In this seemingly fresh camellia that has been picked as new, there is a dangerous liliang, and the thunderous liliang is condensed in a unique way.

Wushuang just said that although Qingyang's mediation and creation were exquisite, they didn't necessarily have much power.

But then Qingyang gave him the flower, and said that he would not refuse to accept it, which is not to say that he is not embarrassed, but a subtle challenge, which means that since you say that I can't do it, then you will accept my method.

If Wushuang didn't dare, then he would be greatly embarrassed, and what face would he have in front of Qingyang in the future.

As his name suggests, both his appearance and his cultivation give people a feeling of being unequaled, and his character is as sharp as a sword, so when Qingyang was appointed as the leader of this time by the Patriarch of the Mid-Levels, he had something to say. But after saying it, I was shocked to realize that this Qingyang who came out of the sword river shijie was underestimated by himself.

He feels the danger, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't dare to take it, no matter how dangerous it is, he has to take it, he has to take it, and he has to take it beautifully, and he wants everyone to know my unequaled ability, Wushuang thought in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, and the moment his hand was stretched out, there was a hazy layer of brilliance on his hand, and his eyes were even more bright, as if he was trying to see through this camellia condensed by thunder and lightning. But he couldn't, his hand had already caught it, and at the moment he caught it, a hazy smoke welled up on his hand, and the smoke wrapped around the camellia made of thunder.

"Hehe......" Wushuang smiled, the yellow smoke was transformed by his spell, and he had successfully blocked the thunder that made up this flower, so he smiled, at least he thought so.

The hovering bees fell down and made a buzzing sound, although the buzzing sound was very slight, but in Wushuang's ears, there was a sense of dispersing all the Dharma, entering people's hearts and being unstoppable, which was contained in the Chaos Bell Method.

"It is said that this Qingyang's comprehension of the Chaos Bell should be extremely high, and it is indeed so. Wushuang thought to himself

The moment the bee fell and landed on the camellia in Wushuang's hands, a dazzling thunder light gushed out from Wushuang's hand, but this thunder light did not disperse, like pale glue and lacquer, instantly covering Wushuang in it.

Wushuang only felt a flower in front of him, his heart was not good, when he thought of it, the talisman spell had already moved with his thoughts, and an illusory bell shadow appeared out of thin air on his body, and the bell shadow buzzed with a shock, but the thunder light penetrated along the ripples of the bell, and he only saw a cold waterfall rushing down towards him in his consciousness, and in an instant his body was frozen inside and outside.

Everyone in the hall saw that Wushuang was standing there stiffly, as if his body had been splashed with glue paint, and they all showed surprise.

The casting of any kind of spell has its different characteristics, and the difference between thunder and other spells is that thunder has strong penetration and instability.

The thunder and lightning in the hand of the envoy do not scatter and explode, which is a sign of the mastery of the monk who specializes in the cultivation of thunder and thunder spells.

The thunder of Qingyang's envoy far exceeded the mastery, but entered into qualitative change, and the mediation and creation was to create something out of nothing, transforming all tangible and intangible. That camellia was obviously no longer pure thunder, but something that had been transformed by Qingyang, but it maintained the penetration of thunder, and everyone believed that if he wanted to maintain the explosive characteristics of thunder, Wushuang might have died this time.

There is a kind of thunder in this world called Yin Thunder, which is silent, can enter the ground for hundreds of meters, and explode silently.

Obviously, this is a spell that has removed the destruction from the thunder and turned it into a ban. Qing Yang is extremely rich in the things contained in this spell, and every point that needs to be displayed alone requires an extremely high realm, but he is perfectly integrated.

Everyone in the hall suddenly no one spoke, Qingyang only stopped slightly, then stretched out his hand, and the glue-like thunder light on Wushuang's body turned into thousands of strands like life, appeared in Qingyang's palm, turned into a thunderball, and was pinched by him, and then silently dispersed into nothingness, bursting and dispersing like air.

They don't know that Qingyang originally had a very high realm in the sword river shijie, whether it was the previous life or the future life in the sword river shijie, they had already touched the peak, and now they returned to the middle yuan shijie, reflecting the void, and chewing everything in the past and present lives in the sword river shijie from a new aftertaste, and cultivating to be a thousand miles a day, and every day is different.

It was at this time that the Patriarch of the Mid-Levels confirmed that Qingyang was the leader of the team this time, and no one in the lower hall objected anymore.

In the final analysis, in fact, this team leader is not like those generals in the mortal world, who need to understand a lot of battlefield things, what this team leader wants is strength, and then everyone opposes it just because Qingyang is too young, this is for them, but at this time, it is only because Qingyang's strength has an incomprehensible feeling, plus, all along, the people who mediate the creation of the line have inherited the position of the palace master, and the ancestor of the Mid-Levels has already arranged it, and someone has lost face because of the obstruction, so no one has said anything.

There are no more than fifty people to go this time, but only nine people, except for Qingyang and the deputy leader Yuanshan, the other seven people are half selected by the Patriarch of the Mid-Levels, and half of them tell the Patriarch of the Half-Mountains that they are going.

But I didn't go right away, I left a month later.

Qingyang returned to the Tianyan Palace, he did not practice, but pondered, his heart was like a tide, compared to when he couldn't recall the things in Zhongyuan Shijie in the sword river, he felt that he was more like a mortal now, mortals would have to do things every day, and the purpose of doing things was to be able to have a haode harvest and be able to support his wife and children more haode.

And he was a monk of the White Bone Dao Palace, and he didn't find that he was nobler than those mortals, nor did he find that he was any different from them, and suddenly he felt some emotion in his heart.

"Sometimes happiness and nobility do not come from the profession in which one is engaged, but by the soul, even though the profession is to a great extent capable of cultivating one's temperament and outward temperament. Qingyang stood in front of the Tianyan Hall and said suddenly.

There are no regrets next to her, she is not too old, of course she will not have Qingyang's feeling of returning to basics.

"If you say so, then what are we still practicing, don't you see that those mortals dream of becoming great monks like you?" said without regret and politely.

"In terms of liliang, I am much stronger than I, but in terms of the form of existence and life of life, are we people very happy and noble?" Qingyang said.

"Are those mortals happy?" asked the unrepentant rhetoric.

"There are happy and unhappy mortals, and we monks naturally have happy and unhappy ones, so whether or not to live is not related to his social status, but to his own heart. Qingyang said.

"If a person is in a low position, doing some heavy things every day, or hard or boring, how can he be happy, we practitioners are at least more selective, have supernatural powers, to a large extent, we choose our own way of life, and the way of life affects the mood, there is a saying among mortals: Standing and talking does not hurt your back, that's what you are. Wu regret still said unceremoniously, she had lived a very difficult life among mortals before she did not worship Fa Yuan as a teacher.

"The reason why they feel boring or hard is because they feel that it is a burden, because they feel that doing these things will not promote their future, so they will feel hard or boring, as for the heaviness, if the body can't bear it, you can change to another kind of physical body to do it, and there are actually choices, but it depends on whether the individual has made up his mind. No matter what you do, you can actually get ahead. Let's just say that when we practice, we retreat day and night, fight with others, and we can't even be sure whether we will die in the next moment, and if we walk in this dark nothingness, we may die at any time, and you say that this practice is not a burden, and we must be awake at all times, otherwise, it is very likely that someone will plot against us, and we don't even know who died at the hands of whom. ”

The front of Tianyan Hall was empty, and there was no one, only Qingyang and Wu Regret stood here.

"What is the difference between us practicing the Dharma every day from a minor monk and completing the tasks of the master, and those people who are mortals who work every day to accumulate their own experience and wealth, if they can get something every day, it is also a kind of practice, if they are also great monks in the future, what is the difficulty of laughing and arrogant. Qingyang said again: "Everyone has a purpose in life, and they will not feel tired when they struggle for that purpose, which is the source of happiness." ”

"You are already a great cultivator, and there are not many people in the entire Dao Palace who can compare to you, so what is the purpose of your cultivation now?" asked Wu Regret.

"The purpose of my cultivation is also very simple, to be able to explore this endless nothingness, and to be able to shelter my disciples, brothers, and disciples, it is very simple, just like those mortals who want to give future generations a future life. As for everything that goes through this process, it's a landscape. Qingyang said.

Qingyang turned around and stepped into the hall, but he was thinking about his master Fa Yuan without regrets, thinking about his master Fa Yuan, he really didn't seem to be happy at all, he seemed to be thinking about many things every day, Qing Yang seemed to be thinking about many things, but he was not so unhappy.

The sky darkened, but he did not enter the temple without regrets, but sat on a railing next to the front of the Tianyan Palace, looking at the deep and vast darkness of the sky.