The sword of the god of killing turned into a divine thought slashed like a breeze, and the yellow-haired sable rat in the furnace could not see the slightest scar, but the bright luster that could be seen in those red eyes became dim at the speed visible to the naked eye, and finally became sluggish, like a soulless living dead.

The original god returned to his place, and Liu Boqin, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, pinched the mysterious handprints in his two hands, and the wisps of rui qi continued to emerge with the handprints, and he could faintly hear bursts of Taoist sounds, as if the ancient gods and demons from ancient times were reciting the mantra and spreading the Taoism.

"Refine!" Liu Boqin spat out the truth at this moment, shaking the dimension, and a ripple invisible to the naked eye emanated from his body, as if his body was a standing furnace at this time, and that drop of the essence blood of the yellow-haired sable rat was the medicine in this furnace, and at this time he was like a qi practitioner refining immortal medicine, his mind was condensed, and there was no relaxation.

"Yin!" A grand, majestic dragon roar sounded in Liu Boqin's body, but there was not a trace of sound coming out, as if everything had been imprisoned in his body, his body and the outside world were completely different worlds, and the world in the body was constantly changing at this time, and creation was also derived at this time.

If someone sees Liu Boqin's body at this moment, they can see that the drop of yellow-haired mink essence blood in his heart is like a small sun emitting a bright and dazzling light, and that crystal spine has turned into an ancestral dragon at this time, and a grand dragon groan is emitted from his mouth, and the mysterious Dao rhyme is permeated in the dragon's groan.

"Creation and derivation, return to the roots!"

The crimson flame in the furnace was burning, like a small sun's yellow-haired sable essence blood suspended in the flames, as the flames licked, the manifested yellow-haired sable figure was gradually shrinking, and finally retracted into the essence blood with the passage of time, like a clear mark imprinted on the essence blood.

No one really knows how big a dragon's appetite is, but everyone knows that it must be not small, otherwise there would be no legend that a dragon can dry up the river by drinking saliva.

At this moment, an amazing scene was happening in Liu Boqin's body, only to see the ancestral dragon turned into a spine, opening its teeth and dancing claws, the huge dragon's mouth suddenly opened at this time, and a huge suction force that devoured heaven and earth appeared in the dragon's mouth, and the nine divine chains of various colors had been straightened at this time, and they let out a roar.

The brilliant light disappeared, as if the world had become dim in an instant, and the huge suction force swallowed up this round of 'sun', plunging the world into darkness.

The dragon's groan disappeared, everything became quiet, and the wisps of breeze in the house appeared beside Liu Boqin, this wind was extremely soft, but there was a kind of sharpness that could cut through the world, and soon a yellow-haired sable sable composed of a breeze appeared in the house, enveloping Liu Boqin's figure.

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I don't know when, the phantom of the yellow-haired sable has disappeared, Liu Boqin, who is sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, has opened a pair of eyes, and there is no light and rushes straight to the Doufu, but some are as unpredictable and deep as the abyss, and I don't know what is hidden under the calm surface, so that people can't perceive it at all.

"Whew!"

A tiny wind sounded, and I saw a wisp of breeze appear on Liu Boqin's fingertips, which continued to rotate under his control, and in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a tiny tornado, and in the sneering sound, you could feel the tiny ripples in the void.

"The sharpness of the wind really lives up to its reputation, if there is a fixed wind bead, I am afraid that even Lingji Bodhisattva will not be able to easily catch the Yellow Wind Monster. Dispersed the breeze that he saw, Liu Boqin's face showed a look of satisfaction, refining the essence blood of the yellow-haired sable rat, he initially had the magic power of resisting the wind, as for the power, he had to keep excavating.

The power of the wind should not be underestimated, in ancient times, Feng Bo and Yu Shi joined forces to defeat the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor who held the Xuanyuan sword, if it were not for the help of Ying Long later, the result is not known, not to mention that Ying Long is also the dragon species of the imperial wind, it can be seen how the power of the wind is obtained.

Looking at the stars in the sky outside the window, Liu Boqin's face was full of smiles, as his cultivation continued to become deeper, maybe one day he could compete with Feng Bo just by resisting the wind, and at that time, he spit out the wind of annihilation from his mouth, and thousands of opponents were annihilated in this wind.

What kind of style is that, I'm afraid that even the words that suppress heaven and earth have become a little inconsistent with the description at that time, thinking about it makes people feel the blood in their hearts, and at this moment Liu Boqin's heart towards the Tao has become more pure, as clear and brilliant as a diamond.

The stars and the moon vanished, and the wisps of sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming dense spots on the ground, and the birds began to chirp, and it was evident that the night had passed.

In the early morning sunshine, everyone woke up, and when they opened their eyes, they saw yesterday's high hall, the carved beams and paintings had long disappeared, and there was only a tall pine and cypress around them, as for them were sleeping in the fallen leaves of the pine and cypress, at this moment even Tang Sanzang knew that the mansion that stood in the mountains and forests last night was conjured by someone else's mana, which was obviously a 'person with a heart'.

When everyone woke up, they saw a simple note hanging on an ancient cypress. Sha Wujing hurriedly took it and showed it to Tang Sanzang, only to see that there were eight verses of Song Ziyun on the simple post-

The old mother of Li Shan is not fantastic, and the Bodhisattva of the South China Sea, please go down the mountain. Fuxian Manjushri is a guest, turning into a beautiful woman in the forest.

The holy monk is virtuous and vulgar, and the eight precepts are more ordinary. From now on, meditation must be changed, if you are sluggish, the road is difficult!

At this moment, everyone naturally knew what all this was about, and at this moment, a familiar voice came out from the forest: "Master, save my old pig, I won't dare to do it next time!"

Everyone who heard the words saw Zhu Bajie hanging on the treetops, like Sun Wukong, naturally it was indispensable to tease, as for Sha Wujing and Zhu Bajie originally looked at each other at a different eye, at this time, seeing Zhu Bajie out of a foreign appearance, he naturally watched the show quietly on the side, and did not intercede for him at all.

As for Liu Boqin, as a literate spectator, he naturally stood quietly aside. Maybe it was because he saw that Zhu Bajie had been taught a lesson, or because he felt sorry for his disciple, Tang Sanzang opened his mouth, and Sun Wukong got Zhu Bajie off the treetops.

"Hey, Birchin, you seem to have changed from yesterday. Everyone laughed at Zhu Bajie for a while, and Sun Monkey noticed Liu Boqin's changes, and immediately couldn't help but be surprised.