Chapter 659 (2/2)
Yi Changtian smiled faintly: ”a strong emperor wants me to check a nonexistent person, so I'll play well.”
At the end of his speech, he surged the mysterious Qi in his body again, turned the whole person into a white shadow, burst and swept forward, and suddenly disappeared into the sky.
……
In the huge hidden Tiankeng, Qin Yi and Yan Meiniang are still practicing quietly.
Qin Yi has thoroughly integrated the Senluo Ling condensed by Senluo King's painstaking efforts into his body, making his potential reach an incredible height. Therefore, with his efforts to cultivate, the mysterious Qi in his body rises at a rather gratifying speed.
Not far away, the Yan Meiniang, who sat cross legged and meditated, was always shining with a faint and strange light on her graceful body. No one knew what kind of phenomenon it was.
Time was lost bit by bit in their meditation practice.
In the twinkling of an eye, half a month has passed. Qin Yi and Yan Meiniang are still sitting there with their legs still, as if petrified.
A month has passed.
They are still practicing silently.
Two months have passed!
Three months have passed!
Four months have passed
This day.
”Pa pa pa...”
On this day, Qin Yi's body finally heard a sound of bone transformation.
With the sound of bone transformation, a majestic internal force of the patriarchal road suddenly came out from his body and swayed in all directions.
”Ah...”
Not far away, Yan Meiniang, who was quietly meditating and practicing, became a victim again. She was severely impacted by this magnificent Xuanqi and fell tens of feet away.
At the same time, the signs of demonization appeared again on Qin Yi. There was only a trace of dark ancient demonic Qi lingering around him, looking mysterious and ancient.
In the distance, Yan Meiniang got up with a disheartened face and looked at Qin Yi who showed signs of demonization. She frowned again and fell into meditation.
At this moment, she clearly felt that an ancient demon was resurrected bit by bit with the continuous breakthrough of Qin Yi. This scene was like an immortal ancient demon. From that very distant Xiangu years, with each breakthrough of Qin Yi, she took a step forward to the present world.
A fairy ancient demon is stepping towards the Hongmeng era step by step. This feeling is undoubtedly wonderful.
”What kind of secret does this boy have?”
Yan Mei Niang frowned and fell into deep meditation.
It's just a pity that she can't think out a fart.
After a while, the demonization signs on Qin Yi finally disappeared, and Qin Yi also recovered from a wonderful state.
”Yes, the six realms of Zongdao!”
A satisfied smile appeared on the young Junyi's face.
After carefully feeling the various functions of his body, he made a serious analysis of his current combat power: ”with my current combat power, with the use of the seven forms of heavenly demons, I should be able to draw with the existence of Daohe king.”
The cultivation of King Daohe has already broken through the eight realms of the patriarchal road!
In other words, Qin Yi now has the power to fight with the strong in the eight realms of the patriarchal road.
The cultivation of King Daohe is nothing in the whole Kyushu Vatican. Don't forget that although he is the highest great master, it is only at the level of Tingwei, above Tingwei, and Shenwei.
Above the Shenwei, there are the high-level of the Holy See!
Of course, with the cultivation of the six realms of the patriarchal Road, Qin Yi can compete with the highest existence of the Vatican Tingwei level, which is quite amazing.
However, in front of this broken road, Qin Yi's current combat strength is still not enough. Fortunately, he has the gun of all evil!
”Eh, my current psychic perception, once distributed, covers an area of 3000 feet!”
This discovery made Qin Yi happy.
The wider the scope of psychic perception, the greater the role it plays in search or escape.
Only Qin Yi has the function of spiritual power coverage. No matter how high their accomplishments are, other practitioners can't have it.
After a long while, Qin Yi returned to her senses and found that Yan Meiniang was standing there in the distance, disheartened and full of grievances.
”Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. Are you okay?”
Qin Yi hurried over, smiled apologetically, and gently knocked the dust off her.
Looking at Qin Yi, she took good care of herself. In Yan Meiniang's eyes, a strange color flashed over her head. For a moment, it sounded the scene of killing the four sides for poetry when she was in Duanyang City, the imperial city of Daliang.
What kind of teenager is he?
Yan Meiniang stared at her eyes. Junyi's face was always filled with a calm and warm young man. For a while, she shook her head secretly, threw away her chaotic thoughts, and smiled at Qin Yi: ”I'm fine. Have you broken through the six realms of the patriarchal road?”