Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 563 The sacred ban of the demon clan, invincible!

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Inherited from the dark ages, the ancient battlefield of the imperial way, after more than five thousand years, another demon king died here and was buried by endless wind and sand.

Su Qinian looked at the scene in front of him, turning the light furnace gently in his hand, turning from reality to emptiness, his face was expressionless, his eyes were far away and cold, this was just the beginning.

He didn't know whether he could continue to live this time, but as long as he had the slightest possibility, he would do his best.

People live a lifetime, there is always this kind of concern, and the concern is not broken, so you still have to live, no matter how good or bad your life is, as long as your loved ones are alive, you can always see the distance.

Unknowingly, there are as many as twenty-five monster kings of the first level of the Dao Realm who have been subdued by the soul deterring technique and enslaved the primordial spirit.

A burrow was the place where a sage of the human race was buried. Su Qinian bowed and saluted the sage's body. When he got up again, he still couldn't help but take a deep breath.

This is race wars.

Just like the bones buried under the grave in front of him, he found them many years later, but he didn't even know their identities. In such a scene, in this short day, on this ancient battlefield of the imperial way, Su Qinian had already died. Saw it hundreds of times.

Recalling the dark years of those years, the past hastily crossed time and space, and I still remember it with a glimpse.

Most of the time, Su Qinian was thinking about the purpose of the monster race coming from beyond the sky, the sky beyond the sky, and what kind of world it was, whether it was an endless universe, or layers upon layers, countless time and space .

Chasing out distracting thoughts, Su Qinian had a thought, and the demon kings who were fishing in the distance began to return.

As if sensing something, Su Qinian stood up again, but he didn't expect that he would gain something when he came to break through the barrier. This would make the Yaozu feel more heartbroken than killing one or two demon kings.

Ten miles away.

The three figures were cut off from the front. It was a young man in gray clothes. His eyes seemed to accept the endless void. Standing in front of him, it was like a black hole. The air was torn and gathered towards his body.

"You are a disciple of Wudang, a disciple of Qingyang Peak. That's very good. If you kill you, that one should appear soon."

The young man in gray stood with his hands behind his back, his tone was playful, his eyes were calm, but in the calmness, Qing Ye could feel the endless indifference.

This is a real young strongman of the monster clan, not a monster-level, nor a fossil-level, at least a taboo, maybe even...

Qingye felt unprecedented pressure, and beside her were two disciples of the Beggars' Sect. Unfortunately, their cultivation was still shallow, and they had only just entered the second-rate and low-level realm. That invisible momentum was too strong, even for him, he felt that his breathing gradually became stagnant.

"go!"

Qing Ye let out a soft drink, took a step forward, and stood in front of the two Beggar Sect disciples.

The two beggar gang disciples looked at each other, shook their heads at the same time, and said: "The chivalry is the first among the disciples of the beggar gang. This person's skill is unfathomable. We may not be able to escape. Why don't we stay together with brother Qingye."

"It's a touching scene. The chivalrous way of human martial arts is really disgusting." The gray-clothed youth said in a slightly cold tone, "Only the peerless force in this world can control everything, grasp the destiny, and run good fortune. Chivalry is just the struggle of the weak. Your human race has always been unbreakable, what a ridiculous friendship."

"Summer insects are indescribable."

Qing Ye said coldly, "The monster race and the barbarians, how do you know that our human race has etiquette and shame, and the ways of sages and sages are so profound and profound."

The young man in gray raised his eyebrows, but he didn't get angry. He just said calmly: "It's useless to talk too much. You only have one chance. Let me see the martial arts of Wudang Qingyang Peak. Yes, the inheritor of light, I really look forward to picking off his head with my own hands."

Qing Ye took a long breath and stopped rebutting. He stretched his palms and began to gather his true energy. Up to now, with his cultivation base of just entering the second-rate high-level realm, although there is no hope in sight, there is always a chance of death.

There are strands of silver light rain emerging between the sky and the earth. If you look carefully, it is clearly a very small silver thunderbolt, lightning sparks.

"The origin of thunder? It's interesting. After realizing the power of martial arts, it's worth seeing."

The young man in gray opened his mouth, as if he was standing on the top of the mountain, with the wind and sand lingering around his body, just this aura, made the two beggar gang disciples not have the slightest fighting spirit, their faces were pale, and their spirits were greatly oppressed .

Qingye's right hand was gradually surrounded by silver lightning, and his expression was unprecedentedly dignified. Today's battle is very likely to be the last battle of his life.

The silver lightning flickered, but it was silent, and an extremely domineering palm continued to rise. Even the air produced a little fluctuation, which was extremely rare on this ancient battlefield of the emperor's way.

"It's a good palm technique. The thunder is silent, but it is the most domineering and fierce thunder." The gray-clothed youth commented, "This palm technique can barely be included in the top list, but the cultivation level of the creator may not be high. Most of them have not even passed the double thunder calamity, this way of thunder is still immature."

"Insanity!"

Qing Ye scolded coldly, and with a movement of his palm, it was as if a pool of silver lightning was conceived in the palm of his hand, and the silver electricity in the pool was like water, and it could be seen that a large lake was ups and downs, and countless strange beasts bathed in the thunder, and they gave birth to their children and grandchildren for generations to come.

This is "Ze Lei Palm". With the deepening of Qing Ye's cultivation, he has obtained more inheritance. This palm technique has also evolved to a very high level, which may be enough to hit the top of the dragon and tiger list. But facing the gray-clothed youth in front of him right now, Qing Ye was not at all sure.

"Unfortunately, if you step into the taboo, you can barely pass a trick in my hands. You are not qualified now."

The young man in gray shook his head, raised one hand, and gently stirred his sleeves, drawing a picture of Hunyuan Ruyi, all of which were swallowed up and disappeared without a trace.

not good!

The night changed, and I saw the young man in gray flicking his sleeve robe lightly again, the thunder pond that had been swallowed up before roared, reappeared more fiercely than when it came, and poured down towards him, the silver lightning was like a waterfall, squeezing in an instant Filled the whole world before his eyes.

As for the two disciples of the Beggars' Clan, they couldn't resist at all, they were enveloped by the inverted palms and couldn't move.

boom!

The dust was flying, and several sand waves were rolled up, accompanied by the decaying smell of ashes.

The young man in gray shook his head, and just about to turn around, he suddenly sensed something, his footsteps stopped, his eyes showed unprecedented excitement, he stared at the blown sand, and a dazzling beam of light shot out from his eyes, Suddenly, the heavy sand waves were cut open, revealing the real scene of the central place.

The two beggar gang disciples opened their eyes, showing astonishment, the imaginary death did not come, and immediately, they saw a figure in a coarse white robe, standing in front of the three of them, like an ancient and immortal sacred mountain , suppressed the four directions and eight poles.

A head of black hair fluttered lightly, but it was hard to hide the aura of vicissitudes of time. Immediately afterwards, this head of black hair turned into snow at a speed visible to the naked eye, crystal clear and pure, flowing with a gentle halo.

"Begging for the year!"

When Qing Ye opened his mouth, he took a few deep breaths and only spit out these two words lightly.

But with his back turned to him, Su Qinian showed a smile. Once upon a time, with the continuous improvement of his cultivation level, his reputation in the world became more and more grand. When many people on Qingyang Peak saw him, only the word "peak master" was left , Even if it is as clear as a night, many times, it will give birth to a sense of restraint.

Hearing these two familiar words again, for Su Qinian, is more satisfying than breaking through the gate and opening the third layer of the Great Aperture of the Divine Store again.

He didn't want to wait until the future when he would stand on the top of the peak, and there would be no one close to him, the master would be lonely, why would there often be hermits, most of the time it wasn't because he was tired of everything, but because he was really lonely.

"The inheritor of light, Wudang Su Qinian!"

In the eyes of the gray-clothed youth, Su Qinian was the only one left at this moment. He almost paused every word, with a fierce fighting spirit brewing in his body, and said, "Xihai gluttonous clan, swallow three thousand!"

Children of the royal family!

Qing Ye's eyes startled, no wonder this person was able to accept his palm just now and turn it back. It is rumored that the Taotie clan, one of the royal families of the West Sea, was born to be close to devouring the Dao. , There was even a demon emperor of the Taotie clan who opened his mouth and swallowed the sky, turning eight thousand miles of human land into night.

Su Qinian's ancient well was calm, and he said indifferently: "The four saints who stepped into this ancient battlefield, unfortunately, only you came."

His eyes became sharp in an instant, why couldn't Tun Sanqian hear the contempt in Su Qinian's words, did he think that he alone was nothing to worry about?

But Tun Sanqian didn't really get angry, instead he became more calm. The other party knew that four of his monster clan's holy ban had stepped into the ancient battlefield of the imperial way, and most of them had already got some news. As for how these news were revealed , He doesn't care, what he cares about now is how to take off the head of this inheritor of light, the four sea emperors who are pure yang and protect the way, even if he is a child of the royal family, he is very eager.

Su Qinian didn't act immediately, nor did he intend to use the broken stele. This is a member of the royal family of the Taotie clan, a young saint, not a demon king of the older generation. Su Qinian is not afraid to compete with any masters of the same generation. He has an invincible heart, and he should be able to overwhelm all enemies of the same generation, and there is no opponent.

Even on the ancient battlefield of Huangdao, the air began to become stagnant, the wind and sand subsided, and the three of Qingye retreated silently. It is also enough to seriously injure the three people, and even die.

At this moment, no one noticed dozens of miles away.

On a huge exposed forest white demon bone, a boy who looks about fifteen or six years old stands tall.

The young man was dressed in green, and the wind and sand swept through him, but he froze when he reached three feet around his body, and then fell straight down. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the greatest support for ten steps! Ask for a Monday recommendation ticket!)

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