Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 194 Heaven and Man Tribulation, Zixiao Palace

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Promoted to the tenth floor of "Turtle and Snake Art", the gods are conceived in the court, and they are on the verge of dying. Su Qinian suddenly understands why the tenth floor of the top foundation building art in the history of martial arts is so difficult , there were not many in the past dynasties, even less than the Master of Destiny.

Perhaps, it's not that there are no ones who can reach the tenth floor, but it's just that this Lihun Melting Heaven, the Heavenly Dao will count down...

Su Qinian stood on the turbulent waves, he stared at the nine sky, the dark clouds covered the sun, and there was a flash of silver lightning flashing in the dense clouds.

This is a kind of great majesty, which comes from the untouchable way of heaven in the dark. Even if Su Qinian has conceived a god and died on the way, he still feels a kind of trembling from the depths of his soul.

Perhaps, it is precisely because the God of Pregnancy established the Dao that he felt the majesty and irresistibility of the Dao of Heaven.

……

Qingyang Peak.

The jade-like blue bamboo stick is like a big green mountain, holding against the big hand of golden light glaze, and then, as soon as he wears the purple green Taoist robe, the old Taoist with black hair like ink turns from virtual to real, revealing his figure.

"Master Qingzhu!"

Fatty hastily bowed to salute, and the one who appeared at this moment was the peak master of Huixian Peak, a top soul figure of a generation. Because a piece of innate green bamboo was forged into a weapon, he was called the real green bamboo.

The real Qingzhu, the master of Huixian Peak, nodded slightly at him, then turned around, stretched out his hand to hold the void, and the big green mountain shot out a dazzling green light, and with a pop, pierced the golden glazed hand and collapsed Into the sky light and rain.

"Qingzhu, you want to stop me!"

On the top of Jinsuo Peak, Jinguang Daoist's golden Taoist robe moves without wind, and there seems to be thunder and lightning in his eyes, the golden light is bright, very compelling.

"Jin Guang, we are aware of your old enmity between Jinsuo Peak and Qingyang Peak, but five hundred years have passed, and my Taoist school has been quiet and inactive, so any grievances should be dissipated, so why bother future generations."

On Qingyang Peak, Qingzhu Daoist stood in the void, frowned and said: "Not to mention the extraordinary "Turtle and Snake Art" of the tenth floor, there are only a few people in each generation in the history of martial arts, why don't you let go of the golden light for my martial arts."

On the top of the Zijin Guanghua Tower, Jin Guangzheng held a hand in one hand and a whisk in the other, he flicked it in the air, snorted coldly, and said: "It's too early to talk about the tenth floor of "Turtle and Snake Art", Qingzhu, you don't know , the ninth floor of "Turtle and Snake Art", I have some in all Wudang dynasties, but some people died inexplicably later, why, because they understood the pass, hit the tenth floor, left the soul and melted into the sky, and died under the calamity of heaven , How many people can there be in the tenth floor of the top foundation building skill in the entire martial arts dynasties, which one is not a person with unfavorable luck? Just relying on a former suspended death row prisoner, he can have some luck, dare to say that he has achieved the tenth level of "Turtle and Snake Kungfu" !"

After a pause, the real Jin Guang took a breath, and said lightly: "Since it is doomed to become a living dead, I don't mean to kill him, as long as his living dead kneels in front of my Jinsuo Peak past sage tablet , I will order the handyman Taoist to supply blood food day and night until he dies."

Master Jin Guang's words fell, and at the top of Qingyang Peak, Master Qingzhu frowned. He glanced at Su Qinian, who had no breath of soul, and sighed in his heart. He never thought that this young man would understand the tenth level pass so quickly. , rushing through the barrier rashly, even he can't pay attention day and night, otherwise he will definitely be taken away from Wudang. Now there are many visions, and most of the news can't be hidden.

But the most important thing right now is whether this young man can survive the calamity of heaven and escape from the place where the soul melts into the sky.

As the master of Huixian Peak, one of the twenty-seven existing Wudang veins, and a generation of top soul masters, it is clear that Master Qingzhu knows many secrets. Take the tenth level of the top foundation building skill as an example. In other words, there have never been any historical materials or written experiences. Furthermore, as far as Master Qingzhu knows, in the history of martial arts, in fact, there are still quite a few people who really comprehended the tenth level of top-level foundation-building skills, not to mention thousands of people. There are tens of thousands, but looking at the entire human race, the four countries, and even the four sea monster races, there are probably close to a thousand.

Even so, in the entire history of human martial arts, there are usually no more than a dozen people who can successfully survive the calamity and truly reach the tenth level.

As for the entire Han Dynasty, for more than [-] years, there has never been more than one palm at most in all dynasties.

Heavenly doom!

Master Qingzhu took a deep breath, the majesty of heaven is unpredictable, the territory of the Han Dynasty is vast, and there are probably more than a hundred people in the past who can comprehend the secrets of the ten layers, and there may not be one out of ten people who have truly accomplished their merits and virtues. Leaving the soul and melting into the sky, buried under the calamity of heaven, leaving only the body and becoming a living dead.

"The soul disappears like a lamp, so why does Lord Jin Guangfeng have to humiliate a fleshy shell of a younger generation?"

Reverend Qingzhu spoke again, obviously, if he is not optimistic about Su Qinian, under the calamity of heaven, all living beings are ants, and in this world, there are too many young people with unlucky luck compared to the young people in front of them.

Originally, he still had a plan. When the boy in front of him had perfected the nine-level "Turtle and Snake Art", he would suppress it and hone it for two more years. When his character was stable, his experience was deeper, and his physical strength was perfect, no matter how difficult it was. Going one step further, proceeding to break through the barrier, and carefully prepare the place to cross the catastrophe, so as not to leak the news, it is meaningless right now.

"Okay, since Master Qingzhu speaks, I'll wait for another half an hour. If I don't wake up after half an hour, it will take at least three years to kneel down and watch over the sages of Jinsuo Peak."

Upstairs in Zijin Guanghua, Master Jin Guang murmured, the master of Huixian Peak, Master Qingzhu, attained Taoism decades earlier than him, and his cultivation base is profound. It is rumored that he has passed through the triple thunder calamity, and he is not far from the realm of the quadruple thunder calamity. , as early as [-] years ago, before the Qingyang Peak was cut off, there were frequent movements between the two peaks.

Qingyang Peak.

Fatty gritted his teeth, and Jin Guang's voice sounded clearly from the top of the peak, and he never thought that there would be a catastrophe for hitting the tenth floor of "Turtle and Snake Art". In the real person's conversation, he can know that almost ten deaths and no life, nine deaths and one life are light.

"What if you wake up?" Master Qingzhu said.

"If he wakes up?" On the top of the Zijin Guanghua Building, Jin Guang's real man sneered, "If he wakes up, I will give him five years. After five years, if he can take over the power of my finger, all the previous things will naturally disappear. , If you can't take it, you will kneel and watch it for three years, and you can't miss a day."

"Really!" On the Qingyang Peak, the fat man gritted his teeth and looked at the real Qingzhu.

The old Taoist shook his head towards him. Up to now, there is no room for turning back. If Jin Guang should regress, in the eyes of Qingzhu, it is probably not possible at all.

"it is good."

The next moment, Master Qingzhu looked in the direction of Jin Suofeng, nodded and said.

hum!

Above the void, the black and white gourd with yin and yang entanglements opened its mouth, and the green golden sword light that had been absorbed into it before was also released.

Seeing the gourd disappear into the distance into a stream of light, Master Qingzhu couldn't help sighing in his heart, the peak master of Jinsuo Peak of this generation is really amazing and brilliant, with great fortune, even innate spiritual things like Qiankun gourd can be obtained and refined. Such a no-nonsense artifact.

The Primordial Artifact is different from a weapon, and has various supernatural powers. It coincides with the world. It is a supernatural artifact that can only be forged by top primordial figures. A psychic soldier ranked sixty-third on the weapon list like a sword.

In the void, looking at the ups and downs of the Qingyang sword, Master Qingzhu nodded, the divine sword was alive, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, turned from reality to emptiness, and disappeared.

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Wu Tianzhu Peak, Zixiao Palace.

A middle-aged Taoist who looked a bit old and stood in front of the palace gate in a pure purple and gold-rimmed Taoist robe, with gray hair on his temples. This is the fifth-ranked Daoist of the Han Dynasty and the [-]th generation head of Wudang. Daoist Ning, at this time, looked a little far away, sometimes frowned, and sometimes stretched out. Beside him, there were also a few Taoist priests with deep breaths and wearing purple Taoist robes. Not far away, some Taoist priests passing by were walking carefully. Not daring to make a sound, except for the sect leader, Ning Taoist, the others are also the peak masters standing at the top of Wudang, the top souls of a generation.

"Master, the Jinsuo Peak and Qingyang Peak..." After a long time, a Daoist Yuanshen could not help but speak.

Taoist Ning came back to his senses, and said in a deep voice: "There is a catastrophe, and there is a catastrophe. Only by overcoming the catastrophe of heaven and man is a great fortune."

"Having said that, the disciples in the mountain will be chilled..." the master Yuanshen hesitated again.

"Hmph, over the past ten years, has there been less renunciation among disciples? That one's hand is stretched too far!" Another real person said coldly.

In the end, Taoist Ning turned around and walked into Zixiao Palace, uttering only one word lightly.

Wait!

Several Yuanshen real people looked at each other, all showing helplessness. They were also a little confused about the mind of the head, but immediately, someone sighed, looking at Qingyang Peak in the distance, it was a bit hasty, but the pregnant god could not stand up. Rumor has it that the knowledge of leaving the soul to cross the catastrophe right now is too shallow, and there is no preparation at all. Not to mention the human catastrophe, even this heavenly catastrophe, there are almost ten deaths and no life.

Soon, several Yuanshen masters left one after another. The young man at the top of Qingyang Peak, they didn't have any hope. They hit the tenth floor of "Turtle and Snake Art" so quickly. Living in the heavens and kalpas, I am afraid that after half an hour, the soul will be destroyed, leaving only a living flesh shell.

The place where the soul melts into the sky.

Black clouds weighed down on the top, waves hit the sky, and the air became more stagnant. Standing under the vast sky, Su Qinian's eyes were unprecedentedly dignified.

The silver lightning flickered, and Su Qinian clearly understood that the flickering lightning pierced through the vacuum. It was hard for him to imagine how he could resist it with his current one-inch body of a god.

Rumble!

After only a few breaths, the Heavenly Dao was formed, the sound of thunder shook the soul, and the whole body of the one-inch god was like water, gently rippling, dissolving the dark force. (Ask for a monthly ticket, everyone come to the starting point to support the genuine subscription.)

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