Zhi Hunt Zhen is more and more aware of the subtlety of the winter cicada stinging technique.

Storms and rains, thunder and lightning thundered again and again in the sky, he turned a blind eye, heard but did not hear, as if hidden in the most secluded and peaceful depths of heaven and earth.

The world seems to be divided into two, and then intersect with each other, showing different "degrees". And he felt as if he was in these two "degrees" at the same time.

The fading of the breath of life makes him experience a completely different way of life.

The physical body is completely hidden in heaven and earth, as if it has detached itself from itself, and becomes absolute stillness. On the other hand, the spiritual power is alive and well like never before, trembling with a peculiar frequency, and the brilliance is agile, never repeating it for a moment.

It's as if the spirit is breathing.

One breath and one breath, mysterious and incomprehensible, the whole spiritual world is like the ebb and flow of the sea, endless, rolling waves are all wonderful changes of spiritual power, rushing and splashing in a thousand forms, never the same.

This is what Taoists call knowing the sea. If Zhi Hunt really has an understanding, a thought of the soul is guarding the core of the spiritual sea, which seems to be slim and clear. It didn't take long for two strong breaths of life to approach rapidly: one as fierce as a scorching fire, huge and incomparable, and the other as majestic as a mountain and sea. Zhijia Zhen suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and his soul changed spontaneously, sinking into the sea of knowledge, turning into one of the thousands of surging spiritual waves, cutting off the last bit of induction to the outside world.

Yan Zhenglang's tall and high-hidden body appeared near the mountain temple.

Zhijia is really silent, muddy, like a golden cicada sleeping underground, unable to think of it, not a thought of it.

Yan Zhenglang crossed in front of Zhi Hunt Zhen, stepped over the muddy stone sill, and walked straight to the temple gate.

"Boom!" The huge lion's head hit the eaves of the temple, the eaves beams were broken, the broken tiles fell into the rain, and the mountain temple collapsed with a "hula" sound, and a large area of dust and mist rose.

The dusty ruins were empty, the walls were half broken, and several clay statues of gods were smashed by beams. Yan Zhenglang turned around, as if he was about to go back, but suddenly his body fell backwards and shot into the air, intercepting a wisp of dust and smoke that was blowing away with the wind.

The wisps of light smoke flickered, up and down, left and right, trying to get out. Yan hit the waves' body for a moment, stagnated in mid-air, and the five fingers of his left hand were spread, or bounced or entangled, hooked or picked, and blocked the light smoke again and again.

With the delicate beating of the five fingers, the delicate silky turbidity is quietly born and woven into a net. The light smoke rushes left and right, like a fly stuck to a spider's web, not only difficult to break free, but gets tighter and tighter, and the movement gradually slows down.

"Whew!" the light smoke spun rapidly, and a ghostly tiger head poked out, with white eyes and snow-white fur, and erupted into a terrifying roar. The invisible sound wave stirred up a circle of tangible ripples, breaking a small piece of turbid cobweb. Light smoke took advantage of the gap and ran straight away.

"Not bad!" Yan hit the wave lightly, closed his five fingers, and slapped it with his backhand, hitting the tiger's head. The tiger's head fell with light smoke, rolled on the spot, and turned into a gray Yin Jiuyu.

"It is worthy of being the first savage master who created the Ghost Sect, and the exercises are indeed unique. Yan Zhenglang didn't chase either, he glanced at the breeze that was constantly approaching under the mountain, and said casually, "Yin Sect Master, the Sprinkle family will give you five breaths of time to show your strengths in life." ”

Yin Jiuyin's double pupils were full of blue fire, and he suddenly pounced out, turning his palms into a knife. "Ahh

"First breath!" Yan hit the waves and did not move, and also turned his palms into knives and slashed downward. "Bang!" Yin Jiuyu's sword qi seemed to hit a towering cliff, shattering and scattering, and collapsed.

Yin Jiu snorted sullenly, made a mistake in his steps, and circled behind Yan Zhenglang at an astonishing high speed, and the palm knife brought out a series of phantoms, cutting towards Yan Zhenglang in a dazzled manner.

"Second breath!" Yan hit the waves without looking back, and the palm knife fell back to meet him, and he also conjured up a heavy sword shadow. "Bang, bang, bang!" The shadow of the Yan Wave is faster, more numerous, and stronger. The shadow of the sword in Yin Jiuyu disappeared one after another, he screamed, did not retreat but advanced, his body instantly turned into smoke, swimming through the dense knife shadow like a fish, and sticking to Yan Zhenglang's back.

"The third breath!" Yan hit the waves with his feet on the ground, his upper body swaying, fluctuating like smoke, blurry and indistinguishable like fog. Yin Jiuyu was only half a foot away from his vest, and he was never able to lock the position.

The Yin Nine Phantom Monster screamed, broke out of the smoke, and suddenly cracked at the shoulder and neck, drilling out a steaming white tiger head, the tiger's mouth opened, spitting out a white-gold sword light, and went straight to Yan Hitting Lang's legs.

The sword light is fierce and gloomy, and the hair is terrifying, and countless strange ghostly faces appear. Every grimace spat out a sinister sword light, and a dense ghostly face was born in the knife light......

At the same time, the breeze flew by, and the rune sword rolled up a blazing thunderbolt, piercing the Yan Wave Gate directly, just forming a front and back attack with Yin Jiuyou.

"Fourth breath!Okay, this White Tiger Seven Evil Knife is worth a look!" Yan Zhenglang suddenly squatted down, his shoulder slightly sideways, just aiming the huge lion head at the knife light. The Fu Sword shot over the top of Yan Banglang's head, and it folded without pause, stabbing straight down, as fast as lightning zigzag and fell.

This sword changes naturally, and it is completed in one go, showing the great master skills of the Clear Wind Refining Void Combination Dao.

Yan hit the wave with a flick of his fingers, hitting the tip of the sword. There was a long muffled sound of "bang", and the talisman sword trembled lightly and swung outward. Qingfeng was shocked and took a step back, his footing was unstable, and he took another step back, and the breath in his body was disordered and agitated, and he was forced to take another step back.

The Qingfeng Fu Sword was raised, and when he wanted to stab it out again, his wrist couldn't help but feel sore. Yan Zhenglang seemed to only flick his fingers, but in fact, he flicked thirty-six times in an instant, and each turbidity superimposed, forcing him back.

"Fifth breath!"

The angry lion's mouth bit the knife light, and under the stimulus, the python's tail flicked, sweeping the white tiger head on the shoulder and neck of Yin Jiu Yu to smithereens. Yin Jiuyou was like being struck by thunder, vomiting blood and staggering backwards, and his body spun halfway, turning into smoke and flying away.

"The Yin Sect's main skills are exhausted. Only then did Yan hit the waves and turned around, catching up with the light smoke like a shadow, and cutting through the air with a palm that seemed to be slow. "Puff puff!" The light smoke broke into dozens of pieces, fell to the ground, and turned into a corpse that was torn apart by Yin Jiuyou. Suddenly, a tiger-shaped black mist came out of the wreckage, and just about to escape, it was slapped in the air by Yan Zhenglang's big hand, and it disappeared.

With his palm on the ground, Yan Zhenglang jumped up with his strength and pounced into the distance, his eyes paused near Zhi Hunt Zhen. There were two people here before, who had already been locked by his qi machine, but now they have disappeared inexplicably, and there is no longer half of the sense.

"Interesting!" Yan hit the waves not annoyed but happy, and the appearance of variables means that the "one" that has escaped is no longer traceless. Suddenly, he moved sideways in mid-air, and the blue-purple electric light hit in an instant, landed in the original position, and shot straight out, hitting the rock and blasting open, and more than a dozen deep cracks stretched along the mountain.

Qingfeng's sword slash missed again, and the knuckles holding the sword turned pale.

The thunder and lightning roared, the rain boiled like a waterfall, and the grass and trees on both sides retreated rapidly. The breeze jumped over the cliffs, rushed through the forest, and then turned back...... All the way, I chased the back of Yan hitting the waves that was within reach and out of reach.

The rugged mountain road, going around and around, looks like there is no end.

Just like when he was eight years old, his mother held his little hand and walked step by step towards the Thunder Cliff of the Taishang Shenxiao Sect. The steep and long mountain steps are endless, and the sweat is drenched in heavy rain.

Every time a Taoist priest came down, his mother hurriedly grabbed him, avoided him to the very edge, lowered his head, and showed a humble smile. He secretly looked back, and the back of the Taoist priest was out of reach......

"Bang!" Yan hit the wave and jumped high over a pile of mountain rocks, suddenly stopped, and kicked his right leg backwards without warning, right in the middle rocks.

Flesh and blood spurted out with mud, and the rocks turned into nine pieces, piercing their chests and shattering their hearts. The golden Feilai Peak "Gulu" sounded and rolled to the foot of Yan Hitting the waves.

"This thing can be exchanged for some drinks. "The swallow hit the waves with a hook on his toes, and flew to the peak to pick and send it into his arms.

Thirty zhang away, the breeze erupted into a thunderous roar, rushing straight over, the whole body was full of pure qi and moving, and for a while the lightning was like rain, pouring out, covering every corner that Yan Hit Wave could avoid.

Yan hit the waves and shrunk his hands and feet, his body curled up, and he was like a huge and heavy shield, firmly protecting him. The electric light shot on the body of the dragon, splashing blood rain and stirring up wisps of white smoke. He roared in pain and twitched violently, his tail slammed against the rocks, smashing out a deep pit, dozens of fissures radiating out, rocks tumbling, mud rushing.

Yan hit the waves on all fours, bounced up, and shook off the breeze again. After a dozen ups and downs, he had run close to the mountainside. Under the remote sensing of the qi machine, everyone in the Dao Sect could not escape the lock of his spiritual power.

The rocky wall on the mountainside was like a chip, and a dark slit was cracked in the middle, and Zhang Wuji stood there, desperately watching Yan Hitting the waves and rushing closer, his hands and feet stiff as wood, and he completely lost the courage to resist.

"Bang!" a figure fell straight down from the top of the dangerous mountain, like a sharp lightning bolt, lonely and dazzling.

The water column rushed up, the mud and rocks splashed, and the figure fell in front of the crack in the mountain, staggered, slowly straightened up, and the peachwood rune sword pointed at Yan Hitting the waves.

Yan Zhenglang glanced at the breeze in surprise, stopped, and let out an earth-shattering roar, shaking the rock wall and falling rubble.

The breeze stood in the heavy rain, splashing mud and lime, and the neat bun was scattered by the strong wind.

The rain poured down his cheeks, cold and merciless, and there was a burning sting. On the night of his mother's death, he also stood in the heavy rain, lonely and helpless.

Yan Zhenglang was silent for a long time, and sighed: "Daoyou Dao has a firm heart, which is really the only thing to see in the life of the Sprinkle family." You go, the sprinkler family will not embarrass you. ”

Qingfeng was silent, just clenching the talisman sword. The glossy dark red mahogany hilt has been used for a hundred years, and it still vaguely retains the roughness of the past.

This is a very ordinary piece of peachwood, he watched his mother slowly sharpen under the oil lamp, the sword embryo came out, and the narrow hilt also came out......

The Fu Sword remained motionless, pointing at Yan Striking Waves, and the sword body continued to light up with wisps of light, until the entire sword turned into a dazzling and trembling electric light.

"In the end," Qingfeng's voice was low and powerful, "I still walked up to Thunder Bluff step by step. ”

He looked up at the earthly Yan Hitting the waves of the gods, his robes were excited, his body and swords were one, and he rushed straight over without hesitation.

Mother, we don't need to bow our heads.

The sword light broke through the sky, and the dark world became bright.