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Volume 1: The Divine Eagle Chapter 1: Traveling through the Divine Eagle

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    Zhongnan Mountain, looking up to Tianchi, resting on Zhen Pavilion.  When day and night cycle and yin and yang alternate, the peaks in the south are filled with steaming clouds and dense white mist, like fine threads and thin brocade.  The morning dew is like beads, rolling on the green, tender and almost transparent stems and leaves of grass and flowers. After a night's rest, no matter birds, animals, insects, fish, or flowers and jungles, pythons, bears, ligers, etc., they all gradually come to life, and cicadas and birds sing one after another.  Call for Yangchun to spread virtue.  The rising sun is rising!  The sunlight was brilliant, like thousands of volcanoes erupting, burning the east side of the sky red.  Purple clouds come from the east, as colorful as Sichuan brocade.  Countless rays of innate purple energy are quietly laid down in the sunlight and morning glow. This innate purple energy is the most refined and pure innate spiritual energy. It is a pity that there are not many advanced monks in this world, so this opportunity given by God has been wasted.  Nine times out of ten.  Innate purple energy, although there is a word "purple" in the name, is actually light and colorless. It is scattered in morning dew, clouds and mist, clear streams, deep valleys, and scattered in the vast mountains and rivers. It is invisible and formless, invisible to the eye and untouchable to the hand.  No matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you have not reached the state of drawing Qi into the body and gaining a glimpse of the wonders of heaven and man, you will not be able to use it.  But there was a boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, sitting quietly in the Qizhen Pavilion, breathing in the wind and drinking the dew.  But I saw that his breathing was intermittent and continuous, and each exhalation and inhalation were integrated, extremely light and shallow, extremely fine and subtle, as if the breeze in the early morning blended seamlessly with the blue clouds and white mist in the mountains.  The boy sat facing east, with his five hearts pointing to the sky, his eyes half open and half closed, and purple light flashed from time to time in his eyes, which were bright and clear. His eyes were shining like lightning, but there was no intention of forcing people, just like the rising sun.  Although the rising sun is not as bright and sharp as when it is in the middle, it still has its own majesty.  The Taoist boy faced the morning sun, and every time he took a breath, a faint purple light came out of the Yintang point between his eyebrows.  Phew!  suck!  call!  suck!  His breathing suddenly became violent, like a dragon python breathing in spiritual energy and condensing the golden elixir.  Every time he inhales, all the air within ten feet is sucked in. Every breath he exhales is as straight as a sword. After being sprayed out for several meters, the airflow still gathers and does not disperse. It is on the extremely hard bluestone cliff that is difficult to be damaged by a sword.  , leaving small holes several inches deep.  If Wang Chongyang comes back to life and sees this scene, he will die of shame.  He once looked down upon the world and said passionately, "I will never be weaker than anyone else in my life during the Double Ninth Festival." However, he could not even carve words on a stone tablet, and he lost his own love because of it. Compared with this Taoist boy, he was nothing more than a Taoist boy.  There is a difference between cloud and mud, would you rather not feel ashamed?  Half an hour later, the sun rose higher and higher, and the innate purple energy gradually dissipated. The child's eyes suddenly opened wide, and three or four meters long purple light shot out from the pupils, like lightning across the sky, and the Qizhen Pavilion was filled with brilliance.  The remaining darkness of the night was instantly dispelled, and every blade of grass and every grain of sand within a few feet was illuminated.  "Haha, hahaha, the fifth level of the innate magic skill has been accomplished!" The Taoist laughed loudly, shook his arms slightly, and soared into the sky like an eagle. This leap was nearly ten feet high, and then his arms  Paddling backwards, like the wings of an eagle, Feng Xu controls the wind, his body gliding forward lightly. In just one breath, he crosses the valley of dozens of feet. During this period, the mountain wind roars so powerfully that not even a corner of his clothes is stirred.  .  After a few ups and downs, the Taoist boy jumped to the top of Zhongnan, raised his head to the sky, and inhaled fiercely.  This inhalation was even more powerful than before, like a giant kun sucking water, like a dragon devouring the sky, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged violently, the wind and clouds surged on the top of Zhongnan, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rotated rapidly within a hundred meters, and instantly formed a tower of more than ten meters high and several meters high.  The tail end of the thick funnel-shaped cyclone was inserted right into the mouth of the boy!  The innate purple energy that was gradually dissipating was forcibly gathered by the Taoist boy and incorporated into the rapidly rotating, increasingly growing bucket-shaped cyclone.  The cyclone turned faster and faster, reaching ten meters thick and forty-nine meters high in just one cup of tea. Looking from a distance, it looked like an ancient dragon monster with teeth and claws, trying to choose people to devour. The situation was very frightening.  Such an astonishing vision of heaven and earth has already shocked the entire Zhongnan Mountain. The rare birds and animals all over the mountain are so frightened that even the eye-catching white-fronted giant insect known as the Tiger Master is so frightened that it cowers in the cave and dare not step out.  step.  The whole Quanzhen religion is in a state of panic.  The Quanzhen Seven Sons were dumbfounded. They had been traveling around the world for decades. Although their cultivation was not top-notch, they had followed Master Chongyang for many years. All the top masters in the world had seen them. They were well-informed, but they had never seen anything like this.  Terrifying master.  Wang Chongyang won the championship in the Huashan Sword Contest that year and won the reputation of being the best in the world. He also won the Taoist supreme book "Nine Yin Manual".  With the help of the scriptures, he achieved the fourth level of innate magical power in one fell swoop, and his every move was of great power.  Exhaling the breath becomes a sword, holding the iron becomes clay. When the true energy is condensed, it is like fine steel, and when it is soft, it is like catkins. A feather cannot add a fly and cannot fall. If you compare it with Lin Chaoying and use your fingers to write on a stone tablet, even if Lin Chaoying still uses fossil pills  , he may not lose.  It¡¯s a pity that Lin Chaoying¡¯s soul had already returned to the underworld for a long time at that time. He could only sneak into the ancient tomb quietly, leaving behind the martial arts to restrain the ancient tomb sect, and engraved ¡°In the Chongyang Festival, you will not be weaker than others in your life.¡±?Bold words.  Exhaling breath into a sword, holding iron into clay, and using your fingers to carve words on a stone tablet are all skills that are beyond the capabilities of flesh and blood. Ordinary people will certainly respect them as immortals after seeing them.  In the eyes of experts, it is also unbelievable, the skill is almost Taoist.  The man standing proudly on the top of Zhongnan is even more powerful. He uses his flesh and blood to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and creates a huge tornado forty to fifty meters high out of thin air. This kind of power can even level a small mountain.  Wow, it¡¯s really sensational, it shouldn¡¯t belong to the human world, but it happened to actually appear on Mount Zhongnan, in front of the Seven Quanzhen Sons!  "This kind of power, this kind of power, alas, I hope this person is good and not evil, otherwise not only will the foundation of our religion be in danger, but also the world's martial arts world will inevitably suffer a catastrophe." Wang Chuyi sighed, with a slightly worried look on his face.  "If this is true, we will fight to the death and die as martyrs." Although Qiu Chuji is old, his enthusiasm is still undiminished and he said solemnly.  "It has not yet been decided whether this person is good or evil. Junior disciples, don't worry too much. However, everything is unpredictable and we need to make plans in advance." Ma Yu pondered for a moment and called Zhen, the first disciple of the third generation.  Zhi Bing ordered: "Order all the disciples of the sect to close the gate tightly, concentrate on practicing Taoism and martial arts, and are not allowed to go out for half a month. In addition, Fei Ge sent a letter to all the major sects in the world to tell the truth about today's events for the future." Zhen Zhi Bing saluted.  , went respectfully.  ¡°Senior brother, I want to go to Peach Blossom Island and the Beggar Clan, how about that?¡± Qiu Chuji said suddenly.  "No. Although Jing'er and his wife and the old gang leader Hong have high martial arts skills, they are definitely no match for this person. If they are invited to come, I'm afraid their lives will be ruined." Ma Yu waved his hand and said decisively, "As of now, we have no choice but to  Just wait and see what happens, and hope this person is not a villain." "Quan Zhen makes people panic, but the Tomb Party is completely unaware of this.  Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu, a pair of otakus, stay in the ancient tomb every day to practice martial arts. They only go out to buy firewood, rice, oil, salt or practice martial arts.  This dawn is a great time to practice the ancient tomb sect's mental skills. With the power of the cold jade bed, practice can be done twice the result with half the effort. How can they have time to hang out?  Not to mention how shocked everyone on Zhongnan Mountain was, at this time, another change occurred at the top of Zhongnan Mountain.
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