Legend of the Great Saint

Ruyi County, Grand General's Palace.

Han Qiongzhi was a little worried. After the guy left, he didn't write back to her immediately. Don't know what he was thinking?

“Cousin, are you thinking about your man again?” A 14-year-old Linglong girl combed a maid and stood on a big oak tree covered in cloud cover, laughing hip-hop.

“May, get down here!” Han Qiongzhi frowned.

“Cousin, people are changing their minds, maybe he has moved away from love.” Han Meimei leaped down and jumped onto Han Jongzhi's back, snapping her neck and getting angry in the autumn.

“Don't be ridiculous, his man is always a bit mysterious, maybe something happened! ”

“Miss Jong-chi, a letter has arrived. ”

An administrator personally sent a letter. Han Zhongzhi's heart was delighted. He suddenly realized that Han Mei Mei weighed as much as a kilogram. He was making difficult strides and relaxing furiously. Han Mei flew over to take the letter and hipped and laughed: "Come after me! ”

“Give it back!” Han Qiongzhi was in a hurry, pushing hard, but he was emptied. Han Mei Mei's body was spinning and she flew lightly onto the eaves: “I can't catch it. ”

The repair of Han Meimei is also the ten layers of gas refining. The repair is so deep, the reaction is still on Han Jongzhi, like a spiritual monkey, shuttle and dodge between the gardens, while opening the envelope.

“What, just two words, and it's so ugly. ”

Han Qiong Zhi's heart sinked and shouted: “Give it to me, or I'll tell Uncle! ”

“Geez, I'm really mad! If you can't chase him, tell my father. Shame on him!” Han Meimei crossed the roof and ran without a trace. The paper drifted and fell into the hands of Han Jong-chi.

It does say only two words, twist and twist the ink -- wait for me.

“What the hell is this?” Han Qiongzhi whispered, but his eyes filled with laughter, sticking the letter to his chest.

“Come and see, my cousin is thinking about men!” Han Meimei came out of nowhere, holding a copper gong in his hand, banging and banging and screaming.

Han Qiongzhi sighed, because the cultivation was close, they were arranged to practice together, so that the cultivation of peace of mind is not possible!

But I'm not gonna wait for you. You think I'm a woman and deserve to wait for you? You're the one who waited for me. When I succeeded in building the foundation, I went back to Qing River Mansion.

It's dangerous, but there are her relatives, her lovers.

Li Qingshan did not go to close again, but came outside Hundred Sutras, on the shores of Lake Dragonsnake, in a secluded and deserted reed bush.

Looking at the vast Great Lake of Dragonsnakes, you can hear the waves and waves. Even if you can't reach the sea, you can feel the ocean's boundless.

He had already read that part of "The Sea Without Quantity" many times before, got the next method, no longer doubted his heart, and immediately began to practice.

A hint of true water is transformed into an infinite amount of true air, although it is also aqueous, but it needs to surge a lot more than once, like the difference between mountain streams and ocean waves.

The practice of "The Sea Without Quantity" requires a lot of water attribute talent, but for Li Qingshan, there is no difficulty. After building a triple turtle, he seems to have the blood of a turtle. The talent of water attributes far exceeded the standards on A when testing five rows, making him the best candidate to practise "The Sea Without Quantity".

Ten days later, Li Qingshan transformed the last hint of true water into infinite real gas. As its name suggests, it really felt infinite, and finally peeked at the door of the foundation.

There was no shackles in his heart, and his true breath was full. Finally, he took out ten true spiritual dans and lined them up with words in front of him.

“Baichuan back to sea!” Li Qingshan drank in his heart.

The eight veins of the Qi Dynasty, the twelve serious, like a river, where there is a real qi at all times, suddenly began to flow backwards into the air sea of Dantian, in the air sea of Dantian, caused a wave of shock, there is a feeling of uncontrollable.

The innumerable Qi practiced by the Sea of Innumerable Power is extremely strong, but at this time, it is the biggest test of practitioners. If the turbulence of Qi cannot be controlled, Qi will break through the Dantian and destroy practitioners.

“Turtle Town Sea! ”

The spiritual turtle demon Dan, the divine light amplifies, instantly the fierce Dan Tian Qi Hai, the repression of the millions of miles waveless.

Later, Li Qingshan began to take the first true Lingdan. As soon as the real Lingdan entered the belly, it melted into a strange and spiritual atmosphere.

It looks like a drop of divine water, falling into the air sea, but suddenly it soaked away, causing an astonishing change, and the true qi became thick and solidified.

If Hana praised Han Iron Clothes and so on, the practitioner who spent a long time on the 10th floor of gas refining, having this true Lingdan would suffice. But Li Qingshan's practice time is still too short, accumulation and background is not enough, and the infinite amount of real qi is too strong. The effect of True Lindane began to dilute as soon as it unfolded.

Once in the heart of Li Qingshan, he immediately took the second true Lingdan and ensured that the effect was continuous. Since the normal method was useless, he used the most brutal method to break through this difficult situation.

So, nine true spirits in a row.

In the Dantian Qi Sea, there is no real Qi flow anymore, because all real Qi, like water is frozen into ice, the Qi Sea becomes an ice sea.

The corner of Li Qingshan's mouth was slightly hooked. The time had come to put away the last true Lingdan.

Above the ice sea, a crack broke, a purer yet more soulful scent swept up. Ignoring the presence of the meridian pulse, it went straight into Li Qingshan's mind.

At that moment, the heavens were clear and the hearts were bright.

Li Qingshan understands that he has finally opened the sea of knowledge, or called the Purple House, Lingtian. From now on, he can use his mind to perceive and manipulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in a human way. However, this feeling is not strange to Li Qingshan.

Normally, at this point, there will be a holocaust.

A torrential wind swept down the depressed reed bushes, and the water was pounding and turbulent.

Li Qingshan looked around, but if not, there was no second heavenly robbery. Though men and demons have been deceived, they cannot hide the heavens. The number of robberies in the heavens will neither be more nor less, and they will not be treated equally. Li Qingshan will not descend as he has already received it.

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Hundred houses of scripture, since the shemale war, there have been routine homeowners' meetings, the presiding officer is no longer Changqing Liu, but has also been repaired to Wei Yangsheng, the foundational realm. Changqing Liu did not die in battle, but concentrated on his work.

The homeowners changed many new faces, and for three years, many of the original chief disciples crossed the most important step of their lives to reach the foundations. The foundation world has not been easy to cultivate, but it can be the chief disciple, all talented and talented, as long as there is not too much mental stranglehold, and willing to spend enough time, can always get by.

The legal family and the Han family owners became flower praises and Han Iron Clothes, and Wang Park Shin and Han An Army focused on things in the Eagle Wolf Guard Neutral Army.

“Master Liu, I heard that Qingshan has left the city. Why didn't he come with you?” Before proceeding, Wei Yongsheng frowned. At the homeowners' meeting, the chief disciple will also be present. After Wei Zhongsheng was born, he sat in Chutian.

“Qingshan said he was going to break through the foundations...” Liu Chuanfeng's voice had not gone down, Chu Tian mocked: “You can't hide again! ”

The chief disciple did not have the power to speak without permission, but Chu Tian also reached the top of the Qi refining level 10, and in the past three years, with the power of the five-line stamp, quite a few famous names have been broken into, many monsters have been slaughtered, even if encountering ordinary demon generals, they will be able to retreat, in the future must be a powerful architectural monk, and he knows that he is too narrow, let alone willing to offend him.

And Chu Tian's words also conform to the minds of many people. Who do not know, in this era, the gas refiner has become unsafe, but who did not come from this environment, why can you rest in peace and practise, while others have to fight hard.

“Three years, breaking through the tenth floor of the ninth floor. Is this a getaway?” Liu Chuanfeng blushed and argued.

“Chutian, shut up.” Wei Yangsheng stopped drinking Chutian, but asked again: "Master Liu, Qingshan, he has just finished refining the Qi 10 floors! How long will it take to prepare for the foundation again? Whether you can persuade him or not, the practice doesn't have to be closed down. Now the hundred scriptures are just short of people, he is not very influential, ordinary disciples have opinions. ”

“A good pair escaped Yuanyang.” In the corner is a rich, middle-aged man in a silk coat with a strange way of yin and yang. Not only do ordinary disciples have opinions, but miscellaneous family owners have the same opinions. The miscellaneous family, like novelists, belong to the last class, do not compete to kill. In the war, there were not many disciples, and many losses.

And he placed high hopes on the chief disciple, who died last year in the hands of demons, in parallel with a group of previous descendants, it was very painful in his heart. If he heard Li Qingshan and his disciples were shut down, how could he die?

Han Qiongzhi left, Li Qingshan closed, in the hundred sutras, there is such a disdain as "Running for Life Faithful”.

“Please don't insult your family.” The Korean iron coat sword frowned and chilled.

“Hundreds of disciples are so popular, Master Han can kill them all!” Repriminations are hard to quench, but the voice is much softer.

“Qingshan has his own plan. If there is one more foundational monk in the Hundred Sutras, it will be far better than a 10-story gas refiner. Let's continue to discuss the strategy!” Flowers praise and persuade.

“I don't think so. Let's count. Who killed more demons?” Chu Tian listened very badly.

Other chief disciples, also dissatisfied in their hearts, joined hundreds of households, all longer than Li Qingshan, so why can he be treated differently?

The flower praised the desire to speak, and suddenly realized that a huge breath had come from afar, the founding brothers.

Quiet in the room. Who's the original owner? But this breath is not like any of them.

That was fast!

At the thought room, the breath fell from the sky, the door burst open, Li Qingshan walked into it, glanced around, came to the corner, and sat behind Liu Chuanfeng. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)