Authentic Magic Gate

Outside the area surrounded by stone peaks, three monk monks explored in the air, and their consciousness spread out, covering a radius of thirty miles. One of them is Elder Gaoyue in Yulong City.

Gao Yue carefully searched for a full quarter of an hour before saying: "There is no trace, how about you?"

Tianluomen and Mo Xiezong ’s monk monk shaking his head shook his head and said, “No, no traces can be found at all. Brother Gao, let ’s go back, these two teams are missing, it ’s enough to report Zongmen.”

Gao Yue looked somber and said, "One of them is the disciple of the city master. Continue to check for a while."

Mo Xiezong's knotted princess Xiu frowned: "Brother Gao, the enemy who attacked the trial squad fled. We have also checked. It is the foundation monk of the Taoist sect. The enemy's tentacles are already so close. Waiting for the support of the sect. If there is a monk Jiedan attacking the city, the loss will be even greater. "

The elders of Tianluomen also said the same, and persuaded Gao Yue to turn around immediately.

According to the rules, three people walked together and there were already two people going back. Gao Yue had no choice. He stared down at him and said, "Wait for me."

Let's just say, Gao Yue casts a spell, and thirty-six brilliances descend from the sky, blasting into the ground below, leaving a clear mark.

"Let's go." After Gao Yue left the spell mark, he reluctantly followed the two monk monks away. It will take several months for the spell mark to disappear. Once the disciples of Yulong City appear, they will be able to sense it. With the legacy of this spell, they can know it within three hundred miles.

Ye Ting didn't know that the outsiders were looking for two teams. He collected his mind, stabilized his emotions, and slowly turned the Qinglian sword song to the second page.

In the center of the yellowed paper, a mark of ink hits the fundus, a stroke from top to bottom, straight and vertical.

A voice sounded in Ye Ting Zifu's sea of ​​knowledge without warning, and the silt could not block it.

"Ye Ting, you can be guilty!"

Ye Ting's soul sits in the green lotus, pure and flawless, all impurities are taken away by the causal force, he is a little dazed, what is my sin?

This feeling was too short, and Ye Ting didn't realize it. Immediately, in the silt, the memory of Shi X shivered with this voice.

Ye Ting couldn't recall anything, but felt the soul tremble and the emotions in his heart struck.

This thought has no cause and no effect, but leaves Ye Ting burst into tears. A sword was silent and silent, appeared in Zifu's knowledge of the sea, and fell into Ye Ting's soul.

Ye Ting's 3,610 acupuncture points were shaking at the same time. Among the souls, the sword sword of time, the sword sword of Qinglian Nuhai and the sword sword's second sword sword were entangled and merged with each other.

Looking at the sword score again, there are a few more lines of writing under the vertical ink marks.

That said: Seventeen years, Devil Weeping Country Master trained 30,000 babies as a weapon.

Handwriting Dragon and Phoenix dance, but without the madness like the first one, but condensed with indescribable pain, and turned into an image in front of Ye Ting's eyes.

Miles of Han Hai, the male city stands upright, on both sides of the long yellow street, the people kneel down. One hundred and eighty strong men with naked upper bodies carried a giant dragon. Above the giant dragon, in the center of the golden lotus seat, stood a thin monk.

The monk was dressed in a pale red cassock, his eyebrows were down, and he had compassion.

Ju Yu stopped, and the young Tsing Yi Iron Sword stopped in front of him. The monk suddenly opened his eyes, and in his pupils, a blood-red vortex reversed, and yellow sand flew up, turning into a red, like a rolling sea of ​​blood, rushing towards the teenager. In the red sand, the cry of babies sounded terribly.

The boy ignored him and looked sad. He raised the iron sword and screamed: "Don't cry, you can be guilty!"

In the eyes of the monk, the **** vortex just stopped, and the young man's figure had turned into a meteor, leaping, and the sword fell. The monk's neck broke and a head flew into the sky.

In the red sand, 30,000 blood babies were inexplicably angry and rushed towards the teenager. On the young man, the blue lotus shadow blooms and spreads.

Looking at the teenager again, his eyebrows raised like a sword, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He looked around the kneeling people on both sides of the long street and abandoned the sword. On the long street, the boy ’s voice echoed: for the tiger ...

Qinglian sword song second form-ask for guilt.

Three thousand six hundred and ten acupuncture points in Ye Ting withered at the same time, and there was no energy at all. While the Purple House knows the sea, the soul on the green lotus of the Devil Realm grieves and can't help itself.

He didn't know where to regret it. The memory of the tenth century was stuck in the mud.

Master, I'm sorry for you!

The sand grains formed by the memory trembled in the mud, but he should not be greedy, and he stretched out his hand, so that the Buddha industry defiled the gods list, destroyed the sect door, and the 300,000 miles of rivers and mountains fell, millions of years The inheritance is cut off.

Ask about crime, but ask about the karma of previous life.

Qinglian sword song's rhythm flows, and the condensed article appears quietly. This article needs no comprehension and reaches the hearts of people. The deeper the pain, the faster the enlightenment.

Thirty-six thousand and ten acupuncture points contracted, the true qi gradually condensed, all the acupoints were shrunk by a hundred times, and the true qi condensed by a hundred times. The condensate was consummated and a glimpse into the doorway.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Ting opened his eyes and his cheeks were cold. In his eyes, the sorrow remained, but he did not know where the emotions came from.

Asked what kind of crime is, he already knew. What he is like, he cannot understand.

Break the other person's defense with his own pain. As soon as the other party's heart is broken, they will naturally invite Jianyi to come and kill him. In the sword spectrum, the teenager is just the condensate, and the Devil May Cry Master has already formed a pill.

I learned this sword myself, but I don't know the cause and effect.

It hurts, it hurts!

The writing on the sword spectrum, like a sharp blade, rolled in Ye Ting's heart. Ye Ting slowly lay down and turned his head, both Jianpu and Diyanjian were in front of him. The following is a free world, everything is upside down. I was trapped here, a person was hurt and weeping, so lonely.

Ye Ting, to live.

Father's face emerged, looking lovingly at Ye Ting's eyes.

Okay, I want to live. Regardless of previous life, just look at this life!

Ye Ting suddenly sat up, grabbed Di Yan Jian in his hand, and screamed angrily: "Ye Ting, you can be guilty!"

The space is full of Ye Ting's echo. You are guilty! You know guilt ...

A sword light illuminates in Ye Ting's Zifu Sea of ​​Knowledge, slashing towards Ye Ting's soul. In Ye Ting's soul, Jianguang also flew up and greeted him.

"I am not guilty."

Yeting closed his sword, his voice trembling, and said to himself.

In Zifu's knowledge of the sea, Jianguang fought and dissipated in pairs. Ye Ting instantly felt exhausted both physically and mentally. He consumed more than 90% of his real energy, and was almost exhausted.

The soul on Qinglian also fell slowly, and Qinglian closed, protecting Ye Ting's soul. Ye Ting fell into a lethargy, but he was still sitting on the ground, holding Yan Yanjian with his four-foot sword across his knees.

Woke up again, three days later, Ye Ting felt full of energy and the pain in his heart disappeared. Asking for guilt turned out to be such a practice method, and repeatedly sharpened one's own soul.

This sword is more dangerous than Qinglian's angry sea. It is easy to learn by oneself, but difficult to master.

Because I am a little scared now, I am afraid that when I go to practice again, the sword will not come down. In pain, making choices is easy, and being in peace means losing courage.

Without questioning, you can continue to practice. Qinglian sword song has been generated, and it is always flowing. 3,610 acupuncture points are extremely full. I no longer worry about stealing the true energy from the ten-party purgatory space.

Now that swordsmanship has gained insight, why bother to pursue success?

Look back and see that after his self-incrimination and cultivation, the power of Qinglian's wrath has obviously increased, and the subsequent changes are all in his own heart. This feeling of control is that it has not been the time to control the sky.

Practice, or not practice?

Ye Ting looked at the reflection under him, and couldn't help thinking of the lights on the other side of the dragon sacrifice platform. At that time, did you ever hesitate?

Ye Ting's eyes gradually became firmer. He slowly raised Di Yanjian and said with a deep voice: "Ye Ting, you can be guilty!"

Since then, in addition to drinking spirit liquid, Ye Ting replenishes nutrients, restores true energy, and is free again. With a cry, he was in a coma for a shorter period of time.

The pain in his heart never decreased, but his soul grew stronger. The sword spirit in the soul solidified, and each time the showdown with the coming sword light dissipated, the speed of recovery was accelerating.

On the 66th day, Ye Ting did not fall into a coma when he cut out the 100th sword.

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Asking about the crime, so far!

Joy suddenly struck, Ye Ting lost the Diyan sword, and his hands formed a Lei Yin. In the laughter, Mo Lei's three blows were released continuously, without even using the Zhutian Lei Ban Dan.

Although only one sword can be cut, but after one sword, he still has combat power. The destruction of a hundred swords will eventually pay off.

Put away Lei Yin, Ye Ting calculated the time. If the master didn't come within a hundred days, he had to use the escape character. After counting for sixty-six days, I don't care about waiting for thirty-four days.

Every time the escape character is used, it is equal to consuming the master ten years of life. Anyway, my little Zhu Tian Lei Yin failed, it is better to continue to practice here.

When Ye Ting was at sea, Xiao Zhutian Lei Yin was nearing a breakthrough. Only a malicious look awoke him. Now that the environment is closed, it just happens to make up for the regrets of the last time.

Bluestone is weird, hard and abnormal, and the place where your sword symbol tries to attack will slowly recover. When used as a target, the effect is better than the cloak demon.

Ye Ting is not in a hurry, first take the spirit liquid to restore true energy. When the state of the body was adjusted to the best, Ye Ting released the Sky Lei Ban Dan.

With previous experience, Ye Ting's hands changed with Leiyin's speed, getting faster and faster. In the cave, the bluestone powder was flying, and the thunder sound was rolling, repeatedly stirring. Ye Ting did not control it, and Qi was quickly consumed. Seeing that the true energy was about to dry up, Ye Ting dispelled the Lei Yin, took a demon with Yuan Yuan Dan, and slowly activated the Dan pattern with the Demon God's spell-breaking method, before swallowing the belly.

Is full of vitality, endless, Ye Tingchang screamed, and then his hands were sealed with thunder.

When the three kinds of thunder seals in his hand no longer changed, and merged into one, a thunder light burst out without warning, blasting on the stone wall. A big bucket-like hole appeared, reaching ten feet deep!