Chapter 437 Don't alarm the world, a flying fairy
Above the sky, outside the nine clouds, there is a golden light falling.
The golden light comes from the sky, as if it came from heaven.
The breath contained in it spreads all over the vast waters of the East China Sea in an instant, which makes people extremely palpitations, from true immortals to ordinary creatures.
Some people are quite familiar with the scene in front of them, and some people feel familiar with it.
In the past, there was a glorious middle hall in the mountains of southern Xinjiang. Today, this golden sword light is very similar to the sword light of Zhongtang Mountain in southern Xinjiang.
These two sword lights come from the same person.
In the past, there was a mysterious number, but now it is a true immortal Taoist ancestor.
I don't know how many times stronger than the golden light in front of me. Even Ling Sheng couldn't help throbbing in his heart.
"Gu Tingqiu has become a true immortal and Taoist ancestor." Ling Sheng frowned slightly, looked solemn, and said to himself, "He is still ahead after all."
The black monkey was stunned and said in surprise, "He obviously threw down the tower pillar."
"I just told you that Gu Tingqiu will definitely not achieve true immortals with the help of external forces." The frog glanced at it and said, "He was pregnant with the cultivation of the peak of the earthly immortals. With his skills, he broke into the true immortals. It was not as difficult as the ordinary immortal ancestors."
The black monkey was stunned, opened his mouth and asked, "You mean that he has the ability to enter the real immortals?"
The frog did not answer, but the idle Zen mage proclaimed the Buddha's name and whispered, "Amitabha!"
The golden light went to the rooftop.
At the top of this tower, it penetrates hundreds of millions of feet, penetrates the whole platform thousands of feet high, goes straight to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, penetrates through the sea, and penetrates the endless depths of the ground.
From the top floor to the bottom floor, it is penetrated by golden light.
Ling Sheng looked at the seemingly calm but sharp golden light beside him, and his eyes were slightly dignified.
In the eleventh floor, Qin Xianhe and Xu Feiyang's fight is indissoluble. One is the Qijie in the north, and the other is Junyan in the East China Sea. The schools of Taoism are all different and have their own characteristics. When they fight, they are fierce, and Taoism has disappeared one after another.
Suddenly, their faces changed slightly and separated.
The golden light penetrated the twelve layers, penetrated the eleventh floor, and then penetrated below.
The two looked at each other, showing surprise, stopped together, and flew to the entrance of the twelfth floor.
The golden light ran through the rooftop, and countless immortals were shocked.
At the peak of the thirteenth floor, Gu Tingqiu was in the golden light and closed his eyes slightly.
He breathed and swallowed countless swords.
He carried his hands and stood in the golden light.
The breath is rising steadily.
He has broken into the true immortal.
But the breath has not stopped.
"Brother..."
Li Wenqing trembled slightly, and it was extremely difficult to calm down. He sensed that Gu Tingqiu was practicing.
This is an extremely rare thing.
Because Gu Tingqiu only practices for two hours a day.
Only a few people of Taibai Jianzong know about this matter.
When the sun sets and the moon sets, there are only 12 hours a day. Ordinary monks can't wait to use these 12 hours to practice, so there is a saying of closed practice. Generally speaking, although not everyone is closed and keeps practicing for 12 hours, the longer the daily practice of any monk, the better, until the operation of the skill cannot reach the limit and the meridians bear the critical limit.
I heard that Ling Shengyi had leisure time, either meditated or meditated and practiced, and had no other ideas. Like Zhang Chentang, when he is trapped, he will continue to practice every day until his own meridians and skills are fully operated and limited.
Like Li Wenqing, when traveling, daily practice is also continuous.
But Gutingqiu is different.
He practices for two hours a day, not much, not much.
If something happens, these two hours of practice have also been omitted by him and will not make up for it at all. If it took him an hour to figure out the skills, then he would only meditate and practice for one hour.
This is an extremely rare example for a monk.
Because his daily practice is too short to believe.
Just like Li Wenqing, ten hours of practice a day is equivalent to five days of practice in ancient autumn.
Li Wenqing's one-day practice is equivalent to five days of ancient autumn practice.
For decades now, it has been like this every day.
But Li Wenqing still can't catch up with Gu Tingqiu.
Between heaven and earth, no one can catch up with Gutingqiu.
Today, Gu Tingqiu tried his best to practice his skills. In the golden light, he tried his best to practice. In an instant, the skills have run 365 days, but he still hasn't stopped.
Li Wenqing never thought that his brother would have such a serious day of practice, but today's brother's practice is extremely fast. In an instant, it runs 365 Sundays, which is equivalent to ordinary people's practice in one day.
Gu Tingqiu sat down cross-legged in the golden light, looking very solemn.
The world often says that if it doesn't sing, it will be amazing.
However, Gu Tingqiu has been practicing with an ordinary heart for decades and has become the most outstanding figure between heaven and earth. Once he tried his best to operate and let go of the shackles, the world will change.
He has set foot on the true immortal, but under his hard practice, his breath rises steadily, making every person who feels his breath throb.
"Hmm?"
Gu Tingqiu opened his eyes slightly and suddenly felt strange.
He stood on the rooftop, which was actually helpful for practice.
It's just that you have reached this stage of practice, why do you need external help?
At this time, Gu Tingqiu suddenly remembered that if his family was practicing on the rooftop, the world must think that he was with the help of the power of climbing the rooftop.
Gu Tingqiu has never paid attention to the views of the people of the world and the people of future generations about themselves and the so-called reputation, but the future Taibai Jianzong needs such a reputation, such a person who stands on heaven and earth and is respected by all generations.
The gentle and peaceful sword fairy waved slightly and brought the fairy sword.
The fairy sword responded to his wishes and stabbed on the 13th floor.
The sword light running through the rooftop quickly rose and immediately enveloped the whole rooftop.
"This is..."
Ling Sheng's eyes suddenly showed a different color, and the Geng Jinjian suddenly went away, penetrating thousands of miles and breaking the twelfth floor of the tower wall.
This small world was knocked through by him.
"Go!"
Ling Sheng rolled up the frog and the black monkey, together with the idle Zen mage, and was about to leave. He saw Qin Xianhe and Xu Feiyang arrive. He didn't have much idea. He immediately rolled up the two together, and then stepped out of the lotus step. He left the twelfth floor of the rooftop and appeared outside the rooftop.
"What's going on?"
"At the time of southern Xinjiang..."
Everyone remembered the scene of a brilliant sword shining in the middle hall in southern Xinjiang.
At that time, a sword light fell from the sky, ran through Zhongtang Mountain, and then soared, breaking the whole Zhongtang Mountain. The sword light in front of him did not break the middle hall mountain, but covered the whole middle hall mountain in it.
I only saw Gu Tingqiu step on it slightly.
When climbing the platform in the golden light, countless cracks burst out.
The rooftop tower is extremely huge, and every crack bursting out on it is more amazing than the canyon cliffs in the mountains on the ground.
"How can we talk about climbing to the top without stepping on the top?"
Gu Tingqiu smiled faintly, then broke through the top of the rooftop and stood at the peak of the tower.
The rooftop is too high to be seen.
But with the eyes of the true immortal Taoist ancestor, you can see a person standing at the top of the rooftop.
The man stood at the peak of heaven and earth, in the wind.
The wind is awe-blow, and only one can destroy the mysterious figure.
But the countless winds only let the ancient autumn clothes flutter.
He stepped on the top and stepped on the whole platform under his feet.
He exerted a little force under his feet.
The number of rooftops collapsed.
There is endless swordsmanship inside, coming and going.
Many immortals couldn't escape and were hanged by the sword.
Many immortals took advantage of this opportunity to escape from the cracks in the rooftop.
In afar, you can see that the platform standing between heaven and earth has turned into countless fragments. Each fragment is as huge as a mountain. When it falls from the sky, it is like 100,000 mountains falling from the sky.
The universe seems to have reached the end of the world.
It seems that the whole land in southern Xinjiang has fallen from the sky to the East China Sea.
The sky and the earth are extremely dark, and the sound is shocking.
"Quick close the array!"
Suddenly, there was a dragon chant, which shocked the nine xiao, and the voice of the real dragon of the ancestral class was chaotic.
There was a glow in the Dragon Palace, facing the countless fragments falling from the sky.
These glows are integrated into the mountain-like fragments.
The endless fragments have disappeared one after another.
Everyone is shocked.
But for the true immortal Taoist ancestors, for Ling Sheng and others, it is the person above the nines that really make them hold their breath.
Because the man's breath climbed, he still hasn't stopped.
He has reached the peak of the true immortal, the Taoist class.
The meridians in his body collapsed, and the mana operation was almost out of control, but he still did not stop. Only in his mind, the meridians repaired themselves, but the immortal mana of the Taoist ancestor level was still growing.
"He is..."
is the true immortal Taoist ancestors who are watching from afar, and they all hold their breath and throb for it.
Xu Feiyang clenched his fist and gritted his teeth without saying a word.
Qin Xianhe finally sighed.
The idle Zen proclaimed the Buddha's name.
"He is indeed a figure like Li Taibai."
The frog sighed.
This time, even the black monkey was speechless.
Ling Sheng looked at the figure in the sky, felt the other party's sword rushing, and his magic power climbed, and suddenly woke up.
Su Bai accumulated thin hair, first suppressed himself, and then climbed to the top with his congenital ancestral spirit. And Ling Sheng sang all the way, and his practice was like a broken bamboo.
The practice of Gutingqiu has always been the first in modern times.
At this time, Ling Sheng realized that Gu Tingqiu's practice was afraid that there were other differences, just like Su Bai's thick accumulation, but Gu Tingqiu disdained to suppress himself.
He is not thick and thin, suppressing himself, but he is amazing.
Although it is not popular, it has become beyond the reach of the world.
But once you spread your wings, you will fly away.
Ling Sheng closed his eyes.
He seems to feel that Gu Tingqiu's breath has reached a certain limit.
A soft sound.
is like breaking a bubble.
But Ling Sheng knew that this was Gu Tingqiu who broke the boundaries of heaven and earth.
Ranked among the immortals!