Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 770
"Haha~~~"

Qing Liao waved Fang Tian's painted halberd, moving back and forth, his prestige was unparalleled and unrivaled.

Immediately, the momentum of the dragon clan rose sharply, and the offensive became even more sharp.

When Yan Yuanjiang saw this scene, his expression was very ugly, and he said, "Hmph, it's just using external force, but it's so arrogant."

Fu Ji's eyes reflected the golden net of the magic circle, thoughtfully, and said: "Yes, he is only in the realm of the Yang God, but with the power of the magic circle, he can rival the perfection of the primordial spirit."

In such a short time, Qing Liao swung Fang Tian's painted halberd in the arena, and swept away a large area of ​​heavenly people. Many people who were unlucky were directly killed.

"Brother Dao, leave this person to me."

Yan Yuanjiang frowned, hesitated for a moment, sighed again, and said, "Please trouble me, Fellow Daoist."

Fu Ji stepped forward, and suddenly heard a clanging sound, and the sound of the sword was released, and he went straight to the field.

On the other side, Qing Liao painted Fang Tian's halberd in his hand, and wherever he passed, he was invincible and mighty.

The murderous intent shoots out in all directions, lush and green, creating a pale scene, like carved patterns, mysterious and unpredictable.

Every time Fang Tian's painting halberd is swung out, there will be a thin crescent moon condensed, frosty and white.

As time goes by, thousands and thousands of thin crescents appear around them, circling and colliding with each other, and combining to form a shocking picture.

There is no magnificent delicacy, on the contrary, it gives people a kind of coldness with infinite murderous intent.

Being in it is very depressing.

Wherever Crescent Moon went, the heavenly people retreated one after another.

"Ha ha!!"

Qing Liao laughed again and again, holding Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand, invincible, an invincible artistic conception settled in his heart, like a bud sprouting from the ground, and began to grow vigorously.

Wielding Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, Qing Liao fought fiercer and fiercer. The method he cultivated was originally the way of killing on the battlefield. Now, with the help of the power of the magic circle, he is invincible among the people in the heavenly court, but he feels more and more that the method is working smoothly , The power is endless.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Qing Liao became more and more fierce as he fought, his eyes glowed red, Fang Tian swung his halberd, and the endless crescents undulated in the water, layer upon layer.

"kill!!!"

Qing Liao's golden armor was stained with blood, and it was so fierce that it was unbelievable. Under this invincible mood, he already felt that his previous bottleneck was beginning to move around, and it seemed that he could break through at any time.

At this moment, all of a sudden, endless sword energy swam in the turbid sea area, like a white rainbow, each of which was condensed and glowing, piercing the sky.

The sword energy leaped out and found the endless crescent with great precision.

"Crack~"

With the impact of the sword energy, the crescent moon painting scene that was still invincible just now shattered like a mirror, made a cracking sound, and then returned to nothingness.

"This is impossible!!"

Seeing this scene, Qing Liao was taken aback for a moment, then his face changed color.

next moment.

The turbid sea area suddenly opened to both sides, and then a huge elephant head poked out, and the huge body was still behind.

As soon as he appeared, there was a coercion blowing towards his face, which was endless.

And on the back of this gigantic beast, a figure stood gracefully, wearing a high crown and a dignified posture.

"It's you!"

Fang Tian painted a halberd in front of him, and there was a kind of alertness and eagerness in Qing Liao's eyes.

Yuxu's disciple, Fu Ji, is the only son of Yuxu's head now. In terms of status, he is much higher than him. Although it is only the first time we meet, this person brings him a heavy pressure, which is very uncomfortable.

"The realm of the primordial spirit."

The red light in Qing Liao's eyes faded, and the golden light was shining like red gold, staring at Fu Ji.

"Come."

Fu Ji downplayed it, paced on the back of the spirit elephant, looked at the golden threads wrapped around Qing Liao, and said with a smile: "Let me see the preparations of the Dragon Clan for so many years."

The words are not loud, plain and indifferent, very calm and calm.

But to Qing Liao's ears, it was extremely piercing, his face turned red all of a sudden, this is not calm, he clearly looked down on himself, did not take himself seriously.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

Especially the last sentence made his heart skip a beat, but his final rationality still made him suppress the strong killing intent in his heart.

No matter how Yuxu knew it, it is too late now, especially now that he is in an invincible posture, and now he heard such words, he waved Fang Tian's painted halberd, pointed at Fu Ji, and said: "The rumor Yuxu's disciples are all extremely arrogant, today let's see how I will chop you under the halberd."

Fu Ji looked calm, neither happy nor angry, but said indifferently: "You shoot first."

Qing Liao didn't answer, his face was indifferent, he directly swung the Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand, and slashed down hard from top to bottom.

The ferocious murderous aura spanned thousands of feet, spawning countless crescent moons, and behind the crescent moons, there were dots of golden light shining with brilliance.

The golden light is leaping, containing immeasurable power, and any power seems to be insignificant in front of it.

Fu Jifa opened his eyes, and immediately saw that at the moment Qing Liao shot, in the dark, an invisible force from the East China Sea was directly delivered to him, blessing him.

It is precisely because of this that Qing Liao's move is so powerful.

Otherwise, with his own state, how could he perform a move that would shock even a monk in the state of perfection of the primordial spirit.

"This power..."

Fu Ji looked at the vision without moving, but the brilliance in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Not good."

Hao Mao, who was sitting in the back, had been staring at Fu Ji since Fu Ji appeared, and now seeing this scene, his pupils shrank.

"Sure enough!"

Yan Yuanjiang's complexion immediately turned livid when he sensed the power of the person.

On the other side, Qing Liao also saw Fu Ji's plan, but he didn't panic at all, and roared, attracting power continuously.

Immediately, the turbid sea area was completely cleared, and in an instant, the entire sea area was broken like a mirror, and all the scenes disappeared, replaced by a square painted halberd that covered the sky and the sun.

The endless murderous intent came out through the body, unstoppable.

If you look carefully, in the killing intent, there are mountains and rivers collapsing, all things withering, and all kinds of phenomena are evolving.

With just a wave, the mighty power descends, shaking the universe and turning Yin and Yang upside down, which is hard to measure.

At first glance, it looks like the entire East China Sea is tilted down, covering everything.

"Let's see if you dare to resist."

Qing Liao gritted his teeth, let out a dragon's roar, and his face was ferocious.

It can be said that Fu Ji's words and actions just now thoroughly angered him, causing him to ignite in an instant and burst out with all his strength.

His own strength, coupled with the reckless and mighty power of the receiving and guiding, gathered together, rolling in, mighty and mighty, resulting in the situation in front of him.

This mighty power is terrifying, and at the same time, the lethality of this move is simply indescribable in words.

Even Yan Yuanjiang, who was watching, was a little surprised when he saw this scene.

"This Qing Liao is a genius."

Yan Yuanjiang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sparkling, and he murmured: "Let go of your anger, unscrupulously release it, and then use that power, this is an unstoppable killing move."

Even the anger of ordinary people has power, let alone monks, it must not be underestimated.

It's just that anger is on the rise, but it is easy to make the Lingtai dirty, which is not a good thing, but Qing Liao can control his anger and turn it into real power, which is also a very good means.

It's just that this kind of genius is on the enemy's side, so it is natural to kill him. Thinking of this, Yan Yuanjiang looked at the field with his eyes and began to think.

But in the field, it was too late to say, but it was fast, the huge Fang Tian painted halberd was full of murderous intent, icy and cold, it had already reached the top of Fu Ji's head, shining a frosty white between his brows.

Even at this time, Fu Ji did not dodge at all. A deep stream of water rose into the sky above his head and turned into a Milky Way, stretching across his body. It seemed to contain everything, but it seemed to contain nothing. , to the extreme.

"Boom!!"

Fang Tian's painted halberd smashed into the Milky Way with the momentum of a thunderbolt, immediately stirring up layers of ripples. Wherever it went, everything was annihilated and disappeared.

"Certainly!"

Fu Ji's expression was calm, and he uttered the truth. Suddenly, in the Milky Way, a giant palm suddenly appeared, carrying everything in a lifting state, and swallowing with yin and yang.

Fang Tian's painted halberd did not lose momentum, and then fell further, and then the power was scattered, which is hard to describe.

At this moment, Fu Ji sensed two forces, one of which should be the supernatural power of Qing Liao, and the other is unfathomable and suppresses the universe.

Heavy, very heavy, unbelievably heavy.

It's just that as soon as he came into contact with the essence of this power, Fu Ji felt as if a mountain peak was pressing on his heart, heavy and he couldn't breathe.

"It is the essential power of the East China Sea."

Reluctantly raising his spirits, Fu Ji carefully sensed this will, and the thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness were constantly arranged and combined, analyzed, digested, and integrated with what he had learned.

next moment.

An indescribable but real force circulates in the sea of ​​consciousness, endlessly, seemingly mysterious and unparalleled.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Fu Ji nodded. Although the meaning of this way is different from the Yuxu Kung Fu he cultivated, it is equally mysterious, and he did not take the risk to obtain it in vain.

"Boom!!"

There was a soundless thunder sound, and a steady stream of power repeated itself, overlapping.

"It's really hard to resist."

Qing Liao sneered coldly, and there was a little ferocity on his face. His ultimate move was not only this one blow, there were three waves in total, and each wave was more violent than the last.

He could see clearly that although Fu Ji blocked the first wave with supernatural powers, it was already very reluctant, and his next more violent second and third waves would definitely defeat him.

"Humph!"

Qing Liao felt complacent, thinking of the fame he would gain after defeating Yuxu's disciple.

"rise."

Through the blow just now, Fu Ji already had a certain understanding of this mighty force, and of course he would not resist it 'stupidly'.

A cloud of air rushed out above the head, slowly upward, like a canopy.

Then, the canopy condensed the smoke, and the five qi swirled, holding up a gourd vine, and the dense vine leaves grew wildly, covering the sky and the sun, endlessly.

Put your head together and inject mana into the gourd vine. Under the vine leaves, a delicate gourd grows crazily. There is a surging sound of water coming from it, mighty and gurgling, and an unprecedented power is born. No law can invade, nothing can be broken.

"Crackling~"

The next two waves of offensive bombarded the vine leaves in turn, immediately stirring up wind, rain and thunder.

But the vines and leaves fluttered, layered upon layer, and spread out, immediately turning these two irresistible forces into two, two into four, four into eight... In the end, they were turned into thousands by the endless vine leaves. Ten thousand weak forces then poured into the newly grown gourd.

Seeing this, Fu Ji smiled lightly, shook his clothes, and stood up gracefully, indescribably calm and elegant, like a stroll in a courtyard, he stepped up through the air, raised his hand, took it off, and shook it , an endless vitality rose like a haze, surrounded by layers, and entered the gate of heaven.

This unfathomable vitality directly turned into mana, like spring water nourishing the dry land. The mana consumed by Fu Ji just now was instantly recharged, his face was glowing with jade, and his spirit was high.

"This!!"

Hao Mao watched this scene dumbfounded.

It was beyond expectation to be able to resist Qing Liao's triple attack, and now he can still operate like this, even replenishing mana exactly, even a little overflowing.

What kind of supernatural power is this? Is there any natural law? This is not reasonable at all.

"Ha ha!"

Yan Yuanjiang laughed loudly and said, "Well done."

"how come?"

If Yan Yuanjiang and Hao Mao who were on the sidelines were only shocked and pleasantly surprised, then Qing Liao in the field was frightened, even frightened.

No one knows the power of his move better than him. It can be said that this is not a power that the realm of primordial spirit can resist.

But now, there are some people who can resist unscathed, and even turn the offensive into a source of mana replenishment.

This is completely unreasonable. Could it be that I have hallucinations?

At this moment, Qing Liao had some doubts about Long Sheng.

Today, with the assistance of Donghai Weili, he rushed through the heavenly court, unstoppable, and had already begun to accumulate invincible will, and when he was ready to brew, he broke through the bottleneck and was promoted to a new level.

But now, the unshakable power shown by Fu Ji's operation made Qing Liao feel a very deep sense of frustration.

And this kind of frustration caused his accumulated invincible will to shatter like a bubble. The bottleneck that was about to move was immediately closed, and an indestructible gold and iron gate was added, which was tightly locked and unbreakable.

Standing in the field, Qing Liao's body was disillusioned, as if the wind was blowing the candlelight, and there was a feeling of flickering.

This is an external manifestation that the monk's own mind has problems and his realm has begun to become unstable.

If it is not serious, it can be rectified slowly in the future, otherwise, it will stay in the current state for the rest of its life, or even fall into the state.

Well, it is a very serious monk's disease.

Fu Ji stepped forward, glanced at Qing Liao, and the sound of the sword behind him shook.

"Clang clang!!!"

Immediately, an unstoppable force spread out, like a river of heaven, in which there was a deadly sinking, annihilating sword intent, as if to turn time and space into dust.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, now that Qing Liao has a monk's illness, it is natural that he will do his best.

(End of this chapter)