Chapter 551 Wind Is Coming From All Directions, and Thunder Is Also Coming

In autumn, Zhuo Rusui felt something strange when he just started to practice with his eyes closed.

The aura of heaven and earth is like a real wind, rushing from all directions. Although most of them entered Jing Jiu's body, the concentration of the aura in Yajian increased by an unknown number of times, and it was as condensed as water.

Even Zhongzhou Sect and Qingshan Sect, the two sects with the best spiritual veins, could not find a place with such abundant spiritual energy.

To practice in such an environment, one year is equal to how many years in normal times? From autumn to now, it has only been a long time, and he has already felt the obvious growth of the Dao tree, and the number of sword essence has greatly increased, even... That's why he was silent for so long, and then asked that question.

Lu Qing was silent for a while, then said: "It used to be like this, but it's not like this."

Yes, the entire Shenmo Peak knew that when Jing Jiu meditated and cultivated, the aura of heaven and earth would move closer to his body. So both Ada and she like to practice not far from him. The problem is that the aura of heaven and earth in the past was only a little thicker, but like this time, it really came from all directions like the wind.

Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu, and thought to herself, could it be because your realm is higher now?

If this is the case, how much spiritual energy will you need for practice when you reach the Heaven-reaching Realm?

If such a large amount of spiritual energy enters someone's body in a short period of time, the world will inevitably respond, and it may even... cause a catastrophe!

After Jing Jiu finished reading the sword book, he waved his hand and threw it down the cliff. Before it drifted away, the sword book shattered into green smoke.

Immediately afterwards, the wind and snow on the cliff suddenly turbulent, accompanied by a soft hum, he had disappeared from the spot.

The three of Zhao Layue subconsciously looked towards the sky, but they couldn't see him anywhere.

After a few breaths, Jing Jiu broke through the wind and entered the Void Realm.

There is no air in the virtual world, naturally there is no wind, and there is no sound, it is as quiet as a tomb.

He felt that someone was watching him from thousands of miles to the southwest—from late autumn to winter, he had attracted a lot of heaven and earth spiritual energy, but it was nothing to the largest heaven and earth. Unexpectedly, it still alarmed some powerful people nearby.

Ah Da also didn't like Void Realm, and he didn't want to stay here for too long, so he squinted his eyes and looked towards the southwest.

The breath in the southwest direction quickly disappeared.

Jing Jiu continued to go upwards, and soon he would reach the upper level of the Void Realm.

In the higher sky, those colorful thunderstorm vortexes looked like big terrifying eyes, staring at him ruthlessly.

Ah Da's pupils shrank into beans, and he meowed, but he forgot that there was no sound in the Void Realm, so he stretched out his right paw and scratched Jing Jiu's face.

A bright spark sputtered in the sky, then fell, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Jing Jiu shook his head and put it down.

Ah Da floated in the void, his long white hair became extremely fluffy, looking like a weak, pitiful and helpless dandelion.

After dozens of breaths, Jing Jiu reached the top of the void, took off his white clothes and put them away.

Then, it only took him a short time to break through the seemingly indestructible barrier and enter the minefield.

Looking at this scene, Ah Da's pupils shrank into grains of rice, full of panic and uneasiness.

There is still no sound in the void.

The terrifying eyes in the minefield were still wide open, as if not a single speck of dust had fallen into them.

After an unknown amount of time, a tiny spark suddenly appeared in a thunderstorm vortex.

Those were not sparks, but a rapidly falling figure, whose body was surrounded by high-temperature thunder and fire.

The figure descended at an unimaginable speed, broke through the indestructible barrier, and returned to the void, the flames on his body were instantly extinguished.

Ah Da floated over, looked at Jing Jiu who was still smoking, and asked anxiously in his consciousness, "How do you feel?"

Jing Jiu smiled and said, "Very good."

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When he carried Ah Da back to the snow cliff, Jing Jiu had already put on his white clothes, clean as usual, nothing seemed to have happened.

But both Zhuo Rusui and Lu Qing felt that his aura had changed significantly.

Knowing the reason, Zhao Layue stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, and found that it was scorching hot... no, it should be said to be as hot as a branding iron!

Zhuo Rusui looked at her movements and felt very bewildered, wondering if the master master also had a fever?

Zhao Layue then noticed that Jing Jiu's missing earlobe was a little burnt, so she stretched out her hand to rub it, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Ah Da meowed, indicating that this pervert not only doesn't feel pain, but also feels very good.

"Go." Jing Jiu said.

Three flying swords flew up one by one.

Firth sword is even more bright red.

The Fish Swallowing Sword is extremely agile.

The cosmic front is still as wide.

Zhuo Rusui stepped on the sword and faced Gangfeng, very high-spirited, and said: "I'm going to break through!"

Zhao Layue said, "Me too."

These two natural Dao seeds of the Green Mountain Sect can be said to be the strongest among the younger generation in the cultivation world.

In recent years, they have been attacking the upper realm of Youye. They thought they would last at least ten more years. Who would have thought that they would have reached that threshold now.

Zhuo Rusui suddenly thought of an extremely important matter, turned his head and said to Gu Qing: "When I practice in the future, I will sit next to my uncle."

His mind was spinning extremely fast, he knew that Zhao Layue couldn't compete, and it was impossible to squat on top of Jing Jiu like Lord White Ghost, so he could only compete with Gu Qing.

Then he thought that after all, Gu Qing is the direct disciple of the senior uncle, and he is just a senior nephew, so the relationship is not so good, so he quickly added: "I am the senior brother."

Naturally, Gu Qing would not argue with him about this, and said, "That's fine, I'm used to standing behind Master."

Seeing that Gu Qing agreed so simply, Zhuo Rusui felt a little embarrassed, and said to Jing Jiu, "Master, can you not always sit on the edge of the cliff? In that case, there will be two people sitting in front of you."

This is including Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia.

Lu Qing smiled, thinking that you can figure it out clearly.

Jing Jiu said, "How many times have you rubbed off on Shenmo Peak's meal, and now you even want to rub off on the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth?"

Zhuo Rusui could tell that he was not angry, on the contrary, he was willing to say such witty words, which showed that he was in an unbelievably good mood, and hurriedly followed.

"Now you are also the peak master of Tianguang Peak, you can't treat one more favorably than another!"

Several sword lights cut through the sky, leaving clear cloud marks.

In a certain place in the south of the snowy mountain, everyone from the suzerain to the ordinary disciples of the Xuantian Sect knelt on the ground and saluted the sword lights in the sky.

Zhou Yunmu got up slowly, stood on the bluestone, looked at the sky for a moment, and said, "From today onwards, I will start retreat."

Xuantian Sect Master Lu Jin was stunned before he understood what had happened, and said with great joy, "Congratulations, master!"

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"Congratulations, Master."

A young novice monk walked into the Zen room and said respectfully to an old monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue, with unconcealable joy and satisfaction in his eyes.

This temple is called Pinggu Temple, with three front and back halls and more than ten monks. It is the family temple of Jia Sheng, a famous wealthy businessman in Yizhou City.

The old monk was a wandering monk who traveled from other states last autumn. The abbot of Pinggu Temple talked with him for a while and found that the old monk was profound in Buddhism and knowledgeable.

At the end of winter, the abbot of Pinggu Temple caught wind and cold and died. Before he died, he begged the old monk to help take care of Pinggu Temple.

The old monk was unwilling at first, but seeing the abbot's grief, he reluctantly agreed, and said that he would leave after three years.

The wealthy businessman Jia Sheng had known through the abbot that the old monk was extraordinary, and he naturally had no objection when he thought that a real virtuous man would be welcomed in his family temple.

In this way, the old monk became the abbot of Pinggu Temple.

The congratulations that the little monk said had nothing to do with this matter, but the magistrate of Yizhou heard that the new abbot of Pinggu Temple was a Zen master, and decided to bring his family to burn incense.

Although Pinggu Temple is the family temple of the Jia family, it is natural to give this kind of convenience to Master Zhizhou.

After this incident, I think that Pinggu Temple will definitely become a very famous Zen temple in Yizhou City, and it is impossible to say that it will break away from Jia's family one day and become a real famous temple.

With such a beautiful thing, no wonder the little novice was so happy.

The old monk said to the Buddha statue: "I will leave in three years. If I really leave Jia's house, what are you going to do?"

The little novice did not answer his words, but a calm voice answered him.

"You're leaving today."

The calmness in this voice has reached a certain extreme.

It is a state that goes far beyond coldness and is closer to serenity.

It seemed that, let alone this Pinggu Temple, even if the whole world were destroyed, that person would not feel anything.

The old monk turned around.

The little monk had already fallen to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Jing Jiu stood at the door.

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This old monk is Master Huiyuan.

Under that cliff last fall, it was he who killed Chen Wen, the elder of the Kunlun School.

Who would have thought that this important figure of Bulaolin was actually hidden in a family temple in Yizhou City.

Master Huiyuan looked at that beautiful face, guessed the identity of the other party, and said: "I didn't expect you to find me, and what I didn't expect was that I didn't sense your arrival."

Jing Jiu said, "Tell me about Taiping's whereabouts, and you won't die."

"I didn't expect that the head master actually came to kill me in person. It's an honor, but do you really think you can kill me?"

Master Huiyuan looked at him and said with a smile: "The head of Qingshan is invincible under the heavens, but that's the real Liu Ci, not you."

Jing Jiu is the youngest and the weakest head of Qingshan.

Master Huiyuan's realm strength is unfathomable. Even if it was a surprise attack at that time, he could kill Kunlun Elder Chen Wen with one blow, and his level can be judged.

Even the Sea Breaking Realm Elder of the Green Mountain Sect may not be his opponent.

The Jia Mansion not far away was very lively, it seemed that a banquet was being held, and the Yizhou City farther away was even more lively. The Zhizhou Mansion was setting off firecrackers for some happy event.

Only Pinggu Temple was very quiet.

Master Huiyuan didn't sense Jing Jiu's arrival, but he was sure that there was no other strong person from Qingshan in Pinggu Temple at this time.

The oil lamp reflected his figure on the ground, and he sat quietly on the futon, as if he had merged with the Buddha statue behind him.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything more, he raised his right hand and aimed at the old monk.

Looking at this scene, the hair on the back of Master Huiyuan's neck suddenly stood on end.

It's called hair fluffing.

This is the physiological reaction that mortals will have when they encounter extreme panic.

However, he is a great master of Zen Buddhism, why would he have such a reaction?

Because that hand brought him great fear.

That is the shadow of death.

Also thunder.