Vol 2 Chapter 616: 33 destroy soul, 77 destroy soul

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The teahouse in the busy city brings a sense of peace in the bustle.
Xuanji looked at the long-lost sunlight outside the door, and there was a ripple in her eyes. There are thousands of things in the cave, but there is no freedom after all.
She looked at An Qisheng, who was quietly sitting and drinking tea, with a complicated expression: "Brother Dao's entry is really unexpected."
In the first two years of being suppressed in the cave, An Qisheng would go to the cave from time to time to give instructions to a few people to practice. Her senses were very keen.
I can clearly perceive that this Taoist Yuanyang is ten times, a hundred times more dangerous than a year ago.
If it is said that it is already unfathomable, the perception at this time is as straight as a mortal looking into the sky, empty and empty, and it seems that I have seen everything, and it seems that I can't see anything.
"It's not as big as I thought."
An Qisheng took a sip of tea, which was slightly bitter.
In the eyes of Xuanji, and even to the many people watching him in Dongzhou, his progress was shocking, but for him, it was not the case.
The practice of crossing several realms plus the time of dreaming, his practice time is ten times as long as Xuanji, which is longer than fourteen.
Today's income, but only steady and steady.
"Brother Dao knows, your understatement like this can shame the ancient and modern Qianwan Wanxiong."
Xuanji sighed lightly.
After several years of suppression, she extinguished her thoughts of being an enemy of An Qisheng.
Such an astonishing advancement, the land of Dongzhou, has not been comparable to many people throughout the ages, and those existences are all legends and myths that she can never achieve.
"Dongzhou has thirty ancient and modern emperors and emperors. The princes do not know how many. There are nine states, four seas, endless deserts, and dragons and phoenixes. Who can tell?"
An Qisheng put down his teacup and glanced lightly at Fa Wuxian, who was slowly walking on the long street:
"You said, is this the idea of ​​Miingqingdao, or your idea of ​​the Holy Land of Mingyue?"
The ten major sects of East Continent and the three sacred places have intricate relationships with each other.
Behind Mieqingdao is the Holy Land of Mingyue.
This is not a secret.
And with his eyesight, the intent of the unforgiveness of the law could not be concealed from him, and even the moment it was intended, he was already aware of it.
It's just because there are too many people staring at him in this world, and there are too many malicious people who are too lazy to check them one by one.
But when he came to him, even with Lingbao suppressing his own luck, he couldn't hide it from him.
The unforgiveness of the Fa at this time is equivalent to a ‘urn’.
The ‘urn’ that eliminates the urn by the Sanqi method!
"The moon hangs high in the sky, and there is nothing in the world. Even if Mingyue has descendants competing with others, no matter whether it wins or loses, it has nothing to do with the sect..."
Xuan Ji shook her head, vetoing the possibility of Mingyue Holy Land's move, and looked at the approaching Fa Wuxia with a trace of regret:
"This is not forgiving, but there is some courage."
The two confrontations between Tianjiao City and Bai Yujing almost established An Qisheng's position as the number one person in Dongzhou today.
Those who dared to find the door at this moment naturally had great courage.
Those who came with malicious intent were almost the ‘dead men’ who put life and death out of the question.
But Mieqingdao has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, and naturally it has loyal disciples, but it is not surprising.
The two ends of the long street are only three or four miles apart, and Fa Wushe walks step by step, but only feels like he has walked a long life. The moment he walked into the teahouse, his whole body was already sweating.
But when stepping into the teahouse, there is an inexplicable and peaceful atmosphere permeating, and the invisible center is quiet.
"Huh~"
Fa Wu She slowly exhaled a turbid breath in her abdomen, and bowed slightly: "Fa Wu She, I have seen Senior Yuanyang."
Hum~
The void seems to spread with ripples.
There are still customers in the teahouse, and people outside the door are endless, but everyone seems to have not seen the law without mercy, or they have ignored the three.
"Dongzhou often said that Zhuwangtai was the first king's Lingbao, but in fact it is dangerous. The Sanqi method is the first to be crowned."
An Qisheng glanced at Fa Wuxian faintly.
Dongzhou has a lot of lings from the kings. He saw the Wanlong Boat, the "Blood Refining and the Dragon Banner," Ling Tianjian and other things that had been revived, and he had personally entered the Terrace of the Kings.
But none of these are as dangerous as the ‘three-seven method to destroy the urn’.
He suppressed the people of the great sect, and knew how many cultivation methods were. Of course, there was also the secret method of ‘the three-seven method to destroy the urn’.
With Dharma, treasure is visible.
Naturally, he would not underestimate Qingdao.
"Senior is absurd."
A peaceful and peaceful aura filled my heart, and the fear of Fawu's heart was slowed down a lot, barely suppressing other distracting thoughts.
This is not because he is unbearable and afraid of death, but because this man is too terrifying.
Just looking at him, there is such a sense of emptiness that a mortal falls into the starry sky, and there is no effort in all directions.
Can not help but rise in panic.
If possible, he didn't want to be an enemy of this man at all.
"You come to die, what's the use?" Xuanji said, her voice was cold, with a trace of pity, Mie Qing Dao had a lot of contact with Mingyue Holy Land, and the two naturally knew each other.
She didn't understand why Mieqingdao insisted on doing this.
Regardless of the holy land or the sect, for thousands of years, but only a moment, can tolerate Emperor Tianding, logically speaking, it should be able to tolerate Yuanyang Taoist talents.
Unless there is a reason to do it.
"Xuanji Fairy is condensed into the cave, but congratulations."
Only then did Fa Wu-she see the Xuanji standing beside An Qisheng, who looked like a maid serving tea, was surprised and a little bit disappointed.
Xuanji is beautiful, talented and talented, and she was also the goddess in his mind for a while, but now, the goddess fell into the dust, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow in her heart.
"It's just a prisoner, what's to congratulate?"
Seeing that he didn't reply, Xuanji didn't want to persuade him anymore. She replied coldly and ignored it, but raised her hand to pour a cup of hot tea for An Qisheng.
Good words are hard to persuade the ghost.
She knew very well that even though this Taoist Yuanyang was not a bloodthirsty person, once he did it, he was so decisive.
Even if the three-seven law destroys the urn and is invincible, it cannot save the law without mercy.
"The ten major sects and the three holy places are too grand, and countless years of taking and taking things have made you not tolerate any disobedience."
An Qisheng picked up the tea cup and slowly chewed the taste of tea, his expression calm:
"It's just that they have forgotten that the predecessors of the Middle Ages, the holy masters, are all powerful and powerful, and they are not enough. Now, they are just empty and have a name, but they are not worthy..."
If a person follows his heart and takes control of life and death for thousands of years, he will naturally not allow anyone to disobey or even threaten his status.
Hum~
An Qisheng pushed the tea lid lightly, but automatically released a wisp of his own breath, and took the initiative to meet the eager ‘urn’ in Fa Wushe:
"Try it, if you can curse me!"
"Ok?!"
Fa Wu-she's heart was shaken, and he wanted to say something, but with one mouth, a black air that was as black as ink was already spit out.
His body shook, and countless black energy overflowed from the countless pores around his body.
In a blink of an eye, between the two of them, an incomparably evil picture was drawn, which was like a scroll and a talisman, with ghosts and gods whimpering on it, and endless grievances.
At the moment it appeared, there was a fierce and fierce slap in all directions.
"Sure enough to kill Yuanyang Taoist with Wang Baoshu?"
Xuanji raised her brows, and she knew exactly what this ‘urn’ represented.
The body of the Sanqi method to destroy the urn is the tyrannical soldier who has once cursed the king-level powerhouse. The curse is invisible and innocent, the most terrifying.
Because of this, that amazing and brilliant Patriarch of Mieqingdao was... nailed to the mountain wall in the air!
Can be so jealous of those people, one can imagine the power of these three seven methods to destroy the urn.
If he took the lead in sealing the king with this method, he would almost have the power to curse and kill all opponents in the world, this Taoist Yuanyang did not seal the king with Lingbao to suppress his own luck.
How to resist?
Buzzing~
The black mist swallowed a dangerous aura, and the void hummed and vibrated, but under An Qisheng's restraint, it only existed in the continual stretching void between the two.
Several guests across the table are still talking, seemingly unaware of what terrifying things are happening next to them.
"Ho ho~"
Fa Wuxia is already speechless.
Mie Qing Dao is based on the'Three Seven Method of Eliminating Urn'. Naturally, any true disciple can exist as a medium for cursing and killing the enemy.
But once it is used, the medium itself is of course impossible to live.
But he was staring at An Qisheng, his red eyes flashing with craziness, as if he wanted to see whether the first person in the world could escape the curse of the Sanqi Method!
Rumble!
At the moment An Qisheng's words were revealed, there was a loud roar in the gate of the Mieqing Road hundreds of thousands of miles away, like a thousand thunder dragons rolling away and roaring.
This sentence is not meant to be heard by Fa Wu She.
With his unforgivable accomplishments, no matter how he squatted and cursed in circles, he couldn't hurt a single hair.
"Successful? That person allowed Wu She to approach without the slightest precaution, wanting to try the law?!"
"Trying the law with your body? So arrogant, do you really think you are invincible in the world?! The Heavenly Ding Emperor has the curse of the king's platform and cannot kill it. Do you think you can escape it too?!"
"Senior brothers, since the Taoist Yuanyang said so, I might as well come out and worship him!"
"It should be so!"
The sound wave rolled away like thunder, naturally alarming the entire Path of Extinguishing Emotion, and there were almost no gaps, and a group of people had already stepped out of the mountains and rivers.
And the first person, the red sleeves fluttering, is actually the Taoist Master of Mieqing.
Roar~
He stepped into the air and let out a long scream.
boom!
The mountains and rivers shook, the earth cracked, and jet-black air pillars spewed out from the gaps in the huge array of mountains shrouded in the mountains.
Intertwined vertically and horizontally, it has also turned into a heavy black gilt book!
The principles of the law are intertwined and the patterns are ever-changing. I don't know how many mysteries are contained in it. It seems that it is just a glimpse, and the human soul must be taken for it!
Wang Bing, the Sanqi method eliminates the urn!
"Fengwang Lingbao? It's Fengwang Lingbao again! This breath, UU reading www.uukanshu.com turned out to be the Sanqi method to destroy the urn! Could it be that Yuanyang Taoist dare to hit the path of love?!"
"Impossible! The sages left the Prince's Lingbao, one for inheritance, and the other for protecting the road. Although they can't carry it to suppress the world, if someone hits the door, the king's magic weapon can recover as much as possible!"
"The world is really going to change. How long has it been since Wang Bao has been born one after another! This time, is it still related to Taoist Yuanyang?"
The moment the king's breath was in full swing, it naturally stirred up thousands of miles of wind and cloud, and many Lingbao were also revived by the stimulation.
It looks the same as the previous battle of Bai Yujing.
But how long is this?
For a time, Dongzhou was in an uproar, and countless people were shocked.
Large and small sects, and even among the three holy places, old monsters have recovered, their cold and desolate eyes pierced through the void, and they looked at the place of the Mieqingdao Mountain Gate.
To be precise, it is looking at the dark as ink, intertwined legal principles, and hidden evils.
Fear, greed, fear, indifference...
咻咻咻~
The Dao Master of Mieqing stood on the sky, and the silhouettes fell in one place. Although the aura was high and low, but the lowest, it was also the power of the sky.
Counting the Taoist Mieqing, it is exactly ten people!
Each of the ten people stood in a specific position, and the change of the ten fingers moved many tactics.
A round of black moon-like caves loomed behind each of them, carrying their respective Lingbao Sanqi Fa extinguishing urn, surrounding the book that surrounded the entire mountain gate.
"Three to three kill souls, seven to seven kill souls! Three to seven kill methods, seven three to kill Tao..."
There are words in ten people, and the speed is extremely fast, like a single moment, it can utter millions of syllables.
Just a few moments before and after, the tens of millions of syllables have already turned into a cold and unusually low voice:
Yuanyang Taoist!
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