"Get back here!"
As Wan Congfang roared hoarsely like a ghost, the bamboo and stone sword light stained with the power of immortal punishment finally gradually broke through the indestructible chaos energy.
As the chaotic energy dissipated, the white silk threads transformed from the floating dust began to be unable to withstand the attack of the sword light, and were cut off again and again.
Seeing that the situation was over, Baisi stopped attacking. After loosening the entangled Tibetan front, the remaining ones began to quickly gather and gather, turned back into one, and retreated towards Chen Ping's Divine Mansion.
"Don't leave!"
The ferocious Wan Congfang still has the slightest bit of feminine grace. No, from the moment she transformed into the Bamboo and Stone Sword Demon, she was no longer the graceful girl she once was.
She still refused to let go of Zang Feng, but held it in the air with her other hand. The remaining bamboo and stone sword light also shrunk and became smaller, and finally turned into an extremely thin black needle. With the tap of her jade finger, Quickly follow Bai Si and fly into Chen Ping's divine palace!
It was only then that the ancient sword was completely inserted into Chen Ping's divine palace, bringing out bursts of blood and killing the poor counterfeit with one sword strike!
All this seemed to be a long time, but in fact it was just the blink of an eye. Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Qingyun quickly stepped forward and said with concern:
"Miss Fang'er, you..."
"Get away!"
It seems that due to the influence of the immortal punishment, Wan Congfang has not yet woken up from his mania, which makes He Bai too nervous to breathe.
The Royal Envoy Zangfeng seemed to have consumed a lot of her strength. After standing quietly for a moment, Wan Congfang summoned the true form of the Bamboo and Stone Sword!
The simple bamboo and stone sword looks ordinary. Only the dark green ancient jade on the hilt adds a sense of elegance to it. However, Qingyun, who has held this sword in his hand, knows that there is something hidden in its neither thin nor thick sword body. But it is the ultimate principle of swordsmanship that has lasted throughout the ages!
"Everything from grass, wood, bamboo, and stone can be made into a sword."
As the two watched helplessly, Wan Congfang suddenly swung her hand and ruthlessly cut off the hand she was holding on Zang Feng!
"Miss Fang'er!"
"Master!"
Qingyun and Hebai were both frightened. They would never have thought that Wan Congfang would cut off his arm after using the Tiangfeng!
Qingyun naturally guessed something about this when he saw that there was no blood flowing out of her wrist, and the immortal punishment on the hilt of the hidden-edge sword was quickly devouring Wan Congfang's severed palm.
However, after cutting off her hand, there was no expression of pain on Wan Congfang's face. Instead, her crazy expression began to return to normal, and the wounds between her brows and the blackness in the corners of her eyes slowly disappeared.
"It's okay as a teacher."
After a moment, she nodded coldly to He Bai, then glared at Qingyun and said angrily:
"Could it be that our Wan family all owed you money in our previous life!"
"Ha...haha...Miss Fang'er, just be okay."
Wan Congfang quickly transformed into an identical palm again, but her soul became slightly transparent.
Immediately afterwards, according to her instructions, the young master pulled out the Tibetan Feng and Wan Congfang personally formed the seal, using the soul power of his severed palm to completely seal the huge gap between Chen Ping's eyebrows.
Taking the initiative to hold the Zangfeng tightly again, Qingyun didn't feel anything strange. As for why Wan Congfang was able to force out the immortal punishment from his body with a sword, the young man was also confused.
However, with everything that happened in the sea of memories of Fake Chen Ping, Qingyun already had a mysterious and mysterious understanding in his heart about how to control Zang Feng, or to control the immortal punishment hidden in his right hand, which has the same origin as Zang Feng. .
"Chen Ping is a member of the Immortal Sword Sect after all. This can temporarily put him in a state of neither life nor death, so as not to attract people's attention, and also prevent the owner of Bai Si from finding here."
Wan Congfang explained in due course.
"By the way, Miss Fang'er, did you defeat him?"
Qingyun asked curiously.
"It's impossible. The strength of the owner of the white silk thread has already exceeded the limit of the human world. How can I defeat him? But by borrowing the power of Zangfeng, I might be able to give him a surprise!"
Narrowing his eyes, Wan Congfang smiled cruelly, but he didn't know that at the other end of the distant time, the white-clothed lord was staring quietly in front of him.
"Your Majesty, this... subordinate really doesn't know that he is possessed! Your Majesty, please..."
"Shut up! You've made a huge mistake and you're trying to shirk responsibility!"
The mountain sniper hugged the fake Chen Ping who didn't know whether to live or die, and cried with trembling fear. However, he was interrupted by the angry voice of Jiang Qin, who was hunched over, and he asked cautiously:
"Your Majesty, have you found out who it is? If there are any clues, please let your subordinates take the blame."
"Time is careless, and people are even more ruthless. Through the torrent of memories, even I can't see the other person's identity clearly."
"That…"
"Shh..."
With a slight hiss, Jiang Qin quickly fell silent, and His Majesty also raised his white palms that were as elegant as his voice.
And what was held between his fingers was the black bamboo and stone needle that Wan Congfang shot back!
"Immortal punishment...who could it be..."
Behind the chaotic energy, he seemed to sigh for a long time, but this time, his voice seemed much older.
Looking at fake Chen Ping's extraordinarily peaceful expression, Qingyun's heart was filled with mixed feelings.
He knew that what he killed today was just a young alien beast from the Thirty-three Realms, not the master of the Concentration Realm who had slapped him.
And his expression seemed to make Wan Congfang think of something, and he asked quietly:
"What exactly is going on? Why is there a powerful existence above the Soul Returning Realm hidden in Chen Ping's Divine Mansion?"
But after settling down, Qingyun's mind suddenly became confused when he recalled the scene where he was peeling off threads and cocoons in the sea of memory, and he couldn't help but retched.
Holding He Bai, he almost vomited all the acidic water in his stomach, and the dizzy feeling got better.
"Master...are you okay?"
At this time, Li Qing'er's concerned voice suddenly came from outside the prison.
"It's okay, why are you here?"
Wan Congfang asked in a harmonious voice. It seemed that only to the Qingxi sisters would she reveal her remaining tenderness.
"I've been keeping watch up there. I was a little worried when I heard the sound of fighting, so I came down to take a look."
"Is there anyone else outside?"
"No more, it's just me."
"Okay, go and inform Li Guan that from now on, the entire Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect will be under a high degree of martial law. All disciples are not allowed to leave the sect without special circumstances. Any violators will be killed on the spot!"
"yes."
Full of doubts, Li Qing'er's light steps gradually faded away, while Wan Congfang turned back into the cold bamboo and stone sword ghost.
"Say it quickly if you're not dead."
Secretly curling his lips, Qingyun took advantage of the gap between the two of them to sort out his thoughts and said in a deep voice:
"First of all, he is not Chen Ping."
"Of course I know he is not Chen Ping."
Wan Congfang frowned, thinking that the young master was perfunctory with her.
"No, this is not what we thought."
"Is there another hidden secret?"
He Bai also spoke up.
"Yes."
Qingyun nodded, and then his expression became more solemn and his eyes began to become deeper, because the scenes he saw in the fake Chen Ping's memory really reminded him of a lot.
"explain."
Wan Congfang seemed to smell some kind of conspiracy.
"Miss Fang'er, how much impression do you have of what happened in the Thirty-three Realms?"
This question is very sensitive. Qingyun knew that he might offend the other party, but he still asked it.
But after taking a deep look at him, Wan Congfang never got angry and said softly:
"Actually, I am also very confused about this, because I only know that the years in the sword are long and painful, but I have no memory of that time at all. And the starting point of my memory now is more than ten years ago, when you saved me from the endless darkness. The moment of release.”
After hearing this, Qingyun nodded inexplicably, but the amount of information Wan Congfang said really shocked Hebai beyond measure.
Ignoring the dumbfounded expression of the black-faced boy, Qingyun roughly explained to Wan Congfang everything that happened in the thirty-three realms.
"You mean, the owner of this white silk is the last one from the Thirty-three Realms who appeared?"
"Well, he is also the real master of Sijing Mountain. It is he who is cultivating the true spiritual heritage that can walk in the world like the fake Chen Ping!"
As soon as these words came out, Wan Congfang's pupils suddenly shrank, because if what Qingyun said was true, then this lord's strength would have already stood at the top of the Nine Provinces.
No, it should be said that it is far superior to the spirit-returning realm!
"Then Chen Ping here..."
"He is the incarnation of an alien beast from the Thirty-three Realms, but the real Chen Ping has been killed by your Majesty's men. This person swallowed the body memory of the real Chen Ping, took his place and mixed into the Immortal Sword Sect, becoming one of those alien beasts. The eyes and ears of power!”
"Is there such a thing?"
"Yes, do you still remember Chen Xing, the Shadowless Sword from back then?"
After thinking for a while, Wan Congfang held her chin and nodded:
"Remember, a member of the Wuying Sword Sect had a deep feud with Bai Zhizheng back then, but in the end he disappeared from the Thirty-three Realms." "Well, Chen Xing is Chen Ping's younger brother, and the real Chen Ping was the one before he was swallowed up. Nian is my good brother whose whereabouts are unknown! I guess he has actually become the eyes and ears of the group headed by Your Majesty, but he fell out with him because of Chen Xing's incident, so he was brutally killed and then changed his life."
"I see."
"Well, the cultivation level of that Lord is really unpredictable. I saw some transformed beasts in the sea of memory, and took the opportunity to spy on their purpose. How could I have expected that Your Majesty would be able to show up in the sea of memory a few years ago? After discovering my existence, he broke the invisible barrier between the divine palace and memory across the distance of time and space, and released weapons to pursue us."
Speaking of this, Qingyun's face was full of fear. He could imagine the cultivation beyond space, but transcending time was no longer a category he could understand, let alone entering the illusory memory and turning into a real existence. It's incredible.
Taking a deep breath subconsciously, Wan Congfang nodded again:
"Indeed, we are no longer able to offend such giants who cover the sky with their hands. It seems that Chen Ping's secret must be kept well, otherwise it will be easier for this person to crush us to death than it would be to crush an ant to death."
Voice-over: I’ve actually written five hundred chapters~
