"The disciples of this generation are all pretty good. There are many people who can inherit the mantle of the common people and pass on the sect. This is Master Nephew Han, who manages the business well—"
In the main hall of the academy, a woman's voice sounded. Like a silver bell, cool and majestic.
Han Fang sat solemnly. As a third-generation disciple at the pinnacle of the divine realm and with supreme authority in the Cangsheng Dao Palace, he was like a mouse meeting a cat. His expression was respectful and solemn.
Hearing this, he immediately bowed slightly gratefully: "Uncle Master, you are so complimentary!"
He called Uncle Master, but there was no one else in the hall except him.
The woman's voice had no idea where it came from.
"It's your credit, why do you need to be humble? You, Han Fang, have always been arrogant. When did you start to imitate those Confucian guys and become a humble gentleman?"
Another female voice suddenly sounded, but it was full of ridicule.
Han Fang's expression was dull, he didn't care and just ignored it.
The original calm female voice also continued: "Although this Common Life Taoist Palace is managed well by you, your own cultivation is a little behind. Your life span is less than four hundred years. If you can't go further, you can only I'm afraid that the Golden Book of Mysterious Life will no longer be able to maintain your life. Now you are the only one left in the lineage of Senior Brother Li, but don't let his inheritance be cut off. Three years later, I will let you, Junior Brother Lin, take charge of the common people on your behalf. Dao Palace—"
Han Fang's eyes were filled with guilt, but there was also a sense of relief in his brows.
Finally, with good luck, I met Shi Ruolan before the spiritual tide. This girl's qualifications can pass on what he has learned.
It wasn't until he heard the last sentence that Han Fang frowned again: "Our elites in the world are all in the outer realm. But the cloud world is the foundation. I wonder, uncle, can you give me some more time? Now the spiritual tide The war is about to start, and Han Fang is really worried. This is also the obstacle to the disciples’ Taoist heart—"
"Huh? You are overestimating yourself. Do you really think that without you, Han Fang, this Cangshengqiong realm will definitely collapse?"
There was a cold snort, but the female voice said nothing. Then his tone changed, and he said with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Is this Zong Shou always like this? He is really lazy! He obviously has great talent, but he is so careless. If this goes on, how can he continue to be like me? Sister's mantle? Junior nephew Han Fang, how did you train him?"
On the Korean side, it was a cold sweat. Looking in front of me, it was an illusion of clouds and light. What appears inside is exactly the situation of Zong Shou and the others. Zongyuan and Ruoshui, together with several escorts, were fighting desperately. But Zong Shou was the only one who sat leisurely on the altar. He had been like this for several days. This boy didn't even raise his hand. But he always won the first place in the record easily.
This time, all the elite disciples were called back to clear the boundary river. This is to allow the Cangsheng disciples to have the opportunity to fully demonstrate what they have learned in front of these two master uncles.
As a result, this person was listed as the most important person among the investigation targets. But he was stared at by them for seven whole days without taking any action personally. How could this not be annoying
Even Korean medicine makes my teeth itch with hatred. In front of these two uncles, I didn't know what to say.
There was a cold sweat on his face, but fortunately, he was very good at passing the blame.
"It's because the Master told me not to interfere too much with Junior Brother. Moreover, Senior Brother Zong is now one rank higher than me, Han Fang, in the Xuanming Golden Book -"
"Wei Xu?"
Another soft snort, but not much dissatisfaction: "That guy introduced this child to my senior sister, which is quite filial."
Han Fang's stomach suddenly hurt with laughter, and he thought about how regretful Junior Brother Wei Xu was at this moment.
The female voice then continued: "Are you sure that the heavy snow in the cloud world a few days ago was related to him? The Condensation Technique was so long that you saw light and darkness in one body, unable to see or perceive?"
"Exactly! Disciples don't dare to lie!"
Han Fang nodded, and the entire main hall was silent for a moment.
After a moment, the slightly soft voice sounded again, and said with a chuckle: "This Zong Shou has been watching for seven days to no avail. But this Zong Yuan is weak and has extraordinary qualifications. His achievements in the future may not be inferior. As for you. And my disciple is also good. If you stay with him, sooner or later he will lead you to evil—"
The last two sentences were said with a bit of kindness.
"Huh? This kid is actually a descendant of the Lu family. Combining the flames of Burning Sky with the power of thunder, what a composite spiritual method!"
Han Fang looked carefully and found that at some point, Zong Shou and the others had been surrounded by a tide of beasts.
Black flames were spreading around. The beating purple thunder continuously blasted each spirit beast into pieces.
I couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this guy finally did it himself.
Although it is a spiritual method, it is not always the best swordsmanship, but looking at the power of this compound spiritual method, I can finally explain it to these two master uncles.
After watching quietly for a moment, Zong Shou's compound spiritual method, which he casually named Lei Lie Qianhua, killed most of the beast tide. Then another ninth-level liger appeared, and a silver bell-like chuckle immediately echoed in the hall.
No matter how Han Fang listened, he felt that there was some gloating in the laughter.
Thinking it was his own misunderstanding, Han Fang tentatively said: "Although Master Zong's swordsmanship can compete with the ninth level, it is still one step behind the ninth level. I am afraid that he is not the opponent of this liger beast, do you want to help him?"
"Just sit back and watch! The way of cultivation also requires self-awareness. Acting without scruples, knowing that you are not as strong as you, but still insisting on provoking powerful enemies, one day, you will suffer a big loss-"
The steady female voice then sounded. But it also seemed to be like the voice before, with a hint of smile.
"Anyway, it's better to let him suffer first! I also want to see what the swordsman genius who is praised by both you and Wei Xu is really capable of!"
Han Fang was silent, although he knew that the person who provoked a powerful enemy was not Zong Shou. But he, Han Fang, would not be stupid enough to defend Zong Shou.
It was actually quite satisfying to see this junior disciple being unlucky.
Then the next moment, the two female voices let out a cry of surprise at the same time. Han Fang also looked stunned, and his whole body was covered in sweat.
Looking carefully into the cloud-light illusion mirror, Zong Shou's aura suddenly changed.
A coercion from the original level filled the air, and not only the ninth-level liger beast took a step back in fear.
Even he, who was looking at it through a cloud-light illusion mirror across several gaps in time and space, was also surprised.
And in an instant, the scene in front of him completely disappeared and turned into darkness.
After another forty breath, there was another dazzling white light. Even though Han Fang had a strong cultivation level, he didn't want to look directly at him. He closed his eyes slightly, and then there was deathly silence in the main hall of the academy.
After a moment, a steady female voice sighed: "Infinite light and endless darkness, so that's it! No wonder there is heavy snow in the cloud world, no wonder the north walls of those Buddhist temples collapse. In this world, someone actually opened another door A new path—"
"Infinite light, endless darkness?"
Han Fang was startled and repeated in a low voice. When the sound came out of his mouth, he felt that in the core of heaven and earth, within the origin of the world, a sudden surge was surging, as if it was responding.
Straightening his back, Han Fang continued to focus on the phantom of cloud light in front of him, waiting for the white light to subside.
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There was no sound, all sounds were swallowed up.
When Zong Shou wielded the spiritual sword, he slashed down from the sky above the ninth-level liger beast. First, he felt a slight suffocation in his right hand, and then in a thousandth of an instant, he completely engulfed the place below, whether it was the golden light shield or the purple gold shield's magical power.
Then there was no longer any obstacle, and he slashed hard at the body of the liger, which was trying its best to dodge.
The darkness filled the air, and almost silently, a huge amount of flesh and blood was poured out. Swallowed inside, it turned into pure essence and filled the sword.
When he could no longer absorb it, Zong Shou's sword technique switched again.
The Dharma reflected on the sword body has also changed. From darkness to light, all the absorbed essence was released. Cut it down with another sharp sword!
"Yuan Yibai Sword!"
Countless white lights and countless spiritual energies were suddenly released. Completely fill this nearly collapsed space!
But this time, the sound of the sword clashing with flesh and blood was heard again.
"boom!"
A loud sound suddenly filled the entire boundary river. When the white light faded, the sight of everyone here recovered again, and then they were completely stunned in place.
I saw that the ninth-level liger beast had completely disappeared. There were only pieces of flesh and blood that were blown to pieces and scattered.
All flesh, flesh, and bones were turned into powder under these two swords!
And Zhao Yanran also took a breath of cold air.
Is this the power of the black and white holes? Even a ninth-level liger beast can't block two swords
The bones of the white tiger descendant were as fine as steel, but they were shattered by the shock! How powerful must these two swords be
When Zong Shufa first came into being, he actually had such magical powers. The two small black and white balls and many star points mapped to my own soul are actually such perverted things—
Zong Yuan and others also looked at Zong Shou in shock. It's just that several people are used to it, but they are not as surprised as Zhao Yanran.
After two sword strikes, the sword in Zong Shou's hand was also disintegrating. Unable to withstand the impact of the flesh and blood energy, it turned into pieces of metallic sand.
The Dharmakaya's true form cannot be maintained either. These two swords almost drained all his soul power.
His expression was even more solemn, and he escaped his soul back to his body. He held a spare seventh-level spiritual sword in his hand. The Yuanyi Soul Sword suddenly flew out and merged with the spirit sword in his hand, exuding a cold glow.
He looked at the spiritual mist in front of him with a vigilant expression.
And just a few breaths later, another spirit beast with a breath as high as nine levels and a pair of huge bat wings slowly stepped out.
At the same time, a woman's figure suddenly stood up in the void. , his eyes were filled with astonishment, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Holy King?"
Could it be that I saw it wrong? Or was it an oversight? It is impossible for that guy to be related to the Holy One among Kings -