100,000 Years of Body Refining

"When people die, they are completely quiet."

The spirit you who took the lead screamed and dared to go to the Zixiao Shenzong and **** the Zhenzong Divine Sword, and his sins could not be forgiven.

He stepped onto the ladder, smashed into the air with a punch, fisted violently, and with the momentum of destroying the decay, seemed to be able to destroy everything.

However, at the moment he shot, layers of ladders from top to bottom, Meng burst into beams of light, like swords and blades, revealing extremely sharp meaning.

The violent fist imprints were instantly annihilated, causing the person's expression to change suddenly.

He wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

I saw the ladder below his feet, also bursting with bright beams, directly penetrating through, soaring all the way up, breaking through the clouds.

That person just uttered a scream, and was completely destroyed by the light beam and turned into nothingness.

Seeing this, everyone in the back trembled violently.

"Shoot together!"

I don't know who shouted in a low voice, dozens of Lingyou dared not hide their secrets, and they all broke out of their geniuses and madly killed Qin Feng.

That terrifying power made Ye Qingyu on Dexian Palace couldn't help but tremble, dozens of Lingyou teamed up, fearing that the Qingye Imperial City not far away could be destroyed in an instant.

Master, should I be able to stop it?

Qin Feng's expression remained the same, he wandered down with his hands on his back, with a leisurely expression, as if he had never put these spirits in his eyes.

Along with his steps, the endless ladders bloomed, and the light beams filled the sky like sword rain, covering the sky and the earth.

"Puff puff!"

The killings released by Lingyou seem to have the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, but in the face of the light beams like sword rain, they are as ruthless and vulnerable.

The lingering power of the light beams in the sky continued to cover down, and the power of destruction contained in it shocked dozens of ghosts, and under fear, they all retreated decisively.

However, the endless mist surging behind them, directly cut off their back, making them extremely frightened.

"Puff puff…"

The light beams roared through the mist, passing through each other, and the blood instantly stained the space, and the more than twenty ghostly bodies burst one after another, turning into flesh and blood.

A moment ago, he was still alive and powerful, and he ran out of ink in an instant.

Qin Feng strolled down, and his expression was so calm from beginning to end, without a trace. Now that he took the Zixiao Divine Sword, these troubles were inevitable.

If trouble doesn't ask him, he doesn't ask for trouble.

But if you find the door, turn your hands and destroy it.

After solving these troubles, Qin Feng returned to the fairy palace.

At this moment, Ye Qingyu stared at Qin Feng blankly.

More than 20 ghosts, just like this, all have been solved?

Once upon a time, a strong man in the ghost realm was in her heart, like a heavenly man, flying in the air, omnipotent, like a high god.

But since the apprenticeship, the Lingyou powerhouse was cast off the altar.

Especially at this moment, the position of the powerful Lingyou in her heart has plummeted, and it is no longer the same. It is not a deity, not a god, but a realm of cultivation. When encountering a strong, it is just as fragile as an ant.

"Master, what realm are you on earth?" Ye Qingyu looked at Qin Feng's indifferent face and couldn't help asking. She had always been curious about Master's realm.

She is already transforming spirits, and can feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, as well as the fluctuations of the martial artist's spiritual power, but she can't feel it in Qin Feng.

"I am a martial artist." Qin Feng said truthfully.

How could Ye Qingyu believe it.

Can a martial artist sweep the Xuanwu Academy?

The martial artist can let her have nine veins in one day and transform into the spirit in three days?

Can a warrior crush dozens of ghosts?

Samurai...can do this?

"If you have to be detailed, then I should be a warrior with a weight of 98,400." Qin Feng thought for a while and added another sentence.

Ye Qingyu was stunned.

How does she feel that Master is a little unreliable.

No matter, the master does not want to say, she should want to encourage her to practice, as long as she keeps growing and narrowing the distance with the master, sooner or later, she will be able to sense the spiritual realm of the master.

"Master, who are those ghosts?" As soon as the conversation turned, Ye Qingyu asked again. The dozens of ghosts are definitely not the realm of the Hundred Kingdoms.

Those people should come from outside the borders of a hundred countries.

"A member of the Zixiao Divine Sect." Qin Feng didn't hide it.

"Oh."

Ye Qingyu answered casually, and then, as if his tail was pinched by someone, he said sharply: "Zi, a member of the Zixiao Sect?"

"Yeah." Qin Feng nodded gently.

Ye Qingyu looked at Qin Feng blankly.

Zixiao Shenzong is the overlord of China, will it come to the territory of a hundred countries?

Master dare to kill it?

Isn't it a joke?

When Ye Qingyu recovered, Qin Feng was no longer here, she shook her head and smiled, unable to believe what Qin Feng said.

What a warrior is ninety-eight thousand four hundred weight.

What a person from the Zixiao Sect.

It's impossible to be okay.

…

Zixiao Shenzong, in a secret room.

There is a majestic middle-aged man sitting here cross-legged, and there are more than ten quick soul monuments floating around him.

Once the warrior breaks the realm and spirit, his whole person will be transformed, and he will be able to condense a ray of soul power and imprint it into a soul monument to identify life and death.

Generally speaking, the core figures of the sect will leave a soul monument at the sect in order to know their life and death.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this moment, more than ten quick soul monuments in suspension were shattered one after another, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, and a series of brilliant lights burst out from the deep eyes.

The soul monument is broken and annihilated in flying ash.

More than ten ghosts, all ink! ?

"Being able to sneak into the Zixiao Divine Sect and take the opportunity to **** the Zixiao Divine Sword, I really have some ability." The middle-aged man whispered in a deep voice.

These soul monuments are those of those who went to the borders of a hundred countries to **** the Purple Cloud Divine Sword.

Normally, those low-level Lingyou soul monuments are not qualified to be so valued by him, but they are related to the Zixiao Divine Sword, so naturally they need to be closely watched.

At this moment, the soul monument is completely broken, which means that the whole army is annihilated.

He opened his lips slightly, and an invisible sound wave penetrated the secret room and went in a certain direction.

Soon, a figure came here.

He looked less than thirty, and he was dressed in white, giving people a sense of cleanliness, especially in those eyes, the sharpness flickered from time to time, and it was heart-shaking to look at.

"Master." He came to the secret room and saluted the middle-aged man.

"Jun Ye, how is your practice?" the middle-aged man asked.

The man named Jun Ye shook his head gently, as if he had fallen into a certain bottleneck, which was difficult to break.

The middle-aged man knew it, and said: "If you want to break the spiritual barrier, blindly practicing hard in retreat is the best choice. Since the retreat is difficult to break, let's go for a walk."

"Master mean?" Jun Ye asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Go to the edge of Shenzhou, bring back the Zixiao Divine Sword, experience your state of mind by the way, and break the ghost barrier." The middle-aged man said.

The Lingyou dispatched earlier searched all the way, and news came back from time to time. Of course he knew the current location of the Zixiao Divine Sword.

"it is good."

Jun Ye Xingli retired.

At the same time, in the other direction of Shenzong, someone also made a new arrangement. The Purple Cloud Divine Sword was related to the position of the Sect Master. They all had ideas, how could they give up easily.

For these, Qin Feng didn't know, even if he could guess, he wouldn't care about it.

Sitting in the stone room behind the temple, he continued to talk to Chu Yuner about his thoughts.

"Yooner, how should I practice?" Qin Feng looked melancholy.

Although he is only a martial artist, he has a body refining of 98,400 weights. It is extremely difficult to cultivate to this level and want to go further.

In particular, the resources in this area of ​​heaven and earth are becoming thinner and thinner, and it is no longer possible to use the power of heaven and earth to continue refining the body.

I also want to move forward, so I can only rely on other external forces.

For example, the elixir.

Although the elixir had no effect on breaking the barriers of warriors, it was like dust and chaff, but it allowed him to keep refining his body. In the beginning, one elixir was enough to make him refining dozens of times.

Relying on the elixir brought back by five immortal disciples, he refined his body more than 20,000 times.

However, as the martial arts realm continued to improve, the effect of the elixir on him became thinner and thinner. In the end, only three or five elixir could complete a body refining.

In the last 30,000 years, five immortal disciples have never returned.

There is no elixir on him.

This road was also blocked.

He still wanted to break through, and had to think of a way, but so far, he had not found an effective way, even the most precious and top-notch pill in the world had no effect on him.

Therefore, his practice has completely stagnated, and has been stagnated for thousands of years in the 98,400 weight of the martial artist.

Qin Feng was obsessed with breaking the boundary.

He wanted to see what would happen after endless body training.

He guessed that 100,000 body exercises might be a turning point.

However, just as he approached the 100,000-weight martial artist, the immortal disciple did not return, and Qingxuan had nothing to let him break through...

His practice is completely in trouble.

The only hope now is that someone can break the strength of the Azure Profound Realm and seek elixir from the upper realm.

"I don't have anything now, just a lot of time, even if the world changes and the resources are scarce, I don't believe that I can no longer train immortal disciples." Qin Feng whispered.

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