Chapter 32: Condensing the Sword Seal, Real People Step into the Void
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The Qingyang Palace is magnificent, the blue-gold sun shines in the sky, and the whole world is flowing with the vicissitudes of time.
Su Qinian and the others walked towards Qingyang Pavilion. Just before the three of them stepped onto the steps, a slightly playful voice sounded in their ears.
"The Qingyang Pavilion cannot be entered before the foundation is established."
What!
This moment made Su Qinian and the others tense up and their movements froze. They had no doubt that the voice was aimed at them.
"Are you alive?"
Turning around with difficulty, following the voice, the fat man looked at Master Jiyuan in front of the Qingyang Hall with a grimace.
Su Qinian and Qing Yu looked at each other, both showing surprise and uncertainty. Master Jiyuan, who should have died five hundred years ago, is actually still alive?
It was too unbelievable, but then, the eyes of the three young Taoist priests also fell on them, which made Su Qinian's heart move. I'm afraid it's not that simple. These disciples are still in the world. It's too outrageous.<
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"I have met Master Jiyuan, Qing Yu, a disciple of the outer courtyard, Qingye, Su Qinian of Xiaoyao Valley greets me." Qing Yu clasped his fists in salute and bowed.
Master Jiyuan didn't say a word, but his eyes swept over Su Qinian and the others one by one. His warm eyes were like the purest jade in the world. Su Qinian and the others felt as if they were in an old spring deep in the mountains, feeling warm all over their bodies.
Yes, even the fatigue of climbing mountains and wading in rivers was quickly recovered, and the energy, blood and physical strength returned to their peak in an instant.
As if it was an illusion, Su Qinian vaguely felt the hazy knife shadow in the Zuqiao Divine Courtyard tremble slightly just as Master Jiyuan glanced at it, but it returned to calm in an instant.
As his eyes moved, a look of surprise flashed through Master Jiyuan's eyes. The fat man couldn't bear the silence and couldn't help asking: "Master, are you really not dead?"
With a chuckle, Ji Yuanzhen said: "Life and death are just the yin and yang of Tai Chi. Hardness and softness go hand in hand, so why should we separate them from each other?"
The fat man scratched the back of his head and couldn't quite understand. Qing Yu was thoughtful, and Su Qinian also looked thoughtful.
"It's not bad, it's not bad, it came so fast..."
Suddenly, Master Jiyuan spoke, and the hand holding the sword loosened. The Qingyang Sword was simple and unpretentious, and suddenly split into three, turning into three sword shadows, as solid as substance, even under the cover of Su Qinian's mental power.
, it is impossible to distinguish between false and true, just like the three real Qingyang Swords, even the sharp edge of the sword is the same.
The next moment, Su Qinian and the others found that they could not move. Under the lock of the sword's sharp edge, the air around them was stagnant, imprisoning them for life.
The Qingyang Sword floated, and then the three sword shadows flashed in the void, and they were very close at hand.
The sharp edge was approaching, and the fat man's face was pale. Qing Yu's eyes flashed, but his eyes were slightly closed. Su Qinian's mental power enveloped his whole body, and the Qingyang Sword had no sharp edge, tearing it apart easily. Then, Su Qinian looked at it
The tip of the sword pierced his eyebrow little by little.
A cool breath spread out and penetrated into the limbs and bones. At this moment, Su Qinian not only did not feel the approach of death, but the Qi and blood around him even began to surge after being supplemented by this cool air flow.
A faint numbness instantly penetrates into the two hundred and six bones of the body.
The fat man's eyes suddenly widened, and he obviously noticed something strange, and his whole body became excited.
At this time, Su Qinian looked at Qing Yu and the two men again, and found that there was a green-gold sword mark looming between their eyebrows, but the sword mark was the same as the Qingyang Sword.
From the gazes of Qing Yu and the other two, Su Qinian could also tell that there was the same mark between his eyebrows, but he searched the Ancestral Aperture Divine Court with his mental power and found nothing strange.
After a moment, the restraining force disappeared, and Su Qinian's whole body suddenly made a series of crackling sounds, and even his muscles and bones finally screamed together.
Boom!
There was a dull sound, like the beating of a war drum. Su Qinian took a deep breath, and his whole body actually lifted up by an inch at this moment.
"The great perfection of bone training! The muscles and bones are singing together, and the war drums are beating!"
Fatty Qingye's eyes almost popped out of his head. This was clearly a symbol of the sixth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". The most important thing is, how many days had it been since Su Qinian came to Wudang Mountain?
Even with Qing Yu's calmness, he couldn't help but look shocked. Originally, the two of them thought that Su Qinian was at most the fifth level of the "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu", but now it seems that before entering the world of the soul, he has already entered.
The sixth level of practice.
In Qing Yu's view, there are few people who can compare with such talent and understanding even if we look at the entire Wudang outer courtyard.
Boom!
Suddenly, Su Qinian and the three of them stumbled, and the entire world of Yuanshen suddenly fluctuated violently. The Qingyang Palace shook like a mountain falling and the ground cracking.
Immediately, the three of them saw Master Jiyuan wave his sleeves and blink his eyes, and the four of them were no longer in front of their eyes.
It was raining continuously, the sky was dark, the Qingyang Palace was dilapidated, and in front of the dilapidated Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian and the other three were in a trance, but soon they regained consciousness because there was an unspeakable majestic aura descending from the sky, and in an instant
Like a violent storm, three people were drowned.
Horrible!
Their eyes were as solemn as ever before, making it difficult for Su Qinian and the others to move. Under this majesty, although they were not imprisoned like before, they were still struggling.
However, this majestic aura came and went just as quickly. After a snap of their fingers, the three of them saw a majestic figure standing ten feet above their heads. This was a middle-aged man wearing a pale golden Taoist robe. He was responsible for
He stood with his hands up, his eyebrows long, his hair hanging down from his temples, and the whisk in his hand shone with golden light.
Standing like this in mid-air, the middle-aged man in light gold Taoist robe lowered his gaze. Unlike Zhenren Jiyuan, this man's gaze was extremely sharp, like two sharp swords, which made the bodies of Su Qinian and the three of them feel cold and painful. This gaze
With indifference, it seems as if you want to penetrate deep into the human soul and pry into all the secrets.
"Crossing the void is the method of top soul figures."
Qingyu thought about it again and thought of something. Shock and awe suddenly appeared in his eyes. He quickly bowed and said: "Outer courtyard disciples Qingyu, Qingye, and Su Qinian of Xiaoyao Valley pay their respects to Master Jinguang."
Wudang belongs to Taoism, and Taoist martial arts masters are respected as real people after they reach the top of enlightenment. In Buddhism, they are Arhats, in Confucianism, they are great scholars, and in Demonism, they are heavenly demons. When the demon clan reaches this level, it makes ordinary people of the human race take notice.
Become a demon king.
"You are so brave to enter the ancestors' treasures and the world of Yuanshen without permission." Jin Guangzhen said calmly.
With a tight heart, Su Qinian understood that the person who came here was not good. Jinguang Zhenren had been in Xiaoyao Valley for nearly a month. He also had some vague memories of some big figures in Wudang. This was ten miles away from Qingyang Peak, Jinsuo Peak.
The peak master of the pulse.
At that time, the lineage of Qingyang Peak was cut off, and the remaining martial arts secrets in Qingyang Pavilion were divided up. Among them, the Golden Lock Peak, which was close at hand, benefited the most, and nearly half of the remaining martial arts secrets in Qingyang Pavilion fell into the bag.
At this moment, Qingyu also had some ominous premonitions. He also had some expectations about the changes that would open up the world of Yuanshen, but he did not expect that Jinguang Zhenren of Jinsuo Peak would be so domineering.
Being in the outer courtyard of Wudang, Qingyu and Qingyu can see some things more clearly than Su Qinian. Taoism emphasizes tranquility and inaction, but in the world of martial arts and monsters, wherever there is peace, it is in Wudang Mountain. Twenty-seven
There are often disputes between each other. At the lowest level, there is the selection of disciples who have successfully established the foundation of the outer courtyard every three years.
Disciples with the highest qualifications and understanding, all the disciples want to be their disciples, so that they can carry forward their martial arts and even surpass the previous sages and go one step further.
From here on, all kinds of competitions begin among the peaks. Although they don't talk about life and death, they are often tense.
Now, Qingyu could see that Jinguang Zhenren might have some thoughts. With his cultivation level, he had already entered the top level. The path to seeking the Tao was no longer something that only one or two top martial arts could help each other further.
It is clear that he wants to intercept the inheritance of Qingyang Peak and use it for his own purposes to strengthen the Golden Suo Peak lineage.
Qingyu gritted his teeth, but at this moment, he could no longer tolerate any retreat. He took a deep breath, bowed again, and said: "Master Jin Guang, please calm down. It was only by chance that the three of us found the remains of the ancestors of Qingyang Peak.
, Meng Tian was fortunate enough to be selected by the Yuanshen World, and entered it, inheriting his legacy, to rebuild the Qingyang Palace and recreate the grand scene of the 28th Wudang Lineage." (Please vote for recommendations, rolling all over the floor asking for votes,
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