Leisurely cultivating life

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"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.