Seven thousand meters of spiritual veins, nine blood locks flying across the sky like a captured dragon.
The inside of the Xuanguang Dragon-Slaying Gourd seems to be like a black hole, swallowing the world.
Until all the seven thousand meters of spiritual veins entered the gourd's mouth, and the mysterious light dragon-slaying gourd returned to Qin Xuan's waist.
The world seemed to be calm, the Kunlun peaks split open, and a huge dragon-like 7,000-meter chasm appeared in the world.
Qingxu and the others were all stunned. They stared blankly at the gap, as if it was the gap between them and the figure standing across the sky, as if they were immortals.
No matter how much they practice for a lifetime, it will be difficult for them to achieve it.
Qing Emperor!
Qingxu's eyes were dull, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Qin Xuan put away the Xuanguang Dragon-Slaying Gourd, and this time he collected the Western King's spiritual veins, which actually consumed all the green wood in his body. It was like a withered and rotten tree, waiting for winter to pass and spring to come again.
"After all, it is the Qi Refining Realm!" Qin Xuan shook his head. Even though he was invincible on this star, he was still only in the Qi Refining Realm. For the Eighth Realm of Cultivation, and for the world of Cultivation, he was just getting started.
Qin Xuan fell to the ground, like a feather falling, and his weight was as light as a feather.
He and Qin Yan'er walked towards Qingxu's group of Kunlun disciples. Looking at the Kunlun Sect disciples who seemed to have lost their souls, as if they were seeing real immortals, Qin Xuan paused slightly.
Qin Xuan glanced at Qingxu lightly and said, "In this case, I will take away the Spiritual Vein of the Western King!"
Qingxu's face turned pale, and his body suddenly shook.
Without the Xiwang's spiritual veins, the Kunlun Sect is like a lost treasure. Looking at Kunlun, although there are some spiritual veins, how can those spiritual veins compare with the Xiwang's spiritual veins?
But at this moment, how could Qingxu dare to say anything? His heart was so horrified that he didn't even dare to say a word "no".
Qin Xuan smiled faintly, knowing that Qingxu was unwilling to do so.
However, he took the spiritual vein as the golden elixir, and the Xiwang's spiritual vein had hidden potential of the seventh grade, so naturally he couldn't let it go.
The most important thing is that Kunlun was disrespectful. If Qin Xuan hadn't missed his old friend, he would have wiped out the Kunlun Sect long ago.
Taking his spiritual veins can be regarded as punishment.
"However, my relationship with the Kunlun Sect of yours can be regarded as a bit of a bond, and things will never go as planned. Otherwise, there will no longer be a Kunlun Sect in the world." Qin Xuan said calmly, and he took out a notebook from the Xuanguang Dragon-Slaying Gourd.
He threw it to Qingxu casually, like throwing away garbage.
"This is the Western King's technique, which is hundreds of times better than your techniques."
Qin Xuan walked with his hands behind his back, and his words made all the Kunlun Sect disciples stunned and stunned.
Xiwang Jue?
The Spiritual Vein of the Western King?
What's the connection?
Qingxu took the notebook in his hand with a blank look on his face.
The Kunlun Sect practices and inherits from ancient times and is rare in the world. Is there any Kung Fu that is hundreds of times stronger than the Kunlun Sect's techniques?
Is it possible that the Qing Emperor donated his own cultivation techniques to the Kunlun Sect?
As soon as this thought arose, Qingxu crushed it out of his mind. How could it be possible!
With endless doubts, Qingxu opened the note.
Immediately, he saw each word and line of calligraphy on the gong scroll.
Qingxu was stunned for a moment, as if he was addicted to it, flipping through the notebook, sometimes frowning, sometimes shocked, sometimes excited.
The entire Kunlun Sect disciples looked at their Taoist ancestor like a madman at this moment, and stayed on this mountain peak all night.
It wasn't until the end of the night and dawn that I suddenly closed this notebook, with endless ecstasy and shock in my eyes.
"Taozu!" The little Taoist boy guarding the iron lock couldn't help but asked, "What are we going to do?"
Only then did Qingxu calm down from the turmoil in his mind amidst the stormy waves, and turned to look at the little Taoist boy, "What should we do? Although the Xiwang Peak was destroyed, my Kunlun Sect disciples are still there, and there are many more in Kunlun.
It’s enough to relocate your spiritual veins!”
There was something faint in his voice, and he stared at the notebook in his hand.
"With this technique, our Kunlun Sect will be dozens of times better than before, even if we don't have the spiritual veins of the Western King!"
There was endless excitement in Qingxu's voice. The countless mysteries and magical powers written in this volume seemed to have opened up a new world for him.
It even made Qingxu feel that he was just four characters in the past.
Frog in the well!
With endless ecstasy, Qingxu reluctantly calmed down. He turned around and looked in the direction where Qin Xuan left. Even though it was already night and dawn, Qingxu no longer had any hatred or unwillingness towards the Qing Emperor in his heart, but with a trace of
Awe.
"Qingxu takes the place of Kunlun, thanks to the Qing Emperor!" The voice came out slowly, lingering on the edge of Kunlun for a long time.
…
Qin Xuan was sitting in a car with calm eyes. He had already gone far away. He didn't care what happened to Qingxu or the Kunlun Sect.
The volume of exercises he left behind was only the first three levels of his old friend's sect's exercises, which were enough to cultivate him into a god.
However, when he mentioned that old friend from the past, Qin Xuan glanced at the sky outside the window, as if he could see through the boundless starry sky and among the stars, the woman who had drunkenly discussed Taoism with him.
The woman once occupied Kunlun on this star and became the god of Kunlun with her ethereal appearance.
On this star, ancient and modern people respect it and call it... Queen Mother!
Western Queen!
Qin Xuan sighed softly, "What a pity! Time is merciless, and Kunlun is destined to be annihilated in the long river of time."
When the mountains are decaying, the rivers and seas are dying.
There is no tree in the world that is evergreen, and no one can live forever.
Therefore, when people in the world seek immortality, they go against heaven.
Qin Xuan smiled. In his previous life, he was on the road to immortality. On the road to immortality, in this life...
He looked away and murmured softly.
"If there is immortality in this world, I should be the first one!"
…
Kyoto, a mountain shrouded in fog all day long.
This mountain was once the ancestral land of the Chen family. A year ago, it suddenly became a military restricted area.
At the foot of this mountain, there is a monument that has been broken into nine parts. Only one part is left, revealing the ruthlessness of the years. The former monument is now completely broken.
At the bottom of the mountain, a car slowly drove in. As soon as it approached, it was already stopped.
"Military restricted area, please do not approach!"
There were soldiers blocking the way, looking at the luxury car with vigilance.
Although he did not believe that anyone would dare to cause trouble in Kyoto or even dare to trespass into this military restricted area, as a soldier, he had to be vigilant.
Even though the outside of the body is as flat as the sea, the inside of the body is like a knife.
The car window slowly rolled down and Qin Xuan glanced at the soldier.
"Who does this mountain belong to?"
"I'm sorry, I have no comment. This is a military restricted area. You cannot let us go without an order!" The soldier frowned and said slowly.
At this moment, a figure came from a distance.
The body is like a phantom, and it spans a thousand meters in just a few steps.
Ning Ziyang's face was almost covered with cold sweat. He looked at the soldier and immediately shouted: "How presumptuous!"
He appeared in front of the soldier, then looked back at Qin Xuan and smiled sarcastically.
"Qingdi!"
The soldier was startled and immediately stepped back, not paying attention to Ning Ziyang's shout.
"Meet the chief!"
Ning Ziyang's public identity in China is that of a general, and these soldiers have seen him when it was more convenient. There are often many big shots here on Wangquan Mountain, so the soldiers know Ning Ziyang.
Ning Ziyang paid no attention to the soldier, but looked at Qin Xuan nervously.
right here
At that moment, another voice came from behind him that said he was not allowed to retreat.
"Chief, we cannot let you go without an order from the top!"
The soldiers looked calm and performed military salutes, but their shouts were louder than before, like thunder.