Ma Ta Feng Outer Courtyard.

Several deacons of the Jingzi generation are busy, although the preparations for the annual festival in the outer courtyard are not as grand as those of the peaks and veins, but there are also some rules that are not sloppy, and there are tenants divided into the outer courtyard.

Therefore, even if the bright moon rises and the night deepens, there is no meaning of rest.

Several deacons seemed to sense something, and raised their heads almost at the same time, they looked in the direction of the Dharma Transmission Building, a little suspicious, and there were some strange noises, but they were separated by some distance, and they quickly disappeared.

Shaking his head, a few deacons didn't pay attention to it, the really important second floor of the Dharma Transmission Building is not easy to open to foreign disciples, and they are all arranged with Qimen formations, not to get the formation order to pass, even second-order masters can't go up.

The backyard of the Dharma Transmission Building.

The five-colored furnace hummed, and although the metallic light was cold, it emitted an incomparably hot qi, and the air twisted under this qi, giving birth to fine folds.

Looking closely, the five-color furnace at this time also gave birth to some abnormalities, the five-colored furnace body faintly began to blend, and the junction turned into a chaotic color, as if the chaotic runes at the beginning of the world have a kind of ancient and vicissitudes of life.

Call!

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, the five-colored furnace shook and levitated, revealing Wang Qingyuan sitting in the middle.

At this time, Wang Qingyuan, compared with a few hours ago, the qi and blood have really decayed too much, if there is a resurrection of the demon soldiers who fought at the beginning, it can be judged that at least nearly half of it has been exhausted, just feel the strength of this qi and blood. At most, it's just a little bit more than a thousand pounds.

The most important thing is that Wang Qingyuan at this time looks more peaceful, just like an ordinary teenager in the market. I can't see the slightest outstanding combat power.

The five-color furnace turned from solid to void and disappeared, Wang Qingyuan exhaled lightly, but it turned into a sharp white air arrow, faintly with a hint of hazy chaotic color. Knock the hard bluestone ground in front of you into a hole several inches deep.

Slightly stunned, Wang Qingyuan thought again, and the chaotic sea in the spiritual platform fluctuated slightly, and suddenly wisps of chaotic qi seeped out and were swallowed by him.

When the chaotic qi flows into the body, it turns into a warm and vibrant vitality, penetrates into the limbs and bones, and the spiritual power enters the body, Wang Qingyuan sees his own flesh and skin, and even the color of his muscles and bones. They are all dyed with a faint layer of chaotic color, especially the attenuated blood qi, which is more viscous as chaotic mercury slurry, crystal clear, and does not see any variegation.

At this moment, the refining of qi and blood has advanced to forty percent, and there is still sixty percent left, it is not an overnight effort, Wang Qingyuan estimated, with his current throughput of one hundred and ten secret apertures. If there is no external help, I am afraid it will take at least two or three years to achieve perfection.

During this time, all the Heaven and Earth Ancestral Qi was used to refine Qi and blood and remove impurities. It is impossible for this body's qi and blood to recover, and it will continue to decay, as for the true cultivation power......

Even if it's late at night. In the outer courtyard of Ma Tafeng, Wang Qingyuan can still vaguely capture the faint sound of the sword, and the disciples of the outer courtyard have not rested, practicing swords in their own courtyards and understanding swordsmanship.

"It seems that the sect is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they all want to compete for the championship and win a good ranking. ”

Wang Qingyuan said secretly in his heart: "But I can also see that the entire Xuantian Dao looks calm, but in fact, there is an undercurrent surging inside, how many children of big families have become disciples of Xuantian Dao, and only half of the disciples of the cold sect, among them, many forces are entangled, and sooner or later there will be chaos." ”

Thinking of this, Wang Qingyuan shook his head again, he didn't believe that the top people at the top of the Xuantian Dao would not be able to see clearly, but he was afraid that there were other plans, and it was not something he could guess through.

"These are all things that the head of Jingyuan Dao has to worry about, I think too much, this outer courtyard sect is what I want to pay attention to. ”

Wang Qingyuan's eyes were slightly condensed, "Purple Feather Shocking Steps", which belonged to his Ziwei Peak, was how to take it back.

The most important thing for the re-establishment of crape myrtle peak is to win the hearts of the people, and the people's desire is not obstructed, so that the mountain gate can be successfully reopened.

In this sect competition, overcoming obstacles and competing for the position of leader, it is also to unite people's hearts, gather people's hearts with cultivation, and convince people's spirit with strength, so that the soul is closer, and a sense of identity is naturally born.

This is Wang Qingyuan's current realization, after walking out of the Dharma Transmission Building, he felt that his mental power was very active, and he was about to move, faintly hooking the qi and blood on his body, which was to perceive enough savings and want to impact the third skill of "Time Knife".

"It seems that the cultivation of this "Time Knife" is not just a simple accumulation of qi and blood to impact the stars, the cultivation of the mind confusion technique, but also involves the truth of this world, the truth can be transformed into power, not ethereal, just like now, I figure out the human heart, and the essence of the mind confusion technique is secretly combined, so that my mastery of this spiritual magic technique is further level, and then I can show the effect of 12% of the force. ”

Along the way, Wang Qingyuan continued to figure out his own body, this trip to the outer courtyard of the peak, he gained so much that it is not too much to be reborn, and the most important thing is that he has already stepped into the cultivation of the ninth layer of "Xuantian Gong".

This is not ordinary, there are unwritten rules in Xuantian Dao, "Xuantian Gong" enters the ninth layer, and you can be promoted to an entry disciple without building a foundation, carve a life card, and put it in the back hall of the ancestral hall.

......

Back to Ziwei Peak, Qingliu and the two had not yet returned, Wang Qingyuan came to the dry crape myrtle spring, the sword mark appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly the stars shifted, and he entered the Yuanshen world of Ziji Zhenren.

Belonging to the Yuanshen world of Ziji Zhenren, there seems to be no night, there are disciples who come and go, from time to time to discuss the changes in swordsmanship, some look solemn, some are full of joy, as if they have just figured out what pass, and some people just look old-fashioned and do not smile, but unfortunately, these are not true, Wang Qingyuan stretched out his hand and passed through these disciples.

Only now did he vaguely understand what kind of terrifying power it would take to maintain such a huge illusion, at least it would be impossible for him to do it now.

Look at the blue spring water in front of you, the cold air is rising, but it is real, this slogan is called one of the top ten ancient springs in the world, crape myrtle spring, in the quenching blade has a miraculous effect, the psychic god soldier is not the ten ancient springs can not be quenched, the traceless Taoist soldiers can be quenched by this spring water, most of them can go to the next level.

It is precisely because of the preciousness that Wang Qingyuan and the three of them do not have the slightest intention of taking out the spring water, and the inheritance is difficult to take, but the husband is not guilty, and Huaibi is guilty, the temptation of this crape myrtle spring is real money, and even more extraordinary significance.

In front of the Ziwei Palace, Wang Qingyuan did not see Ziji Zhenren, the martial arts arena was empty, his mind moved, he walked out of the Ziwei Palace, walked into the vast mountain fog, climbed to the top after half a burnt incense, and suddenly sprinkled warm starlight above his head, a round of purple stars glowing, hanging high above the sky.

On the edge of the cliff, the figure of the young Taoist priest turned his back to him, as if he sensed something, slowly turned around, glanced at Wang Qingyuan, and stopped not moving.

After a few breaths, the young Taoist priest seemed to see something, and the sharp edge in his eyes skyrocketed.

"Take the knife!"

Without the slightest warning, the young Taoist priest made a move, and the snow-white and slender blade seemed to take on all the brilliance, condensed all the starlight, and an extremely majestic, but extremely sharp aura locked on Wang Qingyuan's body.

Boom!

The hairs on his body stood up, but Wang Qingyuan was not frightened, the blue iron long knife was unsheathed in an instant, and the qi and blood around his body were not visible, but the long knife fell, and it seemed that a lightning bolt actually condensed three inches of transparent air on the blade, this is his knife is too fast, and it actually compresses the air, and it condenses into an air knife on the blade.

Unmoved by the young Taoist's knife realm, Wang Qingyuan intercepted the knife, the blades collided, and a strong wind swept out towards the two of them as the center, and the air was wrinkled, as if it was surging like a big wave, and the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain were scattered.

"Come again!"

The young Taoist priest's sword light turned, and a four-inch-long blood qi sword was condensed on the tip of the knife, his back was straight, and the long knife seemed to shuttle between nothingness and reality, penetrating the light into every inch of the corner.

This knife is out of Wang Qingyuan's imagination, just now he intercepted the young Taoist priest's knife realm with the third knife of Ziwei he comprehended, and now this knife is not an ordinary change, it seems to involve a more advanced spiritual realm.

As soon as his gaze was straight, Wang Qingyuan attracted the spiritual power in the ancestral divine court, he was united with the sword, and barely integrated into the knife realm, as soon as his knife momentum changed, the whole person's temperament became brilliant like an emperor star, and the two invisible blades collided in the void, and the air was torn apart, revealing a pale vacuum knife mark.

"Good!"

The young Taoist priest's eyes were brighter, and the sword technique was changed again, and his body revealed an extremely strong majestic aura, and the snow-white long knife was directed towards, as if the eyes of the gods fell, and he ordered Beidou to punish for heaven and take charge of the cycle of life and death.

With this knife, Wang Qingyuan suddenly felt the strong smell of death, he took a deep breath, and the originally inconspicuous qi and blood were suddenly urged to the extreme.

Rumble!

It's okay that this qi and blood don't urge with all their strength, and as soon as they hook it, there is a thunderous sound.

If the chaotic viscous qi and blood light floated out of his body and spread to the blue iron long knife, Wang Qingyuan's eyes bloomed with chaotic light, at this moment, his breath seemed to be able to shake the gods, the hard under his feet, the mountain rocks that had been polished by wind and rain also began to crack, and the air was wrinkled, like waves of stormy waves, sweeping in all directions.

It is almost a blessing to the soul, at this moment of peak power, Wang Qingyuan came out of the knife, the blue iron long knife body derived five-color light, five-color blending, chaos like runes, the air cracked silently, the five-color light accompanied by chaos, on the tip of the knife, it was swallowed out of a five-inch-long blood knife, this knife also became a chaotic five-colored, where it passed, the vacuum was slightly distorted, falling into the eyes of the young Taoist, this knife seemed to turn the heavens and the earth into a furnace, the five elements rotated, chaos derived, to refine the gods.

"Nine-layer Xuantian Gong!"

At this moment, he was as calm as a young Taoist priest, and he also let out a low shout, and his eyes burst out with an unprecedented edge.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The blades of the two collided, splashing a series of fist-sized sparks, which landed like lava and gave rise to bursts of green smoke.

At this moment, the peak of crape myrtle seemed to set off a hurricane, and all the mountain mist and clouds were torn apart by the two invisible blades, and they were cut to pieces, making the purple-golden sun above the nine heavens even more unhindered, and the sunlight sprinkled down, enveloping the entire mountain.

In front of crape myrtle springs.

Qingliu and the two of them who had just entered the Yuanshen World were a little stunned, they looked at the top of Ziwei Peak from afar, and they couldn't see anything clearly, but the thunder of the blade colliding was clear in their ears, and the two sharp qi that belonged to the Dao of the Sword, even if they were separated by several miles, made their backs chill.

When the final collision was over, the clouds and mist on the summit were cut into tatters, and Qingliu and the two looked at each other. They all saw the horror in each other's eyes, needless to say, they also knew who was fighting on the peak, but they didn't think of it. For example, Wang Qingyuan, his skills have actually been improved, and he has reached a situation where they are also shocked and difficult to calm down.

"Refining the dark knot, plasma mercury. Chaos Qi, Five Elements Knife. ”

I don't know when, a young man like an iron tower appeared in front of him, he muttered, it was difficult to hide the envy in his eyes: "The inheritance is like this, what more can the husband ask for!"

Hearing this, the fat man tightened his whole body, and suddenly gave birth to an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, before he could lick his face and come up, the young man had already turned around. Those eyes were as gloomy as ten thousand years of ice, and he was like falling into an ice cellar.

"Master. ”

The fat man barely smiled, but the next moment, as soon as his neck tightened, he was picked up by a large hand.

"Hey, Master, Master, magnanimity! magnanimity! The sea is tolerant of all rivers, and tolerance is a great ......"

Syllable!

Before he could finish his sentence, he received a slap. The back of the head clattered, and the eyes were full of stars.

The young man said coldly: "You have to have a good temperament, and the strength can suppress everything! For such a long time, have you not started with "Zerre's Palm"? I want to take the school exam well!"

The corners of Qingliu's mouth twitched slightly. Holding back a smile, looking at the look of resentment on the fat man's face when he reluctantly turned his head, he raised his gaze and pretended not to see it.

But soon, he smelled a faint fragrance, and the corners of his grinning mouth really began to twitch. As soon as his gaze froze, he saw that not far from his side, a beautiful Dao aunt wearing a pure white Dao robe and looking like an immortal was looking at him coldly.

With a sigh in his heart, he didn't dare to hesitate, and raised his feet to follow the graceful back of the young Dao Gu.