The auspicious clouds float, step on the clouds, and look up at Lingshan Mountain.

The bitter wind blew, like a steel knife, constantly slashing. It was enough to make the primordial spirit cultivator crushed his bones, and the primordial spirit that blew away the primordial spirit before it could blow before it could reach Yang Qifeng.

This was not something that Yang Qifeng did on purpose, but that the wind automatically dissipated when he came to him. Practice was a process of constantly improving one's body and constantly sublimating oneself. Many supernatural powers needed to actively learn when their cultivation was low. However, when their cultivation reached a certain level, supernatural powers would be realized, such as the three heads and six arms and the Dharma-like world. In the past, Yang Qifeng needed to take the initiative to learn, but now that he has reached the immortal realm, he will naturally understand it.

The levels of life are different. Today he finally understood the words of the slut of the past. His light golden pupils were shining with light. The scenery of Lingshan was full of eyes. The movements of mortals in the villages and towns gathered at the foot of the mountain were clearly visible. His eyes were clearly visible in the flesh and bones of mortals. A large number of filthy impurities made him instinctively brow up. This is the reason why immortals do not live with mortals. The ancient ancestors and gods were living together, which was also the ancient ancestors who had extraordinary bloodlines. Today, when bloodlines deteriorated, there was no longer a scene of gods and men living together.

His eyes followed, moving to Lingshan, or to be more precise, Daleiyin Temple.

The golden light soared into the sky, even if it was filled with gray fog that was as viscous as the essence, it could no longer cover the golden light.

"It is not a simple thing to break the fog and break it up." Yang Qifeng frowned. With his ability to look at the qi that is superior to the heavens, he was not able to see the fortune of Lingshan. The two Buddhist saints were missing and lacked the suppression of saints. The fortune of the Pure Land, which was originally the base of the Buddhist camp, has begun to move towards Lingshan without realizing it. As the Buddha in the three-generation Buddhas, he is in charge of Buddhism. If the fortune of the Buddhist sect is deviated, he wants to peek at the fortune of Lingshan. This involves the Buddhist sect as a whole.

"Broken!" his lips squirmed softly, although he knew that it was very slightest to break through the layers of fog with his own strength, Yang Qifeng was not the one who gave up directly.

As Yang Qifeng began to exert force, the gray fog covering the sky above Lingshan changed, and a divine light shot out directly, and the light was extremely sharp, like a spear piercing into the fog, stirring the fog and began to roll continuously. The mist turned loose and began to scatter and began to rise and finally melted. The divine light began to advance layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye, it went straight into the depths of the fog. This scene did not make Yang Qifeng feel any joy. His family knew his family affairs. He knew that the divine light seemed fierce, but had a crucial flaw, that is, he could only show his heroic power for a while.

Soon the dazzling divine light began to dim. At this moment, the place where the divine light was advanced was still there, and there was still a section of the area where it was pushed. At this moment, the conventional methods were useless. Yang Qifeng lacked the treasure in his hand. Usually, he could still use the map of mountains, rivers and country. However, as he hunted Ziwei, the map of mountains, rivers and country did not belong to him again. In addition to this innate treasure, Yang Qifeng had the treasure in his hand, but the acquired treasure was useless in such an occasion. Only the innate thing, the banana fan was only auxiliary useless. He also had a sword of innate treasure in his hand, but this sword could never appear here.

The Jue Xian Sword is something that cannot be seen. The Jie Sect has taken back the other three swords. The Zhu Xian four swords are only this Jue Xian Sword. Lingshan is already a place of right and wrong. It is impossible for the Jie Sect to come. The person who comes must be the deputy leader Yunxiao. You must know that the hand of the Jie Sect has the Zhu Xian Sword that Jie Sect is determined to win. Her three swords must have a sense of the Jue Xian Sword. If she uses the Jue Xian Sword and does not reveal it, it is impossible. Yang Qifeng doesn't want to face the Jie Sect himself. Not only Yang Qifeng, but no one else wants. It really should be a decoration to kill Yunxiao, who has three corpses.

He could not use the Jue Xian Sword to cause trouble for himself due to small losses. In addition to using the treasure to burn essence and blood, a series of methods can be used, but this has one disadvantage, all of which are self-harm and consume a lot of money.

"Buddhist sects are vast, and the only one who can observe his luck in the world is Demon Lord!"

"Your Highness is still lacking in speed with his own strength. I am willing to help you with your strength." A round voice came into Yang Qifeng's ears, and a figure in front of Yang Qifeng went from far to near.

His ears were wide, but he did not look clumsy, but rather elegant. He cut a light yellow hydrated suit, wearing a fan crown, a silk ribbon on his waist, and a numb shoes on his feet. His face was like a knife, his forehead was three eyes, and a dark dog was lying under his feet, and his black fur was rolled together. It was lazily lying on his face and couldn't lift any energy.

The God of Justice, Yang Jian!

At this time, Yang Jian gave Yang Qifeng a gentle and round temperament, just like a fairy who traveled around the three mountains and five mountains. He belonged to the majesty of the judicial god, and the murderous aura and evil spirits that fought for countless years without a trace.

He became even more terrifying. To put it in a sentence, he returned to nature. Over the years, Yang Qifeng's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. Yang Jian, who was the first in the past, was not idle. His cultivation is now at the peak of the Golden Immortal of the Great Luo, and it is not the peak that ordinary people have just reached. It is already at the peak of the Holy Trip to initiate the rush to the Pass. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary monks to do. However, with the support of the Anarchy Sect, Yang Jian, a guy who has accumulated terror in the Golden Immortal, has advanced to Da Luo and practice until the Quasi-Saint Pass card has stopped.

The quasi-saint cannot hold Yang Jian. As Pangu’s authentic heritage, the terrifying sect of the sect focuses on cultivating Yang Jian. With the other party’s talent, Yang Qifeng does not think he will get stuck here.

"I just need the help of the gods," Yang Qifeng nodded without refusing. He was not a ungrateful person.

Yang Jian slowly walked to Yang Qifeng and stood side by side with Yang Qifeng. Five fingers stretched out his arm and opened it. An illusory light appeared. A long banner appeared in front of him. His fingers closed the Pangu banner and held it directly in his hand. The smile on his face gradually disappeared. He looked serious and endless majesty came to his leisurely.

Pangu Banner spreads out the rays of light and passes through the blue sky, and thousands of auspicious colors cover the sky, exuding the domineering aura of being the only one, showing its arrogant majesty.

"Please!" Yang Jian's words are as good as gold and his words are short, and he has entered a state of combat.

Yang Qifeng nodded slightly, and a light golden light shot out from his eyes, and a scene like a thick gray fog appeared in front of him.

"Do it!" Yang Qifeng looked at the illusory scene and spoke in Yang Jian's eyes.

"Um!"
Chapter completed!