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Wang Qian gained a lot this time. Under the fierce battle, his cultivation level broke through to the second level of Dzogchen, which is the realm of innate Dzogchen. He may break through to the foundation building stage at any time.
The Halberd of the Gods has absorbed a large amount of evil spirit and spirit, and has grown to the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon. Moreover, his halberd is a murderous weapon, much more powerful than ordinary magic weapons.
The Halberd of the Gods, a top-grade spiritual weapon, is absolutely comparable to most top-grade spiritual weapons.
This time, he fought alone into the violent netherworld creatures in order to allow the disciples of Qingyun Sect to retreat safely. Now that Zhou Qing and his party have probably successfully evacuated, his mission can be considered completed.
There were too many netherworld creatures, and Wang Gan was killing them fast enough, but there was still a continuous stream of enemies coming over to kill them.
At this time, the second level of the underworld has also undergone tremendous changes.
The void kept trembling, and the vast ghostly demonic energy emerged from the depths of the ground, seeming to turn this land into a demonic land in a very short period of time.
In the distant depths of the underworld, the void seems to be constantly shattering. The dark magic light shines thousands of miles away. You can vaguely see the brilliance of many magical powers and spells flashing in it. The divine light collides, like thunder crashing through the sky. I don’t know what it looks like. Existence is constantly fighting and fighting.
Roar! Roar!
A series of desolate roars kept ringing in Wang Gan's ears, and he saw that in this land of the underworld, castles and villages were all boiling, and crowds of bustling underworld creatures were trampling on the earth crazily, and Their direction seemed to be heading towards the depths of the underworld, where the magic light was most intense.
"What happened? Are there really terrible ghostly creatures rushing up from the ground?"
Wang Qian's heart was heavy. He found that among those magical beams and mana madness, his power was actually a bit weak. The joyful mood of killing the netherworld creatures just now was gone.
Buzz!
A tall netherworld creature with distinctive scales came roaring to kill.
This is a leader of the Black Yaksha, which is equivalent to the late stage of foundation building in practice. He is powerful, powerful, and fast. He looks like a humanoid creature. When fighting, he looks like a ferocious beast, very ferocious.
Stab!
A sharp claw tore through the air and covered Wang Gan with his head covered.
Moreover, this netherworld creature has extremely huge vitality, rich blood, and strength, forming a wonderful force field around his body. Every move has infinite power.
Wang Qian had just broken through and needed a fight. Seeing how ferocious this creature was, he felt excited, roared, and killed it.
This is a leading figure in the Black Yaksha. His cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building. He can be the master of a castle in the second layer of the underworld, managing many Black Yakshas, Blood Yakshas, and a large number of netherworld creatures. .
Nether creatures of this level are very extraordinary. In terms of intelligence, they are no different from humans. Moreover, their mentality is much crueler and colder than most humans.
This move reflects the strength of this black Yaksha leader.
He exerted a miraculous martial arts power. His fists and kicks were swung at strange speeds, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, completely irregular. Moreover, his spiritual power was completely integrated into martial arts, giving him a dark, devilish temperament. From then on, He exuded a rather strange feeling.
Wang Qian's eyes lit up, and with his soul realm, he could immediately see how powerful this Black Yaksha was!
"What a martial art, what magical powers, what weirdness, what strength!"
He shouted out four good words in one breath, which shows that this black Yaksha commander is definitely not in vain.
With a swish, Wang Gan put away the halberd of the gods. He wanted to fight the Yaksha leader with his bare hands. This was a kind of self-confidence and a test for himself. Only in a fair contest can a cultivator be fully developed. potential.
Physical invincibility is not true invincibility; spiritual invincibility is true invincibility.
Wang Qian has been comprehending and deepening this sentence since the first day of his practice, and it has a very powerful promotion effect on his practice.
As soon as this Yaksha took action, all the surrounding Netherworld creatures dispersed, as if the ministers were meeting the king. They were so respectful that one had to admire that although the level of civilization in this Netherworld world is not high, the hierarchy is very strict. Compared with The intrigues in the human world are much simpler.
Power is status. As long as you have invincible power, you will have the status to dominate the world.
The leader of Black Yaksha rushed up with fists and feet flying like ghosts. At the same time, a cold consciousness penetrated directly into Wang Gan's sea of consciousness.
"Human, you are very powerful, and your vitality is very strong. Your flesh and blood contains pure energy. I must defeat you and then eat you, so that my power will increase again!"
The meaning conveyed by this yaksha was very clear and logical. Wang Qian understood that the wisdom of this yaksha was not trivial and should not be taken lightly.
"Netherworld God's Ghost Hand!"
A spiritual storm surged in the void, the air roared, and ripples continued. This Yaksha's fists and feet were like dragons and snakes. When his legs moved, they suddenly turned into two phantoms, which were invisible to the naked eye. It was clear and very fast. He was like a ghost, floating horizontally and vertically on the ground, surrounding Wang Qian, and attacks from all directions were coming towards him.
His attack methods are mainly two hands, with nails as sharp as diamonds, three inches long. Sometimes the sword flies across the air, sometimes the claws fly, the void is shattered, and the murderous intention is hidden.
"Netherworld Gods and Ghosts Hands? Sure enough, they attack and kill like the wind of the Nine Netherworld, leaving no trace of ghosts and ghosts. But in my eyes, what secrets does this method have?"
Wang Qian's eyes flashed, and many pictures of martial arts magical powers appeared in his pupils. In an instant, he had a certain understanding of this Netherworld God and Ghost Skill.
Sea of Bitter Seal, sink!
Wang Qian drew a mysterious arc in his hand, and the gurgling green divine power flowed. A sinking, lingering artistic conception was so vast that it made people drowsy, and all the fighting spirit of killing was constantly being consumed.
With the understanding of the way of the sea of suffering, Wang Qian gradually embarked on the path of understanding the way of the sea of suffering from the ordinary way of water. The sea of suffering is a legendary thing. No one knows where it is, but it is mentioned in many cultivation books. There are records that this place is an extremely mysterious place. Throughout the ages, countless heroes, giants of immortals and demons have perished in the sea of suffering.
Wang Qian now has a glimmer of understanding of this mysterious way of the sea of suffering. With one seal, divine power flows and all worlds are destroyed!
At this moment, the ghost-like Netherworld martial arts magical power that originally traveled in the six voids immediately appeared in the void, and the speed began to slow down. Even the spiritual will of this Yaksha began to be in a trance, losing the firm fighting spirit at the beginning. This is very scary.
"Ho! What kind of magical power do you have? It can actually affect my will? I, the Black Yaksha clan, are the darlings of the Netherworld, and no one can affect my will!"
This Yaksha immediately reacted and woke up while roaring loudly. His soul fluctuated violently, and strong spiritual energy rose above his head, vaguely taking on the shape of an endless river.
"Contemplation of the River Styx! The weak water is three thousand, and the goose feathers are ten thousand. Surrender your will and rush out of the netherworld!"
This is a method of contemplation, a cultivation method related to the soul, and the intention is so profound that even Wang Qian was a little surprised. He marveled in his heart that this netherworld creature is really not simple, and it actually has such a powerful contemplation method.
Buzz!
The void trembled, Wang Qian's artistic conception of sinking and the artistic conception of the Styx imagined by this Yaksha collided with each other, and there was a tendency to disappear.
"Hmph, you beast, you still have a few more moments, but that's it for now. The sea of suffering is boundless, salvation, salvation!"
Wang Qian snorted coldly, and his soul bloomed with brilliance. The understanding of the way of the sea of suffering suddenly came to his mind. He struck out with a palm, and the vast divine power was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, the void was shattered, and it contained the charm of salvation and crossing. .
No matter how big the River Styx is, it must be crossed, and no matter how strong the Yaksha is, it must be saved by Wang Qian. The understanding of the two "Taos" is naturally in conflict with each other, and the consequences are immediately reflected.
After breaking through to the innate Dzogchen realm, this was the first time that Wang Qian was unscrupulous and unleashed his power without reservation.
Buzz!
Bones trembled, muscles exploded, divine power emerged, the power of the flesh, the power of the bones, the power of the sea of suffering; the power of the soul, this attack and kill, all the power in Wang Qian's body condensed together for the first time, and all the "power" in his body ” all condensed into one, and thoughts of perfection emerged.
This blow is indescribable. A huge palm appears in the void. Ancient blue light blooms. Every palm print is clearly visible. Using the void to control the sky, this palm falls from the sky, like a Taoist monk opening the sky, like a giant Buddha. Suppress evil spirits.
With immeasurable power, transcendent thoughts, and surging attacks, the Yaksha screamed, as if he had seen an incredible scene.
A big hand fell from the sky and directly suppressed his head. The next moment it was smashed into pieces, and the last scream stopped abruptly.
Cruel, domineering, wishful, and perfect.
Wang Qian finally showed the power of the second round of his Nine-turn Body Refining Technique.