Portable Taoyuan Space

The gray air waves crazily impacted on the golden shield, and the outer layer of the shield fluctuated continuously, feeling as if it would be broken at any time. .

Qian Ming looked at the faintly visible word "义" on his right hand, and his face changed. He knew it was a sign that he was going to be overwhelmed.

Looking at the five ghost kings continuously releasing the ghost wave palms, a ruthless look flashed across Qian Ming's face, and regardless of the fact that the shield was about to shatter, he raised his left hand, instead of maintaining the stability of the word 'righteousness', his whole body was directed towards the word 'benevolence' The words are rushing, this is a rhythm that will hurt both sides.

The word 'benevolence' was supported by Qian Ming's true energy, and it became a huge character again, "Let me go." Qian Ming shouted violently.

Without the support of Qian Ming's true energy, 'Yi' turned into powder and scattered in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Qian Ming couldn't hold on anymore, the ghost king was overjoyed and increased his strength again.

"Fuck." The ghost king cursed.

It turned out that after the word "righteousness" dissipated, the ghost king felt that the opportunity had come, but he didn't expect that the word "benevolence" appeared and stood in front of Qian Ming.

"Break it for me." Qian Ming roared violently, a blush flashed across his face, and the veins in his hands bulged. He knew that blindly defending was useless, so he directly fought against the ghost king.

The word 'benevolence' lived up to Qian Ming's expectations, and he looked at the ghost king like a broken bamboo.

"Hmph, it's not that easy." The ghost king saw that the ghost wave palm seemed to be unable to hold on, and the five ghost kings stood in a row in an instant, with their palms resting on the back of the one in front of them.

"Screw Palm." Although the Ghost King used the secret method to divide one into five parts, his own power has also become five parts. Facing Qian Ming who is at full strength, he dare not be careless, and hastily gathered the power of his five parts into five parts. Together.

A gray palm print slowly appeared in front of the ghost king, and the ghost king pushed towards the golden character 'benevolence' with a serious expression.

After the two huge forces converged, they confronted each other, constantly consuming each other's strength.

"Give me a blow." Seeing that the word 'ren' dimmed, Qian Ming seemed unable to support it. After all, he had consumed a lot of strength to break the ghost wave palm before, so he hurriedly controlled the word 'benevolence' to burst out.

'boom'

After a huge roar, a messy land was left behind.

Qian Ming panted slightly, indicating that he had just paid a lot for controlling the outbreak of the word "benevolence".

'Sure enough, it's a veteran strongman. He really has two brushes. In the final analysis, his own background is insufficient. Qian Ming thought to himself looking at the calm ghost king.

'But this is good, isn't it? There are challenges and there are breakthroughs. 'Qian Ming's eyes showed a fighting spirit, and he looked at the ghost king with twinkling eyes, full of fighting spirit in his heart.

'I don't know where this kid came from, and it's not an option to procrastinate like this. I want to open up the situation as soon as possible. The King of Ghosts squinted at Qian Ming. He basically had no impression of Qian Ming. The spies of the Black League were mainly spread over the family forces, and he didn't collect much information on casual cultivators.

The two had different thoughts, and the energy and true energy gushing out of their bodies told others that they were going to go all out.

A beautiful Confucian uniform slowly appeared outside Qian Ming's body. The Confucian clothing formed by true energy seemed to transcend the range of energy and become soft and delicate. From a distance, it seemed to have a texture like a piece of clothing.

On the contrary, the ghost king appeared again with a layer of gray fog covering his body, leaving only his palms and head.

One side is elegant and indifferent, and the other side is evil and impermanent.

"The way of a sage, Confucius said." Qian Ming finally showed his housekeeping skill, the way of a sage.

An image of Qian Ming that seemed to be enlarged countless times appeared behind him. If Lin Xiao could see it, he would be able to find that Qian Ming's way of sainthood had changed. The old man seemed to have delicate features and a fluttering white beard.

But the portrait of the saint behind Qian Ming is completely a copy of himself, which also shows that Qian Ming has stepped out of the shadow of his predecessors and is moving forward on his own path.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost." The King of Ghosts glanced at Qian Ming fearfully, and said unwillingly.

Naturally, after Qian Ming's portrait of a saint came out, a sense of crisis flashed in the ghost king's heart. He felt a sense of crisis. A young face flashed in the ghost king's mind. It was Lin Xiao, who had brought him a sense of crisis before. Not long after, Another seemingly young guy gave him the same feeling, which made him irritated.

Qian Ming didn't care what the ghost king was thinking, he spread his hands out, with a pious expression, a golden light flashed, and a book was condensed in Qian Ming's hands.

This is the sage's book condensed by true qi, and it is also the essence of Qian Ming's martial arts.

"The Master said: People with lofty ideals and benevolent people. If you don't seek to survive, you will harm benevolence. If you kill yourself, you will become benevolent." Qian Ming spit out clear words one by one, and each word was turned into a big font and appeared in the book of saints. .

"What the hell." The King of Ghosts didn't understand. He felt that Qian Ming was playing tricks. The formation Qian Ming put on looked gorgeous, but the King of Ghosts had a feeling that he could break Qian Ming's pretense with a single poke.

"Ghost Mu." Ghost King spat out two words, the thick mist-like gas on his body seemed to be stimulated, and rolled wildly, spreading towards the outside.

"Ah, what the hell, I can't see it anymore." Many casual cultivators were enveloped in an instant, and exclaimed.

"Everyone calm down, this is our king showing his power." This was the voice of a member of the Black League.

The ghost king made a very large area this time, covering a huge area with a radius of about [-] meters. He saw from the gray fog that Qian Ming had dispersed before that a small area of ​​gray fog was useless to Qian Ming at all.

Without the gray fog, the cover-up ghost king's combat power is at least [-]% less, and only the ghost king in the gray fog will be called the ghost king.

"Boy, let me see how you can dispel my gray mist this time." Ghost King's voice echoed in the gray mist again, and passed towards Qian Ming.

Qian Ming was unmoved, and continued to sing: "The Master said: A gentleman is ashamed of his words and outstripped his deeds."

"The Master said: A gentleman regards righteousness as a quality, conducts it with propriety, embodies it with grandchildren, and fulfills it with faith. Gentleman!"

"The Master said: A gentleman seeks from himself, a villain seeks from others."

Seeing Qian Ming ignoring himself and still chanting some unknown things, the ghost king was furious.

"Boy, you asked for this. Don't blame Grandpa Ghost for being merciless when you go to hell." Ghost King's dark voice echoed in the gray mist.

On Qian Ming's book of sages, lines of words that he sang before appeared in the blank space.

"Ghost Dragon Strike." The ghost king hid in the dark, and the gray mist formed a western dragon, raised his head and roared, flapping his wings and flying towards Qian Ming.

The sound of 'click' came, and before the ghost king's ghost dragon strike hit Qian Ming, a sentence on the book of saints automatically emerged, turning into a golden light, and defeated the ghost dragon strike with lightning speed. (To be continued.)