Without stopping over the Shui family, Zhang Qing turned to the other direction and walked away.
He came and went lightly, but it caused huge waves in the Shui family. A rising star from the Zhang family actually defeated their head.
Zhang Qing naturally ignored what happened after his death. His goal had been achieved, and now it was time to explore this fragmented space.
Although his cultivation level was already that of a golden lotus, Zhang Qing found that in this world, the Five Elements were always more convenient.
Not in terms of speed, but in terms of the fit with the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth.
"This world lacks spiritual energy, but it has veins of spiritual stones, which is quite strange."
Zhang Qing saw the members of the family who were nervously mining spiritual stones. The fire-attributed spiritual stones were amazing.
Continuing towards the distance, after traveling thousands of miles, his wind and rain order finally responded.
Thinking about the information, Zhang Qing's eyes flickered, but soon it was too late.
The distance between Fengyu Ling was not long, and when Zhang Qing got the news, someone also discovered him through some means.
"Stop comers, this is our Lin family's holy land."
Zhang Qing looked at that person. He only remembered two things about these people wearing golden armor.
One thing is that he and Zhang Junye intercepted this group of people when they were fighting for the Star Stone.
The other one is the city that fell into Yunmengze.
After thinking deeply for a moment, Zhang Qing bowed his hands towards this person and retreated.
And at the moment he turned around, the desolate ground below suddenly erupted with violent vibrations. A black crack like a coiled snake spread to both sides, and then a touch of emerald green appeared in the crack.
Towering trees rise from the ground, growing hundreds of feet into the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the dense canopy, each yellow fruit is dazzling.
Seeing this scene, the face of the person who blocked Zhang Qing changed, "This is our territory, leave quickly!"
Zhang Qing naturally ignored it and suddenly grabbed the fruit on the tree.
The flames turned into giant palms and grabbed dozens of fruits, while several other flames blasted towards other directions of the giant tree.
"If you stop me, no one will benefit."
Hearing Zhang Qing's voice, the man also looked gloomy, and then took action to block Zhang Qing's flames.
As soon as he came and went, Zhang Qing naturally took dozens of fruits and fled away.
The fragrance coming from the tip of his nose made Zhang Qing feel relaxed and happy, "Unfortunately, this place is a bit far from the family."
With one bite, the rich spiritual energy made Zhang Qing have no doubt that one bite would be able to break through the bottleneck for the monks on the third floor of the foundation building.
Later, Zhang Qing thought of the information in the Wind and Rain Order. The place where the ancient Lin clan settled, there was also a vein of spiritual stone with this attribute.
However, this wealthy clan was indifferent to the spirit stone veins as if they could not see it.
Among them, almost all the monks above Golden Lotus were looking for something.
After flying no more than ten miles away, Zhang Qing landed on the edge of a huge rift valley, and in front of him, a dark crack exuded a cold aura.
The biting coldness prevented Zhang Qing from being careless, and just when he was about to test it, a dazzling golden light rose into the sky from the rift valley.
A brilliant curtain of light surged into the sky like a waterfall, and a sharp scream resounded through the endless sky around it.
Zhang Qing looked at the golden giant bird in surprise. Its mountain-like body had nine tail feathers scattered behind it, and its sacred head showed no spirituality, as if it were a completely dead thing.
In fact, it is almost the same. On the back of the golden bird, there is a magnificent and sacred palace.
In the light surrounding the palace, there were faint flashes of lightning and thunder, and waves of water and fire.
There are thousands of swords and weapons sweeping and dancing among them, fairies are ethereal, and gods and generals are majestic.
The giant bird was not very fast, but Zhang Qing still did not fly up rashly, because several streaks of light had appeared on the horizon in the distance, flying towards this place at a terrifying speed.
The monks in the Tianmen Realm looked feverishly at the palace above the giant bird, and the middle-aged man murmured words such as the fairy world.
On the other side, a purple tiger demon roared, unable to suppress its desire, and pounced towards the giant bird.
"How dare you, demon? This is a relic of my fairy court!"
Several monks roared as they also rushed towards the giant bird, trying to seize the first opportunity.
But before they could board the palace carried by the giant bird, wisps of white smoke floated in the huge cracks, and a terrifying cold air erupted.
The first demon roared in terror, and was instantly frozen by a chill, before falling into the dark rift valley.
The faces of the monks behind them changed greatly, but their speed could not be faster than those few wisps of white smoke, and they were frozen and fell in an instant.
Zhang Qing stared at this scene blankly. Several people from the Tianmen Realm came with great momentum, but in the end they fell without even jumping a few times?
At this moment, the look in the eyes of the golden giant bird was completely different. It was so terrifying even before it got close.
"Can't stay." Zhang Qing stepped away and left. This seemingly desolate fragmented world was far from being as simple as imagined and contained a lot of murderous intent.
After traveling for dozens of miles, Zhang Qingyou sensed the message from the Wind and Rain Order, which came from An Lan of the Immortal Temple. They were hunting some mysterious creature deep in the spirit stone veins, hoping to plunder the immortal material in their body.
Of course, Zhang Qing didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing. After writing down the location of the Immortal Temple, he left the place.
But just after he moved and took a few breaths, the sky not far away cracked.
A vast amount of brilliance shines, and infinite spiritual energy pours out from the crack.
"Is this... a thirty-three-day fragment?" Zhang Qing opened his eyes wide, and even he couldn't help but lose his composure at this moment.
"It should be the fragments of the thirty-three days hidden in the million mountains, which were stepped out by the Xuanwu God."
Zhang Qing guessed the truth. If the thirty-three-day fragment had an owner, it would be absolutely impossible for it to appear in this way. After all, even the Zhang family's secret realm of fairy fire was as stable as a mountain.
"Among them, there may be a powerful inheritance of thirty-three days."
There were figures in the sky from all directions approaching the dazzling light. Zhang Qing took a deep look at the thirty-three days of fragments, and then moved away.
Thirty-three days of fragments are not easy to obtain, as the ancestors of the Zhang family have long proven.
An hour later, Zhang Qing flew into the air from among the ruins, his majestic mana boiling, and his expression was extremely unkind.
He stared at the sky, at the vast void.
"Wherever I go, there are opportunities to be born. Are you worried that I will live too comfortably?"
He roared in a low voice, and behind him, among the ruins of earth and rocks, a white jade altar stood. In the center of the altar, luxurious glass beads quietly showed off his wealth, and strands of light twined around them, showing his noble and extraordinary life experience.
At the moment of exposure, all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth converged on this glass bead.
Zhang Qing felt that he seemed to have found the reason why the spiritual energy in this fragment was not abundant.
Having learned too much from the past, Zhang Qing did not dare to get close to the altar, and ignored the flying monks and demons from the horizon, and went straight around to the distance.
After burning the incense, Zhang Qing's cassock had turned cyan, and his face was covered by a silver-white mask. It was no problem to block the common golden lotus.
"We have to find an opportunity to forge something better." Zhang Qing murmured in a low voice.
However, within a few breaths of the calm atmosphere, Zhang Qing felt the ground beneath his feet shaking, and then everything he saw was filled with instinctive fear.
Zhang Qing could feel the emotions around him, because he was the same at this moment, and was brought into fear by the whole world.
The ground cracked, blood-colored light surged up, and there was a faint black light wandering. In the darkness, Zhang Qing caught a glimpse of some kind of bright metal reflecting light.
Something happened to the peerless weapon, and this time, Zhang Qing had no way to escape.
"Since you want to play, then I'll play with you and see if you can kill me."
With a very spicy look in his eyes, Qinglian transformed into Zhang Qing and walked out, "I am the one."
Then Qinglian turned incarnate and looked at the bloody light in front of her, and walked over calmly.
The incarnation of Qinglian exists between reality and reality, and represents the essence of Zhang Qing's endless magic power.
The murderous intent and fear around him were ignored by the incarnation until he approached the edge of the black air.
"If it is really a weapon, it should be controlled by someone and run around randomly. How can it be decent?"
With a flash of light, Qinglian's incarnation looked at her outstretched palm, which was smooth and flat without a drop of blood flowing out.
Even when he looked at his disappearing arm, he didn't feel anything was wrong.
He saw it, but his body didn't react at all. He was missing an arm.
"So fast!" The incarnation whispered, then looked at the book in his hand and smiled helplessly.
After the words fell, the whole person began to emit light, but there was a trace of blood in the light.
He died, cut into billions of parts by the fierce murderous intent. The time process did not exceed one ten thousandth of a breath. In comparison, the broken arm was the largest piece of corpse.
Behind him, Zhang Qing's face was expressionless, and his avatar was still himself. He already knew what was going on.
After a moment, the new Qinglian incarnation came out beside him.
"If you don't die, I will never die. I will be one of the Three Pure Ones, endless."
Qinglian's incarnation still looked like a scholar, with a calm expression, as if the death just now had not affected him at all.
And in his hand, the cyan scroll had a faint gleam of blood.
He walked forward again, resolutely coming into contact with the terrifying murderous intent.
There was no accident. The body was once again torn into billions of parts, and the naked eye could not see the subtle appearance of the flesh and blood all over the sky.
This time, not even an arm was left for him.
"You are always a weapon. If no one controls you, you will always be just a dead thing."
"Just like now, you should be wondering why I came alive and appeared in front of you."
Qinglian's incarnation stood in front of the bloody murderous intention, and once again stretched out her palm.
"Is this really possible?" Zhang Qing looked at the avatar calmly. He suddenly felt that the avatar was still a little different from himself.
For example, the way of thinking and decisive character.
"I will succeed, otherwise I, you will die here too?" Qinglian's incarnation said with a smile.
Appearing again, the bloody murderous intention has become hesitant. As the palm extends into the blood, the result is still the same as before.
Once, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times.
Zhang Qing stood there for several hours, while Qinglian's incarnation died no less than a thousand times.
Finally, the incarnation of Qinglian was no longer killed instantly.
The book in his hand shone with blood-colored light. Qinglian's incarnation looked at the void in front of her, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
"Your power is back to you!"
As the words fell, the book flipped, skipping the first two golden pages, skipping dozens or hundreds of blanks, and finally stopped at a piece of black and red intertwined paper.
In the center of the paper, there is a vague stone platform, with a three-foot-long sword stuck diagonally on the stone platform, and gurgling blood flows from the gap between the two.
"I caught you!" The avatar held an illusory long sword in his hand.
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the terrifying bloody light reflected the unobstructed sky.
The sword in his hand was struggling, frantically releasing all the secrets he had accumulated over the years.
However, it is the same force that suppresses it.
Two breaths of the same origin appeared on Qinglian's incarnation.
When a shadow that was indistinguishable from the long sword in his hand appeared behind the incarnation, Zhang Qing in the distance could clearly feel it, and even the weapon was stunned.
It didn't understand why its power was controlled by this weak ant and used against itself.
He also didn't understand where the other sword that was the same as his came from.
"I've got you." Two murderous intentions clashed invisibly. No one could do anything about the other. They were exactly the same.
"The infinite dharma in the world is all in my heart."
Qinglian's incarnation said calmly, and in front of him, the cyan scroll became quiet.
The vague stone platform, illusory sword and blood above are solidifying little by little.
"Deaths a thousand times have completely recreated that murderous intention. I'm afraid no one else could be able to sustain it, right?"
Zhang Qing smiled and said, but for him, such consumption is not even the tip of the iceberg.
The world of clouds in the dantian inside the body is only rolling slightly, and there is no visible consumption at all.
"The Flower of Qi..."
All the murderous intent and blood around him dimmed and disappeared. Also disappearing was Zhang Qing, who transformed into Zhang Qing.
I am left alone in the same place, facing the domineering golden lotus trees in the sky.
"What do you mean by this?"
Zhang Qing stayed here for several hours. There were people around him who had been attracted by the movement. They were waiting outside because they were helpless against the fierce killing.
"Who are you? Where is the murder weapon here?" Someone yelled, and they guessed that the movement here must be related to the magic weapon.
Tianmen Realm gave up here for the opportunity, but they couldn't.
"The thing is not on me, it disappeared on its own."
"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the immortal soldiers, otherwise you will die!"
Zhang Qing looked at the man coldly and said in a cold voice: "Do you think I got that weapon?"
"Then you haven't thought about it. Now that I've got it, do I still need to be afraid of you losers?"
"How dare you, bastard!"
Zhang Qing pointed his finger at these people, "You think you have an opportunity in me, you might as well... give it a try!"
"Let's see if I can activate the immortal weapon that I have suppressed and refined! Can I kill you like a pig or a dog?"
Zhang Qing stood proudly on the ground facing dozens of golden lotuses.
