"This is a stone statue of an immeasurable real person!"

Gu Yue couldn't help but take a deep breath, he glanced at Yu Hongfei, and finally chose to pull away a short distance, and also sat down in front of this stone statue, wanting to realize the immeasurable true meaning.

In front of the bamboo building, Wang Qingyuan looked at everything in front of him, such as the top inheritance of "One Breath Immeasurable", the true meaning is extremely important, if he doesn't comprehend the true meaning, he wants to cultivate this magical power, it is almost a fool's dream.

Surprisingly, Wang Qingyuan didn't have much desire for this magic technique, just a "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" was enough for him to spend a long time figuring out and comprehending.

"Crape Myrtle Heavenly Knife". It is rumored that Dacheng is complete, and he can cut out seventy-seven forty-nine knives, and the sword qi is like a river of time to connect time, and he can cut from the past to the future.

Now, Wang Qingyuan has initially comprehended the third knife, if the young Taoist priest did not talk nonsense. Wang Qingyuan estimated that the remaining forty-six swords, if he wanted to fully comprehend them, would most likely be an extremely difficult and tortuous road.

He was waiting, waiting for the Chixiao Sword Lord to comprehend that immeasurable true meaning. At that time, he will be able to leave this Yuanshen World smoothly, even if he always feels that there is an indescribable strange energy here, but as long as he can leave here, even if the mountain collapses and the ground cracks, what does it have to do with him.

Wang Qingyuan sighed, he didn't have these idle efforts to compete with others, the ninth and tenth layers of "Xuantian Gong" still need to be understood, and the next step is to build a foundation and stabilize the inheritance of Ziwei Peak. Ten years, too much to do, he has a sense of urgency, too much time wasted.

Time passed breath by breath, by the spring pool, Yu Hongfei and the ancient moon never got up, Wang Qingyuan drew his knife, on the top of this mountain to the sun in the sky, his knife fell along the sun, his eyes were bright, leaving no room.

The boring practice of the knife, but Wang Qingyuan is very serious, every time he grasps the handle of the knife, Wang Qingyuan can feel a force. With a sense of reality, he believed that if he continued to accumulate like this, he would eventually be able to cut off the cage with one knife and make a clear picture.

With such an obsession, he became more and more calm when he came out of the knife, and the 100-pound blue iron long knife was as light as nothing in his hand. Today, he is used to the weight of this knife, and even feels a little light, but with his net worth, he can't replace enough blades for the time being, and he is lucky enough to have this treasure-level blue iron long knife.

Facing the bright sun, he constantly adjusted the angle of the knife, and at first there was a few sounds of the knife breaking through the air, but later, it was undetectable, as if the spring breeze turned into rain, moisturizing things silently.

One hour, two hours, half a day passed, and under the top of the mountain, the two people still did not wake up.

Wang Qingyuan practiced the knife all day, and the sun on the top of this mountain did not have a trace of falling, as if it was hanging above the nine heavens for eternity.

Airplanes!

At this time, by the spring pool, the red-clothed young man who was originally sitting cross-legged suddenly gave birth to a strange fluctuation, which was an extremely delicate Dao sound, and an indescribable depressing aura began to rise.

As if getting up unconsciously, Yu Hongfei's eyes were slightly closed, although his posture was ethereal, but he had a bit more indescribable temperament, as if the god monarch descended from the heavens, full of immortal intentions, and he was the killing qi of grasping the life and death of Qiankun.

Not far away, Gu Yue woke up suddenly, he got up and retreated, his eyes were full of chagrin, just a little, he just comprehended the immeasurable true meaning, this Chixiao Sword Master, has actually woken up.

Zheng!

There was a sound of a sword, Yu Hongfei's eyes suddenly opened, white as jade, and his palm as thin as condensed fat slapped down in the air, and the sound of the Great Dao crossed the nine heavens, and the entire mountain top seemed to begin to tremble.

On the top of the mountain more than ten zhang high, pieces of stone skin peeled off, revealing a few quaint characters.

"The fifth form of immeasurable qi, heaven and earth are immeasurable!"

Heaven and earth are immeasurable!

Wang Qingyuan's eyes flashed, on this mountain peak, there was only one type of supernatural power inheritance, which made him have all kinds of speculations, especially the four Shenmen swordsmen at the beginning, which was too light.

"Stop!"

Gu Yue drank violently, and made a bold move at this moment, he wrapped his arms around the void, and a huge force of qi and blood broke out of his body, and the wolf smoke of qi and blood rushed up, and a five-color furnace appeared in the void, although it was also condensed, but Wang Qingyuan sighed lightly, because he was now, this five-color furnace belonging to Gu Yue, the whole body was bright and bright, like a dream, although it looked like a substance, but there was a kind of unreality, like a rootless duckweed, lacking the most fundamental support.

In front of the bamboo tower, Wang Qingyuan was indifferent, he was not worried about Yu Hongfei at all, at this time, no one could stop a sword cultivator from taking a crucial step.

The five-color furnace is falling, this is an extremely domineering fist realm, but the sword master doesn't look at it, his mutton fat white jade-like palm is in the air, accompanied by waves of vitality, as if this boundless heaven and earth are shaking, roaring, and wanting to destroy everything.

Clang!

The white jade-like palm fell on the five-colored furnace, and it seemed to give birth to a magnificent sound of gold and iron, and even then, Gu Yue snorted and changed color.

The five-colored furnace was shaken away by a palm, and then exploded in the air, shattering into a little bit of five-colored light rain.

Burst!

Spit out a mouthful of reverse blood, Gu Yue's face turned pale, the fist realm move was broken, his body of qi and blood seemed to have been cut in half, and if he wanted to recover, it would take at least a month or two of hard work to refine the skin, tendons, bones, and marrow again, and the consumption of vitality in it, various medicinal herbs and pills, was not a small amount.

However, compared to these, he was more heartbroken by the loss of the opportunity to fully comprehend the immeasurable true meaning of this formula.

Boom!

The palm of the sword master Yu Hongfei fell, and under the tip of the mountain, the dry stone statue suddenly exploded and fell apart.

Immeasurable! Immeasurable! Only by connecting heaven and earth and experiencing it for oneself can we comprehend the true meaning.

Wang Qingyuan stretched out his hand, and a gray-white stone bead the size of a baby's fist fell into his palm, as if a ghost had sent a god, and he moved the five-color furnace and included it in it.

The stone statue shattered, and the pieces of debris, like weathered rock, turned into ashes in a moment.

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan looked at Yu Hongfei again, his body was a little more ethereal than before, a little less sharp, and his strength was more restrained, even if he had spiritual power at this time, he couldn't see through the slightest bit of reality.

The sunlight was suddenly obscured, and the next moment when the sword master smashed the stone statue, the sky was dark, and this pure land in the dark realm was also quickly shrouded in a thick demon mist.

Thundered!

There was no light above the sky, black clouds were like covers, blood-colored lightning sometimes stretched across the nine heavens, and the aura in the air that tempted people to fall became stronger than ever.

Like Yu Hongfei, at this time, his eyes as pure as frost and snow also showed a bit of solemnity, he seemed to think of something, and his expression changed slightly.

However, in the next moment, the stars changed, and the three of them only felt that their bodies were light, and the world in front of them was no longer the same.

When he saw everything in front of him clearly, Wang Qingyuan observed the heavenly dome and the geographical features of the four directions, and understood that he had returned to the Moon Mountain Range.

The three of them were scattered, they didn't know the direction here, and they weren't at the foot of the copper mountain, and the demon fog was everywhere, but compared to the Yuan Shen World just now, it was chaotic, only a pair of flickering eyes in the dark, still hideous and greedy.

Just a few breaths later, these many hideous eyes were full of brilliance, Wang Qingyuan changed color, and the uneasiness in the dark climbed to an unprecedented peak at this moment.

Walk!

Almost as soon as he was thinking, Wang Qingyuan ran wildly in the direction of the weak demonic qi.

He unleashed all the power of qi and blood, the five-colored furnace shook in his body, and the whole person seemed to condense into a dark blue arrow, tearing apart the demon mist and air, and the place he passed through almost became a vacuum path.

Thundered!

Almost in the next instant, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the entire Mochizuki Mountain Range for more than 1,000 miles, the earth cracked, giving birth to bottomless cracks like a dark abyss.

During the run, the afterglow of Wang Qingyuan's eyes swept across the sky in all directions, and the sky cracked at this moment, with a total of ninety-eight large cracks, and in each big crack, a hazy long river was faintly visible.

The long river of time and space!

There is no need to guess, and in the depths of the heart, a kind of enlightenment is naturally born.

Ninety-eight big cracks, revealing ninety-eight rivers of time and space, Wang Qingyuan can't be calm, could it be that the number of the infant sacrifice wheel altar is not as the giant elephant demon soldier said, there are only ninety-eight.

There was too much puzzlement, and at this time, Wang Qingyuan was shocked, and he noticed the strangeness of the five-color furnace in his body.

The fist realm that belongs to the eighth style of the Five Elements Fist, after absorbing the power of the seeds of time, contains a void, as if it has become a real artifact.

The five-colored furnace shook, and the void in it shook, and as soon as Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power fell into it, he was taken aback, because the thousands of drops of Yuan Qi liquid that he had worked hard to refine and collect before had actually disappeared half of it at this time.

A gray-white stone bead, which can be the size of a baby's fist, is suspended in the void at this time, and drop after drop of pure white and flawless vitality liquid is devoured, and on the stone bead, a fine crack slowly grows.

Damn it!

Calm as Wang Qingyuan couldn't help but be annoyed, what a huge fortune this thousand drops of Yuan Qi liquid was, almost equivalent to 30,000 taels of snow silver, and even if there were 30,000 taels of snow silver, it didn't mean that you could buy it.

There is a record of the Yuan Qi liquid in the eighth volume of the "Tao Sutra", and if you are not a real master in the Dragon and Tiger Jindan Realm, it is difficult to collect and absorb the Yuan Qi from the vast heaven and earth, let alone turn it into Yuan Qi liquid, which will definitely affect your cultivation and outweigh the losses.

30,000 taels of snow silver is enough for Wang Qingyuan to initially re-establish the foundation for Ziwei Peak, although it is still far from enough, but it is already the first step.

"Come out for me!"

While running, Wang Qingyuan stretched out his hand to grab the void, and the gray-white stone bead was expelled from the void of the five-color furnace by him and appeared in the palm of his hand.

It's hot!

At this time, it seemed that he was holding a soldering iron in his hand, and Wang Qingyuan suddenly became vigilant, how could he put away this stone bead of unknown origin so easily before.

He threw it out, feeling a little too weird, but unexpectedly, the stone bead shook in the air, and it turned into a gray lightning bolt, which hit his eyebrows.

What the!

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan was a little frightened, and there was no pain. There were no scars, but in the void of the Sea of Consciousness where the Ancestral Divine Court was located, the stone bead appeared impressively and expanded infinitely. It became as majestic as a mountain.

Call!

Instantly, like a long whale absorbing water, the pure spiritual power that Wang Qingyuan had refined and stored and floated in the void of the Divine Court was absorbed almost in a snap of his fingers.

"Bastard!"

Wang Qingyuan's heart was boiling. This stone bead kraft candy is the same, and it is not polite to eat it.

Rumble!

In the snap of a finger, the stone bead moved, and this movement was earth-shattering.

Full of cracks, the beads that were more majestic than the mountain peaks collapsed at once, more shocking than thunder, almost a taste of ancient gods opening the world, shaking Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power turbulent, almost collapsed.