The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

After Zhao Qiu returned to the world of Dawu, he immediately found a body for Wan Jianyi.

Recently, there have been quite a few prisoners of the Black Wind Soldiers.

He ordered someone to find a heinous, handsome, and well-built prisoner from the Black Tiger Gang.

That man was originally a figure in the world, he was quite rebellious, and he complained and cursed at the soldiers escorting him.

"To shut up!"

"Before the general, don't be presumptuous!"

The soldiers escorting him shouted.

The man snorted coldly, then stopped cursing, and looked Zhao Qiu up and down.

After one of the soldiers bowed and saluted, he said, "General, this man is a member of the Black Tiger Gang, and he has no less than a hundred lives in his hands, and he has harmed many villagers..."

"The family wanders around the rivers and lakes, how can they not have blood on their hands? This world is where the weak prey on the strong. They are weak, so they deserve to die..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Zhao Qiu pointed out that it was between the man's eyebrows.

The murderer is always killed by others, and there is nothing to say.

Immediately, the man's consciousness dissipated, and his body limp and fell down.

Zhao Qiu has been reincarnated in many worlds, and he knew the way to seize the house a long time ago, so he passed it on to Wan Jianyi immediately.

Wan Jianyi was already in the realm of the primordial spirit, and immediately took She and was reborn.

Afterwards, Zhao Qiu passed on the practice methods of this world to the three of them.

Piles of cheat books were immediately placed in front of Daoxuan, Wan Jianyi and Ghost King.

"The three of you are amazingly talented, just figure it out for yourself! If there is anything you don't understand, just ask me again!"

After speaking, Zhao Qiu left, and he found a place to retreat.

His primordial spirit has been cultivated in the Zhuxian world, and at this time it is just a body adapted to his true deity.

Soon, his body merged with Yuanshen.

In the six or seventy years he lived in the world of Zhuxian, his soul had already reached a very high level, and he no longer looked like a baby when he first entered the soul.

At this moment, the situation in the sky changed.

Thick dark clouds rolled in one after another, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

There were bursts of thunder from above the entire mansion.

Zhao Qiu frowned, and said to himself: "At the first stage of Yuanshen, the lifespan will increase greatly. It is a battle with the heavens! Normal mortals can't live for more than a hundred years. When I am promoted to the first stage of Yuanshen, my lifespan will also be greatly extended, so Thunderstorms from the sky!"

It's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

It's just a thunder tribulation, and it's not like he hasn't survived it.

Immediately, he stepped out of the room and jumped up towards the sky.

These patches of dark clouds stretched for tens of miles, thick and deep, exuding a very domineering and dignified majesty of the heaven and earth, as well as the original aura.

"Boom!"

In the continuous dark clouds, violent roaring and trembling sounds erupted.

At the edge of the dark cloud, tiny electric sparks are condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

crackle crackle!

It was the crisp sound of thunder and lightning.

It seems that it is ready to drop an amazing blow at any time.

At the same time, a very majestic mental wave protruded from the dark clouds and swept across all directions, as if it was looking for something.

That is looking for the person who breaks the rules of this world.

Breaking through the primordial spirit realm is different from the rules of heaven and earth, and heaven and earth cannot tolerate it.

This wave of mental fluctuations is very cold, like ice for hundreds of millions of years, without anyone's emotions.

When Zhao Qiu was hit, in the thick dark clouds, there were countless thunder calamities, which poured down.

Zhao Qiu snorted coldly, his eyes showing determination.

With a long cry, he used his tiny body like an ant to urge his fists to face the thunder disaster.