The ancestor of the Hundred Refining Sect, good at refining weapons, did not give birth to natal magic weapons, in addition to one spiritual treasure, there are more than ten ancient spiritual weapons, these ancient spiritual weapons, all of which are Jiedan-level magic weapons.

The reason why the sect he created was named the Hundred Refining Gate was not taken from his refining methods, but from his cultivation attitude of refining into steel, and his mind was the most resolute among the people.

The ancestor of the Xuanyue faction, who is good at illusion, looked at Yan Yue's gaze, full of charm, I heard that many monks of the same generation have been carried under her illusion.

The ancestor of the Golden Jiao Sect has a very strong spirit beast, the fifth-order Jin Jiao.

This beast is not only powerful, but also has a high value for medicinal materials, and has been coveted by many people, but no one has ever succeeded in it.

Flying beside the Golden Jiaomen Ancestor, he looked down coldly at the small human in front of him, as if in its opinion, it alone could clean up this person.

Jinxia Mountain ranks last among the ten factions, but it does not mean that the ancestor of Jinxia Mountain has the worst strength.

On the contrary, he slaughtered many disciples and sacrificed and refined corpses, and his corpses were already comparable to the strength of Honglu Realm cultivators.

Standing beside the ancestor of Jinxia Mountain, his skin and flesh were dry, his eyes were blank, and he didn't look very strong, but once he fought, he could tear a Jiedan monk apart.

The seven elders of Nanshan have their own unique abilities, each of which is not weaker than the ancestors of the ten factions, among which the eldest Zhong Sang is in the late stage of the Yudan.

In addition to his personal ability, he also has a unique set of joint battle skills, and he usually fights with the ancestors of the ten factions, but he just doesn't use it, if he uses it and accidentally kills all the people, the Azure Gate has to trouble them.

In addition to the art of joint warfare, they are also good at the way of formations, such as the Great Array of Gods, the Resentful Soul Chasing Array, and the Red and Blue Flag Positive and Negative Arrays, all of which are from their hands.

The technique of joint warfare, coupled with the deployment of a large array, was enough to kill Yan Yue unscathed.

At that time, the bearded old man Yan Fang, one person fought twenty knots, one is that the seven elders of Nanshan have not yet learned the art of joint warfare, and the other is that twenty knots appear one by one, not at the same time as Yan Yue is now.

Zhong Sang, the eldest of the Seven Elders of Nanshan, looked at Yan Yue without the slightest emotion, and said gloomily: "When you kill the thief, remember not to destroy his memory, give the memory to the old man, and when you find out where his clan is, you will also slaughter his clan." ”

When Yan Yue's mother's family, everyone can easily find out where it is, when he flew from the Guxiu Continent to Tiannan, he passed through Dashu Village, and in order to vent his anger, he slaughtered all the villagers of Dashu Village.

At that time, Yan Yue, who carried out the art of dissipation, was nearby.

The divine consciousness saw this scene with his own eyes, and several people who wanted to find out their hands were desperate.

I don't want to know the result, I can't take revenge, and I will die in vain.

Erased this memory, and at the same time wrote a note of "Zhen to the Honglu Realm to open the dusty memory", hoping to find the person in his hand when his strength is enough, and avenge this sea of blood.

But after Yan Yue met the requirements, he did not return to this memory, but wanted to strengthen his strength again, and wait until he was strong enough to kill the enemy unscathed, and then avenge this blood revenge.

At this time, when he heard Zhong Sang mention this, he instantly took out the vial in the gourd space, the ancient jade edge of the family heirloom, and the memory was preserved.

"I'm actually, for my own life" looked at the memory inside it, his face was hideous to the extreme, "I have delayed the great feud until now!!

Crush the bottle and press the memory straight to your brain.

As the memory settles back into his mind, the dusty memory opens.

Back then, the villagers of Dashu Village, because of Yan Yue's words, completed the struggle for a hundred years, and did not move out of Dashu Village in order to help Yan Yue keep the scenery of the past.

They didn't want Yan Yue to come back in the future and see a desolate and ruined scene.

Even, Yan Yue, who became a foundation building monk in less than two years, became a living immortal in their eyes, and in order to thank Yan Yue for his merits, he also set up a statue of a god.

Every day, incense is offered and prayers are prayed to bless the village with good weather and rain, and more cultivators will appear.

"Thinking back to Ah Yue, this child, back then, he was like a day for a few years, and he persistently did an almost impossible thing, but we looked at him a lot, I really shouldn't think about it......"

"Don't mention the previous things, Ah Yue can become a foundation building immortal in two years, and he can become a more powerful immortal in the future, at that time, not to mention that ten miles and eight towns are famous, even if the entire Tiannan, our village is also famous. ”

"That's not it, as soon as he was born, I saw that he must be extraordinary in this life, and he will definitely be the best of the immortals in the future. ”

"I really wish my old bones could witness that moment......"

Among the villagers, the happiest is He Gengnong, although there is no exaggerated praise in his mouth, but since the news that Yan Yue became a foundation building monk came, he has a smiling face every day, and even his food has improved a lot, and he is happier than anyone else.

That day, Yan Yue, who was on the mountain in the distance, looked at the scenes in the village with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Except for a limited number of people such as He Gengnong, most of the villagers are philistines, but this philistine is the purest temperament.

Dashu Village is the home where I have lived for 16 years, and everything here, whether good or bad, has the taste of home.

But on this day, the disaster in Dashu Village struck.

The Seven Elders of Nanshan and several Ten Sect Ancestors who traveled with them came to the sky above Dashu Village.

Xiao Lingyun's hatred and hatred for the Kunji Gate ruins and treasures were all vented on the villagers.

These people are not only the villagers of Yan Yue's village, but also the people of his mother's family.

Killing a thief alone is not enough to vent hatred, these people will all die!

A catastrophe struck suddenly, and all kinds of cries, cries, and screams continued to sound in the village.

"Help, help, the immortals are killing!"

"Old immortal, please, don't kill my child, don't kill my child......"

The villagers crawled and fled in a panic, but how could they escape the killing of Brother Jiedan.

Bodies lay in houses, in courtyards, and on low walls

Above, beside the path, and under the big banyan tree at the head of the village, there was still a look of horror on his face before death.

Blood flowed in the village, and heads, severed limbs, and intestines were sprinkled all over the ground.

The villagers gathered under the statue of the god that Yan Yue erected, hugged each other, and the village chief He Gengnong plucked up his courage before he died, and asked loudly: "Immortal, what have we done wrong? What is all this for!"

"For what?" Zhong Sang, who took the lead in the killing, had a grimace on his face, "Because there is a character in your village!"

His eyes swept over Yan Yue's idol, his face was full of green energy, and his big hand pinched it in the air, and the idol shattered into powder.

He Gengnong still doesn't understand what all this is for.

Before he died, he didn't have any worries, he smiled miserably, and stared at Zhong Sang, "Ah Yue will definitely not let go of you things that are not good to die!"

In his opinion, there was only one Yunyang Ancestor in Tiannan Jiedan, and these people were at most just foundation building monks.

In less than two years, Yan Yue became a foundation building monk, and it didn't take much time to avenge the villagers who died tragically today.

Zhong Sang laughed loudly, "Okay, the old man is waiting for him to come!"

The sword flashed, and all the villagers who were huddled together died.

So far, there are hundreds of people in the village, large and small, men and women, and none of them are alive.

Not far from the mountain, Yan Yue, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, disappointed He Gengnong and Zhong Sang, and erased this memory from their minds.

With Yan Yue's character, he must find Zhong Sang and others to fight hard, but at this time, he has no ability to take revenge.

Doing so is actually a sensible approach.

"But after I met the requirements, why didn't I get back to my memory!!

The miserable wails of the villagers rang in their ears, and the frightened death flashed in front of their eyes.

Yan Yue's eyes were bloodshot, his face was terrifying, and his gaze swept over the faces of Zhong Sang and Jin Jiaomen Ancestor, who had made a move at that time.

Raised his head and roared, "I didn't draw my sword at that time, how can I endure it again today!"

He took out a single knife and thrust it into the abdomen.

All things have spirits, and everything in the world exists in a form that is invisible to man.

The potential in the heart is no exception.

For potentials, it is their mission to cross the cliff and become the master's strength.

Like human beings, there are those who are conscientious and those who are selfish.

Previously, in Yan Yue's heart, the potential was like a wave, and many fresh and young potentials turned into waves and went to the end of their destiny.

But in the waves, there are scattered and desperately squeezed back.

These potentials, if they are not cunning and selfish, or if they are old enough to become sophisticated, they have already seen through the world.

They know that there is a limit to the potential to get out of the cliff, whether it's calm or stormy.

That kind of thing, there are others doing it, and they can meet the standard every time, so why do you have to ask them.

The more potential you have to think like this, the less efficiency you have.

These potentials not only slack off and squeeze back, but also affect other potentials.

The young potentials in the waves, looking at them with contempt, a few on the edge of the waves, were accidentally swept into the ranks by them.

"You old vermin, let me out of the army, stop, let me go!"

"Young man, if we stop, we'll be swept away. ”

Seeing that another wave of potential was coming, they gritted their teeth one by one, rushed to the edge of the waves, and buried their heads.

These potentials are "battle-hardened", not only know how to hold together, but also use skill.

This one charged down, not swept away by the big waves, but also swept away a corner of the waves.

In order to make the team grow, it is even more painstaking, constantly persuading the young potential involved in the team, how precious life is.

For this kind of moth, the administrator of this world, the spirit of the bones, is very helpless.

All it can do is to push the sea of potential and make waves when the will of the higher levels comes.

Those moths need a higher will to cure.

The spirit of the root bone is very conscientious, and when the master is not cultivating, he often practices the skills of blowing the wind and making waves.

As usual, when the sea was being pushed, suddenly, as if there was some induction, the little hands were pinched to death, as if they could feel a certain emotion from the master.

But its job is only to help the master cultivate and do things outside of work, not only has a strong binding force, but also pays a heavy price for it.

Just when I couldn't help it, I suddenly felt the depths of the sea of potential and opened a pair of eyes.

In that place, there lived the angry spirit of another administrator of the heart.

The spirit of wrath only awakens when the master is extremely angry.

And at this time, it was the time of the wrathful spirit's use of force.

With the awakening of the spirit of wrath, the crimson sea of potential became even more fiery red, like magma.

At the bottom of the entire sea of potential, anger continued to rise, making the sea of potential make a "gurgling" and "gurgling" boiling sound.

The small part of the young potential that had become a wave of surging stopped instantly, and his face was full of fanaticism, and with the rising anger, he rose to a high place.

For potential, there is a nobler way to accomplish the mission than normalizing the waves flying over the cliffs.

That is, under the effect of anger, it rises up by transpiration, turns into clouds, turns into rain, and after undergoing transformation, it turns into a stronger potential and rushes to the mouth of the heart.

But this process of transformation is extremely painful, like going through a thousand tempers.

This kind of life pain is not only experienced by those old moths, but also by most of the young potentials who are willing to turn into gangs to complete their missions.

In the midst of the steaming rage, he fled like a lifeless.

The act of potential is even angry

The Spirit of Fury can't control it either, and can only do what is within its power.

"Look, what's that!"

The fleeing potentials stopped, looking at the crimson points of light that only they could see, rising from the bottom of the sea of potentials and heading high.

"That's noble emotional potential! The Spirit of Wrath is sacrificing itself!"

"Wow!" the potentials all stopped fleeing and looked up at the tragic scene high in the sky.

Even the spirits of wrath sacrifice themselves recklessly, and what face do they have to steal their lives.

The young potentials, their faces struggled for a while, they shouted, opened their arms, turned into a trace of white gas, and steamed.

This kind of transformation, those who have accidentally experienced it, the extremely painful feeling, is still fresh in their memories, and they don't want to experience it again.

At this time, they must teach by word and deed, attract more potential, hug together, and resist together.

But this time, they were silent one by one, looking at the juniors around them, and dedicating themselves to their masters without hesitation.

"There will be a death in life, or lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai, we wait, don't let young people laugh. ”

An old man, who was almost the same age as his master, sighed, and then his face turned into a thick white gas, and he soared away.

The old potentials of the second level looked at each other, their faces struggled for a while, and then they smiled.

"There is indeed only one life, but even if you live with the master, what is the meaning of this life journey?"

"The old man has lived all his life, and today he is willing to dedicate everything to his master!"

"Come, everyone hand in hand, one, two, three, up!"

Under the leadership of the experienced old potentials, the topmost potentials of the heart were all gathered hand in hand, and they actually rose straight into the sky in pieces.

Suspended in mid-air, converging into large, condensed clouds.

The potential in the clouds is detached from the ocean of life, and the whole body is in extreme pain, but no one regrets it.

One by one, they were hideous and crazy, looking at the other group of potentials that formed a cloud not far away, and under the leadership of the old potentials, they rushed straight towards each other, and the opposite side also rushed straight forward.

The two sides crashed into each other.

At the impact site, the old potentials who took the lead, in the crazy laughter, vigorously turned into powder.

"Whoa!"

Due to the collision of the two sides, a huge lightning bolt suddenly appeared.

The dazzling flash of white light instantly lit up the entire heart.

The loud roar of thunder awakened the potential that had been sleeping at the bottom of the heart.

One by one, feeling the spirit of sacrificing their lives for righteousness, with a resolute face, they gathered together hand in hand and rose straight into the sky.

All the potentials in the whole heart are all moving at this moment, without missing anything.

Rising, clouding, impacting.

For a while, the whole heart thundered and thundered, and the white light was dazzling.

In the roar, Chengyun's potential became full and abnormal, each containing incomparably powerful power, turning into a raindrop the size of a bean, and falling straight down with a "boom".

Torrential rain fell instantly.

The three golden bottles were aroused by anger, full of angry wine, filling the entire heart.

The Spirit of the Root Bone is now pushing the entire sea of potential, and the hurricane on the sea is raging, trying to roll up the waves.

But the sea of potential is too big, and the potential has been sublimated, even if it has super quality, its strength is still not enough.

Seeing this, the potentials that had become dozens of times stronger pushed forward one by one, and under the joint impetus of all the potentials, an unimaginably powerful force was generated.

The huge force rolled up the stormy waves, and in the dull roar, it was overwhelming, rushing towards the end of the life of the potentials.

The waves had already risen much beyond the height of the cliffs, and the potential above the waves, looking at the light in the distance, was full of ecstasy.

Once there, their lives will come to an end, and at the same time, they will undergo another metamorphosis, transforming into a nobler form and continuing to exist.

It's what they've always dreamed of, and now, it's about to happen.

As the waves roll over, the potentials either pile up in front of them or add fuel to the back, making the waves higher and higher.

The monstrous waves finally crossed the cliff and slapped against the mouth of the heart.

A large wave of potential surged towards the mouth of the heart, but only a small part of it could get out, and most of them crashed back again due to the impact force, unwilling to fall back into the sea of potential.

The mouth of the heart is too small.

Seeing this, the Spirit of the Root Bone hesitated for a while, then gritted its teeth and used the ability that was within its ability, but was constrained by the power of the rules, to temporarily expand the heart of the sea several times.

After doing this, he collapsed to the extreme, endured the ubiquitous feeling of powerlessness on his body, and gritted his teeth again to push the sea of potential.

Seeing this, the potentials who turned into rainstorms and shouted: "Let's move together!"

"One, two, three, drink!" the potentials pushed forward one by one.

The entire sea of potential, due to the mobilization of all potentials, has a tendency to shake.

Rumble!

Another monstrous wave was generated, several times larger than the previous one, rushing towards the direction of the Heart Sea.

Along the way, many potentials joined the team, and the giant wave was like a huge angry god, with the power of thunder, instantly rushing out of the heart.

The potential comes one after another, one wave does not go, and the other wave is born, composing a tragic poem.

The potential rushed out of his heart and turned into a huge stream of energy, surging towards the limbs and bones of Yan Yue's whole body.

The Gangjin aborigines from all over the body are all mobilized and huddled together to make room for future generations.

With the continuous increase and cohesion of Gangjin, Yan Yue only feels that his current self can open mountains and split the sea!

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