Opening Sign To Buddha Palm

Su Qin sat in the Lotus Position with a smile on his face.

During this period of time, in addition to stabilizing the newly formed mini-Realm, Su Qin often experienced the magical functions of Realm.

As a means that at least the Seventh Stage myth can be expected to master, Realm is far more than just killing enemies.

At least Su Qin spent this period of time pondering and found that Realm has various effects such as body protection, concealment, and saving people.

In addition, Su Qin also found that if he wanted to, Realm's coverage was far more than a hundred feet.

Baizhang is only the scope of Su Qin's complete control.

Within this hundred meters, Su Qin is the creator, omnipotent.

And once Realm's coverage exceeds a hundred feet, Su Qin's control begins to decline.

To put it simply, if a Seventh Stage heavenly myth falls into Su Qin Baizhang Realm, it will not borrow a trace of strength, and it will still be slaughtered by Su Qin, and he will not even be able to escape.

But if Su Qin spreads Realm to a thousand feet, if the Seventh Stage myth falls into it, although it will still be greatly suppressed, it will not be without resistance.

At least it will struggle a few times.

"Next, in addition to continuing penance, we must continue to compress the power of heaven and earth, supplement Realm, and make it cover a larger area."

Su Qinfu's heart is full, and his thoughts fluctuate.

At his height, although the road ahead is not clear, he probably knows how to go.

Of course, for most mythological practitioners, knowing how to go and whether they can go are completely different things.

For example, a ninth-rank official of the Tang State knew that he only needed to be conscientious and work for the Tang State, and he might become a third-rank sergeant in the court.

However, among the thousands of ninth-rank officials in Tang, how many of them can climb to the third rank position?

Martial Dao cultivation, especially the myth road, is extremely difficult.

Knowing that it may not be possible.

You may not be able to touch it when you see it.

"Closed Door Training for another two months."

Su Qin was ready to get acquainted with the power of Realm again, and did not rush out.

Anyway, there is a Third Stage Heavenly Myth like Ruan Qing in Chang'an City. Generally speaking, there will be no problems, Su Qin Yele’s Closed Door Training cultivation.

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Just when Su Qin was in Closed Door Training.

Emperor Tang is in the Taiji Hall, discussing state affairs with his officials.

Sudden.

A forbidden army hurriedly rushed in, walked to Tang Huang's side, and whispered.

"what?"

Tang Huang's face changed drastically.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Tang ignored the discussion, and quickly walked out of the Taiji Hall and came to the imperial city.

"them?"

Tang Huang's complexion was extremely ugly.

Above the sky, there are six Daoist shadows looming. These six Daoist shadows are like beings looking high above all living beings, looking down on Chang'an City and Emperor Tang.

"who are they?"

Emperor Tang took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, I don't know." The commander of the Forbidden Army next to him looked solemn, and was silent for a while, then whispered: "However, these people should all be Martial Forest myths."

Only the myth of Martial Forest is able to protect the wind.

Therefore, even if the commander of the Forbidden Army has not seen the six Daoist shadows on the sky, he still knows that the opponent is at least the powerhouse of the Martial Forest mythical level.

The imperial army commander said this.

Tang Huang's face suddenly paled.

As usual, the appearance of one Martial Forest myth has already shocked the world, but now there are six people outside Chang'an City at the same time.

How did this make Emperor Tang calm.

"Your Majesty, the one on the far left should be the Patriarch of the Blood Killing Sect." The commander of the Forbidden Army seemed to have discovered something, and quickly whispered.

When Emperor Tang heard this, he immediately focused his eyes on the left side, and he saw a figure wearing a blood-colored robe also standing in the void.

"Trouble."

Tang Huang felt cold.

If the Patriarch of the Blood Killing Sect was not there, Emperor Tang would still have a trace of luck. He felt that these six Martial Forest myths might just pass by and take a look.

But now...

Emperor Tang only felt like falling into the abyss.

"His Majesty."

"What shall we do now?"

The Custodian commander asked in a low voice.

"wait."

Emperor Tang was full of powerlessness, "Look at what they want to do."

What else can they do besides waiting?

The six Martial Forest myths stand high in the void, and the ordinary army can't even touch each other, let alone encirclement and suppression.

Although there are a large number of bows and crossbows stocked in Chang'an City, who dares to use the six Martial Forest myths above?

Once the bow and crossbow are used, it is equivalent to completely tearing the face with the six Martial Forest myths. At that time, if the opponent shoots a massacre, who can stop it?

One Martial Forest myth can ignore the army of millions, let alone six?

And at the moment.

Above the sky.

Several disciples from the Shanghai Great Sect abroad were looking bored at the city of Chang'an below.

"There is a Third Stage weather, presumably the mythical Practitioner in Chang'an City." The Qingyi man with a sword said lightly.

"Third Stage Day?"

"amazing."

The Taoist priest in Taoist robes nodded slightly.

Being able to step into the realm of myths in this barren continent, or even the myth of the Third Stage, is the best choice regardless of aptitude and temperament.

"It's a pity, to become a mythical Practitioner, the foundation has been set, and it will never be possible to worship me and wait for Sect." A cold man in a black robe said.

"Okay, what should we do now? Directly suppress?" the rough man said dissatisfied.

"Suppress?"

The white-clothed woman Bing Ling turned her eyes, thought for a while, and said: "Tell them first. If you refuse, it won't be too late to kill."

Bing Ling is the contemporary goddess of the Snow God Palace, an overseas great teacher. If nothing happens, she will definitely become the Lord of the Snow God Palace in the future, the highest-ranking person on the court.

"In that case."

"Go down and say it."

The cold-clothed man swept his gaze and looked at the Patriarch of Blood in the corner.

In terms of status and identity, the blood killing of the Patriarch is not on the same level as them.

Whether it is a cold-clothed man in black, or anyone else, they are all the proud sons of all the ancestors.

As for the blood ancestors, they are just Rogue Cultivators. Although they have the strength of the Third Stage, they are far from the eyes of any of them.

If you don’t need someone to lead the way,

And the mythical Practitioner that the Patriarch of the Blood was born from this continent, they would not be with the Patriarch of the Blood.

"Yes."

The Patriarch of Blood Killing respectfully said.

soon.

The Patriarch of the Blood Killer took one step forward and appeared on the city wall.

"My lords give you two choices for Tang Guo." The Patriarch of the Blood Killer looked at Tang Huang and the others, and said lightly: "One is to surrender, and the other is to surrender after being suppressed by this adult. After half an hour, think about it before replying. ."

The Patriarch of Blood Killing didn't even look at Emperor Tang, then turned and left.

"Surrender?"

"Surrender after suppression?"

Tang Huang's face was green, and his whole body was trembling with anger.

"Your Majesty..." The commander of the Forbidden Army next to him also looked heavy.

The Patriarch of Blood Killing is not so much to give them two choices, but to directly let them surrender.

"Did the third brother show up?"

Emperor Tang took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, I haven't found the uncle of the country for the time being." The commander of the Forbidden Army shook his head.

The words came out.

Tang Huang's face paled again.

"Could it be that heaven is going to destroy my Tang country?" Tang Huang's expression was miserable.

And at the moment.

Above the sky.

The man in Tsing Yi with a long sword frowned: "Half an hour is up, has Tang Guo replied?"

"My lord, no." The Patriarch of the Blood Killer bowed.

"In that case, just suppress it." The cold black man said.

"Humph!"

"I've said that I have to suppress it, I must waste half an hour." The rough man snorted coldly, stepped forward, and stomped his foot severely.

Suddenly.

The vitality of the heaven and the earth shook, slowly pressing down towards the imperial city.

at this time.

The same force of heaven and earth emerged, blocking the rough man's blow.

I saw Ruan Qing slowly walked out of the East Palace, came to the city wall, and looked at the mythological practitioners.

"Mr. Ruan."

Emperor Tang sighed slightly.

"Your Majesty, I can only do my best, but if I can stop it, I can only let my fate..." Ruan Qing looked tragic.

In Ruan Qing's eyes, these disciples of the Supreme Sect had been cultivated by Sect since childhood. Whether it was Cultivation Technique, Secret Technique, or even the foundation, they were far superior to Rogue Cultivators Practitioner like Ruan Qing.

"I'll try it."

"It's been a long time since I made a move."

High in the sky, a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe stood up.

Upon seeing this, Ruan Qing also stood in the air, fighting each other with the Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes.

However.

The result was just as Ruan Qing expected. He was not a Taoist opponent at all. He was suppressed after only ten strokes. After 20 strokes, Ruan Qing directly vomited blood and was slapped flying.

This is still the Daoist's intention to keep his hands, otherwise Ruan Qing would not say that he fell on the spot, at least it was a serious injury.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Let you surrender and suffer less, why struggle?"

The rough man looked down at Tang Huang and the others and sneered.

Tang Huang's face was gray, and he held it tightly with both hands, not daring to refute it.

Because he knew that the lives of hundreds of people in Chang'an City at this moment depended on the rough man.

"Humph!"

The rough man sneered, and glanced at the palace with his spiritual thoughts at random.

"what?"

At this moment, the rough man gave a startled suspicion, and his spiritual thoughts focused on someone in a flash.

"He is a genius with thorough muscles and veins. Obediently come back with me."

The rough man stretched out his right hand, gathered it into a huge palm of vitality, and grabbed it somewhere in the palace.

"No, it's Wan'er." Tang Huang was shocked and recognized that the place where the rough man was grasping with his right hand was the residence of the emperor Li Wan.

"what is this?"

Li Wan was cultivating, but saw a huge palm quickly grabbed it.

"not good!"

Li Wan realized that it was not good and wanted to avoid it.

However, Li Wan is just a Practitioner in the middle and third realms, how could she escape the capture of a mythical Practitioner?

Just when Li Wanqiao's face was full of despair.

The huge palm grabbed by the rough man was close to Li Wan's body and was suddenly blocked by a faint barrier.

"Yep?"

"There is another mythical Practitioner?"

The rough man immediately recognized that the barrier on Li Wan was the method left by the myth Practitioner.

"But so what?"

The rough man has a stubborn face, just about to break through that barrier.

Under Chang'an city.

In the majestic Great Hall.

Su Qin opened his eyes silently.

"I was touched by the spirit that I left on Li Wan?"

Su Qin raised his head to look at the sky, and the huge divine thought swept across in a flash.

"you wanna die!"

Su Qin's eyes were calm, his right hand stretched out, and he saw a strange long knife that was oddly shaped like a sickle and curved like a full moon for him to pull out.

The long knife is as black as ink, and its face is extremely deep, like a black hole that swallows all living beings.

The next moment.

Su Qin held the Devil's Blade in his hand and cut it lightly.

Tear!

No one can describe the sharpness of this knife.

I saw the sky and the ground, turning into a dark ocean, and a long and narrow black gap appeared in the space. The black blades seemed to be able to cut the sky and the earth away in no time.

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