Chapter 64 Huashan, the wind is clear!

  Li Qingzhou was quite sentimental on this trip, and went to practice in retreat, leaving Little Monk Fakong alone in place.

   "Enlighten yourself? How do you enlighten it? Forget it, let's find a place to live first. Qingyunfeng is so empty, so you can choose it carefully."

  Fakong young monk scratched his bald head, put his hands on his back, and took a sloppy step. His slightly bloated body was unusually flexible, and he strolled across Qingyun Peak.

  From a distance, the young monk Fakong saw that a puppet decorated with handyman costumes opened the formation restriction of the medicine garden, and suddenly a cloud of light filled the sky.

The medicine garden is full of various precious elixirs, each of which is crystal clear and radiant. Most of them are thousand-year-old elixir, and there are even some ancient medicines that are more than ten thousand years old. The fragrance of the medicine is overflowing and swaying. Brilliant, the aura cannot be turned away.

   "So many elixir? Is Qingyunfeng once a saint dojo?" The young monk Fakong widened his eyes in shock.

  Thinking that Li Qingzhou swallowed the Huitian Dan like a candy pill, the little monk Fakong’s eyes were full of fire, and this time he really hugged his thigh!

  The handyman puppet watered the water, and once again sealed the medicine garden. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary medicine garden, and all kinds of elixir were half dead.

   "Master is really steady!"

  Little monk Fakong sighed with emotion, left the medicine garden, and began to wander across the entire Qingyun Peak.

As he strolled, the little monk Fakong gradually emptied his mind and felt that the various avenues between the heavens and the earth became clearer and clearer, unknowingly blending into the surrounding thousands of avenues, on a green grassland by the clear water lake. Sat down cross-legged.

   At this time, the little monk Fakong Baoxiang is solemn, his body is like jade, and the blood and bones are exuding crystal luster, and the whole person looks very sacred.

The young monk Fakong wandered in the ocean of the avenue, feeling the most original power between the heavens and the earth, and the light of the Buddha was engulfed in the back of his head, and another golden Buddha phantom emerged from the void, compassionate and peaceful, becoming clearer and clearer. , Faintly vocalized Buddha's sound and Zen singing sounded.

With the passage of time, behind the many golden Buddhas, a black Buddha once again appeared, sitting cross-legged with the golden Buddha back to back in the void, fierce and evil, revealing a bloodthirsty demon, as if to extradite people. To the Nether Purgatory.

  Fakong young monk completely let go of his mind, without any scruples, his mind merged into the ocean of the avenue, creating his own practice.

  Qingyunfeng once again restored the peace of the past.

  ...

  At this moment, in a void tens of thousands of miles away from Tai Cang God City, a flying magic weapon shaped like a jade-green jade spins across the sky like a streamer, accompanied by clouds and mist.

  This jade shuttle looks only about ten feet in size, but the internal space is very wide, like a huge cave, warm and moist like jade, and glowing in the sky.

There are five people in Yusuo, who are Liu Xinghe, Jiang Chuxue and others who attended the Tianjiao party.

  Fang Yunzhao of Tiger Shafeng said with some dissatisfaction: "Should we have to go back in such a hurry? The conflict between the Saint Child of Ten Thousand Swords and Qingyunfeng will not anger us?"

  Jiang Chuxue was as cold as smoke, and said in a calm tone: "Be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years. It is better to be cautious. No one wants to encounter any danger. It is best to return to the Holy Land of Xuantian smoothly."

   "Be careful, everyone!"

Liu Xinghe suddenly opened his mouth, and two dazzling lustre appeared in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "I have a sense of the sword body, and the strongest swordsman fought in the distance. The sword intent made me frightened far away. Maybe Qingyunfeng’s acquaintance was attacked!"

Everyone was shocked, Jiang Chuxue frowned and said, "Are we going to help?"

   "No! Let's take a detour! That kind of kendo fluctuation can easily kill all of us! This level of battle is definitely not something we can intervene! I believe Ye Shishu can handle it!" Liu Xinghe decisively shook his head.

  "Okay! Let me control Liu Yunsuo to change direction!"

  Lv Haoran of Zixiao Peak raised his hand to hit Yusuo with divine powers everywhere, Yusuo transformed into a beautiful arc in mid-air, changed direction, and galloped toward the horizon.

   Soon, they had escaped thousands of miles away, and everyone in Yusuo relaxed a little.

  "It should be safe this time...not good! Quick flash!" Liu Xinghe's face changed abruptly before he finished saying a word, and he was silently reminded.

  Lu Haoran tried his best to urge Yu Shuo to send Yu Shuo, Yu Shuo's speed suddenly increased by a large amount, and he avoided a sword light from the void.

  A white-haired old woman suddenly appeared in front of Yusuo, dressed in a gray robe, with a black sword suspended above her head, cold and murderous.

   "Great power!" Lu Haoran exclaimed, and had to stop Liu Yunsuo, his face extremely ugly.

  Sure enough, they were spotted!

   Liu Xinghe's figure appeared above Yusuo, staring at the great power opposite, and said loudly: "I am the core disciple of Xuantian Holy Land, why do you stop me from waiting?"

   "The people who killed you are from the Profound Heaven Holy Land!"

  The white-haired old woman drank coldly, and the black sword burst out with jet black light, quickly shuttled through the void, slashed towards Yusuo, the sword gas pierced through the air, and the waves were angry.

   Liu Xinghe and the others changed their colors. At this moment, they all clearly felt that the surrounding space was completely stagnated, and the surrounding space was blocked by this sword.

   "Fight! Great Void Sword Slash!"

  Liu Xinghe shouted, and the power of the whole body was poured into the ancient starlight sword behind it without any reservation. The ancient starlight sword was unscathed, and the sword light rushed into the sky, and slashed.

  Slashed down with a sword, and a faint energy in the air was induced to forcibly block the space and cut a gap.

   Immediately afterwards, Fang Yunzhao slammed out a fist, and a monstrous black tiger rushed out of his fist.

   Then, a glacier and a cloud of fire flashed, and the power of ice and fire tossed, completely breaking the space blockade here.

  It was Jiang Chuxue and Chen Xi who jointly shot.

"go!"

  Lv Haoran burst into a drink, and a dazzling purple glow burst out all over his body, wrapped five people, and escaped from the jade shuttle.

   "Boom!"

  The black sword slashed on the jade shuttle, and the jade shuttle split into pieces in an instant, and the escaping sword energy left black holes as thick as buckets on the ground below.

"Wow…"

  The five people vomited blood at the same time. They were just swept away by the escaping sword air, breaking their body protection supernatural power, and suffered a single stroke.

  Among the five of them, they didn’t even have a Primordial Spirit Realm. Even if they tried their best, they barely escaped a blow, but they were all injured.

   "Who is your Excellency? Are you not afraid of Xuantian Holy Land's revenge?" Lu Haoran shouted sternly.

The white-haired old woman walked in the void, her eyes were like looking at ants, and she said coldly: "The saint son feasted on the Eastern Desolation Tianjiao, but he was stunned by you. If you don't kill you, how can the saint son's face survive? As for revenge, You Xuantian Holy Land are not qualified to say that!"

  All five of them were shocked, and they were indeed the people of the Son of Ten Thousand Swords!

  Fang Yunzhao shouted: "The one who is in conflict with the Son of Ten Thousand Swords is the Qingyunfeng line. Why do you look for us?"

  "The holy son has an order, and none of the disciples of Xuantian Holy Land who participated in the Tianjiao gathering will stay! Qingyunfeng line, someone will deal with them! Let's die!" The white-haired old woman shook her head slightly, and the black sword continued to slash towards everyone.

  "Master, please!"

   Liu Xinghe yelled, the brilliance of the eyebrows flickered, and the figure of Xuanjian Peak’s patron Lingyun appeared in the void, exclaiming: "Daoist, stop!"

  However, the speed of the black sword has not decreased at all.

  Xuanjian Peak Master turned his whole body into a magical sword that seemed to be true and imaginary, with a vast void of power, forcibly facing the black sword.

   "Boom!"

   A huge roar came out, the black sword's momentum was blocked, and the divine sword transformed by Peak Master Xuanjian collapsed on the spot.

   "Your Profound Sky Holy Land's power is only a handful, the incarnation of the power realm, how many do I think you can have?" The white-haired old woman sneered, and the black sword fell again.

  The expression of despair appeared on everyone's faces. Just as the white-haired old woman said, the power of Xuantian Holy Land is not much, and each power will only leave the incarnation of divine consciousness in the most outstanding disciple, and no one else has it yet.

  The divine consciousness incarnation of the great power realm, only Liu Xinghe has that one, and it was just cut!

  The current situation is precarious!

  At this critical moment, an old man in a green robe with white beard and hair suddenly appeared in the void, and his fingers were like a sword.

  The white-haired old woman's face changed drastically, and she quickly recalled the black sword guard.

   "Keng!"

  The sword light hit the black sword, and the black sword flew out on the spot. The brilliance was dim and the aura was greatly lost.

  The speed of sword light did not decrease, and it flashed past the white-haired old woman.

  The figure of the white-haired old woman froze in mid-air, and the soul rushed out of the heavenly spirit cover, and asked quietly: "Who is your excellency?"

   "Huashan, the wind is clear!" The old man in Qingpao responded indifferently.

Who is   Feng Qingyang?

  What kind of mountain is Huashan?

The primordial spirit of the white-haired old woman was full of doubts. He wanted to ask something, and just opened his mouth, the primordial spirit suffered more sword wounds, and he collapsed silently in the void.

  This figure is naturally Ye Chen's backhand.

Ye Chen didn't want to implicate other disciples of Xuantian Holy Land because of his Qingyunfeng line. Before he descended from Meteor Sacred Mountain, he left an incarnation puppet on them in case of emergency. It happened to be used.

  "Thank you, senior, for your help!" Liu Xinghe and others all thanked the old man in green robe.

  The old man in Qingpao did not respond, and his figure floated away.

  (End of this chapter)