Qingshui took light steps and left a line of footprints on the snow until the mountain temple.

Perhaps it was heavy snow that covered the remains of the temple, and crystal clear ice was hung on the eaves. This temple swept away the cold and withered scenes, with a somewhat lonely and lonely spirit.

Yu Menxia paused and Kiyomizudao: "It's already here, what should I do?"

Chen Lian was standing beside her and said leisurely: "There are not always spirits in heaven, earth, mountains and rivers. Only with spirits can there be immortals and gods. This mountain has an inspiration, and the Blood River has appointed her mother as a mountain god. This temple is where the inspiration of this mountain gathers. Only by eliminating the inspiration of this mountain range, I will have a way for you to use your inspiration to display the magical powers that are far away from the world."

Kiyomizudao: "What will happen to this mountain if there is no idea?"

Chen Lian smiled and said, "The phoenix is ​​not a sycamore tree, and the immortals and gods do not live in the Lingshan Mountain. From then on, it will be difficult for the immortals and gods to stay in this mountain."

After hearing this, Qingshui pondered: "That's not a bad thing."

Chen Lian clapped his hands and said, "You can easily understand this."

Why does Qingshui say that it is not a bad thing? He still agrees with it. The so-called nature of water is good for benefiting all things, and all things are born from water. However, the nature of water is soft and weak, so it is said not to fight. People like high and low, but water is what everyone hates. If they lose their inspiration, they will be like water, ordinary and not powerful, so there is no dispute.

Only by no dispute and worry is the way forever.

In today's famous mountains, there may not be some ordinary barren mountains that have existed for a long time.

Chen Lian taught Qingshui how to draw inspiration. Qingshui followed the law and all the inspirations were immediately drawn out. She could not stand the inspiration of this mountain alone, so the inspiration that she could not tolerate dispersed, causing the plants and trees in the mountains to sprout in the winter, and soon looked green.

On the other side, the sun shines on the green onions, as if a thin layer of green clouds is covered with this mountain.

At this moment, a famous scholar passed by and saw this scene. Later, he found out that the mountain was unknown. He took the word Qingxia according to the current situation and spread it.

But after several years, the famous scholars came to visit this mountain again in winter and disappeared.

I couldn't help but feel very regretful, and my friends who came with him also returned home disappointed.

Qingxia Mountain missed the opportunity to become famous and passed on its name. As time passed, no one at the foot of the mountain knew the origin of the name of this mountain.

Qingshui didn't care about what happened after that. With the inspiration of Qingxia Mountain, she used her magical powers that were far away from the end of the world. In the blink of an eye, she crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and arrived opposite the back mountain of Jinguang Temple.

Yuan Qing confronted the three Zen masters and Zen Master Yueguang, which was a confrontation between the top practitioners of the world. He could not allow any distraction, and no one noticed her arrival.

At this time, the sky was as dark as blood, and blood was falling.

Zen Master Yueguang remained motionless, but the three Zen Masters were all silent, flying around Yuanqing, like the spirit of the Nine Netherworlds.

They were originally profound in Buddhism, and they were solemn and majestic. But at this moment, the blood was drifting in the rain and they couldn't help but feel aura. It was said that they were confrontation, but in fact they had already had a confrontation with Yuan Qing and were still affected to a certain extent.

Yuan Qing held the Yuan Tu Sword with his back, and didn't even move a hair on his body.

His tranquility is far deeper than Zen Master Yueguang's immobility.

Zen Master Yueguang used a brilliant meditation, as if he was latent in a lake. However, Yuanqing used quietness to calmness, and it turned out to be a potential bottomless abyss.

He could not judge his status from his appearance, let alone how to break his aura.

Shimizu only glanced at it and said, "I just said he wouldn't lose."

Her eyesight is already the best in the world. With a light glance, she would not see more than her other Zen masters in Buddhism or the other three Dao Sects.

Chen Lian said: "It may not be."

Qingshui felt puzzled, and suddenly felt aroused in her heart. She looked sideways and there was a man with a stern expression around her. There was a blood-colored sword around him, and there was a breath of corpses and seas of blood surging out.

The vitality within a radius of hundreds of miles was completely polluted by the blood and mixed with the blood rain. Finally, the sky became completely dark and the stars and moon were gone.

Yuan Qing finally escaped from that quiet state, his eyes tearing through the darkness, first shocked and then angry.

Because he saw Qingshui and Huangquanzi again.

Was Qingshui held hostage by Huang Quanzi? Yuan Qing's already turbulent heart was even more ups and downs, and the murderous intent in his body was hard to suppress. His eyes were covered in blood and filled with anger.

But in this state, his judgment of the situation became clearer. He saw through the fluctuations of the three Zen masters without any concealment. As well as how the Buddha's relics in Zen Master Yueguang's body emitted wisps of Buddha power, giving him huge power, he could see through it.

He is like a chef who has reached the pinnacle of his skills, and his opponent is a cow who has seen through all the structures, waiting for him to enter the room at any time.

Killing is no longer an act of repulsiveness, but instead sublimates to the level of Tao.

Under such circumstances, Yuan Tu Jian quietly emerged.

The sound of gurgling water actually ejaculated in the void, which was a natural music that made people forget themselves.

Faxian first reacted and threw out the Dzi beads that had been in his hand for hundreds of years. There were twenty-four Dzi beads, which were imitated by the Dharma of the twenty-four heavens of the ancient Buddha Landeng. After immersing in the Dharma for hundreds of years, each bead had a mountain of power.

Normally, if Fa Xian fights out like this, even if the other party becomes a Taoist soul, he will suffer severe damage.

However, under the sound of water from the sword light, the Dzi beads lost its due power, and its original full color was immediately deteriorated, and the effort during breathing became ashes.

For hundreds of years, the Buddha treasures that have been cultivated through life and life have been destroyed, causing Faxian to immediately spit out a large mouthful of blood.

How could Yixing and Zhixuan imagine that the Zen Master Faxian was severely injured by Yuan Qing in one blow?

Fortunately, although they had never expected it, the energy was erupting as early as when Yuan Qing moved.

A lineman waved his Zen staff, stirring up the sound of wind and thunder, and met the sword river that destroyed the Dzi beads. His immense momentum actually had the power to reverse the universe.

On the other side, Faxian had stopped his injuries and kept taking big handprints in his hand.

Although he was injured, the power of the Great Handprint did not diminish at all. He even came first and rushed to the front of the Zen Staff and hit the sword light.

The sound of water is silent, and Jianhe is actually turning around.

This blow is enough to show how profound the Dharma of Buddhism is revealed.

But in the dark night, it is hard for anyone to see his withering spirit. It is like a piece of rotten wood, and the last bit of vitality may be dissipated at any time.

Zhixuan walked in the air, as elegant as Umede, stretching out his crystal clear fingers to Yuan Qing. The silent and powerful wind penetrated all obstacles and quietly descended to Yuan Qing.
Chapter completed!