Cultivation: Overturning the Rain and Turning the Clouds

Ping Wuniang's natal god statue, holding a black sword in her left hand, the black light is faint, swallowing the brilliance of the sun and the moon!Holding the red sword in the right hand, the red light is thousands of miles away, and it is as fierce as fire, giving people a feeling of burning skin and biting bones!There is also a purple sword hidden behind the back, full of purple, revealing mystery and nobility!

With such power, it doesn't take much, just one glance, and it will be unforgettable for a lifetime!

Ping Wuniang sacrificed the statue of her own life, Jiuwu Huikong's expression was stunned for a long time, and she was shocked for a long time before she said, "This is impossible! There was no phenomenon of heaven and earth just now, how could you be so silent?" Accompanied by the sound of the holy soul?"

Don't say it's the [-]-year-old puzzle, Mu Yucheng also has a face full of confusion and surprise. ,top,point,,When a novel monk advances, there will always be visions of heaven and earth.And with the continuous improvement of the realm, this vision of heaven and earth will become more obvious and intense.

A monk's cultivation base has entered the holy soul realm, which basically means that he has jumped out of the category of ordinary monks and has already possessed the body of a half-immortal!As a human monk, this is a peak breakthrough!The vision of heaven and earth should naturally be more grand and intense.Ninety-five dark sky, Mu Yucheng was like this when he achieved the holy soul!

"Between heaven and earth, there are endless mysteries! Ninety-five dark sky, do you think that you can see everything after you have achieved the holy soul?"

Xiao Zhenwei let out a sneer full of disdain, raised his arms to the sky, and a golden light spewed out from the top of his head immediately.In a short while, the golden light turned into a huge phantom, sitting cross-legged in the cloud above Xiao Zhenwei's head.

This phantom is similar to Xiao Zhenwei, but it is full of a vast aura.Sitting upright on the clouds, holding the cauldron high with the right hand, and crossing the left hand in front of the chest, the Dharma looks solemn and solemn, like a god, and one can't help but feel a desire to worship it.

"What!? You...you also cultivated the statue of natal god!?" As soon as Xiao Zhenwei's natal statue came out, the shock in Jiuwu Huikong's heart doubled immediately, and he even became less fluent in speaking.

In terms of shock, Mu Yucheng was not inferior to him at all, even worse!It is extremely rare in the history of the Daoist sect that two powerful people in the Holy Soul Realm were born at the same time.This made Mu Yucheng not only shocked, but also extremely happy.The Dao Sect has two more powerful players, which is naturally the Dao Sect's luck!

As for Mu Ao and the others, apart from being shocked, they could only look up to Xiao Ping with deep envy.

This is the case in the Daoist world, sometimes chance is more important than talent!It doesn't necessarily mean that if you lead by one step, you will be able to lead by every step.If you don't have a normal heart, you will have to be pissed off by someone else's fortune!

The wild and contemptuous look on Jiuwu Huikong's face finally disappeared.Xiao Ping, who both achieved holy souls, made him feel a threat of death.

"Even if you have achieved the holy soul, it is not enough to be an enemy of my Jiuwu family! I advise you to think twice before you act, so as not to bring yourself a disaster of death!" Jiuwu Huikong no longer has enough confidence to suppress Xiao Ping For the two of them, even if he wins in the end, it must be a miserable victory, and it's hard to say how miserable it is!

"Grandma, bear! Where did you come up with so much nonsense, go to hell!"

Xiao Zhenwei's outburst was the first to break out, and he stretched his arms forward, and the huge cauldron held by the statue of natal god immediately radiated radiant light, and smashed it fiercely towards the dark sky of Jiuwu with great momentum.

Jiuwu Huikong roared, "You are bringing your own destruction!", and then suddenly raised his right palm, and the natal god statue behind him also slammed a palm, and the huge mountain-like shadow of the palm came out through the air, facing Meet the giant tripod.

Previously, Jiuwu Huikong split the giant cauldron with one palm, but now time has passed!The surging palm force, like a wave, hit the giant cauldron, only to make a loud noise, not to mention splitting the giant cauldron, or even splitting the giant cauldron back!

Amid the thunderous bangs that shook the sky like an evening bell, the two fell into a stalemate.

Although he was stuck in a stalemate, Jiuwu Huikong knew in his heart that his cultivation level was definitely better than Xiao Zhenwei's.As long as we continue to persevere, Xiao Zhenwei will be defeated in the end.

However, there was one thing that made Jiuwu Huikong feel uneasy, that is, Xiao Zhenwei was not fighting alone.Sure enough, as soon as Jiuwu Huikong set his sights on Ping Wuniang, Ping Wuniang started.

Two black and red sword glows, carrying infinite sword intent, burst out from Ping Wuniang's hands at the same time.Black as a ghost, red as a raging fire, if the name was not worthy of the name before, but now it looks like a god, unprecedentedly domineering.

When the sword light pierced the air, it seemed that even the sky was whimpering, and all the qi circulating around Jiuwu Huikong were transformed into biting cold murderous intent.

Jiuwu Huikong's mind jumped wildly, and he hurriedly raised his left palm, trying to block Ping Wuniang's sword intent.But before he raised his left palm, a purple meaning that made his heart skip a beat suddenly jumped into his eyes without knowing where it came from.

Jiuwu Huikong subconsciously aimed at Ping Wuniang's back, and as expected, the purple sword hanging on her back disappeared without a trace.Although the black and red swords are fierce, the final killing move is Zijian.Ping Wuniang's "Three Swords Dance" is really hard to guard against!

"Roar!!!"

Jiuwu Huikong looked up to the sky and let out a roar, which was full of moral principles, and its power was almost comparable to that of the true sound of the Dao.The purple sword sacrificed by Ping Wuniang stopped immediately and could not move forward.

"Ninety-five old thief, your roar is too ugly!"

As soon as Jiuwu Huikong controlled Ping Wuniang's purple sword, Xiao Zhenwei's giant cauldron suddenly began to show its power.The fire of dao qi that was brewing in it spewed out suddenly, and in an instant, it formed a raging fire on the giant palm of the god statue of Jiuwu Huikong.

"It's really ugly, I think it's better to let him shut up as soon as possible!"

Ping Wuniang also refused to be idle, and amidst the sharp reprimand, two black and red sword lights flared up instantly, and the light enveloped half of the sky.

Who said that the two black and red swords are just bait?The three-sword dance is the essence of the "Three-Sword Dance", which makes the enemy difficult to look at.

bang bang bang!Boom boom boom!

The loud noise suddenly came out of thin air, as dense as a thunderstorm.It made people far away in other six peaks tremble with fear.As far as the eye can see, the entire third peak is filled with the power of the law of the great way, almost covering the true face of the third peak.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the third peak at this time is like a thunder pool for monks below the divine realm, whoever enters will die!

puff!

Nine Five Huikong finally couldn't resist the left and right attacks of Ping Wuniang and Xiao Zhenwei, the natal idol was trembling, blood spurted from its mouth, and its figure was as straight as a kite with a broken string. Under the attack of Xiao Ping and the two, Swing and float.

"Eat my sword again!"

After gaining power, Ping Wuniang was even more unwilling to give Jiuwu Huikong a chance to breathe. The three divine swords burst out with dazzling light again, like three bloodthirsty dragons, strangled towards Jiuwu Huikong.

Xiao Zhenwei is also full of hatred for Jiuwu Huikong.When Ping Wuniang moved, Xiao Zhenwei immediately followed her like a shadow.The two of them have been in love with each other, and they have already formed a shocking tacit understanding.Every move, the coordination can be said to be seamless.

Judging from the situation, given time, Xiao Ping and his Saint Soul Realm can be stabilized, and the two of them can fight three powerful Saint Soul Realm experts at the same time.And now this battle is undoubtedly the battle for fame between the two. As for the Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky, it seems that they can only end up as a stepping stone for the two of them!

Jiuwu Huikong couldn't block the first blow, so naturally he couldn't block the second blow either!As soon as Xiao Ping's figure was forced up, Jiuwu Huikong's figure was sent flying again.It was almost the same as when Wan Dong was blown away by his punch!Jiuwu Huikong probably never dreamed that the retribution would come so quickly.

"Damn it! You play two against one, what kind of heroes are you? If you have the ability to challenge this old man one-on-one!" Jiuwu Huikong's injuries worsened, and he was no match for Xiao Ping. stand up.

"Hmph, old thief of the [-]th Five-Year Plan, your brain is broken, who wants to fight you one-on-one?"

"Today I will let you be buried with Yaoting! Suffer death!"

Nine Five Huikong wants to hold Xiao Ping and two with words, it is obviously wishful thinking, Xiao Ping and two sternly reprimanded at the same time, not only did not stop at the slightest figure, the attack was even more ferocious than before.

"Uh... poof!"

Jiuwu Huikong spurted blood again, his old face was ugly like never before.He could tell that Xiao Ping and the others were going to put him to death this time.

"Patriarch Mu, Brother Mu, do you really want to sit back and watch this old man be beaten to death by the two of them without asking?" In desperation, Jiuwu Huikong could only ask Mu Yucheng for help.

Mu Yucheng had really given in to the ninety-five years of darkness, and at this moment he still had the face to ask him for help. If he didn't have a thick skin, who could do it?

Thinking of the scene where Wan Dong was blown away by Jiuwu Huikong's punch, Mu Yucheng was filled with righteous indignation, wishing to kill him personally, how could he save him?

With a sneer, Mu Yucheng raised his voice and said, "Jiuwu Huikong, I already have something to say, and I will not help each other! If I didn't help Xu Yaoting, how could I help you? I think you don't want my dignified Mu Family Patriarch to help you either." , ridiculed by the world?"

"Mu Yucheng, you... are you really desperate?!" As soon as Mu Yucheng said this, he punched Jiuwu Huikong's heart fiercely, and his head shuddered. stupid.

"You do a lot of unrighteousness, everyone will punish you, and who will come to save you? Die for me!"

Before Jiuwu Huikong's words fell to the ground, Xiao Zhenwei roared towards him, and the huge cauldron, which seemed to weigh hundreds of thousands of catties, mercilessly smashed down on Jiuwu Huikong.

Jiuwu Huikong let out a snarl, and he had to wave his palm to block it, but his palm had just collided with the giant cauldron, and before he could fully exert his strength, the three sword lights around him, black, red and purple, shot up at the same time, like a cloud of colorful clouds. drown him.

The cooperation between Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wuniang is becoming more and more tacit. It seems that Jiuwu Huikong is not only a stepping stone, but also a sharpening stone.

Two fists can't beat four hands, this saying can't be more appropriate when applied to Jiuwu Huikong at this time.Before holding on for a moment, Ping Wuniang's sword light found a flaw, and directly penetrated Jiuwu Huikong's shoulder, almost shattering his heart completely!

The severe pain made Jiuwu Huikong couldn't help but let out a horrific scream, and his body was like a cannonball fired, and it was shot back more than a hundred feet away...