You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 767 Yin Yang 2 Taoist Temple

Under the golden bell, there are less than ten people who can see the battlefield clearly. Most of these people are strong people in the realm of knowledge. They use the power of laws to see far away, and use magic power to project the battle situation on the front line for their disciples to watch.

Among them, there were only two exceptions. One of them was holding a small butterfly-shaped mirror with seal characters on it. The picture displayed in it was exactly the front-line battlefield, and it was particularly clear, as if it was 8K ultra-clear. It could explore the world by injecting spiritual power. It seemed that this thing was not an ordinary item.

The other man's eyes were filled with black and white mist, and he could spy on the battlefield effortlessly. The power of yin and yang was affected, and Changqing was also very anxious. He wanted to see through Zhu Jiuyin's weakness and the movement trajectory of the black ball, but his spiritual power was unable to support him to do so.

Thinking of the look in the little fat man's eyes, Chang Qing stood up suddenly. No, he couldn't just watch the little fat man lose. That formation carried the fate of all the cultivators on the front line, and he couldn't let it be destroyed under Zhu Jiuyin's attack.

Monks also need hope!!

Chang Qing clenched his fists and seemed to have made a decision. His figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was wearing a white shirt with ink characters on it.

Changqing walked slowly towards the center along the gaps between the crowd. Such an unusual behavior naturally attracted the curious gazes of many disciples around.

Coming to the front of Master Kong Xuan and Xuan Qing who were sitting cross-legged in the middle, Chang Qing's eyes were firm: "Senior and Sect Master, please lend me all your spiritual power~"

"You..." Xuan Qing instantly guessed what Chang Qing was thinking and wanted to refuse, but was blocked by the resolute divine light.

Master Kong Xuan was even more shocked. Even though Chang Qing was determined, he still shook his head and said, "You are only in the Yundan realm. Even if you have the spiritual power of us, it is useless. In this battle that can almost be called a battle between the Venerables, winning is nothing but a pipe dream. Our strength is too small. Going forward like this is just to die!"

Yes, in the battle where the powerful and the middle and high-level demon kings can only be reduced to cornerstones, Changqing, even with the spiritual power of two sea of ​​consciousness realms, is like an ant and can be ignored.

"I will go. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will go. If I fail, all the previous opportunities will be lost, and then hundreds of millions of people will be drowned in the flood of the demon race."

Changqing shook his head, still determined.

Xuan Qing finally understood that Chang Qing was determined to go.

In this case, Xuan Qing was not as worried as Master Kong Xuan. The demonic power flowed on his fingertips and gradually condensed into a cyan-gold feather. After turning into substance, the feather drew a streak of light in the air and stopped an inch in front of Chang Qing's face.

Without Xuan Qing's spiritual power input, the golden bell that enveloped everyone became a little dimmer.

"All my demonic power is here, just do whatever you want!"

Changqing bent down, clasped his fists, and placed the feather on his chest.

When his gaze turned to Master Kong Xuan, Master Kong Xuan was in a dilemma again, thinking of giving one last warning: "Do you know that if you go there, you may not be able to come back?"

His voice was trembling and his expression was full of worry. Master Kongxuan really regarded Changqing as his own.

Chang Qing understood Master Kong Xuan's concerns, and he grinned and smiled cheerfully, even the darkness around him could not block his brilliance: "Master, don't worry, it's okay~"

"Have you thought about it?" Kong Xuan asked again.

"Ok!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Kongxuan flashed in front of Changqing and lightly tapped his brow with his finger. A fiery red light shone, and the hot spiritual power poured into his limbs and bones. If the fairy fire had the pride of being high above, then the spiritual power of Master Kongxuan brought Changqing a warmth, just like a relative.

Changqing did not stop until his body was full. Soon his figure swelled up and he became fatter.

Master Kongxuan was a little worried and wanted to stop several times, but was stopped by Changqing. He soon realized that the huge spiritual power of the Dao realm was rapidly and continuously squeezing this body. Cracks began to spread all over the body, and bits of fiery red light shone through the body.

"Continue!" Chang Qing still didn't call to stop, as if he didn't feel the huge crack on his body.

At this moment, a subtle dragon roar was heard, and the ink characters on the clothes began to melt and condense into a black-scaled ink dragon, which wrapped around Changqing's body head to tail. Under the shining black light, a sealing aura emerged, and the cracks faded again.

As he sealed himself off, Master Kongxuan's heart trembled, and he was worried about Changqing's decisiveness. This little kid was not only cruel to his enemies, but also to himself.

Chang Qing has truly experienced the horror of the Dao Consciousness Realm at this moment. Just relying on the concentration and reserves of spiritual power, he can easily burst his own Qi Sea dozens of times.

Although the Dharma body has no sea of ​​qi, fortunately the body is spacious, making it most suitable to be used as a container after being sealed.

Master Kong Xuan trembled as he passed the last bit of spiritual energy, then collapsed to the ground weakly. Unlike Xuan Qing, he did not have the energy and blood to support him from falling.

Changqing felt the most uncomfortable at this moment. The spiritual power condensed in his body was constantly impacting his Dharma body. Although the seal was effective, his body was always on the edge of being blown up. His Dharma body also felt pain. He felt as if he was in hell, suffering countless tortures.

Changqing did not leave. In the sight of everyone, he floated into the air. A hint of fiery red flashed in his eyes. The black and white lights in his eyes became brighter, the black glowing and the white shining, illuminating the many sects in the golden bell. Naturally, it attracted the attention of countless people.

Invisible waves flowed with a kind of lofty and ethereal feeling, like a mist, a dream, transcending their perception and soothing the anxiety in their hearts.

The expressions of the people from the Yuling Sect who were closest to Changqing suddenly changed.

"This is..." Master Kong Xuan found strength from nowhere and sat up, his face full of disbelief.

"Heh~ Another secret!" Xuan Qing shook her head. She really couldn't see the little guy clearly.

The alternation of life and death, the distinction between clear and turbid, the opposition between good and evil, black and white, light and shadow, reality and illusion, round and crescent, sorrow and joy, separation and reunion...

Everyone felt differently, and the expressions on their faces were also different, and the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Xuan Qing saw the separation in the separation and reunion, and her heart was in a mess. She looked at her lover who was leaving, wanted to stand up, wanted to reach out to catch him, but her hand was empty. The scene before her eyes shattered like a dream bubble. When she came to her senses, the tears in the corners of her eyes had already slid down to her chin, cold and carrying a hint of pain of a torn heart.

Master Kong Xuan dreamed of the past, dreaming of the dozen friends placing pieces on a black and white chessboard. They played black and he played white, but no one stood behind him. The wine gourd was gradually empty, and he suddenly woke up. He wanted to stand up and walk with them, but they interrupted him. With a smile, they turned into dry bones and dust. He wanted to grab them, but only fine sand fell. He opened his hands, but he couldn't grab anything. In front of him was still the darkness of Zhu Jiuyin. The two realms of life and death were difficult for the living to cross.

The two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes. They realized a hint of the truth.

It turned out to be the Tao! A powerful yet weak Tao, so powerful that it could encompass everything, yet so weak that even they could easily break free.

This is actually a kind of Tao that grows with Changqing himself, but it seems a little weird that such a magical Tao appears in a little kid; but people who know him well don't feel it's surprising, as if it's nothing surprising compared to the mystery around him.