The Hall of Creation is very big, so big that it can accommodate tens of millions of people that it doesn’t feel crowded, so big that it allows everyone to fight here and not let the hall shake, because it is the White Bone Dao Palace, and it forms its own world.

Whether it is the immortal lineage or the magical power lineage, when Qingyang said this, some people looked angry, some sneered, some had expressionless faces, some were observing the faces of the person opposite, and some were even more

Then he laughed out loud as if he had heard something funny.

"Better than you? Haha..., you have only been practicing for so many years. Even though you have some skills and some understanding, who is present here has not been baptized by thousands of years." The person who spoke was the owner of the Canghuang Palace, named Canghuang Zhenren.

, seven hundred years ago, although he had sacrificed and refined the Chaos Bell, he only regarded the Chaos Bell as a magic weapon to protect his body and did not use it to attack and kill the enemy. However, he cultivated another in another world

A kind of magical power, called the God-killing Demon Eye, is mysterious and unpredictable.

"Who are you?" Qingyang asked.

Cang Huang Zhenren heard Qing Yang ask in that faint tone, laughed in anger and said, "I don't know, your master will call you Senior Brother Cang Huang when he sees me."

Qingyang's eyes became brighter and brighter, but there was only seriousness and seriousness on his face. He said, "Since that's the case, please ask Master Cang Huang to take action, and let the disciples know what abilities a person who has practiced for thousands of years has."

His words were sharp and nowhere to avoid, and they could be called extremely rude. Although Qingyang was originally of high cultivation, he did not have a deep impression on these people. He only knew that he

Such a person doesn’t care too much about it. But at this time it’s different. I just feel that Qingyang is not polite and does not understand education.

However, for Qingyang, although the teacher present was the culprit of the chaos of Taoist Palace, it was their unclear form, and it was their fight to kill their junior brothers and sisters.

In the storm, his master was kept away from him and disappeared, and the master Mid-mountain was assassinated deep in the ancestral palace, but he could not find the murderer and could not take revenge.

The anger in the eyes of Canghuang Zhenren was surging. Although he had been in other worlds for many years and did not seem to have a great name in the White Bone Dao Palace, in that world, he was a person who could be called his ancestors and passed down the Taoist tradition.

There are countless disciples and grandchildren. There are disciples who offer them all over the world. On important days, monks from all walks of life will come to worship. When he is rising, he will teach one or two magic tricks, which will make the disciple happy for a long time.

At this time, a junior like Qingyang dared to say such words. He took a deep breath and said, his heart was filled with murderous intent, but he was suppressed by himself, waiting for the moment of release.

If any spell can be combined with the body, mind and will, its power will increase greatly.

"Today I will conquer your soul at the foot of Linglong Mountain in Yongzhen."

Canghuang Zhenren said in a cold voice that Linglong Mountain was the place of Taoism in another world. When he finished speaking, a circle of blue waves had already surged in his eyes. The blue waves were invisible, but they were covered with vortexes like vortexes.

The entire humans in the Hall of Man-made Retreat at this moment. There was only Qingyang and the green vortex that appeared in this hall. The vortex seemed invisible, but it gave people a sense of hardness, layer by layer and dense

The delicate marks were rotating in circles.

Everything outside the green light is dark. When others saw this green vortex blooming from the eyes of the Canghuang Zhenren, they sighed in their hearts: "I heard that this technique is the art of Xiao Qian, it is really strange and unpredictable.

I only saw the blue light, but I could not see where the person was. If I accidentally fell into it, my soul would be pulled out in a short while. Although this Qingyang is pretty handsome, it is too arrogant... It's a pity..."

"pity……"

The Qingyang eyes were only green in his eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He didn't know where the real person of the Canghuang real person was. But he didn't care, because he could see it as long as he took action, no matter where he was hiding.

He stretched out his hand and stretched out his hand. The illusory and weird green light was like the shadow of the moon in the water being disturbed by others, and it no longer took shape.

"What……"

"This...his mediation and creation have reached such a high level..."

Seeing Qingyang reach out to touch again, the green light was opened to a crack, and the incredible face of Canghuang Zhenren.

Since he cultivated this magical power, few people who were trapped in the green light could escape. Even those who escaped had to do their best to escape. No one could still be lifted after falling into it like Qingyang.

Broken hand.

With a point, a little light bloomed and stopped on the forehead of Canghuang Zhenren.

When Qingyang took back his hand, he did not look at him again, but took one step to the place where the ancestors of the mountain always stood.

He no longer looked at Canghuang, but looked at the people on the side of the Changsheng lineage and said, "My masters, it's your turn."

Whether it is for the people of the supernatural powers or the people of the immortal powers, he is dissatisfied with the aggressiveness of the supernatural powers, and blindly avoiding the world. However, the immortal powers are between the supernatural powers.

But he was tit-for-tat and never gave in.

He felt that there were outsiders in both the magical power lineage and the immortal lineage. Looking from his eyes, every face here has been in the Taoist Palace for nearly a thousand years, and it has been in the Taoist Palace.

An extremely high status. But who will it be? He doesn't know that even with his eyesight on reincarnation in the Jianhe world for thousands of years, he can't tell who it will be.

"Your mediation and creation are indeed almost unmatched in the current Taoist palace, but this is not a reason for you to be arrogant." One of the people in the Changsheng lineage came out, and he looked very young.

Although Qingyang's appearance had recovered the moment he got up from Moorsha City, this man still looked younger than Qingyang. He was like a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old. However, his eyes contained

With vicissitudes, this vicissitudes are not simply vicissitudes. Qingyang sees the deceitfulness of the baptism of time and worldly affairs.

"Who are you?" Qingyang asked.

"Jiexin." The other party said, no dissatisfaction was seen on his face, and he did not look angry because Qingyang didn't know his name, but Qingyang saw a deep murderous intent in his eyes.

Such murderous intent is so gloomy, which penetrates the bones and causes coldness.

Even the Canghuang Zhenren just now did not have such cold murderous intent, but the angry murderous intent.

"Please..." Qingyang stretched out his hand and the words fell, and the heart of the disaster had already taken action.

His move was very obscure and sudden.

The mind of robbery is as its name suggests, and the mind of robbery is a person's heart.

All the people in the hall were people with high cultivation. With their eyesight, they didn't see anything. They just felt a hazy shadow suddenly flashing out and directly penetrated into Qingyang's body with their divine thoughts.

Inside

The shadow directly penetrated Qingyang's body and flashed. Qingyang's eyes were originally sharp and divine light was clear, but at this moment it suddenly became sluggish, as if it was being sluggished by the yellow sand again

Swallowed, but this time he was not swallowed by yellow sand, but by something else.

Why is the one who is robbed?

The inner demon is the demon raised by humans and the ambition of devouring people's hearts is the heart of disaster.
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