Back to crape myrtle peak.

Only the fat man is still in the crape myrtle palace, but in the early part of the month, the crape myrtle palace has a little more vitality, and various repairs have gone further, and even in the palace, high-quality sandalwood has been lit.

The fat man told Wang Qingyuan that in the past month, there have been several disciples of several peaks and veins to visit, and even more like Feixian Peak, a deacon was sent to come, and many Taoist classics were given a few cars, and the sandalwood that is now lit in this palace is from the first vein of Feixian Peak, and there is a whole year's supply, if it is exchanged for silver, it is no less than five hundred taels.

There is also Tai Ah Feng.

This time, the young man was no longer sneaky, but put on a full posture, with a dozen inner disciples, and dozens of miscellaneous Taoists came with many gifts, just the fine iron blade, there were enough hundred and ten mouths, and some other such as incense burner decorations, etc., and they were carried into the palace like no money, and most importantly, there were nearly 100 altars of good grain and wine, all of which had been aged for ten years, and the wine was fragrant, and it was put into the empty cellar by the fat man as a treasure.

As expected, after just a moment's effort, Jing Yi appeared in front of him with a happy face, which had to make Wang Qingyuan wonder if he had been in the palace for a month and had not returned.

Wang Qingyuan looked at the fat man again, the fat man first laughed, then patted his chest, and said: "Don't worry, everything will be recorded in the book, and you will return the gift one by one before the New Year's sacrifice." ”

Come and don't get along, it's rude.

Even if it is in the same territory of Xuantian Dao Mountain, even if the current crape myrtle peak is full of money, it cannot lose its dignity, in Wang Qingyuan's view, this dignity does not belong to him, the fat man, and Qingliu, but belongs to the sages of the crape myrtle peak that was cut off five hundred years ago, and the ancestors and ancestors.

Three more days after that.

Wang Qingyuan retreated in the Ziwei Palace, at this time, the spiritual power naturally hooked the chaotic qi and blood, this time, Wang Qingyuan did not suppress it anymore, for more than a month, he understood the truth, consolidated his body, and broke through the unevenness of promotion in the past, all of which have been polished to perfection, and the edges and corners have been exhausted.

The fourth stage of the "Time Knife" begins to practice.

The star position set by this heavy "Time Knife" should also be in the east of the Ancestral Divine Court, and there are four star apertures that need to be penetrated.

The chaotic qi and blood that belonged to the ninth layer of "Xuantian Gong" were wrapped in a strong heaven and earth ancestral qi, and it only stopped after penetrating the two star apertures.

At this time, Wang Qingyuan also felt that with the continuous deepening of the skill of "Time Knife", the lighting of each star position became more difficult, and when he reached this fourth realm, with the condensation and majesty of chaotic qi and blood, he was exhausted after only opening up two star apertures, and his follow-up was weak.

Day 4.

Wang Qingyuan walked out of the wing, his eyes were moist, but he was also a little dazzling, and some passing miscellaneous Taoists glanced at it, as if even their hearts were about to be swallowed up.

There is no need to think about it, they also know that the cultivation skills of this quasi-palm peak disciple are afraid that they have deepened again.

This is also Wang Qingyuan's recent breakthrough, Yu has not yet grasped the harmony of spiritual power, and it will take a few days and months to polish it.

Before he reached the Ziwei Palace, Wang Qingyuan heard the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air from the martial arts arena in front of the hall, and from a distance, he saw the young man Jingyi bare his strong forearms, holding a four-foot-long back knife, sweating like rain, practicing knife skills one by one.

Speaking of which, the most excited person in Ziwei Palace these days belongs to this young Jingzi uncle, because Wang Qingyuan no longer rejects him, and began to point out his sword practice from time to time, now, he has to practice a non-flow knife technique every day, and choose a other non-flowing magic technique to comprehend and learn from, although it is only three days, but Jing Xuan clearly feels that his knife method is a big step forward compared to three days ago, and he can reach the state of integration in the basic knife method.

......

Wang Qingyuan is going down the mountain.

The fat man had a bitter face, he also wanted to go down the mountain, but firstly, he was a native of the mountain village not far from the foot of Xuantian Dao Mountain, and secondly, the one in the primordial world of Ziwei Palace said before that he was not allowed to go down the mountain within a year, and he had to enter it every ten days, take the school to practice, and polish the exercises.

This made him very angry, because as far as Qingliu and Wang Qingyuan were concerned, there were no such rules.

Before leaving, the fat man almost gritted his teeth and took out two jars of old wine from the cellar, Wang Qingyuan patted open the sealing mud, drank a few sips, and finally patted the fat man on the shoulder, and said nothing. Turn around and leave the palace.

In the spring of March, there is an indescribable fragrance in the air.

Wang Qingyuan went down to Ziwei Peak and walked on the mountain road of Xuantian Dao, and he pondered for a long time. I want to go to Yicheng home to visit first.

......

"Lazy donkey. You hurry up, go down the mountain to eat wine and buy braised pork, I ordered sandalwood, and I won't look back......"

On the mountain road, after walking for a while, Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, and saw a young Taoist priest, who looked about the age of a weak crown, was sitting on the side of a donkey that looked fat and had big ears and black hair, and went down the mountain leisurely.

The donkey walked very slowly, and although the young Taoist priest urged, he did not move, and was soon caught up by Wang Qingyuan.

Inner disciple!

Wang Qingyuan saw that the other party was dressed in a pure white robe, not touching the dust, and his black hair was scattered, which was not messy, but gave birth to a bit of fairy wind and bones.

The two staggered by, and the young Taoist priest glanced at Wang Qingyuan, patted the lazy donkey under him, and smiled helplessly.

"Senior Brother Qingfan!"

Walking dozens of feet away, Wang Qingyuan caught the voice, this is a disciple of the outer courtyard walking in the mountain saluting respectfully.

Senior Brother Zhangfeng?

Wang Qingyuan was a little surprised, this young Taoist priest who looked unruly was actually a senior brother of Yifeng, a disciple of Zhangfeng.

Qingfan Taoist!

Wang Qingyuan seems to have heard a little, speaking of which, and now that he has left the outer courtyard, "Xuantian Gong" has practiced to the ninth layer, and he is already a disciple of the official entry, and the deacon of the ceremonial hall recently sent a piece of the life card branded by the Yuan Shen Zhenren, so that he drip blood and engrave his name, which is considered to have left a mark.

And this generation of Qing, Jing, Ning, and the four generations, according to the generation, if Wang Qingyuan is the number of the road, it should be the word Qingyuan.

At the foot of Xuantian Road.

After unraveling the sword stone, Wang Qingyuan stopped, looking at the knife body that was obliquely inserted on the ground, four feet long, and full of mottled rust, for many disciples of Xuantian Dao, and even deacons, Dharma protectors, and elders, this knife is a mystery, I don't know how long it has existed, but even if it is a real person of the Yuan Shen in the past dynasties, someone has never been able to pull out the knife, and no one has done it to destroy it.

Wang Qingyuan always felt that this knife was a little strange, every time he saw this knife, the seeds of Lingtai throbbed, he always had some different feelings, these feelings had no reason to breed, it made him a little vigilant, but fortunately there has been no change so far, he took one last look at the long knife, and walked by.

Descended.

Leaving the Xuantian Dao realm, Wang Qingyuan was alone.

His feet were very fast, but he reached the boundary of Yunyang County in half an hour.

Qingshan Town, Jiuligang Hu Mansion, he talked with Old Man Hu for a long time.

declined Old Man Hu's send-off, and Wang Qingyuan walked out of Jiuligang alone.

After walking less than ten miles, in a rocky place on the outskirts, Wang Qingyuan stopped, and his eyes became cold.

After a few breaths, more than a dozen figures flashed, and they surrounded him and locked him in the center.

More than ten people, one by one, covered their faces with black cloth, and wore night clothes, even if it was a blue sky and white day, they were unwilling to show their faces.

"I'm curious why you've followed me for so long, I don't have a good reputation in Kyushu, and I haven't had any bad relationships with people. Wang Qingyuan was puzzled.

"The dead don't need to know. ”

A man in black said coldly: "Do it!"

He didn't want to delay at all, he didn't talk nonsense with Wang Qingyuan, more than ten people flashed, and they rushed towards Wang Qingyuan, the sword light was Huohuo, the sword path was fierce and ruthless, his own vitality was vigorous, the air was like a crack, and he was cut to pieces in an instant.

More than ten people, all of them are foundation building monks who have practiced their own vitality, and Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power induction, that one person has cultivated the highest, and the Dao Foundation has already turned three times, only one step away, and his own vitality can be condensed into liquid, and he will enter the realm of Dao Ji Xiaocheng.

Wang Qingyuan closed his eyes and opened them again.

The more than ten black-clothed men stopped in horror, because at this time, the world in front of them changed, and the figure belonging to Wang Qingyuan disappeared, and they suddenly came to a cliff ten thousand feet high.

The wind and clouds all around him, a few steps back is the abyss, and in an instant, everyone is a little creepy, which is really a bit unbelievable.

"No! This is an illusion! Everyone keep their hearts and minds, and they have spiritual powers! This son has a spiritual power!"

The man in black reacted quickly, and the eyes of more than ten people quickly became solid, and their murderous aura overflowed, wanting to expel the illusion in front of them.

After a few breaths, the illusion is not extinguished, and there is not even a little wrinkle, but there is a faint sound of knife sound, only to see in mid-air, there are dozens of long knives from the void to the real, the knife light is like snow, the edge is exposed, even if it is more than ten zhang apart, it also makes the body cold.

"It's all illusions! The realm is born from the heart, as long as the killing intent is solidified, all illusions will be destroyed!"

The man in black drank violently, but in the next moment, nearly a hundred long knives were in the air, and the sword light was like a storm, instantly submerging everyone.

Poof!

There were blood splashes, warm blood fell on his face, and the man in black who was the leader was dumbfounded, watching a long knife pierce his companion's head, but then, he laughed, sure enough, everything was illusory, he was still alive, and there was no scar at all.

The next moment, the world in front of him seemed to ripple on the surface of the lake, and he saw the craggy rocks again, and the illusion was shattered, and he returned to the present world.

"Impossible!"

However, as soon as he turned his eyes, he drank in horror, because the stones were stained with blood, and more than a dozen companions still did not get up, and there was blood gurgling, flowing down the wound, slowly staining the mud red.

Could it be that he is still in a fantasy world?

As soon as he had such a thought, in an instant, Wang Qingyuan's figure turned from virtual to real, appeared in front of him, and an index finger fell, crowding the entire world in front of him.

......

In the rocky field.

Wang Qingyuan looked at the corpses around him, his eyes were cold, "Time Knife" reached the fourth level, his spiritual power was condensed, and he had already initially explored the threshold of interfering in the present world, and the mind confusion technique shocked the spirit of enslavement, and then attracted the edge of the knife, integrated into the long knife turned into the spirit, and killed people in the illusion is no longer just talking.

His eyes fell on the black-clothed man in front of him again, Wang Qingyuan tore off his face scarf, and a strange middle-aged face was full of old scars, and he couldn't make out his face.

couldn't help but gasp, Wang Qingyuan flicked his sleeves again, the chaotic qi and blood shook, and the black cloth on the faces of more than ten black-clothed people fell off, without exception, all of them.

Wang Qingyuan was silent, this group of people in black was obviously from an extraordinary background, and they could be ruthlessly disfigured, so they were hidden in the darkness, which was not something that ordinary forces could cultivate.

More than ten foundation-building killers, even ordinary second-order Kyushu sects and families, may not be willing to do so, and it is impossible to raise so many dead soldiers.

Wang Qingyuan finally looked at the middle-aged man in black in front of him, and said, "Where do you come from, and who are you instructed by?" ”

The middle-aged man in black had a dull gaze, and was enslaved by the mind trick, and involuntarily said: "The earth is evil, and the ...... is suffered."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Qingyuan felt an unstoppable force emerge from the spirit of enslavement, he put away his mind trick, and the black-clothed middle-aged man in front of him failed to wake up again, and his seven orifices spurted blood and fell to the ground with a bang.

Earthshatter!

Wang Qingyuan frowned, although his experience in Kyushu is shallow, he has also heard of the name of the earth, the earthshade does not know the origin, the ancient legend has existed when the demons ravaged 10,000 years ago, there was a peerless killer, hidden in the void, and the three major demon emperors were punished overnight, shocking the world.

A slayer from the Earth's Evil!

Wang Qingyuan frowned, he really couldn't figure out how he could encounter the elusive earth.

Disha is different from the general Kyushu sects and families in the world, no one knows where its foundation is, but its heritage is profound, not only in the territory of Kyushu in the world, but also in the countries of the four directions, and there are traces of it.

This is very difficult to do, if you want to get the news of the person who bought the murderer from the hands of the earth demon, Wang Qingyuan has just seen the means of the earth evil, and even in the ancestral court, there are masters who have planted a spiritual imprint, once there are signs of being enslaved, the spiritual imprint will be revived, destroying the spirit, and the form and spirit will be destroyed in an instant.

Ruthless!

Especially for himself, the ruthlessness of the earthly people has reached the point of incredible.

The road still has to go, even if it is a hell of a road. Wang Qingyuan believes that if you want to stir the earth, you will definitely have to pay a big price. Even in the Kyushu calendar, he once read that in order to take revenge, the first-order family did everything possible to ask for action, and in the end, the foundation was gone, and the family was bankrupt and failed to kill the enemy. The Earth Demon is different from the ordinary Kyushu killer, and after nine shots, no matter whether it is successful or not, it will no longer intervene.