The demon-eyed Yan Luo, who entered the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect, saw the power of the Qingyang Locust Destroying Clan, and was sweating profusely. He was a little glad that he had come in and saw the scene of the disciple of the White Bone Dao Palace showing great power. In his heart, most of the disciples of the White Bone Dao Palace rely on the Chaos Bell they refined to defeat the enemy. This was already in his mind, and he also prepared a magic weapon to defend the bell. However, when he saw Qingyang casting spells, he understood that Qingyang seemed to be just using the Heavenly Thunder technique, but in fact, he integrated many magic tricks into it through mediation and creation, and it was integrated.

This is not something that ordinary real monks can do. Such people can already establish sects in a vague way.

Qingyang flashed in one step and left this green world. He wanted to go back to the Taoist Palace. In the dark, he had a sense that someone in the master's sect needed to go back by himself, perhaps the master, or the junior brothers and sisters.

In the vast darkness, people from the Xixin Pavilion, Huaxing Sword Sect, Hunyuan Sect, and Wanbeast Alliance were guarding each other. It was only a day that it had passed. There were no more than four people here, but more than forty people guarding four directions. Each locked a piece of the sky with the formation diagram. There were only obscure frost, or a ray of rays of light, or a galaxy from the sky, and the whistling wind, ghostly forests, and chaos, as if the evolution of the world.

Outside this fairy world, it has been wrapped in various clouds and lights, just to wait for the Qingyang to come out. The reason why they don't go in is because there is a strange thing in this fairy world. As long as people enter, their spiritual sense will be more or less deceived. Ten% of their abilities can only be used at most sixty or seventy percent. Unless they reach a very high level, although they are generally higher than the living creatures in the fairy world, if they go in, they will inevitably have to change their positions and fall into a dangerous situation, so they would rather set up formations outside.

Suddenly, a ray of light flew out in the world of fairy flew out, and arrived in a moment, and plunged into the rolling ashes clouds. It was the Hunyuan Formation set up by the Hunyuan Sect with the Hunyuan Heaven Map.

"Haha, no matter how powerful you are, you can't escape today. You can quickly hand over the source of the world, and you can still leave in the face of the White Bone Dao Palace. Otherwise, the death of the Tao is small, and it is not a trivial matter to be able to seize the soul and seek death. " Such words sounded in the gray clouds.

"This Hunyuan Formation is just a nameless one. It is far from the Hunyuan Formation I have seen." Qingqing's faint voice sounded in the Hunyuan Formation. As the sound fell, a ray of light shone through the formation. Looking closely, the Hunyuan Formation was actually pulled open by someone. Like a gray bag being torn apart by someone, the person who tore apart flashed with lightning, waved around, and the lightning rolled in all directions.

The people from Hunyuan Sect flew back in horror, only Qingyang stood there, and the light that was not dazzling made him look unique. He said to more than ten people in Hunyuan Sect: "I am not angry when you chase me so far, because I snatched things that you spent a lot of time waiting for. It is normal for them to snatch them back. If it were me, I would do this too. But after that, if you still catch up, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless. It is not easy for everyone to practice until now to have this ability."

At this moment, the other sects guarding Qingyang on several sides received news, and rays of light swept over. Someone in the light said angrily: "What a big tone, today I want to see how capable the people in the White Bone Dao Palace are."

"My ability can be read, but I'm afraid you won't understand it." When Qingyang finished speaking, he turned his hand and there was a golden small tower on his hand. However, the spiritual energy of this small tower looked a little dim. There was a small bell that seemed to fall from a corner of the tower. In a vague way, you could see a rift on the small bell. Qingyang reached out and picked it off, then shook the small bell in his hand and said, "This is the soul-swinging ringtone that evolved from the chaotic bell from my White Bone Dao Palace. Listen."

As he said, the dim bell shook on Qingyang's hand, and a sound of knocking on the broken wood appeared. This sound that was about to break and the void was shocked. Although this sound was not loud, it suppressed everything after it appeared, making the whole world seem to have only this one sound. And those who listened to this sound felt that their heads and souls were stinging in an instant, as if a crack appeared and was about to shatter.

The Chaos Bell in the White Bone Dao Palace is famous in the Zhongyuan world and can be divided into two categories, one is domineering and wild, magnificent, and the other is thin like a gossip that invades people's minds without realizing it. However, Qingyang's sound is not loud now, but it reflects the atmosphere that invades the mind and suppresses everything between ignorance. This is the combination of subtlety and dominance, this is a neutral syllable, and neutrality is often ordinary, but it is the neutral ordinary, which makes his souls break open one by one.

They hugged their heads, and all kinds of light rushed over, protecting their bodies with magic, but instantly dissipated in the sound. There were magic weapons hanging above their heads, but they whined in the sound of the bell.

Just when they thought their heads were about to crack like the cracking sound of the cracking wood, the sound disappeared, and then they looked up one by one in the direction where Qingyang stood, and there was someone else, and then looked away from the distance, and saw a man leaving in white robe, disappearing into the endless darkness in a blink of an eye.

Qingyang was walking in the darkness, but he was recalling the feeling of the vortex for more than twenty years. When he destroyed the locust clan before, he used the things he had realized from it. He was a master of mediation and fortune, and he wanted to understand any spells thoroughly and thoroughly. Only in this way can he be regarded as entering his heart and being able to use them with ease. Only with similar spells can he wave to break them.

"When all dharmas are already clear, you cannot do it in your heart, but you can do it with your hands. This is mediation and fortune." This is a sentence from a ancestor in the White Bone Dao Palace.

There was a story about someone who made a lot of money in business in the world. A junior asked him if he had any tricks. He replied to one of the juniors: "Sell and buy things with integrity." The junior still wanted to hear what happened later, but the other party no longer answered.

Another junior asked him one day how to make more money. The other party replied: "Make every decision carefully and think more about the consequences of failure."

Another junior asked him the same question, and he replied: "Just make others think more treacherous than you."

His answer did not satisfy his three younger generations. They wanted to hear the secrets and the secrets to make money. But what their elders said was the general outline for their personality. The first one was smart but always lie. The second one was always impulsive in doing things and regardless of consequences, while the third one was too honest.

In the heart of that elder, he was able to make great money and did not feel that he was so unique and smart. He could always see people who were stronger than him in some aspects. However, he had thoroughly grasped what he had and operated well, and naturally surpassed those people. This method was quite consistent with mediation and creation. If he didn't hold on to it back then, he taught Qingyang in this way.

Every spell can defeat the enemy, but every spell has its time to be defeated. Only by getting rid of that singleness can one not be restrained. One method leads to all dharmas, and all dharmas are another dharma. This is also a state in mediating the creation. Qingyang is moving towards the state of transforming all dharmas into one dharma.

He walked in the darkness, towards the White Bone Palace, but most of his mind was experiencing the things he had obtained from observing the vortex for the past twenty years. There was a meteorite belt in the middle that he naturally passed through and attacked him, but was repelled by the light of the natural light from his body, and he left in an instant.

A year later, he returned to the White Bone Palace.

The White Bone Dao Palace is still calm, and the huge palace supports billions of darkness. The light emitted by it makes the entire White Bone Continent full of light.

Qingyang came back silently, and the vague bell sound finally became clear. It was no longer heard through the endless darkness. In the bell, he felt his whole body of dust dissipated in the bell sound. This is the feeling that many people will feel when they come back.

Qingyang came to Tianyan Palace, but what he saw was the closed hall gate. Someone was already waiting for Qingyang in front of the hall gate.

"But Senior Brother Qingyang?" The one who spoke was a very young monk.

Qingyang nodded.

"Senior brother, Master asked you to go to his place." said the young monk.

"Oh, I don't know which junior brother is at the sect of his junior brother." Qingyang asked.

"Brother, I am the youngest disciple of Master Yingyuan, named Xiaoyu." The very young monk said.

Qingyang said, "So it's Junior Brother Xiaoyu. Do you know where all my junior brothers and junior sisters from Tianyan Palace have gone?"

"I heard that they all went to other worlds, as if they were in the desert world and the spiritual world." Xiaoyu said.

Qingyang frowned and asked, "Do you know how long have you been there?"

"It should have been quite a long time. When I entered the school, my seniors had already left. I really don't know how long I left." Xiaoyu said.

As he spoke, he was about to come to the ancestors mentioned by Xiaoyu. The ancestors he mentioned were the ancestors of the mountain, and the ancestors who did not follow the real people. There were few people in the neutral lineage, and the ancestors of the mountain had the highest cultivation level.

This is the second time Qingyang has come to the Banshan Temple of the Patriarch of the Mid-Level. He still remembers the shock when he first stepped into the Mid-Level Hall. When he stepped into it again, a huge mountain came to his face. He was already standing on a big mountain with strong winds around him, half of the snowflakes fluttering, half of the sun was shining, half of the mountain was sitting on the top of the mountain, half of his body was covered with snow, and half of his body was sweating.
Chapter completed!