrated.

I saw that in the place of collision, the Dao Qi machine expanded, compressing the surrounding air to form a high-pressure air wave that spread violently, and the void became cloudy for a while.

A Thousand Feet Divine Sword gradually dimmed, turning into a black dragon and disappearing into nothingness.

……

In a wooden corridor, a silver-haired girl with a delicate appearance and golden vertical stripes between her eyebrows tiptoed to the end, carefully looked around to see that no one was around, and then pushed open the door at the end.

Squeak~

The small sound of pushing the door startled the girl, and she subconsciously looked around left and right, almost going into cardiac arrest.

A tall, silver-haired young man looked at him with a blank expression.

Brother Wan Quan, I, I didn't do anything.

The girl hurriedly waved her hand: "It's just that this Heavenly Boat is really boring, so I want to go around......"

Does the Lord of the Nine Counties want to go to my father's study?

Wan Quan took a deep look at her, and saw that her little face was a little purple, so he smiled: "Follow me." ”

Yes? It's true?

The girl was surprised and delighted: I heard that Brother Chunyang stole into Uncle Wang's study and was almost killed on the spot.

"The Nine Counties Lord has a pure bloodline and a noble identity, how can he be compared to a hybrid with impure blood?

A trace of indifference flashed in Wan Quan's eyes, and he entered the house with a smile.

"So big?"

Walking into the study, the girl was also a little surprised: "I'm afraid there are millions of books, can Uncle Wang see it?" ”

Father's merit and creation, what are some books?

Wan Quan smiled, he was very patient with this girl, because if there was no accident, this should be his wife.

Lots of weapons! ”

The girl shuttled in front of the bookshelf, and suddenly looked to the other side, behind the study, there was an open room, much larger than the study.

On the bookshelf of unknown material, there are a mouthful of blades, swords, guns, swords, halberds, hammers, sticks, axes and bows, and there are no less than a thousand mouths at a glance.

My father likes to collect the world's divine soldiers, most of them are sent by the people below, and a small part, such as the Jinyang Sword and the star-chasing bow, are collected by my father. ”

Wan Quan was very patient, introduced them one by one, and while speaking, he picked up a half-human-high dragon blade:

This mouth, I got it through the trial of the inner door of the Dragon God Gate the year before last, and my father asked me to send it here to recuperate, and within ten years, after being nourished by the spirit of ten thousand soldiers, I should be able to be promoted to the top grade divine soldier! ”

Brother Wanquan opened the inner door trial of the Dragon God Gate? ”

The girl's eyes were filled with reverence.

"Hmm."

Wan Quan enjoyed the girl's worship quite a bit, but when he got here, he still stopped, and the deepest part of the study was dark.

Only the outline of a dragon blade can be faintly seen.

Is that Uncle Wang's Demon Dragon Divine Sword?

The girl's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously wanted to get closer, but was pulled by Wan Quan:

can't get close, this Demon Dragon Divine Knife, except for the father, whoever dares to approach will die.

The girl was a little disappointed, and when she was about to leave, a voice suddenly sounded in her ears, calm and indifferent: Since the Lord of the Nine Counties likes it, it doesn't hurt to take a look.

"Father."

"Uncle Wang."

The two were startled and saluted in a panic.

Outside the study, he walked into a tall middle-aged man, silver-haired and black-robed, wearing a flat crown, not angry but mighty.

"Zheng~"

The black-robed middle-aged man beckoned, and a dragon blade had appeared in his palm, silver and snowy, but it was full of various complicated black lines.

"Uncle Wang is so good."

The girl carefully touched the blade of the knife, and there were black ripples on the blade, as if something flashed, and she was startled.

"Don't be afraid."

The middle-aged man in the black robe had a gentle attitude, but his voice was really warm.

"What is this?"

Wan Quan glanced at his father, and seeing that he had no objection, he explained softly:

The father took the world's warriors as the sword, and the lines on the body of this knife were the sword intent that the father left in the bodies of some masters on the rivers and lakes in the early years, reflecting the ......

Woo-

The black-robed middle-aged man was a little more opportune, and one of the black lines suddenly rose, and a picture scroll had been outlined in the blink of an eye.

In the painting, there is a towering mountain, the peak is covered with frost, but a giant blade pierces the peak.

On the top of the peak, the old man, who had white hair and was full of twilight, was slowly retracting his sword with a gloomy expression.

This person is Long Yin Dao, the Heavenly Silkworm Dao of Qinglong Pavilion, who broke Tiangang fifty years ago, and was the ninth person on the god list, and was severely injured by his father.

Wan Quan's face is full of awe and yearning:

My father used this person as a whetstone, and in the past fifty years, I don't know how many geniuses from the Qinglong Pavilion have come here to challenge, and they are willing to sharpen their knives for their father!

The girl was a little in awe, but also a little unbearable:

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This is not the Zhenwu Palace, but a huge building ship suspended in the void, which is eighteen stories high, and each floor is erected with more than a dozen Qianzi Wang flags of three people thick and thin, 100 meters high.

Beyond the hull was a terrible wind, enough to tear through steel, but it was all held back from the ship.

Countless elite soldiers in armor shuttled through the layers of decks, throwing out long black whips, as if they were fishing for something in the wind.

Seeing the middle-aged man in the black robe, whether it was a soldier or a general, they all knelt on the ground.

The black-robed middle-aged man replied casually.

He walked slowly to the deck, looking against the railing, he looked down, his eyes seemed to penetrate the heavy wind, and saw the boundless ocean under the thousands of feet.

The old turtle was very fast.

The black-robed middle-aged man only glanced at it, and raised the dragon blade in his palm again, he stroked the missing black lines, and his eyes were faint:

Is there anyone in this world who can break the sword intent of this king? Or is it the old ghost in the star-picking tower again?

……

……

Outside the small temple, Li Yuansheng waited for more than an hour, but the clouds and mist around the main peak of Longmen still did not disperse.

didn't wait for Long Xixiang to come out, but he waited for Douyue, Yinfa and other senior brothers, although the clouds and mist covered the white light, they were also very conspicuous.

Brother, what happened?

Dou Yue's voice was low, and his face was a little heavy:

But Master, he's an old man......

Li Yuan swept his eyes and found that the faces of the senior brothers were a little sad, and there were a few people who looked at him with a little wrong eyes.

What about Master?

Is the Taoist Lord also there? Did he leave anything to say?

Senior Brother Li......

The great monk cried with a sad face, so frightened that the other disciples who were attracted did not dare to approach, he had good ears, and faintly heard the words of "inheritance" and "don't go up to touch the moldy head" and so on.

Good guys, do you think the old dragon head is sitting down?

Master, his old man is fine.

Looking at the clouds and mist around him, Li Yuan was still vague, the Dragon Dao Lord seemed to be deliberately covering up, and he naturally had to cooperate.

That?

Dou Yue coughed lightly, and the great monk was already walking everywhere, scolding and driving away the many disciples who were watching.

Senior Brother Li, there is no one left and right, just say what you have to say.

The one who spoke was a thin monk with a rather dark complexion, his name was Yinfa, and he was the second disciple of Long Xixiang.

Back to the second senior brother......

Li Yuan pondered for a moment, and before he could speak, there was a scolding voice in the temple:

Why, do you want the old man to sit down?

Long Xixiang's voice was full of anger, and the strong joy could be detected by almost everyone, and Douyue and Yinfa glanced at each other, and they could see the surprise on each other's faces.

The old man hasn't been so angry for decades......

Squeak~

The temple door is opened:

Li Yuan came in, and the others dispersed!