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The candlelight is dim.

Kiyohara closed his eyes and meditated.

For some reason, his heart throbbed, and there seemed to be a lot of uneasiness, and along with the blood and heartbeat, it seemed to be more agitated.

Qingyuan didn't know why, he didn't know the source, frowned, only put the white jade ruler across his lap, put the ancient mirror on his chest, and began to practice.

This time, it's not luck, and it's not about studying immortal arts.

He was comprehending the art of closure of the universe.

This technique originated from the Huanhua Pavilion, not for fighting, not for practice, but for constricting the breath, and the right way to hold the baby.

Before, Qingyuan only cultivated a beginner, which was already good, but now he has cultivated a wisp of true yang in the Yin God, and he can be regarded as half a foot in the real human realm.

Look at the mountains are mountains, and look at the water is water.

Look at the mountains are not mountains, and look at the water is not water.

Look at the mountains and mountains, and see the water again.

This kind of realm mostly comes from the perception of heaven and earth.

Just like the cow that cooks the cow, what you see is a cow, and what he sees is piece after piece of beef, piece after piece of cow bone, and piece after piece of cow tendon......

Qingyuan's vision has been equated with a real person, so his comprehension of heaven and earth, what he sees in front of him, is more subtle, more thorough, clearer, and clearer...... And for the art of Qiankun closure, I also have a deeper understanding.

"I can restrain my breath, others can't use my breath to track me down, trying to find me is like looking for a needle in a haystack. ”

Qing Yuan said secretly: "But the aura of convergence cannot be exhausted, similar to characters such as Xiang Banxian, if they are too close to each other, they are in the same city, they can still be detected...... Once I fight with someone, he can also get it. ”

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but think of the Zhengyi who guarded the righteous path at the beginning.

The technique of Qiankun closure was originally to avoid Zhengyi.

Later, Qingyuan practiced the art of Qiankun closure, left Nanliang, and went to Shu, but still did not dare to stay in Mingyuan Taoist Temple...... Later, when I arrived at Li Mountain, I felt the Five Elements Great Array, during which I wandered many times, left Li Mountain, and returned to Li Mountain, but I did not dare to live in one place for a long time, so as not to be pursued by Zhengyi.

"Now in the six-story building, there is still a yin god, but there is a wisp of true yang, which can be called a half-step real person, I have a deeper understanding of the art of Qiankun closure, although it is not to the attainment of Dacheng, but it is also extremely extraordinary. ”

Qing Yuan said in his heart: "With my current perception of this Qiankun Closure Technique, whether it is a half-immortal or a Zhengyi, as long as I don't see it with my own eyes...... Then, even if it's just a wall, you won't be able to detect my existence. ”

"Unless...... There is a fairy nether. ”

Or is it...... Its perception is keen, and it is better than that of human immortals. ”

......

The eighth room of the Tianzi number.

There are no candles lit here.

It was dark.

But for Shoichi, he can see things at night, and this night is no different from day.

He appeared to be sitting cross-legged on the bed.

In fact, he hung a foot high from the bed.

"Wacky ......"

He is a fairy root and a bone, his heart has always been quiet, and he has walked in the world for several years, mostly walking in the mountains and forests, or sitting in the clouds, sleeping in the open air, watching the clouds, watching the clouds, and condensing mana.

Over the years, even though he has gone down the mountain, he has actually practiced as if he had been born, and he has never entered the WTO.

Similar to today's accommodation, it was the first time he had stayed in an inn.

Before that, he had never spent the night in this hustle and bustle of the world.

But this time, there was a throbbing for some reason, so I came here.

The throbbing is still there.

He is extremely high, unpredictable in the world, and is a congenital root bone, has been blessed by the Taishang Dao Ancestor himself, what he knows, perceives and sees, when no one in the world is incomparable.

His perception is almost close to that of the Immortal Family.

"The Source ...... Induction"

Zhengyi closed his eyes slightly, turned his head to look next door, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

In the next moment, he reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, which was not unsheathed, but the blade of the sword was faintly pointed into the next room.

......

The seventh room of the Tianzi number.

The windows are closed.

No wind.

But the candlelight flickered and flickered, becoming extremely faint, as if it was about to be extinguished.

The room became extremely dark.

The breath became extremely cold.

A chill suddenly rose in Qing Yuan's heart, and he subconsciously wanted to run the Huangting Immortal Sutra, burst out with a breath, and used the ancient mirror and the white jade ruler.

However, at this juncture, in the ancestral hole of the eyebrows, June Mingzhao, the nine-fold jade building, suppressed all kinds of distracting thoughts.

And at this moment, he was trying his best to think about the Qiankun Closure Technique, and suddenly went to a new level.

The breath is constricted, and all of them are in the body.

"It was ...... just now," Kiyohara looked at him in disbelief.

......

The eighth room of the Tianzi number.

Zhengyi wanted to draw his sword out of the sheath and cut through the wall, but in the end, he didn't come out of the sword after all.

He has a plain temperament, and he regards all things as dogs, and everything is regarded as equal, and he does not take it into his eyes. But after all, he was born to guard the right path, and he still can't act recklessly.

So he got up and pushed open the door, ready to knock on the door next door.

"I want to see, who are you?"

As soon as the law enforcement sword rose, he walked barefoot.

The clouds linger under your feet, and you hold them up without touching the floor.

He is dressed in Taoist clothes, but he is a silkworm in the clouds, spun and weaved.

The clouds and mist linger, and the fairy aura is thick.

Although he is in the world, he is like an immortal.

......

The seventh room of the Tianzi number.

Qing Yuan suddenly got up and held the white jade ruler.

From the sharp sword qi of the right talent, he roughly understood the origin of the other party.

The number of ways to keep the right way!

From the point of view of sword intent, it is more powerful, more outstanding, and more mysterious than the original Hongheng.

But the other party seemed to have a chill, although there was a bit of indifference in the chill, and there was no hostility...... But it is enough to kill people.

"Kill without killing intent?"

Kiyohara closed his eyes, "Because you don't treat people as people, but treat human life as if they were rocks on the ground and weeds on the side of the road?"

Kick away the rocks, pick flowers and break grass, and naturally there will be no killing intent.

"Is there such a person in the gate of the righteous path?"

He was slightly puzzled and surprised, but at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

A very familiar figure.

That indifferent figure.

The person who should have been born as an immortal, but was born in the mortal world, so the immortal root and bones, and even attracted the attention of the ancestor of the immortal world.

The first disciple of the righteous path, Zhengyi!

"Is that him?"

Qingyuan's heart sank, and he said secretly: "I have been hiding from him for several years, and I have learned the art of Qiankun closure, but I still have to wander around, and today, I can't avoid it after all?"

Then a chill flashed in his eyes.

Since you can't avoid it, let's fight?

Although it may not be Zhengyi's opponent, today's Qingyuan, a half-step real person, is no longer the ant that can be easily killed in the past...... Even if you can't fight, you can tear off a piece of meat, and you can think about it.

He got up and walked towards the door.

......

As soon as he pushed open the door, he suddenly stopped.

In the left corner, a person staggered and fled, covered in blood, with a broken arm, looking extremely embarrassed, crying, "Senior brother......"

The person who came was a disciple of Qianjimen looking for the foundation.

Zhengyi frowned slightly.

"Senior Brother Xunle......" Xunji gasped: "He...... He was ...... by a demon who could transform into a human body. Eat...... Ate ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was already on the ground, motionless.

Zhengyiyu's eyebrows furrowed a little deeper.

This is a disciple of Qianjimen, which can be regarded as a branch of the Righteous Path, and he is not easy to turn a blind eye to as the first contemporary disciple of the Righteous Sect.

So he reached out and waved it at Xunji.

There was a wind coming out, which made Xunji feel cold a little and shrink back.

The wind was full of aura.

Xun Ji suddenly felt warm again, the distorted and painful look on his face gradually subsided, and the blood on the broken arm had stopped.

Zheng glanced at the place where Xun Ji came from, and he knew that there was a high-level monster there, but he ignored it and turned his head to look at the next door.

There it is...... The seventh room of the Tianzi number.

This was the source of some of his feelings.

His face was indifferent, his eyes were calm, and he walked up...... Towards the seventh room of Tianzi.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden bang on the stairs.

A man came in steps, his steps dull.

The man was a burly man, eight feet tall, dressed in a rather rudimentary garment, covered in a markinged leopard skin. But seeing that his face was full of beard, he looked very rough.

This strong man's bronze bell was angry, his eyes were cold and cruel, and there was still a wisp of blood at the corner of his mouth.

It wasn't that he vomited blood, but that he had chewed on the blood that had spilled from human flesh.

"Leopard Demon?"

As soon as he stopped, he turned his head and looked indifferent, "self-defeating......

He drew his sword and pointed forward.

The sword wind howled.

The chill was everywhere. (To be continued.) )