Thousands of waves rolled over each other in the vast sea water. As Wang Qiuyi shouted happily, Qing Lijun, who was sitting down and vaguely looking like a heavenly dragon, also groaned and cheered up helplessly.

The scales and armor all vibrated, but in just a moment, the giant dragon penetrated thousands of miles of void, its body like lightning.

The fierce force swept three thousand feet, and the abyssal sea parted under the claws of Lord Qingli, revealing the deep and bottomless darkness of the abyss.

In the distance, I saw a green light as vigorous and dazzling as a dragon, accompanied by endless clouds and wind and thunder, like a huge moving natural disaster.

The wind and rain are coming, and there is thunder and lightning.

After half a stick of incense.

Wang Qiuyi, who had lazily closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes. He sighed, straightened his clothes, and suddenly his expression became solemn.

"arrive……"

At this moment, Guanghui on the dragon's horn also recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and then spoke in a deep voice.

The clouds were heavy and heavy, as if the sky were collapsing. Electric snakes flew out from time to time in the thick clouds as deep as ink, bringing with them rumbling thunder.

The clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.

Although Lord Qingli was born from Qingjiao, he can be regarded as the oldest immortal on the continent. His dragon bloodline has been gradually purified into the blood of Heavenly Dragon over thousands of years.

The pair of supremely majestic dragon horns on his head alone are the best proof.

Without concealing the aura, even without deliberately acting.

Wherever Qingli Jun passes, there are also infinite winds and thunders, which serve as embellished visions.

But at this moment...

A side of continuous Qingyun slowly lifts up from the bottom of the sea, upright, square, rational, far-reaching... All kinds of breaths interact with the heaven and earth, and together weave this side of continuous Qingyun.

It is like dividing the world's principles and determining the laws and rituals of the world. It is like a ruler that measures the universe.

The moment Qingyun appeared.

Instantly.

The wind stopped and the rain dispersed, the thunder faded and the lightning died down.

The waters of the South China Sea have returned to a calm and peaceful scene.

Among the Qingyun, there was a person sitting.

He was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with frosty temples and blue cloth covering his eyes.

He placed his hands flat on his knees, his back straight, and the lingering mist of Qingyun lingered around the young man's side in strands.

This is a young man who can't fault anything. His temperament is gentle and restrained, as broad as a jade and as broad as a jade.

Looking at him, one cannot feel any hostility from the bottom of his heart, nor is he disgusted at all, but feels kind and approachable.

Behind the young man in Qingyunzhong, there were two more people standing.

A young man in blue shirt holding a guqin in his arms, and a skinny, yellow-faced man who looked extremely sick.

The three of them are all dressed as Confucian scholars, with crowns and attire, and they are all meticulous from top to bottom.

"Zixu."

Wang Qiuyi sighed, stepped out of Qingli Jun's mountain-like dragon head, and said:

"I didn't expect that it would be you who came to greet me."

"Mr. Wang."

The young man named Zi Xu, who was sitting in the Qingyun, smiled.

He stood up from Qingyun and saluted Wang Qiuyi seriously:

"Long time no see Mr. Wang."

"Zi Jin, Zi Kun."

Wang Qiuyi smiled and nodded slightly to the young man in green shirt and the yellow-faced man behind Zi Xu.

The two of them did not dare to neglect, they also leaned forward to salute and responded seriously.

The invincible immortal in the human world——

Even though they are disciples of the saint Xuanwenjun, they cannot be looked down upon or neglected.

Wang Qiuyi, who has long since reached the end of his road to immortality, has carved out a new path.

Although it is a new path, in the final analysis, it still fails to break through the inherent barriers of martial arts practice.

As long as Wang Qiuyi breaks the shackles, a new choice will be added to his thousands of practices.

At that time, Wang Qiuyi was the Dharma Patriarch.

Although the scenery is beautiful, at the moment, after all, it is just the sharp corners of the little lotus that are still showing, just a little bit above the water.

No one can really predict what the situation will be like and what the outcome will be.

Even Wang Qiuyi himself did not have a definite bottom line in his mind, and the distant prospects were still shrouded in fog.

Not only Wang Qiuyi...

Both the young man in green shirt and the man with yellow face knew that several people had come together to fill the gap in the world this time.

Yan Xiu, Hei Tianzi, Taiwei Mountain Avenue Master, Sun Yingtai whose body was dug out from the grave, Chen Heng, Huo Xuan, Wang Qiuyi, Guang Hui, Qing Lijun...

These characters were either born in the Middle Ages and experienced the Daqi Kingdom where the golden crow was the totem, or they only lived in the past hundred years, just like the dull-looking divine monk Guang Hui.

In the human world, 80% of the heritage that has survived since the time of Jedi Tiantong is concentrated here.

Without exception, these characters have broken away from the realm of the human world and cannot be restrained by the Sixth Realm!

"Where's that Asura?"

Wang Qiuyi glanced at it, and every inch of the void in the vast South China Sea was covered by his gaze:

"Why doesn't he come to greet me?"

"Third senior brother went out to visit friends." Zi Xu smiled slightly: "This time, Zi Jin, Zi Kun and I are here to greet you."

"Visiting friends?"

Wang Qiuyi was noncommittal, he narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"I see."

"please."

Without further words, Zi Xu stretched out his hand slightly and made a gesture of invitation to Wang Qiuyi and Guang Hui.

"Please." Wang Qiuyi and Guanghui returned the greeting.

"……please……"

The huge dragon, whose size filled the boundless sky, paused for a long time, and then finally managed to choke out a sentence from his throat.

The dragon's body shook slightly, and in the magnificent mist, it transformed into a handsome man wearing a green robe and a bamboo crown.

The man had drooped eyebrows and dead fish eyes, and he looked like he was about to die.

He smiled, raised his two fingers, and lightly swiped in front of him, cutting through the void and separating the two realms.

As time went by, the sky was hanging.

Suddenly——

Above the South China Sea, traces of several people suddenly disappeared, leaving only the still-swaying void.

All kinds of strange beasts were oppressed by Lord Qingli's aura, and they came out of the sea and kowtowed in submission. They were confused for a long time, and their big eyes looked at each other.

After a long time, after confirming that Lord Qingli had indeed disappeared, these huge ferocious beasts in the sea let out a whimper and slowly sank into the dark seabed again.

…

There is a gentle breeze, butterflies and bees flying around, creating a peaceful scene of spring and bright scenery.

After being led into the cave, Wang Qiuyi and the others stood up and saw the scene in front of them.

Although Dongtian is attached to Luzhou, it is a small independent world of Dongtian in the boundless void.

This square cave world is the handiwork of a saint. It is boundless and vast, with a size of thirty percent of the mainland, and countless living beings live in it.

Zi Xu urged Qing Yun and led Wang Qiu Yi and three others forward.

In just half a moment, he crossed the country and the country, crossed a long distance, and landed on a small island in the sea.

There is only one small wooden house on the island.

"saint?!"

The half-dead Qingli Jun first shook his body, and then secretly gnashed his teeth.

I just stayed in Tongjiang, not listening to what was going on outside the window, and I only wanted to refine the Shinto Talisman.

Who could have imagined that Wang Qiuyi, under the instructions of the sage, worked so hard and traveled thousands of miles to cause trouble.

Now, the Shinto Talisman Edict is gone, and the demon kingdom on earth is gone.
To be continued...