Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 172 Different Paths Entering the Killing Mood

Just when Li Qingyuan was fully immersed in cultivation.

Suddenly, in an inconspicuous corner of the Qiankun Hall, a light flashed, and a spiritual little boy slowly opened his eyes.

His figure was illusory, and he emitted a soft light all over his body, as if it was made up of star fragments. He was the mysterious spirit of the Qiankun Palace.

The little boy's gaze penetrated the space and fell on Li Qingyuan.

He silently watched Li Qingyuan's every move, thinking to himself:

"This kid is really talented. At such a young age, he has been able to figure out the killing intent and sword intent to this extent. It is really not easy."

"However, compared with the Great Dao of Space and Time, these Daos are still somewhat inferior."

"The Avenue of Time and Space contains endless mysteries and power. If he can set foot in it, his future achievements will surely be limitless."

"Should I give him some advice?"

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The little boy frowned, feeling a little confused, and fell into a brief contemplation.

He raised his eyes and looked at Li Qingyuan carefully again, recalling the previous owners of Qiankun Palace.

Most of those people follow the rules and proceed along the established path of cultivation, and few of them break the rules.

But Li Qingyuan gave him a completely different feeling, with his innate stubbornness and unruliness, as well as his extraordinary understanding.

He vaguely felt that Li Qingyuan might be able to break the convention and not follow the usual path. With his unique talents and opportunities, he could embark on a different and unique path of cultivation!

When this thought came to his mind, the little boy shook his head slowly and gave up the idea of ​​making a suggestion.

Then he gently closed his eyes and hid in the darkness of Qiankun Palace, silently watching Li Qingyuan's every move, waiting for him to transform and break out of the cocoon!

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In Qiankun Hall, inside the Gate of Time, several more days passed.

The murderous intent and sword intent in Li Qingyuan's body continued to rise during this period of time until it reached its peak.

At this moment, he was like a judge who controlled life and death, emitting a terrifying and sharp aura.

The time was ripe, and Li Qingyuan acted decisively and began to try to blend these two powerful artistic conceptions into one.

At first, the murderous intent and the sword intent seemed like enemies that could not coexist with each other.

As soon as they came into contact, they repelled each other, and the mysterious energy surged and collided in his meridians, causing the energy in his body to become disordered, and waves of severe pain came like a tide.

Li Qingyuan gritted his teeth, persevered, and continued to guide the two to slowly approach and adapt to each other.

As time passed, a miracle happened quietly. The two artistic conceptions seemed to be tamed by a mysterious force. They began to accept and penetrate each other, and became intertwined with each other.

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Suddenly, at a certain moment, Li Qingyuan felt an extremely violent murderous intent suddenly erupting from his body!

This murderous intent was icy cold, fierce and sharp. Wherever it went, all life seemed to be frozen and crushed.

He successfully entered the realm of killing sword!

Feeling the tremendous killing power in his body, Li Qingyuan was overjoyed.

At that moment, without hesitation, he flashed and entered the space gate again.

Facing the endless depths of space, Li Qingyuan took a deep breath and suppressed his inner excitement.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, pouring the powerful profound power in his body and the murderous intent he had just comprehended into the sword without reservation.

In an instant, the light of the Longyuan Sword became brighter, and the dazzling sword light was like a lightning that cut through the darkness, illuminating the entire space.

Li Qingyuan shouted loudly and used the "Heaven-Splitting Slash"!

The sharp sword light was like a divine weapon that created the world, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and slashed swiftly towards the depths of space.

Wherever the sword light passed, a murderous aura as thick as blood instantly burned up.

The flames seemed to come from the hellish fire, with extremely high temperatures. Wherever they passed, the space seemed to be burned and distorted, and fine cracks seemed to appear.

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Seeing this, Li Qingyuan's face became even happier.

At this moment, he struck while the iron was hot and quickly integrated this murderous intent into the Tyrant Palm.

He slowly raised his palms, and in his palms, mysterious energy gathered crazily. The golden light was like two rising suns, dazzling and eye-catching.

As the killing intent was incorporated into the atmosphere, the golden light instantly turned into a blood-red color, and the light became hotter and hotter, as if it could burn everything in the world to ashes.

Li Qingyuan suddenly took a step forward, and with both palms out, he struck out with the Tyrant Palm.

Two large blood-red palm prints were like the setting sun at dusk, carrying a murderous aura and whistling towards the front.

Wherever it went, the space seemed to be squeezed and twisted by an invisible force, making painful creaking sounds, as if it was really unable to withstand this powerful force.

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After seeing this scene, Li Qingyuan made a judgment on his own strength. He is now at least three points stronger than before.

Now, even if Zhao Sheng breaks through to the seventh level of the Earthly Demon Realm, he has the confidence to beat the opponent!

However, Li Qingyuan did not become arrogant, and he still held himself to the highest standards.

At that moment, he suppressed the joy and restlessness in his heart, returned to the Gate of Time, sat cross-legged on the time cushion, and closed his eyes.

He began to consolidate his own profound strength and state of mind, striving to completely integrate this new power and make use of it for his own benefit.

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Another day passed inside the gate of time.

Li Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes, came out of his deep cultivation state, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

After this period of practice, he felt that his meridians were unblocked, his breath flowed freely, and his strength had improved slightly.

After finishing his training, Li Qingyuan stood up and walked out of the room.

The moment he stepped out of the door, he realized that it was no longer daytime, the night was deep and everything was silent.

The entire Li family mansion was immersed in silence, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the tranquility.

Looking up, I saw that large flakes of snow had been floating in the sky and were falling down.

These pure white snowflakes are like elves, dancing gracefully in the biting cold wind and slowly falling to the earth.

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Li Qingyuan stretched out his body, and after a few gentle rises and falls, he arrived on the roof of a house.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture straight as a pine tree, his deep gaze piercing through the thick snow curtain, gazing far away at the horizon.

Snowflakes kept falling, some fell on his shoulders, some fell on his hair, but more of them gently touched his handsome face.

In the reflection of the snowflakes, Li Qingyuan looked even more ethereal and otherworldly, as if a banished immortal had descended to the world!