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Star?

Li Qingming rubbed his chin. From the perspective of looking up like this, it was indeed like seeing stars in the sky.

Although there have been slight changes, the Ten Thousand Demons Tower is still dark, because the lines on the inner wall that look like blood vessels and evil vines are fused from the inside. If you look at it a few more times, you may fall into madness. territory.

Even the Jiuzhou Palace disciples present could not stare for a long time.

But even in this background, those little bits of light can give people a strange and warm feeling.

It is abrupt, but has a very unique beauty.

The comparison to being a star is also very appropriate.

There's a bit of romance, but it's too... non-mainstream or too cheesy, right?

Li Qingming thought silently, if it were him, he would never be able to say such words to anyone in his lifetime.

Not knowing what was going on in the outside world, Li Qingming simply found a location and calmly breathed in spiritual energy.

For a moment, a vortex of spiritual energy was formed, as loud as thunder.

The spiritual energy around him also gathered and gathered in the sky above him, slowly condensing into a sea of ​​spiritual energy.

There was a clear and clear sound of swords.

Just by hearing its voice, you can feel the fierce aura!

"This is......"

The disciples present looked sideways, with horrified expressions on their faces. They were all prides of the major peaks, and their talents were the envy of ordinary people. However, the more they got along with those famous senior brothers and sisters in the sect, the more they felt that they were different from those who were famous in the sect. The gap between the top genius disciples of Jiuzhou Palace.

The gap in talent and talent often makes them fearful.

"Is it true that we are rebuilding our foundation and restoring our cultivation?"

"Perhaps more than that... Senior Brother Qingming feels more... scary than before."

The eyes of all the disciples were attracted by the movement caused by Li Qingming.

Regardless of those who had personally witnessed Li Qingming's talent and talent at that time, or those who had only heard of his name later, they all remained silent.

In just a short moment, the aura on his body changed again and again!

The aura on Li Qingming's body was like a broken bamboo, soaring straight into the sky, and the sense of oppression in his realm became even more shocking.

Qi refining, foundation building, elixir formation, golden elixir... until Nascent Soul!

From their perspective, Li Qingming went from an ordinary person with no realm fluctuations to one level after another, and directly reached the Nascent Soul Dzogchen!

You must know that even their generation's senior brother Bai Yuanzheng has only reached the Golden Elixir Great Perfection, and is preparing to enter the Nascent Soul Realm after this Hundred Peaks Competition... Compared with other holy places of cultivation, they The speed at which most disciples in Jiuzhou Palace practice breaking through the realm is on the slow side, and they strive for refinement rather than speed.

Even later, the level of cultivation may fall far behind other holy places, but it will not affect the well-known name of Jiuzhou Palace at all.

Among those in the same situation, the disciples of Jiuzhou Palace are undoubtedly the best!

But the majestic aura of Li Qingming not only didn't look like "gold and jade on the outside, but inside", it actually revealed an edge that they had only experienced from the elders who transformed gods.

Is this the true talent of the young swordsman Li Qingming?

Some were shocked, some were emotional, some were worried, and some were thankful...

Li Qingming didn't know or care about what others were thinking. When his aura subsided little by little, he fell into a state of stagnation.

As early as a few years ago, he was actually preparing to break through to the Nascent Soul realm.

From the golden elixir to the Nascent Soul, for him, it was just a matter of painstaking practice, but after reading so many classics and knowing so many classics, he couldn't even think of it.

——Why does the Nascent Soul in his Dantian have fox ears and a fox tail?!

Moreover, there is a stream of light flowing in the belly of his Nascent Soul, with dark golden lines on the surface that flicker as it breathes out spiritual energy...

Demon pill!

Whose monk Yuanying was born with a demon elixir?!!!

Am I considered a human being now, or am I transformed into a monster?

Li Qingming's whole mind was occupied by this question, and then he quickly calmed down and talked about the world of immortality without mentioning common sense.

He has not yet tested his own fighting power at this time, but Li Qingming is sure that if he really fights with the monks in the early stage of divine transformation, he may not be at a disadvantage.

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After quietly stabilizing his state for a few days, and receiving the consciousness transmitted by the pagoda spirit, Li Qingming took advantage of a disciple who was trying to open the door again. With a thought, he opened the pagoda door directly.

"The door is open! The door is open!"

"We can get out!"

For a time, the disciples were extremely excited. Being trapped in this gloomy environment was also a torture for them. Just yesterday, a disciple had a conflict.

But after leaving the Ten Thousand Demons Tower, all the disciples, including Li Qingming, were confused again.

The land where the Ten Thousand Monsters Tower is located is a wild land that was once a battlefield. Although it is a barren mountain and old forest full of dangers, there are countless strange trees and monsters in it, and there is a strong sense of vitality everywhere.

And at this time...

Wherever you look, you can see everything is dilapidated.

The green mountains where giant trees used to stand were now bare, as if everything had been burned away by a fairy fire, and the tops of the mountains had become much shorter.

The exposed rocks are also mottled and corroded into small pits, just like weathered stones that have been battered by wind and rain for thousands of years.

Not only was there no trace of life left, but no one within a few miles of the surrounding area could sense even a drop of spiritual energy.

When everyone was shocked, a figure in white sword shirt suddenly fell down and held Li Qingming in his arms.

"Little plum!"

Li Qingming was staggered by this tenderness. He was about to speak, but was blocked by some wetness on his chest.

While the outsiders were still there, Yu Baiwei, the sword master of Ziyun Peak, threw herself into the arms of her disciple like a little daughter regardless of her posture, and burst into tears.

Li Qingming glanced at the side and dared not say anything, but stared straight at his fellow disciple, waving his hand to summon a treasure boat.

If he cries like this in front of outsiders, he may still be talked about for a while after he comes to his senses.

When there were no outsiders, Yu Baiwei cried louder.

"Li Qingming, you bastard!"

"I told you to listen and be obedient...you just don't listen to me, right?"

"Ever since you were little, it's been like this every time. That's what I told you. You...you always just click oh, oh, okay...but then you turn around and take care of yourself. "

"Have you ever taken me as your master seriously?"

The fear she had felt these past few days, as well as her mood every moment while waiting after the undercurrent receded, were all accompanied by tears bursting out at this moment.

She didn't want to tell Li Qingming how worried and sad she was.

Yu Baiwei just wants him to be well.

No matter before, now, or in the future, she just wants Li Qingming to be well, not to suffer any injuries, not to get any diseases...

Li Qingming endured his master's small punches honestly. Each punch was like raindrops, but softer than cotton.

"My disciple was wrong..."

At the same time, a one-armed figure stood in front of the treasure boat.

"Li Qingming of Ziyun Peak, I am here to detain you for questioning by order of Bai Fengfeng!" The voice was solemn and solemn, with a hint of solemnity!

The visitor is not good!

Yu Baiwei clenched her small hands and stopped crying, with unconcealable anger on her face.

Before she could speak, she saw Li Qingming rubbing her head with a tone like coaxing a child:

"Master is crying like a cat with a painted face, just take a good rest."

"This is a small matter, I can handle it myself."