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"Conspiracies and schemes are nothing but shadows in the face of absolute power!"
Su Qinian's tone was firm, "God moves vigorously, a gentleman strives for self-improvement, villains appear, and a gentleman kills ghosts and gods with his blood!"
"Yes, I want to retreat!"
Qing Ye roared, and the fat man's body trembled. After not seeing him for a few days, he seemed to have become even more swollen.
Snapped!
This is when Qing Yu slapped him on the back of the head and scolded: "You idiot, without further ado, you and I will each receive a demon-slaying order and go down the mountain again. Regardless of whether we gain something or not, in eight days Must come back within a few days.”
With a thought in Su Qinian's heart, he understood Qing Yu's plan. He wanted to take advantage of going down the mountain to slay demons, to hone himself in life and death, and to push forward the cultivation of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". With his current eyesight, he could Look, the improvement of Qingyu and Qingyu's cultivation is really not trivial. In this short period of time, both of them have entered the seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". If they succeed in slaying demons, they will be able to comprehend it. The mental skills of the eighth level may not be able to make breakthroughs, but they can also be used as a reference to promote the perfection of the skills of the previous seven levels.
After a meal of demon bear broth, the two of them were about to go down the mountain, but were stopped by Su Qinian.
"Watch it."
Su Qinian shouted in a low voice, and Qing Yu and the other two were startled, and saw the stars in front of them changing from day to night.
The starry sky is vast, and a cold winter moon hangs for nine days.
The most important thing is that Su Qinian disappeared in front of him, and was replaced by a huge divine turtle with a black and yellow tortoise shell, an old skin that was more weathered than dead wood, and turtle palms full of wrinkles, as if an ancient sacred mountain was sitting there.
hold head high!
There was a roar like a dragon's roar, and I saw the turtle's head pointing towards the sky, aiming at the bright moon in the sky, and sucked hard.
The moonlight fell like a pillar, and it seemed as if the whole world began to collapse towards the mouth of the turtle. This was an amazing sight. Strange phenomena appeared on every piece of turtle shell that was larger than a millstone, including mountains, rivers, swords, guns, swords and halberds. , sun, moon and stars, many scenes intertwined, reflected in the eyes of the two people, and were constantly imprinted in their minds.
This is……
At this moment, the two of them still didn't understand what it was, but their eyes were shining. They observed carefully, kept remembering and confirming their own bodies. Many insights came to their hearts, their internal organs trembled slightly, and the blood in their bodies began to follow a certain pattern. The mysterious trajectory flows and gradually penetrates into the depths of the heart.
However, just a few breaths later, the world was shattered, the starry sky collapsed, and the sun shone brightly again, and they returned to Qingyang Palace again.
Looking at Su Qinian again, he looked pale, breathing heavily, and his eyes became extremely dim.
Without speaking, he glanced at Qing Yu and the two of them, then sat cross-legged and meditated, using the blood energy of the demon bear from his breakfast to replenish his energy and restore his energy.
After burning the incense, Su Qinian opened his eyes. His mental strength was still a little weak, but he had recovered by about 60%.
For the first time, he used the soul-destroying technique to create such a magnificent illusion. On another day, he reappeared the divine form of the turtle engraved in his memory. From the moment when his mental power was used to outline the divine form of the turtle, the consumption increased sharply. However, In just a few breaths, his mental energy was almost exhausted.
"Could it be..."
The fat man stared at Su Qinian with wide eyes, but when he turned around, he saw that Qingyu had already waved his hand and went straight out of the palace gate. He scratched his head and did not ask after all, but his eyes still shone and he patted Su. Qin Nian looked over his shoulder, winked, and whispered: "Come back a few times when senior brother comes back. Senior brother will bring you good wine. By the way, do you want a flower girl?"
Su Qinian rolled his eyes when he heard this, slapped his fat palm away, turned around and left.
Pouting his lips, the fat man also turned around, muttering to himself: "Why are you so shy? When I was a kid, the fat man often peeked at Erhua next door taking a bath. Well, don't look at anything inappropriate, it's not a gentleman's way. But the girl at the foot of the mountain is so beautiful..."
Not far away, the corner of Su Qinian's mouth twitched, and he was speechless at the fat man's distracting thoughts.
…
Qingyang Peak is ten miles away.
This is a spiritual peak shrouded in white clouds, with white cranes flying and phoenixes building nests. The top of the mountain is shrouded in glow and purple air. A clear waterfall falls more than 400 feet, and it looks like a long river of golden light in the sun, brilliant and brilliant.
On the top of the peak, there are many pavilions and pavilions, flowing water and mountain springs, carved railings and jade inlays, and highly carved eaves and teeth. Everything is exquisite and overflowing with splendor.
In the center of these many pavilions and pavilions, a tall building rises ninety-nine feet high, with purple light shining all over it and dotted with gold stars. If you look carefully, you can see that it is entirely made of rosewood.
In the Han Dynasty, golden nanmu and rosewood were both used by the royal family, and private people were not allowed to go beyond customization. But here is such a huge rosewood high-rise. Looking at the thick patina under the sun, you know that it must have gone through at least more than ten years. years of accumulation.
This is the source of the purple energy.
At this moment, on the top of the tall building, a middle-aged man wearing a light gold Taoist robe stood tall, with a whisk in his hand that shone like golden light, like condensed sunlight.
"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. My Purple Light Tower is ninety-nine feet high. I wonder if it can reach the tenth level of thunder tribulation, the ultimate state of pure Yang soul..."
The light gold Taoist robe fluttered slightly. The middle-aged man had long sideburns and slender eyebrows. His eyes seemed to be filled with golden light, like glazed jade, with the appearance of thunder and lightning.
Immediately afterwards, as if he thought of something, the middle-aged man flicked the dust in his hand, with a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "So what about the "Life-breaking Knife", five hundred years have passed and I still want to be reborn. The past will eventually be Annihilation, only now can we grasp the future, this is the supreme way of heaven and the endless cycle of time."
…
Chang'an City.
Among the high green tile walls of the palace, a group of officials wearing brocade court uniforms walked out of the palace gate. The guards guarding them remained silent and looked in awe.
Immediately afterwards, the commanding officer of the group of more than ten people carefully moved out of the way. Different from the side door they had entered and exited before, a golden nan carriage with four horses and horses slowly drove out of the main entrance until it slowly disappeared from the main entrance. At the end of the street, the dozen or so officials started walking again. Their eyes were filled with fear and awe, some were angry, some were envious, and many expressions intertwined with each other.
But from the beginning to the end, no one dared to talk. It was not until these people left that a guard on duty hesitated and said: "Which prince was it just now, or which concubine in the harem, but even if it is the queen, there is no The Ministry of Etiquette has issued a document stating that unless there is a ceremony to worship heaven during the annual festival, I am afraid that the main entrance cannot be opened."
"Silence!"
Another guard was shocked when he heard this, and immediately shouted. He took a deep breath until half the stick of incense had passed, and said with lingering fear: "You have just entered the palace, and the recklessness on the battlefield needs to be restrained. How many masters are there in this palace? Those adults who were hiking just now, many of them are first-class Hunyuan realm masters, if you speak like this, they can hear you from miles away."
"There is also that golden nan BMW chariot. Remember, you must not collide with it. It is the chariot of Lord Lingtong, the master of the arsenal of the current dynasty. Lord Ling has a great royal favor and a different surname. He is a rare master among hundreds of officials, a top figure in the legend. He is the emperor's honor and favor when he walks in the front door. How can you make rash comments? It's not that I am cowardly, but to tell you the truth, this palace There are so many forces entangled inside and outside the palace, including the empresses in the harem and the relatives behind them. They all show their magical powers and engage in many business struggles. For guards like us, there are countless old and new ones in the palace every year. Where are the old people? Either you will be favored and promoted, or your head will fall to the ground."
hiss!
The guard who spoke suddenly took a breath of cold air and his face turned pale. He had never been so frightened when he was wrapped in horse-leather on the battlefield in the early years. Now he actually misses the days when the sword head licked blood, at least he is not as trembling and walking on thin ice as he is now.
…
winter solstice.
It snows heavily in the Wudang Mountains, with clusters of snowflakes bigger than goose feathers, completely dyeing the 400-mile Wudang Mountains white.
Qingyang Palace.
Su Qinian looked at the thick ice hanging on the eaves outside the palace. A bonfire was burning in front of him, with a golden deer roasted on it.
The smell of meat was astonishing, 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 and the bitter cold on the frontier. He had read the geography of the Celestial Dynasty. At this time, it should have reached a climate where the breath turned into ice, which was more than twice as cold as the Wudang Mountains. Historical records recorded that many soldiers stationed at this time could not stand it. It was so cold that I froze to death on the north coast. (Updated at noon. There are a little few recommendation votes today. Please come and vote. Well, continue to ask for favorites.)
