Ten God Emperor

At this moment, the Wutai area was extraordinarily quiet. The snow flakes fell from the dome, and the chills were sprinkled with a little bit of chill. After a while in the midair, the light fell.

The rest of the cloud rests in the same place, and there is no expression on his face. The whole body has a faint scent of ice and snow.

It doesn't linger.

Asked to hold a long sword, his expression was slightly stagnation, and the movements in his hands could not help but stop. Looking at the white snow gradually accumulating on the broad blade, there was some sadness in the eyebrows.

"Why is that."

Asked how to frown slightly, the palm of the hand gently pressed the position of the chest, feeling that there are two feelings of ice and fire in the alternating rise, and then derived a sad feeling that is difficult to suppress.

The broad blade stopped at a distance of about an inch from the body of the cloud, and it trembled slightly. It seemed that the blade also felt the master's mood and began to struggle with pain.

"Ask you, brother, what's wrong with this, why did you suddenly stop?"

The relationship between the roller and the questioner in the player's seat is intimate. It is a good friend who has nothing to say. When he sees the strange look that the other person suddenly reveals, he can't help but be suspicious.

"Because snow."

The cold voice rang from the ear, and the road looked like the sound, and saw the Yu Xueji, who had always been silent, slowly lifting the jade arm and spreading the slender hand of the white, letting the snow fall to the palm.

The palm of the hand was gently gripped, and the slender eyebrows of Yu Xueji gently picked it up. It seemed to mutter to himself: "I can turn my emotions into changes in nature and quietly blend into it, even if I am immersed. Ice and snow have not been able to do this for many years, but he can understand it in a short moment. It must have been experienced some cold pains that are unknown."

Yu Xueji cultivates ice and snow all the year round. For this snow falling suddenly, it is natural to see through it. The martial arts at this moment is like sinking in a foggy fog, with a little chill in the fog. In the cold, there is a sadness of despair.

In addition to Yu Xueji, Su Xuan and Ming Chen on the rostrum also frowned at the same time.

"Ming old, it seems that something is wrong with this situation... What did the cloud break the child do?"

"The mental power is clear, suspended in the sky, the vitality is turbid, sinking to the ground... If the clear and turbid two gases are out of balance, the heavens and the earth will reverse the flow of yin and yang, and even extreme lightning phenomena such as lightning and thunder, volcanic earthquakes. .. Later, when people refer to changes in the heavens and the earth, when they cultivate their vitality and mental strength, they will intentionally balance the two energies to distort the breath in the surface."

The dust and the frown slowly said slowly: "But the child is in the spirit of the body, plus the fire of the gods, the absorption of spiritual power is like filling a bottomless pit, but the soul of the world without the Lord can refine Absorption, so the growth of spiritual strength is far more than the vitality... At this moment, he has just emerged from the realm of the flowering world, his mental power is turbulent, and it is difficult to suppress himself. It was originally the best time to break through the great spiritual master. However, if he is forced to break into the realm of the nine-star martial arts, it will inevitably lead to the imbalance of the spirits in the body... the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"But if he wants to defeat the nephew, he must break through to the spiritual realm." Su Xuan also reveals grace at this moment, and he is willing to be safe and private. He hopes that Yunxi can be safe and sound. After all, for Qingling College, this is excellent. The disciples can be described as ancient and modern.

If the dust is thoughtful, he nodded. "A long time ago, the rest was in the realm of the great spiritual master. It is only one step away from the psychic. Now the mental power is raised again, and the distance from the psychic is even more unlimited. Close, and the difference between the great spirit and the realm of the psychic is that whether the surrounding climate change can be manipulated through mental power, the current rest has touched this threshold faintly, and the snow in front should be his spiritual power. Chemical."

Obviously, the dust is very embarrassing in the heart. If Yunchao really breaks through the realm of the psychic, it is equivalent to breaking the limit balance that his body can bear. It is hard to imagine what will happen to the future cultivation.

The snow is still falling quietly. The whole stage of the martial arts has already had a thick layer of snow. Qiao slowly separated from the inner pain and struggle, and his eyes looked at the cloud break not far away. Difficultly cracked the cracked mouth: "I said Yun Xi Shi brother... This is the end of the matter, why are you struggling?"

At this moment, the cloud robes, the whole body robes have been covered by ice and snow. If there is still a burst of breath, I am afraid that he is already a dead person in the eyes of outsiders.

Indulge in a moment, asks to hold the hilt, and the purple energy flows into the body again, then fiercely infuse into the blade, and the blade continues to extend until it reaches the edge of the martial arts. The broad blade emits a shimmering wave. Where the momentum is oppressed, a deep gully bursts on the stage.

"Tai Chi Yu Yuan Jian!"

The huge swords swept through the air, and the whistling winds began to blow up, turning into the wind and waves, and swept away toward the body of Yunchao. The wind would blow the snow on the martial arts, and the clouds covered the body. The ice and snow fell apart, and even the frozen solidified face began to distort and deform under this strong pressure.

"Cloud break!"

In the audience, a red figure smashed up and shouted at the martial arts platform: "You are waking up to me! You are not going to take the top of the seven sons of Qingling? Isn't that your best chance now? Why are you pretending to die?"

The sound echoed in the entire square, and it was also at the moment when the sword gas was about to come. The cloud movement of the original body itself did not move, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the darkness of the scorpion was like a real wave of light diffusing from the depths of the pupil, and then Spread around and spread.

"Booming!"

In the sky, like a thunder and thunder, on the ground, a trace of silk cracked from the soles of his feet, and the spiritual lines on the forehead of the cloud suddenly began to show a strong green light.

"This is... true spirit."

Looking at the vision that suddenly broke out on the stage of the martial arts, the dust on the rostrum suddenly stood up, staring at the body of Yunchao, and was very surprised to say: "Be able to put the mental power freely, can break through at any time. The realm of the psychic, this is the real great master!"

Through the body of the spirit, the cloud breaks through the direct absorption of the soul, so that their spiritual strength grows rapidly, but these souls are not completely refining, and they still have the relic of the seven passions, but after this time, these hidden dangers are There is no loss, and the spiritual power in his coffin will have a qualitative change.