President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Doctor

When all the sword intent on the ring began to gather towards Ji Cong, at this moment Ji Cong completely disappeared from the ring.

Not only Qinglan was a little puzzled, but even the monks present were also very puzzled at this moment.

Lin Yifan, who was not far away, had serious eyes at the moment.

The art of space!

The inheritance of the Holy Land is indeed not comparable to other forces.

Although the sacred land inheritance technique of Hanging Mountain is not a real space technique, but a secret technique that can induce a trace of space power.

But even so, it's scary.

It is conceivable that Ji Cong in the arena has completely disappeared now. Once he appears, he will definitely give Qinglan a thunderous blow and cause Qinglan to be severely injured.

At this moment, Lin Yifan's complexion was a little ugly.

Originally, according to his prediction, although Qinglan was at the third level of the imperial realm, after more than a month in the space of the ancient holy land, she was constantly in contact with the traces of the avenue and some brand marks of the avenue, so naturally she could be compared with the fourth level. Ji Cong fought.

But now it seems that it has exceeded his expectations.

Ji Cong of Hanging Mountain possessed the technique of space. This ability restrained Qing Lan, making Qing Lan's terrifying kendo attack power impossible to prepare for attacking Ji Cong.

Lin Yifan's eyes were staring closely at everything on the ring at this moment, feeling extremely worried in his heart.

However, the scene on the ring was not as one-sided as Lin Yifan imagined.

When Ji Cong's figure disappeared from the arena, Qing Lan didn't panic too much, but calmed down, gathered endless sword intent around her, and surrounded herself like a huge ball of light. All are made up of tiny sword intents.

As long as Ji Cong dared to appear in front of Qinglan, he would be attacked by a huge ball of light, which would destroy Ji Cong's space technique.

"Is this the only means?"

In the void, a faintly teasing voice appeared, and then Ji Cong appeared in front of Qinglan ghostly. At this moment, there seemed to be an invisible space obstacle on his body, which made Qinglan's many sword intents just now , unable to break through Ji Cong's defense.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, a terrifying rule appeared in Ji Cong's hands, and in an instant, it turned into an ancient sacred mountain, pressing firmly on top of Qinglan.

"puff……"

Qinglan couldn't bear such a great force, under the huge attack of terror, she was finally defeated and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You are just a third-level emperor, or the most common third-level, and there is no comparison with me. What do you compare with me?"

Seeing that Qinglan was seriously injured, Ji Cong's eyes showed a hint of disdain.

Qing Lan's eyes turned cold, at this moment she was seriously injured by Ji Cong just now, but she did not admit defeat at this moment, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up stubbornly, and persistently said to Ji Cong: "Come again! "

"Since you are looking for death, then I will not be polite..."

Ji Cong's expression changed when he saw Qinglan get up from the ground.

From his point of view, Qinglan was just a slightly bigger ant, and she still had enough strength to get up under his blow, which made Ji Cong's expression a little ugly.

"kill!"

Ji Cong was full of murderous aura, and in his hands, there were actually two short swords, with a cold light, and they looked like two divine swords. At this moment, they were like hell's life-severing swords, cutting towards Qinglan's throat.

But Qing Lan, who was facing Ji Cong, turned a blind eye to Ji Cong's fatal blow at this moment. At this moment, Qing Lan fell into a strange state, as if she had communicated with some kind of existence, and slowly emerged from her body. There was an aura of avenues coming out.

This avenue is high above the sky, and even with the enchantment on the ring, many monks still feel the danger inside.

"How can a master of the third level of the imperial realm have the power of the Dao? It seems impossible..." A monk among the crowd said in shock.

"Impossible, this is not the way of cultivation, but borrowed, what price should be paid..."

There are also monks who seem to have a little understanding of this forbidden technique.

"However, this is something that has long been lost in ancient times, and it is unlikely to appear here. This kind of forbidden technique is extremely overbearing and will damage life..."

There is an elder from a family with gray hair. Judging from his appearance, he should be regarded as a person who has lived a long time in the ancient continent. At this moment, he has some doubts on his face.

Just as everyone imagined, what Qing Lan used was a supreme taboo secret method.

Of course, this secret technique was enlightened from the space relics of the ancient holy land.And this space relic is exactly the Qiongzhou relic space that Lin Yifan took over at the beginning.

The laws of the emperor's way and the virtual imprint of the avenue in this relic space are the real dharma treasures. Even Lin Yifan has to admit that this is his biggest gain from going to the Qiongzhou relics.

In the more than a month since the establishment of the ancient holy land, this relic space has long been refined in the ancient holy land by the five emperors with great magic power. Part of each other, all disciples of the ancient holy land, as long as they are allowed, can enter the space of the ancient holy land to comprehend Dao marks.

As for Qinglan, it was precisely because of a month of comprehension in the ancient holy land that she obtained this supreme forbidden technique.

As the aura on Qinglan's body became weaker and weaker, the dao marks in the void became stronger and stronger, and regular patterns appeared in front of Qinglan, and at this moment the shape of a sword was outlined.

It was exactly the shape of the sword that Qinglan used frequently, and the sword exuded an aura of fear that it would not cut everything.

When the sword appeared, Ji Cong's expression on Hanging Mountain completely changed.

Because this is not an ordinary sword, but the shape of the sword outlined by the rules. In fact, the shape of the sword in front of Qinglan is a purely broken rule, the rule between heaven and earth.

"You're crazy..."

Ji Cong's forehead was numb. This kind of forbidden technique may borrow huge power at the cost of life. Although he wanted to kill Qinglan, he did not expect that Qinglan would have such a secret technique, and he would not hesitate to lose his life. Put him to death.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you, you go to die..."

When Ji Cong found out that the kendo rules in front of Qinglan were firmly locking him, a feeling emerged in his heart that he could not escape the lock of this terrifying rule at all.

"Ming Peng!"

Ji Cong shouted.

Behind him, suddenly appeared a huge jet-black phantom, stretched in the void at this moment, ignoring the space barrier, extremely terrifying.

When this behemoth appeared, everyone present was dumbfounded.

"What is this, it can ignore the space enchantment, isn't it promised to block it?" A monk in the void frowned.

"This should be the soul of fate that Ji Cong comprehended. There must be a talent in this area in his body. Combined with the rules of acquired practice, this terrifying soul of fate appeared..."

A monk looked at the terrifying phantom in the void, his eyes were full of envy.

Pengniao with talent like this is the darling of the heavens, and they cannot be obtained through hard work.Obviously, the biggest advantage of Ji Cong's phantom of the roc is that it can ignore all space barriers, and has a trace of the charm of the ancient mythical beast, the golden-winged roc.

"Although it is not a real mythical beast, it is just a branch of the descendants of the mythical beast, but it is also very powerful. I am afraid that Ji Cong's slight understanding of the way of space is also because of this fate..." Among the crowd The monk said with envy at the moment.

A soul like Ji Cong's is completely innately possessed, and others cannot envy him.

In the monks in the ancient continent, everyone has the power of various ancient gods and beasts in their blood. As long as it is a suitable guiding method, they can naturally release the power of blood and condense their own life. soul.

It's a pity that most people don't have that fate, they can't develop the power in their blood, and they can only do nothing in their lives.

Even Ji Cong's life force, Mingpeng, was gradually guided by the secret method that existed in the ancient holy place of Xuankong Mountain.

As for the others, there is no such opportunity at all.

Of course, Ji Cong's own talent is excellent, which is also an important reason.Otherwise, Xuankong Mountain would not have spent a lot of effort on Ji Cong's body to cultivate Ji Cong's Mingpeng.

"It is rumored that Mingpeng is a close relative of the golden-winged roc. Once it enters the emperor's realm, this Mingpeng will be completely solidified, and it can really turn into a terrifying Mingpeng, changing the form of life..."

Among the crowd, there are monks who are fascinated by Taoism.

Rumor has it that those who are strong in the imperial realm have already realized the mysteries of the physical body and can transform into other forms.

"That's right, the powerhouses of the emperor's way can indeed achieve that level. Not only that, it is easier for the strong with destiny to step into the emperor's way, because their destiny itself is also a kind of way. Let's take Ji Cong Said, his Mingpeng, as early as in the ancient prehistoric times, turned his imprint into Taoism, and naturally he can continuously improve his cultivation base through practicing Mingpeng, and reach the emperor's realm."

"Like dragons, phoenixes, unicorns, Suzakus, and other ancient mythical beasts, they have long integrated their imprints into the space between heaven and earth. As long as future generations practice this kind of destiny, they will enter the emperor's way sooner or later. The monks of the same level are much more powerful..."

Some monks knew the real secret and began to popularize the Dao for some casual practitioners.

Many monks suddenly realized, and some doubts in the cultivation process were slowly solved.

On the ring, as Ji Cong's Mingpeng aura became more and more terrifying, Qinglan's sword intent ruled in front of him, and the aura finally condensed to its peak.

At this moment, a golden long sword stabbed towards Ji Cong without any vision.

When Ji Cong saw this completely regular and cohesive long sword stabbing towards him, Ji Cong's face was full of solemnity, as if he was unwilling to fight the long sword head-on, but unfolded the secret behind him. Peng Wing, must avoid this long sword that is completely condensed by rules.