Chapter 88 Let birds fly in the sea and sky

In the soft roar of the horses, a pleasant and clear chirping sound spread over the field. Some dark horses with a slightly irritable temperament also calmed down when they heard the sound of the bell tripod.

Everyone looked at Xiong Feng in surprise, and the sound actually came from his body. Xiong Feng is also very worried about the flying tiger in his body, but the heat in his body only rises and does not fall.

Xiong Feng can't control so much, and his palm is shot out.

"Withdraw!" With Le Yun's shouting came. But when the time came there, Xiongfeng's palm struggled to beat him for a while, and he screamed repeatedly!

Xiongfeng and Hunyuan looked at each other in surprise, and saw that the evil immortals in the chaos burned up. Xiong Feng must be the flying tiger in his body. I don't know how many times stronger that palm just now is than before!

"When did you become so strong?" Hunyuan asked, with an incredible look on his face!

"I can guarantee that this palm is definitely not done by my strength!" Xiongfeng shook his head and said.

Hunyuan looked at it with surprise: "Do you still have the strength to preserve?"

Xiongfeng said, "No!"

Hearing that Hunyuan just wanted to shout at the eldest brother to show his infinite admiration.

A fire burned, and the people of the evil immortals had to abandon their horses and escape. They never thought that the majestic wind would be so horrible!

When everything is quiet, Xiong Feng and others are about to turn around and leave. There is still a way ahead!

I saw hundreds of villagers in front of me, looking at myself with different faces, hatred, surprise, anger, fear... Unspeakable scene.

"This is troublesome!" It was the iron flute beggar who spoke, and the two of them had just stood up after recuperating.

At this time, an old man came over with a smile and said to Xiongfeng, "You are always respectable people in our Yinyang Village."

Xiongfeng was stunned and was carried by several young people. Naturally, there was no shortage of mixed yuan, iron flute beggars, and eight-step monks. Surrounded by the crowd, the four people were carried in...

The door of the dungeon in Qingcheng is open.

For a while, the cell was full of footsteps.

An opponent groped on Yang Jing's body, and there was a humane: "Strange! He died so quickly, and his whole body was cold and stiff.

Wu Yang's voice sounded, "It's really dead!" After a pause, he said, "Don't blame me, blame your life for being ruined."

Yang Jing's feeling was extremely strange. He heard every sound, even the sound of breathing and inhaling, a hundred times clearer than usual, but he didn't feel anything in his whole body. An idea arises in my heart. Am I really dead? Now I only have my soul listening to something? If this situation is maintained forever, it will be ten thousand times more terrible than going to prison. Wu Yang's voice in the big prison said, "Take this boy out and bury him well in his bag. Remember! Don't hurt his body."

Yang Jing was shocked, and an idea suddenly rose in his heart that he must torture these people in every way on a different day, so that they will die! When his mind rose, he himself was shocked. This kind of murderous idea emerged in his heart for the first time.

The idea was not over, and the body was lifted up.

I don't know where I went through, and my mind became more and more blurred. The true qi that was still just now began to collide around all over my body again. My feelings were confused. As if the world had begun to open, countless strange illusions began to rise and fall in my heart. The violent ** soft thoughts were intertwined and entangled. Su Qianyang's method of closing breath and sealing gas was planted. The true internal force in his body began to roll

Layers of oilcloth covered his whole body. Yang Jing was put into the pit, shoveled and shoveled down. After a while, he was buried under the thick soil layer. Yang Jing's eyes darkened and finally lost consciousness.

When they went far away, Yang Jing suddenly woke up, naturally sucked his mouth and nose, and almost suffocated. Opening his eyes, it was dark. At the moment when it almost became a real death, the powerful and unparalleled true qi burst out in his body. He contracted like a spring without a teacher. When he bounced again, his whole body had rushed up quickly. With a sound of mud cloth all over the sky, he rushed away from the ground two feet high, and then fell back to the ground, falling seven meat and eight elements.

Assuming that someone happened to be present, he must have thought that it was the resurgence of the thousand-year-old evil corpse and scared him to death. Yang Jing's eyes were bright and dark, bright and lightning flashed when it was dark, and gloomy in the dark. After a long time, he returned to normal, but his eyes were very different from before, and the rotation was full of ups and downs of human intelligence and almost magical charm.

Yang Pan, Yang Pan.

I will be better than you!

Yang Jing jumped up and disappeared in the depths of the forest in a blink of an eye at a speed he couldn't believe.

A master who has never practiced Buddhism and Taoism since ancient times and the present has finally come to the world.

The struggle against evil also begins.

The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, peeking at the endless vast world with an uncertain future.

Blue sky.

A big eagle circled and flew away.

After Yang Jing left the cemetery, he galloped in the mountains and fields at full speed, running more and more easily. The hot air rose from the Yongquan acupoint of the footboard like thousands of rivers, and the cold air flowing from the mud pill palace above his head, passed through the large and small meridians, and converged to the sea of gas in Dantian. Two air streams, one cold and one hot, blended and rotated and rotated. When the rotary force accumulated to the peak, it suddenly Thousands of air arrows were shot from Dantian, which spread all over the body like lightning.

This process repeats over and over again. After each time, the true qi in the body increases a little, the eyes can see more clearly, and the sound coming into the ear is much louder. The feeling of skin and air contact is deeper and more subtle, and everything is different.

When he cut into a sparse forest and came out of the forest, his whole body was in severe pain and he could no longer support it. He fell forward and fell just in the middle of a road.

This mutation is really inexplicable.

He wanted to get up, but his whole body was like a needle, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

Yang Jing kept his heart a little smart. He had a feeling that if he fainted, he would never wake up. So Yang Jing kept struggling.

At the moment when the water was hot, the cars behind them were rumpling, the horses' hoofs stepped on the ground, and a team of knights, protecting a gorgeous carriage, slowly arrived from one end of the road.

The leading knight shouted, and the people and carriage stopped.

"Little beggar, make way!"

With a crack, a whip turned a small circle in the air, bringing a fing wind. It fell heavily and slammed to Yang Jing's back.

If Yang Jing is conscious, he should know that the whip's hand is extremely heavy, and he wants to pull him to the roadside, which is extremely vicious.

"Bang!"

A whip was firmly drawn on the back, and the tattered clothes were scattered.

Yang Jing only felt that something gently brushed on his back. Not only did he feel no pain at all, but the pain was much better as if he went out from his back.

The man gave a 'huh', added gravity to the second whip, and then slapped Yang Jing's back.

Yang Jing groaned, and as the whip rolled away, he moaned not because of pain, but only to make a sound until this moment.