Chapter 37: Battle between heaven and man

If you look down from the plane, from Woniu Mountain to the north, there will be a large area of ​​high mountains and ridges. Going further north, you will enter a certain northwest province, and then you will enter a vast Gobi Desert.

On the Gobi Desert, black gravel and yellow dry sand can easily cause visual fatigue. After watching this boring scenery for a long time, you can even feel vomiting.

There are two white lines in the sky that cut through the sky, dragging their slender tails and throwing them into the desolate Gobi Desert.

Nearby are the mounds of the Western Xia royal tombs. The white lines fell to the end, but they were not sure they were hundreds of kilometers away. The sun had already set, and the sky to the west was faint, but it was black blue, looking extremely strange. In front of this dark blue background, the white lines in the sky and the royal tombs on the ground formed a picture that made people feel refreshed.

An ancient long sword was sliding on the yellow sand, and a pair of feet wearing cloth shoes stood steadily on the sword surface. The sword surface slid quickly on the sand surface, cutting out a straight scar in the yellow sand.

Walking on the sword, he finally slowly stopped, like a skateboarding boy.

The middle-aged man standing on the sword was Qin Linchuan, who set out from the capital and circled the territory of northern China for a long time. In just half a day, he had arrived in the Gobi Desert in the west of China.

A breath fluctuated in the sky, and the immortal Zhou Xin followed closely, his face fell down solemnly, and gently fell on the yellow sand. The yellow talisman paper stuck on his feet finally reached the moment of his death. It burned with a sneer and turned into ashes.

This immortal was separated by several kilometers and looked at each other from afar. In the eyes of the other party, they were just a small black dot.

Before the new generation of masters, such as Yi Tianxing and Qin Zier appeared, Qin Linchuan, the leader of the sect in the last three days, was naturally the most powerful existence in the human world of cultivation. But facing a genuine immortal, I don’t know if he can fight back.

A large piece of the lower collar of the robe that Qin Linchuan was wearing had been cut off, the fabric was neatly hung on his knees, and three straight and parallel cracks appeared on his chest, with some dirty blood stains in the opening.

It seems that during the pursuit, this person and the immortal had already fought against each other. After all, Qin Linchuan is a strong man among humans, and he was not killed immediately in the pursuit of the immortals.

The immortal Zhou Xin had no expression on his face. His black eyebrows were stiff and his nose looked a little like a zombie. A gust of wind gently passed by, blew his sleeves. With the wind, he slowly raised his hands and drew an extremely perfect arc along his side.

Qin Linchuan closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and quickly pinched the complex and unusual magic tricks in his hand. He saw the thumb of his right hand lit back and forth on the other four fingers.

A faint breath is generated between these fingers, like a string, stretching and gathering as the fingers are far and near.

As the breath string vibrated, a pure Taoist aura surrounded his whole body and gradually spread out. It spread along the yellow sand and spread in all directions.

The wind blows the sand, the sand blows the marks, and the marks move like the wind.

This is the Taoist technique that Qin Linchuan used when he tried to stop Yi Tianxing from killing people in the forbidden area behind six places in the provincial capital.

A faint breath filled the sand.

The immortal Zhou Xin's hands were gradually rising along his waist, and he was only half drawn in a circle.

Qin Linchuan pinched his fingers like the wind, and pinched the number of 7, 49, and counted all the tricks, and felt that... everything was still on the Gobi Desert!

The immortal Zhou Xin's hands stood stiffly on his waist.

Qin Linchuan himself also settled, his thumb and middle finger seemed to have not touched it. The faint breath in the middle no longer had a tendency to swell or be slender, and it stopped there.

Even the wind that had been on the Gobi Desert for many years stopped. The sand and gravel on the ground were blowing and rolling, but it stopped at this moment, maintaining a very strange posture. A black stone was falling down from the pile of sand, but at the moment it soared into the air, it was still in the air by the Taoist force. It was just floating like that.

Very strange scene.

This is Qin Linchuan's strongest Taoist technique. It is a magical power that he realized after being born from the "Three Methods of Lingxian". The Three Methods of Lingxian were originally taught by the ancestor Kunlun who was taught by the immortals to touch the top of the head. Therefore, this Taoist technique should have similar power to the Immortal Art.

Qin Linchuan just wanted to trap that immortal Zhou Xin for a moment.

The immortal Zhou Xin could not move his body and could not speak, but his eyes were not panicked, and he was still extremely calm. Before he fell to the ground, he had already spread his spiritual sense and had already spread his mind within a hundred kilometers. There was absolutely no human existence that could threaten him. Although it was strange why this Taoist traitor did not set up an ambush, he was confident enough, so he did not think deeply.

But there was a sudden movement from afar that made him feel a little annoyed.

He hasn't come down to earth for a long time, so he naturally doesn't know that this is the vibration caused by the missile engine in the atmosphere.

The trick of dealing with Chen Shuping on Poyang Lake was used in the Gobi Desert again today.

The immortal Zhou Xin suddenly blinked, and some tiny particles of sand left on his eyelashes fell on his face. His hands, which were about to fly like bird wings, slowly moved and lifted upwards.

"It's not strong enough." The immortal Zhou Xin said quietly, easily breaking Qin Linchuan's Taoist skills, slowly lifting his hands, lifting them to the top of his head, and patting them gently.

It looked like it was lifting slowly, and it was very clear, but in fact it was completed in a flash.

In such a short period of time, Qin Linchuan had only had time to squint his eyes, and a cold light shot through his eyes.

The immortal Zhou Xin patted his palms gently, and the applause was clear, spreading across the deserted desert beach, alarming the creatures who had been condensed by the Supreme Taoist Technique in the distance.

As the applause fell, a small sword with a green light and no specific shape suddenly appeared between his palms.

An inexplicable aura came out of the small sword.

The sword fell and slashed towards the sand in front of him.

This immortal looked at each other several kilometers away from each other.

The immortal slashed out with a sword, and the sandy ground of several kilometers remained motionless. It seemed that it was not attacked by any force.

However, Qin Linchuan's pupils shrank slightly, and his middle finger, which had not been touched, squeezed together hard. The light between his fingers exploded, and the flying sword that had been lying quietly at his feet suddenly jumped up, as if it was caught by an invisible hand. In front of Qin Linchuan, he flew up and down like a dragon, firmly protecting his whole body.

A crisp sound.

It was like a glass shattered. Qin Linchuan's flying sword protecting the body was cut in half by the windless immortal sword, and fell to the ground weakly, just like a dragon's head being nailed to death by an immortal.

Qin Linchuan's left shoulder splattered blood, sprinkling on the gravel.

He groaned, and the Taoist craft with both hands came out quickly. Several layers of magnificent authentic power emerged from his body and condensed into a cold frost-like vague fog, layer by layer, protected him.

The immortal Zhou Xin's eyes drooped slightly, but he seemed not to look at him at all. He held the small sword with his hands, and slashed several swords along his body like a fallen leaves.

The sandy ground was still calm.

But those sword energy didn't know how. They killed Qin Linchuan, who was several kilometers away, at an extremely fast speed.

The fog condensed by Taoist power was as weak as paper in front of the fairy sword slashing the ground, and hissinged several times. It was broken completely. Qin Linchuan suddenly had several deep holes on his body, and blood squirted wildly, falling backwards, falling to the ground like a kite, shaking out a large sand pit.

The distance between several kilometers of the immortals is still so quiet and still seems so far away.

The immortal Zhou Xin turned around slightly, and his spiritual sense discovered that a dead object was flying towards him at high speed. I don’t know what it was, but he didn’t care. He looked cold and walked towards Qin Linchuan.

Then he took a light step and kept on the extremely quiet and smooth sand. Until this time, five extremely flat and deep valleys suddenly appeared!

Every time the immortal fires a sword, a deep valley appears on the ground. Five swords were released before. Five deep valleys were left on the sand.

Sure enough, he has the power of a shocking sword and the power of a sword.

"You are a proud practitioner, and you are so different from me, but you don't use human magic tricks to ambush them. I feel very comforted."

The immortal Zhou Xin just took a few steps casually and came to Qin Linchuan, who was lying on the ground and dying, with a hint of appreciation in his tone: "Although you betray the Great Way, I will still keep your entire body. After reincarnation in the next life, let's practice hard."

He lifted the fairy sword with his elbow, as if he didn't want the too powerful fairy sword to destroy Qin Linchuan's body, so he just stretched out his palm and pointed it at Qin Linchuan's eyebrows. A faint light condensed in his palm.

Qin Linchuan opened his eyes at this time, and his eyes were quiet, and he seemed to have no sense of death. Instead, he said softly: "Dear immortal, I have never been a proud practitioner, I am just a teleological parent."

His right hand suddenly pressed a small button on his waist, and an extremely powerful energy fluctuation came from there.

It was very strange. Qin Linchuan's body was originally lying flat on the sand, but it gradually became empty. The pupils in the immortal Zhou Xin's eyes suddenly shrank, and the thunder in his palm suddenly slapped out.

A flash of light flashed, and a huge pit of seven or eight meters deep suddenly appeared on the sand. There were only a few silk of fabric and a pool of blood left in the middle of the pit.

But Qin Linchuan didn't know where he went.

The immortal Zhou Xin turned around coldly, his spiritual sense was draped away, and he found that Qin Linchuan had used some magic, but he suddenly escaped hundreds of kilometers.

Even the Immortal Art is difficult to achieve such an effect. I don’t know how this human monk did it.

The immortal Zhou Xin frowned and felt that the "magic weapon" above the sky had arrived. He lingered a little, feeling that it seemed difficult to escape the other party's tracking with his own talisman paper flight speed, so he decided to collect this human magic weapon first and then chase Qin Linchuan.

"Broken copper and iron."

This is the definition of this magic weapon by the immortal Zhou Xin. It is true that human cultivators are very different from immortals in terms of their power. The magic weapon they can refine is not much stronger.

In a secret military base hundreds of kilometers away, a strange electronic device was buzzing, and a faint current was flowing above the arch, looking like some kind of instrument in science fiction.

Among the arch is a bed made of alloy.

Beyond the arch was Qin Tonger's cold face, and there were many senior personnel from six places. Their eyes were staring at the bed.

Suddenly, the air on the bed fluctuated. Qin Linchuan's body seemed to appear suddenly from a void, and then appeared on the bed. His hands were drooping, obviously seriously injured, and blood slowly dripped.

Qin Tonger's lips twitched, but there was still no expression. However, she rushed forward suddenly, her fingers lit some parts of Qin Linchuan's body like the wind. Then, a technician followed in, holding some instrument in his hand. He aimed at Qin Linchuan's body, and only a few clicks were heard. Qin Linchuan's Taoist robe could not be relaxed, and it seemed that some device had fallen off.

After removing the device, the medical staff rushed in with a calm face and began to inject some drug into Qin Linchuan.

All of this is done in absolute silence.

"Director Qin, the target is confirmed and eliminated."

Qin Tonger's lips twitched again, but she had no joy. She just looked at her father on the bed. Today's ambush is not actually an ambush, but just an empty implementation location. In order to lure the immortal into the Gobi Desert, his father deliberately showed weakness. As a result, he was seriously injured and I don't know if the perfect result can be achieved.

In the end, Qin Linchuan was able to teleport thousands of miles under the immortals, relying on the latest achievements of the six academicians over the years.

This was the solution that Qin Tonger had a sudden idea. Qin Tonger was the most proficient in teleportation in the Chinese world, but he still had no power to fight back against Chen Shuping in Jiujiang City. After that battle, he thought that if the teleportation spell could be combined into an extremely powerful spell, it would allow human cultivators to escape the instant killing of the immortal at the last moment.

He just proposed an idea, and as for how to complete it, it depends on the gray-haired scientists in the six places to do it.

Until this year, this project was only in the experimental stage. If it was to enter the practical stage, it would take at least ten years, because no one knew that it would be impossible to use the lives of a valuable powerful monk to test it - with the strength of human bodies and spiritual consciousness, can it withstand such a powerful backlash from mankind.

“No life-threatening.”

The chief medical scientist at the Sixth Department said quietly, and there was still a trace of unconcealed joy in his words.

In another corner of the hall of the secret base, the scientists in charge of the development began to take off their shoes and slap the table to celebrate.

Qin Tonger looked at the old man on the bed, and the corners of her lips twitched again, and finally a smile appeared.

He then thought of the news he had just received. Although the target was confirmed and eliminated, he only killed one immortal, and several immortals still disappeared. He couldn't help but feel worried.

The immortal Zhou Xin stood alone in the desert. The Gobi Desert under the night seemed so desolate. A secluded moon in the distance connected to the wasteland. The scenery was even more desolate than the heavens. This actually made him feel a sense of familiarity.
To be continued...