Heart ape...
Pressing his heart lightly, Yang Yu's eyes moved slightly.
During the war, I forgot about other things, but at this time my mind returned, I also noticed something strange.
In the more than 1,200 years after leaving Fangcun Mountain, especially in the thousands of years when Jin reached the ever-changing changes, he tried to find the stone monkey that became a spirit more than once.
But until this time, he had noticed the fluctuations of the stone monkey spirit for the first time.
This man in his heart was actually hiding in his heart, wandering among all kinds of distracting thoughts.
The non-will burns to an extremely strong point and is simply unaware of it...
and……
‘This monkey is dead…’
At this moment, Yang Yu had an enlightenment based on the distracting thoughts that surged in his heart.
The spirit of this stone monkey was born and eaten by the Nine Heavens Killing Child with a great magical power of killing. Its body was completely dispersed, and at this moment it was like a lonely soul, blending into his various distracting thoughts.
Therefore, for more than a thousand years, he could not find the existence of this mantra.
Because, in a sense, the spiritual light of this mind ape has been subtly dissolved by him...
"Those who have a body and a person with a heart are born with a bone reversal. He is the one who hates the most and hates the most..."
The sound of the three-pointed two-edged sword spirit is so weak that only Yu Yang can hear it. It repeats again:
"If I dissipate before the heaven and earth, you can cut off the mind, then, you can try one or two..."
"No need!"
Before he finished speaking, Yang Yu had already raised his hand to interrupt him. He glanced at the sword spirit that seemed a little surprised. He disappeared in this void in his sleeve:
"Since you are not destined to be destined, there is no need to force it!"
In the Yintian Palace, there is a rank map where the God of Justice was promoted to the saint. The value of it is self-evident.
But for Yang Yu at this time, it was no longer a must-have item.
Thousands of years ago, he had completed his own unique sage map.
What he wants to do at this time is not to seek the path of others, but to practice his own way.
Going further to Jue Ding, welcoming the so-called "death disaster" that he has no idea about in the dark.
boom!
In the illusion of Zhou Jueyin Tiangong, in the temple of Xiansheng, a sword spirit wearing a blood-stained armor looked at the figure who was leaving with a silent expression.
For a moment, its heart was slightly shaken.
Since the resurrection of the disaster, I have been able to have five points in line with my own master in countless thousands of years.
Perhaps there are more suitable people in the future to come to this mysterious realm, but can it wait until that day?
But in just a few moments, the hesitation in its heart was erased.
"I can settle it, but I can't..."
In the quiet temple, the body of the sword spirit gradually faded and was about to extinguish:
"Master, I may not be able to wait..."
...
boom!
The aftermath of the collision of magical powers did not dissipate, breaking through the gap, shaking the wind and clouds of the sky, sweeping away the smoke and dust from thousands of miles away, and causing various changes in the celestial phenomena.
Above the endless sea, there are sometimes strong winds, sometimes heavy snow, sometimes rain and snow mixed with hail...
"The master of the observation..."
On the top of Wudou Mountain, Yuan Ben and Han Jiu were all nervous.
After a thousand years, although they have not yet broken through the obstacles of humans and immortals, they are also the masters of Nine Yaos.
But they had no way to see the clarity of the collision between nothingness.
"... The Lion God King's chess was defeated and was chased by the master of the spectator!"
Only Jiang Xiazi, although he could not see it, could vaguely calculate some with the practice of Tianji Jingshishi Book.
But before he could speak, someone had already spoken first:
"The master of the temple gathers thousands of incarnations into one, and the Yuan Magnetic True Body Art has been promoted to the 11th level of heaven, and the combination of martial arts and martial arts is enough to compete with the Lion God King!"
The sound of lightness and agility sank into the hearts of everyone like water, sootheing anxiety and worry.
When Jiang Xiazi saw the white dress, he couldn't help but look slightly calmer:
"Xian'er, your supernatural powers are getting more and more diligent, and even my mind will be shaken by you."
"The master of the Guanshi has only then that I can achieve my supernatural powers and improve my fortune. If the master of the Guanshi is promoted to the eight poles, seven or eight of us will probably make great progress!"
He Xian'er walked slowly.
Her body is slim and beautiful in appearance. She is not as cold and lofty as she is, but has a kind of soft and soft feeling of moistening things.
The sound seems to cleanse other people's hearts, soothe uneasiness, and heal the wounds of the mind.
"A few days ago, Zhang Guo and others invited me to the former site of Wanshishan to serve as the Zhongli Lie guardian. He seemed to be trying to attack the human immortal again?"
"You're going?"
Jiang Xiazi frowned slightly.
More than a thousand years have passed, and martial saints have emerged in the world. There are only a hundred people in the contemporary era of the Martial Dojo.
But the difficulty of human beings is ten times that of a martial saint. Even if Zhong Lilie is so talented, he will fail several times of impact.
"The people who come into being, whether seven or eight, are connected in a sense, and it is impossible to avoid them."
He Xian'er nodded:
"Uncle Master, Master, he was instructed by the Master to search for all kinds of rare treasures for seven hundred years. You are always suffering and stay in the Martial Gate."
This is her purpose here.
This fairy girl has a gentle breath, but she speaks very tightly and quickly. Before Jiang Xiazi can reply, she has already left:
"I have to go and see if those people have three heads and six arms, how dare I look at the master of the observation!"
...
The collision between nothingness rumbling across the world, and the land of the Eastern Wilderness was also covered by thunder.
On the former site of Wanshi Mountain, on a mountain that is thousands of feet high, Zhongli fell to the ground and sat down, and Li Ningyang and more than a dozen others hung their hands on one side.
"It is far better than Jiuyao..."
The rich spiritual energy lingers beside him, Zhongli Lie crosses his sword in front of his knees, his eyes opening and closing:
"If this time, it won't work..."
At this point, Zhong Lilie couldn't help but look at the vast and scorching blood and energy between nothingness.
Seven hundred years ago, he had collected all the rank maps needed to advance to the Eight Poles, various treasure medicines and Taoist fruits.
But until now, he has not finished the last step of the ceremony.
It’s not that I can’t, but I’m unwilling to accept it!
For more than a thousand years, the martial arts and immortals have almost become his obsession.
"Senior brother..."
Li Ningyang and others were all a little complicated, they wanted to speak but stopped, and they were quite worried.
Fortunately, although Zhong Lilie closed his eyes, he seemed to want to let go of his obsession: "Then, I can only give up."
"If the senior brother cannot succeed, it means that this road is a dead end!"
Li Ningyang was still leaning on the crutches, and a hint of awe flashed across his old and shriveled face:
"Why compare with that one..."
"If you don't compete with the strong for the rest of your life, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"
Zhong Lie pulled the corner of his mouth and felt a little self-deprecating:
"There is everything wrong to have a competitive spirit, because I lack cultivation and lack of talent..."
The body of Jiu Yao is almost invincible in the world. Even the giant monster like the Lion God King who has been like for nearly ten thousand years is helpless.
If he was born with such a strong man in his lifetime, how could he not have the idea of ​​competing?
But how can we compete for power?
"call!"
Zhongli Lie breathed out a turbid air, and all the true elders of Wanshishan were silent and had nothing to persuade.
But at this moment, Zhong Lilie's heart suddenly shook, and in the dark, he heard an extremely ancient and ethereal voice:
"It's not that you lack talent, but that the person is born in response to disasters. Although you are the one who responds to luck, you are not the only one who responds to luck..."
"Um?"
Zhong Lilie closed his eyes before he opened his eyes, but he was in the darkness. When he saw a silly old Taoist, he smiled and bowed in the darkness:
"I have a plan to help fellow Taoist kill this beast!"
...
...
Huh ~
In the midst of nothingness, there seems to be a great sun swims quickly, and the vast and masculine qi and blood cut through the haze and moves horizontally into an unknown place.
The nine levels of supernatural powers and even the nine bright limits cannot be broken by the most powerful person.
However, within a thousand years, with the "Great Sun Tathagata's transformation", Yang Yu's cultivation in supernatural powers has already exceeded this limit.
Except for the few magical powers such as Tongyou and the great magical powers of merging troops and refining the body, all other magical powers have reached the tenth level of heaven.
Among them, the highest level of God’s movement has reached the 11th level of heaven.
call!
The boundless void swept across his body at a rapid speed, and Yang Yu shuttled through it. The speed was no longer an ordinary person could see it.
But he did not try his best to urge the speed of divine movement. While chasing the Lion God King across the road, his mind gathered in himself.
Along the trembling in the dark, I saw what was stationed in my heart.
Chapter completed!