Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

The cold jade nodded, and the color of depression in the eyes subsided, but it was hidden just to prevent Ye Shaoyang from worrying.

She always felt that the truth was not as simple as she saw it.

A lush green forest, the diffuse yin has not been scattered for thousands of years, between the crown and the branches, there are countless fine flying, all kinds of evil things that people have never seen before, lost their knowledge and did not go The half-soul ghost of the Broken Soul Valley is attracted by the dense yin of the jungle, wandering around during the day, swallowing yin, and carrying out active and passive cultivation.

Outside the woods, there is a small place, as if it is separated by an invisible force. Within a few tens of meters, there is no yin, and there is no timid, evil, and poisonous insects.

Under the tree in the middle of the middle, sitting on an old man, it was the predecessor of Maoshan who taught Qingyunzi that he always had a wretched look. At this moment, he seemed to be a bit lonely, buried his head and fiddled with a pile of stones on the ground.

A misty figure flew from a distance and landed next to Qingyunzi. It was a young man with a brocade, with a head in a jade, holding a piece of something like a walnut in his hand, slowly licking it, like a face, just like Wenyu, just With a bit of evil.

"Qingyun's founder, I have seen it." The young archer gave a gift.

Qingyunzi straightened up straight and looked up at him and said, "Nan Gongying is."

Nangong Xiaoxiao said: "Qingyun's ancestors are good at remembering."

Qingyun Zi also laughed: "When you hang on the battle, you can also thank you for your help by the old scorpion."

Nangong Shadow Road: "The ancestors don't have to bear my feelings. I did this just to find a way to compare the wind. After I had a battle with Daoyuan, I lost the trace of the road. It turns out that you are here, it really makes me good. Find."

Qingyunzi lowered his head and continued to study the stone array in front of him. He said: "The road is inside, you go to him."

Nan Gong Ying glanced at the strangely arranged stones and said: "The ancestors are in the midst of a sacred squad. I don't know what to see?"

As he walked over, he picked up a stone from the ground and sent it to the painted grid. He said, "The technique of Tian Yan, I know a little, I help the ancestors."

Qingyunzi held his hand and said: "I am playing here, killing time, no need to help."

Nangong’s face smiled, and his arm was secretly used for a few minutes. The strength was more than a thousand miles. However, Qingyun’s hand was like a stone carving, and he held his arm steady, but he could not press it.

Nan Gong Ying Wei Wei, then resumed as usual, smiled: "The ancestors really have the power of the law, no wonder they can teach the wind, the kid named Ye Shaoyang is also okay."

Qingyun Zidao: "You are fighting the old scorpion of Daoyuan, what is the result?"

"There is no death fight, evenly divided. But his body is exhausted, there is no room for improvement, but I am looking at your ancestors today, some regrets, if you don't die, after practicing for decades, you may really prove the avenue."

Qingyunzi was slightly surprised. The words "exhaustion of the flesh" are estimated to be understandable only by the people who really understand themselves. Even Ye Shaoyang, although strong in strength, is not very clear because he has not reached the limit of the flesh.

Whether it is human or evil, the longer it takes to cultivate, the stronger it is to cultivate it, but there is always a limit, which is related to its own talent and physical condition.

Most of the human masters, even if they give him the best cultivation conditions, can only be cultivated as a heavenly master, can not go further, this aspect is limited by talent and understanding, on the other hand is subject to physical constraints.

Especially after the age of 60, all aspects of the body's function decline, the mana will not retreat, even the most painstaking cultivation, at most can only maintain the status quo, and then think of progress is impossible.

Although the Daoyuan real person has lived for a long time, the mana has reached the limit that the body can bear. Even if it is practiced for many years, it cannot reach the threshold of a higher level.

As for the genie spirits, there are different reasons for their formation, and they also have their own cultivation limits. If they can cultivate without limits, the human master can only cultivate for at least a few decades, how can they fight for these millennium or even thousands of years? Evil.

Qingyunzi shook his head and smiled: "You are right, I actually have the opportunity to take that step, but I have no thoughts. But my little apprentice is not as simple as you think."

Nan Gongying’s face showed an intriguing expression and said: “What is his upper limit?”

"I don't know, even I can't see what his ceiling is."

When talking, Qingyunzi looked at the distance far and wide, and then said to Nangong Ying: "You can actually see that I have not reached the upper limit, which is very valuable."

Nangong Xiaoxiao said: "This is not a great skill. I was born to repair the road in the boundless way. It is also a near-water platform. I can see these things, even I can see your past life..."

Qingyunzi blinked a little, looked up slightly, and looked at Nangong Ying, saying: "One flower and one world, one tree and one bodhi, what is the relationship between the past life and me."

Nan Gong Ying smiled and arched his hand and said: "If the ancestor does not stop, I will go to find the wind."

"You should have gone long ago."

Nangong Ying moved to the woods.

"Prince Ashura," Qingyunzi suddenly stopped him, bowed his head and continued to play with the stones, and slowly said, "The law is through the sky. Human beings can't see the heavens, and the poor roads will die in the future."

Nangong’s face changed, and then smiled contemptuously. He walked into the jungle and just came out of the Qingyunzi’s array. Immediately, countless evils rushed up. These evils were jungle wet, repaired as Low and low, the strength that can't be distinguished at all, just by instinct, swarming up, wants to absorb the flesh and blood of the coming.

Nangong Ying didn't look at them, and there was a layer of blood around the body. Anything that touched the above evils immediately turned into a blood fog.

Although these evil things are not open, they are not completely brainless. After a group of deaths, they immediately know that this person is not good at dealing with the instinct to avoid evil.

Nan Gong Ying gently raised his hand, the blood of his body immediately swayed in all directions, chasing those evil things, and instantly strangled a large piece.

Qingyunzi was outside, although he was facing the jungle, but when he heard a ghost crying, he immediately understood what was going on, gently shook his head and continued to play with the stone.

Not long after, a figure flew in the opposite valley, Yang Gongyi, fell to the side of Qingyunzi, dare not bother him, waited quietly for a while on the side, waiting for Qingyunzi to straight up, this is soft Called: "Master."

Qingyunzi held his beard in one hand and still looked at the "stone array" in front of him in a strange shape. He asked without asking: "See them?"