Chapter 19 The Conspiracy of the Eight Waste Dragon

Ye Qianqiu patted his palm, and the spirit spewed out rapidly, like a black hole. In a few breaths, he sucked up the water in the nearby river, condensed into a water dragon in the void, and roared towards the one-horned green dragon.

The cloud moon saw it real, but I didn't think much about it. I thought it was just an ordinary condensation method, and other people's ideas were similar.

However, Ye Qianqiu's palm can't be so simple. The water dragon, like a real dragon, really made the roar of the dragon, which scared the one-horned green dragon to retreat quickly and dare not look directly at it directly.

For the real dragon, the dragon still seems very afraid, because the dragon has the dragon power that makes all beasts submit, and even if they don't take action, they will be invincible.

The water dragon condensed by Ye Qianqiu's palm not only made a dragon roar, but also really had silk dragon power, so the one-horned green dragon did not dare to face it and retreat one after another.

Seeing this, Ye Qianqiu smiled and said to the one-horned green dragon, "This palm, called the Eight Wild Dragon Palm, is created by understanding the shape of the true dragon in all directions, and will naturally have dragon power!"

The Eight Wastes Teng Dragon Palm, which is one of the two unique skills taught him by Chu Po Meng. It is the creation of Chu Po Meng who traveled all over the four poles and eight wildernesses in the past, and practiced to the extreme. Under one palm, the true dragon spirit of the eight directions came out, condensed into a palm, shaking the heaven and earth!

Ye Qianqiu just learned a little skin. If it hadn't been for his strong body and divine consciousness, he would never have been able to beat this palm.

The water dragon roared and hit the one-horned green dragonfly. The one-horned green dragonfly did not resist and was rushed out several feet away, and then opened its mouth to spit out a large mouthful of blood, which stained the water and was blood red.

The one-horned green dragonfly only showed its two horrible eyes in the water, staring at Ye Qianqiu, as if it was a little frightened.

Ye Qianqiu looked at it quietly, and finally his breath soared, and with a pure dragon spirit, he rushed up from his body. His eyes stared at the one-horned green dragon and shouted, "Get out!"

The one-horned green dragonfly was horrified. I don't know how this human body has such a pure dragon spirit. Seeing that Ye Qianqiu was staring at himself angrily, coupled with his previous experience, in the end, the one-horned green dragon roared unwillingly twice, and then swam quickly into the distance without looking back.

When "Hu" saw the one-horned green dragonfly leave, Ye Qianqiu's hanging heart finally fell down. The previous Eight Wastes Tenglong Palm was only beaten by the strength of his body and divine consciousness. It was definitely impossible for him to give him another slap.

However, it was also because of that palm that Ye Qianqiu knew that the one-horned green dragon was more afraid of things related to the dragon, so he made a bet and deterred the one-horned green dragon with dragon spirit.

But the result also surprised him. The one-horned green dragon was really afraid of dragon spirit and left in dismay.

Standing on the bamboo pieces on the river, Ye Qianqiu looked around, and finally gathered all the nearby bamboo pieces together to form a large bamboo piece. In this way, he stood on it and operated the Taoism to make it stop on the water and no longer flow with the waves.

"It's okay, you can cross the river!" After finishing this, Ye Qianqiu put away the Qingyang sword and shouted to Yunyue and others on the shore.

Yunyue and others were also confused by the previous scene. They didn't know why the one-horned green dragonfly left like this, but when they heard Ye Qianqiu's shouting, they stopped thinking about it and began to prepare to cross the river.

And Ye Qianqiu stood on a piece of bamboo on the river, closing his eyes and thinking about something.

"Everything has its own reason. Between heaven and earth, everything has its own way, but it is not necessary to observe before everything to understand its way. In this regard, Xiao Zhanyun's "The Secret of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths" has already explained that as for the so-called method, there is only a few numbers: through all things, You still need to understand!" Ye Qianqiu thought silently in his heart, and the battle just now reminded him of the way of everything.

"Who is Xiao Zhanyun? Who is stronger than him and the master? Finally, Ye Qianqiu asked himself in his heart, the description of his founder Xiao Zhanyun in "The Secret of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths" is only the pride of the world and another sentence: wearing Fuxi gossip, stepping on Taiji yin and yang, everything protects the Tao, and everything is the Tao!

People who practice Taoism understand that gossip and Taiji all imply the reason of everything, and they are all over the world, and Ye Qianqiu naturally knows it.

For that sentence describing Xiao Zhanyun, Ye Qianqiu has never been able to imagine how powerful a person he will be. He can only compare him with his master.

Fighting heaven and earth, just by looking at its name, you know that this must be an extraordinary figure. What kind of courage is this to fight against heaven and earth?

In Ye Qianqiu's heart, Zhan Tiandi and Xiao Zhanyun must be killed three corpses, at least the peerless figure at the peak of the most holy nine heavens, and it is likely that he has reached the realm of flying immortals.

However, this is just a guess. Flying immortals, that doesn't mean that they can reach the level that can be reached. How many immortals are there in these nine days? No one knows, because no one can live so long enough to see how many people become immortals.

Even in the annals of history, it only records a few people in the realm of flying immortals. As for the "Chinese Wind and Cloud Record" mentioned by Yunyue, it does not seem to mention this. That is to say, since the beginning of Chinese history, no one has reached the realm of flying immortals so far. You know, the history of China has been nearly ten thousand years. No one has reached the realm of flying immortals within a year. May I ask, how many people can reach the realm of flying immortals?

"The most holy, kill three corpses! One corpse is three heavens, three corpses nine heavens. If you kill one corpse, the life expectancy is about 4,000 years. If you kill two corpses, if there is no accident, it will only be 7 or 8 years. As for cutting off three corpses, it should be tens of thousands of years!" Ye Qianqiu opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and whispered to himself.

"After ten thousand years of hard work, I haven't got the fairy machine. In the end, it is also empty. The path of immortality is vast, but there are so many people stepping on this road one after another. Is it really so attractive to become an immortal?" Ye Qianqiu shook his head and asked himself in his heart.

"Hen years are too long, seize the day and don't ask for eternal life, but ask for this world!" Ye Qianqiu looked at the people who were about to cross the river on the shore and said to herself, "Is this enough for affectionate people?"

"If the practitioners who set foot on the fairy road are ruthless, they will also be a walking corpse who only knows how to practice! If you kill three corpses, will you cut off your feelings?" Ye Qianqiu turned around, looked at the lake under his feet, and asked himself in his heart.

Finally, he shook his head and said, "Well, I still have a long way from the most holy land, a hundred years? Millennium? Master's footsteps are really difficult to find!"

At this time, Yunyue and others also began to cross the river, "Kid, don't stand there in a daze! Come and help!" Cloud Moon shouted on the shore.

Ye Qianqiu looked at him, and then sighed. The Taoism under his feet accelerated, and the bamboo pieces drove towards the shore like riding the wind.

When he arrived at the shore, Ye Qianqiu jumped lightly and fell to the shore.

At this time, almost everyone was looking at him with surprise and felt that this man was a monster. He could not only regret the one-horned green dragonfly, but also defeat the one-horned green dragonfly with such cultivation alone. This was impossible, but Ye Qianqiu told them with practical actions that there was nothing impossible.

Escort several women on the bamboo raft, and then Ye Qianqiu also stood up and said, "Don't bother a few girls. Leave the matter of crossing the river to me!"

After saying that, he secretly ran the self-created Taoism again, and the bamboo raft broke through the waves like a wind.

Subsequently, Yunyue also followed suit and led several women over. Gui Guyan and others were angry and said, "Two guys who forget their lust are really bastards!"

Everyone is preparing to cross the river, but someone has stared at Ye Qianqiu.

"Brother Jiuyou, what do you think?" A little far from the crowd, several men were talking, and one of them was dressed in black.

"Oh, that sword is indeed a good thing, and it is infinitely close to the holy level!" The man in red replied that the man was very handsome, but the thief-like smile on his face greatly reduced his image. The man was called Lan Jiuyou, and the man in black who had asked before was Ye Weiyang.

"Well, I want to do that again. Don't look for me. I don't disdain!" Another man in white looked at Lan Jiuyou with contemptuous face and said so.

A faint murderous intention flashed in Lan Jiuyou's eyes, and then smiled and said, "Ximen Xiesha, I heard that your branch of Yunqing Valley has been very bad in recent years. It has just broken through a supreme saint before, and it seems that it has fallen on the edge of 100,000 mountains again?"

The man called Ximen Evil Brake looked at him faintly and then said, "It's just a branch. There's nothing to say. If you die, you will die. Just die!"

"Oh, I won't tell you." Lan Jiuyou saw that there was no strange expression on Ximen Evil Brake, so he stopped continuing the topic, but turned to other people, "Cold and cruel heart, Luo Youming, Dao Wushang, Feng Cangyue... And you, dream panic, what do you think?"

"Infinitely close to the holy level, the first-comeer will hold it!" Leng Canxin looked indifferent and said such a sentence lightly.

"I don't know which sword or my knife is stronger?" This is what Dao Wushang said.

Feng Cangyue and Luo Youming didn't say much, but just showed their approval for the cold and cruel statement.

Dream looked at the crowd in horror and finally said, "I didn't come to grab the sword. I have important tasks, so I won't accompany you!"

After saying that, he turned around and slowly walked towards the shore. Ximen Xiesha didn't say anything and followed.

"Hmm, two incompetual idiots!" Watching the two leave, Lan Jiuyou snorted coldly and showed murderous intent in his eyes.

"Brother Jiuyou, what should I do about this?" Ye Weiyang looked at the figure of Meng Jinghun and the Ximen evil temple gradually fading away and asked Lan Jiuyou.

Lan Jiuyou looked at him, looked at the rest of the people, and finally said, "Oh, with a few of us, I'm afraid we can't do anything about that boy? At that time, tell him to hand over all the good things anyway!"

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(Brother Dong hasn't been very good lately!!! I hope Brother Dong can revive the wind immediately and add fire to the sky. Of course, I also hope that Shenling will be on fire!)