The crape myrtle palace is magnificent, the purple stars are shining in the sky, and the whole world is flowing with the vicissitudes of time.

Wang Qingyuan and the three of them walked towards Ziwei Pavilion, and just a moment before the three of them were about to step on the steps, a slightly playful voice sounded in their ears.

"The foundation has not been built yet, and Ziwei Pavilion cannot enter. ”

What the!

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them tightened, and their movements froze, and they had no doubt that this voice was aimed at them.

"You're not dead?"

Turning around with difficulty, following the voice, the fat man looked at Ziji Zhenren in front of Ziwei Hall with a bitter face.

Wang Qingyuan and Qingliu glanced at each other, and they both showed a look of surprise and uncertainty, the Ziji real person who should have fallen five hundred years ago is still in the world?

It's too unbelievable, but then, the eyes of the three young Taoist priests also fell on them, which made Wang Qingyuan's heart move, I'm afraid it's not that simple, these disciples are still in the world, it's too outrageous.

"I've seen Ziji Zhenren, the disciples of the outer courtyard, Qingyang Peak Qingliu and Qingyu, and King Qingyuan of Hun Tian Peak to meet me. Qingliu clasped his fists and saluted, bowing down.

Ziji Zhenren was silent, but his eyes swept over Wang Qingyuan and the three of them one by one, his warm gaze was like the purest treasure jade in the world, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them were like being in the deep mountains and old springs, and their bodies were warm and warm, and even the fatigue of climbing mountains and wading quickly recovered, and their qi, blood, and physical strength returned to the peak in a moment.

As if it was an illusion, just as Ziji Zhenren's gaze swept by, Wang Qingyuan vaguely felt the hazy sword shadow in the Ancestral Divine Court tremble slightly, but it regained its calm in an instant.

The light in his eyes flowed, and a little surprise flashed in the eyes of Ziji Zhenren, and the fat man couldn't bear to be silent, and couldn't help asking, "Real person, are you really not dead?"

With a chuckle, Ziji Zhenren said: "Life and death, but Tai Chi Yin and Yang, two sides of one body, why do you need to separate each other." ”

The fat man scratched the back of his head, he didn't understand it very well, Qingliu was thoughtful, and Wang Qingyuan also showed a deep groan.

"It's not bad, it's not bad, it's coming so fast......"

Er, Ziji Zhenren spoke, the hand holding the sword was released, the Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword was simple and unpretentious, and suddenly it was divided into three, turning into three sword shadows, condensed like substance, even under the shroud of Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power, he couldn't distinguish between the virtual and the real, just like the three real Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword, even the edge of the sword was no different.

The next moment, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them appeared, unable to move, under the lock of this sword dao edge, the air around them was stagnant, imprisoning them alive.

The Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword was suspended, and the three sword shadows flashed in the void, and they were close at hand.

The edge was on the body, the fat man's face was pale, Qingliu's eyes flashed, but his eyes were slightly closed, Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power shrouded his body, and the Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword was sharp, and it was easily torn apart, and then, Wang Qingyuan watched the tip of the sword pierce into his eyebrows little by little.

A cool breath spread out, penetrating into the limbs and hundreds of remains, at this moment, Wang Qingyuan not only did not feel the coming of death, but even the qi and blood around him were nourished by this cool airflow, and began to skyrocket, accompanied by a faint tingling, instantly penetrating the whole body.

The fat man's eyes widened suddenly, and he obviously noticed something unusual, and his whole body became excited.

At this time, Wang Qingyuan looked at Qingliu and the others again, and at the center of their eyebrows, there was a purple-gold sword mark looming, but the sword mark was the same as the Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword.

From the gazes of the two Qingliu, Wang Qingyuan could also know that he also had the same mark at the center of his eyebrows, but his spiritual power searched in the Ancestral Divine Court, and there was nothing unusual.

After a while, the imprisoning power disappeared, and Wang Qingyuan's whole body suddenly burst out with a series of crackling sounds, and even the muscles and bones roared in unison at the end.

Boom!

A dull sound, like the beating of war drums, Wang Qingyuan took a deep breath, and the whole person was raised by an inch at this time.

"The Great Perfection of Bone Training! The muscles and bones are ringing in unison, and the war drums are beating!"

The fat man Qingyu's eyes are about to pop out, this is clearly a symbol of the perfection of the sixth layer of "Xuantian Gong", and the most important thing is that Wang Qingyuan has only been in Xuantian Dao Mountain for a few days?

With Qingliu's composure, they couldn't help but show a look of shock, originally the two thought that Wang Qingyuan was at most the fifth layer of "Xuantian Gong", but now it seems that before entering this Yuan Shen world, he had already entered the sixth layer of cultivation.

Such talent and understanding, in Qingliu's opinion, even if you look at the entire Xuantian Dao Outer Courtyard, there are few people who can compare.

Thundered!

Suddenly, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them stumbled, and the entire Yuanshen World suddenly fluctuated violently, and Ziwei Palace shook, like a landslide and a ground crack.

Immediately, the three of them saw Ziji Zhenren wave his hand, his eyes blinked, and there were no more four people in front of him.

It was rainy, the sky was dark, the crape myrtle palace was dilapidated, and in front of the dilapidated crape myrtle hall, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them were in a trance, but soon, the three of them regained their consciousness, because there was an indescribable majestic aura descending from the sky, and in an instant, it was like a violent wind and rain, drowning the three of them.

Terrible!

The eyes were unprecedentedly solemn, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them were unable to move, under this majesty, although they were not imprisoned as before, they were also struggling.

But this majestic aura came and went quickly, and after flicking their fingers, the three of them saw a figure, standing ten feet above the heads of the three people, this is a middle-aged man in a pale golden robe, he stood with his hands in his hands, his eyebrows were slender, his long hair was tied up, and a dusty golden light was shining in his hand.

Standing in mid-air like this, the middle-aged man in the pale gold robe lowered his gaze, different from Ziji Zhenren, this person's eyes were extremely sharp, like two sharp swords, stabbing Wang Qingyuan's three people's bodies cold, and their flesh and skin hurt, this gaze was indifferent, as if they wanted to penetrate into the soul of a person and spy on all the secrets.

"Crossing the void, this is the means of the Genshin True Man. ”

Qingliu thought about it again, and then he thought of something, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of horror and awe, and he hurriedly bowed down and said: "Outer courtyard disciples Qingyang Peak Qingliu and Qingyu, Hun Tianfeng Wang Qingyuan, meet Jinguang Zhenren." ”

Xuantian Dao belongs to Taoism, and Taoist masters are respected as real people after preaching the Tao Yuanshen, and in Buddhism is Arhat, and the Demon Dao is the Heavenly Demon.

"Entering the ancestors' relics without permission, the world of the primordial gods, you are so bold. Jinguang Zhenren said lightly.

As soon as his heart tightened, Wang Qingyuan understood that the comer was not good, Jinguang Zhenren, who had been in Hun Tian Peak for nearly a month, and he also had a vague memory of some big people in the Xuantian Dao veins, this was the peak master of the first vein of Jinguang Peak ten miles away from Ziwei Peak.

At that time, the inheritance of Ziwei Peak was broken, and the remaining exercises and magical powers in Ziwei Pavilion were divided, especially this Golden Light Peak was close at hand, and it benefited the most, and nearly half of the remnants of Ziwei Pavilion fell into the bag.

At this moment, Qingliu also faintly had some ominous premonitions, and he also had some expectations for the changes in the opening of the Yuanshen World, but he didn't expect this Jinguang Peak's Jinguang Zhenren to be so domineering.

As a disciple of the outer court, he often deals with his peers, compared to Wang Qingyuan, the two of them can see some things more clearly, Taoism pays attention to quiet and inaction, but the land of Kyushu, surrounded by demons, where there is a quiet place, that is, in the Xuantian Dao Mountain, there are often rivalries between several veins, at the bottom, it is the selection of disciples who have successfully built the foundation of the outer courtyard every three years.

The disciples with the highest qualifications and comprehension, all the veins want to be included in the door, so that they can promote the exercises of the first vein, and even go further.

From here, all kinds of battles began between the peaks, although not to mention life and death, but also often sabre-rattling. Now, Qingliu can see that this Jinguang Zhenren may have given birth to some thoughts, with his cultivation as the realm, he has already entered the realm of the primordial gods, and the path of seeking the Tao is no longer one or two top exercises that can help each other go further, this is clearly to intercept the inheritance of Ziwei Peak, turn it into his own use, and strengthen the Jinguang Peak.

Qingliu gritted his teeth, but at this moment, he could no longer allow him to retreat, he took a deep breath, bowed down again, and said: "Jinguang Zhenren is angry, the three of us also found the relics of the ancestors of Ziwei Peak by chance, Meng Tianxing was selected by the Yuanshen World, entered it, inherited his will, and wanted to re-establish the Ziwei Palace and reproduce the grand scene of the four main peaks of my Xuantian Dao." ”

The crape myrtle palace is dilapidated, the grass is overgrown, and in front of the crape myrtle hall, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them are walking on thin ice.

As soon as Qingliu spoke, he felt that the disappearing majestic aura suddenly showed signs of recovery.

"Don't play ridiculous scheming and hand over the crape myrtle order. ”

Jinguang Zhenren's voice was very flat, and he couldn't hear joy, anger and sorrow, but Wang Qingyuan still caught a kind of overlook and contempt from between the lines, which belonged to the eyes of the soaring real dragon overlooking the ants, and even in the eyes of the real dragon, the ants were too small, not intentionally, and would be ignored directly.

Qingliu's face turned pale, no matter how calm he was, he hadn't yet built a foundation, let alone facing a figure like Jinguang Zhenren, who was a Taoist primordial god, the qi that belonged to a real person powerhouse was too strong, and it was a huge oppression for the spirit.

He didn't expect that Jinguang Zhenren actually knew about Ziwei Ling, so it seemed that in the eyes of Jinguang Zhenren, the actions of a little person like him were too ridiculous.

The fat man Qingyu gritted his teeth, took a step forward at this moment, and said: "I have had precepts in the past generations of Xuantian Dao, and I am also a Xuantian Dao person, so I can't forcibly take away the opportunity of the same door, someone has found the inheritance of the Nine Peaks, and naturally I can inherit the will and enter the first peak, limited to ten years, once I step into the Mixed Yuan Void Underworld, I can ascend to the position of the peak master, reopen the mountain gate, and accept disciples!"

"Presumptuous! Is there a little bit of elder and younger, for the teacher, dare to contradict it like this before the foundation has been built, it seems that it is a backlash in the back of the head, the inheritance of my Xuantian Dao is very important, how can it be handed over to the three juniors who have not yet built a foundation, don't mess around, otherwise don't blame me for punishing and setting an example!"

Jin Guang Zhenren reprimanded, he stood in the void of ten zhang, the pale golden robe was lightly raised, he didn't look very old, his long hair was as black as ink, and his eyes opened and closed, as if there were two rounds of blazing suns rotating, rising and falling.

The fat man kicked back three steps, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, the qi was too strong, the Yuan Shen Zhenren was angry, he couldn't even bear a trace of the qi, this is still Jinguang Zhenren deliberately restrained, if he allowed the qi to overflow, I am afraid that he will be crushed into powder immediately, and his body will die.

Qingliu's face became more and more ugly, only Wang Qingyuan used his spiritual power to resist this trace of qi, he was shocked in his heart, this is the top person in Kyushu, it can be called a giant, just a trace of intentional or unintentional overflowing qi, which also made the three of them so embarrassed.

Just when Wang Qingyuan wanted to make a move, five more figures appeared in the void in all directions.

Three men and two women, like Jinguang Zhenren, wandering in the void without any support, are obviously top people who can dominate the world.

Lord of the Peaks of the Moons!

Wang Qingyuan's heart sank, and compared the rumors and characteristics one by one, it seemed that he was the master of the five veins of Lotus Peak, Mohao Peak, Jiudu Peak, Feixian Peak, and Matao Peak.

"Your peak masters, the real people have also arrived. ”

Jin Guang Zhenren nodded at a few people, and the five masters of the first peak also nodded in greeting, and then, the eyes of the five people fell on Wang Qingyuan and the three of them.

Not good!

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan did not hesitate at all, he stepped out in one step, and he blocked in front of Qingliu and the two, the first weight of "Time Knife" was running to the extreme, and the spiritual power surged, laying many barriers in front of him, resisting the invisible qi of a total of six Yuan Shen Zhenren.

Well?

Jin Guang Zhenren raised his eyebrows, and the other Lord of the Five Peaks also showed a little surprise, as the figure of the Dao Yuanshen, how could they not see that this fifteen-year-old boy seemed to have a rare spiritual power, and he had successfully conceived and condensed a not weak spiritual power.

This is a bit unusual, spiritual power involves the soul level, and in the end, the monk proves the Tao Yuanshen, which is also one of the sources of power, even if it is created by chance, and a spiritual exercise is obtained, if you want to smoothly give birth to spiritual power, it is not much easier than a monk to build a foundation and open up a dantian.

"Not bad. ”

This is the Peak Master of Flying Immortal Peak, an ordinary-looking old man, dressed in a cyan robe, but with black hair, half a silver thread cannot be found.

At this moment, he looked at Wang Qingyuan, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Senior Brother Jinguang, these three juniors can find the relics of Ziwei Peak, the primordial world of the Purple Pole Patriarch, and it is also their chance to create, my Xuantian Dao Taiji is harmonious, the sea is inclusive, what if the three of them are accommodated, and after ten years, if it is difficult to achieve anything, it can naturally be taken back again." ”

"This is a bad word," Jinguang Zhenren shook his head, "How many decades are there in life, how many demons have been born and grown in ten years, not to mention that for decades, the Four Seas Demon Kingdom has made frequent moves, and I am afraid that there will be a big disaster, and now that Ziwei Peak is inherited, it should naturally be inherited by us, and given to the disciples who are gifted and understanding, so that they can grow faster, how can we allow these three juniors to play, if it is not achieved in ten years, the years are also a kind of killing." ”

"Senior Brother Jinguang is reasonable," this is the main interface of Mohao Peak, "Make the best use of things, the inheritance of one line is important, it can't be child's play, if one of these three people succeeds in building a foundation, it is okay to build a foundation with the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", but at present, these three people have not built a foundation, and they don't know if their own vitality can be nurtured, and they inherit the heavy responsibility of Everbright One Peak, how can they deal with it rashly." ”

Several peak masters spoke one by one, but except for the peak master of Feixian Peak, no one stood on the side of Wang Qingyuan and the others.

This is obviously not a good sign, Wang Qingyuan felt deeply powerless, in the face of top figures, such as their juniors who have not yet built a foundation, it is impossible to have a little right to speak, and now it seems that the so-called inheritance of one peak and one line, entering the Ziwei Palace, the idea is too naïve, and it does not take into account all the changes in it.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Qingyuan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, he thought that in the past month, his physical strength and blood had improved by leaps and bounds, and he was a little overconfident, and his thinking and decision-making became particularly rash, and the cultivation of scholars who planned and then acted was all forgotten.

"People are warm and cold, the world is changing, the most elusive thing is the human heart, I should have expected it. ”

Wang Qingyuan said secretly in his heart, but there was no way at this moment, and even he noticed the gaze of those peak masters, just now there was almost a moment to penetrate his whole person, and all the secrets were not hidden, now that he thinks about it, he has the secret of spiritual supernatural powers, and in front of these Yuan Shen real people, I am afraid that it has been exposed.

"Okay, now hand over the crape myrtle order first, the stakes are very high, and there is no child's play. ”

Er, Jin Guang Zhenren spoke, he stretched out a hand, and grabbed it towards Qingliu.

A palm that looked slender and crystalline, it was difficult to see even a trace of pores, but as it struck, Qingliu felt a great pulling force, and at the moment when he almost rose from the ground, a little purple-gold light appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and then bloomed violently.

Recite!

A sword roared, as if it had crossed a long time and space and returned to the world, and the power of the imprisoning power from the golden light real person was shattered, and the other five peak masters suddenly changed color.

"Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword Marks!"

"Ziwei Palace Inheritance Mark!"

Several people looked at Wang Qingyuan and the three of them, and at this moment, a purple-gold sword shadow appeared at the center of the eyebrows of the three of them, which was clearly a inheritance mark belonging to the line of Ziwei Palace, a symbol of the orthodox heirs of the past dynasties.

"How can it be so fast? Someone in the past generations has found the world or relics of the primordial god that has been cut off from all veins, and it will take ten years to receive the inheritance at the earliest. ”

The Lord of Mohao Peak muttered, this is a bit unbelievable, the Yuan Shen World adheres to the spiritual will of a generation of real people, how can it be so hasty in selecting the heirs.

However, before a few peak masters could react, the sound of the sword roar instantly climbed to the extreme.

"Not good!" exclaimed the old Dao of Feixian Peak.

At the same time, the golden light real person changed color, as a primordial god real person, he had preached for many years, and even tried his best to survive a thunderstorm a year ago, but at this moment, he also felt terrified, and a terrifying sword intent locked him through the void.

A purple-gold sword tip like a glazed jade, which could be three inches long, tore through the void so abruptly, piercing out from the depths of the dark void.

After years of penance, the "Golden Light Glazed Dao Body" revived independently, and the golden light of the real person was full of golden light, and suddenly it seemed to turn into a round of glazed sun, emitting dazzling light and heat.

The void was distorted, the scorching breath was burned, sweeping the sky, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them shook inexplicably, only to see that above the heavenly dome, the clouds within a radius of more than ten miles were shattered and melted into mist, and after a breath, they were completely steamed.

What came into the eyes was full of distorted air, that is, the crape myrtle peak in front of him, and in the eyes of Wang Qingyuan and the three of them at this moment, it was also distorted to the point that it had no body.