005 make an enemy

The clouds are invisible, but the breeze is too much.

It's just that for Yang Zifan now, Qingfeng's affection brings great distress. Palm? He couldn't make up his mind. Huang Yun pointed to heaven and earth in a simple posture as if to integrate with heaven and earth.

If you come out of your palm, you will be the enemy of heaven and earth.

If you close your hand, you will be your enemy.

What is the enemy, heaven and earth or himself? He is a little confused. Huang Yun will kill himself? He looks at the sky and the earth. The awakening of the Tao is a good thing, but sometimes it often becomes a kind of fetter that prevents him from doing many things.

For heaven and earth, how dare you rebel?

For every monk, heaven and earth are the reason for cultivation, and who dares to resist.

Huang Yun laughed and said, "Why don't you do it?"

Yang Zifan slowly withdrew his hand and said, "I can't make up my mind."

Huang Yun laughed twice and looked at Yang Zifan with a dark face and said, "Although I don't know why you have progressed so fast, I can't escape in my hands."

Yang Zifan breathed a sigh of relief and sighed, "I can escape, but I don't understand where you can understand such a move?"

Huang Yun frowned and thought about it. He felt that there was no need to hide it from him: "Of course, someone taught him."

"So it is." Yang Zifan sighed in his heart. It turned out that he was a person who painted a gourd and another emperor Shitian. He looked up at the sky with disappointment.

The immortals are still like this, and there are several people in the world who can understand the real way of cultivation.

"Who is he?" Yang Zifan lowered his head again. It must be a great person that the other party can teach Huang Yun such a move.

Huang Yun snorted, thinking about how the Heavenly Emperor could tell you.

When Yang Zifan saw that he didn't say anything, he shook his head, looked at the vitality connected to the sky and the ground because of Huang Yun's tricks, and said, "Well, today let's see which is true or false."

If Huang Yun doesn't say anything, Yang Zifan may not dare to do it because of Huang Yun's moves, but the other party is just a figure who practices like Emperor Shitian, and such moves are not worthy of being given to them.

It is worth doing to break other people's Taoism with his own Taoism. Yang Zifan slowly raised his palm and called for the only vitality left in the boundary.

Raise your palm.

The cyan airflow gushed out like a wild dragon and touched the yellow clouds pointing to the sky and the earth, and the yellow light lit up in an instant. A green and a yellow airflow covered the figure of the two, forming two different semicircular airflows in the boundary.

In this light group, Yang Zifan and Huang Yun were entangled together.

The sound of countless fists and feet breaking the boundary and bulging the two airflows, and the airflow lost the envelope of the boundary and rushed to the sky.

"You lost." A confident voice followed.

The yellow air mass dissipated in an instant. Yang Zifan stood pale under the Nantian Gate. Huang Yun leaned against the doorpost and half leaned on his body, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

He couldn't believe that Yang Zifan could break this move.

The five styles of the Heavenly Emperor, the supreme magic in the fairy world, Huang Yun knew that he could not learn one of them if he had not been guarding the heavy responsibility of the man.

Drive the power of heaven and earth with a few hearts, so it is called Emperor Dong.

However, the teenager in front of him broke this move and used his power to break the power of heaven and earth mobilized by himself. What a powerful existence.

I want to see it for the first time. The teenager has just stepped into the fairy gate.

I saw him for the second time today. The teenager's cultivation has surpassed him a lot. Such a fast cultivation speed is really worthy of a person that the Emperor of Heaven did not dare to underestimate. Unfortunately, because of his carelessness, he ran out. Thinking of his dereliction of duty, he bowed his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Zifan looked at him and sighed again. The huge cyan air behind him turned into nothingness. He turned around without any nostalgia for the fairyland and stepped out of the majestic Nantian Gate.

"Do not want to go." Huang Yun vomited another mouthful of blood and staggered forward two steps. His face was as pale as paper, but the light in his eyes was unusually firm.

He has his faith and he has his Taoism.

It's just that differences don't work together.

Yang Zifan's heart moved and suddenly turned to look at a palace behind him and said loudly, "Do you know why the wick burned and why people live."

"It's just self-destruction." A faint sound came from the deep palace.

"Ha...haha...haha..." Yang Zifan laughed so much that he bent down and couldn't straighten up. He laughed with tears on his face, laughing so much that the clouds and fog flew and the wind danced wildly.

He finally began to understand the mood of the black knife. He thought that the most powerful figure in the world could understand a cause and a human heart.

Results...

He laughed at this beautiful place, looked at the deep and frightening eyes in the deep palace, laughed at the world around him, and looked at the place that mortals yearned deeply.

Is it worth it? He suddenly put away his smile and said to himself.

Huang Yun looked at this scene in a daze, and he could naturally feel who was in the depths of the palace.

So presumptuous, he never knew that there were such people in heaven and earth.

Yang Zifan waved his hand and collapsed at the ten-thousand-year-old Nantian Gate, and his figure disappeared into the collapsed dust. Deep in the palace, the middle-aged man in white looked pale and unhappy, and stretched out his hand to look at the courtyard.

There is a long knife in the soil, wrapped in dark cotton cloth, and a blood-red stone in the middle looks extremely heartbreaking between the white clouds.

The middle-aged man looked at him and said to himself, "There are always many people like you."

The handle of the knife is not turbulent, and it is silent again in the clouds.

"I'll kill him." Yi Xuanzi appeared behind the middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

The middle-aged man raised his hand to signal that he didn't need it, turned around and looked at a pool of lotus flowers, as if the pool had irresistible ** power.

"I like such people and appreciate them."

Yi Xuanzi didn't understand and bowed his head and said, "Why?"

"Why?" The middle-aged man laughed conceitedly and said, "Don't you think this palace is boring?"

"But they are too arrogant." Yi Xuanzi did not agree to try to find an appropriate reason to convince the middle-aged man in front of him. The word that attacked him in the mortal cloud made him suffer a great humiliation. He couldn't breathe and refused to let the man go, but unfortunately, the other party was too powerful to deal with it.

"Don't you think it's more interesting to let arrogant people bow their heads?" The middle-aged man looked at him sideways, and a mischievous smile flashed in his dark eyes.

If Yang Zifan sees this scene, he will definitely scold the middle-aged man as a madman.

Yi Xuanzi lowered his head and knew that he could not convince middle-aged people. He said, "The dragon Xiaofeng in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion seems to have found something."

The middle-aged man reached out and gently brushed the carved dragon pillar beside him and said with a smile, "Then find it."

A pale pool of lotus flowers gradually returned to red. The two people in the courtyard stood quietly, and the yellow clouds outside the collapsed Nantian Gate collapsed to the ground. His failure was more from the sequelae caused by the launch of the imperial movement.

......

......

Yang Zifan, who disappeared from Nantianmen, stood on a weak river at this time.

Luo Meishuang is still here. He can't let go, but the master in the sky. He looked up and remembered Long Xiaofeng's smile and could only say sorry in his heart.

However, he didn't know that Long Xiaofeng clenched a dark bamboo slip in his hand in the fairyland Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and his face was solemn.

Weak water!

It's very familiar!

Yang Zifan looked at it and remembered the secret of weak water. He thought about it leisurely in his heart, which made a river of weak water bulge.

"Let go of Lei Gong."

His voice was very light and light, but it spread all over the Tianhe River.

Tianhe was calm and there was no movement. Yang Zifan repeated, still the same. He raised his hand and lit a sky fire in the palm of his hand.

"The thief can't run away."

Suddenly, a shout from the sky interrupted Yang Zifan's behavior.

Yang Zifan looked up and saw an old Taoist priest with white beard rushing down from the heavenly gate. He didn't know this person.

The old Taoist priest was murderous. Before he arrived, he had already pinched the sword formula in his hand. The fairy sword under his feet turned into a white gas and rushed to him. Yang Zifan moved half a step to the left and easily avoided the blow.

"Who are you?" He doesn't want to fight with others for no reason, and judging from the momentum of the old Taoist priest, the other party's cultivation is stronger than Huang Yun.

"How dare you pretend to be my apprentice to deceive Taiyi Shenlei?"

The old Taoist priest blew his beard, and his wrinkle-free face was blue.

"Taiyi Zhenren?" Yang Zifan was helpless. He didn't remember exactly what he did when he was crazy, but he remembered the matter of swallowing Taiyi Shenlei very well. As for pretending to be his disciple, it was pure bullshit, so he asked tentatively, "Do you dare to ask me who pretended to be?"

"What's my apprentice?" As soon as the old Taoist priest took his sword finger, Bai Qi turned into a deft sword and slowly rotated beside him.

"What?" Yang Zifan really couldn't remember when he pretended to be. He said sincerely, "No, I have never pretended to be."

Taiyi Zhenren was furious: "How dare a man dare to do it? What's the style? Eat my sword."

Although he is one of the twelve golden immortals in the fairyland, he is old and has cultivated the unique skill Taiyi immortality. He still holds a thunder and fire shield in his hand, which is not comparable to ordinary golden immortals.

The clever little sword roared over. Yang Zifan did not dare to be careless and pulled out the thousand-year-old ironwood pine and hit it on the body of the sword body. Unexpectedly, he snapped the thousand-year-old ironwood pine that had been next to him for a long time. He staggered his little sword and rubbed the bridge of his nose, and the fierce evil spirit almost overturned him.

Looking at the broken Millennium Tiemu Song Yang Zifan, there was a burst of physical pain. Poorly, this weapon he had left from monism to now has been broken. It's really bad.

"What's so painful about a broken stick?" Taiyi Zhenren did not take the opportunity to sneak attack but taught him a lesson.

Yang Zifan secretly scolded himself for being stupid. He was a complete waste with the immortal to beat the thousand-year-old iron pine, a powerful treasure in the mortal world. He quickly put Tie Musong into the ring and stretched out his hand and said, "I told you that I accidentally took the Taiyi Shenlei, but I didn't pretend to be your apprentice."

Taiyi Zhenren stared at him with a pair of thin eyes. Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, he recalled the flying sword and said, "Where is the thing? And I can save you from death."

Yang Zifan pointed to himself.

Taiyi didn't understand and asked, "Where is it?"

Yang Zifan pointed to himself again.

Taiyi Zhenren was a little impatient and shouted, "What do you always mean to yourself? If I don't know how Shenlei will chase you on you?"

Yang Zifan sighed and said, "I ate it."

"Eat it?" Taiyi looked at him stunned.

The thunder was eaten!

"Impossible, impossible." He immediately rejected this possibility. How could the most powerful thing in heaven be eaten? His eyelids jumped and he scolded, "Kid, you scare me."

Once again, driven by his Taiyi fairy spirit, the fairy sword swam to Yang Zifan like a small fish. Although the speed was slow, no one dared to underestimate the pressure emanating from the hidden deep Taoist force.

Yang Zifan did not take advantage of the weapon in his hand, so he simply encouraged the heart of Jiuye Qinglian in his body to force out a large area of green lotus gas to turn a long sword in his hand and stab forward without basis.

The surrounding vitality surged forward with the sword as the center due to his attraction, forming an arc-shaped circle in the air, like a shield.

The little sword hit it, and the arc circle formed by vitality trembled and poked from the tip of the sword. The place of entry spreads around, and the big traps and small circles rippled like water waves on the lake, turning away the powerful Taoist force on the sword body.

"Oh." Taiyi was shocked, and his finger changed. He shook his fingers and shouted softly, "Fal!"

The sword shook and turned into three white airflows, and then was led back by his instructions. The three airflows fell back and hit Yang Zifan's circle at a very fast speed.

Yang Zifan raised the hilt of his sword and waved his sword again. Three airflows hit the circle. Yang Zifan's arm was for a while, and there was a feeling of numbness in the palm of his hand. He quickly shouted loudly and spouted out a mouth of fire wrapped around the three white airflows turned into the sword.

Taiyi's long beard trembled, and a flush appeared on his face. His sword finger led to shout, "Oh."

The voice was loud, and the three airflows merged together in an instant. The sword body rotated violently to bounce away the sky fire one by one. Yang Zifan took this opportunity to lift the sword and bend his knees to the premise. Only this step crossed a few feet of distance and appeared on the side of Taiyi Zhen's body and split out with his sword.

Taiyi's real face changed greatly, and he did not expect Yang Zifan to have such moves, and his body turned into a large white fog under the sword. The sword split into the fog, just like poking into the air.

Yang Zifan was dumb, and there was a sudden pain in the back of his neck. He quickly bent down to break the magic formula and disappeared. The little sword turned into a disease and wiped his disappeared shadow and hovered in the air.

Taiyi, who appeared two feet away, looked at Yang Zifan with a serious face and asked, "Who are you?"

Yang Zifan touched his cold neck. As long as he slowed down for a second, his head was afraid that he would fall off. He looked at the little sword with some horror and replied, "Who am I?"

Taiyi Zhenren didn't believe it and said, "Do whatever you want and do whatever you want. This is not a realm that can be achieved by practicing magic."

Yang Zifan spread out his hands and said, "Aren't you the same?"

Taiyi Zhenren recalled Xiaojian and laughed at himself, "I'm just dedicated to practicing my spells."

Yang Zifan heard it in the fog and waved his hand and said, "What kind of magic is illegal? What on earth do you want to say? If it's too much, I can't pay you back.

Taiyi Zhenren did not pester Taiyi Shenlei at this time, but asked, "You really don't know?"

"I don't know." Yang Zifan nodded exactly.

Taiyi Zhenren looked at him in disbelief and said, "Your use of spells depends on your heart. This is the highest realm of cultivation. Presumably, the Taoist heart in your heart has reached the highest level. How can I never seen your name in such a long time in the fairyland?"

Yang Zifan suddenly realized that what he was talking about was the power of the origin. As for the other party's guess that he was a certain figure in the fairy world, he was unwilling to agree and sneered, "I dare not be compared with you immortals."

"What's the intention of you stealing my Taiyi Shenlei?"

Now that Yang Zifan's sin in the eyes of Taiyi's real person has risen from cheating to stealing. Yang Zifan can't stand this change. Although he feels a little guilty about the old Taoist priest because of the benefits brought by Taiyi Shenlei, there is a reason why he can't be called a thief by others, so he is angry and said, "I'm a mortal, Taiyi Shenlei I accidentally ate it. Believe it or not.

"I think you are so arrogant at a young age. I don't think my stubborn apprentice is like you. It's okay to go on like this. Today, I'll teach you a lesson for your master."

Taiyi Zhenren blew his nose and stared, angrily from his heart, and once again attracted the sword. As soon as he took the sword, he shot countless shots at Yang Zifan like raindrops.

Yang Zifan was full of anger. He didn't believe it when telling him the truth. Do you want to tell a lie? The longer he deals with immortals, the more difficult he feels.

Shout.

The sword turned into the air of the green lotus in his hand danced quickly, fanning out a large number of sword flowers, and the sword flower aroused vitality. For a moment, it seemed that there were countless fairy swords dancing sword flowers in front of Yang Zifan.

I can only hear a tinkling sound.

The little sword collided with the sword flower, making up a piece of lame music.

When the two were fighting, Taiyi suddenly raised his hand and threw a fiery red cover the size of a palm. As soon as the cover flew out, it immediately turned into a person and raised the cover mouth.

"Receed." Taiyi Zhenren shouted softly, and Yang Zifan only felt that his body was tight, and an extremely powerful attraction poured down from the hood.

Yang Zifan secretly said that it was bad, but he didn't expect that the other party had other treasures. He raised his feet and stepped down suddenly. The green lotus spirit in his body suddenly surged down, and his body sank to compete with the huge gravity in the hood.

This thing is called the thunder and fire mask, which was given by the Yuanshi Tianzun at that time. It was extremely powerful. Although Yang Zifan's Taoism was extremely powerful, he was a local turtle-level figure in the confrontation with the treasure. He used his own cultivation to resist the huge gravity of the lightning shield, which happened to be the trick of Taiyi.

When the green lotus spirit in Yang Zifan's body fell on his feet, Taiyi's real finger changed and shouted, "Falling."

The thunder and fire spell flew down like lightning. Yang Zifan was shocked and wanted to escape. At this time, the flying sword suddenly appeared at his feet and turned into a ground. He only felt that his forehead was covered.

Taiyi Zhenren took a thunderbolt and turned into the size of his palm and fell back to his palm.