Refining Taoism and ascending to immortality

Together, the treasure seals turned into a golden light, which only flashed and reached the top of Meng Zixia's head. Then, with a slight shake, brilliant golden colors rushed out.

In less than half a breath, the surrounding area has been dyed with a layer of golden treasure seal color. The fine lines on it are like dragon scales, arranged downwards, containing an indescribable power of imprisonment.

"Another spiritual weapon."

Meng Zixia's face changed greatly, and he was mumbling words. The power of the dragon-patterned gold medal had not yet arrived. On his robe, a foot of frost-white light suddenly bloomed, and then a fine line of azure was attached. Above, the blue sky breaks through the clouds, blocking the power of the dragon-patterned gold medal, allowing it to roll on the light but not fall down.

When Zhou Qing saw this, his eyes moved and he said: "Protective clothing?"

Protective clothing, the most popular defensive treasure among monks. It's just that the protective clothing is uneven and cannot be generalized.

Judging from the treasure light in front of him, the protective treasure robe that Meng Zixia wore was also a spiritual weapon, but its spirituality was obviously not as good as the Raging Dragon Sword Plate he sacrificed.

Even if the dragon-embossed gold medal does not put the extraordinary pressure on the monks like it does on the underwater monster, it can still be a fifty-fifty equal to this treasure garment.

Indeed, at this moment, the treasure clothes on Meng Zixia's body were rippled with water ripples, trembling incessantly. It was obvious that the treasure clothes had reached their limit.

Zhou Qing made this judgment, and his heart skipped a beat. Following the Yin Eclipse Cold Water behind the dragon-patterned golden seal, he crossed the treasure seal in just one move, arrived in front of Meng Zixia, and then fell down.

Meng Zixia used the Taoist technique of Splitting the Golden Sword Spin and the spiritual weapon Raging Dragon Sword Disk, which consumed an astonishing amount of energy. When the dragon-patterned golden medal came, he used up the little energy in his body and used his protective treasured clothing to barely block it.

At this time, he was shocked and angry. On the one hand, he did not expect that the other party actually had a spiritual weapon in his hand. On the other hand, he did not expect that the opponent actually had extra energy in his body, allowing Zhou Qing to control two spiritual weapons at once.

Just like this, when the cold water of the Yin Erosion came first, it hit Meng Zixia, and after breaking the light on the protective clothing that was confronting the dragon-patterned gold medal, the ice blue depth penetrated into Meng Zixia's body. Between Xia's brows, it seemed that the extreme cold from ancient times was spreading, and the meaning of ice was everywhere.

The cold water of Yin erosion has not yet come, Meng Zixia's body is already covered with a thin layer of ice, wisps of Yin writing are intertwined, the faint and deep colors are condensed and not scattered, every moment, there is deepen.

Cold, very cold, extremely cold.

The coldness came from the outside to the inside, from the body, to the Qi, to the mind, everywhere. In the coldness, Meng Zixia felt as if he had become an ice sculpture. Can't move, can't think, can't speak, only the dark color of ice blue continues to spread.

"How can Zhou Qing still perform Taoist magic? And the power of this Taoist magic is so great?"

Meng Zixia's last consciousness was filled with confusion.

He is very rare to be able to refine two spiritual weapons and practice a Taoist technique in his current state of entering the orifice, and it is all thanks to his own Taoist body.

But Zhou Qing seemed to be slightly better than himself. The two spiritual weapons he commanded were of high grade, and his Taoist skills were also first-rate.

How did he do it?

Zhou Qing looked to the opposite side. When his cold water hit Meng Zixia, the fight was over. Next, he found that a purple-green light rose from under his feet, turned left and right, and enveloped the defeated Meng Zi. Xia disappeared in an instant.

Zhou Qing watched as the smoke and clouds that originally surrounded Qingyu Terrace gradually dispersed, leaving only a layer of water vapor that seemed to be there or not. The skylight outside shone over and reflected it, showing a kind of blue sky like a clear sky after a rain. .

Green as jade, bright as a mirror, sound like a chime.

"Won."

Zhou Qing's voice was not loud, but his eyebrows were raised slightly, showing a sense of joy.

On a small stone platform on the water below, there is skylight hanging under the eaves of the flying pavilion, which looks like a mirror that has just been polished. The Lezi girl stands below, eyes wide open, looking at the high platform where the smoke and clouds have dispersed, and there is only one person left.

She looked at the other party motionless, and faint clouds came from all directions, and the red clouds covered it, and then upwards, it turned like the color of morning glow. Under the auspicious aura of the scenery, a layer of ripples seemed to gather on the face, and she said: "Zhou Qing, we win."

Behind her, the two maids looked at each other and could see each other's surprise.

After all, in the beginning, Meng Zixia from Zuoqiu Mengshi won three games in a row, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, and was very strong. They feel that they should take advantage of the victory and take another step forward. But the result was unexpected.

Zhou Qing, an unknown descendant of the Zhou family in Luochuan, became a sensation, defeating Meng Zixia and becoming the winner.

As soon as the Lezi girl's Dharma eyes were opened, a layer of colorful light appeared above her eyes. She saw that at this moment, on the high platform, the Qi was intertwined, like a hanging high wheel, like a green bell, or like a falling startling rainbow. Thousands of postures, mysterious sounds clear and clear.

"Meng Zixia's actions have now made her a wedding dress for Zhou Qing."

Seeing this scene, the fun girl Zhu Jingjia murmured to herself.

On the high platform, there was such a vision. It must be that many real people in the sect cast their eyes over and felt this way.

At this time, Zhou Qing was the center of attention.

The appearance of Impact True Legend was impressive.

"Zhou Qing became a blockbuster."

Zhu Jingjia blinked her big eyes, Qingyu Taichung's stunning appearance has a great and long-term impact. If Zhou Qing can really be promoted to True Successor in the future, his appearance today will definitely be no less.

Zuoqiu Meng clan, in the clan, Master Mengqi waved his hand, and the strange light seen in the palace slowly sank into the ground and disappeared.

The surroundings became much darker, and a heavy power permeated the air, making his pair of white eyebrows look like knives, frosty white and sharp.

Obviously, Meng Zixia's defeat on Qingyu Terrace made this important Zuoqiu Meng clan very unhappy.

Not only because Meng Zixia lost, but more importantly, Meng Zixia lost to the son of Luochuan Zhou clan, and he was the son that Zhou Chen valued!

If he hadn't suppressed his anger, he would have been furious at this time, which was really annoying!

As for the middle-aged man who had always been smiling beside Meng Qi Zhenren, that is, Meng Zixia's direct elder, at this time, his face was pale.

After this, Meng Zixia's previous success in three consecutive victories was wiped out. In the clan, there was only one hat left, that he lost to the son of Luochuan Zhou clan.

In the Zuoqiu Meng clan, which is extremely hostile to Luochuan Zhou clan, with such a hat, the future development can be imagined, it is bleak.

If I had known this earlier, I would not let Zixia take risks!

He regretted it and was dejected.

"Haha."

Sadness and joy are different. At this time, in Danyangzhou, the home of the Zhou clan in Luochuan, Zhou Chen laughed out loud, which was rare. The magic power on the top of the door rose into the air and condensed into thousands of treasure lamps. The flames fell down like water dripping from the eaves.

Zhou Qing didn't know what happened in the Zuoqiu Meng clan and the Luochuan Zhou clan. He stood on the stage and was sensing Jingwen's auspicious aura.