Heavenly Martial Arts - 650. Chapter 642 Qin Lifeng's Discovery

“The innate way is indescribable, it is the foundation of transcendence, the root of the big Luo, the extreme change of earth, water, fire and wind, the way of heart and fate…” In the endless nebula, Xu Lingqing’s body melted into the stars, and her body became blurred. An invisible Taoist rhyme spreads in all directions, hazy, but it reveals an indescribable mysterious brilliance.

He Heng stared in front of him, and what he saw was no longer Xu Lingqing’s person, but an infinite universe, encompassing the profound meanings of time and space, and deducing the birth and death of the great road. That nebula is her mind.

In the darkness, a rune-like Dao was connected to her, seeming to be one and the same.

“Innate gods and demons… and Dao Ming…” He Heng fell into a deep level of Taoism, unknowingly, his understanding of gods and demons, innate, reached the extreme.

Xu Qiong, who was on the side, was the same, attracted by the scene of Xu Lingqing’s acting, and fell into an epiphany. His cultivation is not much different from He Heng, and it is also very close to the level of condensing innate immortal aura, the extreme peak of pure Yang.

It is conceivable that after this time, the two will take a crucial step in the search for the innate way, even if they cannot immediately condense the perfect innate immortality, they are not far behind.

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In the middle of the night, in a gloomy palace, under the curtains, two figures lingered, one up and down, doing some primitive movements, and gasping sounds came out from time to time.

This palace seems ordinary, but if you look at it from a real top powerhouse, you will find that there are countless powerful restrictions and formations in the dark, and the defense is tight. In the case of prohibition, enter silently.

The reason why such a tight protection is needed is because the owner of this palace is Song Yanrong, a famous hero in the northwestern Liangzhou area, and the lord of the Blood God Sect.

This person rose to the end of the day. In less than a hundred years, he established the blood god to teach his major career, and his cultivation is even more unfathomable. He is one of the top figures in Liangzhou.

More importantly, he is notoriously cruel, famous for drawing blood and soul training, he is fierce and powerful, and no one is afraid.

It is the existence of a magic gate more than a magic gate.

The reason why such a person has not been wiped out by the Xuanmen powerhouse so far is because he is known to be cautious and will not let down his vigilance at all times, no matter where he is or what he does.

The place where he lives is tightly guarded, of course.

But right here, in a corner of this hall, a dark figure was watching everything about Song Yanrong in secret, and his cold and scarlet eyes watched an erotic drama from beginning to end.

He was Qin Lifeng, a disciple of Yan Luodian, one of the seven demon sects, but was later replaced by He Heng and became one of the incarnations of the Sanqing.

His current cultivation base… Pure Yang!

It was precisely because of this that he managed to sneak into this hall silently and never let Song Yanrong notice his whereabouts.

He came here, naturally, there is only one purpose, and that is… to kill.

Song Yanrong was the target he had been staring at for a long time, originally just because he thought his exercises were valuable, but after many investigations, he discovered some secrets.

Song Yanrong is by no means simple. Behind him, there is a secret that shocks the sky, which may be enough to shake the world.

Originally, several decades ago, Qin Lifeng was going to attack him, but at that time, Song Yanrong suddenly broke through to the realm of the cave. With his peculiar technique, Qin Lifeng who had not fully proved Dao at that time had no one. He was sure that he would hit, so he delayed for a while.

And now, his cultivation level is great, even if he is a pure sun true immortal, he is sure to assassinate, but it is the pinnacle of assassins, there has not been a few supreme assassins in the history of the Yan Luo Temple.

He had a ten-percent certainty in dealing with Song Yanrong.

However, he is an extremely cautious person, so he still chose to wait and wait for the right opportunity to prevent Song Yanrong from having any chance of turning over.

Finally, today I waited for the opportunity.

Song Yanrong is very lustful and likes double cultivation. Today he got a new female cultivator with a good cultivation level, so he can’t wait to bring it here.

At that critical moment, Qin Lifeng moved, and a pitch-black long sword pierced out in the dark night. With a terrifying murderous aura and unstoppable determination, it pierced Song Yanrong, who was at the pinnacle of bliss.

This is the sword of hell, like a king, must kill, even more terrifying.

Where Jun Ru is, it is a pure sword, the pinnacle of a weapon, used to destroy everything, but he also has the meaning of being a sword. But Qin Lifeng here was pure killing, nothing else.

Because it is pure, it is invincible!

The blow that had been brewing for a long time, at the moment when it was pierced out, seemed to be shocked, the stars outside the sky were dimmed, and the rainbow light pierced the sky.

Song Yanrong’s fate was already doomed.

Even though he has a special cultivation technique and is almost immortal, under the power of Qin Lifeng’s pure sun and the supreme killing sword that destroys the sky and the earth, no vitality will appear, Qin Lifeng The flaws in his practice had already been studied, and he would not be given a chance to rebirth.

No one can save him.

Under a sword, Song Yanrong and the woman under him died together.

At this moment, an earth-shaking evil spirit formed a mark, which gushed from his corpse, and shot towards Qin Lifeng with lightning speed.

“What is this?” Qin Lifeng’s cold face showed a trace of shock, and the impression that this mark gave him was actually something irresistible.

He is a pure Yang cultivation base, standing at the pinnacle of the great sky.

Run the power of the whole body, touch the mark, but it is destroyed by the destruction of the protection, printed into the depths of the soul.

“Damn it, you killed me!” In the soul, Song Yanrong’s voice sounded, and he kept roaring with extreme anger. This was the little soul he had pinned on this mark, and he had witnessed his own death with his own eyes.

“Noisy!” Qin Lifeng yelled coldly, as an invisible sword light emerged from the sea of self-knowledge, suddenly slashing towards Song Yanrong.

Hum!

The mind roared, the sword light was unmatched, and the moment Song Yanrong’s last thought was obliterated.

Qin Lifeng was expressionless.

Song Yanrong was not the mark itself, and his remnant thoughts had nothing to do with the mark, so it was naturally impossible to match the power of his pure Yang Daonian.

However, killing a Song Yanrong doesn’t mean anything. The mark still exists in his mind, and he doesn’t know when it will change.

“In that case, let me see what you are!” Qin Lifeng took a deep breath and strode away from Song Yanrong’s palace.

After a while, he came to a secret stronghold in the Yan Luo Temple and stared into his mind.

Suddenly, a burst of information gushed out of the mark.

Qin Lifeng’s expression condensed when he glanced at the information that appeared in it.

After a while, he slowly said: “In this way, this thing is not pure, it should come from…”