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Chapter 612 Cleansing the air, a real powerhouse!

The earth is vast and the heaven is pure and turbid.

Su Qinian was walking on the ancient land where the Arena of Gods and Demons was located. He had some doubts as to whether this place once belonged to the ancient heaven. Perhaps it was a fragment of the heaven that had been cut off.

Here, all magical powers are suppressed. Even now, he cannot escape the gravity of the earth and cannot even fly into the air.

Su Qinian came to the foot of the first sacred mountain.

Within this stick of incense, he walked slowly and carefully observed the scenery and landforms here. He was certain that the soil quality here was eighty-nine times similar to the corner of the heaven he had approached, and the vicissitudes of the ancient trees were also different.

The grass and tree elves in the vast starry sky possess a kind of surging vitality and yang harmony, and have a graceful temperament that is indistinguishable from those descendants of gods.

More importantly, Su Qinian has tried to take action, and the vegetation here, bamboo and stone are stronger than magical iron. You must know that in this arena, although all magical powers are suppressed, the essence of his power has not changed.

, but even a tree root that can be hugged by one person cannot be cut off with one blow. It is conceivable that if these grass and tree elves here are placed in the vast starry sky, they will probably become rare treasures that are envied by all tribes.

Rumble!

The nine majestic sacred mountains are all located on the dark earth veins of the devil's light. They have an aura that makes people sink and fall, especially at the foot of the mountain. This aura is so strong that it even breeds in front of Su Qinian's eyes.

There were many illusions, and there were majestic demonic shadows, one after another, standing on the vast ancient land, overlooking him, all kinds of demonic visions, one after another, but sweet springs gushed out of the ground, golden lotuses were everywhere, there was sweet rain falling from the sky, and the sound of Taoism

Magnificent.

The more demonic, the more divine.

"Light!"

Su Qinian exhaled loudly, and his whole body bloomed with infinite light. The bright heart was like an eternal divine sun, shining in the divine court, suppressing the soul and dispelling all abnormalities.

Especially after condensing the Xuanhuang Dao Heart, the first ray of light and the first Dao that he realized when he established the Dao of the God of Pregnancy has become more and more solid, and the majestic, vast, and masculine aura has become more and more powerful.

Indestructible and pure to an extreme level.

The demonic shadow was shattered and the illusion was annihilated. With a calm expression, Su Qinian set foot on the mountain road to this first arena of gods and demons.

The pure Yanghe heaven is flawless and unsullied, even purer than the corner of the heaven he set foot on. This is how he transformed from a demon to a god in one step. Su Qinian was not polite. He absorbed this sacred mountain.

The vast and pure heavenly Qi is used to nourish the original fighting blood and purify the pure Yang body.

As the level of life continues to evolve, Su Qinian has a deeper understanding of this kind of pure air in the heavens. On the earth in later generations, there is also a theory of species evolution. It is not only the survival of the fittest, but also with the changes in the environment and the passage of time.

Even if they are the same species, they are constantly evolving higher intelligence, and their bodies are constantly transforming, becoming more tolerant to climate change.

Especially after the 21st century, with the jump in productivity, improvement in material life, changes in diet, and human reproduction, one generation is getting stronger than the other. Take the most basic height, people of the same age generally have higher heights.

Taller and stronger than the previous generation.

This is the invisible transformation of the essence of life.

Heavenly Qingqi is just such a substance, which is adapted to the survival of higher-level creatures. For ordinary practitioners today, it is almost a big poison, but for those who are holy and above, it can be called a poison.

It is a supreme medicine that enhances the essence of life and strengthens the foundation. It will make their physiques closer to those of heavenly beings.

But the body with innate pure yang is different. As the years go by, Su Qinian increasingly feels that the state of pure yang is unusual. Even the pure air of the heavens has become the fuel for nourishing and tempering, and is conceived with it.

The same is true for the transformed primitive war blood. Heavenly Qing Qi is more like a high-level material, which is constantly being swallowed by the pure Yang body and primitive war blood, transforming towards a higher level.

The sacred mountain is majestic, not inferior to the forty-nine Tianshan Mountains in the Holy King Mountain Range, and is even more vast and vast. Su Qinian is not in a hurry. That thought does not limit the time of the fight. He walks on the mountain road surrounded by the golden divine glow.

, constantly absorbing the pure air from the heavens, and the invisible pure air enters the body, and a layer of glazed golden flames floats on his body.

The scriptures of the immortal body roared in the heavens of the physical body. The immortal body runes belonging to the fourth level of the divine treasure orifice did not surge again, but the thirty-six thousand immortal body runes of the third level of the divine treasure orifice that were previously opened

The runes, washed by the pure air of heaven, became more and more pure and solid. Together with the three-layered divine treasure orifice, gradually, it seemed that three rounds of the divine sun of heaven were sinking into it, with the sun being warm and scorching.

The hot breath almost overflowed.

Mu Lingxing, on the wild prairie.

Millions of powerful men from all races stared intently at the vast earth above the sky, clearly showing the scene of Su Qinian setting foot on the mountain path of the Holy Mountain.

Many people couldn't help but sigh. The fact that this young war king of the human race has reached this stage at this age is not just a matter of pure chance. Looking at the scene of his mountain climbing, it is clear that he is tempering himself with the help of invisible power.

Not letting go of the slightest bit of good fortune is itself a rare quality of a strong person.

There are a few people who are lucky enough to embark on the path of spiritual practice and have never achieved it. It’s just that good fortune can be big or small. Therefore, a truly strong person never believes in any kind of bad luck, because the strong person who is truly remembered by history is definitely not

It can only be built up by pure chance.

It is obvious that Su Qinian at this moment has been recognized by all tribes, even many hostile creatures from foreign races. Even if no one from the tribes wants to see this young King Suo Tian alive, they will not deny that this is

A true strong man.

Standing in the gray wind and snow, the Jiuqu Pluto looked indifferent, looking at the scene reflected in the arena of gods and demons. How could the creation in the arena of gods and demons only target this young King Suotian?

The sacred mountain is majestic, and Su Qinian's walk lasted a full day and night.

Compared to the time when he briefly stayed at the edge of the heaven and then was expelled, this time it can be said that he gained a lot. In the last half hour, he quickened his pace, because he absorbed the pure air of the heaven with his physical body and the innate pure Yang body.

The power has also been saturated.

He climbed to the top of the sacred mountain. It was vast and sacred. The golden divine light was like dragons cruising around. The top of the mountain seemed to have been flattened by a heavenly knife. It was as smooth as a mirror, crystal clear as glass, and glowed with a light golden divine light.

, empty, but wider than the stars.

Su Qinian's eyes fell on a young man in black robe standing on the edge of the cliff at the corner of the mountain. The wind was freezing. The young man in black robe looked very heroic. He had long gray hair and a deep voice in his hair.

Neighing sounds sounded from time to time. If you look carefully, you can see that they are seven ghost snakes as thin as hair. Their ghostly eyes flicker in the forest of hair.

Next to the black-robed young man, he was leaning on a black halberd. The body of the halberd was densely covered with subtle and mysterious runes, as if a dark dragon was sleeping, breathing out the breath of the netherworld.

Su Qinian didn't speak, but just stared at the young man in black robe calmly. After half a cup of tea, the young man in black robe took a breath and turned around. His cold eyes had no pupils, but faintly reflected an ancient and calm line.

black river.

"I am Netherworld!" The young man in black robe said with a solemn tone, "You are stronger than you think."

"Saint King of the Netherworld." Su Qinian said calmly.

He has also heard about the sixteen holy kings who were finally settled in the Holy King Mountain Range and marked with heavenly monuments. This Netherworld Holy King is one of them. He comes from the Nether Clan. It is rumored that he is a stone in the River Styx.

Transformed from the innate underworld fetus, the underworld body was formed naturally. He was even adopted as the adopted son by the current underworld emperor, and taught by words and deeds. It can be said that his starting point is high enough to surpass the entire younger generation of the underworld tribe.

At the same time, the moment he stepped into the first arena of gods and demons, Su Qinian once again had an idea in his mind. His expression remained unchanged and he said: "You can choose."

"good."

The son of the Netherworld, the young Saint King of the Nether Tribe took a deep breath. This is the right given to challengers in the Arena of Gods and Demons. They can choose to let go and fight, or they can choose any of the powers of the leader to fight, and the remaining powers

was briefly imprisoned.

This is not a pure competition between the same generation. In the arena of gods and demons, there are eight people from the four tribes. Each of them is carrying different things, just to bury this one here completely.

"I choose spiritual killing!" The next moment, the son of the netherworld said solemnly.

A strange look appeared in Su Qinian's eyes, and then he shook his head gently: "I suggest you try another way. I would like to see other methods of the underworld. The instant youth is not what I want. A young holy king like you should be in the extreme."

Fall in all splendor."

Then, the son of the netherworld raised his eyebrows and firmly refused. This was after careful consideration. No one is willing to compete with this young King of Locked Heaven in flesh and blood, at least he will not, and whether it is the soul clan, ghost clan, or

He, the Nether Clan, has always been proficient in spiritual killing, and this is also his best chance of winning.

Buzz!

And as the son of the netherworld nodded, an invisible force swept across the arena of gods and demons on the top of the mountain. Su Qinian suddenly felt that his energy had become silent. Even the physical heavens could no longer control the spirit and energy.

As one body, the fighting spirit was forcibly separated and reappeared in the divine court.

On the edge of the cliff, the same thing happened to the son of the netherworld. After his energy fell silent, his cold eyes gradually became blazing, and there was a faint sound of the rushing river, accompanied by a cold and deep breath.

It filled the sacred arena.

Then, from the center of his eyebrows, a dark figure walked out, stretched out his hand, and the black halberd leaning on the ground trembled. In the body of the halberd, the soul of the soldier emerged. When the dark halberd soul came into his hand, an immortal aura accompanied it.

An unspeakable coldness, as if to freeze all souls, invaded Su Qinian silently. (Please subscribe, thank you all for your subscriptions and rewards! The group can be added now.)


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