The Venerable waved his fingers, and the two teleported above the sea. The waves were sparkling, the sea and the sky were the same color, and the space suddenly opened up.
The two of them were ten feet apart, standing still. The venerable said: "As quiet as a virgin, with full concentration, it is really extraordinary!" He spread out his colorful cassock, a strong wind blew, huge waves spread outward, and the sound of the waves covered his ears. deaf.
He laughed loudly, drowning out the sound of the huge waves, "I am about to take action, young man, be careful!"
He flicked the middle finger of his right hand, and the golden light was like a knife. The water surface was split in half, and exploded, revealing a sea chasm. The power of the golden light was overwhelming, and Qinglan's barrier was at the cusp of the storm, and was pushed out a hundred feet away by the huge force. The seven-color barrier was dazzling and despite the huge force, it did not break.
When the wind calmed down, Qinglan teleported to the front again, her heart and blood surged, and she said with her head: "The venerable one can destroy the world with just a snap of his fingers. I appreciate your mercy, my disciple!"
The Venerable did not make a move right away, but his eyes were intense, as if he wanted to dig out the secret in his heart. He stood quietly for a moment, then suddenly made a move, lightly twirling his fingers, and a golden lotus flew into the air, and then turned into five rays of golden light and fell from the sky. The move seemed fierce, but it didn't cause any waves. The golden light went straight into the barrier. Qinglan's hand was like lightning, two fingers flying scissoring. The golden light dispersed. Between the lightning and stone fire, there was still a ray passing through his body. Qinglan touched her chest with her hand and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
"The Venerable's 'Exquisite Finger' unique skill may seem ordinary, but it can penetrate the soul and injure the enemy invisible. The disciples are thrown to the ground! Please use the third move!"
The Venerable flicked his sleeves and gave him a back view, "I already know your origin, there is no need to fight anymore. That's all, I allow you to enter the mirror!"
Qinglan bowed to him and thanked him. His venerable eyes were long and long, "After your master entered the mirror thirty years ago, he didn't say a word. He was fueled by obsessions in his heart, which was of no use to his practice. Whether you succeed or fail, it's all God's will. I hope you can Deal with it calmly and don't become obsessed with it."
Qinglan nodded, and the two of them moved to the "Tianyahai Pavilion". The venerable waved his sleeves, and the door of the pavilion opened. The venerable said again: "In exchange, I would also like to ask you to give me some advice."
Qinglan smiled and said, "When I come out of the mirror, I will definitely tell you everything I know!" He then asked, "What other wishes do you have for 'Zhou Tianjing'?"
"If you talk about others, I will teach you earnestly, but as for you, it will be superfluous!"
After the venerable left, Qinglan immediately entered the pavilion. There were huanghuali brackets on both sides, displaying all kinds of rare treasures. It was a dazzling array, but he turned a blind eye and walked down the spiral escalator. On the second floor were all kinds of weapons and artifacts, shining with strange lights. He continued to descend without even looking at them. On the third underground floor, there are all kinds of ancient books, including bamboo slips, wood carvings, tortoise shells, inscriptions, and various ancient thread-bound books. He knows that these are all secrets of cultivation through the ages, and any one of them may make you unique in the world. He looked arrogant, but he did not stop and continued to descend.
At the end of the stairs, there is a transparent water wall, with flowing waves, as if it is about to pour down at any time. Qinglan didn't hesitate and went straight into it. The mist obscured her eyes, and suddenly she saw a crystal-carved room. The light was as bright as if she were in a fairyland. The huge room was empty, except for a strange mirror placed in one corner.
The mirror is five feet high, and its edges are like flowing water waves, erratic. The surface of the mirror is smooth and smooth, but it cannot cast any shadow. Qinglan leaned over and tapped her fingertips. The mirror surface was stirred and scattered like ripples. A soft sigh seemed to come from her ears. It seemed to be there but not at all. It was deep and penetrating. It went straight into the mind, making people shiver and tremble.
Qinglan stirred the mirror surface with her fingers, forming a vortex that suddenly swelled and swallowed him up like a giant mouth.
What he saw in front of him was a misty valley, with towering cliffs on both sides, and the white rocks gave off a dim light. He lowered his body and walked quickly, condensing a seven-color long sword in his right hand. The tip of the sword scratched the rock and burst out a string of sparks. There were several roars in the mist, and several strange beasts collided head-on. Qinglan swung her sword and slashed, flesh and blood flying everywhere. The mist was suddenly disturbed, and the roars of beasts came and went, all converging here.
Qinglan slashed all the way, tearing apart the beasts like arrows, but the strange beasts seemed to be endless, surrounding him.
The long sword in his hand suddenly became gigantic, with seven-colored rays of dazzling light. He slashed with all his strength, tearing a long gap into the beasts. He ran quickly, and in front of him was an iron suspension bridge. Under the bridge, there was a river of lava, and the heat wave hit his face, creating a light wave of destruction.
Suddenly, a snow-white giant ape descended from the sky. It struck the ground with its fists, making a loud sound that shook the sky and caused gravel to fly. Then, it let out a roar, sprayed white mist from its mouth, and Qinglan instantly fell into nothingness.
In a daze, he was still a little boy, huddled under the eaves, and the light rain kept falling. A wild dog ran towards him carrying a steamed bun, and he pounced on it, competing for food.
The scene turned, and the master was combing his hair, slender fingers running through his long hair, leaving an intoxicating tenderness...
A flash of light flashed in his mind, bringing him back to reality. He hurriedly swung his sword to block, and met the white ape's giant fist. He was thrown a few feet away, and the white ape also had several fingers cut off, and blood spattered. It let out a high-pitched roar, and the alien beasts regrouped and surrounded it.
"A mortal, underestimating his own abilities, still wants to break through the ancient seal? In 'Zhou Tianjing', we are all gods and will never die." The white ape actually spoke human words and was extremely arrogant.
Qinglan remained silent and silently performed her mysterious skills. A seven-color barrier rose up around her body. All the beasts swarmed over her like a tide. The barrier was like a boat on the tip of the waves, being ravaged by all kinds of things, but it was not broken and could not be destroyed.
Qinglan's skill has reached its peak. The seven-color light suddenly bursts out like the sun, with overwhelming power. The beasts are instantly wiped out.
White Ape's defense was high and he was knocked to the ground. Qinglan's long sword shot out quickly and sank into his chest. He lightly twisted his fingertips and the sword exploded. White Ape's body turned into flesh and blood.
Qinglan sneered and said: "You are immortal beasts, but you can't recover instantly. This is enough!" He used his ultimate move, but was exhausted. He staggered onto the bridge, staggered, and almost fell. He gritted his teeth and persisted. , holding the iron rope in hand, walked to the bridge step by step.
It was a deep cave, so deep that you couldn't even see your fingers. Qinglan entered the cave and held on to the cave wall. Only his heavy breathing could be heard in the silence. Further forward, a little red light became brighter and brighter, and suddenly it became clear that it was a huge stone hall with a spring of magma in the middle, spewing hot torrents. It turned out that this was the source of the river of magma.
Above the rock spring, there is a giant demon trapped, covered with seven-color scales, with a thin face and a faint blue light in his eyes. He sighed softly, which was the breathtaking voice outside the mirror, "After decades, someone finally came to see me! Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Qinglan bowed and saluted, "Mr. Gongye, you are the god of wisdom in the demon world. You are trapped here and suffering. I express my deepest sympathy."
"It's asking for help, sweet talk, but I like it!" He shook his body excitedly, and the iron ropes around him jingled.
"My master entered the White Realm Holy Land and his body crystallized. He was unable to control himself. I came here to ask the devil for advice!"
Gongye smiled, "Why should I help you? What's in it for me?"
Qinglan stretched out her right palm, and a seven-color light glowed, echoing the light of Gongye's scale armor. "I heard that the devil is a man of his word. You must know the origin between me and my husband. You helping me is just a continuation of the previous promise. ."
Demon God Gongye thought for a moment and nodded, "What you said makes sense!" He bit his lips lightly and spit out a blood-red circle, which slowly solidified and fell into Qinglan's palm. "My blood has infinite repair ability. Implanting this ring into the crystallized outer realm can prevent its spread."
Qinglan took away the blood ring, flicked her fingertips, and a ray of white light enveloped the demon god's body. He was refreshed and felt extremely happy. "This is the spiritual dew from the spiritual spring that I sent to help you resist the scorching heat. It is also a reward for your kindness!"
Qinglan left, and Gongye's voice came from behind, "It's great for a young man to repay his kindness! I will give you a piece of advice for free. Your ability exceeds my expectations, but you must know that it is enough and follow the will of God. If you go against nature, you will be punished." Backfired!"
Qinglan came out of the pavilion, and the venerable was waiting outside. "You are indeed a unique genius. You can enter and exit Zhoutian calmly. I admire you!"
Qinglan saluted him, and then with her fingertips flying, she wrote four big characters "Buddha's gilded body" in the air. Then the seven-colored light shines in the palm of the hand and condenses into a rune in the air...
Three days later, Lingxian opened an altar in the Sky Pavilion and announced that she had broken through the bottleneck of cultivation and that her skills had greatly increased. Her green hair was flying and she was full of energy. The disciples cheered and made noises, and the sound shook the sky.
Someone loudly suggested: "Please master, please show me your magical skills and open your eyes to the sisters!" Everyone agreed, and the atmosphere reached a climax again.
Lingxian was full of interest and signaled all the disciples to retreat. Then he lightly twisted his orchid fingers, and the entire Lingcui Island was suddenly awakened. Countless vines covered the sky and covered the earth, growing wildly towards the sky, like thousands of snakes dancing wildly. She twisted her fingertips again, and the vines blossomed, and suddenly the smoke disappeared. Flowers rained down from the sky, and the fragrance filled the world.
All the disciples were as if they were crazy. What a momentum this was. It was enough to control the entire fairy island. This was something that only gods could do. The disciples were speechless and silent for a moment, then roared with cheers, drowning everything else.
Qingzi glanced secretly, and saw Qinglan hiding in a corner, her face calm, but her eyes also showed joy. She stepped forward and called "junior brother". Qinglan turned to look at her, her eyes still full of youthful expression.
Just as Qingzi was about to speak, Lingxian waved his disciples to disperse. Then he waved to Qinglan, and the two of them walked into the spiritual spring one after the other.
Qingzi felt lost, and a chuckle came from behind, "Master broke through the entrance, the sisters were happy and excited, why is the senior sister alone lost?"
Before she could answer, Qingxing made a face and said, "It turns out that the dream of mandarin ducks and butterflies disturbed senior sister!"
Qingzi was so embarrassed that she turned around and greeted her with a pink fist, and they got into a scuffle with her.
Entering the secret room, Lingxian gently undressed Luo Shang and exposed her chest. After Qinglan inspected it, she said: "The blood of the demon god perfectly suppresses the crystallization. You can rest assured to release the power of the 'Crystal Demonic Heart'."
Lingxian lightly buttoned his clothes and Qinglan continued: "Everything is executed according to plan. You can safely move to the Sky Pavilion and leave it to the disciples to arrange it..."
