"Although the crow grass is almost exhausted now, I still have a lot of time left. When the Xuantian Holy Sect recruits disciples and joins the Xuantian Holy Sect, it should not be difficult for me to obtain cultivation resources. Maybe I can enter the extreme power at that time."

Su Luo's thoughts moved, his whole body moved, stretched his muscles and bones, and his whole body was crackling, as if thunder was heard in the acupoints, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly burst out. With him as the center, a force field was generated. The force field became larger and larger, causing the air to twist and move. The strong wind that swept around was torn into pieces in an instant.

The energy was emitted and spread all around.

Zheng Qingyu, who had been standing in the void, saw Su Luo swallowing his moves overestimating his ability, and a cold smile appeared on his face. In his opinion, Su Luo was dead.

But not long after, I felt the strong wind being torn apart, and a powerful aura erupted from it.

Zheng Qingyu's face changed immediately, with a look of horror: "How could this happen? This kid swallowed my magical power, but he had nothing to do, and he had a very powerful aura. This... is the power of true energy? Isn't this kid the strength of the martial arts realm? How could there be true energy emitted from him?"

"Also, the quality of this true energy is so high that even the true energy in my body is about to be moved, as if it is about to be induced to burst out, breaking out of his body, and being vaguely restrained by his true energy. The true energy in this person's body is so cruel that it is like a god who is impressed by thousands of mountains and rivers. Everything in the world is under his control, and everything must be surrendered."

"What kind of martial arts does this kid practice? Could it be that the legendary heaven-level martial arts are not achieved?"

"No... it's impossible. The heaven-level martial arts are legendary martial arts. Only the true core disciples of the Ten Sects of Immortal Dao can practice them. Others are not qualified to contact them. If this kid is from the Ten Sects of Immortal Dao, there must be some Taoist protectors around him, and he will not appear in this remote place in the martial arts world?"

"If not, then where did this kid come from? Also, this kid has the fluctuations of true energy. He has clearly entered the secret realm of magical powers, but Zhao Wanling told me that this kid comes from Yanhuang, which is absolutely fake. If it is from Yanhuang, there is fluctuations of true energy in this kid's body, and it is impossible for him to travel through the two worlds, and he has been torn apart by the turbulence of space."

"If it's not, where does this kid come from? Why does the true energy fluctuate in his body?"

Zheng Qingyu stared at Su Luo with his eyes tightly. He originally thought that Su Luo was just a martial arts realm and never took Su Luo seriously.

But he never expected that Su Luo's strength would be so powerful, and he was also a master in the secret realm of magical powers.

Moreover, the aura emitted from his body even felt creepy.

The most important thing is that Zhao Wanling said that Su Luo was a native of Yanhuang. When would the native of Yanhuang be so terrifying?

Looking at the momentum that was constantly spreading in the void, a bad feeling suddenly rippled in his heart.

"No matter whether this kid is from Yanhuang or from somewhere, I have fought with him today, so I must not give up easily. Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one around, it is better to kill him, then erase his soul, and wipe out all the traces around him. Even if this kid has any background, he may not know that he died in my hands."

After all, Zheng Qingyu was a master of the secret realm of magical powers. With a long roar, his figure was like lightning, and afterimages transformed into the void. A few flashes broke through the aura, and went directly to Su Luo, and slashed down with a sword.

This sword came in a fierce momentum, like a giant god opening a mountain, slashing down from top to bottom, and its momentum was moving forward.

"Good come!"

Su Luo suddenly opened his eyes, and the spear of the God of the Underworld on the axis was provoked like a ghost. The spear drew a trajectory in the void, hitting the sword hard in an extremely tricky posture.

"Boy, you're fooled, the cold wind's palm print!"

A ferocious smile appeared on Zheng Qingyun's face. He held a sword in one hand and made a palm in the other, and directly used a magical power.

The Cold Wind Hand Seal is one of the magical powers of Feiyu Sect. When you take action, the cold wind whistles, the cold air is roaring, the sky is cold and the earth is frozen, the river is frozen, and it is extremely fierce.

He slapped out of the air, and the air around him suddenly seemed to have fallen to the extreme, and the ground actually condensed into a thick layer of ice shell.

Click!

Click!

The spear of the God of Underworld condensed into layers of frost, and Su Luo's body was covered with a layer of white frost. The true energy in his body seemed to be running slowly, and he seemed to be about to be moved and quiet.

"Is this a magical power? Sure enough, it's a huge difference with martial arts moves, and its power is definitely not comparable to martial arts moves. With one move, not to mention rivers, the sea can be frozen instantly."

Su Luo had a look of horror on his face. This was the first time he had experienced the power of magical powers himself. The moment the cold wind handprint whistled, he felt that he was about to be frozen. If he hadn't cultivated the true energy, he would have been frozen into powder and his body would have been broken in an instant.

"Boy, my cold wind handprint tastes good! The cold wind swings the power of ice and cold, freezes everything, and everything will turn into powder. I want to see how long you can last."

"Hmph, let's see if you can do anything to me, Samadhi True Fire."

A cold sound broke out from Su Luo's mouth. The flames swelled on his body, almost with the smell of flames coming across the sky, sweeping all the cold air. The cold air on his body, the gun of the God of the Underworld instantly turned into white smoke, rose up, and was burned to dissolve.

Swish!

The next second, Su Luo's body twisted, like a ghost, soaring into the sky, and the gun of the God of the Underworld pointed directly at Zheng Qingyu's throat.

"What?"

Zheng Qingyu was shocked, with a terrifying look on his face, his body retreated repeatedly, his palm fell down, and his palm fell down.

"Cold wind hell!"

He used a magical power again, and countless strong winds condensed in the void, carrying endless ice like a knife, mixed in the air, like a sword hell, suppressing Su Luo in the sky.

Boom!

In the sky, dark clouds cover the top. Once it falls into it, it will be torn to pieces by the strong wind mixed with ice in an instant.

Su Luo was trapped in the wind and ice, but he did not move at all. The samadhi true fire on the spear in his hand became more and more intense. He held the gun and suddenly, all the samadhi true fire was suddenly sucked into the spear at this moment, disappearing without a trace.
Chapter completed!