Lord God Xiaoyao

Time is like an arrow, gone forever.

In a blink of an eye, another eight years have passed, and the world has been turbulent for the past eight years, and it is no longer peaceful.

The four demon sects recklessly attacked indiscriminately, and some small sects were constantly attacked by the demon cult. Those who followed it prospered, and those who opposed it perished. The power of the demon cult prevailed daily.

The world is turbulent, but inside Qingyunmen is as stable as Mount Tai.

None of the four demon sects came to provoke Qingyun, and Qingyun rarely slays demons and demons. The two sides seem to be distinct, and peace has lasted for so many years.

But everyone knows that this kind of peace cannot last too long. After the demon cult expands its strength, it will attack Qingyun again sooner or later.

The top of Tongtian Peak!

Yang Qifeng had his arms bare. He looked at his bronze-colored skin. A force continued to temper his flesh and blood. The strength of his copper head and iron arms continued for eight years, and he is still alive today.

His physical body is still continuously strengthening, but progress is very few. This kind of tempering evolution is extremely slow. If you want to have qualitative progress, you don't know how long it will be.

The bronze-headed iron-arm was promoted to a high level, but it also derives the ability. It is this resilience that he can feel a qi flooding himself. He is like an engine. Not only the vitality but also the resilience, have risen to a level. The degree of terror.

With a hum of the Seven Star Sword, it instantly unsheathed and hovered in front of him, and scribbled at his left arm. The sound of metal clinking sounded, and a white mark appeared on his left arm.

The seven-star sword of the lower grade Taoist weapon now wants to break through his defenses, and ordinary attacks can no longer work. This bronze-headed iron arm has broken through to the advanced level, and it is the most terrifying talent supernatural power in front of him.

Surrounded by blue light, the seven stars on the Seven-Star Sword were embellished one by one. With a brush, they slashed across the arm again, like a kitchen knife chopping wood. It was very laborious. After a breath of time, a hole one inch deep appeared on the left arm. .

The blood has just flowed out, and the wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just three or five breaths, the wound has recovered as before, and there is no trace of it, only a trace of blood at the location of the wound. .

It symbolizes that the scene just now is real, not your own fantasy.

He is invincible!

It's so lonely!

Yang Qifeng sighed, the original combat power of the false immortal Dao was enough to make him sweep the world. He never expected that after the bronze-headed iron arm was promoted to high-level, his combat power increased to a terrifying level.

In the eight years of tempering the body with the copper head and iron arms, the lower-grade Dao implements are no longer broken. Even the lower-rank Dao implements seven-star sword, it would be hard to harm him.

The world of Zhuxian is not considered strong. For example, the ancient sword of Zhuxian is only a middle-rank Dao implement, but it is not an ordinary middle-rank Dao implement. It is the strongest middle-rank Dao implement. If it is blessed by formations, it is not weaker than ordinary Dao implements. High grade Taoist device.

Therefore, in this world, only the few Dao artifacts of Zhuxian Ancient Sword that can make him jealous can have the ability to kill him.

This is still based on physical combat power alone, not counting the power of his false immortality, the two superimposed together, it is two words, invincible!

Yang Qifeng had the feeling that the tempering of the body with the talent of the copper head and iron arms had very little effect now. This was not because of his inadequacy, but because the upper limit of the world was too low.

If he were in the big world of "Xian Dao", his talented supernatural powers, bronze head and iron arms, would take his physical body further, and the lower-grade Dao artifacts should no longer hurt him by half, and the middle-grade Dao artifacts were just like the lower-grade Dao artifacts in front of him.

If the copper-headed iron arm breaks the high-level boundary, then there will be an essential improvement, and the upgrade will be even more terrifying. The high-grade Taoist device, no, even the superb Taoist device can't hurt him at all, this should be a Lingbao To hurt him.

Every talent and supernatural power has great potential to be tapped, but the bronze head and iron arms have broken the boundaries. Yang Qifeng has not reported hope for a while. Unless it is an adventure, according to his estimation, the first to break the advanced limit should be Powerful.

He has acquired this ability for too long and too long. For such a long period of time, he has not given up training on it, but because it is too difficult to break the boundaries, the power is always stuck at the advanced level.

When he broke through, Yang Qifeng knew that the growth derived from this infinite power would truly become a great magical power that resounded through the heavens, the world of law!

"The real head!"

"Qiao Shan and the heads of the East Lake factions came to worship the mountain and have arrived at the Yuqing Temple." A Qingyun disciple came to Tongtian Peak to preach.

"Assemble the first seat of the six channels in Yuqing Hall, I will come soon!"

"No!" He came and left in a hurry.

Yang Qifeng watched the light disappear into Tongtian Peak, and he walked slowly towards Tongtian Peak.

The Qing Palace is huge in scale, with dozens of red stone pillars supporting the beams, and the roof of the hall is made of yellow glaze. Under the sun, it is dazzling and brilliant.

At this moment, the first seat of the six channels is sitting on the top, and the bottom is a person with different costumes, including male and female.

Although their outfits are different, they are all the same, and they are all above everyone else. They are all heads of the same faction and dominate the party.

"Meet the real head!" Yang Qifeng walked slowly in a loose Taoist robe, no matter it was the first seat of the six channels or the heads, all bowed down and bowed.

"All the heads gathered together, Qingyun don't know what's the matter?" Yang Qifeng sat down, his eyes swept over the crowd, and he said plainly.

"Please also the head of the real person to uphold justice for the world, eradicate the magical way, and restore peace to the world." They looked at each other and were silent for about three or five breaths. One of the tall men strode out in a deep voice. sermon.

He looked at Yang Qifeng hopefully, hoping Yang Qifeng would agree to his request.

Yang Qifeng's eyes were calm, he did not answer this, and someone spoke for him.

Southern Xinjiang!

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The ancient cave became wider and wider as it went, but the darkness around it became deeper and deeper.

A red light flashed suddenly in the darkness.

A figure, a man wrapped in a sheet of extremely bright silk, slowly fell from the black breath and stood in front of the stone statue woman.

Behind him, the black air screamed again and again, and the shadows shook, as if countless demons roared in ecstasy.

Only his back looks a little strange.

Standing in front of the stone statue, he stood silently in the wind and rain.

Slowly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cold stone statue.

The low voice quietly echoed in the wind and rain, traversing thousands of years, through countless wind, rain, snow and frost.

"exquisite!"