Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 66 Preaching, Inside and Outside the Temple

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"Conspiracy and conspiracy, in the face of absolute power, are nothing but magic!"

Su Qinian's tone is very firm, the sky is strong, the gentleman strives for self-improvement, and the villain shows up, the gentleman kills ghosts and gods with blood!

"Yes, I want to retreat!"

Qing Ye let out a roar, and the fat man's whole body trembled. After a few days of not seeing each other, he seemed to have grown even more.

Snapped!

It was Qing Yu who slapped him on the back of the head and scolded: "You idiot, it's not too late, you and I each receive a demon-killing order, and then go down the mountain, regardless of whether there is any gain, eight days must come back."

Su Qinian's heart moved, and he understood Qing Yu's plan. He wanted to go down the mountain to kill monsters, to go one step further, to hone in life and death, to advance the cultivation of "Turtle and Snake Art" one step further, with his current vision Look, Qingyu and Yu's improvement in cultivation is really no small matter. I haven't seen each other in this short period of time. Both of them have stepped into the seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Art". The mental method of the eighth level may not be able to make breakthroughs, but it can also be used as a reference to promote the skills of the previous seven levels to perfection.

After a meal of monster bear broth, the two were about to go down the mountain, but they were stopped by Su Qinian.

"Okay."

Su Qinian let out a low cry, Qing Yu and the two were startled, and saw the star shifting in front of them, turning from day to night in an instant.

The starry sky is vast, and a winter moon is cold and cold, hanging for nine days.

The most important thing is that Su Qinian in front of him disappeared, replaced by a huge tortoise with black and yellow tortoise shell, old skin more vicissitudes than dead wood, and tortoise palms full of wrinkles, like an ancient sacred mountain sitting there.

hold head high!

There was a roaring sound like a dragon's chant, I saw the tortoise's head facing the sky, aiming at the bright moon in the nine heavens, and sucked hard.

The moonlight fell like a pillar, and it seemed that the whole world began to collapse towards the mouth of the tortoise. This was an astonishing scene. Visions appeared on every piece of tortoise shell that was bigger than a millstone, mountains and rivers, swords, guns, swords and halberds , the sun, the moon, the stars, and many scenes are intertwined, reflected in the eyes of the two, and constantly imprinted in their minds.

This is……

At this time, the two of them still didn't understand what it was, their eyes were shining, they observed carefully, kept remembering, confirmed their own bodies, many feelings came to their hearts, the internal organs trembled slightly, and the blood in the body began to follow a kind of The mysterious trajectory flows, gradually seeping into the depths of the inner organs.

However, after only a few breaths, the world was shattered, the starry sky collapsed, and the sun was shining again, and they returned to the Qingyang Palace again.

Looking at Su Qinian again, his face was pale, he was panting heavily, and his eyes became extremely dim.

Without opening his mouth, he glanced at Qing Yu and the two of them, and then he sat cross-legged and meditated, relying on the blood energy of the monster bear who had breakfast, to replenish his spirit and restore his energy.

After a stick of incense, Su Qinian opened his eyes, his mental strength was still a little sluggish, but he recovered about [-]%.

For the first time, he used the soul deterring technique to create such a magnificent illusion. In another day, he reappeared the divine form of the tortoise engraved in his memory. From the moment his spiritual power was established to outline the divine form of the tortoise, his consumption increased sharply, but In just a few breaths, his mental strength was almost exhausted.

"Could it be..."

The fat man stared at Su Qinian with his eyes wide open, but when he turned his head to see, Qing Yu had already waved his hand and went straight out of the palace gate. He scratched his head, but he didn't ask after all, but his eyes were still shining, and he patted Su Qinian. On the shoulder of Qi Nian, he winked and said in a low voice: "When the senior brother comes back, come again a few times, the senior brother will bring you good wine, by the way, how about Miss Hua?"

Su Qinian rolled his eyes when he heard this, slapped his fat palm away, turned around and left.

Cursing his lips, the fat man also turned around, muttering in his mouth, and said to himself: "Why are you so shy, when I was a child, the fat man often peeked at Erhua next door to take a bath, well, don't look at evil, it's not the way of a gentleman, But the girl at the bottom of the mountain is so beautiful..."

Not far away, the corner of Su Qinian's mouth twitched, he was quite speechless about the fat man's distracting thoughts.

……

Qingyang Peak is ten miles away.

This is a spiritual peak surrounded by white clouds, with white cranes flying, phoenixes building nests, the top of the mountain is shrouded in sunlight, and there is purple air. A clear waterfall hangs down for more than [-] feet.

Peaks, pavilions, towers and pavilions, flowing water and mountain springs, carved railings and jade bricks, and high-cut eaves and teeth, are exquisite everywhere and overflowing with brilliance.

In the center of these many pavilions, a towering ninety-nine feet high, the whole body is shining with purple light, dotted with gold stars. If you look carefully, it is all repaired from red sandalwood.

In the Han Dynasty, both golden nanmu and red sandalwood were used by the royal family, and the folks were not allowed to go beyond custom-made, but there is such a huge red sandalwood building here. Looking at the thick patina under the sun, one knows that it must have experienced at least ten years. accumulated over time.

This is the source of the purple air.

At this moment, on the top of the tall building, a middle-aged man in a pale gold Taoist robe was standing tall, with a dust whisk in his hand shining golden light, like sunlight condensing.

"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand. My purple light building is ninety-nine feet high. I don't know if I can touch the ten-fold thunder calamity, the ultimate state of pure Yang Yuanshen..."

The light golden Taoist robe is lightly raised, the middle-aged man's temple hair hangs down, his eyebrows are very slender, and his eyes seem to condense the golden light from the sky, like glazed jade, looming the appearance of thunder and lightning.

Immediately afterwards, as if thinking of something, the middle-aged man lightly waved the whisk in his hand, with a hint of playfulness on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "So what about "Sword of Death", five hundred years have passed and I want to be reborn, the past will eventually be reborn." Annihilation, the future can only be grasped now, this is the supreme avenue where the law of heaven is irreplaceable, and the time is revolving."

……

Chang'an City.

Among the green tiles on the high wall of the palace, a group of officials in brocade court uniforms walked out of the palace gate. The guards were silent and looked in awe.

Immediately afterwards, the ordering officer of the group of more than ten people carefully stepped aside. Unlike the side door they had entered and exited before, a gold-scented carriage with four sweaty horses pulling the chariot slowly drove out of the main door until it slowly disappeared. At the end of the street, the dozen or so officials started to walk again. Their eyes were fearful and awe-inspiring.

But from the beginning to the end, no one dared to talk aloud. It was not until these people went away that a guard on duty hesitated: "Which prince was it just now, or which noble concubine in the harem, but even if it is a queen, there is no etiquette." Posting a post, unless it is a grand ceremony for offering sacrifices to the heavens during the annual festival, I am afraid that the main entrance cannot be opened."

"Silence!"

Another guard was shocked when he heard the words, and immediately shouted, until half a stick of incense had passed, he took a deep breath, and said with lingering fear: "Your boy has just entered the palace, and the recklessness on the battlefield must be restrained. How many masters in the palace, Those adults who were on foot just now, many of them are first-class Hunyuan Realm masters, if you speak like this, they can hear it several miles away."

"There is also that Jinshen BMW car, you remember, you must not collide with it, it is the master of the arsenal of the dynasty, the treasure chariot of Lord Ling Tong Ling, Lord Ling is grand, the Lord of a different surname, He is also a rare master among hundreds of officials, a top figure in legends, he walks the front door, he is the emperor's favor, how can you make rash comments. It's not that I am timid, but to tell you the truth, this palace Inside and outside the palace, there are so many forces entangled, even the empresses in the harem, and the relatives behind them also cross the sea, each showing their magical powers, and many business wrestles. There are so many new and old replacements in the palace for guards like us in a year. Where did the old man go? Either you will be favored and promoted, or your head will fall."

hiss!

The guard who spoke gasped suddenly, his face turned pale. He had never experienced such palpitations in the horse leather shroud in the early years on the battlefield, but now he somewhat misses the days when the blade licked blood, at least not as trembling as he is now, walking on thin ice.

……

winter solstice.

There was a lot of snow in Wudang Mountain, and there were clusters of snowflakes, bigger than goose feathers, which completely dyed Wudang Mountain for four hundred miles into snow white.

Qingyang Palace.

Su Qinian looked at the thick icicles hanging from the eaves outside the hall, and the bonfire was burning in front of him, and a golden-roasted deer hung on it.

The smell of meat was tangy, but Su Qinian didn't have much appetite, the palace was deserted, and before he knew it, he was the only one left.

He thought of the North Sea, the frontier was bitterly cold, and he had read the geography of the Celestial Dynasty. At this time, it should have reached the climate where the breath turns into ice, which is more than twice as cold as the Wudang Mountains. According to historical records, many soldiers stationed at this time could not bear it. In severe cold, he froze to death on the shore of the North Sea. (It will be delivered at noon, and the number of recommended votes is a little low today, everyone, come and vote, um, keep asking for favorites.)

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