Chapter 616 Unparalleled Magical Power as Expected
This jade talisman was personally refined by Dong Tianren of the Zhenyi Sect. Once the power of the strange book of the Demon Sect seeped into it, it was immediately sensed and fed back to it.
There were marks on the jade talisman, which looked like an open eye. It was clearly someone from the Demon Sect who used that strange book to lock his own Qi.
Thinking of this, Zhou Qing's profound energy turned over on top of the clouds at the top of his head, strings and beads plucked and jumped. His expression was calm, but his eyes became deeper and deeper.
In Zhenyi Sect, great power spreads widely, and no matter how bold the people of Demon Sect are, they cannot deduce and lock their own Qi. Now, by doing so unscrupulously, they are sure that they have left the mountain gate and are outside.
There must be an informant from the Demon Sect in the sect, and the news has been revealed!
Zhou Qing was not surprised by this, he just raised his eyebrows, a cold look on his handsome face.
The Xuanmen Demon Sect has been fighting for tens of thousands of years, and it is normal for them to arrange spies for each other. However, being able to find out that he was out and spread the news smoothly shows that the Demon Sect's status as an informant in the sect is not low. Just this move will alert the snake, and he will definitely be dug out of the door. The fate of the other party can be imagined.
But at the same time, it can also be seen that the Demon Sect is determined to deal with him!
Zhou Qing sat still. The horizontal jade branch on the top of the door seemed to sense his emotions. He shook it slightly, and the scattered colors fluttered down from the corner of his eyes. He fell to the ground, touched it, and jumped up again, making a clear and clear collision sound. , there is a kind of killing coming towards you.
If you don't touch the Demon Sect and kill a few people, how can you become a great Xuanmen monk?
Anyway, Dong Zhenren who has never encountered the Demon Sect, with his strength, is not afraid at all!
Xuanling Zhenyang Feigong continued to advance, until one day, a piece of blood filled the air rose in front of them, and a dazzling color shot out for hundreds of miles, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the way.
Faintly, in the center of the blood, a pair of strange blood eyes slowly opened, high and indifferent.
"Huh?"
Zhou Qing's eyes moved, and he immediately saw a monk in black clothes and black robes standing deep in the blood-stained eyes. His face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly, but the atmosphere on his body was mysterious, and there were circles of circles. Light flows.
As soon as the two people's eyes met, thunder exploded in the void. Suddenly, countless murderous intentions filled the air, like thousands of troops and horses, galloping up and down with a thunderous momentum.
"The great monk of the Demon Sect." Zhou Qing snorted, waved his big sleeves, and directly emitted a ray of light. He left the Xuanling Zhenyang Flying Palace. When he got outside, he stood with his hands behind his hands. A cold look appeared in his eyes and said, "I don't know. Which fellow Taoist is on the other side? Why are you blocking my way?"
The voice was calm and quiet, but the words came out with a natural sound. When people heard it, it felt like they were in a silent night, facing the thunder that was about to fall, and they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.
"Zhenren Zhou." There is a bloody divine ring at the feet of the demon sect monk in black clothes and black robes. His face is wailing in pain. He looks extremely terrifying. His deep voice makes people fall into Endless Sea of Bitterness said: "Zhao Wenming of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect has been waiting here for a long time."
"How long have you been waiting?" After hearing this, Zhou Qing raised his sword eyebrows, and the coldness in his eyes became more intense, like the glass in the Crystal Palace, not stained by any color, and said: "Is this blocking my way?"
He had to rush to Jingchen Mountain to attend the Jingchen Dharma Ceremony on the specified date. If he really missed it, no matter what his ideas were, or the arrangements in the door, everything would be in vain, which was absolutely unacceptable.
This shows the vicious intentions of the great monk from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect in front of him.
Zhao Wenming's voice sounded one by one, and it was like countless demons were roaring around, saying: "Master Zhou, I just want to invite you to be a guest in the cave. After all, you rarely go out of the mountain to see you. Not easy.”
The voice was sinister, but the determination inside was clearly visible. He just wanted to stop Zhou Qing and prevent Zhou Qing from moving forward.
When the matter reached this point, it was impossible to relax. Zhou Qing's eyes became colder and colder. Suddenly, he let out a long roar and took the lead. Above the door above him, the clouds turned, and a bright white air came out of the sky, fell down, and condensed into The appearance of a treasure wheel, with six exquisite moon wheels adorning it, swayed at the same time, and overwhelming murderous intent instantly filled the area.
In just one move, the endless murderous intent and unstoppable sharpness were about to lift the bloody curtain in front of him and split the entire sky.
Zhao Wenming's eyes moved, his feet moved a little, and the whole person disappeared into the endless blood curtain. The next moment, countless blood shadows flew out from the blood curtain, carrying the fierce aura that seemed to come from the depths of the blood sea, and rushed into the air. The flying golden emperor's white wheel surged away.
At this moment, the collision exploded. The bright white sword energy and the ferocious blood howl filled the surrounding area with red and white colors. Countless sword howls and the strange screams of the blood demon were mixed together.
Zhou Qing stood on the spot, motionless, but with a steady stream of mana, he commanded the Flying Golden Emperor's White Wheel to fly downwards and upwards. Every sword energy shot out killed a flying demon. Coming louder and louder.
The opponent's bloody demon possesses unexpected filthy power, but Feijin Emperor Bailun's sword energy is as sharp as the innate Gengjin qi. It keeps cutting out and will not be tainted.
In this way, the sword energy and the devil competed without distinction.
As soon as they made a move, both of them were very cautious and started testing each other.
Seeing that the demon seemed to be inexhaustible to kill, Zhou Qing took a breath, and with a thought, the Feijin Emperor's White Wheel gently shook, the precious light flourished, and the innate Gengjin Qi attached to it was brighter than ever before. With such a change, the power of the magical flying golden emperor white wheel has steadily increased by several levels. The demon who was still inexhaustible just now is now cut into pieces as soon as he gets close.
"Huh?"
Seeing this scene, Zhao Wenming, a great monk from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, was startled, and then a solemn look appeared on his face.
The test between the two people just now was mainly about the changes and characteristics of magical powers, but now, the genius of the Zhenyi Sect on the opposite side has increased his magic power, purely using more and higher magic power to control the magical power and increase its intensity.
The stronger the magic power, the greater the power of the magical power, but to be able to directly kill one's own blood demon, the opponent's magic power is too deep.
If he saw such a situation in a normal fight, the worst he could do was avoid the edge temporarily and let the opponent waste his mana in vain. But this time, he wanted to find out Zhou Qing's background. This was a rare opportunity.
After all, for a monk, the strength of his magic power at any time is one of the greatest characteristics of his own foundation and strength.
"Then take a look."
The blood in Zhao Wenming's eyes was pulsating. He was deepening his spiritual practice and polishing his magic power day by day. He was confident in his own magic power. Even if the opponent was the favored man of heaven, he had his limits.
With this decision, he shook his magic body, and the accumulated magic power surged out like a flood. After a moment, it spread densely within a hundred miles, soaking up all the ideas.
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Just hearing the sound of stabbing and stabbing, the sound was endless, the blood curtain expanded again, more demons came out, roared, and rushed towards the Feijin Emperor's White Wheel in mid-air.
Between the magical powers, one is heavy in killing and invincible, and the other is changing in a steady stream. When they collide together, they will face each other, and they will not give in to each other.
What we are fighting for now is nothing but mana. It depends on who has higher strength and who can last longer.
Watching the demon flying up and down, Zhou Qing had no expression on his face. He just slowly increased the magic power in his body, unhurriedly, getting higher and higher, more and more.
Under the control of mana, the strength of Feijin Emperor White Wheel also increased, and the speed of killing demons began to increase.
Zhao Wenming saw it in his eyes, the Dharma Body glowed, the blood curtain continued to expand, and the demon continued to fly out.
Anyway, you come and go, not giving in to each other, just to increase your magic power to control your magical powers, and not to let the other side overwhelm you.
"Huh?"
After a while, Zhao Wenming was a little confused. He had already raised his magic power to an extremely high level, far beyond what ordinary new monks could match. However, the magic power of Zhou Qing from the Zhenyi Sect opposite him kept keeping up. It doesn't look exhausted at all.
"How could this happen?"
After a while, Zhao Wenming went from doubtful to uneasy. If he continued like this, not only did he fail to find out the details of the other party's magic power, but he would instead let the other party find out the details of his own magic power. He had never even thought about such a thing.
Although the great monk has condensed the Nascent Soul Dharmakaya, has a variety of supernatural powers, and is almost unable to die, as a monk, it is a big taboo for anyone to know the basics of it anytime.
The monks instinctively protect themselves and expose only the tip of the iceberg to the outside as much as possible. This is the awareness they have from the moment they step onto the path.
This time, he hesitated, not knowing whether to continue to increase the intensity of his magic power.
Zhou Qing, on the other hand, had noticed Zhao Wenming's fluctuations from the qi traction, and guessed that the mana strength of the great monk of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect opposite him was about the same, so he turned to Xuan Gong again, and his mana power increased to a higher level.
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