Looking at the crack that disappeared quickly, Liu Boqin's eyes were filled with a thick look of jealousy, he knew that the previous flick of his fingers had been left in his hand, just to stop him, and the force of his stick was neutralized, without the intention of hurting Liu Boqin. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But for a monk who has embarked on the path of martial arts, there is naturally bitterness in his heart, and the strength of his own body, in front of others, has no eye-catching place, like an ant, which can be wiped out with one finger, how can it fall into the eyes of a person with great magical powers.

Although Liu Boqin knew in his heart that this was a good thing for him at this moment, the bitterness in his heart was still strong. In those bright eyes, the shining gaze had a hint of decadence, and in the eyes of others, his pursuit might just be an ant trying to move forward, and a drop of falling raindrop might be able to wipe it out.

"Bell!" Just as the gaze in Liu Boqin's eyes dimmed, and suddenly the crystal Dao bell suspended in the sea of consciousness suddenly let out a roar, and the grand bell was like a thunderbolt in Liu Boqin's heart, flashing like a wisdom sword, cutting off that trace of decay.

A pair of bright eyes were full of strong battle intent, and a long roar like a dragon's groan suddenly came out: "What others can achieve, I Liu Boqin must be able to, and he will surpass it in the future, let this world decay and destroy, I, Liu Boqin, will be immortal!" The voice resounded in his heart like rumbling thunder.

A trace of cool night breeze blowing, Liu Boqin suddenly stepped out, his body more than ten feet tall became the size of an ordinary person in the flash, and the whole body of the black Qianjun stick in his palm was carried on his shoulder.

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The moon is gone, and the stars are gone. The eastern sky radiated the brilliance of the Dao, and a new day had arrived, and the events of last night could be said to have devastated the surrounding mountains, but now they had become as lush and green as before, showing no signs of decay.

Such a scene is naturally not the recovery ability of this world, and if it is allowed to recover on its own, I don't know how long it will take. But it is not difficult for Liu Boqin and the others, the supernatural power changes the surrounding environment, and the essence of vitality extracted from heaven and earth turns into rain and dew, even if it is a decayed wood, it can also glow and pull out emerald green shoots.

At this time, the mountain where the red pine temple is located, on the top of the mountain. A red cloud the size of a zhang floated, round like a futon, but it also fluttered softly like a white cloud, but there was no sign of dissipating with the morning breeze, stopping in that space, without losing its agility.

At this moment, with the light of the morning sun emerging. Liu Boqin, who was dressed in black armor, sat cross-legged on the red clouds, and the pitch-black Qianjun stick hung on his chest, and he couldn't see the slightest swaying of divine light, and some were just calm.

"Whew!" At this moment, Liu Boqin suddenly opened his mouth, and a grand suction force suddenly came out of his mouth, and waves of air rolled up in the air, within a radius of several miles, the rich heaven and earth vitality, as well as the Chaoyang purple qi born from the creation of the rising sun, converged into a torrent at this time, emitting a rumbling surging sound, rolling into his mouth.

At the same time, the black armor on his body, as well as the suspended Qianjun stick, the Dao Streamer rose from the ancient clumsy color, pulling the purple qi rushing from the sky, as if a stream was separated from the long river and poured into the armor and the Qianjun stick.

When the morning sun had risen in a young time, the vision that could be seen in a position of more than ten miles slowly dissipated as Liu Boqin finished his work, but the grand aura still made the spirits in the mountains and forests feel afraid, and they were afraid that they would offend Liu Boqin and die innocently.

It is still under the shade of the red pine tree with red brilliance, a few small ones, but it is carved from white jade in the mountains, which is a rare treasure for ordinary people, but for the cultivation of Liu Boqin and several people, it has no substantial help, and it is just placed there without feeling dazzling.

The familiar aroma of wine wafted out of a red-skinned gourd, this is a good wine treasured by Chisong Laodao, but today it was also taken out to entertain Liu Boqin and Xuanqiu.

Last night, if it weren't for Liu Boqin in this red pine view, I don't know if this red pine view would still be able to bathe in today's sunshine and feel that ray of warmth, maybe at this time I saw that the red pine view had been erased, or struggled in the surging sword intent, but it was useless, and it slowly decayed.

The words of thanks did not say anything, the three of them also experienced a life and death, if it was another person Xuanqiu, it was naturally impossible to sit with Liu Boqin, perhaps because the shadow of the future generations was still left in his heart, there was no so-called strict condescension, the three of them were like friends, and they couldn't see that Xuanqiu was a servant, and naturally they couldn't see that Liu Boqin was his master.

"Good fragrant wine, I don't want to have such an elegant Taoist temple in this mountain, today is a blessing, I don't know if the host can enjoy a cup to taste. Just as the three of them were drinking, a rough voice passed through the formation outside the Akamatsu Gate and sounded in the ears of the three of them.

Suddenly, Liu Boqin smiled slightly, and the gaze in his eyes fell on the body of the old Taoist of Chisong, no matter how Lao Dao is the real master of this Laodao of Chisongguan, how can he overstep his bounds.

"Since Daoist friends have this Yaxing, then please come to one of my small views. "Being able to pass the voice through the formation, the person who came naturally has cultivation, and it is not low to think about it, and the old man Chisong called a voice and naturally did not make the slightest mistake.

When the words fell, I saw that the wide sleeves of the old road of Chisong were suddenly swept away, and an invisible mana shot out, and the dense fog that shrouded this Chisong Temple suddenly cracked, and a staircase paved with bluestone appeared.

Although it is bluestone, it shines with a jade-colored luster under the sun's brilliance, revealing spiritual light, which is more precious than the flawed mountain jade, which may be the difference between monks and mortals, although it is very poor, but even the treasures in the treasury of mortals cannot be compared.

The road opened, and a figure appeared in front of the three of them, the person who came was dressed in a pitch-black robe, with a short beard on his face, erected like a steel needle, and under a pair of thick eyebrows, two eyes the size of copper bells were blazing, and his rough face looked mighty and exuded a fierce momentum.

When this person saw the thick fog that opened the hole, he immediately laughed out loud in his mouth, and suddenly stepped out, but it seemed to be as elegant as the breeze, and the sharp contrast appeared on his body, but it was not obvious contradiction, this is a strange person, a person with great magical powers.