First Son-in-law

Chu Qingyin left.

Qin Li was hurt, but there was nothing he could do!

Reunion just now, parting again.

Qin Li's heart exploded with a fiery enterprising spirit, wanting to climb to a higher level.

Only a stronger force can overcome all difficulties and obstacles.

If he can become the existence of the emperor of heaven, he can save Chu Qingyin.

At that time, I can live as I want, and no one can disturb my life.

"Practice!"

Qin Li read Wuliang Daozang.

One of the scriptures is called "Daolian Ningpo Method".

With the seven souls as seeds, plant the Dharma Aspect, conceive and train it, and finally condense the seven Essence Lotus Flowers, and promote the Dharma Aspect to the seventh level.

"This method is good, but it's a pity that it doesn't suit me. I must improve, otherwise I will never be able to break out of the pattern of the emperor of heaven, let alone kill me." Qin Li secretly thought that he wanted to digest the scriptures and use them for his own use.

Dugu Laomo came out, he had been paying attention in the dark, and now he came out to point out: "The seven souls are corpse dog, Fushi, sparrow Yin, swallow thief, non-poison, decontamination, and stinky lung, which symbolize the seven cycles of the human body. .”

In the physical body, the bones and muscles are surging with blood.

But in addition, there is a more profound and subtle power to regulate oneself, that is "courage".

Swallow thieves, devour mixed blood and keep the body pure; corpse dogs, super vigilant, sensitive to the dark; decontamination, can clean up the filth of viscera; smelly lungs, respiratory system, even if you are unconscious and sleeping, it is still running...

A person with a strong body has a strong courage and feeds back his soul, so he acts vigorously and decisively.

Therefore, those with great courage are often tall and stalwart, and the seventh stage of Dharma is to temper the seven souls alone.

The two are talking.

at this time.

Ye Qingcang came over.

"We should go on a pilgrimage."

The nine saints woke up and gathered in the temple to discuss the general trend of Qianyuan.

"Master, I'm in a hurry to practice now, so I really don't have time." Qin Li shook his head, refusing to accept this pilgrimage.

But Ye Qingcang said: "Just go there! After all, you are the face of our natural Taoism, one of the Five Emperor Stars, and the invitation card also invited you. If you don't go, it will be unreasonable."

"By the way, Han Xin Wu is also here, she seems to be your friend."

Qin Li frowned.

Maybe I can still meet Li Pingan.

"Okay, I'll pack up and go to the temple."

Qin Li glanced at Qin Lianyi, fell into a deep sleep, and his strength rose rapidly. It won't take long for him to wake up and become king.

"You stay here and help me take care of the baby girl. Senior Dugu, Master Ye, and I will go to the temple, meet old friends, and take a look at the future trend of Qianyuan."

"Go ahead!"

Master Mojun nodded.

Their time is precious, so they will not go.

It doesn't take much time for them to overcome the calamity and become kings.

"Walk!"

Ye Qingcang raised his hand.

The power of the law poured out, turning into a Kunpeng, green feathers supporting the wind.

Since the destruction of the Kunpeng Holy Land, Bei Mingxia has no scruples anymore, and imparts what she has learned all her life, the Dafa of Fengdao. After Ye Qingcang learned it, her strength has improved by leaps and bounds, so she was able to overcome the catastrophe for the second time in a short time.

call!

Blink Qianshan.

Soon see the temple.

The location is the axis of the Zhongtian in the past.

It is not so much a palace as it is a holy city of white jade.

Pile of beautiful jade, gold pillars, glazed tiles, extremely gorgeous, but also lingering a layer of holy brilliance, cleansing people's hearts.

This is the intersection point of the world's spiritual veins, known as the eye of Qianyuan, which stimulates auspicious clouds and auspicious colors, and Qianyuan aura, which turns into countless visions of vitality, smallpox and snow, and even thunder flashes, raining down nine-color spiritual rain.

"It seems that everything is here." Ye Qingcang looked around.

Visitors from all over the world.

They are all famous people in the world.

Nine streets pulling carts, unicorns walking chariots, colorful auspicious clouds, coming with a sword...

All kinds of strange cars, showing the dignity of the person, also revealed the power of the opponent, which belongs to a kind of card.

Keep going forward.

You can see the teleportation square.

There are six hundred altars standing here.

This is a treasure that passes through the two worlds, and the heavens are jealous of it.

Dugu Laomo told a secret: "It is said that this is the creation of the God Emperor, and it is to control the main six hundred worlds."

Keep going and you will reach your destination.

"Dry the temple!"

Qin Li glanced at the plaque.

The atmosphere is grand and imprinted with nine kinds of stigmata.

The hall is vast, but there are many monks, and the weakest one is also in the late stage of Nirvana.

"Master Ye." The Master of Bing Disaster approached him.

"Qin Emperor Star." Headmaster Yuan Dan beamed with joy.

"Hello, both of you!" Ye Qingcang cupped his hands and smiled.

The three families have already formed an alliance, so they are extremely familiar.

Qin Li thought of a question and asked with concern: "Dare to ask the two head teachers, what happened to the Sacred King of Bing Disaster and the Sacred King of Yuan Dan?"

The head teacher of Danqi shook his head, with a sad face: "Back then when Yuanzhou was separated, there were only two paths for the king of saints in the world. One was to freeze Yuanzhou, and the other was to leave Qianyuan. sky."

Qin Li frowned.

The twin immortals traveled to the heavens and could not return for millions of years.

More bad luck than good luck!

But they also drank two cups of luck, maybe there is some big chance, I don't know if there is any fate.

"Qin Li, you should make friends with those younger generations. Let's catch up with the Holy Master." Ye Qingcang and the Holy Master of Alchemy left together.

Qin Li glanced at the distance. The ancient Tianjiao and the present Tianjiao each have a group and are hostile to each other.

It is obvious that Gu Xiu is more powerful, he is basically a Dharma figure, and some of them are in the realm of kings.

"Where is Chi Xin Wu?"

Qin Li scanned his surroundings, looking for traces of his friends.

However, the person has not been found yet, and the enemy is facing him, full of murderous intent.

"Is he Qin Li?"

A group of Gu Xius surrounded him with cold expressions on their faces.

"What big sun sword god? It's just relying on the fairy sword."

Hundreds of gazes stared straight at the Taiyin sword box, revealing a look of longing.

"A lunatic killed Xingxiu and completely angered the Xingxiu Holy Land. The Xingxiu Holy Land has already issued a reward."

Twittering, pointing.

"roll!"

Qin Li snorted coldly.

He wasn't in a good mood at first.

This group of ancient cultivators surrounded them with malicious intentions.

"Shocking momentum!"

In the temple, hands are not allowed.

Qin Li could only stimulate his sword intent and teach him a lesson.

The sword intent was like a tide, invisible and qualityless, and outsiders could not see anything, but the person involved felt the overwhelming sword force, horrified in his heart, and took a few steps back in fright.

immediately.

Gu Xiu regressed.

The crowd receded by ten feet.

Only one person stood still.

"Three levels of tribulation." Dugu Laomo reminded.

Qin Li was amazed, and looked at this man carefully. He was nine feet tall, with broad shoulders, and his facial features were as tough as steel.

"Who are you?"

"Vientiane Holy Land, Myriad Emperors."

Wan Di is taller than Qin Li, so his aura is condescending:

"It turned out that it was you who severely injured my sect. I thought it was someone else, but I didn't expect it to be only the sixth level of the law. You should have died a long time ago."

Qin Li was speechless.

This is an emperor star.

Or his own rival forces.

"Are you interested in a duel with me outside the hall to end the grievances?"

"No!"

Qin Li said lightly.

"I think you are cowardly!"

Jin Xuan jumped out, yin and yang strangely said:

"Relying on the fairy sword, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, you are also worthy to be side by side with the King of Vientiane."

A Gu Xiu purposely went around behind, trying to grab the sword.

boom!

Qin Li stepped back.

That Gu Xiu flew hundreds of feet backwards.

Jin Xuan yelled: "This kid actually did something in the temple."

Wandi smiled contemptuously: "Take him out, I will solve this disaster with my own hands outside the palace."

immediately.

The scene is tense.

Unable to use magical powers, but capable of melee combat.

Qin Li also found it annoying, because there were as many people coveting the immortal sword as flies.

"Is this interesting?"

A cold voice stopped Gu Xiu.

Han Xinwu surrounds the moonlight, dressed in white clothes like a fairy, graceful and graceful.

"Who is this person?"

"Idiot, she is Little Moon Saint."

"She holds a sacred weapon, even kings are afraid of three points."

Han Xinwu cupped her hands and said with a smile: "Friend Wan Daoist, can you save me some face and put an end to the farce."

"snort!"

Wandi snorted coldly.

Turning around and leaving, feeling unwilling.

Seeing this, the rest of the Gu Xiu also retreated one after another.

Qin Li cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Miss Han, long time no see. By the way, Li Pingan must be by your side."

Han Xinwu smiled brightly: "I'll take you to find him."

Several people made their way through the crowd.

Arrive at the long table around the corner.

It is filled with delicious food, wine and delicacies.

As the cultivation level improved, the appetite became weaker and weaker. The banquet was full of delicacies, but in fact they were more for decoration. The big people just smelled it, showing elegance, and they would not really eat it.

but!

There was a monk who ate vigorously.

Li Pingan held a piece of jade matsutake, groaning and groaning, his mouth full of oil.

Han Xinwu stroked her forehead speechlessly, and kicked up: "Don't eat, can't you be more refined?"

"I'm hungry!"

Li Ping turned around:

"Brother Qin, long time no see!"