"Where are you looking at? I'm here?" At some point, the monk in white appeared behind Mo Cangsheng, as if he was standing behind him as if he was a shadow.

Mo Cangsheng hurriedly turned his head and saw a handsome face and a three-character cuff at the last moment of his life. He then realized that his gaze was getting closer and closer to the ground. It turned out that his head had been cut off by the other party, and the three-foot sword in the hand of the monk in white still had bright red blood.

Mo Cangsheng seemed arrogant, but in fact he was cautious and cautious in his actions. Otherwise, he would not have become a core disciple of the Diancang Sect and won the third genius battle with Murong Sheng and the two masters of the Ghost Shadow Sword. Unfortunately, the two of them had a huge difference in strength. They were first shocked by the other party's aura, and then lost their minds, and were killed so easily by the other party.

Mo Cangsheng was also dead. The nine overlords of Mizhou, the three most outstanding monks in the genius and the most outstanding monks were called the most likely monks to enter the Mahayana stage by Mizhou cultivators. They died in the secret place one after another. Not only that, in addition to Qin Yun, the three people following the Ghost Shadow Sword and Mo Cangsheng walked into the underworld one after another. Now Qin Yun was the only one left in the seven people entering the secret place. At this moment, Han Qing, who was guarding the Moonlight Forest, also came to the outside of the cave where Qin Yun was.

Boom, Han Qing did not hesitate at all, and just turned his hand and gravels flew, and half of the cave where Qin Yun was located collapsed.

"Are you dead?" He then threw this idea away. Han Qing frowned. Logically speaking, a small hill could not hurt the monk at all, but why there was no movement at all, he could not judge in his heart.

"No matter who you are, I will settle the spiritual medicine in your hand. If you know the appearance, you will hand over the spiritual medicine quickly. I will make you die more happy, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what do you want me to live or die, or to drain my soul and refine me for a hundred years?" A hand suddenly stretched out from the bottom of the pile of rocks, as if it was a corpse, and Qin Yun's cold voice followed.

"It's true that I'm not dead."

Climbing out of the pile of rocks, Qin Yun's originally twigs apart with dust and a messy ball, like a bird's nest. His handsome face was no longer there. He changed to a dirty face. His clothes and robe were not damaged, but they became wrinkled. He put them on the street and looked like a beggar.

"How could a monk be killed by a very fast stone? You are not a man who has been in a devil in practice, so why is your brain not easy to use?"

Han Qing was not angry by Qin Yun's words, but calmly used his spiritual sense to explore Qin Yun's cultivator, the middle stage of the Valley God. After seeing Qin Yun's cultivator clearly, he not only did not feel relieved, but his expression became more and more serious. He really couldn't understand why a cultivator in the Valley God could exude a breath that made him, a cultivator in the Xuanpin stage, fear after he had unsealed his seal.

"Your aura is very strong, and it is the strongest one I have ever seen when I enter the Secret Land."

Qin Yun showed a smile on his lips. Indeed, after he took the peerless spiritual rush, the six auras in his dantian finally merged together under the guidance of a chaotic avenue to form a black vortex. The fusion of the six auras not only restored his cultivation, but also allowed him to break through again. He entered the late stage of the Valley God from the early stage of the Valley God, and in just over a year, he reached a small step. If you say this speed, it would probably shock countless monks to lose their eyes. I am afraid that only a few genius disciples from the Holy Land had this speed.

Qin Yun was not complacent, and only he knew the hardships. What's more, the genius disciples from several holy lands in Bazhou have not yet been born and experienced. I think that disciples like Ye Wuya, who are called geniuses, can only become middle-class and superior among the major holy lands. He wants to cultivate the great way and step on the world. The genius from these holy lands are the biggest enemies.

"Fellow Daoist, you are polite. Qin's aura is unique because he has taken a different path from everyone."

"The great way of cultivating immortals is different, but aura like you is extremely rare. As far as I know, the difference you are talking about should be more different from the differences between everyone."

"Fellow Taoist is joking, but why did the fellow Taoist come here? The spiritual medicine has been used to heal wounds, so it is probably difficult to make it to fellow Taoist again."

Han Qing waved his hand, "It's not a problem. I just took the spiritual medicine just now and there were strange phenomena in the world. I'm afraid this spiritual medicine has exceeded my imagination. It's not an exaggeration to say it is a fairy medicine. Even if you are a grain god monk, you cannot completely digest it. The effect of the medicine is still in your body. As long as you practice it into a pill, it is not much different from the fairy medicine for me."

When Qin Yun heard this, a sense of anger arose in his heart. Five hundred years ago, there was also a man who wanted to refine him into a human pill, so that he could die in the ancient demon realm. This man, Yao Chenzi, the mentor who raised him since childhood.

"Refining human pills will hurt the heavens. Are you not afraid of retribution?" Qin Yun's smile became extremely cold, and the unpleasant memories made him angry.

"The way of heaven can reduce the excess and make up for the shortcomings. This means that the way of heaven is the master of killing. The path of cultivation is originally the way of killing. One general succeeds and thousands of bones are drying up. Killing you is exactly the same as the way of heaven." Han Qing did not have a look on his face, but Qin Yun could clearly feel the murderous aura overflowing from this person. If he guessed correctly, this person could have practiced the way of killing at that time.

"Is the way of heaven? Unfortunately, Qin learned it against heaven."

Han Qing finally showed a surprised expression on his face, "Are you Ni Xiu?"

"That's right, what I'm going to go against is the way of heaven." Seeing that the other party's mind finally showed a flaw, Qin Yun took action without hesitation. Countless drizzles fell from the sky, and each raindrop contained the way Qin Yun understood, which was equivalent to his full-strength attack in the middle stage of the Valley God. Thousand-silk rain, the magic that was realized by the Nai River, did not belong to the sky, did not belong to the earth, and was completely his own magic.

"What kind of magic is this?" Han Qing was in the rain of thousands of silks and felt the power of this technique the deepest. He clearly felt that the raindrops in the sky were born out of thin air, as if endless and would never dry up. Each raindrop contained the power that even a cultivator who had a cultivation level in the late stage of the Feng Yufeng did not dare to be careless.

With a loud roar, Han Qing did not hesitate to draw out a diamond-shaped shield. The shield was flashing with strange light, which was a rare treasure at first glance, but Qin Yun could not judge the grade of the shield.

A series of raindrops burst on the diamond shield, shaking the shield, which made Han Qing even more shocked that a crack appeared on the shield.

"What kind of spell is this? How can it have the power comparable to that of a late-stage monk in the Wind-Ying Cultivator? Even my ice shield is hard to resist?"

"This technique is called Qiansiyu."
Chapter completed!