Shout!

After a knife, Wang Qingyuan made another knife, Ziwei second knife, he cultivated his true intentions, the knife was sharp for many days, majestic and vast, unmatched, this knife was cut out today, the tip of the knife burst out of the mixed yuan knife qi that was nearly seven inches long, the air was like a crack, and a vacuum knife road extended towards the monk.

Clang!

It seems that the real King Kong does not move, the body is not cast, the young monk is like a black monk hunting and moving, his palms are like black gold casting, the vitality is turning, the palm of the palm is straight to the edge of the knife, bursting out a series of thumb-sized blazing sparks, the years have washed away the bluestone slabs for many years are melted, showing a scorched black, enough to have a baby's fist-sized pit.

Boom!

This knife fell, and the young monk took a step back, his feet fell like a mountain earthquake, and more than a dozen bluestone slabs cracked and then exploded.

The third knife!

The sword light was like thunder and lightning, and the heavenly punishment was coming, and the young monk's pupils showed a trace of undetectable fear, but it soon turned into hideous and unruly.

"King Ming is born in reverse, the netherworld appears, take me a pestle!"

As if the palm made of black gold penetrated nothingness, he actually took the inky black vajra from the dark blue Buddha shadow in one hand, and the young monk waved the pitch-black vajra and shook the third knife of Ziwei.

Syllable!

This blow was like the Heavenly Divine Bell ringing, the Heavenly Soldiers beat the Divine Drum, and the magnificent trills made the Quartet sound sound from time to time, which was the people living on the long street who could not withstand the sound waves and mental oppression generated by the collision of forces, and their bodies were damaged and their five organs trembled.

Wang Qingyuan changed color, he didn't expect that the young monk of Leiyin Temple was so strong, and the "Moke Fudo Ming King Law" was really terrifying, the true meaning was close to the substance, not to cast an ordinary incorruptible body, but also to have many changes.

Raising his feet and stepping forward, he is like a wild dragon, Taiji Tu rushed into the body, became one with him, and his steps fell like shrinking into inches, and one step was more than ten zhang away.

So fast!

Many cultivators were shocked, this young man who came down from Xuantian Dao Mountain was actually as fast as this, where is this like a cultivator who has not yet built a foundation, even if he has cast a Dao foundation, I am afraid that few people can have such a degree.

"What kind of body is this?"

"The Xuantian Dao Immortal Dao is profound, the twelve veins should be in the sky, there are not many inheritances, and there are many severes, maybe it is a lonely and unheard ...... us."

The inspectors of the inspection department stood on the roof of the long street, on the top of the attic, and looked at each other, knowing that Wang Qingyuan did not want to hurt the innocent, so he withdrew.

"This son is very down, it is rumored that the Xuantian Dao Crape Myrtle Peak is the most important spiritual will, and it cannot tolerate the slightest bit of confusion and dirt, and it must be carried out in a grand manner, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve the exercises. ”

......

On the outskirts of Qiming City, on the banks of the canal.

Wang Qingyuan stopped, listening to the undulating waves in his ears, rippling on the shore, he turned to look at the young monk of Leiyin Temple who was fourteen zhang away, and the black Bodhi leaf was born, and his body fell.

"Foolish kindness. ”

The young monk sneered, his eyes were cold, with a mocking look: "How ignorant the world is, life and death have destiny and wealth in the sky, do you really think that you are a saint who has come into the world and can redeem sentient beings?"

Wang Qingyuan was not angry, but said calmly: "Life and death have fate, but it is not the fate of your involvement, wealth is in the sky, no one can trample on life wantonly, for me, a Buddhist disciple like you is not as good as an ant under the tree, just a fart." ”

Wang Qingyuan said indifferently, and his tone was sonorous, the young monk's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, and there was a cold light splashing, and said: "You are right, the disciple of Buddhism is just a fart, killing you like this can make me really take the first step of detachment, and no one can restrain me anymore!"

Rumble!

At this moment, the young monk released all the aura of cultivation, and a strong wind set off, and the sand and rocks flew on the bank of the canal, like a storm coming to the world.

It's just a cultivation that has just entered the Dao Foundation, but in Wang Qingyuan's induction, it is more powerful and profound than the ordinary Dao Ji Xiaocheng, and the master who condenses qi into liquid.

This is the monk who penetrates the secret knot and builds the foundation of the physical body, just casting the Dao foundation is as strong as Ruosi, Wang Qingyuan can hardly imagine how strong it will be when his Dao foundation turns around, condenses into liquid, and enters Xiaocheng.

Wang Qingyuan felt a suffocating pressure, and the chaotic qi and blood in his body showed signs of condensation.

Without hesitation, Ziwei came out of the sheath for the fourth time.

Rumble!

The knife came out like thunder, in the bright sword light, the young monk's heart shook slightly, his eyes were condensed, and in the sword light, an ancient god woke up from the slumber of ten thousand years, swallowed mountains and rivers, picked stars and took the moon.

The gods were born, and the ancient vicissitudes of qi circulated on the blue iron long knife, and the knife qi contained but did not emit, where the long knife passed, the vacuum knife path was opened, and the pale vacuum rippled slightly, giving birth to a trace of untraceable folds.

"Pick up the bowl!"

The young monk roared sharply, and the shadow of the dark green Buddha appeared behind him, and he turned around and took a black gold bowl from his hand, and the mouth of the bowl was aimed at the gods, and a great devouring power was born.

Syllable!

There was a loud bang, and the canal splashed with raging waves.

Blinding light burst out, chaos and black gold intertwined, and the wills of the two people collided.

In the vacuum world, Wang Qingyuan's long knife was reversed, the ancestral qi of heaven and earth fell, his feet touched the earth, and his feet stepped on "Endless Steps", and the chaotic qi and blood showed no signs of weakening.

A knife flipped, Ziwei Tiandao true meaning changed, as if the heaven and earth had turned into a furnace, the young monk's eyes were a little hideous, he stretched out his hand to borrow the Buddha soldier again, a King Kong Qi eyebrow stick, the whole body is like black gold casting, he held the stick in both hands, picked it up against the air, and faced the sky.

Boom!

The vacuum world with a radius of more than 20 zhang shook violently, and the pale vacuum gave birth to fine ripples, piled up like folds.

The edge of the sword qi is entangled with the dark Buddhist vitality, that is, ordinary foundation building monks who have just built a foundation, opened up the world, and nurtured their own vitality, and most of them will be difficult to survive if they fall into it.

Wang Qingyuan coughed up blood, the blue iron long knife was on the ground, and the whole person was pushed by a great force, and he slid backwards twenty-three zhang away before stopping.

Ten breaths passed, on the bank of the canal, the torn vacuum world had just healed, and the collapsed air had returned to calm, Wang Qingyuan looked up, only the back of the young monk was left in the distance, and the Bodhi leaf was as black as ink, deriving pieces under its feet, carrying it away.

"You are my prey. ”

The unruly and indifferent voice came from afar, Wang Qingyuan's eyes were cold, this young descendant of Leiyin Temple looked free and easy, but Wang Qingyuan knew that his own vitality was almost exhausted, although he was still faintly at a disadvantage in the end, and Ziwei's fifth knife failed to suppress the other party, but it also did not have enough of its own vitality to support and urge the "Moke Fudo Ming King Law" to borrow troops again, otherwise Wang Qingyuan would not dare to guarantee whether he could catch the next move.

Take a deep breath. Wang Qingyuan was settled, but his eyes were bright, this battle seemed to be a draw, but if time dragged on. It is not yet known who will win or lose.

After half a stick of incense.

Putting the knife back into the sheath, Wang Qingyuan turned around, but this battle was better for him than more than ten bloody battles all the way before, especially the sharpening of the true meaning of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife". With this sword technique, he has been able to fully integrate his spiritual power into it, and the prototype of true intention has truly grown, and he has initially transformed into a complete true intention.

Even because of the majestic spiritual power given by the fourth layer of "Time Knife", the true meaning of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" is strong, even if it is a peerless technique such as "Moke Fudo Ming King Law", it can also resist the court and not fall behind.

......

Walking into Qiming City again, Wang Qingyuan noticed some peeping eyes in the dark.

There is no way, the inheritor of Leiyin Temple's "Moke Fudo Ming King Law" is facing off against others. Regardless of victory or defeat, being able to be picked as an opponent is enough to make all sides look sideways.

Not to mention Wang Qingyuan, the methods revealed before obviously did not really fall behind.

Especially now, his return to the city alone is enough to make some local cultivators speculate and give birth to all kinds of speculations in their hearts.

But when he arrived in this territory, almost no one could recognize Wang Qingyuan's identity, although the name of the Beidou Shaojun of Xuantian Dao was loud. But in the end, the foundation has not been built, and it is far less extensive and fast than the fame of this generation of Snow Drinking Sword and Cloud Shocking Sword heirs.

There are also people of insight who can vaguely see the essence of the Xuantian Dao Five Elements Fist, and the secrets of the whole body are opened. The falling Heaven and Earth Ancestral Qi was enough to show that the young man in front of him was a rare young master who had practiced a top-notch foundation building skill to the ninth layer and opened the three hundred and sixty-five secret apertures of the human body.

Originally, there were still people who wanted to come forward to make friends, but when they saw Wang Qingyuan coming to the gate of the Inspection Division, they stopped stepping forward.

This is the General Inspectorate of the State. In the border of this Qiming City, the masters in the division are like clouds, not to mention the foundation building monks, that is, the dragon and tiger gather, and there are many characters who have a glimpse of immortality, the reason why the Quartet is peaceful in this Qiming City, this inspection division is indispensable, and it has shocked how many hidden demon beasts in the suburbs, as a demon clan, it is easy not to infiltrate and sneak into the city.

"Your Excellency!"

The guards at the door were still the four armor soldiers from before, but at this moment, they were many times more respectful than before, and they saw the battle at the end of the long street from a distance, and such a force was impossible for even ordinary patrol envoys to have.

"Where's the carriage just now?"

Wang Qingyuan asked, he had already understood the change in status brought about by strength, so the change in the attitude of the four armor soldiers at this moment did not make him feel the slightest abnormal.

"Returning to my lordship, I have sent someone to bring in the stable for the time being, and if the adult does not return at dusk, he will be placed in the wing room that is idle after entering the division. ”

"Lead me to pick them up and take them away. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

......

In April, it rained a lot during the Qingming Festival.

Yicheng, Yuhua Town.

A thousand-year-old town, the old street is moist with granite, and at this time, a carriage is dusty, crossing the archway that has stood for hundreds of years.

Magpie Lakeside.

Wang Qingyuan grabbed the reins, put down the horsewhip, looked at the clear lake in front of him, the magpie branches, wandering on the lake, shuttling in the rain during the Qingming Festival, the rain hit the robe, clinging to the body, some cool, some cold.

I still remember my childhood, where I spent several years of carefree frolic on the shore of this magpie lake.

Wang Qingyuan looked at the clear lake more than ten zhang away, and said lightly: "Follow all the way, Your Excellency should also appear." ”

Rumble!

The silt at the bottom of the lake exploded, the water splashed three feet high, a blood shadow rushed out like a netherworld, and a very thin blood-colored long sword set off a rain of blood, and it seemed that the entire sky had turned into blood at this time.

The Fifth Kill!

This is a master, although under Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power, he has not yet turned the Dao Ji four times, but the majesty of his own vitality is by no means under the master of ordinary Xiaocheng and condensing qi into liquid, which shows that the foundation laid by this person is extremely deep, and most of them can be compared to the skill of "Xuantian Gong" to the eighth layer.

However, without waiting for Wang Qingyuan to make a move, a King Kong Qi eyebrow stick was cast like black gold, which was transformed from virtual to solid, into a translucent shape, and was picked up in the air.

It was a monk's robe like ink, a young monk with unruly and cold eyes, from the successor of the "Moke Fudo Ming King Law" of Leiyin Temple in Liangzhou.

At this moment, the young monk stepped on the pitch-black Bodhi leaf, and the shadow of the dark green king behind him rose and fell, like the Buddha god who fell to the Styx, and the black gold eyebrow stick smashed the air, revealing a vacuum world of more than ten feet.

Clang!

A stick fell, like gold and iron, the vacuum gave birth to very fine folds, and the strong wind roared like the waves, sweeping in all directions.

Burst!

The five killings of the earth that rushed out from the bottom of the lake spurted blood, flying out sideways like a defeat, and before it could hit the ground, it was blown up in the air and turned into powder.