here.
Chenyue stood in a corner on the top of the pagoda, tightly guarding Xiaolian behind her, four streams of nine streams flickered all over her body, and the power of nature was also higher than the last, billowing spiritual power erupted, no longer It is Jindan fifty-four revolutions, but ninety-nine and eighty-one revolutions.
Chenyue is terrifying.
Four Realms of Dzogchen Nine Layers of Flowing Colors.
Eighty-one revolutions of Jindan Dzogchen.
Looking at the entire Quartet, there are absolutely very few such strengths.
Of course.
Even so, Chenyue was still suppressed in the corner, not daring to move, because she was crushed and collapsed as soon as her four-level nine-fold flow color natural power was launched, and the same was true for the eighty-one-turn spiritual power of the golden core.
Even if she perfectly integrates the circulation of the four realms and the nine layers to form a true protection of nature's flowing colors, she still can't bear it.
The mighty power of nature is like a candle in the cold wind in the turbid brilliance of the sky, and like a bubble in the sun, it seems that it may collapse and disappear at any time.
She looked horrified, her eyes were full of fear, she didn't dare to think, and she couldn't imagine why a person with only Zifu's cultivation could have such terrifying spiritual power.
Yes.
Purple House.
She could clearly feel that this kind of spiritual power contained the breath of the Purple Mansion, and it was pure purple mansion spiritual power that didn't even condense the golden core.
Generally speaking, this kind of spiritual power has no power at all, because the root and even the essence of a person who cultivates the golden core lies.
Not even Jindan.
How could the spiritual power be so vast
It's really vast.
The vastness is endless.
What Chenyue couldn't understand was that the more turbid a person's spiritual power was, the less cohesive and explosive it was, and it was as soft as a sponge.
And this person.
No matter how turbid the spiritual power is, it is as turbid as a quagmire. It is such a turbid spiritual power, but it is as violent as volcanic magma. It is really like magma, and the spiritual power is boiling.
What kind of spiritual power is this
Chenyue has never seen it, nor heard of it.
Even more terrifying.
In the boiling turbid spiritual power, there are actually countless lightning bolts, very small lightning, as small as countless sparks, densely packed, everywhere.
Chenyue doesn't know why there are sparks and lightning in a person's spiritual power.
She had never seen it, nor heard of it.
What kind of spark and lightning is this, she doesn't know, she just thinks it's very scary, the crisp sound of crackling and crackling not only distorts and blurs her natural power, but also makes her soul tremble with fear with.
Turbid spiritual power filled the hall on the top of the tower.
The sky was full of sparks and lightning, thundering crazily.
The man in white put one hand behind his back, holding the golden stone tightly, and blocked a mysterious Buddhist big handprint with the other.
He stood, his sleeves rattling, his black hair dancing wildly.
On a handsome face, there was not much change in the expression, but it was no longer leisurely, and instead appeared a kind of indifference. He looked at the Buddhist big handprint, shook his head slightly, a little helpless, and said with a light smile: "It's useless that you are still a Buddhist, and your obsession is so heavy..."
The voice fell.
Gu Qingfeng flipped the hand that was blocking the Buddha's big handprint, and in an instant, the spiritual power of the entire hall spun along with it, frantically gathering towards the palm of his hand.
"Go back to me!"
His palm was shaken suddenly, and the muddy spiritual power burst out suddenly. The Buddhist Mahamudra was instantly shaken and disappeared, and all the scriptures on the walls around the hall were also shaken and disappeared.
When Gu Qingfeng withdrew his spiritual power and the top of the tower returned to its original state, Bai He, Zhuo Feng, Ye Rou and others were all lying on the ground, covered in blood, all of them lost consciousness, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.
in the corner.
Chenyue's delicate face was pale, panting heavily, staring at Gu Qingfeng extremely nervously, but behind her, Xiao Lian was too frightened to speak, hiding behind Chenyue, trembling with fright.
Gu Qingfeng turned around, glanced at Baihe and the others, and then looked at Chenyue.
The Chenyue here is quite different from before. She used to have an ordinary appearance, but now she has a delicate face, beautiful and dignified, but her face is a bit ugly, and her beautiful eyes are full of panic. Just now, in order to resist Gu Qingfeng's spirit Strength, her golden core has been somewhat exhausted, and her real body is also a little weak.
Seeing Gu Qingfeng staring at her, she who was already nervous suddenly became even more frightened. Although she tried her best to hide the fear in her heart, it still had no effect, especially when she was stared at by Gu Qingfeng's dark eyes, she felt that her own It's as if the soul has been seen through, and there are no secrets in the whole body.
Chenyue took a deep breath and asked in a concentrated voice: "You... what are you going to do."
"What do you think?"
Gu Qingfeng took out the Yaoguo and ate one, with a malicious smile on his lips.
"Tell you, I'm not afraid of you!"
Chenyue's real body ignited a kind of flame at some point, not brilliance, but real flame, fiery red, very bright, what's even more strange is that the flame condensed behind her, as if forming a pair of fire-colored wings.
"Yo, sister, I didn't see it, it's still a descendant of turkey, and it's still the blood of the firebird."
Gu Qingfeng swept Chenyue back and forth unscrupulously, and said with a playful smile: "Although the bloodline is not too pure, and the bloodline is not too high, it is still passable."
"you!"
Chenyue was startled, frightened and appalled, but at the same time she was extremely angry. The Phoenix blood that she had always been proud of was so noble, how could it turn into a turkey in his mouth
If it was someone else who humiliated her blood like this, she would have made a move a long time ago, but facing the extremely mysterious and weird Gu Qingfeng in front of her, Chenyue was terrified from the bottom of her heart.
"Phoenix's direct descendants, I don't know where to hide to enjoy their old age. The branches of the blood are spreading everywhere. There are not one thousand, but there are 800 kinds. Sister, sacrifice your blood, and let the master take a closer look. Look at it. See what breed you are."
"You! Damn it!"
Chenyue became angry from embarrassment, gnashing her teeth angrily.
What is scrutiny? What is it called look at what species
damn it!
What does he think of me
Is it a circus monkey
asshole!
Damn bastard!
The hatred in Chenyue's heart!
She originally wanted to sacrifice her own blood and teach this arrogant guy a lesson, but she was really worried about Xiao Lian behind her.
"Come on, it's just a joke, don't mind."
Looking at Chenyue who dared to be angry but dare not speak, Gu Qingfeng laughed happily, waved his hands, and said: "Go back, this place is really not for you, your little golden core, little nature, little blood , It’s okay outside, but you might not even be able to stand firmly here for a while, go back, don’t really become a turkey then play Dafa.”
"Ah! You bastard surnamed Gu! Go to hell!"
Chenyue couldn't bear it anymore, the power of blood erupted in an instant, and the whole person turned into a fire bird, and the raging flames immediately burned.
At this time, Gu Qingfeng had already jumped into the lotus futon and disappeared without a trace, only his playful laughter came from him.