White Immortal Tan Yuansi looked proud, raised his chin lightly, looked at Bailian in the sea of clouds and flowers, couldn't help but play with the bamboo pen between his fingers, and said with a smile:
"A cluster of flowers blooms, and nine branches grow. When all nine flowers bloom and turn from white to black, you will turn into dust in the sky and cease to exist."
He lowered his gaze and cast it in the direction where Tiance Junshan's sword fell:
"It's a pity. When a sword becomes a spirit, its edge is just... nothing more than that."
After saying one sentence, five petals bloomed in his eyes, and six petals gradually grew, and his mood naturally improved.
White Immortal Tan Yuansi obviously did not expect that he would get such unexpected joy.
When he became famous at a young age, he was troubled by a sword and stayed away from Kunlun because of his pride.
And due to the failure of Wenjian, his self-confidence was frustrated.
Qing Shui, the female official whom he secretly admired, was unwilling to bow his head in front of her.
The pearls and jade are in front of me, but I feel that my appearance is filthy, and I can only admire them from a distance for the rest of my life.
This kind of small and humble immortality was not what he wanted in his life.
Therefore, he ordered him to pay homage to Shanmen, devote himself to the Tao of Talisman, and specialize in one technique.
Just to be famous all over the world in the Shangqing Immortal Realm, and one day be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with her.
He knew deep in his heart that she was a superior Kunlun female official, and there was a huge distance between them, a gap that could not be bridged by time.
Now in the battle, it was discovered that the Tiance Junshan, which was originally difficult to understand and control, turned out to be nothing more than this after being enlightened.
Although it is famous, it is difficult to live up to it.
Facts have proved that the distance and status between him and the one on Kunlun Mountain can be made up through time.
White Immortal Tan Yuansi was in a good mood, and couldn't help but recall the peach blossom attached to Tiance Junshan sword, and took the sword for a look.
Unexpectedly, under the strong movement of his spiritual thoughts, the peach blossom clung to the edge of the sword motionlessly, like light grass shaking an ancient mountain, and it was actually difficult to shake it.
Tan Yuansi couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Although this Tiance Junshan sword may not be very special, the only thing about it is that it is heavy.
It is as heavy as the universe, and has the vast aura of fish and dragon in Dongyue.
How can a stroke of peach blossom power be carried?
So he had no choice but to assign Shou Feng to get the sword: "After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
After thousands of years, who knows the honor and disgrace.
Brother Shou Feng, please help me get this sword.
I don’t know what kind of mood she must be in when I carry my sword and return to the Kunlun Mountains this time. She sees the remaining lines of my cold sword with the peach blossom as its sheath. "
Shou Feng saw that his brother's mood had improved, as if the shackles of many years had been removed from his body, and six-petaled flowers appeared in his eyes.
Obviously, with the help of this battle, the situation is gradually breaking through.
I couldn't help but feel very happy for him. He was about to escape from the clouds and go to the majestic Cangshan Mountain in the human world to retrieve the sword.
At this moment, the sea of peach blossom clouds that enveloped Bai Lian suddenly became violent and violent, and the sizzling purple lightning and green frost flickered endlessly.
Along with a clear and high-pitched chirp, White Immortal Tan Yuansi suddenly felt an indifferent gaze from the sea of clouds, as if he was looking down on the common people.
His eyebrows suddenly stung, and the bamboo pen spinning lightly on his fingertips suddenly hovered, and the tip of the pen actually cut a bloody gash between his fingertips.
At the moment when the blood was low, the clouds broke, and a ray of coldness enveloped the sky like the arrival of a long winter night. It had the meaning of frost killing all the grass, and the peach blossoms in the sky naturally withered.
A young blue-feathered blackbird fluttered its wings, its eyes were as black as the night, and its eyes were noble and indifferent.
It picked up a wisp of petals in the cloud and wind, and its feathers fell on Balian's shoulder.
When he opened his palm to take it, he spat out the frost-covered petals in his palm.
Balian's eyebrows flashed with dark green talismans, and he slowly crushed the frosted petals into dust between his fingers.
Between his lips and teeth, he was also slowly exhaling and condensing frost.
"The Immortal is not a swordsman, so asking about the sword so casually will inevitably appear to be dishonest.
Although Tiance Junshan Sword has been hidden for many years, not everyone can ask about its sharpness..."
Balian raised his pale lips and let the remaining flowers dance into frost, turning them into a bleak background of twilight behind him.
"You have a talisman pen. It's just right. I also have a magic talisman. Let's ask the pen fairy!"
Bai Lian's eyes were blue, like frost and thunder, and the blue-feathered black bird on his shoulders spread its wings, circling and dancing among the chaotic clouds and peach blossoms.
The green bamboo pen between Bai Xian Tan Yuansi's fingers formed a trace of frost out of thin air, making his fingers sting unbearably, as if they were pricked by needles.
His face changed slightly, and he quickly put away his pen. The peach blossoms in the sky suddenly turned into burning powder mist, and the lingering fragrance remained cold.
The flying clouds that have not yet frozen flow slowly with the pair of young cyan wings.
The wings are the pen and the feathers are the hair.
In the vivid outline, the gauze-like white clouds actually transformed into the appearance of Tan Yuansi.
The black bird swoops into the cloud image, and the meaning of the symbol is flourishing.
Tan Yuansi's face instantly turned pale, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and vomit and cough.
There was a biting cold in his abdomen, and he vomited out large and small bloody ice cubes.
I saw that the bulge of his abdomen was getting bigger and bigger, and more and more ice cubes were vomited out of his mouth.
Tan Yuansi's eyes were changing a lot, and the sixth petal that was about to rise just withered away in embarrassment.
The state of mind is ups and downs, and the Taoist heart is naturally deeply affected.
But before Tan Yuansi had time to think too much, his eyes were cold and sharp, and his left hand that was not writing quickly drew and condensed a blazing fire talisman.
He clenched the talisman into a fist, his fist was burning, and he struck hard at his bulging abdomen.
Hearing a terrifying explosion sound coming from the immortal's body, Tan Yuansi opened his mouth and spat out large mouthfuls of water with a 'wow' sound.
The abdomen slowly became flat.
As an immortal talisman master, he was well aware of the horror of the talisman and did not dare to be careless in the slightest. He painted the bamboo pen perfectly, and a straight talisman light passed through his neck.
He groaned, and a touch of blood emerged from his lips.
At the same time, the black bird chirped and the cloud image transformed into Tan Yuansi suddenly collapsed into mist.
Balian raised a finger, took the black bird that turned into a rune light, and scattered the petals clinging to his skin.
The black bird spit out the spirit, and the qi stolen from Tan Yuansi slowly spit out into the center of Balian's eyebrows.
The essence and spiritual power absorbed by the peach blossom were quickly replenished, and the dry skin was restored to fullness in the blink of an eye.
He put away the magic talisman and looked at Tan Yuansi, the white immortal who said he specialized in Fengya Dao, and said: "Is it because of the reputation that it is difficult to live up to it, or is it because the immortal Zhang Zhuozi Lisi tolerates himself and is arrogant?"
"Watch it."
Under Tan Yuansi's cold expression, Bai Lian waved his sleeves and waved: "Sword up!"
The Tiance Junshan sword that fell into the world rose through the clouds, like a sleeping dragon awakening, the sword pattern brightened, and the sky reached the sky.
The ancient sword greets the body and immediately vibrates the mountains and rivers.
Facts have proved that it is not that the sword is heavy and the flower is light, and it is difficult to bear its weight.
Even if there are no flowers, no fog, no wind and moon on the sword.
With the sound of a sword rising, mountains, rivers, heavens and earth are thousands of miles away, but it is only a moment of surprise.
Balian held the sword and slashed horizontally. The sword light flashed across Tan Yuansi's eyes, bringing out a wisp of peach blossoms and falling on the tip of the sword.
It forms a scene corresponding to the blooming branches of flowers in his heart.
Balian looked at the cold-faced Bai Xian and said softly: "You are not qualified to ask about the sharpness of this sword."
Tan Yuansi looked at the old sword blooming with new light, and the sword energy that determined the world. Who would have thought that this would be the peerless grace that a mortal sword could bloom.
I couldn't help but feel a sore throat and a stuffy feeling in my heart.
He fought against four White Immortals without losing. Bailian had the upper hand but refused to fight. He sheathed his sword and chopped dead branches.
He raised his Xu Seal, summoned the falcon again, and flew away into the distance.
Tan Yuansi knew that he was completely inferior in this talisman competition.
Who would have known that even though the four White Immortals came out together, there wouldn't be a corpse demon left in the Tribulation Realm.
If this spreads out, I'm afraid it will make people laugh!
The four immortals winked at each other and nodded with cold eyes.
Even if he was seriously injured today, he was determined not to let this kid escape!
Zan Hai took off his long clothes and lowered them to his waist. Golden Sanskrit inscriptions were all over his body. His black hair was flowing backwards, and he had an angry Vajra-like look.
He clasped his hands together, the sound of yellow bells and the great Lu sounded in the sky and the earth, and a giant palm of golden light fell from the sky, cutting off Bailian's way forward.
At the same time, he had another thought in his mind, so he took out the vajra and stabbed Balian in the back of the head!
Xu Yan slapped the sword scabbard on his waist three times with his palm. This time, the golden sword that flew out of the scabbard was not thousands.
With three palms, he only produced a palm-long golden lightsaber, which swam like a shadow dragon in the clouds and was as fast as lightning.
As soon as it appears and disappears, the outline disappears at the end of the cloud field.
Shou Feng cut across the Luoshan River with one palm, and his palms opened and closed wide!
Tan Yuansi's naturally smiling face rarely contained any smile, only a fighting spirit remained.
When he picked up the pen, he did not paint peach blossoms, but painted the green leaves, bamboo forest and rain that he had not painted for thousands of years.
Four murderous intentions locked Bailian at the same time.
A critical moment, a moment of life and death!
Bai Lian lightly stepped on his wings, and the falcon flew up diagonally with its head raised.
The feathers on his body stood like swords, and they shot out quickly, hitting the golden lightsaber hidden in the clouds.
The feathers were in chaos like rain, and the golden sword was hit by it, and the sword's power increased to the limit instead of rising.
But Xu Yan discovered that the small golden sword with the sword spirit was tainted and assimilated by the sword spirit of the bird, and was no longer under his control.
He looked horrified for a moment, and finally recognized the origin of this strange bird with a gloomy air: "It's actually the Eastern Heaven Temple falcon bird that feeds on sword energy?!"
Although the falcon is a monster, it comes from the Temple of Winter.
In his early years, he had shed his demonic clothes and had a mysterious aura, half demon and half immortal. How could he look so full of ghostly aura?
The Taoist Immortal accidentally looked away.
That small sword is good at concealed killing and can go anywhere. If used properly, it can instantly kill three White Immortals of the same level. It cannot be ignored.
Xu Yan cried out that he was heartbroken, but the next moment, the bird swallowed the golden sword into his belly, and his sword intent suddenly surged.
Balian's eyes were scarlet, and both beads trembled. The power of dark blood was fully activated, and the bright red demonic energy dispersed like a heavy fog.
A bloody spear was displayed in the blood mist and soared into the sky. It met the Arhat's giant palm, cracking the palm prints and hanging in the sky.
At the same time, there was a fishy-sweet feeling in Bailian's throat, and bursts of burning and cracking pain were felt in the Dantian of his heart.
At one point, he used the power of dark blood in his body arbitrarily, fighting continuously, and even the corpse beads had a strong reaction.
If you continue to use it, I am afraid it will leave extremely serious backlash injuries.
When the Corpse Beads were condensed for the first time, the foundation was still unstable. No royal corpse demon would dare to squander the power of the Corpse Beads here.
But now Balian can't take care of that much.
Compared with the backlash injury, dying here is obviously less cost-effective.
Balian didn't react much to the vajra that struck behind his neck. He didn't even have time to adjust his posture. A burning flower bloomed on the back of his neck.
The vajra fell into the heart of the flower and made a loud sound like the golden bell.
The vajra failed to break through Balian's body.
And the flower from the other shore failed to swallow up the vajra.
The two forces are still in a stalemate, and the situation of Shoufeng's Broken Palm Mountain and River has arrived.
Bai Lian's sword lifted up the universe and summoned countless mountains and rivers.
Mountains and rivers faced mountains and rivers, and the power of the White Immortal was ultimately no match for half of the Sishui Divine Source. Under the severed palm, the mountains and rivers collapsed!
After the two forces fought against each other, the inscription on the Tiance Junshan sword was completely destroyed.
Every trace has become extremely light, like the traces of heavy snow, which will soon disappear.
As a result, Tiance Junshan Sword can no longer be used to defend against enemies in the short term.
The most troublesome thing is Tan Yuansi's bamboo painting.
He was born as a demon cultivator of the primates of heaven and earth, and practiced the way of talismans.
He painted the wind, the moon, flowers, grass, trees, clouds and rivers, and rarely painted bamboo.
Because bamboo is his true body, if it were painted with a pen, this talisman would definitely absorb the power of his essence.
The talisman painted in this way should have a huge amount of lethality.
Balian didn't dare to be careless, and almost instantly emptied all the mental power in the spiritual platform, and summoned two magic talismans, purple lightning and silver jade.
Purple electricity opens the way, silver jade breaks the bamboo.
A sea of green bamboo, with chaotic leaves flying and bamboo carcasses everywhere.
Tan Yuansi obviously did not expect that Bai Lian had three magical talismans hidden deep inside. His brows trembled in shock, his Qi collapsed, the bamboo was destroyed and his body was injured.
After a battle, he was the strongest among the four immortals. He was also the one who suffered the most serious damage from Balian's strongest talisman attack.
A mouthful of blood mixed with this source spurted out from his lips, and a few wrinkles appeared at the corners of Tan Yuansi's eyes.
He, who has always been good at keeping good looks, is actually showing his age for the first time.
Among the four immortals, all were severely damaged by the backlash of the spell, and for a while, the cloud escape technique also slowed down.
They were all shocked, and they really couldn't understand how he could survive the siege of four immortals from the Heshen Realm without being defeated.
Are the Corpse Demon Royal Clan such a terrifying race?
It’s no wonder that Master Xianzun regards it as a six-path taboo. Once it appears in this world, it must be eradicated at all costs!
Injured by the backlash, they were temporarily unable to pursue them.
Although Bai Lian didn't feel any better, the bird under him was not damaged at all.
Zhetian's wings were swinging at a very fast speed, and he was about to escape from the area surrounded by the Four Immortals.
Seeing this, the faces of the Four Immortals were full of shame, but there was no look of panic that he was about to escape.
Because they know that the adult has not taken action yet.
Thinking of this, the original hatred and rejection of this difficult corpse demon could not help but change into a touch of pity and sympathy.
That lord is in charge of the ruling laws of the immortal world. He is the most unmerciful, cold and cruel official, and hates evil spirits.
If he died in the hands of their four immortals, he would be able to find relief.
But if that gentleman was forced to take action, he would probably have to be captured alive without any resistance, taken to the Saoji Heavenly Prison in the Shangqing Immortal Realm, and tortured alive by stripping corpse beads alive. Even the corpse demon kings of the past, It’s also unbearable.
(End of chapter)
