Cultivation – Stand above the Heaven

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Ping Wu Niang's natal image, with a black sword in his left hand, black light, and devouring the brilliance of the sun and the moon! The right hand holds the red sword, the red light is ten thousand miles, it is fierce like fire, and it gives people a burning feeling! There is a purple sword hidden behind it, full of purple meaning, revealing mystery and nobility!

It's so powerful, it doesn't need much, just one glance, it will be unforgettable for life!

Ping Wu Niang sacrificed the natal image, and the expression of the Ninth Five-Year Plan was suddenly shocked for a long while, and then he said, "This is impossible! There is no heaven and earth vision happening, how can you be so quiet?" The sound made the Holy Spirit? "

Not to mention the confusion of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, Mu Yucheng was also confused and surprised. When a monk is promoted, there will always be a world vision. With the continuous improvement of the realm, this world vision will become more obvious and strong.

The monk's cultivation is to enter the Holy Soul Realm, which basically means jumping out of the category of ordinary monks and already possessing a half-celestial body! As a human monk, this is the peak breakthrough! That kind of heaven and earth vision should naturally be more grand and strong. In the Ninth Five-Year Plan, Mu Yucheng did this when he achieved the Holy Spirit!

"Between heaven and earth, the mystery is endless! In the Ninth Five-Year Plan, you think you have achieved the Holy Spirit, can you see everything?"

Xiao Zhenwei let out a sneer full of disdain, his arms raised, and a golden light spit out from above his head. After a 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's, but it must be filled with a vague atmosphere. Sitting on the top of the cloud, holding the furnace with his right hand, and the left hand across his chest, the law is solemn and solemn, like a god.

"What !? You ... you also cultivated the natal image!" Xiao Zhenwei's natal image appeared, and the shock in the ninety-five years was suddenly doubled, and even the words became less neat.

To be shocked, Mu Yucheng is not inferior to him at all, and even more so! Two great holy soul realm strongmen were born at the same time, which is feared to be extremely rare in the history of Daomen. This made Mu Yucheng feel very happy besides shock. There are two more powerful men in Daomen, which is naturally a blessing for Daomen!

As for Mu Ao and others, besides being shocked at this time, they can only look up to Xiao Ping with deep envy.

The Daomen World is like this, sometimes chance is more important than talent! You may not be able to lead one step at a time. If you don't have an ordinary heart, you must be alive and mad by someone else's creation!

The rampant contempt on the face of Nine Five's dark sky finally disappeared. Xiao Ping, who has both achieved the Holy Spirit, made him feel a threat of death.

"Even if you have achieved the Holy Spirit, it is not enough to be an enemy of my ninety-five family! I advise you to think twice before lest you be wrecked!" The ninety-five years of emptiness can no longer suppress Xiao Ping. The two, even if he wins in the end, it must be a terrible victory, and it is hard to say how bad it is!

"Grandma a bear! Where did you come from so much nonsense, let me die!"

Xiao Zhenwei's explosive temper first struck, his arms protruding forward, the giant tripod lifted by the mortal idol, immediately shining brightly, carrying a powerful force, and violently smashed past the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

In the Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky shouted, "You are self-defeating!" Then the right palm was suddenly raised, and the mortal idol behind him was also slammed out with a huge, mountain-like palm shadow. Welcome to Juding.

Previously, the Ninth Five-Year Plan was splitting Juding, but now it's time to change! The surging palm-like force hit the giant tripod, but it only urged a loud noise, not to mention splitting the giant tripod, or even returning the giant tripod back!

In a tremendous blast like a twilight, the two actually fell into the glue.

Although he was stuck in a state of stalemate, it was clear in the ninety-five years that his cultivation practice was better than Xiao Zhenwei. As long as you continue to persevere, it is Xiao Zhenwei who will eventually fail.

However, there is one thing that makes the ninety-five-year-old vacant gods uneasy, that is, Xiao Zhenwei is not fighting alone. Sure enough, the Ninth Five-Year Plan has just turned its attention to Ping Wuniang, who has already started.

Black and red sword swords, carrying infinite sword intention, exploded from Ping Wu Niang's hands. Black is like a ghost, and red is like a fire. If there are still some false names before, it is now like a **** and unprecedentedly domineering.

When Jianguang pierced the air, it seemed that even the sky was whimpering, and all the air machines circulating around the ninety-five dark sky were transformed into icy cold killing opportunities.

Nine Five's dark-hearted mind jumped violently, hurriedly offered up his left palm, trying to block Ping Wuniang's sword intention. But he hadn't waited for him to raise his left palm, a purple meaning that made him tremble, somehow, but suddenly jumped into his eyes.

The Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky subconsciously aimed at Ping Wuniang ’s back, and as expected, the purple sword hanging from his back had disappeared. Although the black and red two swords are fierce, the last kill is the purple sword. Ping Wuniang's "Three Sword Dances" is really unpredictable!

"Roar!!!"

In the Ninth Five-Year Plan, the sky gave a roar. The roar was full of moral laws, and its power was almost comparable to the true sound of the avenue. The Purple Sword sacrificed by Ping Wu Niang suddenly stopped, and could no longer move forward.

"Nine Five Old Thief, your roar is too unpleasant!"

As soon as the Ninth Five-Year Obscure Kong controlled the Purple Sword of Ping Wu Niang, Xiao Zhenwei's Ju Ding suddenly started to show his power. The fire of Dao Qi brewing in it suddenly burst out and instantly formed a flaming fire on the giant palm of the dark sky of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

"It's really unpleasant, I think let him shut up as soon as possible!"

Ping Wuniang was not willing to be idle. In the loud rebuke, the two swords of black and red were masterpieces in an instant, and the light covered the half of the sky.

Who said the black and red two swords are just bait? The three swords' offensive and defensive transformation makes the enemy's head and tail difficult to understand. This is the essence of the "three swords dance".

Bang Bang Bang! Boom!

The loud noise instantly made out of thin air, dense like a thunderstorm. Even people who are far away from the other six peaks have a trembling mood. As far as I can see, the entire third peak is full of the power of the law of the avenue, almost covering the true appearance of the third peak.

It is no exaggeration to say that the third peak at this time, for the monks below the Shinto realm, is the Lei Chi, who will die.

puff!

The Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky finally couldn't resist the pinch of Ping Wuniang and Xiao Zhenwei, the natal idol shivered, and his mouth was spurting blood, and his body was straight like a broken kite. Under the offensive of the two Xiaoping, Swinging.

"Eat me another sword!"

After gaining momentum, Ping Wu Niang refused to give the Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky any breathing opportunity. The three-handed Excalibur once again erupted into the sky, like three bloodthirsty dragons, strangling towards the Nine-Five Dark Sky.

Xiao Zhenwei was also full of hatred for the Ninth Five-Year Plan. Ping Wu Niang moved, Xiao Zhenwei immediately followed. These two have been together for a long time, and they have already been built into a terrifying tacit understanding. With every move, the fit can be said to be seamless.

Judging from this situation, in time, Xiao Ping's two Holy Soul Realms can be stabilized, and the two can join forces to fight the three Sacred Soul Realms at the same time. And now this battle is undoubtedly the battle of fame between the two. As for the Ninth Five-Year Plan, it seems that only a stepping stone for the two will end!

The ninety-five-year emptiness cannot stop the first blow, and naturally the second blow! Xiao Ping's body shape was forced up, and the ninety-five-year-old body shape was blown out again. It is almost the same as the situation where Wan Dong was blown away by him! Nine-five-year emptiness may not even dream that retribution will come so fast.

"Damn! You are two hits and one, what kind of hero is a hero, and you have the ability to single out with the old man!" The injury to the 9th Five-Year Plane became worse, and more and more he was not the opponent of Xiao Ping. stand up.

"Hum, the old thief of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, your brain is broken, who wants to challenge you?"

"Today you will be buried for Yaoting! Let's die!"

In the Ninth Five-Year Plan, Xiao Ping wanted to hold Xiao Ping with words. Obviously, they were delusional. Xiao Ping both reprimanded at the same time. Not only did they not pause, but their shots were even more fierce than before.

"Uh ... puff!"

The Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky spouted blood again, and an old face was unprecedentedly unsightly. He was able to see that Xiao Ping and his two had to kill him this time.

"Mother Mu, brother Mu, do you really want to sit and watch the old man being killed by the two of them regardless of whether they are not asking?" In desperate circumstances, Nine Five Years can only ask Mu Yucheng for help.

Mu Yucheng really served the Ninth Five-Year Plan. At this time, he still had a face to ask for help. Without a very thick skin, who could do it?

Recalling the situation of Wandong being blown away by the Ninth Five-Year Plan, Mu Yucheng was filled with indignation, and only wished he could kill him by his own hands. Where can he save him?

With a sneer, Mu Yu said in a loud voice, "In the Ninth Five-Year Plan, there is already something in this seat, but the two don't help each other! I didn't help Xu Yaoting, how can I help you? I think, you don't want my house owner , Ridiculed by the world? "

"Mu Yucheng, you ... do you really die?" Mu Yucheng's words came out, it was just a frustrating punch, and he threw it hard in the dark sky of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. stupid.

"You do a lot of unrighteousness, everyone is to blame, and who will come to save you? Give me death!"

Xiao Zhenwei roared before the sound of the Ninth Five-Year Plan was heard. It seemed that there was a giant tripod among hundreds of thousands of catties.

In the Nine-Five Years, Li Xiao screamed, and he had to wave his palm to stop it. However, his palm front collided with Juding and had not yet fully exerted his strength. The black, red and purple sword lights around him skyrocketed at the same time, like a cloud of color Drown him.

Xiao Zhenwei's cooperation with Ping Wuniang is becoming more and more tacit, and it seems that the Ninth Five-Year Plan is not only a stepping stone, but also a whetstone.

Two fists are invincible, but this is the right thing to use in the Ninth Five-Year Plan. Not supporting for a moment, Ping Wu Niang's sword sword found flaws and directly penetrated the shoulders of the ninety-five years, and almost shattered his heart completely!

The violent pain made the Ninth Five-Year Plan utterly screaming with a terrible scream, and a cannonball shaped like a rifled body was shot back over a hundred feet ...