Originally, even a saint could not touch the remaining will of the Great Pluto in the sky city. However, Xiao Yi fused a trace of the Great Pluto's blood, which made the Great Pluto's remaining bones close to it. However, as soon as the incomplete will revived,
It was discovered that Xiao Yi was not of the same clan, but of the alien clan that devoured and refined the blood of the same clan, which made it angry and wanted to wipe out Xiao Yi's will.
"A mere scattered god wants to turn over!"
In the spiritual world, Xiao Yi's war soul sneered. He raised his fist to the sky, the breeze roared through the golden cracked stone, and the breeze fist evolved and hit the nine heavens.
clang!
The collision of two spiritual wills actually gave birth to the sound of metal and iron clashing. Xiao Yi's spiritual world was slightly shaken. If the will has not yet reincarnated, it would have broken the spiritual world. However, Xiao Yi has completely passed through the six realms of reincarnation, and the true spirit is endless.
The world of the mind is as solid as a golden soup. Although the golden-winged roc is strong, it is not yet an adult, and the second is the age of time. No matter how strong the will is, it will be erased into ashes. It is incredible that it can leave a trace of will mark.
In the spiritual world, Xiao Yiju boxed the sky and confronted the Golden-winged Great Roc. He gave up all means and focused on the operation of the Great Roc. The blue fist light was sharper than the wind blade and sharper than the sword. In the spiritual world, the land collapsed and the earth broke.
It seems that the world is coming.
This is a hard battle. Even if it is a broken will mark, it is a natural king. Even by chance, the Golden-winged Roc's body is elusive. Xiao Yi was knocked away several times. If it weren't for the cycle of will, and after all, he would have passed
The bloodline tempering is much stronger and more stable than those in the same realm, and has long collapsed.
roar!
The golden-winged roc roared angrily, and the roc roared trembled at the sky. Its golden feathers were like swords, like a rain falling. It covered the sky and the terrible sword force shook the soul, and the world barriers were shaken.
"Dragon-Battle Dragon Feather Sword!"
The inherited magical powers belonging to the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, or the magical powers and martial arts. The demon clans can be regarded as branches of wild beasts in the heavens and the hundreds of realms. They embarked on different evolutionary paths, and their bloodline magical powers have also turned into magical powers and martial arts.
Suitable for humanoids.
Unlike the Dragon-Battle Sword of the Sky-Winging Horse, the magical powers and martial arts originated from the Golden-Winged Roc are obviously more powerful and perfect. Golden Rain is like a sword, and Xiao Yi even finds it difficult to grasp the trajectory of each golden feather, as if hidden in the void, densely packed
His body became cold.
Buzz!
A blood-colored divine mirror appeared at the middle of Xiao Yi's eyebrows, and the ancient golden light flowed like a golden river. Wherever he passed, everything was still.
In the spiritual world, dense golden sword rain floated in the air. Xiao Yi's eyes were bright, and thousands of spiritual will lie on it, permeating it, imprinting every mystery into his heart.
The spiritual will is consumed, but it is insignificant compared to the will before the cycle of reincarnation. After ten breaths, the blood-colored divine mirror is hidden, and thousands of swords and rains break through the air. Xiao Yi let out a long roar, and he raised his fist and shook his punches in succession, and three consecutive boxing techniques
Birth.
"The great roc spreads its wings! It sways the nine heavens! It attacks the world!"
While comprehending the three styles of boxing, Xiao Yi understood the third mystery of the Way of Wind, that is destruction. Throughout history, hurricanes have swept the earth, and many creatures have suffered. One of the mystery of wind is destruction!
Three punches against the sky, thousands of sword rains were disintegrated, Xiao Yi went up against the air and punched out again. This punch merged with three styles of boxing, and the blue fist light condensed, almost turned into substance, and a blue Taoist track was derived, most of them were
Has been substantial.
puff!
The golden-winged roc roared and the golden feathers flew. Xiao Yi penetrated through it. He stood in the blood of the roc. Although it was an illusory spiritual will, he reached the current realm, but he reached the extreme.
Seeing the golden-winged roc in front of him slowly dissipated, Xiao Yi couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Time was enough to erase everything. If he had come a few years later, even the incomplete mark of will would not exist. If it were a little stronger,
He may be able to use this to understand the other two mysteries of the Way of Wind.
Now, Xiao Yi has already understood that most of the Taoist Dharmas have five mysteries, nine or five are respected, and the five mysteries are one, which is the perfect state. Going further, it is the ultimate sublimation and the law of derivation, which belongs to the saint
The domain of the person.
Of course, there are some exceptions, just like the way of killing. In Xiao Yi's perception, there seem to be only two kinds of mystery, one is the mystery of murderous aura, and the other is the mystery of destruction. Although it is only two kinds of mystery, it fully displays the essence of the way of killing.
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In the spiritual garden, Xiao Yi was surrounded by red divine clouds. Although his qi and blood were restrained, Shi Taiyi still felt a great pressure several feet away. However, he did not retreat, but sat cross-legged on the spot, with a sword crossing in front of his knees.
He sucked and sucked the spiritual energy, and a faint sword emitting from his body. Although it was not very strong, it had a smell of killing the soul.
Nine Questions about Tiandao!
When Shi Taiyi comprehended the sword technique of the Heavenly Sword Saint, he felt the profoundness of it every time he understood it, especially the spiritual path. He had just touched the threshold and had only a little understanding of his subsequent practice.
The bright moon is like a plate, the cold moon is like water, the spiritual energy is misty and the mist is steaming, just like a divine realm.
ah!
The moon was in the sky, and a scream resounded everywhere, alarming the entire ancient city.
In the city, several lords of the ranger gathered, and the powerful people from all directions also gathered. In front of them, there was a corpse. This was a middle-aged man with strong blood and no fatal damage was suffered, but his face turned pale.
His eyes widened, as if he had seen something terrified.
"The Hunting Sword Wood Valley, the powerful man from the Nine Heavens of Soul-Merging, condenses the top-grade battle soul!"
Someone exclaimed that this was a strong man among the rangers. If he had not been injured in his early years and had not healed his old injuries, he would have been able to understand life and death as a demon. He entered the realm of the land and died here now.
The Ranger Force area where it is located.
An old man in red stepped forward. His black hair was disheveled and his spirits were energetic. His eyes were gloomy at this moment. As the lord of the ranger's power, the strong man he was dependent on was attacked and killed, which undoubtedly ruined his face.
"wrong!"
He observed carefully, and suddenly, the divine light flashed in his eyes and shouted: "Ghost clan!"
What!
Everyone was shocked, and several lords of the ranger also stared at them. Although the sky city was often disturbed by alien races, there were no traces of ghosts for many years. The road it opened up was not in this vast land of desolation.
"Is it because..."
Someone wanted to speak but stopped. After a few breaths, another scream cut through the darkness. When the lords of the rangers arrived, another powerful man from the Nine Heavens Soul-Merking Realm died, his face turned ashen, and his pupils were faintly visible.
A ghost shadow was hazy and shrouded in the gray-black ghost fog. This is the area east of the city and belongs to the jurisdiction of another lord of the ranger.
The faces of several lords' lords were ugly. Even if the five people were formed in spirit and covered the whole city, they could not find them. The ghost clan's methods were invisible, and they could not even find any clues.
In the Spirit Garden.
When the second scream sounded, Xiao Yi stood up and took a step, without any fireworks, but he was almost at the extreme. He fell down and arrived at the east side of the city.
"Brother Xiao!"
Several of the masters of the ranger's power shook their eyes and a smile was barely squeezed out on their faces.
"Thank you!"
Xiao Yi nodded, and many powerful people from all over the world were watching. He was calm and light, and naturally developed an invisible majesty and demeanor, not moved by external objects, which made several lords of the ranger's power look up to him.
point.
Ghost clan!
Xiao Yi's eyes were slightly cold, and he snorted coldly, and his will to reincarnate was like a gun, stabbing into those terrified pupils.
Wow!
With a ghost roar, a blue ghost shadow stepped out from deep in the dead pupils. This is a ghost clan, with a body of three feet high, covered with blue scales, six horns on the head, and his miserable green eyes emitted a faint ghost fire.
His hands were like tiger claws, and his sharp mouth and monkey cheeks made a sharp whistle as soon as he appeared.
This is a ghost sound, which has a destructive power that penetrates the soul, which makes people sway and illusions abound. Even if the will of reincarnation is on their own, Xiao Yi's eyes are full of ghosts, with dry bones and tombs everywhere, and phosphate fire points, and sometimes there are
The whimper sounded in my ears like the years that had passed through the long period.
boom!
A stream of masculine blood burst out, and another figure stepped out from Xiao Yi's body, just like him. His war soul raised his fist and pierced forward. The supreme fist was domineering and fierce, and it was fierce and uncast.
puff!
The blue ghost flew out on the spot, half of his body was smashed, but his miserable green eyes showed a hideous smile, and then his whole body exploded, turning into a little phosphorus fire, disappearing into the night sky. (Working overtime at night, 8 o'clock
Duocai got home, sat down to write in sweat, and quickly sent a chapter. Today there was only one chapter, and I was about to fall apart. I went to take a shower.)