Zhiyang Xuan'ao is quickly intertwined and formed in the palm of the hand, and is constantly broken apart and reorganized.
There are more than hundreds or thousands of changes between each breath.
The mysterious essence of Zhiyang appeared from scratch in Qingyang Huan's spiritual world.
Ninety-nine percent The Zhiyang Mystery that left the body of the Little Lion King dissipated very quickly between heaven and earth, so Qingyang Huan had to swallow it completely as soon as possible to gain insight into it.
Even so, with the mutual confirmation of his own Fire Dao and the Mysterious Nine Sun Dao, the Zhiyang Mysterious Dao, which ranks among the top Dao, turned into a blazing little sun in his hands. perfect state In a daze, from the moment he stepped into the general worship platform, although the title of God General was not manifested, the blessings from human luck still continued to come to him from somewhere.
Even if the Taoist mysteries are extracted from the world for understanding, the speed of insight is five times that of the past, let alone a complete Taoist mysteries extracted directly from the body of a half-king warrior.
Seeing Qingyang Huan's fighting prowess, many human geniuses below showed a fighting spirit in their eyes, such as Ling Aojian, Ling Aojin's clan brother, but he was not the descendant of the contemporary King Lingyun, but a member of King Lingyun's tribe.
However, being able to go from being an ordinary tribesman to a level that is equal to that of the first generation of kings is naturally something extraordinary.
What he has understood is the way of gold and the way of swords.
A golden sword can cleanse the realms of all kings.
But Ling Aojin's eyes showed a fighting spirit.
His fighting power was comparable to that of the Little Lion King.
However, young prodigies like them, who are among the top half kings, do not have one or two killing moves.
Even when he was suppressed by Qingyang Huan, he still had life-saving killing moves that he could not control.
However, the little lion king inspired the ancient Suanni bloodline and was still suppressed and killed by Qingyang Huan.
He had to admit that Qingyang Huan's combat power was once again superior to his.
It can be said that Qingyang Huan is almost at the top among the first echelon of combat warriors under the top of the world.
This is not to belittle oneself, but the southwestern land of the human race is just a small part of the human race.
Even if you look at the entire mountains and seas and the wilderness, the whole sky is a small place.
The so-called invitation to war in the heavens is only a small place like the Southern Wilderness.
There are thousands of races in the heavens, and the creatures are as numerous as the vast universe.
In a small place like the southwest of the Southern Wilderness, thousands of the top geniuses in the heavens are...
It is difficult to find one in the ancient capital.
That's why he called Qingyang Huan a group of people who are close to the top geniuses in the world.
He himself is also a member of this group.
However, in such a situation, both sides rarely experience a life-and-death struggle.
Decide the winner.
At this moment, Wuchen of the Dao clan, who had already entered the city, was sitting cross-legged on the back of his flame dragon, looking around the sky, with a hint of interest in his eyes, as if everything was so interesting.
From time to time, his eyes turned to Qingyang Huan from all around, sometimes showing a hint of contemplation, frowning, sometimes clasping his hands to divine something.
All this was noticed by Gui Buxian, and soon he crawled towards Wuchen.
"If Zi'er sees it, he will definitely be scared and run away."
Climbing onto the back of the flame dragon, Gui Buxian said to himself, and then moved next to Wuchen humbly.
"Hi, friends from the Tao clan, hello.
I am the only Eight Trigrams God Turtle in the world of all the heavens, the starry sky of the universe, the endless cave, and the world of all races."
Wuchen stared at Gu Buxian expressionlessly.
"Friends of the Tao clan, for the sake of you coming all the way to stand up for our Ah Huan, Mr.
Gui has quietly told you that you will suffer a bloody disaster."
Wuchen remained expressionless.
"I also know that you ran out only after you calculated that you were in danger."
Wuchen remained expressionless.
"Are you cultivators so stupid?"
Turtle Master naturally had no good temper and began to curse.
Wuchen remained expressionless.
But at this moment, his eyes fell on Qingyang Huan again, and the contemplation in his eyes became more solemn.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't forget it.
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Your Taoist clan's Luoshui magic is still a branch of the human race's innate eight trigrams.
It's something that even Turtle Master can't figure out.
Unless you get the Taoist clan's Luoshui god tortoise shell, Only then can we figure it out.”
Finally, all the contemplation in Wuchen's eyes melted away, he looked at Gu Buxian, and said solemnly: "I'm going to Daozong, but it's a pity that I don't have the qualifications to get the Luoshui Divine Turtle Armor."
"Then what else do you think?
A blind man lights a lamp and wastes oil.
Isn't this a waste of effort?"
Gui Buxian's words were rude, but his eyes were moving around, glancing at Wuchen from time to time.
Deep inside his body, there was an illusory starry sky, with all the stars and eight hexagrams in the sky, and the illusory figure in the center was somewhat similar to Wuchen.
It's a pity that the stars rotate and the Bagua universe shifts, so it is still difficult to see the illusive figure clearly.
In the other direction, looking around at the sky, Qingyang Huan sneered at the corner of his mouth, recovered his true form, and fell back to the top of the city.
The body belonging to the little lion king was thrown under the ancient city of Yulin.
After blending into the Golden Way, he felt that his Borderless Way had become more refined again, but he understood that his path was not easy to follow.
Ten thousand ways, there are so many ways in heaven and earth.
If he wants to understand them all, he doesn't know how many twists and turns he will go through.
The transformation of false dharma into real dharma is simply far away.
Moreover, in reaching the current situation, the boundaries of strength have become blurred.
Perhaps a warrior's epiphany or a little insight will improve his combat power, but this improvement has no support.
Because after reaching such a state, if you want to get back on the right track of cultivation, you need to be promoted to the king.
For warriors who are under the king's chasm, as long as their combat power cannot reach the level of a king, their combat power can still be improved. , the limits of each warrior are different.
Unless you break the limit and become the king of taboos.
Even he himself didn't know what his limit was.
After entering the taboo from combat power, he found that there was an endless ocean in front of him, and the improvement of combat power seemed to have no precise realm.
In terms of realm, it means transcending the true self and stepping into the small world.
The next step is to create the world.
"Damn it, the little lion king was actually killed by Zhen, and even after stimulating Suanni's true blood, he was still pierced through the heart, bursting the small world world, and even Suanni's true blood was taken away.
Could it be that this The human race is really so terrifying."
"The land in the southwest of the human race's southern wilderness is just a patchwork of corners.
Very few strong people pay attention to it.
How could there be such a powerful warrior?"
"Being able to create a Tao method that accommodates ten thousand ways is completely unheard of.
It's a freak that comes out of nowhere."
For a moment, the eyes of the strong foreigner hidden in the depths of the cave became obscured.
Various spiritual wills were intertwined.
Some of the eyes were evasive, some were unruly, but most of them were filled with fear.
In the depths of the cave, the aurora shines brightly, and a world with a radius of ten miles is opened directly in the cave.
The divine light is diffused in it, and a shadow appears vaguely.
In the divine light that filled the sky, a Toutuo appeared.
He was wearing a cassock robe with a divine jade buckle on his chest.
He was sitting cross-legged with a solemn look.
At this moment, his hands were clasped together, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was chanting the words "Gama".
Roman Bible.
"Cause and effect are the same.
Since the Holy Clan has taken a fancy to it, I, Jialuo, will no longer participate."
Suddenly, the sound of Brahma in the sky subsided, and Gara Mantra opened his eyes.
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In his pupils, the Kingdom of Gara evolved in his eyes.
Thousands of Gara were sitting and reciting Brahma, making people obsessed with eternity.
And outside the cave, an illusory holy mountain covered the cave.
Under the sacred tree of the holy mountain, a warrior wearing a battle robe looked at Jialuo Tutuo with a sneer.
All of Qian Yin's bald heads had their heads blown off.
"Okay, we are of the same race as the heavens.
Don't say that my holy tribe eats alone.
I, the holy river, eat meat.
You, Fat Toutuo, can also drink some soup."
The Little Holy Son doesn't care about the little tricks of the Jialuo clan.
In fact, this is the fine tradition of the Jialuo clan.
Wherever there is a conquest in the heavens, there will be a Garo clan.
They appear to be compassionate, in order to recruit followers after the conquest.
Once a certain party is defeated, the Garo clan will take advantage of the opportunity to move in.
The Garo clan needs a large number of believers, not a single top genius.
Just like this time, the little saint son wanted to kill Qingyang Huan in order to destroy the luck of the southwest king of the human race, get the blessing of the luck of the saint race, and then be promoted to the status of the saint.
The purpose of Jialuo Toutuo is to draw the remaining talented young warriors of the human race into the Jialuo Kingdom after defeating the human race and taking advantage of the fact that the human race's genius has been severely damaged and their strength has been damaged.
"Holy River Donor is joking.
Jia Luo is compassionate and saves the sufferings of all sentient beings."
Fat Toutuo clasped his hands together and sighed softly.
After hearing these words, the little saint son couldn't help but feel disgusted.
He had the urge to take Fat Toutuo out and yell, "Don't pretend you can die."
As if he felt what the little holy son was thinking, the halo on the back of the head of Fat-headed Tuo Tuo's majestic figure lit up.
"Holy River Donor, you and I are the same kind of people.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if you took refuge in me, Jia Luo, and you and I sit down and discuss Jia Luo Mantra in Warsaw."
A smile flashed across Fat Toutuo's lips, with a deep gentleness that made people feel like they were taking a breath of spring breeze.
"I wonder if the benefactor of the Holy River will want a benefactor from the heavens to take action next to fight against the human race."
"snort" The little saint son snorted coldly and twitched the corner of his mouth.
How could he not hear Fat Tou Tuo's secret ridicule towards him.
As the giants in the light camp of the heavens, the saints have always been in charge of the light camp, so every time they conquered the human race, some races took orders from the saints.
Fat Toutuo's words contained a hidden edge, which meant that he asked all the heavenly warriors in the light camp to die, and specifically asked Qingyang Huan to suppress them.
Although this is exactly what he did, there are some things that cannot be said, especially the fact that the saints are the giants in the light camp of the heavens and are in charge of the light camp
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