It is a very low bamboo, only half a person tall, and its leaves are dry yellow, which is a bit different from other bamboos in the bamboo forest. But the palpitating aura was not weak at all, and even a little stronger.

"The Twelve Styles of the Sky". Han was created in his later years, and his self-confidence was no less than any peerless school. Sadly, it is a pity that the Tao fell before it became a body. Although it is a fragment, its power should not be underestimated, it can be described as destroying the world and turning the world upside down, and it is the supreme technique of slaughtering immortals and killing demons. However, this exercise is too murderous, and the cultivation process is too dangerous, and it can be a lifetime of nine deaths. I hope that future generations will be able to practice cautiously. Remember!Remember!".

"It's so powerful to say just one fragment, it must be a madman," Qiu Zhishui sighed, and continued to look down, he didn't want to risk practicing this set of exercises, but it didn't hurt to observe it.

"Kill from the heart, and the bones will be the world. There are three thousand in the avenue, and only one is killed. Don't seek to stay immortal for a long time, don't ...... for eternal life".

The whole set of recipes is only about a thousand words, but after Qiu Zhishui finished reading it, he was shocked and couldn't let go for a long time.

As the founder said, this Heavenly Twelve Style is really a pure way of killing, and there is no longer a cultivator's pursuit of immortality, everything is based on killing. To put it mildly, this set of spells has entered the demon, and it is the kind of extreme demonic path.

"There are such extreme exercises in the world. This predecessor surnamed Han is a fanatic who laughs proudly. It's admirable. Qiu Zhishui praised in his heart.

After reading this set of the Twelve Styles of the Sky, Qiu Zhishui was no longer in the mood to look at other cultivation methods. The body and mind are still surging in the pride of 'crisscrossing the world, just for one kill'.

Shouldn't the strong be like that?

Qiu Zhishui's heart was difficult to calm down for a while, and he kept speculating in his heart about this supreme killing dao.

He saw the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, the heavens and the earth were discolored, the gods were trembling, and the demons were terrified......! Suddenly, he woke up suddenly, and a cold sweat broke out all over his body. This technique is strange and abnormal, just speculating has such a terrifying illusion, presumably this exercise is too deep into the demon, and it is absolutely undesirable.

"It's better not to stay in the world and cause trouble for this kind of cultivation method that has already entered the demonic path. Thinking of this, Qiu Zhishui secretly sighed a pity, and then concentrated his spiritual power to transport the bronze ancient sword, the long sword was simple and unpretentious, and slashed towards the bamboo slip with the sound of breaking the wind.

"Bell", a bang!

The bamboo slip was not broken, but Qiu Zhishui was shocked to the point that his wrist was sore, and the bronze sword almost came out of his hand.

"It's so hard".

He knew that he had just made a move, and even the stainless steel and dark iron might be able to cut it. But at this time, this powerful sword slashed on the bamboo slips, but there was not even a mark left, so you can imagine how hard this bamboo slip was.

This piece of bamboo is really extraordinary.

He understands that even if he wants to destroy this bamboo slip, he is afraid that he will be powerless.

"Stay for now, we'll talk about it later. He took the bamboo slip into his arms, and the ink unicorn searched for a moment in the Zhuxian Palace, but found nothing else. Seeing that it was getting late, he decided to spend the night here and wait for tomorrow to find his way.

At nightfall, the wind picked up on the prairie. Whirring, blowing dark, very terrifying.

There was darkness all around, and the same was true in the Zhuxian Palace.

Qiu Zhishui sat cross-legged in the dark, refining Zhu Guo to wish himself healing. Although Zhu Guo was full of spiritual power and his cultivation was recovering step by step, he had a strange feeling in his heart from time to time.

It was a teenager's confusion about the future.

The elixir has been shattered, and the path of cultivation is almost half destroyed. If you ask the world, there doesn't seem to be a set of tricks that can solve his current predicament. What should I do in the future? This can't help but bother Qiu Zhishui.

"Wait," Qiu Zhishui was suddenly startled.

Because that set of 'Twelve Heavenly Styles' did not mention the stage of refining the spirit into a pill, wouldn't it be the most suitable for oneself? But that set of exercises was too murderous and dangerous. Not to mention anything else, it's just that the second form needs to be cultivated in the Extreme Yin Land, and this alone is very dangerous. Not to mention that the human body's absorption of extreme yin qi is already dangerous, once it is known by a more radical righteous path cultivator, it will definitely be killed.

The Qingxi Dao people of Mujian Gate are freaks, and they don't pay much attention to the difference between good and evil. But after all, it is also a righteous sect, and I am afraid that it will not be possible to maintain the autumn stop water when the time comes.

"Then again, what is right and what is demonic. Back then, the four major factions were full of people who were destroying people for elixir, and this was the right way? Good and evil only existed in people's hearts, so how could it have anything to do with the exercises? Yes, that's it. The sword is in my hand, and I will kill only those who deserve to be killed. And where is the distinction between good and evil? Qiu Zhishui pondered.

"It is in the hearts of men, and evil is also in the hearts of men. Immortals are in people's hearts, and demons are also in people's hearts. ”

Suddenly, Qiu Zhishui remembered what the third of the eight monks of the Demon Dao had said to him back then, and it really made some sense at this time.

My killing Tao should punish all the demons in the world!

Breaking the knot in his heart, Qiu Zhishui made up his mind to cultivate the supreme killing dao - the Twelve Styles of the Heavens!

Sit cross-legged and meditate, with your heart facing the sky. Silently running the Twelve Heavenly Styles Introductory Technique, a breath of destruction came from the Sea of Qiu Zhishui Divine Consciousness, which was the Origin Spiritual Qi in his body.

The first step of the Twelve Heavenly Styles is to dissipate the original aura in the body, otherwise the two forces clash in the body, and it will immediately cause people to go mad. This process of dispersing the exercises is extremely painful, but it is not life-threatening, and the cultivator can stop at any time as long as he wants to give up. This is also an opportunity given to beginners by the person who created this exercise. A chance to give up.

Because if you can't even bear the initial pain, then the road ahead will not be completed at all. For those who are not firm in their minds, giving up is indeed the best choice, otherwise all they will face is death. From this point of view, the predecessor who founded the supreme killing path of the 'Twelve Styles of Heaven' was a kind person.

Yes!

Qiu Zhishui was extremely painful, and thousands of blood strands on the surface of the body oozed from the pores, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices. Dissipating the power of the source and hurting its roots, how can this extreme pain be endured by ordinary people. Even if he has a tough heart, he screams out loud at this time.

At this moment, at the location of the sword in the sky above his Divine Consciousness Sea, a trace of aura never dissipated, surrounding the cocoon body and preventing it from any harm. A sigh came, sad and desolate, apparently the voice of the sword.

Qiu Zhishui was facing extreme pain at this time, but he didn't hear that sigh. He is now at the critical moment of dispersing his work, and he can't distinguish any thoughts.

The physical pain almost made him faint. In fact, what he dissipated was not only the origin spiritual power, but also a kind of forging of the body. As the dispersal progressed, his body was already covered with blood.

After a full time of incense, the original spiritual power in the body was finally dissipated, and Qiu Zhishui endured the heart-rending pain, and continued to run the mantra of the first type of the Twelve Heavenly Styles in the depths of his soul. This is an incomparably mysterious exercise, and after only a moment of operation, the pain immediately decreases slightly.

Soon, the magic of this set of mantras was manifested, and around his body in the autumn stop, a trace of heaven and earth aura continued to crowd into his body, repairing his injured body. And the vermilion fruits he was carrying were also withering at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and all the spiritual power was absorbed by Qiu Zhishui.

In this way, after ten days, a trace of origin power has been condensed in the body of Qiu Zhishui, although it is not as weak as before, but it is extremely pure and should not be underestimated. He opened his eyes, and a murderous aura that seemed to be substance soared into the sky, which was terrifying.

At the same time, a thunderclap exploded, as if some terrible existence had awakened in the dark.

The words are divided into two ends.

At this moment, in the Zhuguo Forest where the autumn water passed, Qin was unintentionally startled by this sudden thunder, beside him were seven or eight disciples of the Ethereal Peak, and Du Xuan'er and Zhou Mei of the Wooden Sword Sect were also among them, but the only one who was missing was Lin Xiao.