Chapter 546 War

Friends, the sparrow wishes everyone a happy holiday and have a good time. It seems that it's a step late...

Under Liu Xing's extreme control, the real fire of the two poles has rushed out of the stars and burned in front of his body. The whole wooden hall trembled and would break at any time. The uneasy breath shocked the three families in the distance outside the window.

... Liu Xing finally stopped.

These two stars can't be dissolved in one place, and if it continues, the ten-thousand-year-old wooden hall will destroy itself.

Liu Xingchang got up and rushed out of the wooden hall.

He grabbed a star in each hand, rushed into the air, and released it to the distant sky...

A roaring light flew out of his hand and crossed the air, and then another cold air rose to the sky. Liu Xing stirred the two rays into one place in the air.

Suddenly, like two long dragons, the two divine lights formed by two real fires were infinitely released in front of him, violently smashing the guard array and rushing out of the mountain...

On the mountain, tens of thousands of people stared at the sky in a moment. At this moment, the whole mountain almost collapsed. How many thousand years of old trees burned by themselves. In front of such martial arts, pieces collapsed and flew into the air...

Liu Xing put away his power and looked at his hands. Their hands were very thin, but they already had the same divine power as immortal cultivation. Although he was still one step away from reaching the fairyland, he would never care about beating him all over the ground to find his teeth when he met Xianxiu.

... When he turned around and waved his hand, a virtual big hand brushed on the mountain, and all the mountain fires ignited by the real fire were extinguished in an instant. Liu Xing raised his eyes and saw his uncle's pale face. He smiled and said, "Uncle, I didn't break the mountain. Don't worry."

Mu Chongxi gasped heavily, "You boy, don't play with your real fire in the wooden hall. Such a strong power of fire, how can this wooden hall stand it? Huo Kemu, do you want to wait for your grandfather to come back to deal with you, or your uncle will do it..."

Liu Xing laughed, and the person was like a streamer and disappeared.

A few months later, Liu Xing's cultivation has soared. This adjustment is very beneficial to Liu Xing now. He has the power of stars that can't be swallowed up. He is as warm as jade. His breath is strong and peaceful, and his momentum is even more magnificent. But when he covers the wooden hall, everyone is thrilling and enters the body. , I can't detect it again.

More importantly, a few months of practice also made his second spiritual beast awaken in the magnificent wood qi. The awakening of a grass in ancient times helped Liu Xing greatly. Those five-colored leaves stretched out, and how many spirits of heaven and earth poured in from the outside and directly incorporated into the body

Now Liu Xing, practice is already a natural thing. He must deliberately practice, just a breath and a breath, and also integrate the spirit of heaven and earth into the body, forming a trend that is increasing all the time.

In his current sea of souls, there are nine cathode Mars, shining like Arctic stars, and the turbulent fire of hell. If it is released, it can naturally form a running hell refining river. And his two yang real fires come from the "Taoyuan Wanshi" in the void, which is originally obtained from the heart of the props, which is relatively less powerful, but the Taoist heart is in the sea of the soul, but it is firmly pressed on the two real fires.

Although the Taoist heart is silent and motionless, even moving is driven by Liu Xing's mind, the pressure it puts on Liu Xing is unprecedentedly great.

This Taoist heart is a scourge. I don't know when, anytime, anywhere, it makes Liu Xing feel at ease.

This thing will be cleared out sooner or later. I'm afraid it's not so easy to have a snowball fight, but it's what Liu Xing wants to do most. Liu Xing didn't want his heart to be taken away.

Half a year has passed, but my grandfather still hasn't come back. But at this moment, although the divine sky is silent, it is an undercurrent. On this day, a Xu Yanshan disciple from the outer door rushed into the country and cried and begged for help inside the door. Liu Xing knew that the comfortable days had come to an end.

Think about it, I should also go to the poor family. I have been back for so long. If I don't visit the poor family, I will feel uneasy.

He walked down the wooden hall and wanted to hear what happened to the disciple.

People, like the breeze, suddenly appeared in the council hall, and no one even found an extra Liu Xing.

The hall was quiet and depressing, and only the little disciple's sobs came out from time to time.

After a while, Mu Chongxi's voice sounded extremely heavy.

"... More than 30 wooden halls have been destroyed, so what about the disciples?" Xuyi Mountain, like the heavenly emperors in the heads of the gods, there are secular disciples and halls in the kingdom of heaven below. It's just that the scale of the wooden hall is much smaller. In countless small countries, there are less than a hundred wooden halls, and the disciples are all fortune-telling people, some life-saving doctors who treat diseases and save people. Such disciples will not cause trouble at all. Unexpectedly, they will be affected by the war in the kingdom of heaven and destroy the hall and hurt people.

Together with Mu Chongxi's anger, the power flowed in the discussion hall, which was more depressing and heavy.

"Master Tai, my disciples are eager to protect the hall. More than 500 people have died and more than 1,000 injured..." The disciple cried, "It's just a group of disciples who have no place to wear, and the dark hall is still suppressing us..."

"Where are you now?"

"I have retreated to the cold mountain, and there is nowhere to go. I hope Master Hong can save me."

Mu Chongxi slowly stood up, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go there in person to see the power of the dark master."

Liu Xing suddenly asked, "What kind of person is the Dark Lord?"

Listening to his question, people found that they didn't know when he had come to the hall. All the people in the hall were some great masters, but they hardly noticed that Liu Xing's cultivation was beyond their imagination.

Mu Chongxi said, "The dark religion got up suddenly, and it was also a lot of war, which was a cult of all sentient beings. However, the master is said to be very good. He once fought with the two heavenly emperors, and the two heavenly emperors joined hands and failed to subdue. Instead, it made the dark religion famous and has been pressed on the four heavenly emperors. Come on, you help your uncle suppress the mountain. Door, my uncle will meet the master in person for a while.

Liu Xing heard that the two heavenly emperors did not please him well in the hands of the dark master. He already knew that his uncle's trip was more auspicious. The emperor of heaven had learned for himself, which was certainly not as good as his father-in-law, but compared with his uncle, he was one piece higher.

Liu Xing thought for a moment, smiled gently and said, "Exuncle, can you let your nephew go out for a walk, but look at the master, so that he won't disturb your reunion with my mother. I'm also tired of being on the mountain and want to go out for a walk. In addition, I should also have a look at the poor family. That crazy woman can't let her live in the world, and this trip will be solved together.

He said lightly, but above the hall, everyone changed color.

The poor family and the crazy woman in his mouth are the well-deserved peaks of the divine sky...