Zhongnan Mountain, Yangtian Pond, Qizhen Pavilion.

At the time of the day and night loop, the alternation of yin and yang, the southern peaks, the clouds are steaming, and the white mist is dense, such as filaments and thin brocade. The morning dew is like a bead, rolling on the verdant and delicate almost transparent grass and flower stems and leaves, after a night of rest, whether it is birds, beasts, insects and fish, or flowers and plants, snakes and jungles, pythons, bears and tigers, are gradually recovering, cicadas and birds sing one after another, calling for the spring cloth under Deze.

The sun is rising!

The sun is magnificent, like a thousand volcanic eruptions, burning the east of the canopy red. The purple glow is continuous, coming from the east, and the brocade of Shu is brilliant and colorful. Countless innate purple gas, quietly laid down in the morning glow of the sun, this innate purple qi is the most refined and pure innate aura, unfortunately this heaven and earth, there are not many advanced monks, so that this opportunity given by God is wasted in vain.

Innate purple gas, although there is a purple character in the name, it is actually light and colorless, scattered in the morning dew, clouds, clear streams, valleys, scattered in the vast mountains and rivers, formless and phaseless, eyes can not see, hands can not touch, no matter how high your martial arts are, if you do not reach the realm of qi into the body, into the wonder of heaven and man, are not available.

But there was a child, about fourteen or fifteen years old, sitting quietly in the Qizhen Pavilion, inhaling wind and drinking dew. But seeing that between his breathing and breathing, if it was intermittent, one breath and one breath were integrated, extremely light and very shallow, extremely fine and very subtle, like the breeze in the early morning, blending seamlessly with the green clouds and white mist in the mountains.

The boy sat facing east, his heart was facing the sky, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his eyes were filled with purple light from time to time.

Dao Tong faced the rising sun, and with every breath, there was a faint purple light coming out of the Yintang acupoint between his eyebrows.

Whew, suck, suck, suck! His breathing suddenly became violent, like a python swallowing spiritual energy, condensing the golden pill. Every time you inhale, you will suck out the air in the zhangxu, and every breath you exhale, it is as straight as a sword, and after squirting out for several meters, the air flow still gathers but does not disperse, leaving small holes several inches deep on the extremely hard bluestone cliff wall that is difficult to be injured by the sword.

If Wang Chongyang is resurrected, he will have to die of shame when he sees this scene. He once looked at the world, and proudly said that "Chongyang is not weaker than others in his life", but he couldn't even engrave words on a stone tablet, and he lost his own love because of this.

Half an hour later, the rising sun gradually rose, the innate purple qi gradually dispersed, the Tong's eyes widened suddenly, and three or four meters long purple light shot out of the pupils, like lightning across the sky, the light in the Qizhen Pavilion was magnificent, and the remaining darkness of the night was dispelled in a moment, and a grass and a grain of sand within a few zhang were illuminated in detail.

"Haha, hahaha, the fifth level of innate divine skills, success!"

Dao Tong laughed loudly, his arms shook slightly, and he rose into the sky like an eagle, this leap was nearly ten zhang high, and then his arms rowed back, like the wings of an eagle, Feng Xuan resisted the wind, his body slid forward lightly, and with a breath, he crossed the valley of dozens of zhang, during which the mountain wind was howling strongly, and even the corners of his clothes were not moved.

After a few ups and downs, the Dao Tong jumped to the top of Zhongnan, raised his head to the sky, and inhaled violently. This inhalation is even more powerful than just now, like a giant kun absorbing water, like a dragon devouring the sky, the aura of heaven and earth surging violently, the top of the south of the wind and clouds, within a hundred meters of the aura of heaven and earth rotated sharply, instantly forming a funnel-shaped cyclone more than ten meters high and several meters thick, and the tail end of the cyclone was just connected to the mouth of the child!

The innate purple qi that was gradually dissipating was forcibly gathered by the Dao Tong and incorporated into the dou-shaped cyclone that was flying and spinning and growing stronger and stronger. The cyclone turned more and more urgently, and in a tea time, it reached ten meters thick and forty-nine meters high, looking from afar, it seemed like a desolate dragon monster with teeth and claws, wanting to choose people and devour, the situation was very terrifying.

Such an astonishing vision of heaven and earth has already alarmed the entire Zhongnan Mountain, and the rare birds and beasts all over the mountain are terrified, even the white-fronted insect known as the lord of the mountain is also frightened, and he shrinks into the cave and does not dare to take a step.

The whole true religion is up and down, chickens and dogs are jumping, and people are panicking. The seven sons of Quanzhen were dumbfounded, they have walked the rivers and lakes for decades, although they are not the first-rate in their own cultivation, but they have followed Chongyang Zhenren for many years, and all the top masters in the world have never seen them, they can be regarded as well-informed, but they have never seen such a terrifying master.

Wang Chongyang won the championship in Huashan on the sword that year, won the reputation of the first in the world, and won the Taoist supreme treasure book "Nine Yin True Scripture". With the help of the True Scriptures, he cultivated the fourth level of innate divine skills in one fell swoop, and his gestures were all powerful.

Exhale into a sword, hold iron into mud, when the true qi is condensed, such as steel, soft when like catkins, a feather can not add a fly can not fall, if you try to write on the stone tablet with Lin Chaoying, even if Lin Chaoying still uses fossil pills, he may not lose.

It's a pity that at that time, Lin Chaoying's soul had already returned to the underworld for a long time, so he could only sneak into the ancient tomb quietly, leaving behind the martial arts of restraining the ancient tomb faction, and engraved the bold words of "Chongyang is not weaker than others in his life".

Exhale into a sword, hold iron into clay, and engrave words on the stone tablet with your fingers, this kind of ability is no longer possible by flesh and blood, and ordinary people will certainly be respected as immortals when they see it, even in the eyes of well-informed martial arts masters such as Quanzhen Qizi, it is also incredible, and the skill is almost Tao.

The man who stood proudly on the top of Zhongnan was even more powerful, manipulating the aura of heaven and earth with his flesh and blood, and creating a huge tornado forty or fifty meters high out of thin air.

"This kind of power, this kind of power, alas, I hope this person is right or evil, otherwise not only will the foundation of my sect be in danger, but the martial arts in the world will inevitably be a catastrophe. Wang Chu sighed, and his face was slightly worried.

"If this is the case, we will fight to the death and die for the sake of martyrdom. Although Qiu Chuji is old, he is still unabated and awe-inspiring.

"Whether this person is good or evil has not yet been determined, and all the juniors and disciples do not need to worry too much. However, everything is not foreseen, and we need to plan in advance. ”

Ma Yu pondered for a moment, summoned Zhen Zhibing, a third-generation disciple, and instructed: "Order the disciples of the whole sect to close the mountain gate, concentrate on cultivating and practicing martial arts, and not go out for half a month." In addition, the flying pigeon spreads the word to all the major schools in the world, truthfully stating today's events for the future. ”

Zhen Zhibing saluted and went respectfully.

"Senior brother, I want to go to Peach Blossom Island and the beggars, how about it?" Qiu Chuji said suddenly.

"No, you can't. Although Jing'er and his wife and Hong Lao's gang leader have high martial arts, they are by no means opponents of this person. Invite them to come, lest it ruin their lives. Ma Yu waved his hand and said categorically, "So far, we can only wait and see what happens, I hope this person is not a traitor." ”

The whole truth teaches people to be panicked, but the ancient tomb sect is ignorant of this.

Yang Guo Xiaolongnu, a pair of otaku and otaku, stayed in the ancient tomb every day to practice martial arts, and only came out once when they purchased firewood, rice, oil, salt, or practiced. At this dawn, it was a good time to cultivate the Tomb Sect's mental method, and with the power of the cold jade bed, cultivation was even more effective with half the effort, how could they have the time to come out and hang out?

Not to mention how shocked the top and bottom of Zhongnan Mountain were, at this time, the top of Zhongnan changed again.

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