Fantasy: Inherited in the same vein, the master fights with domineering power

Holy in heaven.

Liu Qu, who was kneeling on the ground, was a little distracted for a moment.

Holy!

Can it be higher than the sky?

No wonder those holy cultivators in the heavens are so arrogant. He thought that he had defeated the saints by relying on some opportunities. As long as he made that aloof gesture, he could be like those saints.

But I don't think that the lofty posture of a true saint is not something that can be achieved.

"Look, you don't know this." Looking at Liu Qu who was a little distracted, the white-browed old man also whispered softly, "In that case, how do you count your holy realm?"

"Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Liu Qu suddenly opened his eyes and shouted angrily.

"It's all fake that the saints are above the sky. All the monks in the sky are below the sky, how can they reach the sky!!!"

"Heavenly Dao!"

"There is no need for you to make up such lies in order to receive my Holy Source and Holy Root!"

Hearing this, the white-browed old man actually laughed.

"Thank you for your respect for us. If all the monks in the world are as you think, then I won't have to work so hard. At this time, I hope you are really in the holy realm."

In fact, the white-browed old man wanted to say that he was a coward.

truth.

What Tiandao did was really cowardly.

The holy realms in the heavens really didn't give him face, not to mention those from the Wanjian Sect. In order to take back the Golden Lotus of Heavenly Dao from Huangquan, he almost got beaten by two big-eared melon seeds.

Fortunately, Pingxin was a loyal man and grabbed the emperor.

Think about it,

After all, he is also a god, and he wants to save face to some extent. In front of monks like Liu Qu who have no hope of setting foot in the holy realm in this life, he still can't express his feelings.

"Fake, fake, all fake!"

Liu Qu, who was kneeling on the ground, shook his head, suddenly stood up and grabbed the white-browed old man.

"Leave my holy source behind."

"Hey, it's a little too late to move now." The white-browed old man did not move away. He put two fingers of his right hand together and pointed forward. The majestic breath of heaven suppressed Liu Qu and made him unable to move.

"You are presumptuous!"

The restrained Liu Qu struggled desperately, feeling the loss of his holy source.

"I am Liu Sheng of Leiyu, I am a saint!!!"

"Don't say it so big. Even if you really realize that you are a saint, you are only a half-saint, not a true saint." The white-browed old man explained with a smile, "A half-saint is like a saint, but also a false saint, a false saint. A saint needs merit to become a true saint, and a half-saint is not actually a saint!"

"what!!!"

Liu Qu roared and struggled desperately, but the white-browed old man standing half a meter away from him looked calm.

"Stop struggling."

"What binds you is the breath of heaven. It cannot be broken under the holy realm. If you are in the holy realm, then this breath of heaven will be useless to you. This time, you should understand why the saint is above the sky, right?"

"When you reach the holy realm, the breath of heaven can no longer suppress you."

"pity..."

"You are not in the holy realm, so it will be easy to deal with you."

The old man with white eyebrows was absorbing the holy source of Liuqu. Taking advantage of this time to be idle, he smiled and whispered.

"While I'm at it, I'll explain it to you."

"My coming here to see you is really related to your insulting me. Although I am a little annoyed, you are yelling that I am blind day and night, but I actually have very good eyesight."

"As for why you are here."

"To put it bluntly, you are unlucky. I am not here to find out that you are a fake saint. Maybe I will find out in the future, and it may be hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years later."

"There are so many scrolls in the heavens, I really can't be bothered to read them."

"You~"

"It's really bad luck."

The old man with white eyebrows shook his head slightly and sighed with eyes full of emotion.

No matter how Liu Qu broke the Saint, he did have the Saint Source and Saint Root. For the monks in the heavens, being able to reach this point is considered rare.

However, it’s not good to offend anyone, it’s Xu Anshan!

Forget it.

He was also talked about by Xu Anshan.

Does he dare to come? If he doesn't come to deal with Liuqu's holy source, Xu Anshan might find his head somewhere. How can he bear this?

It's good that he came, but if Jiang Daoli came too...

Seeing that he is about to retire.

He wanted a good death.

It's not...

Hearing Xu Anshan's words, he rushed here without stopping. During this period, he also looked through Liu Qu's resume. He happened to see this old man criticizing him day and night, and he happened to see the blank of his breaking the saint.

Live!

He must capture this holy source.

"Holy Source, my Holy Source!!!" Liu Qu, who was bound, watched helplessly as his Holy Source poured into the hands of the white-browed old man, feeling that the Holy Source in his body became increasingly thinner.

Wait until the last drop of the holy source is drained away.

From the center of Liu Qu's eyebrows, a colorful grass appeared and fell into the hands of the white-browed old man.

"Colorful grass?"

"What kind of holy root you have to condense the Holy Saint, it is not consistent with your attributes. This is what the Grass Plant Po Saint should condense. You are a Qinghu. Even if you condense it, you should condense the murderous aura that is stronger. If you want it, Otherwise, even if you continue to practice, you will only get twice the result with half the effort."

"I have done a good deed."

"Unplug this holy root from you, otherwise you will be backlashed in the future."

The shimmering colorful grass disappeared into the palm of the white-browed old man.

The holy source and holy roots are completely eliminated.

The white-browed old man also took back the Breath of Heaven. Without the restraint of Breath of Heaven, Liu Qu collapsed on the ground.

"Do you have anything else to say? If you are dissatisfied with my behavior, you can complain to me."

"I want to complain!" Liu Qu, who was lost in despair, suddenly became energetic. "I want to complain to you. What qualifications do you have to take away the Holy Source and Holy Root that belong to me? Since I already own it, I am the Holy Realm."

"Well, for the record, this complaint should be about my violent law enforcement."

The white-browed old man tilted his head and whispered to the handsome monk beside him.

"What did you tell him to do? I want to complain about you!" Liu Qu shouted angrily, and the white-browed old man nodded clearly, "I know you are complaining about me, but the person you want to complain about is him, he is in charge of this matter .”

The white-browed old man raised his finger and pointed at the handsome young man.

"I would also like to introduce to you that this is the next Heavenly Dao of our world. He will handle all complaints against me. He is also my disciple."

For a moment, Liu Qu was stunned.

"apprentice?"

"Then what's the difference between you and me not complaining?"

"There's just no difference." The white-browed old man shrugged. "Complaining is just a place for you to vent. As for whether it has any effect, it is up to us to decide internally. Whether it feels dark or not, the reality is so dark. The final right of interpretation lies with us. The way of heaven is in his own hands.”

"If that's the case, no one will be able to care about you!"

"Tsk, that's what I said."

The white-browed old man said with a smile.

"Saints can take care of us. If you feel dissatisfied, then cultivate to the holy realm and then come to judge me. Unfortunately, you have no chance. According to the records on your scroll, you are going to have a banquet."

"If there's nothing else, we'll leave."

“Complaints are welcome~”

shuh~~~

The white-browed old man and the handsome monk disappeared, just as they had come, unable to sense even the slightest spatial fluctuation.

Liu Qu, who had lost his holy source, sat in a daze.

"Holy source, holy root, my holy source, holy root..."

"what!!!"

Liuqu, who was paralyzed on the ground, suddenly turned red and struck everything in front of him. At this moment, a crack opened in his cave, and a thick willow tree suddenly appeared in his cave.

With a loud bang, both ends of the cave were shattered.

At the same time, Xu Anshan also walked out of the crack. When he came out, an alchemy furnace was thrown towards him. He subconsciously moved the alchemy furnace out of the way and looked at the mess in Liuqu Cave.

"I'm unloading the weights, it hurts like this!"

"Silly old man..."

"You should give yourself an anesthetic!"

"Shengga, who doesn't feel pain!"

(Thanks to 'a?boom?' Brother Zouzhuo for the extravagance, tweet~)

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Ten more updates are presented! ! !

Master Tang thinks that he has given a satisfactory answer. With ten chapters of explosive content, he has broken his own record of explosive updates.

As for how many points he can get in the exam, Master Sugar doesn't know.

No matter how,

Master Sugar has worked hard.

In life, just work hard and have no regrets.

The last two hours.

If there is still a chance, the treasures are rushing.

Top ten, maybe it can only be a dream.

If you don't get stolen if you reach the top [-], Master Sugar will burst into tears~

To all the peak masters and ancestors of Wanjian Sect, and to all the precious sons who are following me, I am very grateful to you for your continued companionship and support. Master Tang will do his best and obey the destiny.

Master Sugar can’t write anymore, and he can’t boil it anymore. If he boils it any longer, he’ll have to eat. Let’s moisturize it first~

Make some electricity, then shamelessly ask for a gift~

Great!