Rebirth of Public Enemy

Qingming's method is different. It can raise the consciousness to the extreme, even higher than the quasi-immortal of the Mahayana ascension stage. It can use the consciousness to condense the so-called godhead, ignoring the suppression of the consciousness of other monks whose cultivation level is higher than his, and even You can refine countless attack or defense magic weapons, and the control power will definitely not be worse than the natal magic weapon.

The last point alone is enough to tempt Ling Ruiyang, this technique can be said to be customized for his revenge.

"But if the cultivation base is not high, will the body be directly attacked in the battle, and the low cultivation base of the body will become a weakness?"

Qing Ming chuckled, "Is the magic weapon you refine to show off?"

Qing Ming had already thought about it, he wanted to refine the most powerful magic weapon for Ling Ruiyang, especially the defensive magic weapon, and he would never let Ling Ruiyang take risks.

Qingming's reaction made Ling Ruiyang very surprised, Ling Ruiyang couldn't help asking, "Tell me, is there something wrong with my Nascent Soul and I can only cultivate in this way?"

Ling Ruiyang ran his spiritual power to check while talking, and found nothing wrong.

Qingming stretched out his hand to support his shoulder and said, "Yangyang, the cultivation method of Chaos Jue is unique to this deity, and it doesn't suit you very well. This set of exercises is different, and it is most suitable for people with spiritual bones to cultivate."

Qingming opened his eyes and said nonsense, as long as Ling Ruiyang practiced this set of exercises, his attention would not always be on improving his cultivation, and all he had to do was to find a way to wash away Ling Ruiyang's brand of sacrifice and rebirth.

Ling Ruiyang originally planned to leave in a few days, but was forced by Qing Ming to stay in this cave for a few more days.

Ling Ruiyang naturally thought of practicing the set of exercises named by Qingming as Xiushenlu first, but obviously what Qingming wanted to do attracted Ling Ruiyang even more.

Sitting cross-legged, Qingming took out an inky black object, which was neither gold nor wood, with no visible material. It was kneaded and deformed in Qingming's hands, and finally carved into a small delicate armor by Qingming. , Ling Ruiyang was filled with admiration from the bottom of his heart. Although he knew a little about refining weapons, he had never done it before. Seeing Qing Ming's technique made him quite excited, and he thought about trying it himself sometime.

What Qing Ming used was a pillar root of the chaotic spirit sea stone in his body, which has no attributes, and can absorb all spiritual powers of other departments. He added some top-level defensive magic circles, and then used his essence and blood to temper it. Refining, then superimposing countless magic circles, tempering with his blood essence, and repeating this, after nine times of refining, the armor, which is not as big as the palm of your hand, becomes dark black with shimmering light, very beautiful.

No matter how dumb Ling Ruiyang is, he can tell that the magic weapon that Qing Ming refined must be extraordinary, because his spirit bones can clearly feel that a similar force is gathering in the sky, and he faintly feels that it is the mysterious thunder that transcends the tribulation. The magic weapon is no longer an ordinary product, but a fairy weapon, which is rare in the world.

Qing Ming also noticed the mysterious thunder looming in the sky, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his subordinates carved a magic circle on the small armor again, and the blazing brilliance disappeared in a flash. The whole armor looked ordinary, like a An ordinary toy.

And before the mysterious thunder in the sky had time to gather, they gradually dispersed.

Ling Ruiyang couldn't believe it, he stared at Qing Ming, and felt for the first time that Qing Ming's cultivation level had improved, and his kung fu was so skillful, that he could hide the immortal artifact and avoid the mysterious thunder.

Originally in the Illusory Spiritual Realm, Qingming and the Huolingjiao were still struggling to fight against each other. In just half a year, Qingming's cultivation has already been unfathomable. What he said before killing the fairy for him may really be nothing. Out of anger, but really want to destroy that disgusting fairy!

Qingming raised his eyes to see Ling Ruiyang's adoring gaze, and smiled, the armor floated to Ling Ruiyang with Qingming's raised hand, "Xuanling Armor? What's the name?"

As soon as Ling Ruiyang touched the small armor, before he could take a closer look, the armor suddenly flashed a brilliance, shot into Ling Ruiyang's dantian, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"..." Ling Ruiyang looked at Qing Ming.

Qingming Shiran stood up, looked at the dumbfounded Ling Ruiyang, leaned over and lifted Ling Ruiyang's chin, "Do you like it?"

At this time, Ling Ruiyang can hardly be summed up in the word shock. There are so many defensive formations in this armor, so little spiritual power is consumed, and the degree of integration with his spiritual consciousness makes Ling Ruiyang unbelievable. There are countless defensive formations that don't use any spiritual power at all, and can be activated as long as they encounter an attack, there are even formations that reflect attacks, and there are countless complex formations that Ling Ruiyang can't even understand.

With this armor, it is estimated that even a fairy can hardly hurt him at all!

Qingming sat beside Ling Ruiyang, leaned on Ling Ruiyang's shoulder, closed his eyes and said, "I'm a little tired, Yangyang's little shoulder, let me lean on it for a while."

Ling Ruiyang turned his head and looked over stupidly. Qingming had already closed his eyes, and his strange face was slightly tired. After all, the material used was the root of his body, which somewhat damaged his foundation, not to mention the continuous It took nine times of refined blood to temper this armor.

Ling Ruiyang stretched out his hand and hugged the man into his arms, and lay it on his lap. Qingming opened his eyes and smiled slightly, looked at Ling Ruiyang from the following angle for a while, and then closed his eyes again.

Qingming...Actually, you really don't have to be so nice to me...

Looking at Qing Ming's face, Ling Ruiyang's heart throbbed slightly, and he felt more and more that his love was far from Qing Ming's.In the previous life, Qingming did not give up on him regardless of his tragic fate. This time, Qingming thoughtfully took care of him in every possible way. How could he repay him?

When he reached the boundary of Tiangang Xianzong, Ling Ruiyang was thinking about how to get in. He hadn't avenged him yet, so he must return to Xianzong.But without the identity jade talisman, it is very difficult to pass through the mountain gate. This Tiangang Immortal Sect has restrictions set by the suzerains of the past generations. If it is a strong attack, it can be entered, but the momentum must be huge, so there is no need for that.

But his original identity jade talisman is absolutely unusable. Although Qingming told him that all the immortals are gone, there is no need to worry about He Fang coming to him, but he, Ling Ruiyang, was forcibly accepted as a disciple by He Fang under the eyes of everyone. People in the entire comprehension world probably took him as a target.

Just thinking about what to do, Ling Ruiyang saw at the foot of the mountain, two monks dressed as disciples of the sect were about to go down the mountain.

Ling Ruiyang walked over quietly, easily knocked out two disciples of the sect's Qi training period, and turned his head and smiled at Qingming.

Qing Ming shook his head and chuckled lightly, and changed his appearance with a random Transformation Art.

Ling Ruiyang moved the two of them behind the rocks and hid them. Seeing Qing Ming's changing appearance, he curled his lips and changed his body shape to look so good-looking, afraid that others would not notice you?

Obviously forgetting Qingming's superb concealment technique, even Qin Wendao might not be able to notice it.

Ling Ruiyang rolled his eyes, and transformed into a short and fat man with the help of the protective mirror, and grinned at Qingming, which was quite naive.

Qingming couldn't help laughing, and raised his hand, turning Ling Ruiyang into an ordinary look, but Qingming deliberately didn't change Ling Ruiyang's dark eyes.

Ling Ruiyang wrinkled his nose at Qingming, and handed Qingming the mustard seeds found from the two disciples of the sect. Generally, the mustard seeds have the imprint of the master's spiritual consciousness. To open them, the imprint on the mustard seeds needs to be erased. Ling Ruiyang has never done it before, so he doesn't know how to start, "Can you open it?"

Qing Ming flipped through it, broke it easily, handed it to Ling Ruiyang, Ling Ruiyang flipped through it, and found that besides some spirit stones, there were some spirit herbs of average quality, and some miscellaneous things, but both of them seemed to have a jade ring, Ling Ruiyang I took it out and thought I had seen it somewhere?

After thinking about it, Ling Ruiyang suddenly remembered, isn't this the jade talisman of the Lingcao Hall that Situ Hao stuffed quietly into his sleeve when he framed him?The style is the same, but there are some differences in the material, which may be to distinguish the identity of the disciples.

With these two jade talismans, the two entered through the mountain gate in a fair manner, and knew from the disciples of the mountain gate that the two people before were indeed disciples of Situ Hao's sect.

Looking at the peaks of the Tiangang Immortal Sect, Ling Ruiyang licked his lips. Now that his spirit bones have been hidden, and with the backing of Qingming, his own cultivation is not too low. I am eager to try, thinking that I will definitely turn this mountain gate upside down!

Pointing to the tallest mountain in the distance, Ling Ruiyang said, "Go there!"

Qingming clearly saw the light flashing in Ling Ruiyang's eyes, slightly raised his lips, pulled Ling Ruiyang and flew up, landed on the Lanzhuo sword, and when he was walking in the sky, Qingming said, "I want to do this for you!" What do you like about making a flying sword?"

Ling Ruiyang was behind Qingming, with no wind blowing, looking at Qingming's back, Ling Ruiyang slowly leaned over, resting his head on Qingming's back, "Don't want red, other things are optional."

He will never forget that Qin Wendao's crimson flying sword once pierced Qingming's body so cruelly inch by inch.

Qing Ming's mind moved, he had seen Ling Ruiyang's heart demon, he naturally understood, reached out and clasped Ling Ruiyang's hand, clenched it tightly, "Okay."

Ling Ruiyang squinted his eyes behind him, feeling the feeling of flying at high altitude comfortably, looking down at the various peaks of Tiangang Xianzong. This is a completely different experience from his flying technique, which can only fly close to the ground.