Chapter 2282 The sword swayed the nine clouds in the sky, and there was a monument in the golden sky

Above the golden sky, a light sword split open, forming a light monument hanging high.

Such visions attracted the attention of immortal spiritual masters and spiritual masters.

Countless cultivators from far and wide raised their heads and looked at the same sky.

"The sword soars to the sky, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Who has enlightened me?"

"No, no, no, not only enlightenment, but also the awakening of supernatural powers! There is a monument in the golden sky. This is the trace of supernatural powers. Where is the genius who awakened the supernatural powers?"

The way of Tao is unpredictable.

Understand the way, and the clouds will be leveled.

With supernatural power, you can open your eyes and see the realm of God.

Stand the inscription of your own God of War in the realm of God.

The path of martial arts in the future is to kill the world, dominate the four directions, become the overlord of one party, and even worse, pursue the path of the ancestors of the gods.

Most geniuses have enlightened the Tao or awakened their supernatural powers, but there are very few who work together.

There was an old man standing on the top of the snow-capped mountains, stroking his yellow beard and laughing loudly. The laughter spread all over the world, and then he heard his voice, which was aged but could shake the soul:

"In our ancient world, we need another genius. Okay, okay, okay, okay, hahahahahaha."

"Let this old man count his fingers and figure out who is the saint and who is the hero."

Then, the old man counted with his fingers, but his voice suddenly stopped, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

"?" The old man hesitated to speak, his expression was deep and his mood was complicated, as if the meal he prepared yesterday was eaten by a dog.

He couldn't figure out who this person was...

Not even an accurate direction.

Oh no.

Chance refers to the underground.

Damn it, could it be possible that I was in the underworld that day?

The old man shook his head, thinking that he had a hangover and had not yet woken up, so he could not figure out the specific direction.

Putting aside these things for the time being, it is outrageous for him to go to the underworld. Could it be that the Nine Netherworld Yamas are full and have nothing to do to make fun of the world.

"Old God guesses, who is this sacred person and where does it come from?" The voices of others followed the sky and reached the top of the mountain.

The old man yelled back, "Go to hell with your parents, you little brat. Do you know that heaven's secrets should not be leaked? How can I tell you ordinary people such secrets?"

It’s neither fuck your father nor fuck your mother, because the old god thinks that what he pursues is: I am the Buddha who is compassionate and men and women are equal.

The old man grunted and stroked his beard and laughed a few times, feeling more and more that he was extremely witty and unpredictable.

It was obvious that he was incompetent, yet he silenced tens of millions of people by saying that secrets must not be leaked.

"I'm in a good mood, Gouzi. Let's go have a drink."

"..."

Forget the city of worry.

The turbid air lasts for ten years and the city lasts for one day.

Chu Yue didn't know about this.

She only cares that Tu Weiwei is getting further and further away from her.

If it falls to the deepest level, the consequences will be disastrous.

After the turbid air storm noticed the human aura, it became more and more terrifying, and the resistance became even stronger, not to mention that the turbid air storm was still eroding her wings and body.

"Little junior sister."

Deep in the soul, Tu Weiwei's heartfelt voice rang out.

Rumor has it that only with extreme and pure emotion can one hear the other person's voice at the moment of death.

"Sister, I can't stay with you anymore. I'm so sad."

"No--"

Chu Yue roared, and her black hair spread out instantly.

But at the critical moment, she split into a phantom and flashed far away in an instant.

The young man in red with disheveled black hair was still far away just now, but in an instant he was at Tu Weiwei's side and hugged her.

"Senior Sister Tu, I haven't agreed yet. If you want to die, it's not that simple."

The young man who came to Tu Weiwei's side was completely different.

She still has the improved handsome face, but her immortal appearance with silver hair and silver eyes is just like the original ancestor Xue Xiao that Chu Yue saw on the bottom of the sea that day.

Under the turbid air, the Tai Chi Thunderbolt forges the soul and martial body to achieve enlightenment.

And awakened...the original supernatural power!

The wings wrapped around the young man and Tu Weiwei.

Tu Weiwei's eyes flashed slightly.

Chu Yue repeated what she had said to Xiao Li.

Tu Weiwei immediately got lucky, released the Tai Chi Thunder, and charged her soul.

Just like Chu Yue once used the soul-quenching whip to forge the original body.

Tu and Xiao used the turbid energy to forge... Tai Chi Burning Thunder Body!

Chu Yue split into two.

A man in red clothes, black hair, black eyes, sinister and vicious.

A man with silver hair and silver eyes, dressed in white like snow, like a god.

The martial arts skill created in Xialu: Shunpo, has now reached an extremely remarkable state.

While Xiao Li and the others were forging the Tai Chi body, Chu Yue was not idle either.

She tried to use turbid air to forge the original body, but she was also successful.

Although she cannot completely complete her original body, she can partially succeed.

In other words, if the forging is completed, she will be able to complete at least two-thirds of the progress of the original body.

Chu Yue, who had gone through the soul-tempering whip, evil spirits, and turbid energy to forge her body, suddenly thought that perhaps, there was no accurate distinction between black and white cultivation in this world.

It does not mean that a well-known and upright sect can only follow the right path. How to cultivate is only about the results, but the so-called right path should be based on the original intention.

Taking the common people as one's own responsibility is not just about shouting slogans, but rather having the original intention to emerge from the mire and remain untainted.

In other words, the so-called evil and turbid energy can become a good thing by changing the angle and method.

If this is the case, then the breath released by the strong men in the upper world when they break through the lower land may also be able to take the wrong direction, which is a good thing to a certain extent?

As for the more specific ones, Chu Yue can't decide yet because her ideas are still in their infancy...

...

Above the turbid air.

People from the ten major sects have already arrived.

The deacon elder of the sect association ordered: "Everyone is here, let's go into Wangyou City and compete for the demon beast."

"Not everyone is here yet!" Ning Su shouted until she was hoarse, "My brother Ye and the two female disciples from the Dao Sect haven't arrived yet."

"They are already dead." The elder deacon frowned.

Shi Ziyang shouted: "Ning Su, why are you talking to the association elders?"

"Then how do I speak?" Ning Su asked, "Do you want me to kneel down and kowtow to speak? Or do you want me to dig out my internal organs and sacrifice them before I can speak? Tell me? How do I speak?"

If it weren't for Brother Ye's death, Ning Su would never have thought that he, the first-level Martial God, would dare to talk to Shi Ziyang, the son of the elder of Lingyun Mountain, like this.

"If you want to leave, you can go." Qing Ruoshui said, "I want to stay and wait for brother."

"Ruoshui..." Shi Qinglian stopped talking, frowning.

Duan Qinghuan lifted her long skirt and said coldly: "I want to stay too."

"I'll stay——"

Zhao Fushen said: "Zhao's son is at Zhuidi."

"What I'm saying is that my son Zhang Ci is also inside."

"Then I..." Ming Shaoxia raised his eyebrows, "I'll stay and wait for Quan Zi."

Not to mention, it feels so good to be Ye Chuyue's father.

Ming Shaoxia learned to be smart this time, and he was only secretly happy in his heart.
To be continued...