Wang Shouzheng's subsequent performance was also as Yuan Qingwei guessed.

"Fellow Taoist, if you are willing to stop here, I will leave immediately."

When Yuan Qingwei heard this, he knew that the other party hoped that Qingwei would not continue to expand his authority, but all this did not match his thoughts and whispered: "What if I don't want to?"

"Then, I'm sorry!" After Wang Shouzheng finished speaking, his left hand brushed forward, and a powerful and continuous energy surged out of his sleeve. At the same time, the moment his hand poked out from the sleeve of the robe, his palm turned into a grab, clenched his fist, and his fist turned into fingers. Dozens of martial arts were displayed, evolving into millions of changes.

A layer of white air flow appeared around Yuan Qingwei, intersecting with the air around him, making a hissing sound. He swung his long sleeves, rolling up the vital energy of heaven and earth, and countless energy flying to meet the opponent's attack.

Then, the two began to move at high speed on the ring. Amid a series of explosions, the two sides had already fought hundreds of moves. During this period, Yuan Qingwei was also under the pressure of the other party, gradually comprehending some combinations of magic and magical powers.

The ring gradually shattered in the aftermath of the two people's fight, and the fragments scattered became external forces for the two sides to fight.

Wood chips, dust, gravel, and everything you can use to help become auxiliary to the battle between the two sides.

"Oh!" After a long time of attack, Wang Shouzheng suddenly stepped back, stood aside, looked at Yuan Qing and sighed. Wang Shouzheng has seen clearly until now that the two of them fought. Yuan Qingwei is far inferior to him in terms of moves and combat awareness, but his continuous various techniques are dazzling, and he can always move himself from his disadvantages in extremely dangerous times.

Moreover, the magical power of Jinluoyi on his body is very annoying. His killer moves were filtered by Jinluoyi and he did not have one ten powers, which could not cause effective damage at all.

Wang Shouzheng knew very well that no matter how much he was exhausted, he would definitely lose. With one point of his arms, the strength surged, his wide sleeves flew, and the continuous and majestic layers of Qi and Power rushed out from the hundreds of acupoints around him, thick, thin, and virtual, and real, and intertwined into a huge snare in the air, covering Yuan Qingwei like a covert.

The attack technique of the Blood Hand Tianluo just now was much more subtle in the subtle parts, but the expression on Yuan Qingwei's face was as relaxed as ever. Qingwei's feet leveraged the force and blessed several light body techniques. His body seemed to be a feather, and a golden wisp appeared. With a light wave, he drifted out of the gap of the qi and energy, and he would shatter some qi and energy that could not be avoided.

It was like a jade-carved palm slowly pressing towards Wang Shouzheng's heavenly spirit, but Wang Shouzheng turned a blind eye. His aura was integrated into the world, like a vast sky river, boundless, constantly extracting vitality from the world. The rays of light burst out from his eyes made Yuan Qingwei secretly say something bad, but he had no time to hide.

Wang Shouzheng reached out and raised his hand. The two hands were in contact. Yuan Qingwei felt a will flow into his body along the vast real energy. He was stunned for a moment, and then his will sink into the Yin God. He looked at Wang Shouzheng who rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness and sighed: "What a pity!"

Looking at Yuan Qingwei's Yin God, Wang Shouzheng's vague soul smiled bitterly: "A thought of clear spirit, the soul consciousness has not dissipated, like a dream and a shadow, it looks like a ghost. Are the souls of people in other worlds so strong?"

"What I need to face is different from you!" Looking at Wang Shouzheng who seemed to be trying to fight to the death, after Yuan Qingwei finished speaking, the Yin God slightly induced the breath of Qingwei Palace above the sea of ​​consciousness. The vast pressure fell, and Wang Shouzheng had no time to speak, but turned into countless streams of light and overflowed.

Most of the flowing light disappeared rapidly, and some fell into the sea of ​​consciousness. Pictures immediately appeared in front of Yuan Qingwei's eyes.

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"The Tao can be told, but not the constant Tao. Name can be called..." A four or five-year-old child chanted the Taoist scriptures loudly in the bamboo forest.

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"You let go when the child dies? Do you still have the heart?" A young woman stood not far away, her delicate and pale face full of despair. She had just lost her child and looked at the Taoist strolling in front of her and wailed anger.

But when the Taoist looked back, his eyes reflected in the woman's eyes, which revealed a ruthless look in the depth: "He is not only your and my children, but also your and my bet! It is also my last concern with the world."

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"God's will, God's will, still failed. It seems that God is going to cut off my way." A Taoist with white hair and a young man sat upright on a piece of ice crystal. After sighing slightly, a trace of cruelty appeared in his eyes.

"I am a person, and I am an immortal, and I am only confused in it. I have been obsessed with Taoism all my life, but I have no chance to live forever. Today I followed the fallacies and evil sayings. So what if I am an immortal who defies the heaven?" After saying that, the Taoist sat down and turned into thousands of cold air and flowed out. As his eyes closed, the ice crystal frozen his body and locked the last blood and energy in his body.

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"Hahaha! I actually came alive, I actually came alive!" The ice crystal shattered, and the white-haired Taoist sat upright on the gravel, feeling the will in the dark and the vital energy around him. During the breathing, the blood and energy that were like a candle in the wind were filled little by little, and the eyes revealed an excited look: "Sure enough, my guess is right. There is really a way to live in the world. My guess is right..."

After murmuring a few words, the Taoist eyes returned to depth and dullness again. He stood up and looked in one direction: "But before this, we still need to find that Taoist lord."

The picture continued to repeat. Although Yuan Qingwei looked like a Yin God at this time, he still shook his head habitually, suppressed Wang Shouzheng's remaining thoughts, and sighed.

It has to be said that Wang Shouzheng is a true Taoist. He cut off all the worldly affairs and repays all the cause and effect, just to realize his own freedom, without any thoughts of the world, and almost ruthless and desireless. Therefore, he tried to seize the body of Yuan Qingwei at the last moment.

It was not unclear that Yuan Qingwei's soul who came to another world might be much stronger than him, but he also vaguely saw that Yuan Qingwei seemed to be afraid of death, and his will was obviously not firm enough than him. Unless the souls of the two sides were too different, he had a great chance of winning. More importantly, his life span was not much. Even if he really beat Yuan Qingwei this time, the remaining blood and energy could not last long. Instead of dying and losing his soul in the end, it would be better to fight for it.

If he was born in the main world and I did not have the Qingwei Palace, his achievements would have been higher than mine!

Yuan Qingwei sighed a little, and then his will returned to his body and returned with his palm. Looking at Wang Shouzheng who fell down, he waved his sleeves and sent him to the audience, preparing to find a place to bury him. During this period, one or two people wanted to get a bargain, but they angered Yuan Qingwei. With the wave of his sleeves, his energy surged, strangled the people who tried to attack, and further rushed out of him, pressing the onlookers around him to retreat.
Chapter completed!