True Martial World

"No wind!"

Qin Zhengyang was angry and angry. Although this son was not a weapon, he was his son after all. He had a life of martial arts and had a woman who loved him deeply. This woman was killed for him because of Qin Zhengyang’s hatred. This is Qin Zhengyang’s heart. Forever pain. Although the son she left behind, although not a device, but Qin Zhengyang still moved and loved.

At the beginning, Yi Yun was also for his son, and the enemy, Yu Yuxi, was finally saved, and now he was scrapped by the Tianhuo sacred hand!

"Ha ha ha! Qin Zhengyang, the devil has already handed over the heavens of all things to me. In the future, I will be patronized by the three things, you will wait!"

During the talk of the celestial hand, the body shot into the air like a sharp arrow, and then the body was split at high altitude, turning into dozens of ghosts scattered, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

What is this trick?

Seeing this scene, thousands of real people, returning to the sky are all powerless, although they are confident that they can suppress the sacred hands of the sky, but even the shadows can not grasp, what can be?

At this point, Qin Zhengyang has fallen to the side of Qin Wufeng, watching his son Dan Tian burst, the whole body is blood, Qin Zhengyang is also uncomfortable.

"Oh... save... save me..."

Qin Wufeng said with difficulty, he extended his blood-stained hand, as if to grasp something, his eyes filled with hope and unwillingness.

Qin Zhengyang shook his head, everything was fixed. He knew the character like a younger son. Even if it was not a sacred hand, he would have such a day sooner or later.

"In the future, you will be safe and secure, be a mortal."

After Qin Zhengyang finished, he shot a medicinal herb into the mouth of Qin Wufeng.

"I..." Hearing the words of Qin Zhengyang, the hope in Qin Wufeng’s eyes turned into despair. He coughed up a blood, and seemed to be unable to bear the blow, and directly fainted.

Qin Zhengyang sighed and said nothing.

"Qin Bobo." The white fox princess appeared, and silently walked to Qin Zhengyang. Before the Tianhuo sacred hand suddenly came, she was still retreating, and Qin Wufeng flirted with the maid in the yard, and naturally suffered the first time.

When the white fox princess heard the sound, it was already late. Even if she had time, she could not save Qin without wind.

"I'm sorry..." said the white fox princess.

"Don't blame you, you can't stop the skyfire sage. You can only blame himself. If he can have some of your strength, he may stick to it under the hands of Skyfire, and wait until I come to save him."

Qin Zhengyang rushed to the city government office the first time, still late.

"Qin Bobo, the ‘magic spirit’ that the Tianhuo sage said just now is not known. If he is ordered by the devil to deal with the heavenly things, then the disaster is not as simple as a plague...”

"Yes, I am afraid that the entire Yangshen Emperor will be robbed. I have always hoped to find Yi Yun. Now, I hope he will not come out. Yi Yun is too young to bear such a tide. Let your master come back and trouble her again..."

When Qin Wufeng spoke, looking into the distance, his brows were wrinkled together. He had just settled the situation of the Tianfu Tianfu. After a few years of quiet days, he was still struggling.

......

No years of cultivation, in the small world where Yi Yun retreats, the sun is still shining and the grass is sloppy.

Yi Yun sat on the stone bed in the Chamber of Secrets, and beside him, it was the shape of the Lingquan.

Over the years, when Yi Yun was in the realm of retreat, this sinister shape has always accompanied him and provided him with the vitality of heaven and earth.

The shape of Lingquan has been absorbed by Yiyun, and the original Lingquan is now only a trickle.

At this time, Yi Yun gently waved his hand. From the shape of the spring, several soy-sized spring water floated up, and their essence began to condense and became a Mongolian group. Yi Yun opened his mouth and opened them. Swallowed down.

These small groups of spring water enter the meridians of Yiyun, slowly blending into the Dantian of Yiyun, and deep into the roots of the Aoki Shinshu tree.

Nowadays, Yiyun directly refines a little spring water every day. This morphologically shaped spring has been unconsciously transferred to the roots of the Aoki Shinshu tree, forming the roots of the Aoki Shinshu tree, nourishing the growth of the **** tree.

The repair of Yi Yun, not long ago, broke through the four dimensions of the Taoist Palace.

At this moment, Yi Yun suddenly heard the voice of the evil child outside the retreat room.

"Yi Yun brother, can I come in? I feel a group of people on the ground are approaching."

“Oh?” Yi Yun’s slight glimpse, for so many years, he chose this retreat to be inaccessible. Usually only some small animals will drink near the lake. Today, a group of people came to this deep mountain Daze. Rare.

Yi Yun opened the door and saw Ling Xie's pretty child standing at the door of the secret room. His face was blushing. The power of her blood was also very strong. The body completely condensed into a solid and energetic.

If you don't know that Ling Xie is a spirit, you will definitely think that she is a living little girl.

Speaking of it, Ling Xie Er has been practicing since the beginning, and the soul power is simply leaps and bounds. This cultivation talent is really against the sky.

But it is not surprising that she thought that she was originally a spirit derived from the evil spirits.

As the strength of the evil child increased, her body began to grow, and she grew up an inch. From the original ten-year-old look, she became eleven or two years old, pure and lovely, but a little more. The girl’s beautiful.

"What are these people?"

"It’s all military, it’s very bad to see them. There are still a few people who are hurt.”

Now that Ling Xinger’s strength has increased greatly, he has the ability to swim outside the small world. The evil child is a lively temper. Because Yi Yun has been retiring for a long time, only the evil child is alone, let her stay in this chamber for decades. It’s always a bit stuffy.

She did not dare to go out privately. She was afraid of exposing Yi Yun’s retreat. She used the way of the gods to see the scenery in the canyon, watching the deer drink water and watching the rabbits graze.

Today, she was also idle, and she saw a group of people fleeing into the mountains and forests. Here, she arranged a hidden array of methods, as if she had to rest for a few days, and told Yi Yun.

"Is there a wound on my body?"

Yi Yun slightly sinks and said: "Let's go out and see."

"Going out? Really?" Ling Xing's heart was a joy. She was trapped in the funeral sand sea before. She finally went out with Yi Yun, but she was in a coma. When she woke up, she followed Yi Yun to retreat. She hasn't gone to the world outside to see it.

"Well, I should almost go out, this time, it’s been a long time."

Yi Yun stretched his body, got up from the stone bed, and cultivated into a state of complete self-forgetting. He did not know how the years passed, and he did not know how many years passed.

In recent years, Yi Yun feels that his cultivation speed has slowed down noticeably. He understands that he has begun to touch a small bottleneck.

Wushu cultivation, it is impossible to rely only on retreat, must go out to experience, fight, sometimes a chance to coincide with the epiphany, it is equivalent to a long-term closure.

Yi Yun used to be a chance, too many epiphany, lack of time to digest, will choose such a long-term retreat, to consolidate the foundation, and now the purpose has been reached, he naturally should go out.

"Let's go, let's go out."

Yi Yun turned around and glanced at the small world he left. He planned to leave all this here. The important herbs, he has already collected, and there are only some things that have no effect on himself, such as some work. Law jade, low-grade medicinal relics, weapons seized at hand.

With the exhaustion of energy in the future, there may be a young man coming here, and finding these things is a chance.

Thinking of this, Yi Yun felt a little bit guilty. Once upon a time, he could only rely on the air to enter the relics left by the predecessors and gain opportunities. Unconsciously, he has now become a predecessor who can leave vestiges and opportunities for others. .