The few figures standing alone on the plain are particularly dazzling.
The enchantress in green gauze painted her almost perfect eyebrows, the swordswoman and the swordswoman guarded the treasure chariot, the red-sleeved maid hummed, and the young gentleman drank wine.
It seems that Xue Fengdao and the others are relatively normal. Their pupils are dilated, their lips are trembling, and their knuckles are turning white from pinching. This is the reaction they should have when facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
To destroy an army of 800,000 people, they can do it with a little effort and effort, but like Chen Yi, with a wave of his hand, 800,000 fresh lives were reduced to nothing...
They can't do it, they really can't.
When a thought arises and everything comes into being, this is nothing. When a thought disappears and everything becomes silent, it is not terrible. He killed many people, he was laughing and drinking, and his expression remained unchanged...
This is not a question of whether we are strong enough.
Eight hundred thousand human lives have not affected him in the slightest or caused the slightest emotional fluctuation. How cold and indifferent is this human heart?
In other words.
How firm is his Taoist heart?
When I make a decision, I will never regret it. I do whatever I want to do. From the moment my Tao sword is unsheathed, I don't care whether it's right or wrong, or whether there is karma.
The principles I realized from the "The Supreme Jade Emperor's Heart Seal Sutra·Fragment".
The true meaning of the four words "Tai Shang Wang Qing" should be that the person who is silent and emotionless, as if forgotten, has feelings in his heart, but is not affected by the feelings, is not trapped by the feelings, is open-minded and free and easy.
This way, Qingfeng's lineage has been cultivated wrongly.
…
I don't know what the young master said to the maid, but the latter suddenly ran away quickly, grabbed the other three people, and drove the chariot into the city. He looked towards the Nine Gods Killing Mortal Realm.
The nine people felt cold in their hearts and couldn't help but step back ten meters.
"Hold on!"
The Lord of Huangcheng took a deep breath and pretended to be calm: "If everyone swarms up, even if he is the sword god, he will not be able to kill all nine of us..."
"When his magic power is exhausted, he will also be doomed!"
Xue Fengdao nodded solemnly: "Yes, you must not hide your secrets. This guy's methods are quite tricky. Only by working together can we have a chance."
The rest responded one after another and silently adjusted their status.
Chen Yi allowed them to return to their peak before speaking calmly:
"Have you finished discussing it?"
The Nine Great Slayers were waiting in full formation, not even daring to breathe.
Chen Yi took a few feet in one step and was in front of the nine people. He raised his arm, his five fingers were like eagle hooks, and the thunder light in his palm gathered, seemingly light, and hit the green-faced ghost king's chest.
Outside Tai'an City, this man insulted Dong Yunyue with foul words.
He remembers.
The lightning exploded, and the overflowing breath distorted the void.
Palm. Thunder in the heart!
The green-faced ghost king's eyelids twitched wildly, and he roared, his eyebrows bloomed, and layers of scales appeared on his chest. At the same time, he retreated step by step, but he was still unable to reach the golden light.
"boom!"
After just one blow, the supposedly indestructible Xuanwu armor collapsed into pieces and flew around. The Green Ghost King staggered back seven or eight steps and fell straight to the ground.
He lowered his head and glanced, and saw that there was a big hole in his chest, but no blood was visible. The charred flesh and blood were as black as ink and sizzling with electric arcs. His head tilted and his breath was cut off.
The murderous intention of the remaining eight people who finally rolled out was as if a basin of freezing cold water was poured on their heads, extinguishing it invisible. Dong Yunyue and the others were also stunned.
one move.
The green-faced ghost king, who is also in the Mortal-Slaying Realm, has not even passed a single round under the opponent's hand, and has no time to even sacrifice his magical weapon. He almost kills the same level in an instant. Is this still a human being?
Chen Yi ignored everyone's shock and struck the Dongtian Island Master with another palm strike.
The latter knew that there was no way to escape, and his expression was extremely ferocious: The great country is so close, and the bright future is in front of him, how can he fail here and sink into the sand? He is not willing to give in!
Gritting his teeth.
He struck the Tianling with a whisk in his hand, holding a breath of resentment in his chest and throat, and directly broke his body into pieces: the ancient magical power of traveling the gods and controlling the air, but unfortunately, he only learned the basics and was not good at it.
The thunder in the palm penetrated the Zhenzi Zhenling and was unharmed. Chen Yi was stunned for a second.
"You have the ability to destroy my true spirit!"
Xiang Mozi laughed angrily, his laughter full of pride: with the blessing of magical powers, he placed a trace of his true soul in the heaven and earth, turning it into ethereal nothingness, out of reach.
The disadvantage is that it can only exist in this form permanently in the future. After all, learning is imperfect.
The laughter stopped abruptly after only a few laughs: Chen Yi brought his finger to his mouth without any hesitation, bit it gently, and he forced out a drop of blood, which turned out to be purple-red.
Everyone watching the battle was puzzled.
The owner of Dudu Cave Island, Xiang Jiezi, in his true spirit form, clearly saw that around the drop of purple blood, there was an invisible... purple sky thunder snake entwined with the naked eye!
The snake's pupils were upturned, dark and indifferent, and he was spitting out snake messages, but his petite and exquisite body was faintly exuding majestic and surging destructive energy. This energy told Xiang Jianzi...
will die!
"go."
Chen Yi flicked his finger, and the blood droplets shot toward the borer. Everyone was shocked: Can a mere drop of blood essence kill someone? Moreover, the killing was still in the Mortal-Slaying Realm?
The next second.
Burning Soul fled and gave the answer to Jianzi.
Less than five feet.
Blood began to overflow from Xiangjizi's seven orifices.
Less than three feet.
The moth fell forward without warning.
Finally to his body.
Everyone was unexpected: the drop of blood hit Xiang Jiezi's body, seeming to increase in weight by billions of kilograms out of thin air. There was a loud bang, and the earth sank into a deep pit.
Xiang Jiezi was obviously exhausted. He was lying in the deep pit, like a grass carp that had been fished out of the water. First he was jumping around, then he was struggling for his life, and finally he was dying.
The world only sees the palm and the thunder in the heart that kills, but they don't know that the divine thunder attacks the soul and can only defeat the true spirit.
Natural enemy!
After crossing half the border to attack the city, there were only seven people left in the Mortal Realm. They were all soldiers, staring at Xiang Bozi who had run out of gas and lamps, hoping that the opponent still had a trump card that he had not used yet.
Then, like a demon descending from the sky, he fought back against the terrifying young swordsman in a desperate situation... However, no miracle occurred, and Xiang Jiezi's true spirit finally disappeared into thin air.
The Lord of Huangcheng, Jiuque, looked at Chen Yi with complicated eyes, was silent for a while, and asked:
"Sword God...aren't you a sword practitioner?"
This swordsman recognized by the world, everyone thought that he only knew how to use swords. In fact, his Taoist and magical powers were the best of hundreds of schools of thought and were no weaker than swords.
"Just you? You're not worthy of me drawing my sword."
"master!"
At this time.
Red Musk's voice suddenly came from the tower: "Sister Qingyu said that she stewed the ribs when she left the palace. I think they will be cooked soon. She asked you to make a quick decision. She is hungry."
Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and made a gesture towards the city with his left index finger.
It means one hundred breaths.
"Don't you want to see my sword? Just in time, my maid is in a hurry to go to dinner. You can use all your cards and I will use my sword to avoid wasting time."
None of the seven said anything nonsense, because in this situation, there was no point in talking more: they quickly formed a circle of encirclement and locked up the young master with the sword at his waist.
Chen Yi's fingertips crossed the edge of the sword and flicked it lightly.
"Qiang!"
The sound of the sword was clear and crisp, and the sword energy spread like water waves. He nodded his chin slightly, signaling the other party to strike first: the seven of them did not show any pretense of politeness, and directly launched their killing moves.
In an instant.
Magical weapons and treasures with different shapes appeared in the world, and unparalleled dharma bodies floated and floated in the vast void, evolving their own laws. The purple energy stretched and the world shook.
"kill!"
Seven Killings were coming, Chen Yi held the hilt of the sword, his lips moved slightly, his eyebrows were full of sword energy, overflowing: "This sword, Guixu, the undead can be called the second in the world."
"Qiang!"
An earth-shattering sword energy rose up from the ground without any warning. Almost at the same time, Xue Fengdao of the Demon Sealing Palace, who bore the brunt, was killed by the first wave of sword energy on the spot.
Thirtieth breath.
With Chen Yi as the center, countless fierce sword energy suddenly rose across the ground, and it was as spectacular as a spring gushing out. Such a phenomenon was truly shocking!
The fiftieth breath.
With a radius of ten feet, a hundred feet, or a thousand feet, the mighty sword energy soared into the sky, like an unprecedented tide crashing on the shore, and the bright sword light flooded all the way to the front of Tai'an City.
Sixtieth breath.
The sword light dissipated, six people were killed, and no bones were left. Only one person was left half-kneeling on the bleak and solemn plain. It was Jiuque, the lord of the deserted city. He was holding something in his hands:
"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist, I'm trying to find a way to do it better."
The sword is sheathed.
Chen Yi frowned. He always kept his word, saying that if he only used one sword, he would never use a second sword: "What is it that you are holding in your hand that can block my sword skills?"
"The iron book of alchemy!"
Jiuque wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said proudly: "I am fortunate to be blessed by God. Except for treason, if you commit any capital crime, please forgive me nine deaths and my descendants three!"
"oh."
Chen Yi stepped forward and looked at it casually, then suddenly thunder gathered in his palms, and he shot it towards Jiuque: with a bang, his head blossomed, and the young man curled his lips in disdain.
"None of my business."
