Refining Taoism and ascending to immortality

This jade talisman was personally refined by Dong Tianren of the Zhenyi Sect. Once the power of the strange book of the Demon Sect seeped into it, it was immediately sensed and fed back to it.

There were marks on the jade talisman, which looked like an open eye. It was clearly someone from the Demon Sect who used that strange book to lock his own Qi.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qing's profound energy turned over on top of the Gangyun at the top of the door. One string and one bead were plucked and jumping. His expression was calm, but his eyes became deeper and deeper.

In Zhenyi Sect, great power spreads widely. No matter how bold the people of Demon Sect are, they cannot deduce and lock their own Qi. Now, by doing so unscrupulously, they are sure that they have left the mountain gate and are outside.

There must be an informant from the Demon Sect in the sect, and the news has been revealed!

Zhou Qing was not surprised by this, he just raised his eyebrows, a cold look on his handsome face.

The Xuanmen Demon Sect has been fighting for tens of thousands of years, and it is normal for them to arrange spies for each other. However, being able to find out that he was out and spread the news smoothly shows that the Demon Sect's status as an informant in the sect is not low. Just this move would alert the snake, and he would definitely be dug out of the door. The fate of the other party can be imagined.

But at the same time, it can also be seen that the Demon Sect is determined to deal with him!

Zhou Qing sat still. The horizontal jade branch on the top of the door seemed to sense his emotions. He shook it slightly, and the scattered colors fluttered down from the corner of his eyes. He fell to the ground, touched it, and jumped up again, making a clear and clear collision sound. , there is a kind of killing coming towards you.

If you don't touch the Demon Sect and kill a few people, how can you become a great Xuanmen monk?

Anyway, Dong Zhenren, who has not encountered the Demon Sect, is not afraid at all with his strength!

Xuanling Zhenyang Feigong continued to advance, until one day, a piece of blood filled the air rose in front of them, and a dazzling color shot out for hundreds of miles, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the way.

Faintly, in the center of the blood, a pair of strange blood eyes slowly opened, high and indifferent.

"Um?"

Zhou Qing's eyes moved and he immediately saw a monk in black clothes and black robes standing deep in the blood-stained eyes. His face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly, but the atmosphere on his body was mysterious, and there were circles of circles. Light flows.

As soon as the two people's eyes met, thunder exploded in the void. Suddenly, countless murderous intentions filled the air, like thousands of troops and horses, galloping up and down with a thunderous momentum.

"The great monk of the Demon Sect." Zhou Qing snorted, waved his big sleeves, and directly emitted a ray of light. He left the Xuanling Zhenyang Flying Palace. When he got outside, he stood with his hands behind his hands, a cold look appeared in his eyes, and said: "I don't know. Which fellow Taoist is on the other side? Why are you blocking my way?"

The voice was calm and quiet, but the words came out naturally with a sense of solemnity. When people heard it, it felt like they were in a silent night, facing the thunder that was about to fall, and they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

"Zhenren Zhou." There is a bloody divine ring at the feet of the demon sect monk in black clothes and black robes. His face is wailing in pain. He looks extremely terrifying. His voice is deep, and it seems to make people fall into it. Endless Sea of ​​Bitterness said: "Zhao Wenming of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect has been waiting here for a long time."

"How long have you been waiting?" After hearing this, Zhou Qing raised his sword eyebrows, and the coldness in his eyes became more intense, like the glass in the Crystal Palace, not stained by any color, and said: "Is this blocking my way?"

He had to rush to Jingchen Mountain to attend the Jingchen Dharma Ceremony on the specified date. If he really missed it, no matter what his thoughts were or the arrangement in the door, everything would be in vain, which was absolutely unacceptable.

This shows the vicious intentions of the great monk from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect in front of him.

Zhao Wenming's voice sounded one by one, and it was like countless demons were roaring around, saying: "Master Zhou, I just want to invite you to be a guest in the cave. After all, you rarely go out of the mountain to see you. Not easy."

The voice was sinister, but the determination inside was clearly visible. He just wanted to stop Zhou Qing and prevent Zhou Qing from moving forward.

When things got to this point, they could not be eased. Zhou Qing's eyes became colder and colder. Suddenly, he let out a long roar and took the lead. Above the door, the clouds turned, and a bright white air shot out of the sky, fell down, and condensed. The appearance of a treasure wheel, with six exquisite moon wheels adorning it, shook at the same time, and overwhelming murderous intent instantly filled the area.

In just one move, the endless murderous intent and unstoppable sharpness were about to lift the bloody curtain in front of him and split the entire sky.

Zhao Wenming's eyes moved, his feet moved a little, and the whole person disappeared into the endless blood curtain. The next moment, countless blood shadows flew out from the blood curtain, carrying the fierce aura that seemed to come from the depths of the blood sea, and rushed into the air. The flying golden emperor's white wheel surged away.

At this moment, the collision exploded. The bright white sword energy and the ferocious blood roar filled the surrounding area with red and white colors. Countless sword roars and the strange screams of the blood demon were mixed together.

Zhou Qing stood on the spot, motionless, but with a steady stream of mana, he commanded the Feijin Emperor's White Wheel to fly downwards and upwards. Every sword energy shot out killed a flying demon. Coming louder and louder.

The opponent's bloody demon possesses unexpected filthy power, but Feijin Emperor Bailun's sword energy is as sharp as the innate Gengjin qi. It keeps cutting out and will not be tainted.

In this way, the sword energy and the devil competed without distinction.

As soon as they made a move, both of them were very cautious and started testing each other.

Seeing that the demon seemed to be inexhaustible to kill, Zhou Qing took a breath, and with a change of thought, the Feijin Emperor's White Wheel gently shook, the treasure light flourished, and the innate Gengjin Qi attached to it was brighter than ever before.

With such a change, the power of the magical flying golden emperor white wheel has steadily increased by several levels. The demon who was still inexhaustible just now is now cut into pieces as soon as he gets close.

"Um?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Wenming, a great cultivator of the Wanmo Sect, was startled, and then a solemn look appeared on his face.

The two people's test just now was mainly about the changes and characteristics of the magical powers. Now, the Tianjiao of the Zhenyi Sect opposite has increased his magic power, purely using more and higher magic power to control the magical powers and increase the strength.

The stronger the magic power, the greater the power of the magical power, but the opponent's magic power is too strong to be able to directly kill his blood demon head.

If it were in an ordinary fight, seeing such a situation, the worst thing would be to temporarily avoid the edge and let the opponent consume magic power in vain, but this time, he wanted to find out Zhou Qing's background, which was a rare opportunity.

After all, for cultivators, at any time, the strength of magic power is one of the greatest characteristics of their own foundation and strength.

"Then let's take a look."

In the depths of Zhao Wenming's eyes, blood was beating. He practiced Taoism day by day, polished his magic power day by day, and was confident in his magic power. Even if the opponent was a child of heaven, he also had limits.

With this decision, he shook his Dharma body, and the accumulated mana surged out like a flood. After a moment, it was densely spread within a radius of 100 miles, soaking all the spiritual energy.

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There was a crackling sound, and the blood curtain expanded again. More demons came out, roaring, and rushed towards the Feijin Emperor Bailun in the air.

Among the magical powers, one focused on killing and indestructible, and the other focused on change. They kept coming together, tit for tat, and neither gave in.

Now it was not about anything else, but mana, to see who was stronger and who could last longer.

Watching the demons flying up and down, Zhou Qing had a blank expression on his face, but slowly increased the mana in his Dharma body, not fast or slow, getting higher and higher, more and more.

Driven by the mana, the strength of Feijin Emperor Bailun also rose, and the speed of killing the demons began to increase.

Zhao Wenming saw it, his Dharma body glowed, the blood curtain continued to expand, and the demon head continued to fly out.

Anyway, you come and I, neither of you gives in, just to improve your magic power to control your magical powers, not to let the other side suppress you.

"Hmm?"

After a while, Zhao Wenming was a little confused. He had already improved his magic power to an extremely high level, far beyond the reach of ordinary new great monks, but Zhou Qing of the Zhenyi Sect on the opposite side kept up with his magic power, and it didn't look like he was exhausted at all.

"How could this happen?"

After a while, Zhao Wenming went from being confused to being uneasy. If this continued, not only did he fail to test the details of the other party's magic power, but he let the other party find out the details of his own magic power. He had never even thought about such a thing.

Although the great monk had condensed the Nascent Soul Dharma body, with a variety of magical powers, and it was almost impossible for him to die, but as a monk, no matter when, it would be a taboo for others to know his foundation.

The cultivator instinctively protected himself and showed only the tip of the iceberg as much as possible. This was the awareness he had since he set foot on the road to enlightenment.

At this moment, he hesitated, not knowing whether to continue to increase the strength of his magic power.

Zhou Qing, on the other hand, had already sensed the fluctuations of Zhao Wenming from the traction of the Qi, and guessed that the magic power of the great cultivator of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect opposite him was almost enough, so he turned to the mysterious skill again, and his magic power reached a higher level.