How powerful is the spiritual power in the body of a monk?
No one can say this problem, because there is no monk who has no way to do so crazy about self -destruction.
This is also the reason. When Xing Yan's body flew towards Canglang, the first feeling of Qixiaowei was surprised.
Following his eyes, deep shocks and incredibleness appeared. In the end, it has not appeared on him for many years ... frightened!
Can you not be scary?
What kind of powerful attack power will cause the self -destruction of the monk of the Taoism Realm?
This consequence, even the monk, who is also a well -deserved realm, did not grasp the consequences.
In order to protect the suppression of Canglang, Xing Yan has stationed here for nearly a thousand years.
Although his majestic spirituality was indeed not left much by this huge array consumption land.
However, this does not prevent Xingyan still have the level of the monk in the same way.
It's like jade eyebrows.
Although it has been done, it is not as good as Xingyan, but the power of the consciousness is still easy to block the perception of Xiaowei.
For so many days to make Qixiao Wei's coexistence in the city, it has not been able to find out the foothold of Yan Yan.
He didn't want to bury Xingyan, a lunatic.
But at this point, he lost.
Xing Yan's body fluttered in the air.
Behind him is the waves that stand in the dark.
This tall building stands here since the completion of Canglang City, which has gone through thousands of years.
Together with him, he witnessed Canglang City from an inconspicuous Linhai Town and grew to the largest city of the Oriental mainland today.
Xing Yan knew in his heart that since he decided to guard the Canglang City, his life had been determined.
He is with this Canglang, and it is destined to depend on life and death with Canglang City.
He kept the Canglang, and he took the Canglang City.
Because of his stability, the people in the city are no longer afraid of those monsters hiding in the darkness, and no longer afraid of the strong tyrants around him.
Fang Yuan has come to him and come to him and Canglang City. From the initial ordinary people to the world, there are more and more family members.
These people lived in peace in Canglang City and lived here, and they were endless.
He became the true patron saint of Canglang.
The trust of the people in the city has gradually become a faith. They gave him supreme respect and love, so that he opened the eyes of Canglang with a body of the body and became recognized by heaven.
Real guardian.
He is rare in the world. It should be Gaoling Snow, the moon in the sky.
But for Canglang, for this big city, his flower of the kaolin should be the heaviest overhaul of the flavor of the fireworks of the mountains and sea.
The great repairs with the same status as him are all named Mr., the master, or the old fairy, at least, at least a big thing.
But he repaired a "city owner" name, a bit like those ordinary kings or princes.
Although he doesn't like others as the city owner, he doesn't mind.
Because he loves this city, the people in the city of love, the children ran through the mount in front of him when they loved the city.
He has a big repairs in the same way, does not fall in love with alchemy, did not fall in love with collecting treasures.
Wen Qiong laughed at him the most vulgar way in the world. He smiled and was glad to suffer.
Even though he has not visited the city for several years and has not shown up, he still loves this big city deeply to this day.
It's a pity that after today, he will no longer be able to patrol the city in person, hold the child's soft little hand, and smell the unknown food on the street.
He will use his body to smelt Canglang Palace, merge with Canglang Palace, and stand here forever, overlooking the city...
"Father!"
Xing Yushan's hysterical crying came from below.
At this moment, he naturally saw his father's plan, and tears instantly burst into his eyes.
"If you must sacrifice your body to Que, please use a child's body!"
Xing Yushan's body suddenly rose into the sky and rushed towards his father who was about to hit Que.
Just when Xing Yushan hugged Xing Yan's waist and used his body to cushion Xing Yan's back to prevent his father from falling into the palace, the stable base of Canglang Tower suddenly shook violently.
Scarlet light projected up from the bottom of the circular base, cutting through the darkness around Canglang Tower, as if the entire tower was dug out of the ground.
Xing Yan's boy's eyes shrank suddenly and he exclaimed: "Great formation! Great formation!"
He waved his hand and pushed Xing Yushan's body away, then flew towards the majestic building again.
However, the moment Xing Yushan blocked Xing Yan just now was enough time for Qi Xiaowei to regain the situation again.
In a battle between giants like Xing Yan and Qi Xiaowei, just one breath can change the outcome.
Dark power from all directions surged towards the scarlet light below the crack in the ground, as if the entire night was about to sink into it.
Xing Yan's palm slapped heavily on the round top of Canglang Tower.
"Buzz——"
The high tower made a long and ancient sound like a bell, but the trembling base still showed no sign of stability.
Xing Yan sat cross-legged on the top of the palace and began to draw symbols slowly with his hands.
Xing Yan's fingertips are condensed with warm water energy, rippling gently like the calmness of the deep sea.
When Xing Yan began to write this rune quietly, strands of water spirit energy overflowed from his body, wrapped around his body and flowed slowly, forming substantial waves of spirit energy.
Those water spirits were gentle and soft, entwining him and refusing to leave, as if they wanted to say goodbye to him.
Xing Yan's originally thin cheeks quickly sunk deeply, and his originally tall body began to gradually become hunched over.
If Yan Yan were here, he would see at a glance that Xing Yan was in the same state when he wrote this talisman as Mr. Yumei was when he wrote the "fallen leaves return to their roots" talisman in the wilderness.
Apart from the explosive pill, this is the last rune that condenses a monk's lifelong cultivation.
It is called "fallen leaves return to their roots" in wood spirit roots.
In Shuilinggen, it’s called “All rivers return to the sea”
"Duo! Duo! Duo..."
From inside Canglang Tower, there was a sudden knocking sound.
Xing Yushan, who was pushed away by his father and hit his body against the wall, heard the sound.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and flew into the palace.
This is usually where my father reads and meditates. In the empty rotunda, there is nothing else but a large bookshelf that reaches the ceiling and an ordinary table.
The strange round floor tile in the center is particularly abrupt at this moment.
Countless scarlet lights, like blood lines, are projected up from the ground, as if there is a blazing fire under the tower.
A dark gray round jade brick in the center of the palace is like a furnace lid buckled in the center of the furnace, suppressing the raging fire below and blocking the fusion of two completely different worlds: calm and fierce.
At this moment, a person is squatting in the middle of the hall, and he uses a horn handle to hit the hard round jade gray brick.
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