Daoist trigrams fly out from the Ten Directions, swimming around the surrounding space, interweaving strange mysteries and truths that penetrate the heart.
The space of great wisdom.
Naturally, Qing Yu had not yet reached the point where he could open up the Great Wisdom Space, but he could still create a space-like field within his surroundings by using the various mysteries.
When he was in the Great Wisdom Space, Qing Yu’s mental acuity grew exponentially, and his wise eyes glowed with divine light as he investigated the Qi of the three talents of heaven, earth and man.
“The Ji clan, inherited from the ancient times, belongs to the Emperor of Man. There is no shortage of people with the surname Ji, but this is the only family that has the martial arts skills of the Son of Heaven. Ji Muqing changed the Confucian divine Kung Fu to the Emperor’s martial arts to level the world, his origins are unpredictable ——”
Even Qing Yu, at this time, would not dare to say that he could change the Confucian martial arts without losing its meaning. The root of the origin of Ji Mu Qing’s ability to fuse the Ping Tian Tian and the Heavenly Son martial arts, may be as Qing Yu guessed that general, is after the human emperor.
The ten directions were spinning rapidly, and an inexplicable qi appeared from its top, creating a blurred image.
When Qing Yu saw this, his true qi input became more and more urgent, and the divine light in his eyes was so dazzling that it filled his entire eyes.
The image gradually became clearer and slowly emerged to its true form. The jade white gatehouse, the lush scenery, and the students coming and going.
“Mountain River Academy?”
“That’s right, among the Confucian sects, there are countless canonical texts, and it’s normal to have Ji’s related records.”
As Qing Yu was muttering, a white mist suddenly spread out from the image, seeming to gather in the middle and turn into something. Qing Yu smiled faintly and grabbed the spinning Ten Directions with one hand, stopping his calculations, and the image instantly collapsed and disappeared into nothingness.
“Meng Shanhe was quick to notice, but I’ve got what I want too.”
With Feng Jiuyu in Northern Zhou, it’s still no problem to borrow some books to check the origin of the Ji clan.
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In the middle of the Western Region, the wind is getting tighter, and there is constant friction between the PeaC*ck Legacy and the Cang Sheng Sect, but both sides are restrained.
Gradually, it seems that both sides have confirmed the sincerity of the other side, and the conflicts have tightened up, and they have begun to tacitly exclude other forces in the Western Region.
Kartium, a large gathering place, is naturally the largest gathering place for other forces. Here, there were traffickers who smuggled with the Great Qian, vicious people who ran from all over the world, and some spies from the Great Qian side.
The PeaC*ck Remnant and the Cang Sang followers went completely mad, shouting the names of the gods they believed in and slaughtering all those who were not from either side. All at once, blood and wailing spread through Karthim.
Killings and counter-killings took place in this desert city. Among those who were the prey, there was no shortage of sharp-jawed tigers and wolves, ready to become the hunters and kill the Cthulhu and the PeaC*ck remnants in return.
However, with the fall of a blade, there was a sudden silence in the city.
The snowy blade light was like a horse train, falling from the sky like a mirror that could shine on the human heart, but all the figures that reflected on the blade light had their blade qi erupting within them, tearing them apart.
“Nangong trick!”
I don’t know who shouted out the name of the figure in the sky, but all those who resisted stopped fighting and ran wildly, trying to escape from this place of certain death.
“The ‘Holy Dictator’ Nangong Knuckle, the sharpest sword in the hands of the Cang Sheng Sect Master, I didn’t expect that even he would come to Karthim.”
In the gloom, Feng He gathered his Qi and witnessed Nangong Knuckle’s power as he transmitted a voice to Qing Yu.
Not far behind him, a shadow that appeared as if it was empty floated in the air and transmitted back, “A few days ago, two Tong Shen realm powerhouses appeared in Karthim to make enemies of Auspicious Heaven, so it is normal for Nangong Knuckle to come here.”
“Perhaps, there’s another Tong Shen realm from Nalangda Temple waiting in the shadows.”
After all, it was a cooperation between the two forces, it was impossible that just the Cang Sheng Sect contributed and no one from Nalanda Temple did.
“The chaos in the Western Region has been finalised, the Shadow King has ordered that it is time for me to leave.” Feng He said.
During this trip to the Western Region, he could be said to have been playing the sauce, and now that the Shadow King had decided to rise up, he, a Tong Shen warrior, naturally could no longer stay in the Western Region.
“Settled? This throne, on the contrary, feels that there will still be variables. I have decided to stay and wait and see.” Low, thick words came from the shadow that seemed like a flat image.
“Then I will leave first.”
Wind River’s figure seemed to turn into a light breeze, floating away and disappearing into thin air.
And the shadow that stayed in place, after fluctuating for a moment, suddenly whispered in a low voice and whispered, “No, one of the variables is coming.”
“Oooh ——”
With a ghostly cry, two figures clad in black imperial robes appeared. At the same time, beyond Karthim, a heavy nether fog attacked, and the sound of neat footsteps was that of a path of nether soldiers in dark green armour.
The men of the Hall of Ghosts, coming.
As the closest and largest gathering place to Tianmen Pa*s, Luo Feng would not allow him to fall into the grasp of the place and become a bridgehead to attack Tianmen Pa*s.
“Psi Hall, here to die?”
Nangong Knuckle looked towards the two Kings of the Hall of Ghosts, and the blade vibrated, reflecting the two figures.
The invisible blade intent approached the duo’s figures, only to be dissipated by the haunting ghost Qi.
“Nangong Knuckle, retreat from here and there is a chance of survival.” The King of Equality spoke with a golden goblet of killing power, none other than the Divine Marquis of Great Qian, Luo Feng.
At this moment, he was dressed in imperial robes, but his accompanying battle halberd was always held in his hand, with a ghostly glint on it and a deadly killing intent boiling over.
“King of Equality, there is another one, it looks like the blood pool of hell on your imperial robes, should be the Fourth Hall’s King of Five Officials. Two kings of the Hall of Ghosts, just in time for a battle.”
Nangong Knuckles aimed his gaze to the side and said, “Right, Asura.”
In the night sky, a clanging sound rang out, and a figure in fierce and vicious battle armour appeared, the Asura of the Eight Tribes waved the dark red battle sword in his hand, and his scarlet pupils under his armour looked at the King of the Palace of Ghosts, burning with battle intent.
Asura, the second strongest of the Eight Tribes, after Indra.
The two sides confronted each other, a dull murderous energy and aura confronting each other.
“Kill!”
There was a loud cry from below, but it was two angzou figures with bull heads and horse faces marching out of the mist, giving the bellowing order to open battle.
The Yin soldiers charged, forming an army formation that went forward in a single bound, forming a cone of qi that instantly broke through the gates of Karthim’s city.
At the same time, the four men overhead struck in unison. Asura’s battle sword met the halberd of the King of Equals, Luo Feng, and Nangong Knuckles also faced the King of Five Officials.
Qi energy tore through them, and the four tacitly moved upwards as they fought, not allowing the fallout from the engagement to tire out the minions below.
”A chance.”
Seeing the four fighting further and further away, they gradually lost their figures in the night sky, with only the sound of the exchange of qi proving that both sides were fighting.
Qing Yu’s figure dissipated, and the Seven No Extremes were cast, turning into a wisp of ghostly green demonic Qi, floating quietly towards the fighting Bull Head and Horse Face.
