Chapter 269
After the war, the ground was messed up.
In the core of this several hundred li vast Snow Mountain, the majestic Montenegro of the past is all split up and in pieces and turned into ruins.
The gravel is scattered everywhere, reaching several dozen li away.
There are many more corpses, lying on the snowy field, no one converges, as the ebbing of time is gradually covered by snow.
A certain moment.
In the high sky, a black line suddenly appeared.
The black line was initially extremely small, then gradually became larger, and finally turned into a black cloud about the size of one mu.
Black clouds cut through the thick clouds, leaving a blank trail behind, swirling with smoke, falling towards the ruins below.
"Hoo..."
The black wind shook the sky, shaking the snow all over the sky.
Three silhouettes, slowly falling on top of the ruins.
One monk, one robust man, one young man.
The monk has an old face, wears a blood-red robe, a skull and prayer beads on his neck, his hands clasped together, his eyes are compassionate.
The imposing manner is not conspicuous. Seeing this scene, he just recites the Buddha's name.
Robust man is a burly man, with a loose robe that can hardly cover his muscles and bulges, and his appearance is not angry or pretentious.
He stands here, like a towering mountain, imposing manner and majestic, people dare not look directly at him.
The two walked against the wind, in an imposing manner, but now and here, their heads are slightly lowered subconsciously, giving way to the last person.
This is a youngster.
Look at the face, but in his early twenties.
But the eyes are deep, and there are vicissitudes of life inside, as if they have gone through thousands of years of reincarnation.
He looks handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a tall nose. He is a handsome young official.
Brown clothes cloak, feet inlaid with jade boots, standing in the cold wind, cloak hunting, a wordless loneliness also floats to my heart.
This person's eyebrows are drooping, as if sighing, and the voice has not fallen, Heaven and Earth has quietly dimmed, and the sky is muffled and thunder rolling.
Like the will of Heaven and Earth, it must operate with its thoughts.
The two behind are the merciful monk and dragon king killer god among the top ten ghost commanders in the underworld.
It can make them bend their hands behind them.
Since mystery and coercion of sentient beings, let the world be the shiver coldly lord of the underworld!
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe that the lord of the underworld was such a handsome young man.
"Lord...Lord!"
Seeing the people coming, a wounded Magistrate's eyes were full of enthusiasm, and he staggered to the front.
Then he fell to his knees suddenly.
"The lower-class people are guilty and the guards are unfavorable. They let the prisoners escape here and ruin the Eighteen Levels of Hell!"
"More..."
"It hurts Master Xuankui even more!"
"Who made the hand?"
The Dragon King frowned, and said muffledly: "Xuankui's strength Not weak, anyone in the world killed him?"
"Yes..."
Magistrate didn't dare to look up, hearing this body trembled, cautiously said: "Yes Prisoners imprisoned in the 18th Layer of Infernal Hell!"
"Miaozhen?"
The Dragon King raised his eyebrows with solemn eyes.
Back then, he played against Miaozhen. Although he opened two God's Storehouses, Essence and Qi, they still fell below.
Now...
"The Primordial Spirit is hidden."
The youngster spoke slowly.
His voice is flat and clear. After sweeping the audience, he is not surprised or angry. On the contrary, he is relieved and slowly nodded.
"Yes, not bad!"
"I'm afraid it's not far from opening the third God's Storehouse."
"Lord."
The Dragon King handed his hand: "Miao Zhen was already extremely difficult to deal with before being locked up here, and now his strength is even higher."
"I'm afraid...no matter how difficult it is to suppress!"
"It's okay."
The youngster waved his hand indifferently: "The opponent is stronger, for you, it can be regarded as a temper."
"But."
The Dragon King said again: "The Lord also said that she is already not far from opening the third place of vitality God's Storehouse."
"When the time comes, I am afraid it will be a big trouble."
p>"Amitabha."
The compassionate monk put his hands together and said: "Dragon King, you wake up late, I am afraid that you still don't know the strength of the Lord."
"Even if Miaozhen opens three God's Storehouses, the Lord can turn over and suppress!"
"so that's how it is."
The dragon king's eyes flashed and he bowed No words.
He also knows the profound mystery of the lord of the underworld, and this talk is just a confirmation.
But in my heart, it is inevitable to be curious about the strength of the Lord of the Underworld.
How strong is the opponent's strength?
Is it possible...
Really from Netherworld?
This may not be impossible!
After all, I, the monk and the others, should have died long ago. It is the other person who defy the heavens and change the fate.
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Youngster鈥檚 foot in the void, negative Moving forward, he said slowly: "I hope she can surprise me the next time I meet."
He is not very young, but his tone seems to have gone through many years and he has seen more talents in the world.
"Xuankui..."
After taking a few steps, the youngster stopped and looked at a fragmented corpse on the ground.
"Thunder sword refers to, Qijue cut, Moko fist..."
"The formidable power is good, but it is messy and has not been dominated. It seems that she still Did not find his own way."
The youngster shook his head slightly, seemingly regretful.
"It's a pity!"
"Lord."
Compassionately stepped forward and asked with his eyes.
"It's okay."
Youngster knew what he wanted to ask, opened the mouth and said: "Xuankui has just died, and the Primordial Spirit has not yet dispersed."
"There's still help."
As he flicked his sleeves lightly, a gentle energy curled up the corpse under his feet and slowly floated in front of him.
"The sky is clear and the earth is clear, the yin is turbid and the sun is clear; the walking corpse is alive, all things have sex; the soul comes out, listen to my orders."
"Come out!"
p>youngster pointed a little, Xuankui Corpse God's forehead suddenly appeared a stream of light, and suspended the void.
"Come here!"
The youngster waved his hand again, and a puppet with intact fleshy body floated to the front not far away.
"Three souls are like a yang body, seven souls gather yin spirits, let me go in!"
As he pinched his fingers, the streamer trembled in the air and suddenly disappeared into the puppet's forehead.
"Peng!"
Xuan Kui fell to the ground.
"shua!"
The puppet on the side suddenly opened his eyes.
He just woke up, he seems to be a little fuzzy, his eyes are confused, he hesitated for a while before he came back to his senses.
"I...I Xuankui came back to life again?"
Then he was in ecstasy, protruding on all fours, "Thank you Lord, thank you Lord for your life extension!"
"Get up."
Youngster frowned, seemingly disliked this situation very much.
"Your Primordial Spirit has just merged with this fleshy body, and the mind is unstable and the cultivation base has not been recovered. Let me retreat for half a year before talking."
"During this period, remember to abandon distracting thoughts. , Otherwise the Primordial Spirit is damaged, and it will be difficult to recover afterwards."
"Yes, yes."
Xuankui was nodded again and again, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
According to reason.
I have a firm will, his emotions are invisible, and he will never lose control of his emotions.
It seems that the Primordial Spirit has not yet fully integrated with the fleshy body.
Let鈥檚 retreat for half a year, hold the Primordial Spirit, and wait until the cultivation base is restored, just as before.
"Amitabha."
Looking at this scene, the compassionate eyes were full of strange light, and I couldn't help but put my hands together.
The Dragon King also had a solemn expression, and his head dropped subconsciously, afraid to look at the youngster's face.
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unimaginable!
Magistrate on the side is frantic, and his body is so excited that he can hardly contain it, just kowtow again and again.
"Strange."
Suddenly, the youngster blinked his head sideways, and his eyes fell on a small mound of soil ten li or so away.
"There is a grave head?"
"Miaozhen, why is this made by someone?"
cold wind whistling, its voice is gradually inaudible, As the line of sight was drawn closer, a low grave head came into view.
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Somewhere a thousand miles away.
With a tired face, Miaozhen slowly descended from the sky, and at the same time loosened Zhu Fu and Jin Wuwang.
"Congratulations!"
Jin Wuwang cup one fist in the other hand and handed over: "Fairy will open another God's Storehouse, the strength is greatly improved, the world is hopeful!"
Not long ago, the two of them saw Miaozhen's divine might show with their own eyes. The horror of strength was simply astonishing.
Even Xuankui, who occupies the right place, One with Heaven and Earth, was easily beheaded.
"Not bad."
Crown Prince Zhu Fu's face was full of joy, and said: "As long as Fairy opens another hole, I believe it is the lord of the underworld, and it can be contended!"
p>"You guys think it's bad."
Miao Zhen looked solemn and shook his head slowly: "Even if I opened three God's Storehouses, I wouldn't be his opponent."
"How come?"
The two were taken aback at the same time.
There are three God's Storehouses. One place is the Living Immortal Buddha, and two places can be unrivalled throughout the world.
And the lord of the underworld is terrifying, in their opinion, it should have opened three God's Storehouses.
But...
Miaozhen obviously doesn't agree with it!
Is it possible that the cultivation base of the lord of the underworld is so terrifying?
"I have seen the lord of the underworld with my own eyes and fought against him."
Miaozhen saw the changes in their faces, sighed, and said: "His strength is difficult Measure, and with many magic skills, there is almost no possibility of victory."
"No matter whether you open two God's Storehouses or three God's Storehouses, there is no resistance in front of him."
"Why?"
Zhu Fu looked dull: "Is it possible that the lord of the underworld can't be defeated? It's hard to escape the catastrophe of all living beings?"
"no!"
hearing this, Miaozhen's eyes lit up and said: "There is a place where there is a way to defeat him."
"Where?"
"Heavenly Palace!"
"Heavenly Palace?"
"The lord of the underworld said in person that if anyone in this world can defeat him, he must have been to Heavenly Palace!"
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"Who am I?"
"Who am I?"
A piece of wilderness In the middle, a big man with a knife is muttering to himself, his eyes are full of confusion.
"I am the swordsman, proud and invincible!"
"I am the sword mad!"
"I am... Zhang Xiao already..."
p>"bang!"
The energy burst out, sweeping across the land of several li.
The roar resounded through Heaven and Earth.
"Who am I!"
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Ferocious Tiger Mountain.
Closed inside the stone chamber.
With the return of consciousness, Guo Fan slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes are dark and deep, and they seem to have a halo, which flashes from time to time.
The breath on the body is also like a surging wave, with every breath, it keeps stacking upwards.
It seems...
There is no end!
"This time, plentiful harvest!"
Slightly clenching a fist, feeling the changes in the body, Guo Fan's voice can't help but bring out a little emotion.
Several crossings.
This time cultivation base has made the most progress and gained the most.
Of course.
Also honed the most.
Before crossing, I thought that if this trip could open more than 300 acupoints, I would be satisfied.
Never thought about it.
The object of possession this time, the sect master Zhao Wudi of Tyrant Fist, directly opened the acupuncture points all over his body, and finally achieved astral qi by chance.
There are also many martial arts Absolute Art, the secret techniques and magic methods that can be taught, and the expert of the Tongxuan realm.
I'm afraid that until the eyebrow ancestral orifice is opened, there will be no suffocation in the cultivation base entry!
No wonder the Core Disciple of Great Sect is so outstanding, martial arts resources are one aspect.
Expert guidance is also indispensable.
"Black Tortoise overlord body!"
"Tyrant Fist, kill boxing!"
"Nether Ghost claws!"
"Vermilion Bird Burning Tianyan!"
"And...the secret mirror of the heart!"
"Hoo..."
Guo Fan breathed slightly , With a smile on his face: "The harvest at this time is enough to establish the sect in this world, and the famous party is no longer a problem."
"However, we still need to stabilize."
Indeed.
This time has passed through, and the cultivation base has increased too fast, beyond expectations. For a time, this fleshy body may not be able to adapt.
Furthermore, various martial arts need one after another rehearsal.
Especially the hard work of Black Tortoise, which is more related to the fleshy body, and the details should be adjusted.
These all take time!
Sweeping the medicine pill beside him, Guo Fan skimmed over several kinds of gaining cultivation base, and picked up a bottle of Fasting Pill.
With a big mouth, swallow a dozen medicine pill directly into the belly.
"gu lu lu......"
The chest and abdomen are shaking, like a rotating grinding disc, instantly crushing the medicine pill, swallowing the medicinal power crazily.
In an instant.
The whole body warmed, and there was a feeling of support in the stomach.
This feeling of fullness in that hell, but I have not felt it for a long time, is actually a kind of satisfaction in my heart.
"Comfortable!"
Guo Fan narrowed his eyes and sighed slowly.
The sins suffered this time are not light, the fleshy body is almost tortured in a disrespectful way, but fortunately, it is all worthwhile.
"Black Tortoise overlord body!"
As my thoughts turn, the fleshy body trembles lightly.
The huge energy pouring into the body also changes, changing the fleshy body while increasing the cultivation base.
Acupuncture points are opened one after another.
More than two hundred, two hundred six, two hundred eight, three hundred...
A certain moment.
Hundreds of faints all over the body, let's open it together!
"Om..."
The breath is surging, astral qi is blooming, and the meaning of extremely firm and fierce also emerges from Guo Fan, sweeping across the country.
astral qi!
After advancing to astral qi, it doesn't mean that the cultivation base is stagnant. You just need to find a way to open the ancestral orifice of the eyebrow.
It is necessary to continue to strengthen the great cultivator, and to repair the astral qi to the state where the rigidity and the softness can be changed at will, before there is a further possibility.
This step, for the overwhelming majority, is a hard time.
However, a few geniuses can be instantaneous, and the cultivation base can be a thousand miles away, which can envy others.
If it can be done, it is the astral qi Great Accomplishment expert.
Be side by side with that Black and White Impermanence, Ox Head and Horse Face!
This level, Guo Fan did not break through when he was dying, but for him, it was only a matter of time.
"Peng!"
One-handed grip, trembling in the void.
He stood up without knowing how long he sat cross-legged.
The body shook, he used his fists, and roared endlessly, shaking endlessly in this small stone chamber.
Claw Art changes from time to time, and in a flash, black air is everywhere, the wind whistle, ghosts cry, and the voice faintly spreads to the outside world.
At the time of the exercise, his fleshy body became harder and harder, an invisible astral qi, which covered the whole body.
In the eyes, there is a faint blue flame beating.
Alternative technique, Vermilion Bird burning the sky.
"ka-cha..."
I don't know when, I will send another meal under the stone gate.
Guo Fan's eyes flashed, but he was no longer interested in tasting.
It's time to go out too!
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