"How did you do it?" Cai Yi was so excited that she was no less surprised than others. She knew that Qin Ming was very talented and knew that he could rise when he encountered opportunities. But she really didn't expect that she would be so strong, she was a little perverted.

According to previous expectations, Qin Ming should be able to fight to the end, but it was the limit, but he did not expect that he would destroy Mu Zixiu.

"How did it do it?"

"How come the fifth level of heaven has destroyed the seventh level of heaven?"

"Skills account for the majority, but Mu Zixiu was careless."

Cai Yi smiled brightly: "The first time I saw you covered in wounds, I didn't feel distressed."

"It's all skin and flesh, not hurting muscles and bones."

"How powerful is your Vajra incredible?"

"It's about five thousand pounds."

Cai Yi suddenly realized, no wonder. "Go back and have a good rest. I'll go to Huyan Zhuozhuo to get you some spiritual bead grass. Hehe, I bet three of them from him, and he owes me thirty of them a bet rate of ten per compensation.

"So much? Can he give it?" Qin Ming smiled.

Cai Yi blinked and said playfully: "He will definitely not give it, so you can count as much as you give."

"You keep it, I'll use those three trees. Don't forget that I'm still a servant and cannot accept martial arts and spiritual herbs."

"I just say that I'm trying to get the bet in your name."

Qin Ming did not care too much about today's victory. After returning to the warehouse, he went into seclusion again, practiced life and swallowed the energy of life in the world.

The second paragraph of Shengsheng Jue has been thoroughly studied. The recovery speed is several times faster than before. More than ten wounds heal slowly under the nourishment of the qi of life at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yue Qing really waited until Mu Zixiu's men sent him the Spirit Pearl Grass before letting him go. This strength moved many people.

Mu Zixiu was already half unconscious when he left the martial arts field, and his arm was almost unable to be saved.

Although this incident will cause dissatisfaction among the Great Elder faction, looking at Qingyun Sect, no one dares to provoke Yueqing.

The next morning, Zhang Dong's mistress brought another list and deliberately added the "quantity".

After recuperation all night, Qin Ming's injuries had recovered most of his injuries. He raised the stone jar and delivered goods everywhere.

The injury was no longer visible on the surface, and the complexion was good, and the expression was calm, as if nothing happened yesterday.

He was very calm, and the disciples on the road were not calm. This kid could not be beaten to death. He was so injured yesterday, and he was full of energy after a night. It seems that there is no reason why he had not tortured him to death in the past eight years. This kid is really resistant to the beating!

There were still many disciples on the way, but they could clearly feel a little restrained. When the delivery was not timely, no one scolded him, so I didn't dare. This kid was not afraid of punishment, beating, or trouble. He was covered in hoist flesh, and now he had the strength again, so he was not afraid of anything.

Qin Ming was very calm and had nothing to be proud of. What he valued was the gains he had after yesterday's battle and the shortcomings in his martial arts.

These are the most precious ones.

Five days later, Qin Ming's realm broke through again and entered the sixth level of Lingwu.

The three spiritual bead grasses brought by Yueqing and the five spiritual bead grasses that Cai Yi forced to bring from Hu Yan Zhuozhuo were all helped a lot. For this breakthrough, six were used, and two were left to consolidate the realm.

Qin Ming did not slack off at all and practiced day and night. This intensity of cultivation may not be able to withstand others, but Qin Ming has a life-long determination. The continuous gathering of spiritual energy in heaven and earth can not only make him full of energy and vitality, but also relieve fatigue and maintain his best condition at any time. In the past eight years, he finally waited for the opportunity. If he didn't perform well, he would be sorry for himself, and even more so for the Thunder Ancient City waiting for him.

But when it's late at night, Qin Ming occasionally wonders why no one at home came to see me this year?

I used to come three times a year, but it has been more than half a year this year, so why didn’t I come once?

Will something happen?

When can I go back to see my family and the suffering citizens?

Late at night, Qin Ming was sitting cross-legged and meditating, consolidating the realm of the sixth level of heaven. A misty and hoarse voice appeared out of thin air: "Senior... save me..."

The sound was empty, as if it was very weak, floating weakly.

Qin Ming woke up and looked around. Where did the sound come from? He immediately looked back at the deepest part of the warehouse, which was covered with debris, and the quiet night was a little scary.

"Senior...I am the Donghuang War Clan..."

"Save me...Save me..."

The hoarse voice was intermittent and illusory, as if it was floating out of a warehouse, or it seemed like it was coming from a dim space.

"Who are you! Where are you?" Qin Ming frowned and forced himself to calm down.

"Forgive me...Secretize the Shura Knife..."

"No intention to offend...I'm too weak..."

"Save me... take me back to Donghuang Heaven..."

Qin Ming was shocked and immediately concentrated on exploring the Qihai of Dantian.

The Lingwu realm is not yet able to "see through" meridians, but you can feel the abnormalities in the dantian.

Shura Sword?

Reserved in Shura Knife?

Donghuang War Clan?

What and what.

Qin Ming suppressed his emotions and was about to ask, but his voice suddenly rang weakly again: "No... No... your realm... why... you... you... you are not him?"

Qin Ming was not sure about the situation, and was even more uncertain about the good and evil of the "voice". He forced himself to calmly say: "The he you are talking about should be my master!"

"Where is he? Let me see him!" The voice rang out immediately.

"He left for something."

"Take me to find him, and I will thank you very much."

"Who are you? Why is it in my body?" Qin Ming was sure now that the voice was the guy who jumped out of the stone, and it was actually hidden in my body.

The sound suddenly disappeared, and the Shura Knife was quiet.

"What are you doing?"

"Please come out of my body first."

"The person you want to meet is not here."

Qin Ming was uneasy, and suddenly there was something strange in his body, and anyone would feel uncomfortable.

The voice was silent for a long time: "At the age of fifteen, the realm of the sixth level of Lingwu, how can you be qualified to be his disciple with mediocre talents! Where did you get the Shura Sword, and who are you?"

The voice was still very weak, but it no longer became harsh like the initial respect.

"What disciples does he accept? Do you still need to ask for your opinion?"

"Who is he? Which force he belongs to? What deeds have he had? His current age! Do you know?" The "Voice" asked questions continuously.

"I don't know." Qin Ming directly refused.

"I don't know? How could you have the Shura Sword!"

"I not only have the Shura Sword, but I also have the Dayan Sword Book and the Dayan Ancient Sword. I have something."

"Who are you?"

"Do you care who I am? If you don't accept it, kill me?" Qin Ming was arrogant, and his heart actually reached his throat. This strange thing seemed to have a bad temper.

The voice was silent for a long time, and suddenly a weak roar was made. The Shura Sword shook violently, and the black mist filled, rolling up a surging spiritual energy, which made Qin Ming's blood tumbling.

He hates! He hates!

He noticed the breath of Shura Sword and thought that the legendary character was nearby. Thinking that the relationship between the two tribes was pretty good, he did his best to summon and struggled at any cost.

In the end, in order to escape from the Eight Tribulations Qiankun Formation, he exhausted his remaining power and is now very weak.

I thought it would be fine to leave, and I could ask the master of Shura Sword to return to the war clan and the heavenly court, but I tried every effort to get nothing?

Qin Ming endured the tumbling blood and let him vent his anger: "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" His voice was very cold and he was deeply hostile. He exhausted his last strength and hope, but he was given a doll with mediocre qualifications and had the heart to kill.

"I said you didn't believe me. Let me first talk about who you are."

"Little guy, pay attention to your tone." His voice turned cold.

"Old thing, pay attention to your situation." Qin Ming was not polite.

"Damn it!"

"Stop being crazy in front of me. You broke into my body without my consent, and I haven't settled the score with you yet."

"Little guy, if I were the ones I used to be, you would be dead now."

"If I were strong, you would be dead now."

"You are worthy of talking to me, a arrogant and ignorant junior."

"Isn't it worth it? Please go out, hide wherever you like, and don't rely on me."

The two of them were louder and harder, and they spoke more and more rudely.

"It is your honor to stay in your body."

"I can't bear it, please leave! Otherwise, I'll go find the elders of Qingyun Sect and ask them to invite you out?" Qin Ming basically knew that this thing might be very weak and there was no threat, otherwise he wouldn't have any intention of resisting if he was so irritated.

The 'voice' suddenly fell silent for a long time, and said sadly: "My destiny of the successor of the War Clan has fallen to this point. Is it... I am destined to be dead and die in this life and cannot return to the heavenly court?"

Qin Ming didn't speak for a long time, and he was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Where is the Heavenly Court?"

It was originally a concern, but the "voice" was sad. He was actually a barbarian who didn't even know about the heaven. Do I still have hope of going back?

"Whether you believe it or not, the Shura Sword and the Dayan Ancient Sword were given to me by an old man. I don't know what his identity, origin, and what his relationship with you. I have only been with him for eight years. This is a gift he gave before leaving." Qin Ming felt that it was necessary to remind him, what if it was desperate and fierce, and he died together?

The ‘voice’ did not respond again and sink into the Shura Sword. It may be because it was thinking or too weak.

Qin Ming called for a long time, but he ignored the "voice".

what to do?

Let it hide in the Shura Sword?

Or go to meet Elder Yaoshan?
Chapter completed!