At this moment, Taoist Liquan's face was filled with shock. Looking at Li Qinglin who was standing quietly in front of him, looking like a passerby, he felt as if his faith had collapsed.

Whoosh! Taoist Liquan was not an ordinary person after all. He quickly suppressed his thoughts and let out a long whistle. Between his five fingers, a dazzling silver light burst out.

Yuanhe sword light.

It was obtained by Taoist Liquan in the sword-washing pool of Yuxu Temple. He spent ten years observing the sword walls and refining the sword spirit in the pool.

Although Taoist Liquan is not a sword practitioner, he can only simply control the Yuanhe sword light.

But even so, practitioners in the late stage of Qi training did not dare to face the power of the sword light.

A strong sense of danger lingers in my heart.

The secret pattern - the divine foot ability suddenly flashed, and Li Qinglin's body was like the breeze, turning and moving.

But behind him, the Yuanhe sword light shot towards Li Qinglin like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

"careful!"

Wen Shoufei shouted loudly, and the spear shot out like a dragon. The vortex-shaped air waves collapsed inward, absorbing the Yuanhe sword light.

Click.

But the next moment, Dan Wen Shoufei groaned, his palm was torn, his tendons and muscles were twisted, and his entire right arm was bent at a strange angle.

He almost let go of the large iron spear with a red tassel in his hand and dropped it.

The Yuanhe sword light struggled and moved wildly.

It only took him a breath of time to completely break free from Wen Shoufei's control of his Qi.

The move was broken.

Wen Shoufei's breath weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, his black hair turned white.

Every step back seems to make me older.

His breath was running wild, and his tendons felt tingling. In an instant, a large number of blood vessels and tendons exploded, and Wen Shoufei almost became a bloody man! "This sword energy is so tricky and cruel!"

Wen Shoufei's horrified voice came.

Li Qinglin turned around suddenly and saw that Wen Shoufei was seriously injured, his eyes flashed coldly.

"Master Wen!" Li Qinglin shouted.

Wen Shoufei raised his head.

"Look at my control of Qi!"

As soon as the words fell.

Li Qinglin let out a long howl, and visible collapse ripples appeared clearly around Li Qinglin's body.

However, this wave of ripples appeared in an instant, and was several times, ten times stronger than the waves created by Wen Shoufei! !

The energy controlled was a hundred times more powerful! An extremely oppressive and terrifying aura appeared.

A hurricane rose from the plain.

Li Qinglin was the eye of the storm. When he waved his hand, clouds and mist rolled in, and dust rolled. They could be clearly seen dozens of miles away.

Even the city walls were shaking slightly.

The Yuanhe sword let out a mournful cry, and under the impact of the air waves, the sword intent suddenly dissipated a lot.

With a whoosh, it slipped back into Taoist Liquan's sleeve.

A huge suction force came, and Taoist Liquan looked at the hurricane in front of him. Li Qinglin's figure, who was like the god of wind, was a little confused.

"You call this a spiritual warrior?"

When did this group of warriors actually master such great power?

He actually began to leverage the power of heaven and earth and borrow the influence of heaven!

Even if the 'magic scroll' of the foundation-building major cultivation was used with all its strength, it would only be this good, right? Could it really allow this group of ignorant warriors to find a new path? Taoist Liquan was extremely solemn.

Not far away, the seriously injured Wen Shoufei held onto the stakes on the official road and even took out iron chains to tie himself up, barely able to resist the suction.

He stared blankly at Li Qinglin's figure that exuded an incomparable terrifying aura, as well as the airflow that was far beyond Wen Shoufei's imagination.

"Is this mine, Wulao Qingxinming?"

"Chi control? Even I haven't learned it myself, how come Li Qinglin has mastered it?"

Wen Shoufei felt like he was dreaming.

He anticipated that Li Qinglin might take over his mantle in the future, follow the path he had paved, surpass him, and go deeper step by step.

But that was decades later.

But now? Wen Shoufei suddenly felt like he had to admit that he was getting old.

He persisted for many years, put in all his effort, and bore unspeakable pressure, all in his pursuit of accomplishing his goal.

But in front of Li Qinglin, it seemed just a small depression.

As long as time passes, it can be solved casually.

“Maybe, he can really go that far.”

Wen Shoufei thought silently.

…

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

There were countless air waves in front of him, spinning fiercely, as if they were going to ravage the sky into pieces. Taoist Liquan used talismans and spells like crazy, but they were all shattered by the strong airflow's recoil.

Taoist Liquan only felt that his ears were filled with thousands of ringing sounds, and he could not see Li Qinglin at all. He wanted to counterattack but didn't know how to do it.

In just a blink of an eye, Taoist Liquan's body was cut and strangled, and blood was dripping. The white bones were clearly visible, and blood was gushing out.

"Am I going to die?"

"I actually died at the hands of a warrior."

Taoist Liquan's consciousness became blurred and he felt a little regretful.

His life flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

Both of his parents are cultivators from the Yuxu Sect, and are genuine second-generation immortals.

He was young and proud, with middle-grade spiritual roots, but it was a pity that his parents died in the calamity zone while they were out gaining experience.

Without support, he had to accept missions from the sect, such as killing monsters, mining, and swordsmanship.

Meet three or five Taoist friends, who are in their prime, discussing Taoism, playing the zither, and going to secret places together. Some become enemies and fight each other, while others gradually drift apart and become strangers from now on...

He taught on behalf of his master and gave guidance to his younger sisters and brothers, but in the end, due to different philosophies, he had to kill each other...

After more than a hundred years of experience, it finally comes to this day.

"Please help me, please help me. Where exactly is my calamity..."

It was like a darkness that gradually engulfed Taoist Liquan's vision.

But it was at this moment that a blessing came to my mind.

A mysterious light suddenly lit up in his mind.

Somewhere in the dark, a message emerged in my mind——

[Knowing the destiny: When will a cultivator know the destiny? Born in the morning and dead in the evening, how can one know the new moon and full moon. One cannot build a foundation before the end of life and death. Only when the life is finally over and the life is gone can one fold the body into a boat to cross the disaster.]

This is?

Knowing destiny? When one dies of old age, or dies, is the time to overcome the calamity?! Taoist Liquan was greatly shocked.

He had been praying for a calamity for decades but to no avail, and there was no sign of any calamity appearing for himself.

"It turns out that my tribulation depends on myself. Even if I die in the cave, I can naturally overcome the tribulation.

Then why did I spend my family fortune and open up a path to robbery?

It’s ridiculous and absurd.”

Taoist Liquan felt an indescribable sorrow.

But the next moment, a new breath of life emerged from the broken body.

He let out a long roar, "Disasters keep coming back, and today I know who I am!"

"I will build my foundation!"

Boom! ! Taoist Liquan's aura was like a sharp sword, piercing through the surrounding air waves.

Three golden lights of essence, energy and spirit flickered in the dantian of Taoist Liquan, illuminating the area for miles around with golden light.

"Oh no, he's about to break through!"

Wen Shoufei's face changed drastically when he saw this. He tore the iron chain off and pounced forward.

Liu Rongyue's eyes showed determination. Just as he was about to use the method of inducing disaster, he felt a powerful force coming at him, which instantly threw him hundreds of feet away.

Taoist Liquan had no expression of either sadness or joy, he sat cross-legged, his body full of rosy light.

He watched quietly as Li Qinglin strode forward with a knife in hand, chopping into pieces the figure that was approaching with overwhelming force.

There was a look of sarcasm in his eyes.

Although the spiritual energy here is thin, it is not a good place to build a foundation.

But fortunately, he was prepared.

Taoist Liquan slapped his storage bag, and eight somewhat broken magic plates fell down, forming eight golden locks.

This formation was just broken by Wen Shoufei. Although it has been damaged for the most part, it is still more than enough to buy himself more than ten breaths of time.

Hundreds of low-grade spirit stones appeared and instantly shattered into a mighty tide of spirit rain.

The spirit gathering formation fell and locked the spiritual energy.

He thought about it, took out a few spiritual plants and planted them, holding two medium-grade spiritual stones in his hand.

"When I break through, it will be the day of your death!"

Taoist Liquan stared fiercely at Li Qinglin and others.

Immediately absorb the spiritual energy, compress the gaseous magic power in the body, and transform it into solid spiritual crystal.

And in the majestic spiritual rain, a wisp of spiritual energy as thin as a hair floated over.

Once entering the acupoint, it was as if it had consciousness.

Before Taoist Liquan could refine it, it began to move madly in his meridians and Dantian! The spiritual energy spread out, and there was even a faint evil aura.

"not good!"

Taoist Liquan groaned and his face changed drastically.

If it snowballs.

The spiritual energy in his body, which he had barely been able to control, was like a wild horse running free from its reins, trampling and crashing into his body.

His tendons and veins were broken inch by inch, his acupoints were damaged, and he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his dantian.

Boom! It was just a snap of the fingers.

In the outer Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, a figure emitting a terrifying aura came with the energy and tore the formation apart.

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The sword flashes, cuts down!

Taoist Liquan suddenly opened his eyes wide, with a look of horror still in his eyes.

However, he suffered backlash from breaking through the realm, became possessed, and his magic power was out of control. He could only watch helplessly as the knife came at him.

Snap!

His head exploded like a watermelon.

Red and white fell all over the ground.

The spiritual energy turned into rain and fell down.

In the blink of an eye, large areas of grass and flowers grew out from the ground, with a fragrant smell.

Even the broken city walls were covered with vines.

After a few breaths,

A ghost that is invisible to the naked eye floated out from the remains of Taoist Liquan.

His face was dull and stiff, showing little sign of consciousness.

Just instinctively drifting in a certain direction.

Li Qinglin glanced around, and his blood gushed out. With a silent scream, the ghost was directly shattered.

Only the severed head and body were left on the spot, and the gurgling blood almost formed a pool.

The hurricane caused by controlling the Qi was getting bigger and bigger. Li Qinglin controlled his Qi, blood, spirit and soul, and his bones groaned. Only then did he stop the growing whirlwind with great difficulty.

The wind gradually died down, but the spiritual rain continued to blow across the entire city.

Wen Shoufei and Liu Rongyue stared at the scene in a daze.

The cold spiritual rain hit my face.

Wen Shoufei suddenly burst into laughter and stood with his spear in his hand.

Liu Rongyue walked step by step to the headless corpse of Taoist Liquan, seeming to be crying and laughing.

"Brother Wen, we are here too..."

Jia Xian's figure flashed over from the official road.

When he saw the body of Taoist Liquan, his voice stopped abruptly.

He was a little bit incredulous: "This demon is dead, Brother Wen, was it you who killed him?"

Yu Yuan followed closely behind. Seeing this, his heart skipped a beat and his eyes suddenly focused on Li Qinglin.

"This breath, nourishing the spirit? Or is it the second realm, he observes?"

Yu Yuan recognized Li Qinglin. After all, for a martial artist who cultivates his spirit, his soul is so strong that he can remember everything he sees.

Not to mention the incident some time ago where Li Qinglin beheaded an imperial official, which caused quite a stir.

He had extremely complicated emotions in his heart, shock, regret...

"A warrior who is less than 20 years old? If I had kept him in my palace that day, I would have even accepted him as my disciple..."

Unfortunately, time cannot be reversed, and Yu Yuan’s thousands of regrets can only turn into sighs.

Li Qinglin was clearly imprisoned, yet he appeared here at this moment.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to ask any more questions.

I think the two masters had secretly communicated with each other and agreed to join forces to kill the immortal.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard.

Dozens of figures came running over.

As they approached the city gate, they saw the cold body of Taoist Liquan and seemed to be hallucinating. They all looked at Wen Shoufei and Li Qinglin.

Exploration, doubt, shock, suspicion...

Everyone had different expressions.

Li Qinglin's expression remained unchanged, his torn wounds bleeding profusely. He limped to Wen Shoufei and said, "Master Wen's Qi control method is indeed powerful!"

Wen Shoufei was stunned when he heard this.

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a flame igniting dry wood.

The rosacea martial artist came over, full of admiration and envy.

"The way created by Brother Wen is indeed extraordinary. Is it so powerful that it is called controlling Qi? I wonder if Brother Wen can teach me how to practice it?"

Jia Xian also reacted and said with a little awe,

"Brother Wen, do you have any idea of ​​moving to the inner city and opening a branch library there? If you are willing, I am willing to serve you and take care of all matters."

Jia Xian then looked at Li Qinglin with fiery eyes.

It is too far-fetched to think that there is a warrior who cultivates his spirit when he is less than 20 years old.

He believed even more that it was Wen Shoufei's Five Elders' Pure Heart Inscription that had contributed to the wonders of nature and had already deduced the creation to the third realm of martial arts.

How can one not salivate over such a magical skill secret book! Yu Yuan withdrew his gaze from Li Qinglin and sighed, "I am delighted to hear that you have such a good disciple. Today, the master and I have joined forces to kill the demon. This will surely be exiled for a hundred generations and recorded in the county annals."

The crowd suddenly surged.

Some people looked at the corpse of Taoist Liquan, some felt the rain of spiritual energy, and some looked horrified at the remaining swirling air currents...

Wen Shoufei, surrounded by the crowd, was speechless and opened his mouth to say something.

As powerful as his Five Elders' Pure Heart Inscription is, it also has huge drawbacks.

He still doesn't understand? The powerful thing is not the moves and skills, but the person! But...

He looked at Li Qinglin's figure walking into the city gate silently with his back to the crowd, and vaguely understood something.

There was a smile hidden in his eyes, so I didn't try to expose it.

…

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Go to Ximen quickly. The immortal from Shuihengliu Taoist Temple is dead. His body is outside the city gate!"

"Did it rain just now? Such a comfortable rain."

"Strange, how come my headache is gone and it doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Brother!! That evil Taoist priest is dead, you should know about this in your afterlife!"

Going against the flow of people, the streets were filled with people rushing out of the city gates.

Some people cried bitterly, knelt on the ground, and thanked the heaven.

Some people also want to see the true appearance of the immortal with their own eyes.

Many people also wanted to know how the immortal died and who killed him.

Li Qinglin walked to a noodle stall on the side of a street.

The man selling noodles was an old man in his fifties, and the noodle soup was bubbling with steam.

"Three ounces of sauerkraut noodles."

Li Qinglin took off his white-shou sword and placed it at his feet.

"Okay!"

The stall owner looked at the bloodstains on Li Qinglin's clothes, shook his head, and pulled the dough with quick and decisive movements.

While cooking noodles, he looked at the passers-by hurrying along the street.

Suddenly remembering that Li Qinglin was coming from the direction of Ximen, he asked, "My dear brother, did you see what that immortal looked like? Did he have the magical power of three heads and six arms? How did he die?"

Li Qinglin wiped the blood off his body and replied casually,

"A head, two hands, killed by someone."

Faced with such nonsense, the stall owner remained silent.

However, seeing that Li Qinglin was injured, he still added more sauce.

Then he placed the bowl of noodles in front of Li Qinglin.

Li Qinglin took the chopsticks and picked up the noodles.

The noodles wrapped in soup slide into the stomach, and the flavor spreads in the mouth.

Li Qinglin felt a little emotional. This noodle was delicious and he couldn't have it in prison.

The stall owner stood beside Li Qinglin and said in a dark tone, "Now, we can finally live a peaceful life. We prayed for immortality, but we didn't see the smiles of the new people. We only heard the suffering of the old people. There are so many people dying that there are not even enough people to eat noodles!"

While eating the noodles, Li Qinglin felt a rare sense of comfort in his heart, and his worries were reduced.

Hearing this, I nodded in agreement.

"What the old man said is absolutely right. In my opinion, it is better to eat noodles than to seek immortality. The taste of noodles is comparable to the universe, the sun and the moon. Anyone who does not let me eat noodles, even if he is an immortal, is nothing more than a traitor. I will kill him!"

Are you so arrogant? Upon hearing this, the stall owner glanced at Li Qinglin.

You were covered in wounds and the blood was all over the seat.

But after all, they are the breadwinners, so the stall owner could only smile and nod.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

(End of this chapter)