Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 181

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clang!

Su Qinian raised his hand and shook his fist, Yuanshi Furnace appeared on the front of the fist, and he shook the black gold eyebrow stick.

This blow sounded like metal and iron. Su Qinian sat on the shaft of the chariot, his body still, and even Hunyuan Qi and blood flowed out of his body, protecting the entire chariot, while the disciple of the evil Buddha in black robe who struck out turned upside down a few times in the air , falling ten feet away.

"The mind is calm, the thought is like a landslide, the thought is not moving, the emptiness becomes empty, the state of the tortoise's breath."

Ru Mo's monk's robe fluttered lightly, the young monk took a deep look at Su Qinian, and then withdrew.

He is straightforward, this disciple of the evil Buddha is not procrastinating at all, Su Qinian seems to be calm, but in fact he is quite shaken in his heart, this disciple of the evil Buddha who inherited "The Body of the Third Ming King" has deepened his cultivation, and in just two short days Hell, he once again penetrated the two twelve classics. The other party penetrated through the secret orifice, and built the foundation in a state of impeccable physical body. The inner family's true qi is powerful, and in today's Su Qi's sense, it is no less than an ordinary hungry tiger. Jumping the stream, a master of third-rate success.

It is also because I have condensed the luck of the dragon and the snake, comprehended the turtle's breath in the third realm of the five realms of meditation, and although I still haven't reached the tenth level of "Turtle and Snake Skill", the strength and endurance of my shots have improved a lot compared to before. Big cut.

But if the other party continues to be promoted like this, until this evil Buddha disciple once again comprehends the fifth and sixth of the twelve canons, or even stronger, if he can't go any further, he will probably die in the hands of the other party.

Sitting on the shaft of the chariot, devoting all his energy to driving the carriage, Su Qinian's mind sank into the ancestral orifice courtyard, which was different from the past. Now, in his ancestral orifice divine courtyard, there is a land of chaos. A distorted vortex, or a hazy light, this is his spiritual power.

At the moment when he comprehended the luck dragon and snake last night and observed the formation of its embryo, this spiritual vortex, or more similar to the embryo-like spiritual light, took shape.

There are gods three feet above the head. If you want to advance to the tenth level of "Turtle and Snake Art", you have to set up a god's seat in the ancestral orifice courtyard to gather the gods, just like ordinary people build temples, set up tablets, and mold golden statues of gods.

But how can a human body of flesh and blood set up a god's throne in the court of God, gather gods, and which great god is it that I want to set up?

Even now that the luck dragon and snake have been formed, they are quick-witted all the time, and it is easier than ever before to give birth to insights and epiphanies, but here, Su Qinian dare not be careless, how to advance to the tenth floor is a matter of course. It is not recorded in the historical records of Wudang, and there is not even a single word left in the entire history of Wulin. When you reach the tenth floor, you will be able to leave your name in the annals of history, and there will be a special biography written by a historian, which shows its extraordinary significance.

Whether to set up the gods of the heavens, or to use oneself as a god, to shape the true self, or other things, all need to be carefully considered and considered.

Jinling Prefecture, by the Qinhuai River.

Even in the daytime, the flower boats on the Qinhuai River are full of music, silk bamboo, zither, Yaoqin and Xiaose, singing and dancing all over the city.

But today, many literati who did not return home at night stepped out of the flower boat, and all of them stared wide-eyed, watching the purple clothes slowly walking on the shore.

Such as black and green silk rippling slightly, this is a beautiful girl, about eight or nine years old, with a graceful figure and slender legs, just walking slowly, it seems to exhaust the spiritual energy of the world, her breasts are plump, and her nose is like Jade, with creamy skin and long eyelashes, the only regrettable thing is that the girl held a flag, leaned lightly on the ground, and groped forward.

"Heaven is jealous of beauty, she is actually blind."

"It's a pity, but it's good to count your fate."

On the shore, a few feet behind the purple-clothed girl, several young men who looked like scholars waved folding fans, hung jade pendants on their waists, stepped on satin boots, and followed behind with lewd eyes, looking at the girl's swaying waist from time to time.

"This gentleman, this is the place, be careful on board."

In front of an inconspicuous flower boat that was docked, a girl who looked like a maid greeted her. The girl in purple boarded the boat. Several young people followed immediately, but were stopped by two guards.

"Why, are there still people on the flower boat who don't pick up passengers? We have money!"

An ingot of five taels of snow silver was taken out, and a maid not far away stepped forward and said with a smile: "Young masters, don't worry about it, everyone who comes is a guest, let them go."

The guard stepped aside, the young men looked at each other and smiled, and stepped onto the flower boat. Seeing the backs of the people entering the cabin, a sneer appeared on the corners of the mouths of the guards blocking the way at the bow.

In the flower boat.

A maid led the way, and the girl in purple walked into the cabin. A middle-aged man was sitting at a red sandalwood table making tea.

Under the sun, the middle-aged man is plump and handsome, with a face like a crown jade, and long temple hair, as gentle as black jade.

The maid leading the way didn't dare to look at the middle-aged man at all, but she was still short of breath and her face was flushed, but the girl in purple smiled and said, "You go back first."

"Yes, sir."

The maid who led the way hurriedly lowered her head and exited the cabin as if she had received an amnesty.

The girl in purple put down the banner in her hand, and sat down gently in front of the red sandalwood table. She had long eyelashes and her eyes were closed, but she didn't make a mistake in taking a step. Lou, congratulations, but these maidservants are poor people, and the sect also needs some who can work hard, it is not good to be cold."

A smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth when he heard the words, which seemed to be gentler than the sun, and he said softly: "Zirou, you are ruthless but you are sentimental. I look at the world with your eyes closed. I am looking forward to it. You open it again. "The Canon of Desire" How many days will it reach?"

"Zi Rou is also looking forward to that day."

The girl in purple has a soft voice, her appearance is charming and beautiful, and the two temperaments are blended, but there is no incompatibility, and they are one. It was back to normal in an instant.

"However, Protector Qin, do you really want to make a move?" The purple-clothed girl spoke again, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her cherry lips parted slightly, and the pink light glistened, "The cultivation of the Gu has not yet been completed, so killing the Gu now may not be beneficial at all."

The middle-aged man shook his head, and the protector of Qin also showed some seriousness at this time, and said: "I thought that the line of Qingyang Peak had been cut off, but I didn't expect the Jiyuan old Niubi to have a second hand. The birth of a descendant is no small matter. In the battle that year, the suzerain had two scars, one sword and one sword, one sword burned his body, and the other killed his life, and even the true spirit in the long river of time and space was wiped out. Future troubles, we cannot repeat the same mistakes, this is the meaning of the suzerain."

""Xiu Ming Knife", just a first-class and superior sword technique, actually dabbled in a trace of destiny in the dark, and I am not afraid of the doom of the heavens, so I might be able to bear it." The purple-clothed girl murmured.

The middle-aged Qin Hufa made tea, divided the tea, and got up after drinking a cup, with a smile on his mouth, but a cold light in his eyes.

"Is it doomed by heaven? This seat is doomed."

……

Yangzhou City.

After the March of fireworks, after the Qingming Festival, the weeping willows on the banks of the Slender West Lake also sprouted new branches. The tender green willow leaves move with the wind, and the breeze blows on the face, giving off the air of spring.

Xiaoer took the reins of the carriage and settled down in the inn that night.

In the guest room, the little girl didn't want to lie down in front of the table, twisting her body from time to time, feeling very uncomfortable. The dense moiré iron inner armor inside the clothes was too heavy for an eight-year-old girl.

But soon, her eyes fell on the bed. Su Qinian was sitting cross-legged, opposite her grandfather's plump body was also sitting cross-legged, but she couldn't breathe, her head drooped, and she didn't move at all.

Even though she was still young, the little girl firmly believed that her grandfather was still alive. How could anyone not rot after ten days and a half months of death? Even her muscles became fuller and her hair grew several inches longer.

Of course the little girl doesn't know, it's Su Qinian who mobilizes the primordial qi of heaven and earth every day to cleanse the old man, nourish his body, and maintain his vitality, otherwise even if the old man returns to his soul, he may not last for a while, and he will die.

on the bed.

Concentrated and concentrated, stepping into the realm of the turtle's breath, Su Qinian induced the spiritual force and began to pour into the old man's ancestral orifice.

But this time, Su Qinian saw something different.

On the edge of the old man's originally dark and lonely court, he could vaguely see a sky, with black clouds rolling and waves hitting the sky, as if he was on the boundless and vast sea.

That is……

Su Qinian was startled, and saw on the stormy sea, an old man with bare arms, holding a hammer, covered in bruises, standing on the waves, looking up to the sky.

Black clouds rolled, and there was silver electricity coiling like a dragon, blazing and fierce, tearing apart the vacuum.

Leaving Soul Melting Heaven!

When Su Qinian thought about it, he had a clear realization that it was the place where the sky merged, between the heaven and the earth.

But it's hard to imagine how the place where the old man's soul crosses the catastrophe can be connected with his own ancestral orifice and manifested.

A great deal of mental power has been lost, and today, Su Qinian can catch it, and the place where the loss disappears is really the edge of the divine court, the place that melts into the sky.

The next moment, with a thought in Su Qinian's mind, his consciousness followed his spiritual power, and he seemed to have crossed infinite distance in an instant, entering a vast and oppressive world.

The spiritual power condensed into the divine form, and Su Qinian's figure manifested. Standing on the stormy waves, he suddenly had the illusion of being precarious.

It's too depressing, even if it's just mental awareness, I feel stagnant breathing, especially on the top of the head. I looked at it from a distance before and didn't hear a sound, but now it's thunderous and deafening. Even the vigorous spirit trained in the fourth stage of "Ecstasy Dafa" The strength was almost dissipated by the shock.

At this point, Su Qinian finally understood the hardships of the old man, but soon he came to his senses, secretly startled, how the old man survived for so many days, and still did not lose his soul and perish under the calamity.

Ok?

At this time, the bruised and bruised old man turned around holding a black hammer.

It was too glaring, for an instant, Su Qinian only felt his whole body tremble, almost pierced and pierced by this gaze. (Ask for a monthly ticket, everyone come to the starting point to support the genuine subscription, Khan, I wrote for 4 hours at night, and the clues have to be spread out.) (Recommend a book "Zhenwu World": Introduction: This is a magnificent and unknown Zhenwu world. World, this is the legend of an ordinary boy becoming a peerless powerhouse. Needless to say, the cow in the cocoon.)

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