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It belongs to the eighth type of the Turtle and Snake Fist Fist Fist Realm, and after absorbing one-third of the heart of time, it contains a void, as if it has become a real artifact. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The five-colored furnace shook, and the void in it shook, and as soon as Su Qinian's spiritual power fell into it, he was taken aback, because the thousands of drops of Yuan Qi liquid that he had worked hard to refine and collect before had actually disappeared half of it at this time.

A gray-white stone bead, which can be the size of a baby's fist, is suspended in the void at this time, and drop after drop of pure white and flawless vitality liquid is devoured, and on the stone bead, a fine crack slowly grows.

Damn it!

Calm as Su Qiannian couldn't help but be annoyed, what a huge fortune this thousand drops of Yuan Qi liquid was, almost equivalent to 30,000 taels of snow silver, and even if there were 30,000 taels of snow silver, it didn't mean that you could buy it.

There is a record of the Yuan Qi liquid in the eighth volume of the "Demon Sutra", and it is difficult for the real masters of the second-rate characters to collect and absorb the Yuan Qi from the vast world, let alone turn it into Yuan Qi liquid, which will definitely affect the cultivation and the gains outweigh the losses.

30,000 taels of snow silver is enough for Su Qiannian to initially re-establish the foundation for Qingyang Peak, although it is still far from enough, but it is already the first step.

"Come out for me!"

While running, Su Qinian stretched out his hand to grab the void, and the gray-white stone bead was expelled from the void of the five-color furnace by him and appeared in the palm of his hand.

It's hot!

At this time, it seemed that he was holding a soldering iron in his hand, and Su Qinian suddenly became vigilant, how could he put away this stone bead of unknown origin so easily before.

He threw it out. I think it's a little too weird, but it's unexpected. When the stone bead shook in the air, it turned into a gray lightning bolt. It slammed into his eyebrows.

What the!

At this moment, Su Qinian was a little frightened, there was no pain, and there were no scars, but in the void of the Sea of Consciousness where the Ancestral Divine Court was located, the stone bead suddenly appeared, and it expanded infinitely, becoming as majestic as a mountain.

Call!

Immediately, the whale sucks up water. Originally, Su Qinian's refining and storage, the pure spiritual power that was floating in the void of the Divine Court was absorbed almost in a snap of his fingers.

"Bastard!"

Su Qinian's heart was boiling, this stone bead kraft candy was the same, and it was not polite to eat it.

Rumble!

In the snap of a finger, the stone bead moved, and this movement was earth-shattering.

Full of cracks, the beads that were more majestic than the mountain peaks burst open, more shocking than thunder. There was almost a taste of ancient gods opening the world, which shook Su Qinian's spiritual power and almost collapsed.

Rise!

There is a dragon moaning, unruly. As if breaking free from the chains of hell and shattering the shackles, the dark gold god blooms. It was as if a great sun had risen into the sky, illuminating the entire Divine Court world.

Su Qinian was stunned. He saw something in the world of the Divine Court. At this time, there is a winding dragon, the huge dragon body of this giant dragon, it seems to be as long as a mountain, the dark golden dragon scales are cold, each piece is bigger than a house, the two dragon horns are curved, pointing straight to the sky, the four dragon claws have four toes, the claw blade is like the sword peak of the knife mountain, and the cold light is like snow.

A living dragon, born from that stone bead, appeared in his ancestral court?

It's too fantasy and unreal, and Su Qiannian has never seen such an incredible scene in the past two decades.

Rise!

Immediately, the dark gold dragon raised its head, the dragon's whiskers longer than the river shook, the dragon chant was like the sea, washing the entire ancestral god court, in the dark, Su Qinian captured a series of words and formulas, these formulas were finally integrated into the dragon chant, penetrating into the depths of his soul, as if there was a person roaring, the sound was like a huge wave hitting the sky.

"No regrets! No regrets!

This roar is full of tragedy, but also a kind of indomitable and domineering, hazy, Su Qinian seems to see a vast blue sea, a sackcloth and straw shoes figure stained with blood, standing on the sky dome, with his back to everyone, he steps like a dragon, every step falls, all set off stormy waves, above the sky dome, the stars are swaying, as if the next moment is about to fall into the world.

"Kanglong has regrets, and he can't last long! Kanglong has no regrets, and he won't look back when he dies!"

Rise!

A dragon roar, as if through the blue yellow spring, shook the nine heavens and ten earths, the figure of the linen straw shoes shot, his white hair fluttered, one hand pushed out horizontally, in an instant, it seemed that a real dragon appeared above the nine heavens, the dragon body meandered, as big as a mountain, like a great wall of iron and stone to the sky, then, the pieces of golden dragon scales suddenly transformed, into a dark golden color.

The dragon is as powerful as the sea, and there is more of a kind of tragedy and obsession, and in front of the real dragon, there is a demon finch that is also bigger than the mountains, the whole body is red, as if the blood is cast, and the cold eyes seem to be two rounds of blood moon turning, especially above the head of the bird, a single horn is steeper than the mountain peak, entangled with dragon-like blood-colored lightning.

The true dragon roared, the demon sparrow hissed, and the two supreme qi machines stirred the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, and then later, a blazing light burst out, which seemed to tear the vast void, and a long river gurgled and flowed for eternity, and the waves were not alarmed.

"Kang Long has no regrets. ”

While running, Su Qinian could hardly suppress the shock in the depths of his heart, and the battle he saw in the dark was almost eternally imprinted in his mind.

Without thinking about it at all, he understood that this was the last battle of the seventh generation of Jie Hong in his later years, above the East China Sea, he competed with the demon emperor of the Tianque clan generation, and finally both fell into the long river of time and space.

"The first form of "Descending Dragon Palm", Kanglong has no regrets!"

Su Qinian's eyes are different, and now he is not lonely and unheard of in the past, at least for the top palm techniques such as the beggar gang "Descending Dragon Palm", there is still some understanding, today's Jianghu martial arts, the first style of "Descending Dragon Palm" is not Kanglong's regrets, but Kanglong's regrets.

This formula, the general outline originated from the "Book of Changes" hexagram, like saying: "On the nineth, Kanglong has regrets, and the profit cannot last long." ”

Therefore, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the first style of the beggar gang "Descending Dragon Palm" is rigid and fierce, Zhengda Gangyang, thirteen points of strength do not need to be old, and there are three points, and the dark energy of Gangyang is endless, which is enough to smash the stormy waves, and even split the mountains and mountains, and divide the rivers.

These many rumors are not consistent with the true meaning inheritance of this style of palm technique he has obtained at the moment, among them, the male and yang is even greater, but there are also three more points of determination, seven points of tragic, very close to the obsession of a mad demon.

With a dragon roar, in the Ancestral Divine Court, the dragon body, which was originally bigger than the mountains, shrank as if it were only four or five zhang long, and the dark golden dragon eyes were closed, and the breath disappeared, and it seemed to fall into a deep sleep again.

Before he had time to think about it carefully, Su Qinian's figure jumped and flickered, constantly dodging the torn cracks in the ground, this was a real earthquake, as if the world was destroyed, making people feel the majesty of the power of heaven and earth, and the powerlessness of being a weak creature in the world.

Su Qinian's speed is not fast, his blood is gushing, if he is imaginative, he shows a great speed, and even with the continuous running, the mantra of "Descending the Dragon Palm" continues to appear in his mind, the ancient imperial battle observed in the dark, the figure of the sackcloth and straw shoes gradually became one with his body, his steps slowed down, and a trace of indescribable majesty slowly emerged from his body, and the speed increased a lot, every step was taken, and it was enough to cross two, Thirty zhang, if there are beginner disciples who have completed the foundation building in the outer courtyard of Wudang see it, most of them will be stunned and sigh to themselves.

The earthquake lasted for a long time, and the demonic energy of the entire Moyun Mountain Range surged, the earth cracked and the mountains collapsed, and there was a scene of destruction everywhere.

Su Qinian also noticed that above the heavenly dome, the ninety-eight large cracks faintly showed signs of conclusion and fusion, and an undetectable shadow appeared in the eternal river of time and space.

Half an hour later.

After running for hundreds of miles, Su Qiannian finally tore through the last thin layer of demon mist and stepped out of the boundary of the Moyun Mountain Range.

Taking a big breath, he found an old locust tree that several people embraced, sat down cross-legged, swallowed a wisp of vitality liquid, and meditated to restore the consumed qi, blood and spirit.

In less than a stick of incense, he opened his eyes again, and saw hundreds of people in the Jianghu martial arts who were frightened and frightened, escaping from the depths of the mountain range, and there were still many garrisons.

Recite!

The sound of a sword sounded from the depths of the Moyun Mountain Range, and even the sound of the heavens and the earth sinking could not be concealed.

Not only Su Qinian, at this moment, almost everyone's minds, a purple Taoist robe, an old Taoist, looks a little old-fashioned, his beard is white, standing on the top of a glazed jade mountain at this time, his expression is solemn, and the sound of yang and broad sword roars rises on his body.

Wu Tianzhu Peak, Zhenwu Hall Tianwu Zhenren!

At this moment, the gaze of the first real person of this True Martial Hall was unprecedentedly solemn and sharp, and his gaze seemed to be able to pierce the heavens and the earth.

At the foot of the Blood Flail Mountain, there is no longer half a figure, and the eighteen inheritance stone doors have long disappeared, and cracks are derived on the mountain, intertwined like spider webs, and finally exploded with a bang, and the stones pierced through the air, and this Wudang real person stepped on the void, stood still, and the gravel was close to him, and the place before ten zhang was crushed by the invisible edge and became powder.

Looking up at the sky dome, the ninety-eight heavenly cracks that were about to be concluded, Tianwu Zhenren made a move.

In an instant, the sound of the sword roaring rose to the extreme, and the purple jade dust in his hand shattered, revealing a three-inch-long purple-red sword in it.

The sword mountain crossed the sky, with the sword fingers of Tianwu Zhenren swiping, going up against the sky, the tip of the sword flowed black and white yin and yang, it seemed that the heaven and earth were distorted at this moment, and a huge transparent Taiji diagram appeared above the entire Moyun Mountain Range. (The second more is sent, ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly pass, genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps! There is also a third update) (to be continued.) )