After practicing to the Pure Yang Wuji, I found that it was a strange world

Chapter 50
A majestic, snow-white eagle as big as a yard was flying in the snow.

He seemed to blend into the snowstorm.

The strange thing is that no matter where the eagle flies, a terrifying storm will follow it, causing wind and snow to sweep all over the sky, all things in chaos, and even giant trees to be uprooted.

In fact, He Qing can control the size of his body after transformation, and the largest size he can achieve is about the size of a small mountain.

It all depends on how much mana you have.

And magic power is exactly what He Qing has the most.

To be honest, even if he didn't use the power of wind, just the attributes of his whole body after the transformation made He Qing feel that this weirdness was really a big win.

Although He Qing had never seen anything weird about the Earth level.

But this top-level Profound Grade Eastern Divine Eagle Feather in his hands is definitely not inferior to some Earth-grade wonders.

He Qing was flying in the air, so much so that his thoughts began to drift away, and he was thinking about some strange things in his mind.

The wilderness was silent along the way.

The most common animals in the wilderness are wolves, deer, and cheetahs.

When He Qing flew through the sky, no matter how large the wolf pack was, it would retreat several miles away.

"There are so many wolves here. I guess the Shangguan family uses this as their totem."

He Qing found it funny to see the retreating wolves.

When these wolves saw him, they ran away with their tails between their legs. I wonder what the Shangguan family would do when they saw him?

Should we fight to the death, or be like these wolves in the wilderness?

Soon, He Qing arrived at a village.

There was no one living in the village, only corpses and a strong negative energy.

He Qing has a good sight.

But at this moment, he hoped he couldn't see it.

He saw a child being protected by a woman, and saw the child's ignorant eyes which were still open.

"Ow!"

A terrifying eagle cry rose into the sky, almost echoing through the nine heavens.

The storm raged across the wilderness, and almost in an instant, terrible turmoil occurred.

At the beginning, He Qing was in the mountains, listening to the tourists coming and going talking about the inhumane things happening in Guangyuan Prefecture.

He was very angry at that time.

but now.
After seeing all this with his own eyes, He Qing's anger almost spread like wildfire.

Beneath the extreme anger, there is a calmness as light as water.

People should not lose their reason in extreme situations.

He was very angry, but he still used reason to control his emotions.

Ever since He Qing refined the Pure Yang Golden Elixir and gave birth to the magical power of Samadhi True Fire, emotions have rarely affected his judgment.

After passing the village, He Qing flapped his wings and flew high.

In almost the time it took for a stick of incense to pass, He Qing saw a military camp.

The military camp was stationed in the village.

In the snowy night, there were still lights in the military camp.

Miserable women's screams were heard from many houses.

This stopped He Qing from wanting to just use a storm to wipe out all these people.

In the center of the village, in the largest courtyard.

Shangguan Lei was holding a pitiful fair-skinned woman in his arms. The woman had a sad face and tears in the corners of her eyes, but she didn't dare to move at all.

There were also several elite soldiers and an old Taoist priest with a sinister aura standing in the yard.

Behind the old Taoist stood a motionless figure wrapped in a black robe.

"So, what level of ghosts can this village produce?" Shangguan Lei said calmly.

As he spoke, he was also ravaging the woman in his arms.

Looking at the woman in his arms, Shangguan Lei couldn't help but feel a trace of pity.

He was thinking that he was once a well-mannered scholar.

When did he become like this?
"A ghost that can produce the third level of Qi Refining." said the old man.

Speaking of this topic, Shangguan Lei became curious.

"So what are the different levels of cultivation?"

"Qi refining is divided into six stages: fetal movement, entering the acupoints, sensing, condensing evil spirits, building foundations, and refining the Qi. After this, one becomes a golden elixir master, which is rare in the world."

The black-robed Taoist paused for a moment, and then continued: "Every Jindan Zhenren can establish a sect in a certain place. After Jindan, there is Yuanshen Zhenjun, who is already the top in the world." "After Yuanshen, there is the realm of immortals who ascend to heaven."

Shangguan Lei couldn't help but daydream after hearing this.

"Really."

Shangguan Lei felt a little regretful that he couldn't practice Taoism.

"By the way, what happened to those people who went to Lishan? A member of the Shangguan clan also died there."

The black-robed Taoist paused again.

Because he didn't know why.

It seemed as if magic would lose its effect once it reached the mountains.

"The general leads the elite troops and can suppress them with his luck. How can the Canglang Banner that sweeps across the prefecture stop before Lishan?"

"Right."

Just then, a weak voice sounded.

"General, I am willing to do anything with you. Can you please let my parents go?"

Shangguan Lei looked down at the woman.

"Ok?"

Snapped!
After saying that, a slap landed on the woman.

"Remember, you have no right to make demands to me, you are just a pariah."

He Qing landed in the camp with a gust of wind.

He was wearing a pure white Taoist robe made of the finest silk.

This was also a gift Su Yuke gave him.

Wearing this white Taoist robe, he seems to be standing firm in the wind and snow.

He Qing just kept walking like this.

Occasionally there were patrolling soldiers around, and they saw He Qing.

They wanted to scream, but the wind was as sharp as a blade.

From top to bottom, from left to right, a complete person just disappeared in the wind.

Just like that, amid the roaring wind and snow, He Qing quietly walked to the door.

"Ok?"

The Taoist priest in black robe was startled and looked towards the door.

I saw a Taoist in white standing quietly outside the door.

I don't know how long he stood there.

"Somebody come!"

Shangguan Lei put his hands away and heard the words of the black-robed Taoist priest. Then he saw He Qing standing outside the door.

He frowned.

"who are you?"

Shangguan Lei was not panicked. His luck rolled and faintly formed the figure of a gray wolf.

This grey wolf's luck howled towards the sky and roared wildly at He Qing.

Under the surge of good fortune, even the Taoist in black robe was unable to use his magic power.

This is destiny, and this is the result of the Dayue Dynasty's thousand-year rule.

Whether it is the great Confucian scholars, the Legalists, or the Mohists, in theory they are all applying the destiny of humanity.

They all focus on people.

Only those who take the universe as a reference can be considered practitioners; they cultivate themselves.

It’s just that in this land, human luck is flourishing and can suppress everything.

"who am I?"

This is a really good question.

This question is who He Qing represents and why he comes.

He Qing thought about it and remained silent.

The storm was like a dragon, suddenly rushing in from the snowy night. The traces left in the snow seemed to give the wind a shape at this moment.

The moment the dragon-like gale rushed in, the black-robed monk had just opened his eyes wide with shock on his face, and then he passed away.

"you"

(End of this chapter)