Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 183 Breaking the Tribulation, Spiritual Embryo

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The blue sea was boundless, and the sky was vast. Su Qinian stood high above the sky, and his eyes became more dignified than ever.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, as time goes by, on the boundless sea, the waves recede, the storm subsides, and the black clouds shroud it, it is a kind of tranquility before death.

Boom!

After half a stick of incense, there was a muffled sound above the nine heavens, the void trembled, and a kind of energy that shook the soul began to rise.

It seemed to be the sound of beating drums, and Su Qinian's eyes were filled with strange colors. Could it be that above the nine heavens, there is really a heavenly realm, and it is the heavenly soldiers beating the war drums.

Boom!

After one beating drum sound, the second drum sound sounded again, creating ripples in the void, but it collapsed before Su Qinian's body, as if being torn open by an invisible sharp edge.

Su Qinian turned his backhand, and on his back, a green iron long knife appeared from the virtual to the solid.

Stretching out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, Su Qinian raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.

At this moment, his gaze seemed to penetrate nothingness, penetrate all emptiness, and a majestic aura burst out of his body, stirring the wind in the sky and calming the ripples in the void.

This is……

Su Qinian's eyes flickered with infinite light, like the scorching sun in the sky, so bright that he couldn't look directly at it. What did he see? In the thick black cloud, there was a stream bubbling impressively. This stream was about a foot wide and crystal clear. But if you look carefully, it seems to be colorful and magnificent, and many figures can be seen vaguely.

This stream is not real, it is a bit hazy, it seems to be between reality and illusion, and it has a soul-stirring charm.

Just looking at it, Su Qinian felt his heart tremble, but as he clenched the handle of the knife, his heart remained motionless like an eternal light.

"this is impossible!"

Between the eyebrows, the palm of the old man's hand holding the hammer trembled slightly. He muttered to himself, he couldn't believe it, but in Su Qinian's sacred place, as long as Su Qinian saw it, he could clearly understand it.

And the first time he saw this stream hidden in the calamity of heaven, the old man understood the inextricable connection between him and this stream.

It was almost a blessing to the soul, high above the sky, before the third drum beat sounded, Su Qinian made a move.

Clang!

A bright knife light, blue and hazy, seemed to be between reality and illusion, and shot out in an instant, piercing the entire sky.

The dense black cloud was divided into two, and was cut apart by the sharp edge of the knife. Then, under the shocked gaze of the old man, the knife light fell fiercely and chopped on the stream deep in the black cloud.

Boom!

There are sparks splashing everywhere, and the sound of metal and iron clanging.

The only difference is that each of these sparks is as big as a mountain, and there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers inside, villages and towns, towns and villages, shadows of people, and smoke from cooking.

The most important thing is that in every spark, one can clearly see a man, a shirtless, muscular young man with a black hammer on his back, walking on famous mountains and rivers, and in the streets of the market.

In Su Qinian's courtyard, the old man trembled all over, watching the sparks shatter and shatter, his scarred body gradually released a breath of fresh air, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

outside world.

Before Su Qinian came out with the saber again, the one-foot-wide stream that had been severed suddenly disappeared into nothingness like a dream bubble.

The stream disappeared, the thick black cloud that was split also disappeared, and the sky light reappeared. A round of golden sun hangs high in the sky, and the soft light falls down. Under this light, Su Qinian can only feel that the whole person has become It is completely different, you can see the full muscles, and even the pores on the body are clearly visible.

A ball of light shot out from between the brows, and turned into the figure of the old man again.

With the old man's departure, the completely different world returned to its original state, and the majestic and vast spiritual power receded like a tidal wave. He felt a little lost, but Su Qinian quickly recovered his calm. At the same time, he also discovered that although The old man has left, but the world in front of him has indeed undergone some changes, it is clearer than before, all kinds of subtleties, as long as he concentrates, it seems to slow down a thousand times, without missing any details.

The most important thing is that even though his mental strength has been condensed and transformed to such a state, it has not decreased in the slightest, and even slightly improved. This is no small matter, and it can be regarded as a great gain.

As for the previous three shots, some understanding became more and more vague, and soon became empty, leaving only a vague shadow in his mind.

Even so, Su Qinian believes that as his cultivation level continues to deepen, these shadows will eventually become a seed that takes root, sprouts, blooms, and bears fruit.

Above the clear sky and blue sea.

At this time, Su Qinian stood opposite the old man, neither spoke, and the atmosphere became a little delicate.

After half a cup of tea, the old man with no scar on his body let go of his hand, and the jet-black hammer disappeared from reality. He looked at Su Qinian and said in a deep voice, "Are you a descendant of Wudang Qingyang Peak?"

Although the old man was asking, but his tone was very firm. In this place where the soul is gone, Su Qinian has a good insight into the extraordinaryness of the old man, and the old man probably also saw through some of his secrets, so he did not hide it at the moment, nodded and said: "Senior's eyes are like torches."

"The old man's gaze is like a torch, how can it compare to your Qingyang Peak lineage?" The old man shook his head, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance, "I didn't expect that five hundred years later, this "Sword of Death" was born again."

Su Qinian's heart moved when he heard the words, and he wanted to speak, but the old man waved his hands and said, "Don't ask, don't think, it's not good to know too much, but the road to dying is difficult, and if you want to prove the way, you must be difficult and dangerous." , There are many catastrophes, you have to be prepared."

The old man's words seem to have something to say, but it is nothing more than the practice of "Xiu Ming Dao", Su Qinian has been traveling all the way since he came down from Wudang Mountain, and he has already experienced it.

Follow the sky to rest your life, suppress evil and promote good.

These eight characters exhaust good and evil, good and evil, seemingly plain, but the world is full of mortals, even the sages of ancient times, there are few people who truly unite knowledge and action.

"Let's go."

When the old man opened his mouth again, the place where the soul and the soul melted into the sky in front of him was shattered, and Su Qinian only felt a lightness on his body, and he returned to the dark and deep world of God's Court.

Clasping fists to the old man and saluting, Su Qinian thought, his divine form changed from reality to emptiness, and his spiritual power was like silver amalgam, crystal clear, returning to his body.

hum!

In an instant, the soul and the flesh merged into one, and the spiritual vortex condensed into a group of faint silver light, like a embryo, faintly about to give birth to something.

Su Qinian didn't open his eyes immediately, but sat cross-legged quietly, sorting out the harvest carefully. In the dark, he saw the rudimentary shape of the luck dragon snake, and the golden dragon snake neighed. It was the old man's enlightening words at the beginning, and it echoed in his mind at this moment.

Life and death are only in one thought, do not seek heaven or immortals!

And there are gods up three feet above the head, so if you don't ask for immortal gods, just worship yourself?

Su Qinian was a little hesitant, don't think about it, setting up a tablet of immortals and gods is definitely more orthodox than establishing himself as a god, the path of the gods has been set, such as Taoism has Sanqing to seek immortality, and Laozi went west to Hangu Pass, Seeking peace for all living beings, there is also Emperor Zhenwu subduing demons and demons, such as Buddhists, there is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who vowed not to become a Buddha, and there are two Confucian saints, Confucius and Mencius, who wish all living beings to be like saints.

And establish yourself as a god, practice martial arts by yourself for several years, how can He De occupy the place of the gods, accept the incense of all beings, the gods have their own way, what is their own way?

……

The little girl did not want to lie on the table, a little drowsy, she was too tired, and the dense moiré iron inner armor was too heavy, but Brother Qi Nian did not allow her to take it off, and had to wear it day and night.

"Don't read."

"Grandpa, don't shout, let Bu Nian sleep for a while, just a little..."

Suddenly, the little girl jumped up a few feet high, opened her big eyes wide, and saw a familiar figure standing a few feet away, stretching the wrinkles on her face and smiling at her.

"grandfather!"

The next moment, the little girl's eyes turned red, and she flew out. Unfortunately, she underestimated her physical strength and the weight on her body. She was only a foot in the air and was about to fall. But soon, the figure in front of her flashed , she fell into the familiar embrace that she missed day and night.

"Grandpa, I miss you so much, I miss you so much!" The little girl choked up with tears streaming down her face.

The old man stretched out his hand to caress his little head, his eyes were cloudy, and he sighed: "Grandpa misses you too, Grandpa is sorry for you."

"Grandpa, don't leave Bu Nian again, Bu Nian won't be separated from you again, okay?" The little girl looked up, her immature face was full of tears.

"Grandpa promises you."

The old man nodded heavily, hugged the little girl tightly, and felt the hard touch of the little girl's body. He stretched out his hand and rolled up the little girl's sleeves, and saw the iron inner armor with dense moiré patterns, and the fine armor plates were layered on top of each other. , can be stretched, covering the whole small body of the little girl.

"Where did this inner armor come from?"

"Brother Qi Nian wants to put it on, but he doesn't want to take it off. He's dead. It's hard not to think about it."

With her grandpa, the little girl immediately began to complain, but she burst into tears as soon as she finished speaking.

At this time, Su Qinian on the bed also woke up, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly when he heard the words, he was a little dumbfounded.

……

The bright moon is like a plate, hanging nine days high.

In the middle of the night, the city of Yangzhou was quiet, and a needle could be heard falling.

On the banks of the Slender West Lake and the banks of weeping willows, at this moment, a figure in green robes walked towards the moonlight.

This is a middle-aged man, with slender hair on the temples that look like black jade in the moonlight, and his face is like a crown jade. He looks elegant and handsome.

The middle-aged man's steps were not fast, his eyes were warm, and the corner of his mouth was smiling. He walked under the bright moon and weeping willows, sometimes hidden in the shadow of the moon, looming, and in a short while, he walked several miles away and arrived at Dongguan Ancient Street near the lake. above. (Ask for a monthly ticket. Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu. Let’s all come to Qidian to subscribe. Well, thank you for your support again. Everyone’s rewards during this period have flattered Shibu. There are still many Shibu that have never been published. Book friends who can thank you one by one, Shibu also bows to you here, thank you for liking my story.)

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