"What's the point of leaving like this?"

He Changying looked cold when he saw the purple-green light flashing. However, this was the critical moment he had been preparing for many years. He had no time to clone and could only watch Tang Cheng leave.

Wuya's eyes flashed and he smiled and said, "This person is fast. When we come to Chang'an, we not only see the scene of their dog biting, but also see such a young man. This trip is not worth it!"

"Please take the matter of the old master to heart!"

"Okay, the same sentence is the same every day. Mr. Gui, aren't you upset?"

"Please take the matter of the old master to heart!"

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Mountains, rivers and rivers passed by like phantoms, and Tang Cheng had to quickly determine where he landed. His mind was like lightning, and he was unsteady. Tang Cheng suddenly gritted his teeth and fell into the turbulent Yellow River like lightning, splashing huge waves.

Taking out the rhinoceros beads and wearing them on his body, Tang Cheng no longer cared about himself, letting his body float and go with the flow. His whole spirit was placed on the sensing world.

Tang Cheng carefully opened the bridge of heaven and earth, but this caution was meaningless. It was purely for him to pass the life and death level of heaven and earth, and no matter how you prepare, it would be useless.

Usually, the bridge of heaven and earth only opens a little gap, so that the primordial power and heaven and earth vital energy in the acupoints exchange each other, and slowly adapt to the existence of heaven and earth vital energy.

However, now, the vitality of heaven and earth is like a surging river. Through the heaven and earth bridge, roarers have poured into the acupoints. However, Tangcheng dared not stop it, otherwise it would have failed.

He spread his soul to the void and felt the majesty and vastness of the world. This is the first step to disperse the soul to the void and sense the world.

Tang Cheng felt that his spirit had been pulled out of his body and rose to a height of thousands of feet. The earth became extremely vast, and the wind was overflowing above his head, almost blowing away his soul.

Tang Cheng, who had already known all the steps, knew that this was just an illusion. His soul was still staying in his body, and what was thrown away from the sky was only his divine thoughts.

The majestic Chang'an City has now become as big as a tofu block. White clouds caress their bodies, making them extremely cool. Tang Cheng only felt that his body was getting bigger and bigger and difficult to control, and seemed to explode at any time.

However, Tangcheng, which was floating in the Yellow River, was a different scene. The vital energy poured into the acupoints, and the vital power of Tangcheng was slowly squeezed.

The true talisman in the dantian is moistened by the dense Yuanli and becomes more solid. There is another mystery in the ancestral orifice. A golden lotus slowly grows from the sea of ​​relics. The green stems are as delicate as jade, and the texture on the broad lotus leaves is like that, at this moment, the lotus is just a bud the size of a rice grain.

In the sky, Tang Cheng felt as if he had been torn apart, and was extremely painful. The white clouds in the sky gathered more and more, and even the scorching sun was covered, it was already hundreds of miles in size.

This ball of white cloud has a unified name called Jieyun. Different monks have very different performances. For Tang Cheng, there is a Baiyun Talisman in the dantian, and the external manifestation of Jieyun is a ball of white clouds. If it is a flaming sky burning talisman, the expression of Jieyun is boundless flames. In short, the five elements that the true talisman belongs to are different, and Jieyun is different.

The pressure brought by the vital energy in the acupoints is getting greater and greater, and the vital energy in the dantian slowly condenses like fog. The mist-like vital energy condenses into water droplets, dripping on the Fengfeng Baiyun Talisman, and is quickly absorbed by it.

The sea of ​​relics gradually dried up, and the golden lotus flower gradually grew up and soon became the size of a soybean. Tang Cheng's divine thoughts were trying hard to keep them alive, but he had reached his limit.

The white clouds in the sky had gathered into an extremely huge cloud, and within a radius of thousands of miles, there was nothing else. In Chang'an City, He Changying smiled coldly and whispered: "What an idiot, I really don't know what death is!" After saying that, he stopped paying attention.

The dirty Taoist priest frowned slightly and sighed softly: "Another Taoist talent has fallen, which is a pity!" He turned around twice, trying to make some moves, but he was worried.

Seeing that there were more and more white clouds in the sky, he finally stomped his feet and said, "Forget Worry, Forget Worry, you are afraid of a bird coming!" As he said that, his figure flashed, and the golden sword light was like a shocking rainbow, and it flew to the side of the white clouds.

For monks who sense the world, the bigger the calamity cloud, the better. Generally speaking, if the calamity cloud exceeds thirty miles, it is considered qualified. Just by continuing to practice, the monks are expected to practice to the realm of thunder sound in the empty room.

Once the scope of Jieyun exceeds the range of his body, he will be burst into blood powder by the terrifying pressure brought by the energy of heaven and earth. When cultivators of the sect will have elders watching him. If Jieyun is too large, they will be dispelled by the elders. Of course, the master who can dispel Jieyun must be extremely strong in cultivation, at least at the level of Yuandan.

But if Zhenren Wangyou and Tang Cheng have never known each other, they will not be able to do anything. Otherwise, if the teachers and teachers blame each other, Zhenren Wangyou will not be able to afford this face.

However, after all, Master Wangyou is not a person who cannot save him. Seeing that the disaster cloud has exceeded thousands of miles, no one can survive in such a terrifying disaster cloud. Master Wangyou no longer hesitated, and a golden sword ball floated out of his body leisurely and whirled over his head.

Just as he was about to take action, the white cloud suddenly changed again, and the real person Wangyou was stunned.

Tangcheng flowed down the Yellow River, and among the 365 acupoints, Yuanli rushed into the Dantian; and the sea of ​​relics also dried up, the golden lotus had completely taken shape, the faint buds exposed a slight gap, and the pink petals appeared faintly.

The divine thoughts in the sky were finally difficult to maintain. In the moment when they were broken into pieces, Tang Cheng opened his eyes, slapped his palms, and soared into the sky from the Yellow River.

He pointed like a sword and suddenly stabbed into the sky. The mixed vital energy accumulated in the 365 acupoints was taken away by this strike coefficient, forming an extremely huge Qi sword, which pierced the sky with a shocking sound of a sword.

The thousands of miles of white clouds in the sky suddenly changed, condensed into white sword bodies, responding to the sword roar in the sky, trembling endlessly.

Wangyou Zhenren was stunned, looking at the crazy everything, and murmured to himself: "What's this? Are I, a veteran, meddling in other people's business?"

However, he immediately woke up again. This man's talent in swordsmanship must be unparalleled. There has never been a person who can transform the cloud of disaster into a sword. What is the reason for this?

True Man Wangyou thought hard. He was a genius of swordsmanship and knew the story of swordsmanship well. After a few breaths, his eyes suddenly lit up and he suddenly realized.

"Sword Domain, this person must have cultivated into the Sword Domain. God is really open to his eyes. I, Zhen Wangyou, are really lucky." As he said that, he became jealous again and whispered: "But there are people who are more lucky than me. Let's see who he is first, and who is his unreliable master?"

In the air, Tang Cheng slowly vibrated his wings, and the elegant wind and thunder wings left afterimages in the air. Tang Cheng was so excited that he could not speak. After passing through the sensing world, Tang Cheng took a key step towards the road to immortality, and the feeling of dryness in the acupoints reminded him that the Long March had only taken one step.

A golden sword light slashed in front of Tang Cheng like a thunderbolt. The sword light suddenly stopped, and the golden light disappeared, revealing the dirty Taoist robe of Master Wangyou.

The two met once in Chang'an, so when they met, they were both stunned. Wangyou Zhenren Ji pointed and laughed: "Who am I? It turns out it's you!"

In Chang'an City, only a few people understood what was going on. He Changying's face looked like frost, and he suppressed the surging jealousy in his chest. Zhang Yuan stood carefully on the side. He had officially taken office in his official uniform, as a fifth-rank official in charge of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism in the world. But in front of Zhang Yuan, he still had no seat.

Those wild Taoist priests and Ye Gu Chan all understand people. They know clearly what the concept of Qianlijie Cloud is, and the giant sword of the sky clearly reveals that man's peerless talent.

Soon, a genius boy who had a catastrophe for thousands of miles spread to Central Earth. However, at the end of the story, no one knew who the person who was sensing the world was.

Because when they arrived at the shore of the Yellow River, it was already empty.
Chapter completed!