(Yesterday, I wrote one more word about Xiaoyu’s realm...it has been changed in the original manuscript. I apologize for my slippery fingers.)

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The ground cracked, the trees shattered, and then the sound had time to start spreading.

The sound of violent impact echoed in the air.

The terrifying roar directly crushed the remaining part of the tree again, flattening the remaining courtyard wall along the way. People who were slightly closer were knocked over more than ten feet away and fell unconscious.

Fortunately, everyone at the scene covered their ears, otherwise they might have been directly shocked to death by the roar caused by the impact. Even so, many people were knocked unconscious.

At least tens of thousands of kilograms of stone chips and soil were shaken up by the terrifying impact and thrown into the sky, instantly blocking the rising sun in the distance. It was so dark that it was completely unclear to see the scene in the field.

In the darkness, gravel fell like rain, and the beaten leaves crackled and shattered into flakes. The pile of firewood in the courtyard wall was a little messy, and some fell into the well, like hundreds of frogs.

Diving.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain of stones gradually stopped and the smoke gradually subsided.

In front of the courtyard wall, there is an extra pit.

The bluestone ground is very hard, with relatively soft soil underneath, but deeper is harder granite, and now a pit appears, a very deep pit.

The smoke and dust gradually disappeared, and two figures gradually appeared at the bottom of the pit.

Tang Xiaotang held an iron rod in his hand, which was somewhat deformed.

In front of the iron rod is a hand, one with a light gray color, as if it is not a human hand.

Long Qing held the stick in his hand, his face was pale, his eyes were extremely dark, and there was blood seeping from the corners of his lips. He was half-kneeling at the bottom of the pit, looking a little embarrassed, but he did not fall down after all.

Tang Xiaotang's face was also very pale. The iron rod of the Demon Sect's sacred object was deformed, and her wrist bones were directly shattered. Her right arm was shaking constantly, as if she would be unable to hold it in the next moment.

With a clicking sound, Long Qing slowly stood up. The hem of his Taoist shirt was torn and covered with dust.

He looked at Tang Xiaotang and said, "You shouldn't be so powerful."

Tang Xiaotang did not speak and pursed his lips tightly. Only in this way could he prevent the blood accumulated in his chest and abdomen from spewing out. Only in this way could he continue to hold the iron rod without being seen to be weak.

Long Qing suddenly laughed, with blood between his teeth. He looked a little scary, and his sword-like eyebrows were raised. His gray eyes looked very beautiful and strange.

"But it doesn't make sense no matter how strong you are."

Long Qing smiled and said: "Because... I am more powerful. You can't even find someone more powerful than me, because, dear little girl, I am no longer alone."

His voice was trembling slightly, not because of the injury, but a little excited, even a little crazy. He felt that there were really many voices in his body that were in harmony with him.

Many years ago, he refined medicine to cultivate himself in Zhishou Temple, stole the Shazi Scroll of the Book of Heaven, and learned the evil technique Gray Eyes in the scroll. Then he took away half of the Taoist's lifelong cultivation and regained his life. Later, he rebelled against Taoism.

Sect, fled all the way, absorbing the skills of the strong men of the Dao Sect, until he reached the depths of the Eastern Wasteland, and absorbed the essences of many strong men of the Zuozhang Royal Court, and finally cultivated to the upper realm of knowing one's fate. At that time, his body

There were many people.

Later, he was re-accepted by the Taoist sect and returned to Taoshan. At that time, his realm had begun to be as unstable as Ye Hongyu had predicted, and there were even signs of collapse. There were not many choices left for him at that time, or to lose his power.

Fa, from now on become an ordinary person, or continue to forcibly seize other people's cultivation, and drink poison as wine, one day there will be problems, but at least it can help him survive for more time.

Long Qing chose the latter without hesitation, because he needed to be strong, because he had spent too much time wandering between light and darkness, and he was tired of that kind of life.

For him, it was extremely lucky that at that time, the Xiling Temple was enshrining the will of the Guanzhu and began to purge the forces within the Taoist sect. In the Temple of Light, the Temple of Heaven, and the forces loyal to the leader, an unknown number of people were imprisoned in the underworld.

Pavilion, so those powerful Taoists eventually became the victims of his gray eyes.

The Demon Sect created Taotie, which was later changed into gray eyes by the Taoist sect. During the hundreds of years before and after, only Long Qing practiced this technique to the extreme, because he was the only one who had such an opportunity and had so much "food". Now he

The realm is the pinnacle of knowledge of fate, but he possesses unimaginably powerful cultivation, becoming the most special existence in the history of cultivation.

Back in front of the imperial palace in Linkang City, the senior brother saw how powerful Long Qing was. He was a little puzzled and even a little surprised, but he failed to see where his strength came from.

Long Qing is powerful, just as he said to Tang Xiaotang at this moment, because he... is no longer one person, he is many people, or he is already an inhuman existence.

Tang Xiaotang's face became even paler. She knew Long Qing's power better than anyone else. When she fell from the sky and fell to the ground like a meteorite, she never imagined that he could block her with just one hand.

Is the distance between the sky and the earth nothing to Long Qing?

She frowned, took the iron rod out of the opponent's hand, and then raised it again, with a somewhat painful look on her face.

Her wrist bones are broken, but she is still standing, so she can fight again.

Long Qing looked at her quietly, his eyes became extremely deep, the gray color occupied his entire eyeballs like dark clouds occupying the sky, and the body under the Taoist shirt began to exude a sense of death.

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head slightly, his ponytail had been blown away, and his black hair was flying in front of his eyes, blocking his sight.

She silently resisted the sucking power of her gray eyes. Fortunately, she practiced the Demon Sect technique, and her soul and powerful body were integrated into one, making it difficult for them to be separated. Otherwise, she would have been defeated.

Long Qing took a deep breath.

When Tang Xiaotang was fighting against the strong men of the temple, he took two deep breaths to suck out the cold wind in the square.

At this time, as Long Qing breathed, the intact old locust tree behind the courtyard wall began to tremble, and the leaves, which had stubbornly not fallen after almost the entire cold winter, began to fall tragically.

Longqing seemed to have turned into a black hole, with countless breaths of heaven and earth pouring in from all directions in the city, rolling up leaves and remaining snow, arriving at the bottom of the pit in front of the broken wall, and entering his body.

Countless breaths of heaven and earth, attracted by the complex souls in his body, burst out from his chest with unimaginable terrifying will, and instantly passed through the seemingly thin Taoist shirt.

There is a hole between his chest and abdomen, a black hole from the arrow shot by Ning Que.

A black peach blossom about three feet in diameter appeared on his chest, faint and dark as night, with a cold breath, as if it came from the darkest abyss, carrying endless resentment.

Black peach petals bloom.

Long Qing's right hand stretched out among the black petals and fell towards Tang Xiaotang.

Tang Xiaotang's eyes became extremely bright because she knew that it was the moment of life and death.

The iron rod in her hand changed direction and was no longer shot down, but lay horizontally in front of her, like the famous scenery on the river, where the iron bars in front of the black cliffs blocked the danger of the surging river in front of humans.

Long Qing's fist fell on the iron bar.

There was a snap! The bent iron rod was bent again from the middle, bending even more sharply, forming a curve. It seemed that as long as a child blew another breath, it would really break.

A curve also appeared on Tang Xiaotang's chest.

Not proud, not pretty.

Because the curve is inward.

Her chest sank several inches in an instant, and it looked extremely terrifying. It seemed that as long as she was lightly touched by a greedy child, her sternum would be completely shattered and severed from it.

Tang Xiaotang's face turned as pale as snow, and then two clusters of scarlet red quickly appeared.

She could no longer close her lips, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted into the air.

Spurting blood, she fell backwards.

The petite body hit the side wall of the pit heavily, breaking the granite and bluestone a few more pieces, then bounced heavily, rolled in the air, and finally landed on the ground dozens of feet away.

There was a muffled sound, and the ground there was hit again and sank slightly.

The sound of footsteps sounded very rhythmic.

Long Qing walked out of the pit and appeared in front of everyone.

His face was a little pale, his lips were a little blue, and there were some blood stains on his body, but his expression was very calm.

There was dead silence in the square.

Everyone's eyes fell on him. Whether they were the disciples of Jiange, the Protestant believers, or the priests and deacons of the Xiling Temple, everyone's expressions were very shocked, and they were so shocked that they dared not speak.

Looking at Long Qing's figure, many people had complicated emotions.

Many years ago, he was the most famous young genius in the spiritual world. However, no one thought that he would be defeated by Ning Que in the entrance examination on the second floor of the academy. He has been defeated again and again since then, and will never be the same again.

His demeanor eventually became the most common poor characters in the story, struggling in vain for survival and revenge.

Even if Long Qing survived in the end, his state was even better than before, and he successfully returned to the Taoist sect, and even became a closed disciple of the temple master, he would no longer be able to attract the attention of the cultivation world.

If it were in the past, a young man like him in the fate-knowing realm would be great, but it is different now, because there is still Ye Hongyu in the Dao Sect, especially in that spring breeze, Haotian left some gifts to the world, and there are more horizontal trees in the Dao Sect.

There was a barbarian boy named Ata on the grassland. What's more, Ning Que was always there, watching the world from Chang'an City. Compared with these people, he seemed so ordinary.

Therefore, Long Qing was very silent and low-key, and was even gradually forgotten by the spiritual community. He and Hengmu led the temple's cavalry to destroy the Protestant religion, and people only paid attention to Hengmu, not him.

It was not until today that he appeared in front of the entire spiritual world again, in the capital of the Song Dynasty, raising the sky that fell to the ground with one hand, and bending the sacred objects of the Demon Sect with one punch, that people remembered his glorious past.

, remembering that he was once a Taoist genius who was far superior to Ning Que, then I understood how powerful he was.

Ye Su is here, and this is the most critical place for the Taoist sect to suppress the Protestant religion. Long Qing is responsible for this matter alone, which may explain his current status in the Taoist sect and the Taoist sect's confidence in him.

Just like what he said to Tang Xiaotang.

He is really powerful now.

His realm is very high, his power of cultivation is unprecedented, and his body has an extremely complex and powerful consciousness. He can be a demon or a god.

Long Qing walked dozens of feet away with a calm expression, but in the eyes of people, he looked like a demon.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd let out a cry of surprise.

Because they saw a scene that they thought was impossible.

Tang Xiaotang was trying to stand up again - she was holding her hands on the ground, her fingers digging into the soil, her hair wet with blood and sweat swaying weakly and tiredly in front of her forehead, and her body was shaking in pain.
To be continued...