The breath of despair and death enveloped Bai Yi, Li Que Fu's double gong moved, he made the first type of plague god in the five slashes of the plague god to descend into the world, he is the embodiment of the evil spirit, can completely destroy the lifeline of Bai Yi's body, his five slashes of the plague god are extremely evil skills, and the cultivation of Wuxiang Gong is still short, and it cannot be replicated at all.

The spirit, soul, and will of the white clothes are all one, but the innate realm is all ants in the mortal world, and the white clothes do not believe in evil, he would rather the storm come more violently, and if he wants to climb to the extreme of martial arts, he has to fight with heaven and earth, what is the little plague god.

The white-clothed Tianshan made Tianshan fold his hand, and cast a fortune to release the true qi of the Northern Darkness from the pores of his body, forming a gang qi that could fuse and devour all non-physical damage, and he wanted to forcibly absorb Li Que Fu's angry qi.

The way Wuxianggong imitates the cultivation and operation of true qi is a supernatural power that can only be glimpsed at the innate realm, he can't control it at all, but he has a desperate determination, he doesn't mind risking his life, if he can't stop the first form of the plague god's five slashes, then the second and third forms will kill him.

He jumped up with a red flame all over his body, which was the flame of the intersection of yin and yang between heaven and earth, and it was the first stage of the combination of supreme pure yang and self-supremacy gong, the Taoist red true fire of pure yang to yin. He fused all the moves into Zhemei's hand, and slapped it towards Li Que Fu with one palm.

The palm strength is only one of the advances, in fact, it is endless, mixed with all his sword moves and palm strength, if it is powerful, it is not inferior to the eighteen palms of the dragon, and the plum hand can be mixed with the martial arts moves in the world, he is still inexperienced, and he can not release the power of the plum hand to move mountains and seas.

He caught the first of the five slashes of the plague god.

The cold rain fell, the lightning and thunder between the heavens and the earth, the scarlet blood flowed down the corners of the white clothes's mouth, the forest was corroded by the aura, and the invisible energy swept away the ancient trees, and the heavens and the earth were in shambles. Bai Yi bit the tip of his tongue to maintain the last trace of sobriety, his will cannot be broken, he wants to continue fighting.

The Dao True Fire gradually transformed into orange, the power of the Yin and Yang Flame Seed became stronger and stronger, Bai Yi was unaware, the aura devoured by the Northern Snail was destroying his body functions like a plague, and the crazy high load of the wooden wheel was repairing his damaged body.

He could clearly feel that the aura was stripping his strength out of his body, he was getting weaker and weaker, he couldn't fall, he couldn't be crushed by Li Que Fu, he wanted to use the yin and yang strength of the Tianshan Six Yang Palms to meet Li Que Fu's second slash.

Li Que Fu is like a plague god, the twin twists of anger seem to be about to burn, he will directly use the fourth paper boat to burn the sky, the plague will turn into Amaterasu hellfire, burning everything in the world, he doesn't believe that the man in front of him can survive this earth-shattering, weeping ghost and god tricks.

The masters of the Innate Realm have to struggle to resist the source of the plague fire from hell, how will the white clothes resist it? He stared at the dark and jumping plague breath, like a burning black rose, and the technique of Li Que Fu was very strange, he was like folding a paper boat, and he seemed to light a candle.

The paper boat is burning brightly, he knows that this trick can break his body, can turn him into particles in the universe, no, I can't die, he repeatedly told himself in his heart, he has to work hard to understand the mystery of heaven and earth, yin and yang.

Wu Xingyun handed over the essence of the six yang palms of the Tianshan Mountains to him, and taught him the three palms, Wu Xingyun said that the two qi of yin and yang are unpredictable, and the six yang palms need to be comprehended by themselves, if they borrow her palms, they will never be able to climb new peaks. Bai Yi forgot all the Yangge Tianjun, Yangchun Baixue, and Yangguan Sandi in his mind, and he sensed the yin and yang of the universe with the help of Wulun Jin, and comprehended his own first palm.

He understands it as the ultimate yang god of the yin god, and the extreme yang of the extreme yin is pure yang, and the true fire of the combination of the only self-respecting gong and the pure yang supreme gong surrounds him, and the true gang of the northern snail exhales the whole circle, and he wants to fight to the death with the unphased gong and the negative extreme yang hui and the plague god.

The paper boat is burning brightly, what a wonderful move, he will use Wuxianggong to simulate Li Que Fu's move, simulate the way his true qi is cultivated and operated, his body may collapse and disintegrate at any time, and he will die completely, he has no fear, he has the courage to face death, and the hope of life.

The white-clothed mind began to be confused, he tried to stay awake, or the extreme yang returned to Li Que Fu to strike, the palm strength formed a fire god, holding the ten directions of the divine soldier roared, roared, slashed towards Li Que Fu's head and neck, Li Que Fu's whole body The plague root burned, and the void faintly collapsed.

He didn't even have the strength to scream, the True Gang of the Northern Darkness pulled the source of the plague into the white clothes, his skin gradually withered, his life dried up as quickly as a dry spring, death called his soul, and if he fell, he would never be able to get up.

Those clean and clear eyes were filled with the breath of death, without the slightest vitality, he desperately used Wuxiang Gong to imitate the root of the plague, Li Que Fu Rin smiled, absorbing more plague true yuan to him, and the body functions of the white clothes slowly stopped working.

He is like a small flat boat in the sea, he can't sink, he can't close his eyes, he wants to live. His thoughts evoked the demon seed in his consciousness, and it emitted strange sounds of pleasure, greedily sucking the breath of despair, death, and the source of the plague like a demon.

The demon seed established the demon, the white clothes came into existence from nothing, the Dafa began, and inadvertently broke through the third demon formation, the demon seed took out the brilliance of fright, Li Que Fu's mind was damaged, and he was repelled defenselessly, the root of the plague dissipated, and the demon seed was evil and greedy to suck the life of the white cloth.

Consciousness was completely blurred, driven by the survival instinct, he cast Ling Bo to retreat into the distance, Li Que Fuyin smiled, and cast the second slashing qi of the plague god to spread for eight hundred miles, he disappeared in place in an instant, and instantly appeared in front of Bai Yi, breaking Bai Yi's ribs and limbs.

He fell off the cliff and floated down the current, pouring into the underground river, the Dao Heart and the Demon Seed in his body fought endlessly, damaging his physical functions, and he thought that I was probably going to die.

The 100,000 mountains and mountains in southern Xinjiang are continuous, the peaks and peaks overlap, the points are innumerable, there are many poor mountains and bad waters, fierce beasts and poisonous insects, the poisonous fog evaporates during the day, and the miasma is pervasive, if it is not for the mountain people of southern Xinjiang, they will be poisoned to death.

There is a dead pool of evil water outside the Yao Mountain, there is a huge poison, if you splash a drop of water, the skin and flesh are rotten, the hands and feet are black, the body is weak and dead, there is a village five miles away from the dead pool, they are good at using the poison in the dead pool to make bows and arrows, to expel the beasts, they are the Yao people, the descendants of the Jiuli God of War.

Yao Village is located surrounded by mountains, verdant and verdant, ancient and ancient, a clear stream flows through the village, it originates from the underground lake, a group of beautiful and light little girls jingle and laugh, they are combing their shiny black hair by the river.

She saw a corpse floating down the stream, and let out a babbling exclamation, like a thousand birds with the most beautiful voices, she fished the corpse ashore with a bamboo pole, and a little girl hurriedly ran to inform the great elder of the Yao tribe.

The Great Elder carefully examined his body and found that he still had a breath, they soaked him in a large medicine jar, boiled him with a simmer, and used the oldest medical skills of the Yao people to heal his necrotic body, Jiu Chi had to throw colorful poisonous insects into the medicine jar every day, and she often wondered why she hadn't woken up yet.

She is a daughter of nature, a descendant of Chi You's lineage, her beauty is better than Luoshen, she is a little girl of the Yao tribe, she has never left the 100,000 mountains, and she has never seen people outside the Yao tribe, she often picks up the mountain fruits of the mountain streams, and brings the wild fruits to the tip of his nose, she hopes that he can smell the aroma of wild fruits and open his eyes.

She has a worn-out knife in her waist, it is called Chi Luo, Chi You once used it to compete in the Central Plains and dominate the world, it is known as the first evil soldier in the world, violent, ferocious, slaughtering the six realms of heaven and earth. Rong Tan, Zhongyi, the martial arts of the Eastern Barbarian Three Realms Continent, the Barbarian Demon Sea, the Peerless God Realm and other worlds all covet it.

Wulun Jin moisturized the body of the white cloth, brought him vitality, made his body function recover slowly, and the combination of Wulun Jin and the ancient secret recipe of the Yao people brought him back to life when he was about to die. The knife felt the demon seed in white, it wanted to take the soul and devour the essence and blood of the white cloth, and the ancient power of the Jiu Chi inheritance shocked it, she was the spirit of the 100,000 mountains, and her body flowed with the blood of the god of war.

The Great Elder walked into the wooden house built by Nanmu, his amber-like cloudy eyes exuded a strange brilliance, he felt that the young man in front of him was very peculiar, he had a Taoist heart but sowed demon seeds, he was the first master of the Yao clan's hidden world, he was one hundred and fifty years old, he was a strong man at the peak of his innateness, and he was the grandfather of Jiu Chi.

"Jiujiu, you go play!"

She said amiably, Jiu Chi opened her clean eyes, those eyes reflected the hundred thousand mountains, she didn't go out to play, the great elder sensed the gradual recovery of the white clothes, took out the pill in the medicine bottle, and crushed it into a powder soaked medicine jar.

The medicine jar rumbled like boiling water, the poisonous insects in the medicine jar all turned into blood water, and the potion was quickly absorbed by Bai Yi's body, he felt that his body was full of wild power, releasing terrifying coercion, and the wooden wheel was jumping with joy, washing his body and soul.

He closed his eyes and meditated cross-legged in the medicine jar, vaguely touching the innate realm, he thought that he should be able to break through soon, he slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a Yao room, the decoration was very simple, except for the statue of Chiyou, there were only a few bows and arrows, a few machetes, and some furs and farm tools of fierce beasts.

She was dressed beautifully, she was a waist-length old man with a white beard, he was holding a wooden staff, and he was kind and kind and majestic.

He looked around with a confused expression, Jiu Qi brought her Abba's Yao costume when he was young and put it on him naked, the great elder asked him many questions, he couldn't answer, he sat on the wooden ladder of Nanmu Building, staring blankly at the rolling mountains and the blue sky.

Jiu Chi sat next to him, she smiled very well, handed him the wild fruit in her hand to eat, she accompanied him to look at the side of the mountain, his eyes were as light as clear water, sometimes he didn't say a word for three days, Jiu Chi didn't annoy him, she annoyed her grandfather to name him, the great elder looked at the ancient sacrificial book, remembered that he came from the gourd, so he called him gourd.

The time of the season gradually passed, one day in March, the tidbits flew all over the sky, he sat on the Nanmu stairs, looking at the undulating terrain, the mountains and mountains, row upon row of Yao villages.

"Huh. The wind blew the pleated skirt of the Nine Dragons, and her voice was clean and clear.

Tomorrow is the Flower Throwing Festival, the grand festival of the Yao people, Jiu Chi secretly sewed the peach blossom bag with red, yellow, blue and white silk cloth, every time the Yao girl has to sew the flower bag, the most fragrant flowers in the mountain are packed into the purse, the men and women who like each other throw each other, reciprocating and circulating, and the field is full of colorful flowers flying.

"Tomorrow is the Flower Throwing Festival, gourd, I sewed a purse for you. ”

She opened her dark eyes, looked at him expectantly and said: "My grandmother is a Miao princess, she doesn't love my grandfather at all, and grandpa doesn't like her either, I will throw the peach blossom bag to you tomorrow, and then throw it to me after you catch it, and we will not be separated from each other in the future." ”

She is the king of Yao, and she is destined to be married at birth, and her unmasked fiancé is the young master of the Miao tribe. His head stinged, he wanted to grasp the fragment in his mind but couldn't, Jiu Chi's soft body leaned against him, gently humming the ancient songs of the Yao people.

The next day, the young men and women of the Yao ethnic group all dressed in costumes gathered in the Yaozhai Flower Throwing Field, the burly man beat the cowhide drum, the barbecue meat and spirits exuded an alluring aroma, and the white clothes were sung, and they sang the ancient ballad of Milota, telling the ancient story of Milota making the sky, the earth, and all things.

With the end of the ballad, the cowhide drum was beaten, the eyebrows between men and women flirted, and the peach blossom bag was thrown, and the great elder was followed by a dragon and a phoenix, a heroic Miao Zhai son, he smiled very cheerfully, like chasing an oasis in the desert, his name was Jiang Qingyan.

Jiu Qi took out the peach blossom bag from his arms and threw it at Bai Yi, Bai Yi was drenched in cold sweat, his chest ached violently, all the memories rushed towards him like a tide, He Yurou's voice appeared in his mind, he was so painful that he gradually lost his breath, Jiu Qi was so frightened that his face was discolored, and he didn't care about the peach blossom bag and ran towards the gourd.

Bai Yi looked at the flying peach blossom bag, remembered Jiu Chi's smile, strengthened his internal strength, and struggled to grab the peach blossom bag, and a stumbling figure swept towards the peach blossom bag, he was Jiang Qingyan.