Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 32 Condensing the sword seal, the real person walks in the void

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The Qingyang Palace is magnificent, the blue-golden sun shines all over the sky, and the vicissitudes of time flow in the whole world.

The three of Su Qinian walked towards the Qingyang Pavilion, and just before the three of them were about to step up the steps, a slightly playful voice rang in their ears.

"The Qingyang Pavilion cannot be entered until the foundation has been established."

what!

At this moment, the three of Su Qinian tensed up and their movements froze. They had no doubt that the voice was aimed at them.

"Are you old or dead?"

Turning around with difficulty, following the voice, the fat man looked at Jiyuan Daoist in front of Qingyang Hall with a bitter face.

Su Qinian and Qing Yu looked at each other, both showing surprise and uncertainty. The Jiyuan Daoist, who was supposed to have fallen five hundred years ago, is still in the world?

It was too unbelievable, but then, the eyes of the three young Taoist priests also fell on them, which made Su Qinian's heart move, I am afraid it is not that simple, these disciples are still in the world, it is too outrageous.

"I have met Master Jiyuan, disciples Qingyu and Qingye from the Outer Court, I will meet Su Qinian in Xiaoyao Valley." Qingyu clasped his fists in salute and bowed.

Master Jiyuan didn't say a word, but his eyes swept over Su Qinian and the three of them one by one. His warm eyes were like the purest seed jade in the world. The three of them felt as if they were in an old spring deep in the mountains, and they were warm and harmonious from top to bottom. Yes, even the exhaustion of climbing mountains and wading waters quickly recovered, and the energy, blood and physical strength returned to their peak in an instant.

As if it was an illusion, just as the gaze of Master Jiyuan passed by, Su Qinian vaguely felt the hazy shadow of the knife in the ancestral orifice shrine tremble slightly, but he returned to calm in an instant.

His eyes turned, and a little surprise flashed in the eyes of Master Jiyuan. The fat man couldn't bear to remain silent, and couldn't help asking: "Really, are you really alive?"

With a chuckle, Master Jiyuan said: "Life and death are nothing more than Tai Chi Yin and Yang, hardness and softness, why should they be separated from each other?"

The fat man scratched the back of his head, he didn't quite understand, Qing Yu was thoughtful, and Su Qi Nian was also pondering.

"Not bad, not bad, it came really fast..."

Suddenly, Master Jiyuan opened his mouth, and let go of the hand holding the sword. The Qingyang Sword was simple and unadorned, and suddenly divided into three, turning into three sword shadows, condensed like substance, even under the cover of Su Qinian's spiritual power , and can't tell the truth from reality, just like the three real Qingyang swords, even the sharpness of the sword is the same.

The next moment, the three of Su Qinian realized that they couldn't move, and under the lock of the sharp edge of the sword, the surrounding air froze, imprisoning them for life.

The Qingyang sword was suspended, and the three sword shadows flashed in the air, and they were very close.

The sharpness was on the body, the fat man's face was pale, Qingyu's eyes flashed, but his eyes were slightly closed, Su Qinian's spiritual power enveloped his whole body, the Qingyang sword had no sharpness, and it was easily torn apart, and then, Su Qinian looked at The point of the sword pierced into the center of his eyebrow little by little.

A cool breath spread out and penetrated into the limbs and bones. At this moment, Su Qinian not only did not feel the approach of death, but even the blood around him began to surge after being benefited by this cool air. The faint numbness instantly seeped into the [-] bones in his body.

Fatty's eyes widened suddenly, obviously aware of the strangeness, and his whole body became excited.

At this time, Su Qinian looked at Qing Yu and the two again, and found that there was a blue-golden sword mark looming between their eyebrows, but the sword mark was the same as the Qingyang sword.

From the gazes of Qing Yu and the others, Su Qinian could also know that he also had the same imprint on the center of his brows, but he searched the ancestral orifice divine court with his mental power and found nothing unusual.

After a while, the imprisoning force disappeared, and Su Qinian's whole body made a series of crackling sounds, and finally his muscles and bones rang together.

Boom!

There was a dull sound, like the beating of a war drum, Su Qinian took a deep breath, and at this moment, his whole body was raised by an inch.

"Bone training is perfect! The muscles and bones are beating together, and the drums are beating!"

Fatty Qingye's eyeballs are about to pop out, this is clearly a symbol of the sixth level of "Turtle and Snake Kungfu" and the most important thing is, how many days has it been since Su Qinian came to Wudang Mountain?

With Qingyu's composure, they couldn't help showing shock. Originally, the two thought that Su Qinian was at most the fifth level of "Turtle and Snake Art", but now it seems that before entering this world of primordial spirit, they have already stepped into it. The practice of the sixth floor.

In Qingyu's view, even looking at the entire Wudang Outer Academy, there are few people who can compare with such talent and comprehension.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the three of Su Qinian staggered, and the whole Yuanshen world suddenly fluctuated violently, and the Qingyang Palace shook like a landslide.

Immediately, the three of them saw Master Ji Yuan wave his sleeves and blink his eyes, and the four of them disappeared in front of them.

It was raining continuously, the sky was dark, and the Qingyang Palace was dilapidated. In front of the dilapidated Qingyang Palace, the three of Su Qinian were in a trance, but soon, the three of them regained consciousness, because an unspeakable majestic aura descended from the sky. Like a violent storm, the three of them were submerged.

terrible!

Their gazes were unprecedentedly serious, and the three of Su Qinian couldn't move. Under this majesty, although they were not imprisoned as before, they were still struggling.

However, this aura of majesty came and went quickly. After snapping their fingers, the three of them saw a majestic figure standing ten feet above their heads. This was a middle-aged man in a pale golden robe. Standing with hands, slender eyebrows, long sideburns, and a golden whisk in his hand.

Standing in mid-air like this, the middle-aged man in the pale gold Taoist robe cast his eyes down. Unlike the real person Ji Yuan, this man's eyes were extremely sharp, like two sharp swords, piercing Su Qinian's three people's bodies with chills and pain in their flesh. With indifference, it seems to go deep into the soul of a person and pry into all the secrets.

"Crossing the void, this is the method of the top souls."

After thinking about it again, Qing Yu thought of something, his eyes suddenly showed a look of horror and awe, he quickly bowed and said: "Outer courtyard disciples Qing Yu, Qing Ye, and Xiaoyao Gu Su Qi Nian, pay respects to Jin Guang Daoist."

Wudang belongs to Taoism. Taoist martial arts masters are honored as real people after they prove their way to the top. In Buddhism, they are Arhats. Become the demon king.

"You guys are so brave to enter the legacy of the ancestors and the world of the primordial spirit without authorization." Jin Guang said flatly.

As soon as Su Qinian's heart tightened, he knew that the visitor was not good. Jinguang Daoist had been in Xiaoyao Valley for nearly a month, and he also had a vague memory of some big figures in Wudang's veins. The peak master of the pulse.

Back then when the lineage of Qingyang Peak was cut off, the remaining martial arts secrets in Qingyang Pavilion were divided up. Among them, the proximity of Jinsuo Peak benefited the most, and nearly half of the remaining Qingyang Pavilion fell into the bag.

At this moment, Qingyu also had some ominous premonitions. He also had some expectations for the changes that would open up the Yuanshen world, but he did not expect that the real Jin Guang of Jinsuo Peak would be so domineering.

Being in the Wudang Outer Court, compared to Su Qinian, Qingyu and the two can see things more clearly. Taoism pays attention to quietness and inaction, but in Jianghu Wulin, surrounded by monster clans, where there is a quiet place, it is in Wudang Mountain. Twenty-seven There are often conflicts among the bloodlines. At the bottom, it is the selection of the disciples who have successfully established the foundation in the outer court every three years.

The disciples with the highest aptitude and comprehension all want to be recruited into the sect, so as to carry forward the martial arts of one line, and even surpass the predecessors, and go one step further.

From here on, all kinds of competitions started among the peaks. Although life and death are not facing each other, swords are often at war.

Now, Qingyu can see that this real Jin Guang may have some thoughts. With his cultivation level, he has already stepped into the top level. It is clear that they want to intercept Qingyang Peak's inheritance, use it for their own use, and strengthen Jin Suo Peak's lineage.

Qingyu gritted his teeth, but at this moment, he could no longer allow him to back down. He took a deep breath, bowed again, and said, "Reverend Jin Guang, please calm down. The three of us found the Qingyang Peak ancestor's treasure by coincidence. , Meng Tian was lucky enough to be selected by Yuanshen World, entered it, and carried on his behest, to re-establish the Qingyang Palace and reproduce the grand scene of my twenty-eighth vein of Wudang." (Please recommend tickets, roll around asking for tickets, New book lovers also click to add to the bookshelf collection,)

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