Dao Ling came over to kill him, his aura surging throughout his body, shattering the clouds in the sky, and he struck with a punch, bringing with it a torrential wave of air, and the indomitable holy power collapsed the vacuum.
It was like a dragon roaring, and the overwhelming wind of fists caused Qing Wencheng's face to bleed. He was so frightened that he was so frightened that he felt like a god and demon were looking down at him from the ninth heaven.
Dao Ling's punch was as powerful as breaking bamboo, and the punch light he spat shook the earth in all directions. Before the punch was struck, the ferocious wind of the punch drove him into the ground. The ground beside him opened up, and rocks fell from the sky.
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A punch that shocked the world, unleashed raging fury, and blood spurted out from the ground, dyeing the earth red.
The world fell silent, and Dao Ling's body stiffened for a moment. He stood up and appeared in front of the charred green bamboo.
This scene made Dao Ling furious. He looked up to the sky and roared: "Qing clan!"
The sound waves surged, and he roared out with rage, sweeping across the wasteland and destroying everything. The ancient trees collapsed, the mountains trembled, and the Grand Canyon roared.
This momentum made a group of people rushing toward them look horrified. They didn't know what was going on, but they just knew that a man suspected of being a god was going crazy.
"What's going on?" There are also people from the Qing tribe among them, who are here to surround and kill Dao Ling. Their faces changed with shock when they heard these words. Could it be that this person is Dao Ling!
Soon, many characters came to the scene, and they all gasped. The mountain forest was overturned, completely destroyed, and nothing existed anymore. They seemed to see a scene where a hero was madly roaring to pieces of the mountains and rivers.
"This is?" Someone saw a charred body, and their expressions changed with shock. Isn't this Qing Yijun, the star hegemonic body of the Qing clan?
"No!" Several old men from the Qing tribe who came over were yelling with their eyes split open, almost vomiting blood with anger. It is simply unimaginable that the future leader of the Qing tribe was lost here!
Most of the people here are from Qingzhou City. When they lifted up the rocks and dug out a headless old man from the ground, they were all horrified. Some people recognized him by his body shape, and he was an elder of the Qing tribe.
A group of people in the Qing tribe are going crazy. It’s okay to lose one clan elder, but Qing Yijun is gone, and the most important thing is where is Qing Yifei?
"It can't be him!" Several elders of the Qing clan present thought of that young man first, but they were directly rejected. How could he have the ability to kill the elders of the Qing clan?
Several old men of the Qing tribe were so frightened that they were paralyzed. They didn't know what kind of people they had provoked. The most important thing was that one of the Qing tribe's most important treasures, the Chixia treasure fan that intertwined the general trend of the world, was missing!
This scarlet glow fan was refined by several generations of clan leaders of the Qing clan, and was refined by collecting the feathers of nine ancient ferocious beasts.
On that day, it was because of the treasures of the Mo family that they purchased these treasures. In addition, the treasures that had been sacrificed by the strongest members of the two generations of the Qing tribe for hundreds of years to interweave the general trend of the world were gone!
"Yes, the origin is still there..." A faint voice came over. Although this voice was plain, it contained a kind of majesty that made the world tremble.
This is a shadow that cannot be seen clearly, hidden in the void, stretching out a palm to take Qing Yijun's body away.
The remaining group of people were so cold that they didn't dare to speak at all. They felt that this was a terrifying and powerful man.
Wu Wangqing put away Qing Yijun's body with great satisfaction, and murmured to himself: "Is the breath just now that of that child?"
"Whether it is true or not, he is not Di'er's opponent. The world will be in chaos. As long as Di'er obtains her orthodoxy in the Ancient God of War Palace, even a young supreme being who is invincible in a large area will still be crawling and trembling at Di'er's feet!"
Wu Wangqing left here in a flash, but the news quickly reached Qingzhou City, causing a great shock.
"Qing Yijun was shocked to death. Who did this? He has such incredible strength."
"This Qing Yijun is so unlucky. First he was severely injured by a punch from a disciple of Xingchen Academy, and now he was shocked to death. It's true that misfortunes never come singly. I don't know what he did that is outrageous."
"I heard that the person who took action was a god. I don't know if it is true or not. If it is true, the Qing Clan probably provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked. It seems that the Qing Clan's status in Qingzhou cannot be guaranteed."
"There are enough big things today. First, the Martial Palace lost a king, and so many strong men died. Now the Qing tribe is also in trouble. Gee, I feel like the Xuan Territory is going to be in chaos."
It can be said that the entire Qing clan was furious. Not only did Qing Yijun die, but he also lost the red rosy fan, which was the Qing clan's most precious treasure and related to the heritage of their clan.
"We must find this little beast and take back the red rosy fan. This thing cannot be lost!"
"We will dig him out even if we dig three feet into the ground. Even if he hides in Star Academy, we will shock him to death to avoid future troubles!"
Many important figures of the Qing tribe spoke. For a moment, they were filled with murderous intent, and half of Qingzhou City became ice-cold, as if the twelfth lunar month of winter had arrived early.
Outside Qingzhou City, the virgin forest is densely covered. The forest is not peaceful under the dark night. All kinds of ferocious beasts are roaming around. The terrifying alien species are swallowing the moon and roaring, shaking the forest.
In a newly opened cave, a shadow sat cross-legged inside. His clothes were ragged, his body was covered in blood, and his breath was extremely weak.
Dao Ling swallowed the Blood Jade Pill and prepared for severe injuries. This is a potion that stimulates potential. Many people dare not take it hastily. If Dao Ling's body was not strong, it would not be possible for him to persist for such a long time.
Later, he forcibly burned the source, and this time he was seriously injured. He almost ran out of oil and his whole body was extremely weak.
Although he escaped, Dao Ling couldn't be happy. He looked at the charred bamboo body and nervously took out a drop of golden energy, cut it open and dripped it into the bamboo body.
This energy is undoubtedly very terrifying, with vigorous life and mysterious fluctuations. Even the bamboo body of Qingzhu, which was almost exploded by lightning, was recovered at this time.
The charred bamboo body appeared with a green luster, and hope ignited in Dao Ling's lifeless mind. Seeing that the bamboo body began to return to the white jade color after continuous nourishment, his tense mind finally relaxed.
After a while, Dao Ling frowned and murmured to himself: "Why don't you have any intelligence?"
"Could it be!" His palms trembled suddenly, and he lost his voice: "Impossible, Qingzhu's spiritual wisdom will not dissipate, never!"
If Qingzhu's spiritual wisdom dissipates, then his soul will be gone. If Qingzhu gives birth to spiritual wisdom again, it will no longer be the original one, but a new life form.
This was definitely not what Dao Ling wanted to see. He tried his best to communicate with Qingzhu, his soul almost burning.
After a night of hard work, Dao Ling finally noticed an imperceptible fluctuation in spiritual intelligence, which made his face become ecstatic and he laughed loudly: "The spiritual intelligence is not completely extinct yet, there is still hope, there is still hope!"
There are so many rare treasures in this world that they are countless. If some spiritual bodies have any trace of intelligence left, some strange medicines can help them recover.
Dao Ling was overjoyed, even happier than he had recovered. He quickly took out the ancient alchemy book and searched carefully for some weird elixirs. Finally, he found one: Tianhun Dan!
"Hey, what is the source of the soul?" Dao Ling frowned. He knew all the elixirs needed for this Heavenly Soul Pill. Although it was difficult to find it, there was always hope of getting it.
However, there is a soul source thing that is the main material. He has never heard of it, but this thing should be related to the soul, and he estimates that it should be extremely precious.
However, there was a solution, and Dao Ling was still very happy. He touched the bamboo body and murmured to himself: "Don't worry, Qingzhu, give me some time, and I can let you see the light of day again. This day won't be long!"
Dao Ling packed the green bamboo in a jade box, and he tried his best to sit cross-legged. His injury was too serious, his skin was cracked, and his blood was dry. If this kind of serious injury is delayed, it will definitely damage the foundation.
"Fortunately, there is still golden energy, otherwise we would be in big trouble." Dao Ling took a deep breath, and he swallowed a drop of golden energy. This energy transformed and derived magical energy, which began to nourish his injured body.
This energy has a miraculous effect on healing wounds. The dried blood in the body is revived and restored bit by bit.