Sword of Coming Chapter 1217

Chapter 1217 Snow Light

It rains continuously in the mountains, and the vegetation knows spring best.

In the wine shop at the foot of the mountain that was renamed Zheyao Mountain, Song Wu, the goddess of the mountain, who also had her name changed at the top of the mountain, used Zhanwang Qi Technique to overlook the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom.

She no longer cares about worrying about Ma's fate. She is just worried that her Zheyao Mountain is adjacent to the capital, and she is afraid of being affected. She just doesn't know how big a storm the previous group of people will cause in the capital, and is afraid that this kind of mountain will collapse and the ground will break up. When gods fight, both sides won't stop once they get started. The three drinkers who had taken shelter from the rain before, Liu Xianyang, the current leader of Longquan Sword Sect, Gu Can, the direct descendant of Mr. Zheng in Baidicheng City, and Pei Qian, one of the four great masters of Aquarius Continent, none of them had ever been thought of before. Dare to think of the top figures in the continent, regardless of identity and strength, Song Wei is a female mountain **** after all, so she admires the young but famous Grandmaster Pei the most. If not for the incident in Yu Xuanguo today, she would How happy would Song Wei be to be able to drink in his own shop? Song Wei sighed quietly, feeling envious of her fellow water gods nearby. At least they could stay away from the storm. She lifted the corners of her skirt, revealing a pair of embroidered shoes, and lamented that the golden statue in the mountain temple no longer had "long legs".

At this moment, an old man who looked like a farmer appeared out of thin air at the door. Song Wei was so frightened that he knelt down and saluted on the spot. After all, this was the boss of his immediate boss, and there was a huge difference in status between the two parties. The visitor was none other than Yizhou Xiyue Mountain Monarch. Tong Wenchang, who should now be honored as the Divine Monarch, took the lead in crossing the threshold with his hands behind his back and said: "We will not talk about official business today. There is no need to be restrained. We are just looking for a place to drink. You are the master." I'm a guest.”

Song Wei was shocked and relieved, and immediately relaxed his frown. With Tong Shenjun here, her little mountain god's temple must be worry-free.

In the capital, Gu Can used his magical power to shrink and left the palace in one step, and went straight to the vicinity of Qintian Prison. He did not say hello to the nominal maid, but just walked around the streets alone like a tourist. In a bookstore that sells rare books, he casually browsed through the books and chose a fairy book named after a certain person. He placed it in a prominent position for the shopkeeper. This kind of book was not popular in the market. Gu Can flipped through it casually. The opening page is about how the immortals in the mountains cook several kinds of medicinal food. According to this book, the immortal family's mountain and wilderness cleansing is very mysterious. The **** of food is refreshing and the meat is not fat. Light and agile, over time, diners can be as light as a leaf, walk as fast as flying, and walk across mountains and rivers as if they are walking on flat ground... Gu Can smiled and shook his head. Qi practitioners go to the mountains to practice Taoism. How can it be so simple to achieve the state of being light and lifting one's body? However, there is an annotation in the book that is quite good. It is equivalent to revealing the secret of heaven in one sentence. Ancient people made elixirs and collected medicines from all over the mountains and rivers.

A charming woman walked into the shop slowly, staggered deliberately, twisted her waist, and fell into Gu Can's arms. Gu Can didn't raise her head, but stretched out her hand to touch the woman's forehead, and then pushed her away. The bookseller on the side looked wide-eyed, never thinking that this customer who only wanted to see and buy was actually a gentleman. If it were him, he would also reach out to "help" her. In the panic, he could not guarantee where he would hold down the beauty's delicate body.

The woman stood up straight, covered her mouth and said with a sweet smile: "Is this trip safe for the young master?"

Gu Can ignored it and just asked the shopkeeper: "Does the shop sell the Seal Book of the Hundred Sword Immortal?"

The shopkeeper was confused and asked out of curiosity: "Who compiled it? Is it the original or a reprinted version?"

Gu Can smiled, put down the book in his hand, took Gu Lingyan out of the shop, and walked in a relatively quiet alley. He took a rough look at Gu Lingyan's harvest, put it all in his bag, and gave him a neither high nor low. Rating: "Alright."

Gu Lingyan took out a square-inch object in the shape of a mountain ghost's money from his sleeve, and said with a smile, "There is also this."

Gu Can asked: "What?"

Gu Lingyan said: "They are all old almanacs, from different years, and some are professional books related to almanacs. Counting is not my specialty. I got a headache just looking at them, so I packed them all in close proximity."

Gu Can separated a channel of consciousness and inspected the storage inside the money. After a few cursory glances, he only took out some thin booklets, as if pinching the ends, and threw the square-inch object back to her, "The rest of the almanacs , return them all to Qin Tian Jian."

Since ancient times, human dynasties have had rules for compiling and issuing almanacs. Some good people on the mountain like to collect almanacs from different dynasties and different years. However, what Gu Can left behind was only the legal calendar determined and compiled by his predecessors, and some accompanying corrections of the sun, moon and moon. He seemed not to be interested in the almanac. Seeing the unwilling expression on her face, Gu Can gave her a brief explanation, "According to the popular saying, if you collect a year's worth of almanacs, your family will be repaid."

Gu Lingyan blinked, "What do you mean?"

Gu Can said: "It's just that the house is prone to water leakage and fires."

Gu Lingyan asked: "Real or false?"

Gu Can said: "Some things, it is better to believe that they are true than to believe that they are not true. There is no need to test the truth by yourself."

Gu Can seemed to be in a good mood, and it was rare for Gu Can to say a few words to Xian Tian, ​​"If there is a flood disaster caused by a star change, the courts of various countries will 'request' a whole set of Jiazi almanacs to implement a method of victory. So Qin Qin The place Tianjian used to store the almanacs of various dynasties was very particular. For example, a certain character in the name of the library would usually be the radical of the word water, such as Yuan, Yuan, Sui, Jin, etc."

She nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Gu Can suddenly asked: "Where did this mountain ghost money come from?"

Gu Lingxuan smiled sweetly and said: "There are Xianjia ferry crossings and marketplaces in the wild world, okay? I'm not allowed to step on dog **** and pick it up."

The purpose of mountain ghosts is to distinguish them from orthodox mountain gods. Ask the mountain ghost who has been blessed by the Taoist temple to spend money. It is regarded as a pure yang thing, which can be used to house or hang.

Even in the mountains, this kind of spending is very popular, because there is no worry about it being easy to invite gods but difficult to send away, and it is very effective to use it to open a furnace and town.

Gu Can said: "It's worth some money, keep it well."

Gu Lingyan asked: "Young Master still hasn't decided on the location of the sect?"

Gu Can nodded, "It's not a trivial matter. It's not urgent anyway. Let's look at a few more places."

Gu Lingyan smiled and said: "In the final analysis, the young master is just hesitant and undecided."

He didn't hesitate to antagonize Lingfei Palace, but he also wanted to step in and buy the Hehuan Mountain boundary, which was said to be Little Shujian Lake, from the Qingxing Kingdom's court.

It's impossible for Gu Can to think that money is too hot to handle.

In the final analysis, it was Gu Can who hesitated and had an impulse to do something to prove something to someone before choosing the Hehuan Mountain area for the sect.

But his reason told him that this choice was an idiotic move.

Gu Can didn't want to talk to her about this, so her mind turned elsewhere and she laughed to herself.

She asked curiously: "Did Young Master think of something interesting?"

Gu Can smiled and said: "It's okay here in Aquarius Island. The news is not available, so we don't know much. There are flowers inside the walls and fragrance outside the walls. In other places, there are some interesting sayings. They all think that he comes from a scholarly family and has grown up since childhood. Just fill your stomach with poems and books, the reason is very interesting, 'Look at the hundreds of pages of music, how can it be common people's language?'"

She covered her mouth and smiled, it was really funny.

Gu Can continued: "Even if you know his general background and know that he is a mud-legged man, you still say that it is called a noble son from a poor family and a high official from a white house. It must be that Chen Jun has made great contributions to the world at a young age." Chi.'"

Gu Can wanted to laugh when he thought of these kind words.

She said cautiously: "If the Chinese Confucian Temple hadn't deliberately concealed it, not to mention the honorific title of 'Chen Jun', some people would have respectfully addressed it as 'Chen Zi', right?"

Gu Can laughed it off.

"Sir, have you ever thought about what kind of person you must become in this life?"

“Just think about who you don't want to be.”

"Give me an example."

"Such as the embroidered pillows that you find useless."

"My young master, it's useless. You haven't tried it."

It rained from the sky and flowed from the ground to the ground. There were fights at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, haha.

When they arrived at a place, seeing Gu Can stop walking, Gu Lingxuan asked in confusion: "Sir, what is this?"

Gu Can said: "We are waiting for someone, we have arranged to meet here."

Gu Lingyan became more and more curious, "Is there an expert hiding in the palace?"

Gu Can said: "There are not so many things to pick up. National Master Huang Lie is in the Golden Core Realm. I roped him in to be the sect's worshiper. He is familiar with the customs of the mountain and the rules of the officialdom. He can help with some common affairs."

Gu Lingyan asked: "Need it?"

Gu Can said: "Of course Baidi City doesn't need it, but my sect does."

This is a scenic spot in the capital with a touch of fairy spirit. It is called Moon Mirror Pond and is home to various carps. People in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom have had the custom of releasing carps here since ancient times. A pavilion was built next to the pool, and an ancient mirror was hung on the forehead. The couplets were very mottled and old. The content was that there was no need to avoid the fish, shrimps, turtles, and snakes. The light only illuminated the dragon. It is said that every moonlit night, the water here is particularly bright and clear, with sparkling waves. It seems that it is indeed true as the couplet says, and it is not a lie. Just now, Gu Can did not enter the pavilion, but stopped at the entrance of a nearby Taoist temple. Mixed in the bustling city, it was a cold and unpopular temple, the kind that ordinary people would miss when passing by. Gu Lingyan looked at the small Qingjing Taoist temple. The door couplet here was also strange. There were elves and gods, but he didn't know who the melting cast was. It was more like the words in half a couplet... Gu Lingxuan instantly understood, could it be that together with the pavilion couplets, they were called a couplet? In this way, Gu Lingyan took a long look at the deserted Taoist temple called "Chongyang". Unfortunately, she was not familiar with the art of looking at qi and could not see any more ways. She doesn't take it seriously and doesn't care about people living in seclusion here to practice Taoism. First of all, the spiritual energy in the mind is thin, and what does it mean to be a Taoist? She herself is Yu Pu with excellent qualifications. Is there an immortal in there who can ascend to refine elixirs here?

She turned her head and looked around, and there came... a golden elixir earthly immortal who was not too young.

Is he the owner of this Taoist temple?

Gu Can smiled and asked, "Is the handover completed?"

Huang Lie nodded and said, "Following your instructions, I told Xue Pang the truth. When I heard it was you, I had a shit-eating expression on my face and didn't dare to say anything."

Suddenly realizing that this metaphor seemed a bit inappropriate, the old man hurriedly smiled and said: "I'm sorry for not using my words. Anyway, both parties are polite, and it's easy to get together and part ways."

Gu Can said: "You can speak freely from now on. Xue Pang can tolerate a national master who picks up lice and takes off his boots, but I am always slightly more generous than him."

Huang Lie smiled and said: "This is a good thing. When I came here, I was still struggling with whether I would be tricked by Sect Master Gu into the house and then turn my back and deny anyone."

Gu Can shook his head and said: "You still don't know much about our Baidi City. The rumors from the outside world are spread by false rumors and cannot be accurate. In Baidi City, the native genealogy monks go out to do things, and their ways are relatively wild. The Shanzeye cultivators who entered the city halfway are more disciplined. .”

Huang Lie said cautiously: "If I have the opportunity, I can go to Baidi City to see the lanterns. I only need to get a general view of it. I am really curious and longing for it. I have been fascinated by it for a long time."

Gu Can said: "The threshold of Baidi City will only get higher and higher in the future. This matter is indeed not easy, but it can be discussed. For example, we can wait until you reach the Nascent Soul Realm."

Gu Lingyan seemed to have just discovered that there was such a famous person. He smiled brightly and said in a strange way: "Oh, it's amazing, he is actually an old **** of golden elixir."

Huang Lie laughed and said: "So-so, so-so."

Gu Can glanced at her and reminded: "Speak like a human being."

She obviously listened to the advice, and she turned sideways and said a blessing, "I'm so effective, I've met my senior. I've only been with the master for a short time, and I don't understand the rules and etiquette. I kindly ask my senior to atone for my sins."

Gu Can introduced: "She is now under the pseudonym Yingshen. She is from the wild demon clan and is in the Jade Pu realm. She has good qualifications."

Huang Lie was not surprised at all. City Master Zheng, his master's apprentice, was not allowed to show off when he went out. It's just a personal maid who is at the Jade Purity Realm, so there is no need to make a fuss.

Thinking this way, Lao Jindan couldn't help but feel melancholy in his heart. This seemingly weak young woman in front of him was, after all, an unattainable Jade Pure Realm. The key was that she came from the wild world.

Huang Lie couldn't help but asked curiously: "What kind of person is Master Chen? Just like Baidi City, the real scene inside is very different from the rumors outside?"

Gu Can smiled and said: "There is no need to use him repeatedly to beat me."

Huang Lie's scalp tightened, "I don't dare, Sect Master Gu has misunderstood."

Gu Can said: "Then try not to let me misunderstand."

It wasn't until this moment that Huang Lie truly understood the unique style of behavior of the genealogy monks in Baidi City.

Gu Lingyan smiled brightly.

Gu Can asked: "Where is this place?"

Huang Lie said with a smile: "This place was once a family temple built by dignitaries who donated money. It was called Alchemy Temple in ancient times, but now it is called Chongyang."

Gu Can nodded and said: "I saw that the weather here was good before. Of course, compared to the capital of your Yuxuan Kingdom, it is called Alchemy Temple? No wonder I think this is a good place for alchemy. I changed the name well. I guess it is an expert. . The first to get the moon is near the water tower. The predecessors deliberately chose this place. There is no doubt that the water elixir is refined here. If it is named Chongyang, it will gain a little bit. The giant prong is molten, the golden furnace is golden, the purple light is gradually emitting, and the red energy is deep. . I guess a so-called land **** will appear in the future. As for how long it will take in the future, whether it will be decades or hundreds of years, I am a layman in the art of gazing, so I don't know."

The art of looking at the qi is different from the ordinary magic and magical powers of the immortal family. It is also different from the so-called clairvoyance, feet and magical functions. This method is similar to a talisman, and the threshold is quite high. It pays attention to the talent and foundation of the Taoist. The success or failure seems not to be determined by human power, but by destiny. Only the gods of mountains and rivers, who are not canonized by the imperial court, can immediately master this method by shaping their golden bodies and erecting temples. In addition to the imperial guards of various countries, there are also those strange people and fortune tellers who travel all over the world.

Huang Lie said: "Go in and ask for a cup of tea?"

Gu Can shook his head and said, "Go somewhere else for a stroll. It doesn't matter where you go."

The vast world of mortals infects the human body, and the melting furnace of heaven and earth forges the alchemy elixir.

People in the world say that gods are good, and a golden elixir can guarantee immortality. If you don't know how difficult it is to practice Taoism, your heart may turn into ashes.

Stopping along the way, I looked at the willow color with sadness, which grew deeper and deeper with the spring.

In the world of Chen Ping'an's heart.

On the top of the city, standing behind Ma Kuxuan, Zhou Mi looked like a goddess in the temple of obscenity among the mountains and rivers, with a shining golden body and a calm smile, as if he had just said goodbye.

Although he knew it must be false, Chen Ping'an was still in a weird mood, frowned and asked: "How did you do it?"

Old God Ma Kuxuan said: "Calling the soul."

Ma Kuxuan's eyes were hot, as if there was a huge riddle for Chen Ping'an to solve, "Don't you always have a good memory? In the past, such things did not often happen near Xinghua Lane and Clay Vase Lane. Have you forgotten? When the children were frightened and lost their souls, their parents would lead them through the streets and in the wilds, calling their names all the way to help the wandering souls return home. There are so many ancestral crafts in the world that have been lost. I am just reinventing them. I just picked it up, what is the effect? ​​Are you shocked? It can make Chen Yinguan Chen Jianxian, who is accustomed to the big world, feel so fearful. It is not in vain that I have put so much effort and effort into it."

Chen Pingan asked: "Have you thought about the consequences?"

The resonance between heaven and man that monks in the world cherish is all about the resonance between man and heaven and earth. Aren't you, Ma Kuxuan, afraid that Zaitian Zhoumi, who occupies the former site of heaven, will be connected with the human world? Separate and descend to the earth? Give birth to a contingency? Especially at this critical moment when the founders of these three religions have dispersed.

Ma Kuxuan felt like he had heard the funniest joke, "You have already come to kill me, and you still advise me not to break the jar? Why should I keep this kind of trump card? I can use it when I go to the grave to worship my ancestors next year?"

Chen Pingan was silent.

Ma Kuxuan stared at the guy who had held a grudge for so many years, and said in a deep voice: "Now I give you two choices, either you quit the Ma family immediately and wipe out the old grudges, and I will also persuade them to stop enjoying incense sacrifices, The idea of ​​achieving immortality in Shinto will cause your body to age day by day, and you will die at the end of your life. Or in order to avenge your own personal revenge, you will not hesitate to risk dragging the entire world into the whirlpool and become my enemy. Of course, just with this risk, I But I didn't say that the person who came from behind must be so capable that he could cause harm to the world. You can, bet!"

Chen Pingan said: "You have misunderstood. What I call consequences has little to do with this world. I am better at starting from scratch and cleaning up messes like a swallow holding mud. I am talking about you. You want to do this next year." On Qingming Festival, Ma Yanshan and Ma Yuemei, how many glasses of wine would you like to toast to your brother, whom they regard as the pillar of the family? Goddess Ma of Xinghua Lane, you have been kind to me in delivering my baby. Your grandma can not miss the old days, but I want to miss this one. Love, in the final analysis, although it is a business, one of the many businesses she has done, I once heard someone say when I was young that when my mother gave birth to me, the process was not easy and quite dangerous, so When my father was invited, he left the original Baoxi kiln and went to your kiln to become a master of porcelain and apprentices. It was because he remembered this kindness. The Ma family of Xinghua Lane has the Ma family of Xinghua Lane. Tutor, our Mu Ping Lane Chen family also has our appointment. When the courtyard is empty, chairs can be gathered together!?

Ma Kuxuan was silent for a moment and said: "Then you are mistaken. I don't think about avenging them one day, just because they gave birth to me. I just want to repay my kindness and repay this debt, so I just follow They are settled. So you come to seek revenge. This is a deadlock between us. Why did I earn that bag of money when I was a teenager and deliberately leak the news that you and Ning Yao were hiding in the Immortal Tomb? Could it be that I would covet that little gold? Fine copper coins? Why do I clearly think that you and I are fellow travelers, and that everyone of the same age in Lizhu Cave Sky looks at you the most, but I want to deliberately aggravate the cause and effect of both parties, just so that you and I can meet one day and know life and death as soon as possible, don't If you are just a little sloppy, no matter who dies, you can settle the grievances between the two families together. As a result, your performance today makes me very..."

Ma Kuxuan paused briefly before slowly saying two words, "Disappointed."

Chen Ping'an said: "Ma Kuxuan, it's not me who is struggling, but you, because you have never recognized and accepted your own roots. Deep in your heart, you hate your own clear origins, and you can't see tomorrow. Destiny, that's why you became your only friend with Yu Shiwu who was in the same situation. Neither accepting where you came from nor finding your whereabouts, you became a rootless duckweed in this world."

"Since you were wrong yesterday, you will do more wrong tomorrow. So you have been waiting for today."

Having said this, Chen Pingan took a deep breath, laughed, and rolled up his sleeves, "I know this feeling, because I have walked through this myself. You are right, we are indeed on the same journey, at least on the same path in life. There's a long way to go and it's all the same.”

Ma Kuxuan said: "It's a pity that we are not destined to be friends. Let's go all out and let the long-awaited 'today' be happy. Don't become the kind of Qingshenshan wine in your wine shop. Whoever drinks it frowns, I drink it." However, I still found someone to bring two pots with me, it was too cheating."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "This kind of **** thing is not coming from someone who loves to drink. Drinking depends on the place. In the wine shop, you only need to take out a piece of snow to spend, pay with one hand and deliver the goods, and drink on the spot. After finishing it, I found a friend to help me, and I walked from the Great Wall of Sword Qi to Daoxuan Mountain, brought it to Aquarius Island, and delivered it to you in Zhenwu Mountain. Can the same drink have the same taste? What you are expecting is not a snowflake. The taste of money.”

Ma Kuxuan asked with a smile: "Why are you so interested in talking all of a sudden?"

Chen Pingan pointed to the "Zhou Mi" who was more than two feet tall, "Aren't you trying to see how long this dear friend can last? You are in the Immortal Realm now. If you invite an illusion from the Fourteenth Realm, you will definitely not want to follow me. If you waste half a sentence, then I can avoid fighting and postpone it. If you are a thug with an Ascension realm cultivation level, with your temper and face, you can at most bite the bullet and talk for a few words, and you will interrupt me, and I will do the same. It seems that you are good at fighting and retreating. Now it seems that at most it is a fake ascension. In the immortal realm, there are some tricks of the ascension realm. You can light a stick of incense and descend to the real world in person. The duration is quite long, so you only have the slightest chance. Not urgent?"

Ma Kuxuan clicked his tongue and said: "As expected of a sword cultivator, he is really cheap."

A heavy snow fell in the sky, and the snowflakes were so dense that it was unclear whether they were falling from the sky or rising.

Ma Kuxuan heard that sword cultivators on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, regardless of their level of realm, would not have a grave after death, so naturally there would be no custom of worshiping ancestors.

In this snow, the city head is like a tomb, and the endless snowflakes are like countless white paper money scattered to pay homage to the heroic spirits.

People become ancient people, and the earth becomes relics. All gone.

Ma Kuxuan smiled brightly and shouted "Chen Pingan."

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Huh?"

In an instant, visions arose, and the entire sky condensed into a thunder pool, with a mighty sound, like a great monk in seclusion leading to a catastrophe. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning as thick as a mountain peak separated from it, and turned several times in mid-air. The straight line instantly became more condensed and slender, and the Taoist charm contained in it was even more amazing, like a golden flying sword hitting Chen Ping'an. When the golden thunder was about to hit Chen Pingan's head, there was a shaking sound near the thunder pool in the sky. Chen Pingan didn't know whether he had no way to hide or wanted to weigh the weight of this "sky thunder", but he didn't move. , punched upwards and handed it out hard, the "tip" of the sword exploded with a bang, and countless golden sparks burst out within a hundred feet, making Chen Ping'an feel like he was in a fire house where swords were forged.

But this sword, or a thunder from the sky, is no less powerful than a full-strength strike from a Jade Pu realm swordsman.

But Ma Kuxuan didn't use a trace of spiritual energy at all. There was no talisman in his hand to drive him, and there was no need to recite a spell to induce thunder.

There were five colors of thunder in total, which coincided with the cycle of the five elements. They were constantly differentiated in the thunder pool, and fell on the city head one after another without giving Chen Ping'an a chance to breathe.

Five thunders striking the top is a Taoist term. Because it is too powerful and deeply rooted in people's hearts, the common people in the city, as well as the green forest heroes in the rivers and lakes, always like to say that if they violate their oath, the shadow of the cloud above their head will appear and five thunders will strike from the sky.

Ma Kuxuan had already contracted his earth veins and moved to another place, far away from the battlefield. He smiled and said: "Thousands of magic techniques in the world are mastered by Qi practitioners, but magical powers are my family's business."

After resisting dozens of thunderbolts, Chen Ping'an's fists were **** and bloody, and his bones were visible. His whole arm was numb, and he had to shake his arm. A long string of electric lights was still entangled around his arm, like a dozen snow-white electric snakes being killed by Chen Ping'an. Peace shook to the ground.

Chen Ping'an was a little surprised. Why didn't Ma Kuxuan take the opportunity to throw out a few more thunder magic powers?

In the previous words, when talking about the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, Ma Kuxuan seemed to be arrogant. He did not think highly of the Five Thunder Methods of the Tianshi Mansion, and even felt that he was qualified to teach Zhao Tianlai the true meaning of the thunder method. Ma Kuxuan No matter how high-minded Kuxuan was, he did not feel that he was superior to Zhao Tianlai in terms of magical attainments. It was just that Ma Kuxuan was a reincarnation of the gods and was from the Lei Department of the ancient heaven. He regarded himself as the authentic sect of thunder methods, so there was no problem.

Ma Kuxuan said with a smile: "I didn't even give you a chance to breathe. I'm so generous, but I want to take the opportunity to sharpen my fist skills and temper my body. You ten-level warriors are really amazing. I envy you, I envy you to the extreme." .”

As he spoke, the Thunder Pond Heavenly Tribulation was getting deeper and deeper, overwhelming and suffocating. The vast thunder pond that had accumulated countless ancient Taoist meanings was like a deep pool filled with water. Ma Kuxuan used his great magical power to separate a ditch and lead it to Chen Ping'an. It creates a pattern that looks like the mouth of a well is poured with river water. In one go, thunder and lightning with Taoism as thick as liquid, because the thunder fell too frequently, the thunder was connected and connected continuously, and the sound of thunder with slight intervals turned into continuous rolling thunder, just like a **** beating a drum in the clouds, and someone touching the ear It stuck to the drum surface. Not to mention Chen Pingan, who was in the game, was so shocked that Ma Kuxuan felt a little tight in his chest. He stretched out his hand, gently rubbed his ears, and sneered, "The illusion of the heart is ultimately a fake."

It turns out that a Great Wall of Sword Qi has been shattered by hundreds of lightning strikes. The bright red mustard figure stands in the ruins, continuing to bear the catastrophe with both fists. With each punch delivered, there are hundreds of millions of people around it. The magnificent scene of thousands of fires and splendid scenes, it is hard to tell whether it is a sea of ​​fire or a vast array of stars in the endless void.

"Do you still dare to say that you only use martial arts to fight against the enemy? Are you really not going to use shrinking techniques and sword escape techniques?"

"I would like to see how long Grandmaster Zhijie's pure Qi can last."

According to Ma Kuxuan's calculations, when Chen Ping'an takes a breath, before the old and new energies are connected, he will be rewarded with another magic hand.

For Taoist monks, the human body is originally a "blessed land", and the flesh, blood, muscles and bones are the mountains and rivers. The so-called practice is to use a bridge of immortality to connect to the "cave and sky" and temper the spiritual energy inside. The Buddhist saying that human life is rare is never false. All sentient beings in the world regard humans as the leader of all spirits, so why do all the enlightened monsters on the earth strive to be refined into human bodies? Naturally, it is profitable. With a human body, cultivating Taoism can achieve twice the result with half the effort. To put it simply, in a sense, the human race is...a free spirit.

The scale of this Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Pond can theoretically completely suppress a Jade Pu Realm sword cultivator, kill him, and turn him into powder. Even his soul will be wiped out. There is no need to talk about the afterlife. Even if the great monks on the top of the mountain can enter and leave the underworld in Fengdu, they will still be in vain if they want to save the situation. With this unique magical power, Ma Kuxuan's "manpower" is already the ultimate in killing Yu Pu or seriously injuring an immortal. Once he asks for more, even if it is just the slightest, Ma Kuxuan must pay in a strictly reciprocal and uncompromising manner. At the price of the difference, you step into the divine way, return to the throne of God, and become a god!

And this trend is irreversible. Therefore, if he goes a step further and steals a little more of the secrets of heaven, Ma Kuxuan will completely abandon the seven emotions and six desires, no longer bound by cause and effect, even if he can preserve the memory of this life. So this is a paradox. If you want to use more divine ways to help yourself with great magical powers and be able to kill an immortal with a crushing posture, Ma Kuxuan will no longer be Ma Kuxuan. Now that this road has come to an end for the time being, Ma Kuxuan prepared several gifts for Chen Pingan on another road as a way to entertain guests.

At the bottom of the collapse, golden thunder and lightning were swaying wildly in the flying snow.

When the manpower was finally exhausted, the powerful fist power of the owner in the bright red robe showed no sign of weakening.

Is it possible that Chen Ping'an can really "eat" all the thunder pools in one go?

Ma Kuxuan asked curiously: "Are all Zhijie warriors so powerful?"

Regarding the practice of joints, Ma Kuxuan is an expert and has a very high vision. However, he has never been involved in martial arts and knows very little about it.

Zhou Mi on the side replied: "Because he is at the Qi Sheng level, which no one has ever seen before, and is uniquely blessed to be able to carry it for a longer period of time."

Ma Kuxuan twitched his lips and said, "If you have the ability, just endure it. It will be a good thing."

Zhou Mi is noncommittal.

Ma Kuxuan laughed loudly and slapped his knee, "When we get out of trouble later, this guy will definitely complain to me, 'Your methods are too mean.' Right?"

Zhou Mi reminded: "We are in the formation, it's a little early to be happy now."

After all, this barbarian Wenhai who was invited by Ma Kuxuan to support him was an existence that Ma Kuxuan visualized using the ancient secret method and then "forged in the furnace". It was equivalent to using the twelve ancient high-ranking gods at the same time. The two's natal magical powers are far beyond the comparison of ordinary puppets. It was named by Ma Kuxuan after "Calling Soul", which is a secret contract with heaven, which is not bad at all.

Zhou Mi smiled and said: "People strive for a breath, and gods receive a stick of incense. It really suits the occasion."

On the ground, Chen Ping'an's boxing technique was so simple that he had almost no moves at all, and he was out of his ordinary.

The peak of the fist intention is even more vast, like a **** who is not subject to incense, breaking the shackles and walking in the world.

Ma Kuxuan's face was gleaming in the golden light and snow. He stared intently at the battlefield where he seemed to be an invincible warrior who faced only the sky.

There are thousands of spells on the mountain, which are dazzling. They are beautiful to look at, but in Ma Kuxuan's eyes, it seems that after all, it is not as satisfying as relying on his fists alone.

It's a pity that when he approached Yu Shiwu, he had some intentions at first, but in the end he couldn't bear to take action against this friend, so he came out to occupy the magpie's nest and resurrect the soul through the dead body.

Ma Kuxuan couldn't help but sigh, "What a monster."

Zhou Mi said: "Compared to Ascension Realm monks, there are only a few warriors of the same generation who can reach the first level of God. They have fewer opportunities to compete with each other, and the number of punches is even less."

Ma Kuxuan said: "If you put yourself in his shoes, even if the combat power on paper is equivalent, facing this thunder pool, I wouldn't be able to walk so casually like him."

Zhou Mi said: "It's calm."

The existence of heavenly calamity is not only a pass that practitioners regard as dangerous, but also a fate that cannot be escaped. The dangers and horrors among them can only be known by those monks in history who had no choice but to fight and die because they could not escape the disaster. In addition, there is a deeper truth. The existence of a heavenly calamity can reduce merit and cause and effect in the world.

If one is not good at studying Taoism and ends up in a situation where the body dies and Taoism disappears, it is just a matter of returning the property to the Lord. However, if one successfully overcomes the tribulation, it is the benefit of the Taoism. It can help the Taoist people to escape the tribulation. The Taoist heart will be clear and the Taoist body will not be broken. Stained in the world of mortals, otherwise why would those who have attained the Dao preach the secrets of heaven with great earnestness and sincerity, emphasizing that one must wait until the merits are perfected before he can attain the Dao and then have the opportunity to attain immortality.

But if we say that the Heavenly Tribulation is man-made, there is a huge difference. If you are not careful, you will be struck by the five thunders of the Heavenly Tribulation, cutting off the three flowers on your head, and destroying the five human qi that were finally condensed.

What Ma Kuxuan wants to do is to make the young hermit official and the owner of Luolu Mountain, who has done many feats, have all his merits and deeds cut off, and lose some kind of protection from God's will.

This move can reverse the situation and make Chen Ping'an temporarily lose his "time". Regardless of whether you rely on flying swords or other means, here you are mainly against the guests. I will follow the same pattern and mainly against the guests.

In addition, Ma Kuxuan has more magical effects.

Ma Kuxuan looked at that guy intently and murmured to himself: "I want to cut off all your merits. I don't want it to last forever, just for a short time."

When a person's merits are gone, he becomes a bad guy with bad luck. As the old saying goes, people with strong luck can deceive ghosts, and ghosts with bad luck can deceive others. This is the truth.

Why would the gods of mountains and rivers in this world be willing to pay homage to someone passing by? Or show up to greet him, or protect him secretly? Why does the Chenghuang Temple in this world have a single booklet with names recorded in Zhubi?

Everything is due to the ancient times. There have been some changes in the ritual system. Among them, there is a new "Heaven Rule". Qi practitioners and mountain and water gods, who have meritorious deeds for the people, will be added to the law.

Merits in the world are divided into yin and yang. What is yin virtue? It's like ringing in the ears, which is heard only by oneself but not by others. There is often an admonition that it is better to cultivate virtue than to gain wealth and fame. The word "Zhong" reveals the secret of heaven again, and the heart is the field of blessing. The fields are barren, the water sources are drying up, and there is no talk of next year's harvest. This is not an empty talk to "deceive people" and do good things. It only talks about a certain lineage of Taoism. It is extremely strict to accept disciples and preach. Why does it require the disciples to have three thousand merits and eight hundred good deeds?

People have the heart to follow the Tao, the ambition to become an immortal, and the wish to reach the sky, but they still cannot understand the fate of right and wrong.

The common man meets noble people in the market and on the road of life, and never misses them. So this fate is not only obtained through human effort, but also has fate hidden in it.

He picked up gold and silver in his own fields. If you can make it big and wide, turning your own field into the whole world, it is Taoism.

Zhou Mi suddenly said: "Chen Ping'an's merits are too little, far lower than expected, and unreasonably low. I guess he encountered something and took the initiative to disperse..."

Ma Kuxuan looked indifferent and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. How much merit he has has will not affect the overall situation. I just want a clear and refreshing result. This method of cutting three flowers but five qi with one hand means that if you have too much, you will not retreat. But I want to make up for it, smash a numerological hole in him and see what he uses to fill the gap."

Ma Kuxuan stood up and said, "That's it."

There is a thunder pool as vast as a giant lake hanging high in the sky. The "water surface" has been reduced to a thin layer, which can at most support several cycles of Five Elements Thunder.

Zhou Mi nodded, "Please issue a decree."

Ma Kuxuan did not dare to be careless and spoke a few words from his heart.

This Wenhai Zhoumi obeyed the order and used the "Zhoumi True Body"'s magical power that he had never had the opportunity to show off on the human battlefield.

Without giving Chen Pingan a chance to breathe, an invisible magical power attached itself to Chen Pingan. At that moment, Chen Pingan's body sank. There was a huge pit in the depression on the ground, covered with dense spider webs.

A pure martial artist only does not need to take a breath until he has reached the final level. This is why the same level of end is still the source of the difference between clouds and mud.

Cause and effect itself has nothing to do with good or evil, but cause and effect will bring different pros and cons. So depending on the amount of blessings and the depth of Qi, the completeness and lack of merit and luck of a person, there will be a "fight", intertwined, each increasing or decreasing, and canceling each other out. , finally set on a certain level, similar to becoming the "current face" of a person when the fortune teller sees it.

Chen Pingan, who had been punching leisurely and walking calmly, frowned and instantly raised his arms and shoulders, as if he wanted to shake away the foreign objects attached to his body.

Just such an action caused gusts of wind to roll across the earth like thunder, causing a large crater to expand several times, covering dozens of miles and almost flat ground.

As for the few thunderbolts, they were casually shot away by Chen Ping'an without any pain.

Chen Ping'an shook his sleeves and looked up at Ma Kuxuan who was walking to the "cliff edge".

Ma Kuxuan's laughter came to my ears, "Take it."

Ma Kuxuan smiled and said: "I heard that Shanzhu Chen likes to be reasonable and a good person most in his life. Then let me let you know the truth. What is a good person also needs to pay a price."

Chen Pingan nodded and smiled: "I like to hear this. It turns out you are not bragging. You are worthy of being a confidant."

Ma Kuxuan pointed at Chen Ping'an's shoulder, "Every master is carrying a ghost on his back."

"I'm just manifesting it. You have enough merit before, so of course you won't notice this weirdness. There is often a saying in the market that people who lack Yang Qi will have a cold neck and a cold back. There's something behind you, I don't know if it's a human or a ghost, right?"

"Those who have gone through the world of martial arts and have stained their hands with countless blood may have strong bones and strong evil spirits at the moment, but it doesn't matter. When they get old and weak, and their spirit is weak, let's see what the situation is like. Oh, why do people who are in the world of rivers and lakes keep saying that it will not bring harm to their families? , I want to wash my hands in a golden basin. Why are officials most afraid of being implicated in having their homes confiscated? This is because they are afraid of the consequences without knowing the cause."

"Those who died directly by your hands, those who died indirectly because of you, those who stopped at Shujian Lake on the way, those who are permanently stationed in this Great Sword Qi Wall, no matter they deserved to die, died in vain, humans, ghosts, or ghosts, The demon clan gods are all on your back now anyway."

Chen Pingan was indeed pressed to the point where his knees were slightly bent and his body was stooped, showing an overwhelmed posture. This was by no means a lie.

Ma Kuxuan asked with a smile: "Have you ever seen with your own eyes the pain of climbing over mountains in the profession of porter? It's the kind of coolie who carries luggage and snakes along the mountain with the road. I think you are similar to them now."

Chen Pingan asked calmly: "Have you ever seen a woman carrying her husband?"

Ma Kuxuan was stunned.

Chen Pingan said: "I have seen it. Do you know how they use bamboo shoot shells?"

Ma Kuxuan was speechless and sighed, "Let me bite the bullet and temper my temper. It's rare for me to say a human word. Chen Pingan, you shouldn't take the suffering of others in this world so seriously."

Zhou Mi reminded: "Don't delay."

Ma Kuxuan nodded, "Then continue and gather three axes."

Chen Ping'an, who was wearing a bright red robe, stretched out a palm, apparently signaling Ma Kuxuan to be polite and just let the horse come over.

Na Zhoumi's expression suddenly changed slightly.

Ma Kuxuan asked doubtfully: "Can't it be shaped? There was a monk from the Fourteenth Realm who had no idea and helped Chen Ping'an set up some kind of amulet early?"

Zhou Mi shook his head and said, "It needs to be weirder."

"First use human power to create heavenly calamities, and then use secret methods to show cause and effect. What, next, are we going to imitate the inner demons of Taoists?"

Chen Pingan sneered and said: "If this is really the case, as I expected, then your three-axe attack is really extraordinary. Ordinary immortals may not be able to withstand it."

Even before Ma Kuxuan made a move, the immortals who were fighting against him were probably already dead or injured.

The originally dark sky opened a thin line, a hole was opened, and with a flash of golden light, a bright sword light fell straight down.

The point of the sword is nowhere else.

It was Chen Pingan.

Don't kill others, only kill yourself.

The bright red robe on his body had fallen off on its own, and he was one step ahead and swept away to another place.

A man wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword walked out of Ma's ancestral hall and came to this world, "Finally we meet."

Standing there, spreading his hands, the bright red robe was put on by itself.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's not easy, you can actually force me to reveal my true body to meet you here."

Chapter end