Qian Tangjun couldn't help but be surprised. With his eyesight, he could not tell how Ji Liao's move was skewed from the Golden Peng God King's Bei Ming.

Beiming of the Golden Peng God King can swallow but not melt it. When Ji Liao swallowed the water of Dongting Lake, he was still constantly transforming into the origin of Dongting Lake, which was connected with him day and night, and strengthening himself with this.

"You have some charm of heaven and earth." Qiantangjun was not afraid, but just gently patted his palm forward.

His palm was strong and only when he arrived in front of Ji Liao, there was a loud bang, and white light dyed the Dongting Lake, turning the night into daylight.

Ji Liao was slightly terrified. He felt that Qian Tangjun used this palm, as if there was an indestructible huge wall from all directions, crushing him.

Not only did he immediately cut off his magical power to devour Dongting Lake, but he also wanted to crush him ruthlessly.

Lao Long is indeed an invincible existence in heaven and earth. With this hand alone, he can see his majestic and domineering attitude in the past years.

Ji Liao's body shook and turned into a breeze.

However, the fineness of the palm force was so fine that there was no gap to take advantage of. Even if he turned into a breeze, he had to trap the palm force. Since he thought his heart was in his form, why was he melancholy and sad alone?

Ji Liao was surrounded by Qiantang Jun’s palm power, and his mind was changing endlessly like his thoughts, but he still couldn’t get out of it, and he suddenly felt sad.

He is now unable to defeat the opponent, and his Dao Realm is also below the opponent, and he is completely suppressed. Even if Ji Liao knew that it would be nothing if he lost, but how willing he is.

Ji Liao's soul was calm and allowed the surging palm force to crush his body invisibly.

He expounded a ruthless and selfless Taoist meaning, spreading under the moonlit night of the starry sky.

Determine the storm!

Qiantangjun's palm power was extremely fierce, but it was like a landscape painting that splashed ink, and it was frozen. Ji Liao was the only person in this still picture who could move freely. He stepped on the turtle and headed towards Qiantangjun.

Each step corresponds to the Big Dipper in the sky, which is the "Bi Dou Qi Killing" of Wusheng.

A long crack was torn open in the sky, and endless starry blossoms gushed down, all of which were the purest starry blossoms condensed by the murderous intent of the Beidou.

Then the starlight turned into sword light and attacked Qiantangjun.

In the end, the glory was cleared and everything was silent.

A piece of clothes fell on the lake waves. Qian Tangjun smiled and looked at Ji Liao who was panting and said, "I'm defeated."

Ji Liao leaned over and picked up the lapel that floated over the lake wave, which was engraved with Taoist script on it, which was the magic circle he wanted to ask for from Qiantangjun.

He said: "If you do it again, you will only lose all your life."

Qian Tangjun smiled and said, "If you lose, you lose. Go to sleep."

Qiantangjun's body slowly sank from the lake surface, and after a few breaths, he disappeared without a shadow.

Ji Liaoping restored his qi and blood and put away the lapel of his clothes. This battle was very loud, but now everything around him is silent and no one comes to peek at him.

He couldn't help but admire that Lao Long's methods were simply understood in the wonders of creation, and he covered up such a battle without any signs.

Ji Liao was not discouraged. He was surprised by the method of using the Dingfeng storm, which was considered a move. If it was better than life and death, before his death, his soul left his body, and he might be able to pull the old dragon to the back. Therefore, he was still not hit, but he still admired the old dragon's achievements in his practice.

The stars leaked above the lake waves. Apart from the sound of wind and water, there was nothing else. The lake was lonely and suddenly felt lonely.

He suddenly understood Lao Long's smile when he said that he was defeated was not loss, but joy.

Because the Ding Feng wave allowed Lao Long to see a higher level of Taoist meaning, Lao Long had a clearer goal for the road ahead, and where did he himself go on this road of cultivation?

No matter how powerful his body or how deep his magic power is, it is actually impossible to match the achievements of his own soul. He has always subconsciously ignored this problem because it will reduce his pleasure in practice.

"Ji Liao, what are you thinking?" A gourd floated up from the water, carrying a little girl on it.

Ji Liao walked to her, brushed over Yinyin's little face, and said, "Can you know?"

Yinyin said: "I'm afraid you're angry."

Ji Liao smiled and said, "I'm not an angry person."

Yinyin breathed a sigh of relief and raised her eyes and said, "Then I said that, in fact, your soul is not too great, there is no need for you to think that practicing is boring."

Seeing her serious look, Ji Liao felt that she was ridiculed, so he asked, "It seems that you have seen a very powerful person?"

Yinyin said: "Yes, like Ksitigarbha, I used to chat and laugh with him."

Ji Liao said: "As you brag so much, I also said that I have seen Guan Zizai."

He is familiar with Buddhist scriptures and knows that although Ksitigarbha is not a Buddha, his status is only below the Buddha. According to the description in the Buddhist scriptures, his incredibleness is beyond imagination. No matter how powerful the sound is, it is impossible to talk and laugh with Ksitigarbha. Otherwise, wouldn’t she be able to come and go freely in the heavens and all worlds, and would not even be able to practice magic power.

But she is not sure, after all, she can observe all the sounds in the world and can still avoid all things.

However, the legendary sacred immortals and Buddhas basically have the ability to understand the world. As for all things that are not touched, it is impossible for all things to hurt her. There must be a certain limit.

In any case, Ji Liao didn't really believe that Yinyin was really a person who could talk and laugh with Ksitigarbha.

Yinyin said: "I didn't lie, but I just don't remember some things. By the way, have you seen Guan Zizai?"

Ji Liao's heart moved, pulled out a hair and said, "This hair once manifested as the image of the Water Moon Guanyin Dharma. Can you tell its origin?"

Anyway, Yinyin has used her abilities, so she simply asked her to see the origin of the hair. At most, he will feed her some blood later.

Yin Yin looked at the hair, and suddenly bleeding from the seven holes, her eyes closed.

Ji Liao was startled and quickly bit her index finger and fed her blood. This time, Ji Liao fed her a small bowl of blood. Only a little pale face, with a little blood color, was falling into a deep coma, and it was probably a long time before she could wake up.

Ji Liao wiped the blood for her and thought in his heart that how could the mere hair make Yinyin like this? He also understood one thing vaguely. The bigger the background, the harder the Yinyin to understand it. Even if he knew it secretly, he would have to pay a heavy price.

This is in line with the way of heaven. After all, if there is gain, there will be losses. All things are balanced so that the heaven and earth can last forever. Just as his soul is invincible, it is also limited.

Ji Liao's thoughts diverged slightly and then became restrained.

He greeted the gourd and returned to the Dragon Palace with the sound.

The Dragon Palace, Qiong Building, and Jade Palace are so beautiful. Ji Liao lives in an elegant and unique courtyard with strange flowers and plants and faint fragrance.

Ji Liao hugged Yinyin and secretly complained in his heart. Lao Long didn't know what he thought, saying that there was no other guest room in the Dragon Palace. Anyway, Ao Ying had not returned yet, so he asked him to live in the small building of the dragon girl Ao Ying. If it weren't for the purpose of obtaining the magic circle and not wanting to miss Lao Long's intention, how could his dignified man have lived in the girl's home?

Put Yinyin on the small bed, Ji Liao lay down on the fragrant bedding made of Tiancanyun silk. He didn't want to meditate, and his mouth and nose breathed in his quiet fragrance and fell asleep.

He hadn't dreamed for many years, but this time he dreamed that he was riding a lotus platform, breaking through the wind and waves, and heading towards a fairy island surrounded by clouds and mist.
Chapter completed!