Six hundred and thirtieth eight chapters Yin death
It is precisely because almost everyone knows that the five great catastrophes of decline are difficult to overcome, and Qingren has entered the second realm in just two hundred years, which arouses everyone's horror and even some unspeakable fear.
At this time, everyone in Butian Pavilion suddenly realized that they must not allow Qingren to grow like this, otherwise sooner or later, he will become the gravedigger of all foreign races!
"Since Qingren you really want to seek death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
To everyone's expectation, the first to attack was the unlucky old man who had always stood up for justice. Only Qingren's face showed such a clear look.
At this moment, he finally vented out the anger that had accumulated in his heart for so many years, and the sudden look of determination in his eyes almost made everyone present feel their hearts sink.
This old bastard is serious!
Ni Luck seemed to be a different person at this time, with a gloomy expression on the amiable old face. He glanced coldly at the nearest ancestor of Shujia.
Shujia instantly felt as if he was being targeted by a natural enemy. He subconsciously hid his body behind his scales, but he immediately realized that such an action was a bit disrespectful, so he could only laugh awkwardly a few times.
"Haha, senior Ni Lun is so powerful, Qingren must be doomed today!"
"Stop talking nonsense, such a great opportunity, we must let this old ruffian die without a burial place!"
Ancestor Zhentian had the most irritable temperament and interrupted him without hesitation. The sharp horns on his head were already flashing with light, and he quickly shot out beams of light, slicing through the Lotus Talisman Formation above.
The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Shadows is also not idle in his hands. Countless twisted shadows are like ants trying to bite a wild elephant, quickly biting Qingren's giant face.
Seeing Qingren, his old rival, like this, Wan Ying couldn't help but feel a trace of resentment in his eyes. Thinking of the humiliation he suffered at the hands of this old ruffian, he couldn't help but increase the strength of his attack by a few percent!
The entire huge virtual image of Qingren is made up of three colors of blue, white and red light. The joint attack of three beings of the same level from the Wei clan will dim the light of the virtual image a little with almost every breath.
But Qingren just glanced at the three of them and ignored them. Instead, he stared at the unlucky old man who seemed to have never moved with an extremely cautious expression.
At this moment, there was a sudden crackling sound in the sky, as if something couldn't hold up and broke apart.
Qingren's face changed slightly, and he waved his hand and threw out something that looked like a wooden board without hesitation.
The wooden board was full of cracks, and the surface was covered with large and small dark red patches. It looked like a chopping board used for chopping vegetables in poor people's homes.
But as soon as the broken wooden board came out, the sky above, which had already creaked under the weight of the Lotus Talisman Array, stood still for an instant.
The shadows coming from the ants around them instantly erupted into wisps of black smoke as if it were on fire. They howled and dissipated. The ancestor of Wanying groaned subconsciously.
"Be careful, this bastard has already started to use all his strength, even the natal companion firework case has been used!"
Before he finished speaking, a huge scale stood in front of him like a city wall. The next moment, a huge banging sound almost deafened all the shadows.
Only then did Wan Ying Patriarch realize that he was only slightly distracted and wanted to remind others that the fireworks chopping board that had been above to resist the closing of heaven and earth had suddenly been thrown towards him.
If the ancestor of the magic armor hadn't been taking every precaution to block it for him in time, he might have suffered a big loss now!
When Qingren saw that his old rival had escaped unharmed, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
Even though he is now fighting against the four ancestors on his own, he seems to be very majestic, but his family knows his own affairs. The best outcome today is that he can drag his enemies to their backs, or else he will end up here.
Tiange!
But what happened to Xu Luo and other human disciples in the Spiritual Heaven during this period has solved Qingren's long-standing doubts.
It turns out that my suspicion was correct. Butian Pavilion, which seemed to be just, had actually been secretly suppressing the human forces!
Coupled with the Spirit Clan who are threatening to break up in the Psychic Heaven, and the Wei Clan who have never been able to urinate into a pot, even if all the factions are so dirty, they actually have a consensus in their hearts.
The human race must not be allowed to obtain most of the Xuanqing Qi. It would be a disaster for all alien races!
Fortunately, the sacred tree reaching the sky under our feet has been sleeping for so many years. At least the rules it set back then are still somewhat binding. Otherwise, the situation of the human race today would be even more difficult!
In just a moment, Qingren realized that he actually had no choice at this moment.
If he didn't give these people a heart-wrenching lesson today, he was sure that even if everyone on the Xingshu Boat reached the Yin-Yang Sky, they wouldn't be able to make it back alive!
Thinking of this, Qingren's open-minded mind couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness in his heart.
Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs!
These words are perfect for this world and the general trend of the entire Fairy Realm, but I am a human being!
It is the mother who was born in the tenth month of her pregnancy; it is the husband’s earnest instruction that enables her to understand etiquette and principles; it is the person who is able to break through the chaos of the world in just a few decades; the body is weak, but the spirit is as high as the sky!
Most of the time in this world, the butt determines the head. Different stances will naturally lead to different choices. In the end, there will be such a colorful and gorgeous world!
There is no one who is not afraid of death, especially those who have entered the path of spiritual practice. The longer they live and the more ties they have, the more reluctant they will be to let go.
Qingren is no exception, but if his life is worse than death every day, then he will probably be even more unwilling!
When he was just a mediocre butcher, he only knew how to fight for every penny. It was the Begging Union that gave him the opportunity to see the wonders of this world.
When the Xuan Qing Qi was snatched back then, it was because Patriarch Qinggui was sitting in the Butian Pavilion that he could return to Lingyun Peak safe and sound.
When he is confused and troubled, there are countless classics in the library and many teachers in the sect to help him solve his doubts, so that he can be promoted to the five-decay loose immortal power that everyone respects...
But now, it's just your turn to make a choice!
A relieved smile appeared in Qingren's eyes, and he suddenly let out a long roar, and the sound waves crashed back and forth inside the increasingly lower Butian Pavilion mountain gate.
Almost everyone can feel the resentment in this voice, but even more of it is relief!
The unlucky old man suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and without hesitation he stretched out his palm and slowly pressed it towards Qingren.
The world seemed to be shrinking rapidly at this moment, and even everyone present felt that this withered hand was obviously trembling, soft and weak, but as soon as it appeared, it occupied all of his sight, even his spiritual perception, including his inner lake.
Only this palm is left in the sea of consciousness!
Qingren, who was the first to bear the brunt, was even more unbearable. The mountain gate with towering ancient trees and waterfalls and springs just disappeared in an instant, and then the entire vast and boundless world was replaced by withered hands.
Qingren took a deep breath in his heart. Even if he were to use this method to serve as the envoy, he would never be able to do it without the slightest hint of fireworks.
Damn it, this old guy is indeed the one who hides the deepest, and I don’t know what state he is in now?
But since Qingren decided to take action today, he has already prepared for the worst. Not to mention just being surrounded by everyone, even if the world completely collapses, he will definitely let these miscellaneous things break into his heart!
Qingren's huge palm glowed brightly, and without hesitation he slapped the withered palm that was already close at hand.
At the same time, two identical figures of Qingren suddenly appeared in the huge pupils.
One of the two figures was stained with dark red blood, and his muscles were tangled, as if he were entangled with countless resentful souls. The other was full of life, with high-spirited brows and eyes, as if his desire was as high as the sky.
The two figures looked at each other, and suddenly a free and easy smile jumped out of their pupils.
"Ah... the incarnation of death! Bastard..."
Qingren's body was only a few feet away, and suddenly a shrill scream appeared in the void!
The ancestor of Shujia, who had sneaked over at some point, happened to be penetrated by Dark Red Qingren himself.
Immediately, infinite death energy exploded in his body like a tsunami, and the layers of scales around the body of the armor were like transparent decorations in that moment.
Shujia's nature was to be afraid of death. Now that he saw Qingren dragging him on his back and incarnating the most powerful form of death to deal with him, he almost ran away far away without even thinking!
Several people decided to keep Qingren, the scourge, here, but the premise is that the dead Taoist friend will not die of the poor Taoist!
But the other green figure of Qingren, who symbolized the realm of life, did not move rashly, but hovered around Qingren with a fighting spirit on his face, looking up and down at Zhentian Patriarch and Wan Ying.
With a rumble, the two palms with completely different proportions above finally collided together, and a series of thunderous sounds echoed throughout the world.
But immediately Qingren's giant palm was like a soap bubble, being broken through by the dry palm as if it were in a realm of nothingness, and the light and flint lightly pressed between Qingren's eyebrows.
Hum, time seems to have completely stopped at this moment!
The expressions in Qingren's eyes changed, ranging from disbelief to sudden realization, but in the end they turned into calmness, and he suddenly laughed strangely again.
"Haha, it turns out that's how it is..."
Before he finished speaking, the huge virtual image in the sky that was resisting the closing of the sky was shattered into powder inch by inch like a mural that had been weathered for countless years.
When Zhentian and Wan Ying saw this scene, their eyes were filled with disbelief at first, but then they immediately looked ecstatic.
Wan Ying, who had the most tactful temperament, immediately reacted and bowed respectfully to the unlucky old man next to him who looked uncertain.
"Senior Unlucky is so powerful..."
"careful!"
But before he could finish his flattery, the unlucky old man who had just killed his enemy with one palm had his face changed drastically. The dark wooden crutch in his hand instantly burst into green light, trying to wrap up the ancestor of Ten Thousand Shadows in it.
But at this moment, the cyan Qingren appeared behind Wan Ying like a ghost.
The shadows that were constantly twisting around Wan Ying's body were about to pounce towards Qingren subconsciously.
But as soon as he was touched by the blue light, he immediately felt as if he was completely liberated. His twisting movements suddenly became calm, and then he became motionless like a clay sculpture. The meaning of liberation was almost beyond words.
After all, Wan Ying is also in the realm of the Ancestor of Sanxian. Although he has only been wandering in the realm of life for so many years, he still reacted quickly, and three huge treasure lotuses were almost about to appear in his body.
But Cyan Qingren just smiled indifferently, and rushed towards Wan Ying as if seeking death. He allowed the lotus to cut the body into pieces, but the smile on his face did not fade even a little.
Seeing this strange scene of loud thunder and small raindrops, Zhentian Patriarch, who was about to come to the rescue, was subconsciously stunned.
What the hell is Qingren doing? Isn't he taking advantage of the Ancestor Wanying by dispersing his incarnation of the Realm of Life like this?
Is it possible that when he was dying, Qingren still remembered his old rival and the "deep" feelings he had developed over so many years?
The unlucky old man also frowned slightly, but naturally he would not have such an idiotic idea as Zhentian, and immediately thought of another terrifying possibility.
Ni Lun's old face, which had always been calm and composed, finally showed a look of extremely corrupted anger, and his stern voice sounded like it was squeezed out from his teeth.
"You bastard, if you still want to cause trouble in front of me, you can't even hope to succeed..."
The cyan Qingren, who was about to disappear, seemed to hear the angry scolding of bad luck, but what he responded to was just a smile of relief and joy.
As soon as the words of bad luck were spoken, extremely strange changes occurred!
Zhentian Patriarch was exposed to the energy of life, and his body's energy immediately began to flourish. The three treasure lotuses swelled crazily as if they had eaten a large tonic flower.
The mighty spiritual energy gathered around him and turned into substance, pushing away the two people who were about to approach Ni Luck.
"This is the gathering of Baolians, swallowing up the heaven and earth! Wan Ying is going to advance to the realm, how is this possible..."
Ancestor Zhentian had a look of disbelief on his face and subconsciously murmured, but was immediately interrupted by the unfortunate old man who said something in anger.
"You Kuai clan have been practicing for countless years, is it possible that your brains are all muscles?"
At this time, the old fox no longer had the slightest bit of popularity. He stopped all rescue operations with a livid face, and watched with regret as Wanying's aura rapidly expanded and headed straight for the next realm.
"Do you think Qingren, who is so unruly in his righteousness, would be so unwise that he would kindly give his old rival a ride when he was about to die?"
Ni Luck's voice was extremely cold, and his face was as green as if he had opened a dye shop. No matter how he looked at it, he looked a little unwilling.
"On the surface, it seems that he did give Wan Ying a great blessing, but do you think Wan Ying is qualified to enjoy it?"
He didn't pay any attention to the change in Zhentian's expression next to him. While talking, he looked suspiciously towards the sky above.
This Qingren has always been cunning and cunning. He seems reckless and impulsive, but in fact he is very wise and foolish. Is he really planning to perish together with Wanying?
Zhentian seemed to finally understand, and a shuddering expression of extreme fear emerged in his eyes.
If you ask them what the ancestors of the loose immortals fear the most, then the five great calamities must be at the top of the list!
No matter what kind of calamity we have to overcome, we can only know how miserable and painful it is, and we can't even talk about it to others.
Just think about it and you know that if Wan Ying is sure to survive the next calamity, why would he need Qingren to push him? Wouldn't he be fully prepared and find a safe place to quietly survive the calamity?
But now, it was equivalent to being kicked hard in the butt by Qingren, knocking him into the door.
If you can get over it, that will be a great thing, but if you can't get over it...