Swallow God Supreme

Qingliu sat up first and raised his hand, throwing a palm-sized bronze mirror to Kuhai.

The bronze mirror floated into the sea of ​​bitterness like a snowflake, hanging in mid-air.

The head of the Qingliu and the head of the Lion King looked at each other, and they shot one after another.

"boom."

Two beams of holy power poured into the bronze mirror.

The heaven, earth and space trembled under this terrifying holy power.

The originally calm lake surface in the Sea of ​​Bitterness immediately became choppy, and the green lake water swayed like pieces of emeralds.

Standing behind Qin Chen, Chen Xiaoxi broke out in cold sweat: "Holy One, it's so scary."

Chen Zhifei and Zou Yuwen's eyes were full of yearning.

There are more than 1 people present, but it is not easy for even one percent of them to become holy in the end.

The vast majority of people will be stuck in the realm of Taoism for the rest of their lives.

In Maoshan, there are mostly white belts and blue belts, accounting for [-]%.

Purple belts, blue belts, their goal is to become a saint.

As for the real legends like Xu Zhisui and Zhu Hong, they have already stepped into the holy realm.

Even among the eight sects and four clans, some blue belts have been sanctified.

Among sect families of different grades, there will be a huge gap in the strength of the green belt and the blue belt.

Qin Chen looked at the first seat of Qingliu, and in the other party's holy power, Qin Chen felt the power of destroying heaven and earth.

It seems that just a little bit of it is needed to smash yourself to pieces.

"One of the rare origins, the origin of destruction."

Qin Chen looked at the lion king again.

His holy power is like an infinite fire, stronger than his own Suzaku blue flame, the burning space is constantly cracking to reveal the void space.

"One of the common origins, the origin of the fire element."

Qin Chen had an idea in his heart that he wanted to touch them with the original power of nature, to see how big the difference was between the original power and the original holy power.

Of course, this idea can only be thought about.

It is not a good thing to expose yourself in front of so many people that you have comprehended the origin of nature and cultivated Qigu.

"The source of destruction is so strong."

Bai Qiu felt the original holy power of destruction that Qingliu played for the first time, and his heart was surging.

Xu Zhisui said: "The rare origin is of course strong, but it is extremely difficult to comprehend it. Xiaoqiu, haven't you comprehended the origin yet?"

As a disciple of Qingdai, Bai Qiu's cultivation has reached the upper realm of Taoism, and he has been preparing for becoming a saint these years.

And understanding the origin is the first big hurdle to become a saint.

Bai Qiu said a little dissatisfied: "That's because I want to comprehend the origin of destruction just like the head of Qingliu. If it's just an ordinary origin, I'm not reconciled. Otherwise, I would have mastered an ordinary origin long ago."

Xu Zhisui shook his head: "Of course the common origin is not as good as the rare origin, but if you can comprehend the ordinary origin of the second or even third rank, it may not be worse than the rare or even the supreme origin."

"Xiaoqiu, everyone wants to comprehend the rare and supreme origin, but not one of the ten saints may be able to do it. Don't be too high-minded."

Bai Qiu insisted: "I will do it."

Xu Zhisui sighed: "Up to three years, if you can't comprehend the origin again, the chance of becoming a saint will be small."

The older you are, the harder it is to become a saint, and the longer it takes, the greater the harm.

"I know I know, don't say it."

Bai Qiu was a little impatient, even a little angry, she knew that Xu Zhisui was telling the truth, but the more she said it, the more anxious she became.

"Wow!"

After receiving a large amount of original holy power from the first seat of the Lion King and the first seat of the Qingliu, the bronze mirror radiated an incomparably bright brilliance, like a sun falling down.

Suddenly, Qin Chen used his sight to see that an invisible barrier covering the sea of ​​bitterness was opened.

Ordinary people can't see it at all.

At this time, the calm surface of the sea of ​​bitterness set off manic waves.

It's like there are countless flood beasts surging under the lake.

"boom!"

A wave rolled up from the surface of the lake, causing a thunderous sound, like a tsunami, Qin Chen heard a lot of exclamations coming from his ears.

"The bitter wave is so terrifying?"

"It's not life-threatening, is it?"

"The death rate is still very low, but Zeng Jin has never had a death incident, so I advise you to do what you can."

……

"Children, each of you has a chance to cross the sea of ​​suffering. It's up to you how much sweet medicine you can get."

The first seat of Qingliu put away the bronze mirror, and the first seat of the Lion King sat on a cloud in the sky.

"Shh!"

Zhu Hong, Xu Zhisui and others have crossed the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness several times, and they are familiar with the road, and they have plundered the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness.

Qin Chen looked towards the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness, and happened to see a wave of bitterness rushing up. It was more violent than the waves on the Sea of ​​​​Bittery, like an angry beast.

Obviously, Tiankuhai will face even more terrifying challenges.

"Go."

At this time, a large number of Maoshan disciples had already jumped into the sea of ​​suffering, like fish entering the water.

The Yuanmeng members standing behind Qin Chen didn't move, they didn't move until Qin Chen spoke.

"Wow!"

Qin Chen saw that just as Chen Xiaoxi entered the sea of ​​bitterness, a wave of bitterness rose up.

The same is true for Cen Qingci next to him.

It's just that Cen Qingci's bitter waves are much stronger than Chen Xiaoxi's.

Qin Chen thought in his heart: "It seems that the suffering waves that everyone has to experience are different, and they belong to their own."

Chen Zhifei and Zou Yuwen stood beside Qin Chen without moving.

The rest of the Maoshan disciples have already entered the sea of ​​suffering.

The three of them are particularly conspicuous.

The head of the Lion King stared at him, and his eyes froze: "Huh? I haven't even noticed that there is something wrong with this little guy. Could it be the dark son of the Emperor God Clan?"

Qingliu said: "I brought him back to Maoshan."

It turned out that the head of Qingliu had already recognized Qin Chen's true identity.

No matter how advanced their cultivation is, Qin Chen's tricks cannot escape their eyes.

"You brought it back?"

The head of the Lion King suddenly became curious: "Is there anything special about him?"

What Qin Chen didn't know was that Qingliu Chief rarely took people back to Maoshan himself.

The head of Qingliu said: "That day I figured that he is my predestined relationship in Maoshan, a destiny in the dark."

"interesting."

The first seat of the Lion King is very interesting. What will a person in Maoshan cause and effect bring to Maoshan in the future?
Seeing that Qin Chen still didn't move, Chen Zhifei said aggressively, "Su Jingchen, aren't you pretty good? Why, are you going to stand on this shore for a day today?"

Qin Chen glanced at him and said with a smile, "You guessed it right."

Chen Zhifei was in a hurry, didn't he plan to enter the sea of ​​suffering?
You can't do it on the shore.

If Su Jingchen doesn't enter the sea of ​​suffering, he really has nothing to do.

"Su Jingchen, I thought you were capable, but I didn't expect..."

In the middle of his words, Qin Chen stepped into the sea of ​​bitterness. Chen Zhifei's face froze, and his heart was filled with anger. Only then did he know that the other party was teasing him.