Spiritualism is the superior Taoist technique among hundreds of immortal sects. It comes from Xue Wanchen's self-created spiritual method in the first hall of Cangwu Palace.
Although it is not offensive in any way and is very easy to practice, few people use this technique on Tianyao Continent.
It's not a forbidden technique, but to perform this technique, you need to exchange a spiritual thought to communicate with others thousands of miles away.
Spiritualism is certainly convenient, but people's hearts are complex and most unpredictable.
There are a few people in this world who can be honest, hand over their spiritual thoughts without any defense, and teach others how to handle them.
It is a fantasy that Yin Dufeng and Su Guanhai, the Three Heavenly Lords, would become sworn sworn brothers with an unknown junior.
It is even more astonishing that he actually developed psychic skills with him.
The sea of corpses becomes a tide, and the evil ghosts become a mountain.
Although everyone had all sorts of absurd thoughts in their minds, Sword Master Yu was even more filled with doubts.
But at such a critical moment of life and death, he was not allowed to investigate the cause and effect in detail.
Although he had to admit that the arrival of Yin Dufeng and Su Guanhai solved the Tianxi Sword Sect's urgent need.
But these 300,000 ghouls were like locusts passing through the border. In the blink of an eye, they were scattered outside Tianxi Mountain and above the Qin Crossing Territory.
Yin Dufeng has one hundred and eighty white chess pieces. The space range of one chess piece can extend for ten miles. Although the living beings contained are far above the Chengpan, it can transport hundreds of people.
But no matter how you calculate it, you can't get rid of the terrifying number of 300,000 ghouls in a short period of time.
Sword Master Yu frowned deeply and said: "It is great to eliminate all the ghouls without hurting innocent people, but even if Palace Master Yin uses all his white stones, it will be difficult to bring in all the 300,000 ghouls. In the valley of chaos.
As long as there is a slight mistake and one of them is left in the outside world, this army of ghouls cannot be destroyed. "
Although Yin Dufeng and Sword Master Yu had never been at odds with each other, he had to admit that he was thoughtful.
He looked at Balian and said solemnly: "Brother, this guy is right. Bai Zi's teleportation power is not infinite. Your idea is certainly good, but when you think about it, it is indeed a bit unrealistic."
"That's right." Sword Master Yu said: "Compared with this unrealistic idea, I think it would be better to lend the power of you and me to annihilate this 300,000-strong army in one fell swoop."
Regarding this arrogant and whimsical idea, Balian glanced at him lightly.
"Just now, the sect leader was unable to annihilate thirty thousand ghouls with his own strength. Now that these three hundred thousand ghouls are threatening to be annihilated, he is quite confident.
If it fails again this time and 300,000 turns into 3 million, I wonder how the sect leader will end up? "
Balian told the facts in a plain tone, but when the words fell into the ears of the arrogant Sword Master Yu, they sounded a bit harsh.
Now, in the blink of an eye, an army of 30,000 has become an army of 300,000, and it is indeed due to his contribution.
Sword Master Yu was a little embarrassed and frowned in displeasure, saying: "Although I act without consideration, it is better than the whims of a junior like you."
Bailian thrust the Yuanli Sword into the ground with his backhand. He turned his eyes and glanced at the sword master Yu. His eyes were calm and gentle.
"Whether I am acting without consideration or not, I have to give it a try to find out."
"Third brother." He called softly.
When Yin Dufeng saw him like this, he couldn't help but be startled and subconsciously said, "What's wrong?"
Balian turned around, drove him steadily, and said seriously:
"I heard that in the Cangwu Moqi Palace, the black and white whole pieces fall against each other, which can open the door to the Tibetan Palace and connect it thousands of miles away."
"Is that so? Do you want to..."
Balian's eyes were focused and he said: "Open the door of the Moqi Tibetan Palace, and Yindu's 300,000 ghouls will disappear into the chaos."
Before everyone could turn pale in shock, he flexibly rotated the piccolo in his palm several times, drawing several cyan arcs of light and shadow.
The black feathers reflected in his eyes were low: "I will clear the way."
The heads of the three sects all opened their mouths and were speechless for a long time.
If what he said just now was fanciful, what he said now is simply nonsense.
That was an army of 300,000 ghouls, not those trained ducks and cows in the market.
How can I listen to you obediently and enter the Moqi Palace in an orderly manner?
Yun Rong looked suspicious: "How long are you going to keep fooling around?"
Su Guanhai, as shameless as an old fox behind the city wall, felt embarrassed for Bai Lian.
He quickly laughed twice, kindly helped him out and said:
"Isn't it that my eldest brother also has a lot of research on how to control ghosts? It's just that my eldest brother doesn't know that this ghoul is not an ordinary ghost.
Even the most outstanding heroic spirits of the Zhongyou Dynasty cannot control the spirit. Even if you are sophisticated in deception, you may not be able to achieve your wish. "
When Sword Master Yu heard the word "guilty", his face instantly fell. He stared at Bailian, his tone was low and stern:
“Since you are the son of Lord Wen, you have the blood of the royal family of the Qin Dynasty, you are talented and intelligent, and you are a natural swordsman. Being able to resonate with the Tianshan Mountains is your greatest accomplishment.
The journey of swordsmanship is long and long. If you don't focus on swordsmanship, how can you be distracted and study those crooked ways? ! "
Balian's calm face suddenly showed a hint of profound smile.
He laughed out loud, his expression was particularly bright and carefree, but his eyes seemed to hide a bottomless mystery:
"Today, the sect master might as well keep his eyes open and take a look to see if this deceitful technique is a killing technique or a saving technique."
After saying that, Balian bit the tip of his tongue and drew blood. Dots of scarlet sprayed on the cold jade frost flute. The bright blood stains were like burnt cinnabar jade, winding and drawing a blood-colored wing pattern.
The melodious sound of Qing Yue's flute rises, cutting through the long night.
The body of the ghoul, which was crawling like crazy towards the illuminated human capital, suddenly froze as if frozen, and actually stopped in the vast wilderness.
Their limbs twitched and twisted, as if they were putting up a huge resistance against another force in the body that controlled them.
The crazily twisted smile on Ying Xiu's face, who was sitting on the mountain monument with his legs crossed, suddenly froze.
He suddenly stood up, half-crouched down, quickly cut his palm and put it between the ground.
The scarlet blood with purple meaning spreads and penetrates like the veins of the earth.
"Roar!!!!!"
The roars of the ghouls in the world became more and more intense, and the frozen monsters started to move again.
On Baituo Mountain, everyone was stunned when they heard the clear flute sound. They looked at Bai Lian in disbelief, as if they were seeing a miracle.
Sword Master Yu's expression was extremely exciting and unpredictable.
Six hundred years ago, he relied on the deceitful power of the Zhongyou Dynasty to revitalize the country.
Now, does he still want to continue to use the evil heretic's methods to help the world?
"This, this, this..." Yin Dufeng was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he almost jumped up. He slapped his thigh and stared wide-eyed: "Brother is really brave enough to be unworthy of all men!"
Su Guanhai was the first to calm down from his dazed and shocked mood.
He stared at Balian quietly as if seeing flowers in a fog, stroking his chin with a thoughtful expression.
The mountain of crows and corpses is ready to move, and like thick black water, it is slowly spreading across the earth.
Junhe analyzed in a deep voice: "I'm afraid someone is controlling these ghouls behind the scenes."
Next, we have to watch the struggle between Balian and the man behind these three hundred thousand ghouls.
Through the sound of the flute, Balian could sense that there was a huge and evil dominating force in the ghoul army.
That power was cold, cruel, bloody, and killing, just like Shura fighting fiercely in hell, dark and cold.
It's just that the auras of these three hundred thousand ghouls are too mixed.
The source of that power is like water droplets hidden in the sea, and there is no trace at all.
He simply gave up the pursuit, and the melody under his lips turned melodious, becoming faster and sharper.
The wind in the surrounding fields suddenly became violent, whistling and lifting the robes of countless people, tightening one after another. There was some extremely cold frost in the wind, blowing through the deep grass and trees.
After a while, the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost.
At the same time, Balian's situation at the moment was not easy. The whites of his eyes were slowly turning a bright red color, as if they were bloodshot, as if he might cry tears of blood at any time.
Soon, the endless ghouls in the wilderness and mountain streams solidified their ferocious intent. They kept their pace in one direction, stretched out their hands, and stumbled away.
Balian put away his piccolo, with a trace of blood on his lips. He turned his head to look at Yin Dufeng and said: "Kun Yin is three hundred miles away, open the Tibetan Palace!"
Yin Dufeng admired him deeply in his heart and had no doubt that he was there. Three hundred and sixty-one black and white twins appeared together.
The Moqi Tibetan Hall is wide open and located on the top of Mount Lingsi, three hundred miles away from Kunyin.
Bailian picked up the Yuan Sword and drove straight in.
Su Guanhai watched Bailian's leaving figure from afar, and then said: "In that case, I will take the first step and step down to seal the barrier outside the Chaos Valley."
He was about to turn around and leave, when a silver sword fire flashed across the sky.
He caught the burning aura of red lotus karma fire, his expression changed slightly, he turned around instantly, his eyes followed the cold figure, and murmured: "Jing'er?"
Yin Dufeng also had a strange look on his face: "Your girl with a dead face? Why is she chasing after brother?"
Yin Dufeng's expression was unclear and his eyes were getting darker. He was stunned for a long time and seemed to suddenly understand something.
His brows gradually furrowed into a frown, and the palms in his sleeves slowly clenched into fists.
He tried to catch up and stop him several times. He struggled for a long time, but only left a helpless smile: "Maybe, this is all fate."
Balian landed on the top of the mountain, overlooking the earthly earth from a distance. His eyes reflected the sticky blood and the endless dark tide of corpses, and he didn't know what to think about.
Facing this distant and unfamiliar mountain and river, Balian's emotions did not sink for too long.
He raised his chin and was about to play the flute when his wrist suddenly tightened!
Balian lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the cold, slender hand that was holding his wrist tightly.
The fingers with clear joints but very slender and soft concealed amazing strength and hot body temperature.
On the top of the mountain, the wind was strong.
The headwind blew through their robes, and amidst the sound of hunting, cool black hair blew from behind and fell on Balian's cheeks.
Following the jet-black hair, Balian turned around and met a pair of deep, jade-green eyes.
The finger pressing the flute stiffened slightly, and Baili Jian remained silent for a moment, then calmly nodded gently to the woman behind him: "Miss Su Jing."
Under the moonlight, her face was as pale as porcelain, with slender eyebrows, deep pupils, and a dark and cold color.
She looked extremely calm at the moment, her cold appearance was the same as before, but her brows and eyes were already stained with a thin layer of sweat.
Glitter beads of sweat slid down the clear lines of his eyes, like traces of lingering tears.
She lowered her eyes, and the hidden emotions in her eyes seemed to be full at this moment.
Balian looked at her and asked softly: "Is something wrong?"
The palm holding his wrist slowly loosened, and at the same time, a more obscure negative emotion fell in her eyes.
Su Jing slowly lowered his head, and the two snow-white rabbit ears hidden in the fluffy and soft hair slid down sadly along his forehead.
This cold temperament adds a touch of pitiful weakness.
"Can you..."
"do not go."
Bailian's eyes flashed but he said nothing.
At this moment, 300,000 ghost troops are pressing down on the territory. As the young master of Taixuan Sect, the third sect of Heavenly Dao, she should not make such a request even if she has ten thousand reasons.
No, that's not right.
Rather than a request, her appearance at this moment was closer to begging.
The confusion that had been lingering in Bai Lian's head for a long time seemed to be clearing up a bit.
He looked at the woman in front of him and stretched out his hand to move her dangling little ears to the back of her head.
Balian smiled slightly and said, "I'll be back as soon as I go."
"You lied." Su Jing raised her eyes with a faint look: "The look in your eyes just now was very sad."
Like a person who is about to travel far away and never look back.
What he did was clearly not a way back, but a bloody and painful path.
Baili looked at her quietly, his dark eyes as quiet as a deep pool. The smile on his lips did not disappear. He retracted his palm and smiled lightly: "Miss Su Jing..."
"Two hundred years ago, was there a marriage contract between you and me?"
Astonishing words!
Su Jing's whole body was shocked, the color on his face faded, and his emotions were hard to control for a moment.
His astonishment was mixed with a trace of unclear despair, and he looked at Balian in shock.
She didn't say a word, but Balian already got the answer.
But seeing Su Jing's reaction, he didn't know when she recognized him.
"If I'm not wrong, I look very different from what I looked like two hundred years ago. I wonder how Miss Su Jing recognized me?"
Su Jing bit her lip tightly and answered the question inappropriately: "Have you got your memory... back?"
Balian shook his head.
Su Jing's body slowly relaxed a little as if he had escaped.
The cold bones and blood slowly warmed up.
She pointed at Balian's arm, where there were two red dot-like scars.
"In front of Lihe Zongshan Gate, I saw the mark between your arms and concluded that it was you?"
Bai Lian was very surprised: "Only based on those two traces?"
The cold wind blew open Su Jing's eyebrows. Her expression was cold, but her tone was full of persistence and seriousness:
"I know your body clearly, so how can I admit it?"
Bai Lian's mouth dropped. He was engaged to Su Jing. Could it be that before they got married...
Su Jing raised her eyes and glanced at him, without giving him any time to think or struggle: "In Nanze Mountain, you sleep with me every day."
Bailian was extremely confused and didn't dare to think deeply about the details.
He reacted very quickly and thought that Su Jing was obviously still a virgin. Even if they ate and slept together, he probably didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
He glanced at her again and said, "It seems that Miss Su Jing hates me deeply. Since she recognized me from the beginning, she was able to throw me into the Chaos Valley without mercy."
Su Jing's eyes darkened, and he took two steps forward, the tip of her nose almost pressing against his lips.
She stood on tiptoes with an expressionless expression and lightly touched his lips with her own.
It’s instant at the touch, not too much.
"Do you think...this is how I hate you so much?"
