Strangely, this street is sparsely populated, and the closer you get to the end, the fewer people there are. Until Wang Qingyuan saw a young monk, the monk's robe of Rumo could not see mercy, he seemed to see the depths of the endless underworld, the lowest level of the netherworld.

The Fourth Kill!

Wang Qingyuan gave birth to a clear understanding in his heart, and at the same time, he was like a great enemy, the young monk in front of him was different from the empty monk of the Buddha Gate Lianhua Temple, and the breath that belonged to the underworld was exuded from his body, and this breath made his crape myrtle true intentions that he had been brewing and refining for many days agitated.

"Earth Evil!" Wang Qingyuan said in a deep voice.

The pitch-black monk's clothes were slightly rippling, and the young monk's eyes were indifferent, and he said lightly: "Whether the earth is evil or not, it has nothing to do with me, your body may help me to transcend." ”

Detached?

Wang Qingyuan frowned, a little incomprehensible, but the moment the other party appeared at the end of the long street, he had an unparalleled sense of crisis far away from Li Xu, and it was definitely extraordinarily powerful.

I am not underestimated, but overestimated.

This is Wang Qingyuan's only thought at the moment, if he doesn't die this time, there will be a fifth kill, a sixth kill, and a ninth kill.

Liangzhou Inspection Division.

At this time, in a courtyard full of green bamboos in the depths of the villa, a middle-aged Confucian student sat at a stone table and carefully brewed tea, the water was a mountain spring outside the city, and the tea was the tip of bamboo leaves.

Er, this middle-aged Confucian put down the tea bowl and looked up into the distance, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the void and see the direction of the far away, frowning at this time, and muttering: "How could it alarm the one in the Leiyin Temple, the Xuantian Dao Beidou Shaojun, the Ziwei Peak Wang Qingyuan, and the Lianhua Temple, is it the great cause and effect of the ancients...... Hehe, it's really getting more and more exciting......"

......

At the end of the long street.

In March, Liangzhou was misty and rainy, and Wang Qingyuan was full of chaotic qi, and the chaotic qi and blood formed a field, isolating the continuous spring rain from the size.

More than ten zhang away, the young monk did not move at all, allowing the rain to wet the monk's robe, and the ink-like monk's robe seemed to melt the whole world and stick to his body.

He showed a rebellious and cold smile, and said: "Give you a chance to make a move, if you are too weak, I will pinch your bones inch by inch, so that you can experience the extreme pain in this world, if you can get by, I will leave you with a whole corpse." ”

Rumble!

As soon as his voice fell, Wang Qingyuan made a move, and this shot was not forgiving.

In the depths of the void, wisps of heaven and earth ancestral qi fell down, Wang Qingyuan pinched the fist seal, and the chaos furnace rotated on the fist, although it was only the size of a palm, but the chaotic qi was galloping and entangled, and the spiritual power was injected, and the true meaning of the Five Elements Fist was torn apart by the air in a radius of more than ten zhang, revealing the pale vacuum world.

Boom!

There was a roar, the air behind Wang Qingyuan distorted, and a chaotic Taiji diagram descended into the world.

"Yes, the Xuantian Dao Five Elements Fist has a bit of a climate, but its own pattern is still a few points behind, and it has not yet been freed from the shackles. ”

The young monk said coldly, his palm shook, but turned decay into magic, and with a simple palm, he tore apart the blood qi and fell onto the chaos furnace.

Clang!

The sparks splashed everywhere, Wang Qingyuan snorted, and slid back seven or eight zhang, and then looked at the fist, the chaos furnace was dented, and a clear palm print appeared on the furnace wall.

What a domineering and sturdy body!

Wang Qingyuan's heart sank, it was certain that this person must have practiced a body refining supernatural power technique, I don't know the level, but it is definitely not low.

Hey?

In this fight, the young monk who let the spring rain come raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up slightly, and said: "It's more interesting, the prototype of true intentions, and actually played a trace of insignificant condensed fist intent, although it has never been out of the shackles, it is commendable, but it is not enough! ”

"Moko Fudo Ming King Law"?

Wang Qingyuan's eyes were unprecedentedly solemn, this young monk did not hide the origin of the supernatural exercises, in this Buddhist and Taoist supernatural exercises, Wang Qingyuan flipped through the many classics in the Xuantian Dao Outer Courtyard Scripture Building, and how could he not know.

This "Moke Immovable Ming King Law", it is the territory of Liangzhou, the peerless practice of the Leiyin Temple, it is rumored that it is the first generation of the Great Leiyin Temple to achieve the nine tribulations of the living Bodhisattva in the later years of the collection of Dacheng created, "Moke Immovable Ming King Law" was born on the day of the birth of auspicious clouds, the Buddha's light shines, the earth gushes sweet springs, three days and three nights have not stopped.

Airplanes!

Wang Qingyuan clenched his fists, the chaos furnace on the fist blade was magnified, and the ancient furnace body was glowing with cold metallic light, rising and falling in the void, the air twisted and collapsed, unable to withstand the rudiments of the true meaning of this powerful fist, and gave birth to spiderweb-like cracks.

The black-robed young monk didn't move, he stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the chaos furnace above his head, and then the lid of the furnace was lifted, and the scorching chaos qi and blood were enough to smelt gold and iron, and it fell down, drowning his whole person.

Bang dang!

As Wang Qingyuan's fist moved, the Chaos Furnace fell down, enveloping the young monk in it.

Bell!

Wang Qingyuan stepped forward, he stepped on the yin and yang pile, moving like a god reviving, the five elements of fist in his hands one by one, nine strands of true meaning prototype into the furnace wall, even with the whole chaotic furnace are glorious, chaotic light intertwined, faintly visible an ancient Taiji diagram highlighted on the furnace, suddenly revived, the two instruments rotated, swallowed the sun and the moon, yin and yang two qi bloomed.

Along the way, Wang Qingyuan not only refined his heart in the red dust, but also polished the true meaning of the Five Elements Fist, and now the Nine Styles and Five Elements Fist are integrated into one furnace, although he still has not found a way to advance to the tenth layer of "Xuantian Gong", but the Five Elements Fist belonging to him Wang Qingyuan has already begun to emerge after also attracting a trace of qi in the Chaos Sea in the Ancestral Divine Court.

This is Wang Qingyuan's pinnacle punch since he stepped into the immortal road.

The chaotic furnace shook, and the chaotic qi and blood like the Yangtze River were blazing several times, and the young monk who was originally in it with an expressionless face finally changed slightly.

"Underestimate you!"

The young monk scolded, and then waved his palm, and with a flick of his palm, there was a golden glow like ink, tearing apart the chaotic qi and blood, and imprinting it on the furnace wall.

Syllable!

The Chaos Furnace shook violently, and the sharp palm prints stood out on the furnace wall, which was the power of the pure flesh, and belonged to the solid physique tempered by the "Moko Fudo Ming King Method".

Wang Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged, the faster he stepped on his feet, the ancestral qi of heaven and earth in the depths of the void continued to fall down, and even he ran "Boundless Steps" from time to time, and began to absorb the vitality of life between heaven and earth.

Syllable!

In the chaotic furnace, the young monk shook his palms again, and his whole body bloomed with black and gold Buddha light, and the vitality of the Buddha Gate was cold and gloomy.

The furnace wall is highlighted, and another palm print emerges, Wang Qingyuan's Five Elements Fist True Intention Prototype is too intense, he connects the ancestral qi of heaven and earth in the depths of the void in the underworld, and leads the life vitality of heaven and earth under the earth, the chaotic qi and blood are endless, endless, and every punch is the pinnacle of the extreme realm.

Airplanes!

The Chaos Furnace was several zhang high, and at this moment, as Wang Qingyuan and the two fought each other, the air in a radius of more than twenty zhang was distorted and shattered, revealing a pale vacuum world.

The air in all directions collapsed, and the magnificent momentum made the long street more and more quiet, the people in the market did not show their traces, and the people in the cultivation duel, as they did now, rubbed and hurt, and touched and died.

In the distance, there are some figures on the rooftops, pavilions and pavilions, all of whom are cultivators who happen to be nearby in this enlightened city, and even alternate inspectors and inspectors who have come out of the inspection department.

"The Five Elements Fist of the Xuantian Dao Foundation actually played such a meteoric effect in the hands of this son, giving birth to such a broad and true meaning. ”

"Occasionally, it seems that there is a young master who has just come out of the fledgling lineage of Xuantian Dao Crape Myrtle Peak. ”

"Isn't the heir of this generation of Leiyin Temple the golden cicada who points directly to the list of heaven and man? Who is this young monk? I have never seen or heard of it, is it the rising star of Leiyin Temple that has been hidden in the snow for many years, but this Buddhist family is ...... the weather?"

There are many years of cultivators in Qiming City frowned, want to speak and stop, can comprehend the "Moke Fudo Ming King Law" has always been the Lei Yin Temple in the talent and comprehension of the peerless people, but "Moke Fudo Ming King Law" has always been magnificent, known as the living Ming King, eternal immovable, but at this moment from the hands of the young monk who is like the ink monk's clothes, the temperament is completely different.

Deep in the Liangzhou Inspection Division.

The middle-aged Confucian stood under the green bamboo and sighed. Said: "King Ming reversed, the netherworld appeared, and the body of King Ming was not moved, and it really lived up to its name." ”

At the end of the long street. The mixed yuan flame melted gold and iron, and the young monk Qi'er withdrew, his eyes were very cold, and he let the mixed yuan flame add to his body, and his fist power shocked. He was covered in black gold Buddha light, without the slightest damage, at this time he showed a look of pity, and said: "Very good, your boxing technique can be regarded as entering the house, but it's a pity, if you have built a foundation and your own vitality is nurtured, you may not be able to fight with me, but you must know that the secret is complete, and you are not alone!"

Rumble!

The next moment, the young monk's eyes burst out with black and gold Buddha light, like two sharp arrows, hitting the furnace wall, and there was a sound of gold and iron resonance.

Immediately afterwards, he raised one hand, and the dark and gloomy black gold Buddha light converged in the palm of his fingers, this is a strange Buddhism vitality, Wang Qingyuan did not feel the compassion and strength of the people in the Buddhism at all.

In an instant, one of the young monk's hands was like black gold. An icy metallic glow emitted it.

Burst!

With just one palm, the Chaos Forge was pierced alive.

The Chaos Furnace turned from solid to virtual, and Wang Qingyuan stopped in time, but he was also shocked back more than ten zhang. His fist was dripping blood, and blood dripped like chaos, and Wang Qingyuan didn't realize it, his eyes were condensed, and his bleeding hand grasped the hilt of the knife behind his back.

Boom!

Raising the knife for more than ten days, just to get out of the sheath once it was released. Crape myrtle shines forever, commanding the world!

It is still the first knife of Ziwei, but it is no longer the prototype of true meaning, this knife fell into the eyes of many Qiming City cultivators in the distance, like an emperor star hanging high, and the domineering starlight tore every inch of the dark corner of the earth.

"It's a disgusting knife technique. ”

The young monk's eyes became gloomy, he waved his palm, and there seemed to be an ancient Buddha shadow behind him, this Buddha was born with three sides and eight arms, the whole body was dark blue, holding a bowl, a pestle, a stick, a knife, a wheel, and a sword Six weapons, the black gold flame behind him was steaming, squeezing out a dark underworld in the true meaning of the crape myrtle shrouded in the sun.

Clang!

He waved his palm and shook Wang Qingyuan hard.

Click!

A large crack that was twenty or thirty zhang long spread out, and this destructive power made many cultivators in the Quartet staggering, even if it was a duel between the masters of building a small foundation and condensing qi into liquid, most of them could not have such a momentum.

"The "Crape Myrtle Heavenly Knife" of the Xuantian Dao Crape Myrtle Peak, once the north of the Quartet Emperor Sword, is rumored to be at its peak, and it can pry the long river of time and cut off the trajectory of fate, which can be called a miracle power. ”

"Moke Immovable Ming King Law", the peerless practice created by a Bodhisattva who achieved the Nine Tribulations Yuan God in the first generation of Leiyin Temple, forging the Ming King of Buddhism, the eternal immovable body of King Kong, a knife and a palm, although the two are far less than the eighty-one young men on the list of heaven and man, but they are enough to occupy a place among their peers. ”

The Daoji monk who successfully built the foundation, opened the world, and gave birth to his own vitality is enough to become a person with a head and face in a county, and after a hundred years, he may not be able to achieve a third-order Kyushu family, not to mention Wang Qingyuan and this cold monk who carries the inheritance of Lei Yin Temple's "Moke Fudo Ming King Law", which is an ordinary master of building a small foundation and condensing qi into liquid, in the eyes of everyone, they may not be the opponents of the two.