Chapter eight hundred and fiftieth chapters of the cause and effect of the past, today is over
The killings in this gun were bloody and ferocious. From a distance, I felt a kind of frightening uneasiness. The terrifying power that destroyed thousands of miles of life. Even Qin Yi felt from a distance that he could not block it and had to try to avoid it.
Just open it.
Why does this kind of ferocity look like a magic technique? It should be Master Mangshan's technique condensed into a spear shape?
But when Qin Yi caught up and took a look, the gun came from Li Qingjun's hand and went straight to Mang Mountain in the distance.
Mang Mountain is exuding a strange blood mist, and there is a faint divine light lingering on it, hanging far in the sky, looking like a bloody evil moon.
And the blood-colored gun light chases the stars and the moon, seemingly destroying evil with evil, killing blood with blood, and wants to shoot this blood moon down into the sky.
In the dark night, the blood and moonlight intertwined, and there were thousands of ghosts and souls lingering in the space. The scene was really poignant, beautiful, and thrilling.
With a "boom", the whole world lost its color.
When all the residents of Longyuan City opened their windows and looked out, they could see the entire sky turning into a bright red dark prison, with muffled thunder symphony in the sky, and rumbles resounding throughout the sky.
It's like this sky has died and been replaced by a bloody sky.
Then there was a crack in the blood in the sky, and a ray of morning sunlight shined through the crack, shining brightly. Then the crack became bigger and bigger, and the brilliance of the sun replaced the blood, spreading all over the world, driving away all the haze and cruelty.
A rooster crows, the morning has arrived, and the sky is breaking.
Just like Li Qingjun's shot, he drove away the night and the bloody prison, and raised the sun with his shot.
Venerable Mangshan was still hanging on the horizon, but he no longer had the fierce power he had before. The bone chain around his neck began to crack, and the wooden staff in his hand slowly began to crack.
"How...how can you use this Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Soul-Chasing Spear?" Mang Shan's voice was very soft, with some incredible confusion in his tone: "This is one of the forbidden arts of our Wushen Sect. It is driven by one's own anger and hatred.
It turns into an extremely ferocious soul-seeking soul... Even if the opponent escapes into Jiutian, he can't escape this divine soul spear. But before hurting someone, it is easy to turn himself into an irrational evil demon. Even our Wushen Sect can't escape from it.
It is forbidden to use, this is not your Penglai sword pavilion's thing at all..."
Qin Yi was shocked and rushed to Li Qingjun's side, only to see that Li Qingjun was covered in blood and almost turned into a bloody man. However, his eyes were still alert and clear, and he had not lost his mind.
She smiled weakly: "Qin Yi, have you seen it? What you were afraid of back then was nothing more than this. The cause and effect of many lives has come to an end today."
Qin Yi hugged her hard, his nose felt a little sore, and a thousand words were reduced to one sentence: "I forgot my original intention. He... He was supposed to be the first opponent I came to after Qian Yuan..."
"I don't blame you. Your vision is no longer here. After all, you are the ancestor of the Western Wilderness. Of course, it is better for me to solve it." Li Qingjun smiled: "I feel very comfortable, as if all reincarnations have ended here, and my mind is clear.
This way is proven.”
She didn't need to feel it, almost everyone who witnessed this battle could immediately judge that she was Qianyuan.
Li Qingjun finally looked at Mang Shan and answered his confusion: "Senior Sister Ju got this marksmanship by accident when she traveled overseas... It seems that your Wushen Sect happened to have a civil strife at that time, and there must be some traitors."
Was part of the jade obtained by Qin Yi at that time? This marksmanship should also have been left behind at that time."
Mangshan is silent.
Li Qingjun said slowly: "How does it feel to be killed by your own secret technique?"
Mang Shan said: "I'm very unhappy. I feel like a dog after a long day."
"Actually, I also wanted to ask Mang Zhan how it felt to be killed by his ancestors." Li Qingjun smiled: "Now that you have said it yourself, you can forget about my confusion."
Mangshan was silent for a moment and sighed: "Yes."
He paused and then asked with some confusion: "The anger and hatred required by this marksmanship are not trivial. How can you come up with such extreme anger directed at me?"
Li Qingjun winked playfully: "I've been very annoyed these past two days, and you happened to hit the muzzle. You let it out, and some people seem to have taken advantage."
Qin Yi lowered his head, his face flushed.
Just like Liusu said before, she felt like the earth was shaking when she stepped out, someone was going to be unlucky...
But this anger, no matter how you say it, is all wrong for you.
It's really not right, there is no need to wash it at all.
Over there, Mang Shan shook his head: "Why you are angry is not important. But why can you not be backlashed by this anger and hatred and keep your mind clear? You must know that even many Qianyuan people dare not use this trick in vain
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Li Qingjun said calmly: "I know who I am, and I know what I want to do. Even though thousands of souls are crying, and heaven and earth are searching for me, I will not waver in my determination. Who else has the qualifications to destroy my will except myself?"
Mang Shan nodded after a long time, and suddenly smiled slightly: "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."
The wooden staff, whose cracks had been widening, finally cracked and exploded in his hand. At the same time, his body also exploded into blood mist, and there seemed to be a blood-colored soul in the void, twisting and slowly dissipating.
This is a soul-chasing gun, and it kills souls.
Nine heavens and ten earths, it is inevitable.
A gleaming filament floated in the air. Li Qingjun stretched out his hand and the filament floated up and fell into his delicate hand.
She looked down for a while and whispered: "Divinity?"
Qin Yi said "Hmm": "A trace of it has been taken away by witchcraft these days, and it seems that it is here."
Li Qingjun waved his hand, and the divinity escaped into the palace, entered the center of Li Wuxian's eyebrows, and disappeared.
Li Qingjun didn't seem to have even the slightest interest in things that everyone in the Wushen Sect was eager to do.
Qin Yi was about to speak when he saw Li Qingjun's body softened and she fainted in his arms.
It was a blow that overdrawn the spirit and blood, and was so powerful that it could kill Qian Yuan.
It was even more impossible for her to be completely unscathed, as she had already run out of ammunition and food.
Qin Yi hugged her hard and felt his heart trembling.
Along the way, there were too many things discarded, forgotten, and found, but when he looked back, Qingjun was still carving many of the things he had lost stroke by stroke. Tell him that as long as he looks back, they are all here.
"Husband." Yu Shang came over and whispered: "The other Taoist priest ran away, and I didn't chase him."
"Well, it's okay."
Yu Shang looked at the unconscious Li Qingjun, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "There are many beauties around my husband. Although they are all good...but the first person Yu Shang was convinced by was this sister."
Qin Yi turned to look at her.
Yu Shang said: "Her inheritance is the worst, and her bloodline is the most common. Maybe she has some blessings from her husband? But after all, she relies on herself to prove Qianyuan step by step. Although...she may be the least like it.
Immortal?"
"She is not a cultivator at all." Qin Yi picked up Li Qingjun and whispered: "She has always been a mortal warrior."
When Li Duanxuan accepted his descendants as disciples, he said that Li Qingjun was born with a sword heart.