Chapter 5 The Divine Power of the Seventh Master

Can a grain of sand carve a perfect world?

Xu Le's eyes turned a few times, and finally closed his eyes and lay in the soup, which was basically impossible for him.

At the end of the practice, Xu Le was refreshed and full of strength. Now even if there are a hundred and four-level disciples, they are as vulnerable as the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves. However, his current strength is comparable to that of a sixth-level disciple, so he is still looking forward to fighting with masters.

The world of immortal cultivation is an extremely cruel world. Only by living can there be hope, so strong strength becomes the most solid guarantee.

Boom——

Standing on the practice field outside the house, Xu Le punched out, and the air wave instantly condensed into a fist mark, flying more than ten meters and blowing a huge hole in a two-high boulder.

"Yes, it seems that this month's practice has achieved great results, and even the strength can be condensed." Xu Le is very satisfied with his practice. His physical strengthening is still thirty-three times, but his strength has changed to another level.

"Bad boy, can't you stop for a while and forget such a small progress?" The seventh master's voice came from the room and coughed gently from time to time.

"The seventh master's lesson is that I'm going to practice the soul." Xu Le shrank his head and entered another room.

After a while, the seventh master came out with his back, and his ordinary eyes glanced at Xu Le's room, with a satisfied and kind smile on his face.

"This boy gave me too much expectation, but unfortunately I can't watch you grow up with my own eyes. The road of practice is bumpy and difficult. How far you can go depends on your opportunity and perseverance.

The seventh master stood there and said to himself. He knew that Xu Le had entered an empty state at this moment. Five fingers rise and fall, knife marks suddenly appear, and the mud puppet becomes more and more vivid under him, and even the hair is vivid. It can be seen that his carving skills have reached a level of pure fire, his mind is calm and his soul is wandering.

Standing there for about half an hour, the seventh master looked up at the sky with a far-reaching vision, and a wisp of silver light burst out of it, as if he could penetrate the distant void and cross infinite distances.

"Since you are here, you don't have to dodge."

As soon as the seventh master's voice fell, the sky over Jiujian Valley suddenly shook violently, and a deep hole appeared, and a strong breath enveloped the whole fairy gate. At the top of the 300 peak, the figure suddenly shook, and a master of closed cultivation woke up one after another.

The body moved slightly, and the seventh master calmly stepped into the black hole. After a moment, everything returned to calm. No one knew what happened.

When the seventh master's figure reappeared, he was thousands of miles away from the Nine Sword Valley, and there were three people standing in front of him.

Three tall people, each of whom is soaring, their eyes are like flames, floating in the air, and looking at them proudly. Among them, the middle-aged man in a golden martial robe was electrocut: "Lao Qi, I didn't expect you to condescend to hide in this remote place. No wonder we haven't heard from you for decades.

The seventh master looked at the visitor for a moment and sighed, "I haven't seen you for decades. You have cultivated to the ninth level of the Holy Realm. Judging from your clothes, you should have been selected to become the Holy Son of the Fairy Gate."

The visitor hummed and said, "Lao Qi, follow me back to Xianmen. I can plead with the elders for you."

"Ping for mercy?" There was a little sarcasm on the old face of the seventh master, and the corners of his mouth curled, "Don't think that I don't know the truth of what happened back then. You know better than me who got the treasure in Tongtian Fairy Mansion. Lao San, I miss our past life-and-death friendship. If I don't talk to you today, you can go back wherever you come from.

"What a rampant tone, you are the traitor of my fairy sect, and everyone can kill you. The third master gave you a chance to live, but you didn't repent. The white-haired man's eyes were murderous.

"Hey, it's really interesting that a little slave dares to serve as a master. However, your strength as a slave is not bad. You are also a first-class invincible saint in this secular practice world. Unfortunately, your life is not good.

As soon as the seventh master's voice fell, his thin right hand was raised, and the cloudless sky suddenly rolled with dark clouds, thunder flashing, and there was a depressing and horrible atmosphere between heaven and earth, as if the disaster came and the end of the world began.

"Heaven and Earth Fist."

With one punch, the world is still.

The third master's face changed greatly. He also punched without hesitation, and a bottomless hole appeared all over his body, which seemed to be able to devour all his power.

The seventh master's fist was so powerful that even the heaven and earth trembled. No one thought that there was the power hidden in the old body.

Bum——

The third master's figure withdrew thousands of meters, and the black hole around him kept fluctuating and almost collapsed. But the slave who accused the seventh master was not so lucky. He didn't even have a chance to resist, and his whole body turned into a blood mist and disappeared. The third person was affected, and countless scary cracks appeared on the surface of the Eucharist and became a blood man.

"Lao San, even if you become the Holy Son, you are not my opponent." The rickety figure of the seventh master is quite powerful at this moment, sweeping away the image of the old dragon bell. The laughter soared to the nine of the world, and with a slap, it has the power to turn the river upside down.

The third master's eyes finally showed fear. He reached out and grabbed it. A 10,000-meter mountain in the distance was raised by him, and a magnificent force enveloped it, and then bumped into the seventh master.

Boom, heaven and earth sank, and the mountain was blown up.

"Lao Qi, you can't escape. Next time you will face the anger of the law enforcement group." The third master's voice gradually faded away, and he used his life-saving skills to escape.

The seventh master stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the seriously injured man, shook his head and sighed, "Are you the slave next to Lao Si?"

"Yes, Master Seven."

"Go back and die. Tell the people above that I will go back to beg for my life in person, and don't send some kittens and puppies out to die."

"Thank you for not killing the seventh master." The fifth-level man in the Holy Land kowtowed three times and left in confusion.

After a while, the seventh master standing there suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face became older and older. He wiped the blood stains on his mouth, and his eyes crossed thousands of miles and fell on Xu Le. He was still silent in the empty realm.

"Son, I hope we can meet again."

The seventh master left, and he was more seriously injured and could not be delayed for a moment.

Xu Le woke up from the boundless sea of suffering, and his mind covered 110 meters: "Wow, my mind's power has really increased a little."

Xu Le shouted in surprise. The practice of soul Taoism is extremely difficult, but there has been no progress in the past month of hard practice. This time, he found that his divine mind became stronger just by carving a martial art skill. How can he not surprise him?

Although the "God's Gaze" taught him the method of soul cultivation taught to him is very powerful, it is too profound to be officially practiced with his soul power.

"Lord Seven." Xu Lexing rushed out of the house, but no one was there.

"Xu Le." The magic hand master fell from the sky.

"Disciples visit the Master of Magic Hand." Xu Le quickly bowed down and didn't expect his teaching master to come.

Master Huanshou's eyes swept at Xu Le, and his eyes flashed and said, "Have you ever heard of Canghai Xianmen?"

Xu Le thought about it and said, "Is it the huge force that selects genius disciples in the weak fairy sects every hundred years? I have seen relevant news in some classics, saying that Canghai Xianmen is built on an overseas peak. There are countless disciples and masters. Sending a top strongman can easily destroy my Jiujian Valley.

"It seems that you know a lot, and I don't have to explain more."

Master Huanshou smiled and said, "The owner of my Valley is a disciple of Canghai Xianmen. Three days later, messengers from Canghai Xianmen will come here to choose ten materials to take back for training. With your qualifications, you are not qualified to participate in the selection, but each selected disciple can bring two handymen. Although you are a handyman disciple, this is also an opportunity. When you arrive at Canghai Xianmen, you have more opportunities to practice to a higher level.

Xu Le was a little puzzled. Why did the magic hand master say these words to himself?

"Want to know the reason? At that time, I also entered the ranks of elite disciples as an alternate disciple. Your calmness and calmness are not available to other elite disciples. Whether the disciple I cultivate is a genius or not, he must have a normal heart so that he can be favored and humiliated in his future practice. I have recommended you to become a miscellaneous disciple of Canghai Xianmen. Don't let me down.

Master Magic Hand left a sentence and left.

Xu Le's hair danced with the wind, and an inexplicable emotion rose in his heart.

The seventh master disappeared again. His old man has been out very frequently in recent years, but he will return in a few days, so Xu Le did not pay attention to it.

Two days later, Xu Le climbed the boxing peak, which is the place where the magic master retreated.

"Brother Xu, the master is waiting for you." A 13 or 14-year-old female disciple greeted a respectful worship and took Xu Le into a small palace.

Master Magic Hand is practicing boxing. His fist speed is very fast, and he can hit a thousand punches in one breath. What an amazing speed. His breath was agitated, and the blood in his body flowed like a river roaring, and his internal organs trembled with the sound of overturning the river.

Xu Le stood in the distance and only looked for three breaths, and felt his eyes tingling, tears flowed all over his face, and he had difficulty breathing, as if a mountain peak was suppressing himself.

"I didn't expect that the master had perfectly integrated the soul and martial arts."

Xu Le sincerely exclaimed that the magic hand master's boxing is not only powerful, but also shocking to people in the soul.

After the practice of the magic hand master, he saw Xu Leruo thinking and secretly said strangely that it was difficult for this boy to think about something.

"Xu Le, do you want to learn my stunt 'phantom boxing'?"

"Although the boxing practiced by the master is only at the Mahayana level, it is integrated into your own soul understanding. The power of boxing has been improved to a whole level. Even if the power of some king-level martial arts is just like this, you have come out of your own way."