Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 451 The world fights for life, doomed! (one more)

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A whole stick of incense has passed.

In the depths of the Taoist monastery, Su Qinian lightened all over, and the Qi mechanism locked by the sky eye disappeared.

The innate realm is running, Su Qinian absorbs the vitality liquid in the melting furnace of light, the original breath flows, nourishes the internal organs, and replenishes the spirit.

At this moment, the entire city of Chang'an exploded.

Whether it is the martial arts masters who are in Chang'an City at this time, or the big official families, and many wealthy families, their hearts are swaying. In the Taoist temple, the king who has been dormant for many days made another move. The one who came out was number one on the Primordial Spirit List, known as the only unparalleled force in ancient and modern times.

Many experts are guessing, especially some of the top Yuanshen figures in Chang'an City who have been sitting in one side for a long time, are extremely jealous of the number one Yuanshen of the dynasty. In front of him, although there is only one seal, the depth of cultivation and the high level of the human king can already be seen.

"Eight seals of the human king, this is just one seal. Rumor has it that there are also the seal of Fan Tian, ​​the seal of the world of mortals, the seal of the eight desolations, the seal of splitting gods, the seal of bright heart, the seal of pure yang, and the seal of the king of men."

"I really want to see the complete Eight Seals of Renwang, what kind of demeanor it is."

"The inheritance of the Heavenly Emperor City does not ask about closeness, but only about fate. I don't know who the next generation of Heavenly Emperor will be."

Some masters lamented that since the days of darkness, there was originally only one Heavenly Emperor in the Heavenly Emperor City, but now there is another Human King, who claims to be the only one in ancient and modern times.

Some people are also guessing, what kind of accident happened to the little god Su Qinian, the peak master of Qingyang Peak, even the eye of the sky was aroused.

If it was the life-saving sword robbery, could it be said that he had already broken the sword barrier and the curse of the predecessors?

This is no small matter. With his current achievements, if he breaks through the life-saving knife barrier, then he will really return to the sea and really rise, there is no doubt about it.

For the next three days, there was an undercurrent in the city of Chang'an, and all kinds of figures appeared outside the alleys of the Taoist temple. There were also masters from various sects and families who happened to be in Chang'an and came to visit the Taoist temple at this moment.

Su Qinian did not show up, only the old courtyard master received the crowd, and many famous masters hesitated to speak.

The old man saw everything in his eyes, he didn't say anything, and for this great man who once dominated the world, even if he fell into the mortal world now, many masters would not dare to be rude every time they glanced darkly into the depths of the monastery.

Everyone knows that the king of men is not only unrivaled in martial arts, but also unparalleled in dominance. If he provokes that one to attack, there are few people in this world who can stop him except the quasi-sage of destiny.

Three days later, in the quiet courtyard, Su Qinian's white hair danced lightly. He opened his eyes, his eyes were calm and gentle, without any light leaking out.

After three full days of recuperation, he melted away all the hidden wounds in his body one by one, and also integrated the many killing experiences along the way during his trip to Chang'an.

Especially in the battle with the sword king from Jiuyou, Su Qinian realized a life-saving sword, forty-nine swords. Of the twenty-one knives, there are only six knives left.

However, Su Qinian, as the one with the deepest foundation among the inheritors of the Xiuming Dao in the past dynasties, thinks that when he realizes one or two kinds of profound mysteries of the origin of light, and reaches the first-class Hunyuan state, perhaps he only needs to realize one or two more swords , This body of force will definitely take a solid step on the road to the holy ban.

Standing up, Su Qinian looked forward, and the king stood with his hands behind his back, his back to him.

Bowing to the king, Su Qinian solemnly said: "Thank you, senior, for your help."

Three days ago, the Human King made a strong attack and defeated the Sky Eye. In the dark, through the dragon soul, Su Qinian vaguely felt that there seemed to be some kind of unspeakable connection between himself and the Human King.

It seems that this is what Buddhism calls cause and effect, and what Taoism calls calamity.

If you bear the calamity that belongs to you, you must bear the cause and effect that you should have.

The human king didn't turn around, but said lightly: "Go."

Taking a deep look at the King's back, Su Qinian understood this man's temperament, and without saying anything, turned around and walked out of the yard.

Not long after Su Qinian walked out of the courtyard, the voice belonging to the King of Kings sounded again, calm and steady, as if it contained all the vicissitudes of the world.

"Follow the sky, fight for your life, fight for your life against the sky, and fight for your life in the world of mortals!"

"Road to Road, very Avenue."

Su Qinian was shaken all over, the king seemed to mean something, there was something in his words, although he didn't say it clearly, but Su Qinian had already learned something from it, he wanted to really break the doom that belonged to the life-saving knife, and continue his life. Okay, it's not as simple as replenishing longevity, this will be an unprecedented breakthrough.

Walking out of the depths of the Taoist monastery, Su Qinian saw some disciples of the Taoist monastery returning one after another.

"Master."

Even though they were contemporaries, many young disciples looked at this young man who was a few years younger than them at this time, and all that was left was awe.

For such a young taboo strong man, looking at the entire Han territory, there are several people in the same generation who are invincible, and they are already pushing the same generation.

And relying on that psychic sword, in the eyes of many disciples of the Taoist school, the young principal's martial strength, not to mention the top figure who is truly comparable to the Taoist primordial spirit, and the martial arts master, will not be too far behind, at least not completely. There is no power to resist.

Such age, such achievements, undoubtedly made them feel ashamed.

And from the moment they saw his white hair, all the Taoist disciples understood that the doom of death was not over yet, and the young master had not really broken free from the shackles.

Even, he went further and further in the calamity, and the vicissitudes of life in his body were so strong that even ordinary people could see that there was not much time left for him.

Su Qinian walked out of the monastery, walked through the deep alley, and walked onto the long street of Huangdao.

At this moment, he stepped into the eyes of the entire Chang'an city again.

The young man with white hair and his old age really shocked many people.

Some people showed regret, while others breathed a sigh of relief. There are so many forces that it is difficult to describe them all.

Dahan Zhengyipin, Ling Houjue's Mansion.

The green shirt was clean and tidy, but it was refined from the silk of a hundred-year-old silkworm, worth a hundred gold.

Ling Tong stood in front of a blooming lotus pond, and the old housekeeper stood beside him.

"With gray hair, it looks like he's running out of time."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ling Tong's mouth, and he said, "If you want to gain the power, you have to pay the price. This is life!"

After a pause, Ling Tong frowned again and said, "Is this son going to Zhenyao Palace?"

"Yes, sir." The old housekeeper replied.

"Suppressing Demon King's Mansion?" Ling Tong murmured, a playful look slowly emerged from the corners of his mouth, "Liu Zeng'an, guarding the frontier of the West Sea, has been dormant for so many years, is he restless? It's really exciting, I don't know him How far has the deduction of "Chiyang Town Demon Art" reached..."

Town Demon Palace.

When Su Qinian came again, the servants in front of the gate of the palace were startled. In the past three days, the city of Chang'an had been undercurrents. The white-haired boy, now not only possesses martial strength that can be called a taboo for youth, but also carries a psychic sword, and is also the master of Wudang Qingyang Peak, the head of a top family and sect, and his status is respected.

There was no need for Su Qinian to open his mouth, someone came into the mansion to report immediately, and soon, the old butler with a thin figure and a goatee came out of the mansion, bowed slightly to Su Qinian and said: "I have seen Qingyang Peak host!"

Su Qinian dodged immediately, put one hand on the old butler's arms, refused to accept the gift, and said with a wry smile: "Senior has displeased this junior. Back then, I escorted this junior into Wudang, worked hard all the way, and took good care of me. This junior's great kindness has not yet been paid off." Thank you, how dare you accept such a big gift from seniors, your status in the world is not an official official, seniors should not care about it."

Su Qinian said it sincerely, when he became a death row prisoner on probation and was escorted to Shiyan Prefecture, Hubei Province, it was the old housekeeper who protected him all the way. If it wasn't for this, he might not have been able to reach Wudang Mountain alive.

There was a smile on the corner of the old butler's mouth, and he stopped being polite, got up and said: "The peak master is looking for the princess, I'll let someone guide you."

Su Qinian's eyes froze, and the old housekeeper's smile was quite playful, and the deep meaning in it, even with Su Qinian's current state of mind, could not help but feel a little embarrassed.

Hanyang Court.

When he came to this secluded courtyard, Su Qinian breathed a sigh of relief. The old housekeeper's last leaving gaze made him feel a little thorny. Compared with this, he would rather fight to the death with that Nine Nether Sword King again. .

Taking a deep breath, Su Qinian walked into Hanyang Garden, and saw a simple and elegant pavilion. A girl in a plain white dress was sitting at a stone table, boiling a pot of tea.

Su Qinian came to the stone table and sat down, watching the girl wash, share and order tea. The girl looked cool and beautiful, but her jade neck, which was as white as suet, slowly turned a faint blush.

One breath, two breaths... ten breaths, half a stick of incense.

Su Qinian didn't move, the girl finally couldn't bear it anymore, she raised her head and gave him a hard look.

Su Qinian smiled sheepishly, then restrained himself, and said in a deep voice: "He's here."

The girl was slightly stunned, and then she came to her senses, and a bit of seriousness appeared in her cold eyes.

After a stick of incense.

"What is gone will return; what exists will last forever."

"I want to become a fairy."

Liu Qingchan's pure cold jade-like eyes were fixed, her eyebrows were raised slightly, and she said, "Are there really immortals in this world?" Go to work, I will go to work overtime later, everyone can rest assured that there will be two more updates, and I will finish writing if I don’t sleep.)

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