Qin Xianyu's whole body was trembling, scattered under the cold air.

At this moment, it is time to die.

Buzz!

All the golden soup and jade liquid, including all the innate Hunyuan ancestor energy he cultivated, gathered in the dantian. In a trance, Qin Xianyu seemed to hear the sound of porcelain breaking, as if the dantian was breaking.

But the dantian was not broken after all.

The golden soup jade liquid is rapidly decreasing.

But in an instant, the golden soup and jade liquid were already bottomed out and all were empty.

There is only one sword in the dantian.

The sword is made of jade, one inch and three minutes long, and it is the most treasure to protect the Tao.

All the golden soup and jade liquid were absorbed by the Dao Sword, and at the tip of the sword, there was a little light that was flashing.

Qin Xianyu looked up and saw a vast white patch in front of him, and countless rain and mist fell on his body and on his face.

Countless white clouds descended.

The wind and rain are blowing.

The sky seemed to collapse.

Qin Xianyu's hair was covered with countless white spots, and it was rain and mist falling on his hair.

Take a deep breath and you will feel pain in your internal organs.

A clear air rises from the dantian, passes through the middle dantian, passes through the twelve-level building, and comes to your mouth.

Qin Xianyu took a step forward and said:

"point!"

The tone was calm, like a gentle breeze.

A white air burst out from his mouth and went straight upwards.

A thin mark appeared in the sky, which turned white.

The white clouds separate from it.

The sky seems to be torn apart.

A straight mark appeared in the sky, and it continued to burst.

The thin mark tore the sky, separated the white clouds, and crossed the figures in the sky.

The white clouds separated from them in half and slowly dissipated.

The storm suddenly stopped.

Then, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.

The world is clear again.

Between the mountains and fields, the air is fresh, without wind or rain, without sorrow or joy.

One word...

Storm!
Chapter completed!