Chapter 209 The demon clan is forbidden, invincible!
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The ancient battlefield of the Imperial Way was inherited from the dark years. After more than five thousand years, another demon king died here and was buried by the endless wind and sand.
Su Qinian looked at the scene in front of him. The furnace of light in his hand was turning gently, changing from reality to reality. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were distant and cold. This was just the beginning.
He doesn't know if he can continue to live this time, but as long as there is even the slightest chance, he will try his best.
There are always concerns of one kind or another throughout a person's life. If the concerns are not broken, then one still has to live. No matter whether one's life is good or bad, as long as one's loved ones are alive, one can always see the distance.
Unknowingly, there were as many as twenty-five demon kings in the first-level Dao realm who were surrendered by the soul-destroying technique and enslaved their souls.
A cave was the place where a human sage was buried. Su Qinian bowed and stood up after burying the sage's bones. He still couldn't help but take a deep breath.
This is a racial war.
Just like the bones buried under the grave in front of him, he found them many years later without even knowing their identities. In such a scene, in this short day, on this ancient battlefield of the Imperial Road, Su Qinian had already
Saw it hundreds of times.
Recalling the dark days of those days, the past rushed across time and space, and I still remember the startling glimpses.
Many times, Su Qinian has been thinking about the purpose of the demon clan coming from the sky. What kind of world is the sky outside the sky? Is it an infinite universe, or is it layer upon layer of countless time and space?
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Banishing distracting thoughts, Su Qinian had an idea, and the demon kings fishing in the distance began to return.
As if he sensed something, Su Qinian stood up again. He didn't expect that he would gain something if he came to pass the level. This would make the demon clan feel more heartbroken than killing one or two demon kings.
Ten miles away.
Three figures were cut off from the path ahead. They were a young man in gray clothes, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be staring into the endless void. Standing in front of him was like a black hole, with the air being torn away and gathering towards his body.
"You are a disciple of Wudang Sect and Qingyang Peak. This is very good. If I kill you, that person should appear soon."
The young man in gray clothes stood with his hands behind his hands. His tone was playful and his eyes were calm, but in the calmness, Qingye could detect endless indifference.
This is a true young strong man of the demon clan, not a demon species level, nor a fossil level, at least a taboo, maybe even...
Qingye felt unprecedented pressure. Next to him were two disciples of the Beggar Clan. Unfortunately, their cultivation was still shallow, and they had just entered the realm of the second-rate inferiors. They had not yet mastered the original Qi, and the young man in gray clothes in front of him had
The invisible force was so strong that even for him, he felt his breathing gradually become stagnant.
"Walk!"
Qingye shouted softly, took a step forward, and stood in front of the two Beggar Clan disciples.
The two Beggar Clan disciples looked at each other, shook their heads at the same time, and said: "Chivalrous disciples of the Beggar Clan come first. This man's skills are unfathomable. We may not be able to escape. We might as well stay and advance and retreat together with Brother Qingye."
"What a touching scene. The chivalrous way of human martial arts is really disgusting." The gray-clothed young man said with a slightly cold tone, "Only the most powerful force in this world can control everything, grasp the destiny, and run the destiny. Chivalry is just the struggle of the weak.
You humans are always indestructible, it’s such a ridiculous friendship.”
"Summer insects cannot speak of ice."
Qing Ye said coldly, "How do the monsters and barbarians know the etiquette and integrity of our human race? The ways of the sages can be profound and profound."
The young man in gray raised his eyebrows, but was not angry. He just said calmly: "No matter how much you talk, it's useless. You only have one chance. Let me see Wudang Qingyang Peak's martial arts. However, it seems that you have not mastered the life-breaking knife. It's a pity.
Oh, the inheritor of light, I really look forward to picking off his head with my own hands."
Qingye took a long breath and stopped refuting. He stretched out his palms and began to gather his true energy. Now, with his cultivation level that has just entered the second-rate realm, although there is no hope, there is always a chance of death.
There are wisps of silver light rain emerging between the sky and the earth. If you look carefully, it is clearly a series of extremely fine silver thunderbolts and lightning sparks.
"The origin of thunder? It's a bit interesting. After understanding the power of martial arts, there's something interesting about it."
The young man in gray clothes spoke, as if he were standing on the top of a mountain, with wind and sand swirling around him. Just this aura made the two Beggar Clan disciples unable to have any fighting spirit, their faces were pale, and their spirits were greatly oppressed.
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Qingye's right hand was gradually entangled with silver lightning, and his expression was more solemn than ever before. Today's battle may very well be the last battle in his life.
The silver lightning flickered, but was silent. An extremely domineering palm force continued to rise, and even the air produced slight fluctuations, which was extremely rare in this ancient battlefield of the Imperial Dao.
"It's a good palm technique, the thunder is silent, and it is the most domineering and powerful Yin Lei." The young man in gray commented, "This palm technique can barely be ranked among the top, but the cultivation level of the creator is probably not high.
Most likely, the second level of thunder tribulation has not been passed yet, and this way of thunder is still immature."
"Arrogant!"
Qingye scolded him coldly, and with a movement of his palms, a silver thunder pool appeared in his palm. The silver lightning in the thunder pool was like water, and it could be seen that a large swamp was rising and falling. Countless strange beasts were bathed in the thunder and gave birth to descendants in it for generations to come.
This is "Ze Lei Palm". Now Qingye has gained more inheritance as his cultivation level has deepened. This palm technique has also evolved to an extremely high level. I am afraid it is enough to hit the Dragon and Tiger Ranking.
But facing the young man in gray clothes in front of him, Qingye was not sure at all.
"It's a pity that if you step into the taboo, you can barely survive one move in my hands. You are not qualified now."
The young man in gray clothes shook his head, raised one hand, stirred his sleeves and robes slightly, and drew a picture of Hunyuan Ruyi, what kind of thunder pool, silver lightning, and all the beasts in Daze were swallowed up and disappeared.
not good!
The color of the clear night changed, and I saw the young man in gray flicking his sleeves again, and the roaring thunder pool that had been swallowed up before emerged with more ferocity than when it came, and poured down towards him. Silver lightning was like a waterfall, and it was crowded in an instant.
It filled the whole world before his eyes.
As for the two Beggar Clan disciples, they couldn't muster any resistance at all. They were enveloped by the inverted palms and could not move.
boom!
The dust was flying, rolling up several waves of sand, accompanied by the decaying smell of ashes.
The young man in gray clothes shook his head and was about to turn around when he suddenly sensed something. His steps stopped and his eyes showed unprecedented excitement. He stared at the rising sand and a dazzling beam of light shot out from his eyes.
Suddenly, the waves of sand were cut open, revealing the true scene in the center.
The two Beggar Clan disciples opened their eyes, showing signs of astonishment. The death they imagined had not come. Immediately, they saw a figure dressed in coarse white robes, standing in front of the three of them, like an eternal sacred mountain.
, and held the land in all directions.
A head of black hair was fluttering lightly, but it could not hide the vitality of the vicissitudes of time. Immediately afterwards, the black hair turned into snow at a speed visible to the naked eye, crystal clear and pure, and flowing with a gentle halo.
"Begging for New Year!"
When Qingye opened his mouth, he took several deep breaths and only softly spat out these two words.
But with his back to him, Su Qinian smiled. Once upon a time, as his cultivation level continued to improve, his reputation in the world became more and more grand. Many people on Qingyang Peak saw him, and only the word "Peak Master" remained.
, even if it is a clear night, many times, there will be a sense of restraint.
Hearing these two familiar words again, for Su Qinian, was more satisfying than breaking through the barrier and opening the third level of the divine treasure again.
He doesn't want to wait until he stands on the top of the mountain in the future without anyone close to him. Experts are lonely. Why are there so many hermits? Most of the time, it's not because they are tired of everything, but because they are really lonely.
"The inheritor of light, Wudang Su Qinian!"
In the eyes of the young man in gray, Su Qinian was the only one left at this moment. He said almost word for word, with a burning fighting spirit brewing in his body: "The Taotie Tribe of the West Sea, swallow three thousand!"
Children of the royal family!
Qingye's eyes were shocked. No wonder the person just now was able to absorb his palm movements and reverse them. It was rumored that the Taotie clan, one of the royal families of the West Sea, was born to be close to the Devouring Dao. This Taoism, which is free from the five elements of yin and yang, in the dark years
, there was even a time when the demon king of the Taotie tribe opened his mouth to swallow the sky, turning eight thousand miles of human land into darkness.
Su Qinian did not waver in the ancient well and said calmly: "Of the four holy taboos who stepped into this ancient battlefield, it's a pity that you are the only one who came."
His eyes suddenly became sharp. How could Tun Sanqian not hear the contempt in Su Qinian's words? Did he think that he alone was not a concern?
But Tun Sanqian was not really angry, but became more and more calm. The other party knew that four of his demon clan's holy bans had stepped into the ancient battlefield of the Imperial Way, and they had probably gotten some information. As for how this information was revealed.
, he doesn't care, what he cares about now is how to take off the head of this inheritor of light, the guardian of the Four Seas Emperors of Chunyang, the four souls. Even though he is a child of the royal family, he is very eager to do so.
Su Qinian did not take action immediately, nor did he intend to use the broken monument. This was a royal descendant of the Taotie clan, a young holy ban, not the demon king of the older generation. Su Qinian was not afraid to compete with any master of his generation.
, he has an invincible mind and can overwhelm all enemies of his generation without any resistance.
Even on the ancient battlefield of the Imperial Road, the air began to become stagnant, the wind and sand stopped, and the three of Qingye retreated silently. The void was extremely solid, and when the two Su Qinian actually fought, there was a strong wind that seemed extremely ordinary to the outside world.
It was enough to cause serious injuries to three people, or even death.
At this moment, no one noticed dozens of miles away.
On top of a huge exposed forest-white demonic bone, a young man who looked about fifteen or six years old stood tall.
The young man was dressed in green and was swept by the wind and sand. When he reached a place three feet away from his body, he froze and then fell straight down. (Please give me a monthly recommendation ticket. A Qidian genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps! Please give me a Monday recommendation ticket!) (To be completed.