Reincarnation of the Empress: My Brother Has the Appearance of a Great Emperor

He didn't care about Zhao Yuancheng's life or death at all.

But staring at Su Yun!

"What did you just do?"

He could feel a tinge of trembling in his voice.

Du Qingyun would rather he was dreaming.

Because he couldn't believe it no matter what, the blow that would kill Leng Yiyi just now was easily resolved.

You know, 21 Su Yun is the age to climb the ladder, naturally no more than twenty-five years old.

Even if he is the best young man, even if he is the king of the young generation in Zhongzhou, he is absolutely impossible to become a saint!

Twenty-five.

Not to mention the mere Zhongzhou, even in the holy land of the Western Wasteland, it is difficult to cultivate such a young holy realm powerhouse.

But apart from the saint's means, what else can easily resolve his magical powers?

"You are... you are the Holy Land?"

Du Qingyun spoke again, his voice became more trembling, and his throat was dry.

He found that no matter how he probed Su Yun, the latter was always as mysterious as an abyss, as calm as a rock, as ordinary as a fairy, and unpredictable.

If it was before, he might think that Su Yun had practiced some kind of breath-holding technique.

"Go back to Yuanzong, and do some tricks." Su Yun shook his head, "Stalking, sneaking attacks, and bullying the weak, so this is a craft that has been passed down from generation to generation."

There are thousands of Xuanhuan sects, there are not so many famous schools, and there are not so many evil demons.

Most people are both good and evil, just for their own selfish desires.

"Damn!"

Du Qingyun gritted his teeth, and a black square seal appeared in his hand.

"Dian Watermark, go!"

A stream of rainbow flew out, and the Dian watermark was enlarged in the air, condensing the rumbling momentum, as calm and majestic as a mountain, and carrying the artistic conception of water, entwining it continuously.

"break!"

Boom!

Su Yun said in one word that the saint's will oppressed the past, and the Dian watermark exploded directly.

Upon seeing this, Du Qingyun turned around and left without hesitation.

md!What's up with this?

Holy land!

He is a strong man in the realm of creation, and he has no resistance at all in front of the saint.

"town!"

A huge palm print condensed from aura was photographed.

The biggest difference between the Saint Realm and the Ten Realms lies in the will of the Saint.

With the preliminary approval of Heavenly Dao, they can easily mobilize the laws between heaven and earth, and the power to exert magical powers is far more powerful than that of ordinary monks.

That's why there is a saying that there are ants under the saints.

...

Qing Xuanfeng, Liu Jiu'er who came out of the house, looked into the distance with doubts.

"And the will of a saint has come?"

Not long after, Su Yun and Leng Yiyi walked up the mountain.

"Senior brother, it was you just now... eh?" Liu Jiuer's eyes fell on Leng Yiyi, quite surprised: "Jianyu has become?"

"Under the guidance of my senior brother, I was lucky enough to step into the realm of the sword domain."

Su Yun smiled and said: "It's just a prototype, even Xiaocheng hasn't arrived yet, Yiyi, go to retreat during this time, and talk about it when Jianyu is stabilized."

"Yes, brother."

Leng Yiyi responded and went back to the house.

"Senior brother, what kind of Dao did you realize?"

I have to say that after living for so long in the previous life, Liu Jiu'er was the first time she saw someone like Su Yun.

He does not practice on weekdays, although the Dao is simple, many cultivators can reach a state of returning to nature.

From life bit by bit, comprehend the mystery of Taoism.

This method is commonly known as mind training.

But Liu Jiu'er felt that Su Yun's realm should not be so outrageous.

Moreover, even if it goes back to basics, it is very strange to know everything.