The green energy suppresses all things.
This was Fang Yuan's latest understanding of the Xuanhuang Yi Qi Jue after he broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm.
The previous Xuanhuang Yiqi Jue was about seeking change and pursuing the ultimate in change.
But when he was a baby, he used the sword of mind to break through the category of change and reached a new realm of unchangeability.
Not only does oneself remain unchanged, but wherever Qingqi comes, nothing will ever change!
This magical power of his is equivalent to using his own Xuanhuang Qi to trap all the relics within a ten-mile radius in a cage. However, correspondingly, he himself cannot move at this time. After all, this At that time, he had not cultivated this magical power for a short time, and his cultivation level was still low. If he moved, it would trigger more changes, and the suppression of Xuanhuang Qi would be greatly weakened.
Therefore, before he used this magical power, he called Luo Feiling.
The two didn't say much, nor did they communicate spiritually, but Luo Feiling already understood what he meant and had already sacrificed a red short knife. He had seen it before, but now the sword was still the same, but the energy was completely different. Luo Feiling pressed the seal with his hand, pointed towards the sky, and the short sword suddenly flew out.
In the long green air, a red light flew past, making it really bright.
"Shua..."
The leisurely long cry resounded between heaven and earth.
That long cry was not just one sound, but actually countless trembling sounds connected together.
The dagger flew out together. Because it flew too fast, even with spiritual consciousness, only a short red line could be seen.
The rapid rotation in the surrounding void also aroused the boundless power in the surrounding void, just like whirlpools.
Wow!
The countless relics that had been suppressed by Fang Yuan, as well as the remains of the relics that had been killed by these four men and fell like hills around them, were all knocked out by the rotation of the short sword. It's like one huge wave after another.
The gushing was endless, and it surged in all directions.
The remains that rushed out of the mountains and forests further away were also picked up by the waves and rolled outwards.
It sounds slow, but in fact, in just a few breaths, a blank space appeared around the mountain area where they were. The relics nearby were knocked away and hit the relics rushing towards them in the distance. The two sides rolled away. They formed a mass, so chaotic that they couldn't rush over for a while, so that the area where they were was suddenly filled with a rare blank space, and all the trees and mountains were empty.
The several monks who were guarding the edge naturally took a few breaths and quickly swallowed a few treasure pills.
After he regained his breath, he looked towards Fang Yuan and the others hurriedly.
In his eyes, there was indescribable solemnity and unconcealable shock.
Luo Feiling's red short knife quickly spun back. She saw blood stains on it and so on, but she didn't dare to take it. She looked for something to wipe it with a sad face, but all the cultivators just looked at it. Great change, surprised by the power of this short sword.
Of course, no matter how powerful the short sword in the hands of the little saint of Wangqing Island in the South China Sea is, it is always taken for granted.
But the magical power that Fang Yuan used to suppress all things with Xuanhuang energy made them feel a little scary.
The green Qi cap fell down, and even they felt that their magical powers were not working well and their bodies were heavy, even if they attached the holding amulet...
... What kind of magical power is that? Can it restrain Nascent Soul from completing its major cultivation
If the two of them had joined forces just now, not to attack the relics, but to attack them, what chance did they have of winning
When they thought about this problem, all the cultivators were a little surprised.
"You beast, you still want to hide and seek with me here?"
At this moment, in the void far away in the east, Wang Zhou shouted loudly, shaking the world. At the same time, he stepped forward and finally forced the silver lizard into a corner. The silver lizard's body quickly became smaller. , was about to slip away again, but Wang Zhou grabbed it with his big hand and grabbed its tail. The silver lizard was shocked, turned around in the air, and breathed out a breath of red breath.
Wang Zhou was already irritated by it, but he didn't hide. He pulled up his cloak and held it in front of him. The red breath was terrifying, but it didn't penetrate the cloak. Then Wang Zhou fluttered his cloak, smiled solemnly, and the black sword stretched across the sky. , and slashed at it fiercely.
"Pfft..."
Golden blood spurted out from the neck cavity, and a huge dragon head rolled and fell to the ground.
boom!
The moment the silver lizard was killed, a faint power faded in the surrounding void. It was the royal power of the silver lizard. As soon as this power retreated, the crazy black lizards around them and the endless The relics that poured out from the surrounding mountains and forests were all startled. They seemed to wake up and looked at the wreckage and flesh around them with horrified eyes.
"Wow!"
No one else needed to take action, and they didn't know who was leading them. They suddenly fled deep into the forest with their tails between their legs. After all, they were only oppressed by the power of the silver lizard before, so they attacked without fear or fear of life and death. But now they have I know I'm scared.
Seeing that this dangerous situation was finally overcome safely, the surrounding cultivators felt relieved, with a smile on their faces. They all walked towards Fang Yuan, raised their hands and said with a smile: "Brother Fang Dao, All of us would like to thank your assistant just now..."
Fang Yuan nodded calmly and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a deep voice: "Who asked you to take action?"
The cultivators were startled and turned around to see Wang Zhou holding a black sword and walking back slowly through the void.
The black cloak billowed behind him, like a black cloud.
But his face seemed to be darker than that black cloud, condensed with a deep chill.
Fang Yuan was also startled for a moment, and explained: "Just now I saw that the situation around me was dangerous, and several fellow Taoists were under too much pressure..."
Wang Zhou directly interrupted him coldly, his eyes were focused, like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour, and he said solemnly: "It's their fault that they are under great pressure. Since they have fallen into the dragon's footsteps, they must do their best even if they die. Responsibilities, and I have said it before, since I am the leader of the team, you should obey my orders, do what I order, and stop when I order. Each of you should perform your duties. Don't be confused, and don't be smart. I've said that. You have said it so clearly, but you still want to show off and take action rashly. If trouble occurs, who will be responsible?"
Fang Yuan frowned slightly and did not answer.
Wang Zhou's anger had not subsided. He could see that Fang Yuan was unhappy, and he did not bend his head like a soldier on the edge of the devil. His face became even more ugly, and he continued: "You just took action, even if you saved someone, but Don’t you need to worry about the spiritual pulse measurement? You are called the leader of the six paths. Don’t you know that the spiritual veins in this dragon trace are so changeable? If you miss this opportunity, how many more things will happen? "
Fang Yuan looked up at him and said, "The area I was responsible for has been completed!"
Wang Zhou became angry, rolled his eyes, looked at him solemnly, and shouted: "You can disobey my order after it's done?"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly solidified and became very depressing.
Wang Zhou's black sword was still not sheathed, and the three thousand fire crows behind him were still flying in the air.
Judging from his anger, it seemed that if Fang Yuan contradicted him again, he would kill him with a single blow.
Not far away, Ban Feiyuan and others who had just finished measuring their spiritual veins, as well as Luo Feiling, Song Longzhu and others, also gathered around. Some people looked at them coldly, some looked worried, and some even felt indignant. He couldn't help but want to contradict Wang Zhou.
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became extremely depressing and terrifying.
All the cultivators looked tense, as if they were on the verge of breaking out.
When Fang Yuan met Wang Zhou's gaze, he felt a lot of injustice in his heart.
But he was silent for a long time, and then he still hugged Wang Zhou and said, "I will take note of what brother Wang Dao said!"
After hearing this, the cultivators around him were slightly relieved, but they also sighed faintly.
The surrounding atmosphere became a little relaxed.
Wang Zhou stared at Fang Yuan coldly for a long time, and the anger in his body slowly subsided.
He slowly put away the black sword, glanced at everyone coldly, and shouted: "This is just this time, it won't happen next time. You all have written it down for me. I am the leader of the team, and you all must act according to my orders. But Whoever acts too smart and fails to abide by my orders..."
His voice was deep and his eyes were like blades: "Behead him!"
Oops, I saw that everyone said that I split the two chapters into three and published it, but that’s not the case. The number of words must be much more. The old ghost is a real person, really!
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