"I know, the best in the world is so domineering."
Listening to the conversation between the two, there were constant complaints in the live broadcast room:
"There are only people I don't want to kill, and there is no one I can't kill... You are really special and can pretend to be so. I would like to call you the second best king, second only to the best emperor Li Qiye."
"What level do you dare to pretend to be the same as me, Li Qiye?"
"Pretending to be fake is like throwing water. I don't know if the best in the world has the ability to take it back. It will be fun to watch if you get slapped in the face later."
"I feel that the sword pill is not as powerful as he said, but it shouldn't be a slap in the face or anything like that. No matter how you talk about people, Yan Chixia personally admits it first."
"Agree."
"Pause +1."
“…”
Chen Yi browsed the barrage with great interest, then swiped his slender fingers to randomly select a few lucky viewers who looked pretty good, edited the message, and sent:
"I am the best in the world and I want to study with Didi."
Um.
It's up to the other person to form a good relationship when they have nothing to do. Whether they enjoy it or not is up to them.
The fourth mural.
Yan Chixia opened the door of the temple, and her painting style suddenly changed: the originally magnificent golden palace, the gold sand rustled off, and the solemn statues of gods and Buddhas were also rapidly changing.
Wild paths in the mountains, crows flying in the wild forest.
Ghostly quiet.
Then, two thick fogs of splashing ink opened the way, and wisps of pale smoke rose, one in front of the other, one white and one red, red and white, two evil spirits rushing towards each other.
There are coir raincoats and bamboo hats in front of them, with spiritual flags and white flags, and they are riding on wooden coffins, approaching slowly.
Behind them are phoenix crowns, Xia pei, suona and red curtains, riding on sedan chairs and moving forward slowly.
The battles on all sides are lifeless and gloomy.
It looks stiff and slow, but in fact it is strangely light: in the midst of the dancing ghosts, it seems that you can smell the bone-corroding Yin Qi and the musk of loess and rotten paper money.
The strong colors, extreme emotions, unexpected actions, and cramped space create a shocking psychological and visual impact.
Combined with the long mournful cry, it is low and hoarse, as if it comes from the underworld music under the underworld.
While it makes those who have seen it shudder, they are also uncontrollably immersed in such a paradoxical, terrifying, exciting and confusing environment, unable to extricate themselves.
"This is the illusion of Grandma Dryad. Move the live broadcast camera away!"
Yan Chixia shouted loudly, and Zhao Zijing hurriedly followed the instructions, but was still a step too late: In the live broadcast room, some water friends accidentally saw the mural, and they all lost their spirits.
"Beauty...hehe...beauty."
"What a big tree, and there are beautiful women growing on it."
"Gold, all the gold everywhere, mine, all mine, I will kill anyone who dares to steal it from me... Hehehehe, there is gold here and there is gold there, I am rich!"
See it.
Zhao Zijing's eyelids twitched wildly: "This... Fellow Taoist Yan, what's going on with them?"
"Netherworld Illusion!"
Yan Chixia's expression was solemn: "The person who performs the magic will be aroused to the deepest desires in his heart, fall into endless chaos, lose all his mind, until... he will be burned by desire and die!"
Hearing this, all the reincarnations present gasped and whispered:
"Hiss, it's so terrifying. He is worthy of being a great demon king who can rival Senior Yan. If I come face to face with this demon, I will definitely die. I won't have any room to fight back."
"What kind of heel is this demon?"
"Don't worry about what kind of heel it is... Does Senior Yan have a way to defeat it? It's fine for us monks, but those mortals may be in danger of their lives if they don't wake up!"
“…”
"Don't panic, please leave it to me."
Yan Chixia flicked the edge of her sword, shooting out an inch of sword light, smashing the mural into pieces: "It's just a mural, but it doesn't have any power, so just destroy it, it's harmless."
Sure enough, not long after the mural was destroyed, the water friends gradually woke up:
"Oh no, what happened to me just now?"
"We seem to be under an illusion."
"I can understand the illusion, but what does it mean when you call my wife's name when you are unconscious? Damn it, I treat you as my best brother!"
"How dare you say that you are riding a horse?"
"I'm calling a woman after all, what about you? Why are you calling me by my name? If you don't explain it to me clearly today, we two brothers will end up doing this!"
Chen Yi, lying lazily on the sofa, drinking Mixue Bingcheng and watching the barrage, couldn't help laughing: In fact, this generation of netizens is quite interesting as long as they are not interesting.
The fifth mural.
Yan Chixia used her killer weapon, Ten Thousand Swords, to return to her clan, gathering swords spanning thousands of miles to easily kill hundreds of ghosts. When the smoke cleared, a barefoot woman in pink gauze walked towards her.
"Mr. Lang, come on, be happy~"
The woman made a coquettish voice and smiled. She took a few steps to Yan Chixia's side. Her gauze faded slightly, exposing her shoulders. She put her head on Yan Chixia's tiger's back, nodded slightly, and spit out the orchid:
"Mr. Lang, what are you waiting for~"
"Bold and evil, I can tell at a glance that you are not human!"
Although her beauty is extremely attractive, Yan Chixia's heart is very strong. Her eyes are cold and she draws a sword from her waist, pointing directly at the woman: "Hey, why don't you reveal yourself quickly!"
The woman suddenly burst into tears, and the only veil that covered her body fell off. She looked pitiful: "Master, brother Taoist priest, are you really willing to kill me?"
Yan Chixia was unmoved and glared angrily:
"You're a small skill, but you dare to do the same thing. I want you to show your true colors!"
Instantly.
There was a flash of cold light, a sword sealed the throat, and countless flying swords came one after another, killing the woman's body and the ruined temple behind her. Ashes filled the sky and there was silence.
"Is this... over?"
Everyone was shocked:
"Is this the Golden Core Demon King? It doesn't feel very good."
"I can do it too."
"Then it's your turn next time. If you can't do it, I'll be the one to give birth to you."
"Are you making a noise with a hammer? The mural is not over yet. Look back quietly."
The sixth mural.
"boom!"
The moment the sword light went out, the mountains suddenly collapsed and the ground cracked. Countless branches thicker than the beams and pillars of the house suddenly emerged from the ground and headed straight for Yan Chixia.
A barren hilltop not far away.
A tree demon with a human face that was a hundred feet tall suddenly appeared. The branches were densely covered with branches, and a dead head was hanging on it. The demonic aura and resentment were mixed together, overwhelming the sky.
"Good guy, it turns out this is the real Golden Core Demon King. It's so big. If chopped into firewood, it can last our family a lifetime... no, it can last ten lifetimes!"
"You can feel the pressure like a stormy wave through the screen."
"Grandma, she's so ugly. The ancient fairy I just lusted after is actually such an unlucky thing? Ugh, I'm going to vomit out the last night's meal, so gross!"
There was constant cursing in the live broadcast room.
the other side.
Yan Chixia, whose skills were inferior to those of others, was tightly entangled by the vines covered in demonic energy. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free. The ugly tree demon laughed wildly:
"Human ant, didn't you just keep saying that you want my true form to be exposed? My true form has been revealed, but you beheaded me, huh? Hahaha."
"Monster, don't be complacent!"
Yan Chixia mobilized the sword energy in her body to isolate the tightening vines, and kept provoking: "Don't give Master Tao a chance, otherwise you will be wiped out in one move!"
The method of motivating generals.
Grandma Dryad, who thought she had a chance to win, actually fell into this trap.
The vines loosened and spread, and Yan Chixia was thrown away: "Human, if you have any other means, just use it, so that you can understand the difference between humans and gods!"
The cat catches the mouse, letting the enemy die in hopeless despair.
The villain's favorite.
"Sure enough, he is a foolish creature that drinks blood like hair. It is pitiable." Yan Chixia's eyes were full of pity, and she turned her palm upwards, and a clay palace sword pill appeared in her hand.
Crush it into pieces.
This moment.
The stars are brilliant, and there are sword lights shining on the Nineteen Continents. A flying sword comes from the horizon, dressed in white clothes and a black cloak, with graceful demeanor, stern brows, and ruthless killing.
This day.
The man dressed in white clothes stretched out his hand and drew a sword. Thousands of troops and horses fled. The grass and trees in the barren mountains were withered. Thousands of leaves rustled and murderous intent appeared. The great demon's magic phase collapsed with a snap of his fingers. The west wind was like the Tao, and ten thousand swords returned to the clan.
There are historical records from later generations:
The eighth day of the eighth month of the Ming calendar.
If the orchid wind blows, the leaves fall back to their roots.
Everyone in the world has seen that sword, and they have also seen what it means to return to the Sect of Ten Thousand Swords: the sword energy is like the tide, the demon blood is flowing like rain, and for the next thousand years, there will be no demons within a hundred miles...
…
"I understand, I understand the best sword intention in the world!"
In front of the camera.
Pei Yuanqing, the strongest person in the world, his eyes flickered on and off, as if he was crazy: "Within the sword, I am the only one who is supreme. I can speak to the sky with one word, and my palms will appear and die; outside the sword..."
"I have a sword that can defeat all kinds of magic, and I am invincible in the world!"
Zhao Zijing shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What can I do if I understand it? That sword, this sword intention, even if the best master in the world teaches it with all his money, you and I can't learn it."
It took an entire era of luck to create Chen Yi.
Nichen Swordsmanship is destined to never have a second master, just as the white fox said on his face when the sword in white came down the sacred mountain that day: until the moment he holds the hilt of the sword.
Swordsmanship in the world has finally ushered in its day of success!
"yes."
Yan Chixia also couldn't help but sigh: "Although he is my junior brother, I have to say that being in the same era as him is both lucky and sad."
Fortunately.
He pulled the swordsmanship out of the trough: before Chen Yi, there were three thousand avenues, and swordsmen were at the bottom. But in that era, whose boy was not wearing white clothes? Who in white clothes doesn’t practice swordsmanship?
Sadly.
His sudden appearance cut off the hope of the swordsman monks to set foot on the mountain top: After Nichen, it is difficult for a thirty thousand sword to be unsheathed. With pearls and jade in front, how can the wooden coffin dare to shine?
Thousands of years.
Looking at the way of swordsmanship, the only thing left is the purple lightning and green frost, which is the best in the world!
"No. 1 in the world, worthy of the name, convinced with all my heart."
"Originally, I thought that the gap between Yan Chixia and the best in the world was only between the mountains and the sea, but now it seems that this is clearly the ravine between heaven and earth!"
"When the wind blows, the leaves are wiped out, and the spirit of a young man is as it should be!"
"I want to know, where is his limit?"
"Even the great demon in the Golden Core Realm can't catch his sword. I advise you not to be curious, lest it affect your Taoist heart... In short, you will be the best in the world!"
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