A ray of dawn bloomed from the horizon, and the dawn light reflected on the sea.
The tide in the morning beating the shore of Donghai County. The tide carried waves and waves hit the mudflats one after another. From a distance, I saw a golden color between the sky and water. The waves rolled onto the beach, like countless strings of fine pearls.
Suddenly, one foot broke countless pearls, and the foam broke with a slight crack. When the waves fell, an old man on the sea, who was dark and thin, like a fisherman, stood with his hands in a loose Taoist robe. When the second waves rolled up and fell, he had completely stepped onto the beach.
The old man who seemed to have come from the sea had not even wet his feet. He had a pair of phoenix eyes and a long beard on his jaw, and his character was unusual.
Behind him, Xu Daofu, who had met Qian Chen, respectfully followed the old man behind him and whispered: "Tianshi..."
Sun En pondered slightly, and said with a look of silence: "Along the river, it is Jiankang! I think I have not set foot here for a long time... I am afraid that many waves will arise again. When will the world be safe?"
He stared at Jiankang's direction, and the divine thoughts of the Yuanshen Zhenren were enough to look down at Jiankang on the coast of the East China Sea, shocking everything there.
Sun En sighed: "In the past, my Taoist career was just beginning to come true, and I never looked at the incompetent people of the aristocratic family. So I thought of going north to Jiankang and weighing the weight of the younger generation of the aristocratic family. At that time, I met a group of young people at the foot of Kuaiji Mountain..."
"At that time, only Wang Xizhi could compete with me among the aristocratic families. Among the younger generations, there were two people who were very interesting and could attract my eyes. One was Wang Dao, so after I became the soul, I accepted his nephew Wang Xianzhi as my disciple. The other one? He has not yet achieved the soul, but it is surprising!"
Xu Daofu hesitated and said, "What Master said? Is it Xie Anshi?"
"Yes!" Sun En sighed to the sky, "But? He should not be far from that realm!"
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Xuanwu Lake!
The boat left by Qian Chen is empty? The water birds flew across the lake, leaving behind a series of reflected afterimages? At this moment, the broken black-sailed boat lying on the lake? Suddenly there was a figure standing!
Master Tao Tian stood on the boat with his hands behind his back, staring at the misty water on the lake.
He stood on the water eye of Xuanwu Lake, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the lake surface and looked directly at the Tianshi Sword that suppressed the water eye below? Two dragons of Yin and Yang mountains and rivers? They were entangled under the sword of Tianshi, like a tortoise and snake, forming Xuanwu. Tao Hongjing smiled out of a light smile, as if he was waiting patiently for someone.
In a moment, melodious songs of Tao came from the shore.
"The iron flute blows the smoke of dawn? The meeting has been several years since we met. We have been doing nothing outside the world and left it endlessly. You have been old with a few white hairs? How many times have I taken the lead in the sky? This is the only way to go back to the cave."
Master Tao turned around and smiled when he heard the voice, "Old Dao Zhang? Are you going to get the Tianshi Sword back?"
The visitor smiled and said, "Since he has promised him for five hundred years, why should the old Taoist break his promise? But the Tianshi sword is still there? The old friend is about to disappear!"
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The sacrificial platform? The demon monk who hates people and ghosts stops under the stone platform? Touching his head, he laughs strangely. He stares at the tall stone platform with an inexplicable expression in his eyes.
"Are you three left?"
The demon monk murmured.
Through his eyes, he saw another picture - the catastrophe energy here is low, and in the secret eye of the look-up qi Dharma that was passed down by Lou Guandao, the catastrophe energy soared into the sky gave birth to a thick dark cloud above his head.
In the clouds of disasters, various lucks rose into the sky, and the most powerful one was very tragic. The luck was like a purple real dragon, but it was covered in scars. The wound kept dripping with black and yellow blood, wrapped in blood-colored evil aura.
The wounded dragon of luck has its minions and teeth.
There is no trace of the majesty of a true dragon, only endless anger, and he is trying to strangle all the offenders.
"Sure enough, he did not stop the death barrier and began to attack the soul!"
Qian Chen took a look at other various lucks. Except for a clear air hidden murderous intent, which was three hundred feet long, like a green rope that hanged people, the rest...
The blue-black energy is like sixty feet high, and the luck transforms into a green evil god surrounded by a skull around his neck; the black silk threads are like hair, densely wrapped around them, and the luck of many dead people gathers together, and the evil energy is awesome; the gloomy and cold, and the yin energy mixed with life and death is floating in the yin energy; there is also a rolling bloody and yellow death fog soaring into the sky from a sarcophagus...
Although these demons have not achieved great success in the immortal body of gods and demons, they are also difficult people who can cultivate the lives of gods and demons.
"Sima Yan, Immortal Taoist! I have to say that the devil's way is really a bet! I don't have the combat power of two Yang Gods here..."
"Sima Yan did not go into seclusion and attacked the soul, so he could not get the sacrificial platform. Fortunately, I was not unpredictable in this situation!"
The demon monk has been standing under the stone platform for a long time. It should have attracted the attention of other demons, but either he was peeping too openly, which caused a misunderstanding on the devil's side - this person is so arrogant, isn't it because Zen Master Wuxiang supports him? It's better not to provoke him easily!
Either there are many strange people on the side of the Demonic Dao, and no one dares to provoke him as notorious as he is.
Qian Chen sighed inwardly. It was interesting to use this identity to make people useless, but if you have something to do with him - will the junior sister misunderstand? If several fellow Taoists know, he will be disgusted and confused... As expected, this kind of thing hurts others and yourself. In order to avoid being ruthlessly ridiculed by several colleagues in the future, he will become the dark history behind the glorious image of the ancestor of Taoist Lou Guan...
Everyone who can guess this will die!
Qian Chen was quite confident that he had withdrawn his divine support for his external incarnation and went all out to face the two Yang gods.
The two-headed baboon should be a trump card of the Demonic Way, but this Demon God has a deep relationship with the God Sacrifice Platform. He can completely use the Luotian World and Zhu Jiuyin to limit it. There are some other arrangements here, but they are not even attracted by Qian Chen's magical eyes.
Then, it's time to see what is hidden in Taichung for the sacrifice of the gods!
Sensing that the incarnation outside had begun to take action, Qian Chen also manipulated this body and began to step onto the stone steps of the sacrificial platform...
"Rejoice Bodhisattva!"
Above the stone steps, a demon whose faces were covered with black veil suddenly stood up and stopped him, and said calmly: "Elder Fu has instructed that no one should climb to the stone platform of the burial demon burial!"
"whee……"
A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the demon monk and said, "As long as no one knows, I haven't been there before?"
The devil guarding the stone platform showed a sneer: "Monkey Sui Yue! What price can you pay to make me take a huge risk and pretend not to see you? It is absolutely impossible to let you go! In this way, if you are willing to take out the Eighteen Corpse Girl you have sacrificed for a long time, I can promise not to tell what I saw today, otherwise, do you have some suspicion? For example, colluding with the righteous path..."
The demon monk wearing a red monk's robe turned slightly, covered his hands with his wide sleeves, and said, "Isn't it easy to make you not see me!"
He lowered his head slightly, and the demon opposite also showed a trace of condensation, and quietly carried his hand behind him.
Today, this demon monk is really weird. People in the devil's way can do anything, so they have to be careful...
The demon monk smiled, revealing sharp teeth on his cheeks, and flipped his wide sleeves, and a demon blade full of blood-red and exuding a strange aura appeared in his hand.
"If you kill you, won't no one knows that I've been there?"
"You are so bold, Demon Monk!" The devil shouted loudly.
He disguised his hair and cast a black banner full of sashimi men and women to show off, then bowed to the black banner. The twisted sashimi men and women on it turned into demons and rushed down. The nearby magic array was arranged suddenly.
The rolling black air rushed out and pierced through the seven-emotional gods and demons and the six desires of demons, turned into skeleton demon swords and slashed towards Qian Chen.
The thirteen magic swords were entangled in various pink desires, or the endless magic lights were rising and falling, or accompanied by various demon sounds of Linlang, or exuding various indescribable fragrances...
The seven-emotional gods and demons, the six desires and demons turned into demon swords, directly killing the fundamental flaws of the cultivator and slashing at the foundation of the person possessed by Qian Chen.
The demon, shrouded under the black veil, thought that the desires of a corpse girl and a young monk who were as obsessed with the demon sword transformed by the seven emotions, would inevitably entice the internal fire, burn the heart of the five yin, and shake the foundation. Under the internal and external attacks, it would not be the enemy of oneself.
But unexpectedly, when he cut out the thirteen demon swords, the frivolous and depraved on the face of the demon monk suddenly disappeared without a trace, his expression was indifferent and ruthless, cutting off his seven emotions and six desires. At this moment, he was like a corpse controlled by the blood-red sword in his hand.
"You..." The devil had no time to speak again.
Zhu Rong's blood blade had already pulled the blood-red sword energy and penetrated his chest.
In an instant, his Yin God was plundered by an unimaginable and fierce sword aura. The blood-red sword aura broke through his body and merged into the long sword.
The demon monk raised his blood blade, stared at the quiet stone steps around him, nodded and praised: "It was indeed a perfect infiltration!"
In the disaster cloud above the head, the devil's luck was suddenly alarmed and pounced on the shell, entangled with the luck of the long blood-colored sword above the demon monk's head.
Suddenly, the disaster started!
The old devils suddenly woke up from the various demon formations, and confirmed the aura that had just moved, and all smiled grimly.
Someone said coldly: "Someone really dares to come to the door!"
Qian Chen stepped up the stone steps. The strange evil monk now had no expression on his face. His eyes were the most ruthless coldness. The blood-colored magic knife in his hand pointed at the ground obliquely. A witch's illusion appeared beside him, holding his shoulder and said, "Master..."
The infinite distracting thoughts have transformed into all things and have begun to replace the various perceptions of the demon monk.
But the demon monk just turned his head slowly, his eyes, five senses and all perceptions had long been killed by the magic knife in his hand, and now he showed his true face.
The witch saw a knife mark piercing through his eyes, cutting through his eyelids, and blood was flowing down his cheeks. His mouth, tongue, ears, and nostrils were all twisted and blood-colored knife marks piercing through his seven orifices. Shocking blood flowed down his seven orifices.
The witch then realized that this thing had been controlled by the magic sword, and that the only thing he was walking on was a body carrying the magic sword.
I don't know how long ago this thing got mixed up among them. In comparison, their methods were so ridiculous.
The magic sword flipped over, and after the sword light flashed, all the illusions disappeared, and the corpses of several witches fell on the stone steps. The demon monk's steps were still slow and he went up.
Qian Chen's heart controlled the magic sword, and his true body passed through the heavy Yin wind, silently following the demon monk's rejoicing. The demon monk turned into a bloody sword energy, and the stacked blood shadows swept past the stone steps. Several disciples of the demon path came to stop him, but they all fell to the ground without saying a word, and their heads rolled down the stone steps with gurgling.
A magic array stood up, and a hair strand under the demon monk's feet suddenly rose up, turning into an evil dragon and piercing through his heart.
The monk's face remained unchanged and swung his knife to cut off the long hair that was thrusting into his heart...
"So you have been controlled by others for a long time, no, it should be said that you are controlled by the magic sword!"
The cut-off long hair flew into the hands of a man in the magic array and drilled into his pores. The man's fingertips were delicate and white, and a black line under his skin was twisting, squirming, and deep, and disappeared without a trace in a short while.
The demon monk drew his sword to slash. The sword light cut out dozens of changes in the lightning and flint. At the right moment, he calmly cut off the man in half.
The man who was cut in half collapsed on the ground with his lower body still smiling calmly: "What's the use of the Blood-Changing Demon Sword? I'm no longer a human!"
Countless black lines suddenly appeared in the neat and smooth wounds of his upper body. The black lines, which were long or short, thick or thin, were extremely similar to their hair, were wrapped down, reconnected with his lower body, and returned to his original state.
The magic array behind him had been completely established, and nine gates that were as if they were made of black iron were erected in front of the demon monk.
"Kill all the crows in the three thousand worlds!"
The dense hairs are all curses representing oaths... Miaojiang customs, men and women are in love with each other and have sex on the black hair. Once the man is heartless and the woman has a response, she will express her resentment on the black hair exchanged with the man. The blue hair will definitely curse and kill the man. Only in this way can one achieve the cultivation of three thousand blood oaths—three thousand feet of red hair, and woven into a demon-responsive body.
The nine-level magic array is the secret magic power of the Nine Nether Dao - the Nine-Level Gate of the Nine-Level Hell.
If you cannot penetrate the Nine Gates in an instant, you will only fall into the endless portal...
Such a difficult immortal demon body, coupled with the stacked and unstable magic array, no wonder the Blood-Changing God Sword returned ineffectively. Such a demon body is woven with hair without a drop of blood, and it is the most difficult to be restrained by the Blood-Changing Demon Sword...
The demon monk stood in front of the magic array with a knife, disregarding the demon head who had cultivated into a black-haired demon body.
Hua Qingyun, the true teaching of Jiuyou Dao, pieced together his body and said coldly: "Before the three Yang Shen Zhenren left, they had already arranged a plan and were waiting for you to fall into the jar!"
"The Nine-Level Hell Gate has blocked your way forward, and your Demon-Transforming Blood-Divine Sword will definitely not be able to kill me who has cultivated into a black-haired demon body behind the Sect!"
Hua Qingyun smiled cruelly. He didn't have to take the risk of strangling this person. As long as he delayed the return of the three Yang Shen Zhenren, it would be a great achievement.
But before he finished speaking, a flying sword with a flashing cold light cut through a hundred steps in an incredible moment and penetrated his heart.
Just as the black hair was about to spread, the demon monk raised the blood-red magic sword again. At this moment, the sword energy was like a long river. As the blood flowed, all the black hair was dragged into the river.
The sword light fixed all the changes in the portals, and Ji Feng's figure slowly walked out. At this moment, Hua Qingyun's remaining demonic resentment was like the essence.
"It's you!" Hua Qingyun looked at Ji Wan, who was in the same true biography as him.
He was flooded by the blood river and had only one head left behind, with endless resentment in his eyes.
"If you betray me, you will definitely be burned by the elder demon fire. The demon will never die well for a long time!"
The demon monk cut open the magic array with one sword, stepped on the shattered nine-level portal, sank the head into the blood river, and then said to Ji Feng: "You have destroyed my perfect infiltration!"
Ji Feng said with a gloomy face: "Don't talk nonsense, I can't make it in Jiuyou Dao anymore! Kill them all... don't keep any of them!"
It's really cruel enough...I appreciate it!
Chapter completed!