In the unknown space, the boy in black exclaimed in disbelief, as if he had encountered something incredible, so that he could not calm down.

The space shook, and the wisps of fluttering ribbons were disturbed by his momentum, and the vibration swayed uncertainly, which showed the ups and downs of his heart.

Once upon a time, the sage of the moral essay was superb, and the Confucian holy relics that were once led by him actually fell into the hands of a little-known Taoist boy?

It's no wonder that the boy in black was dumbfounded, in their time, Wen Sheng held a sea of mountains and books in his hand, and he became a poem in seven steps, and he was romantic. is full of righteousness, and the evil spirits of the same generation have shrunk and are kind to others.

The power of Wenshan Shuhai was close to the emperor's sword, and in the era when the black-clothed boy was dominant, he once faced this thing, and the wind and clouds of the direct battle changed color, and the sun and moon were dull.

Otherwise, he would not have been taken advantage of by Zhang Tianshi, the patriarch of the Dragon and Tiger Immortal Sect, and he would have fallen into this field.

Seeing this, the boy in black suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and his eyes moved slightly, although the distance was very far, the figure tightly wrapped in golden light seemed to be in front of him. He looked at the rising golden light curtain with a complicated expression, and slowly spoke: "Who are you, how can this thing be in your hands? As far as I know, it is extremely difficult to recognize the owner of this thing, but I didn't expect to be able to see it after many years." Let me guess, it must have been damaged, and you got it by accident. Otherwise, with my current strength, I would only be able to escape when I encounter it. ”

His tone was full of nostalgia for the past, but he did not believe that this holy object would easily recognize people as the master. As we all know, real treasures breed machine spirits on their own, and there are certain rules for choosing the owner. It is absolutely impossible to cast another door, after all, it is a holy relic that has been infiltrated by the righteousness of Confucianism for so long. So he insisted that the sea of Wenshan and books at this time was damaged!

This made his mind flutter, and the sea of Wenshan and books was damaged, so he was not trapped in a city.

If he can devour the sea of mountains and books, the benefits for him to get out of trouble as soon as possible will be endless.

Surprise, big surprise.

When he was sleeping, someone gave him a pillow, and the boy in black was overjoyed at the thought that he would finally be free to get out of trouble.

"Haha...... Heaven help me, the ancestor is going to be merciful and spare you as a host, but your treasure, I will strip it out and keep it for myself, I guess you won't have an opinion, right?"

It's just that under the black-clothed boy's close vision, the figure was indifferent to this, staring up at the night sky in the faint moonlight with empty eyes, as if he was not interested in anything.

Because of the blessing of the elixir, Han Qing suffered a catastrophe this time, although the injuries seemed to be amazing, but there were no fatal injuries.

The cultivation in the later stage of the Void Realm is not just talking, and the abundant aura in his body has already transformed his physique into something different from ordinary people. At most, these flesh injuries just made him feel pain, and the real injury was that the dantian was abolished, and he would have no chance to cultivate in the future.

The wound of the knotty coffee could no longer feel the pain, and Han Qing, who was lying here on his back, was already numb.

In fact, he had already woken up, and he remembered everything that happened on his body vividly, and the sound of the whipping still seemed to be echoing in his ears now, so clearly......

How he wished it was all a dream.

This fourteen-year-old young man, who had wandered away from his hometown and had been suffering a lot and missing an arm, lay flat like an old man on the verge of decay, and he would die of anger at any moment.

is full of life, how can there be a vigorous young man.

When a person has no hope in his heart and is completely disappointed in this world, what is the joy of life and death?

Didn't he have any hatred in his heart? It's just that when a cold water is about to be poured on his head, even if his heart is full of pride and ambition, he is greeted only by more complete despair.

Now Han Qing is like a rootless duckweed, and sometimes he asks himself, is it good to die with the flow?

It's just that when this young man's mind appeared with a face as withered as tree bark and a shiny head, this distressed young man who had always been strong covered his face with one hand and whimpered silently.

"Boom...... Are you crying? After all, the young man is still a little tender, and he can't bear this little ordeal? Let the ancestor completely free you, Creation Fist. ”

A punch out of the heaven and earth, the hooked heaven and earth aura converged towards the palm of the black-clothed boy's hand, and a mysterious meaning flowed in the forbidden land.

The black-clothed boy's creation fist is like Zhong Tiandi's creation, not like a mortal thing, and it stirs up the wind and clouds as soon as it makes a move, full of momentum.

However, in a flash of light, he will retract his momentum, and now is not the time to be exposed. If the old immortals of the Dragon and Tiger Immortal Gate find that he has recovered his vitality, he may come up with some damage to clean him up.

Therefore, he used the slightest means of reaching the sky, so that the momentum of the sky converged in one hand, this skillful means of using the aura, even if the Dragon and Tiger Sect Master came in person, I am afraid that he would be ashamed of himself.

After breaking through the golden light curtain of the unwritten sea of mountains and books for a long time, the boy in black finally resorted to the final means - Creation Fist.

The fist moved, and a transparent white and flawless hand pierced through the layers of space and came to Han Qing.

At this moment, Wenshan Shuhai seemed to have felt the monstrous crisis, and he didn't need Han Qing's urging to protect the lord by himself.

From Han Qing's eyebrows, a more refined golden air flow was released again, merging into the golden light curtain, instantly making that light curtain condense a lot.

Finally, the fist arrived, and with a loud bang, one hand slammed into the golden light curtain, which only lasted less than a moment before shattering.

The castration of the fist remained unchanged, but halfway through, the fist turned into a palm and shot towards Han Qing's eyebrows. Even though Han Qing was not sad or happy at this moment, his body was also shaking, and the energy shock wave shook him towards the depths of the grass.

At the last moment, the sea of Wenshan and books in the center of Han Qing's eyebrows accelerated, and the palm print was getting closer and closer, about to get close to Han Qing's forehead.

Now if Han Qing looked inward, he would find that there was a man who looked like a scholar in the center of his eyebrows, and the countless golden fonts contained all kinds of traces of the Great Dao, and he attacked sharply.

Now what the boy in black is doing is robbery, which is no different from a robber, just because his strength is higher than Han Qing, and he doesn't care about his feelings at all. Just because of his high strength, he can do whatever he wants.

"Buzz ......"

A golden light emitted a metallic trill, no matter how it struggled, in the face of absolute strength, Wenshan Shuhai was finally slowly dragged out of Han Qing's eyebrows by the boy in black.

Han Qing's eyebrows shone brightly at this moment, and the golden air flow was wisps, reflecting the golden light in his eyebrows, like a golden-bodied Arhat.

Like a tug-of-war, Wenshan Shuhai and the black-clothed boy's creation fist formed an opposition, one side ingested hard, and the other side insisted that Qingshan would not relax, and the advance and retreat were lost.

In the battle, although the sea of Wenshan and Shuhai, who had already recognized the lord, was damaged, it was a holy relic after all, and it should not be underestimated, and the confrontation with the boy in black was in full swing.

But this is undoubtedly easy to anger the boy in black, and sure enough, seeing that the long-day struggle was in vain, this child-like ancestor was angry.

His face showed a hideous look, it was about the achievements of the Great Dao, he would not follow the steps, he could not succeed in one blow, and he would strike another blow.

"Boy, you brought it on yourself, if you don't cooperate with me, then you will die. ”

"Hoo ......"

A palm wind was quickly generated, and it flew out of the hands of the black-clothed boy like a thousand armies with the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai, and then broke through the spatial distance, and came to Han Qing in an instant.

What the boy in black has to do is to let Wenshan Shuhai take care of one or the other, and see how it chooses.

Sure enough, the Savior of Wenshan Shuhai was eagerly relieved, and the balance of the tug-of-war was unbalanced, and it was tricked.

Seeing this, the black-clothed boy was overjoyed, and his cultivation skill suddenly exerted force, pulling Wenshan Shuhai out of Han Qing's eyebrows.

Han Qing still didn't react to this, lying flat and letting him wind from the southeast and northwest.

After losing his dantian, he was like a wasted man, and since then he has no way to practice, and he has truly become a person who has no power to restrain his chickens, and even returning to his hometown to cultivate has become a luxury for him.

Without the master as the carrier, Wenshan Shuhai is just a dazzling golden light, and half of his strength is missing, and he is gradually defeated by the boy in black after a few rounds, and he is in danger.

But at this critical moment, there was a coquettish shout: "Stop." ”

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