Bai Ze's mind moved, and Yang Shen swam away.
At the same time, in the ruined temple, a sword roared into the sky, and a sword shadow flew out from Bai Ze Yuanting's bitter sea. With lightning speed, it crashed through the roof of the temple and disappeared into the wind and snow.
This shocking change scared all the rangers sitting around the campfire. They had never come into contact with monks on the mountain before, so how could they see such a strange sight like a sword shadow flying out of someone's body? There was even a person who knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Bai Ze's body.
"What a big hole." Chen Shouren looked indifferently, looking at the roof of the ruined temple that was smashed by Bai Ze's flying sword mountain ghost, and slowly said, "What a sword."
Bai Ze traveled far away to Yang Shen, and the ghost of Fei Sword Mountain caught up with him in a moment, walking side by side with the young swordsman Yang Shen.
One person and one sword, they rushed two hundred miles away and came to a demon cave.
"Roar!!"
As soon as Bai Zefu approached, a thunderous roar came from the cave, shattering the heavy snow in the sky, and whipping up a gust of wind.
The terrifying demon appeared in the cave. A pair of blood-red beast eyes stared at Bai Ze's Yang Shen. He was irritable and restless, and was extremely afraid of the flying sword floating next to the young swordsman.
"You evil beast, you haven't transformed yet, I am too lazy to kill you." Bai Ze stood with his hands behind his back, walking casually, his figure was as loose as a pine tree, and said: "Tell your master to come out and die."
Deep in the cave, a sinister voice suddenly came out: "Wandering Yang God? Jijie, where did you come from, kid? How dare you show up as a Yang God and then come to pick fights and cause trouble? I'm afraid you're tired of living!"
After saying that, the orang wind surged wildly and rushed out of the cave. The gloomy blood energy turned into a ferocious evil dragon, charging towards Bai Ze. The demonic atmosphere was so powerful that the snow on a mountain shook with a roar, collapsed instantly, and rolled up a wave of snow for more than ten miles, rolling towards the mountainside!
"boom!--"
"Sure enough, it's the Blood Demon Transformation Technique." Bai Ze's tone suddenly turned cold. He turned his hand and used the sword's supreme skill of moving the mountain seal. With a squeeze of the magic technique, a huge mountain was directly transformed into a mountain and roared toward the bloody dragon. Smash it!
The two collided with a terrifying force, forcing the sky to be filled with wind and snow for nine days. The ferocious dragon was smashed into pieces by Bai Ze's mountain-moving seal. A corner of the mountain collapsed, and the remaining body smashed into the mountain. The snow-capped mountain Violent shaking caused the cave on the mountain to collapse, burying hundreds of undead souls that had been sucked into mummies.
In the cave, the demon roared in fear and fled out. It turned out to be a bloodthirsty demon, shaped like an antelope. In the collapsed cave, the demonic cultivator rushed out of the snow mountain with a pool of blood, and said angrily: "Boy, if you dare to destroy my cave, I will use you, the Yang God, to strengthen the blood pool!"
Bai Ze sneered in his heart and asked: "Who are you, Li Tianxing?"
"You actually know the true name of the protector of my temple?" the demonic cultivator said in surprise, staring at Bai Ze with his demonic blood eyes. "Could it be that you, this kid, actually participated in the battle of Hulao Pass that year?"
When Bai Ze heard the word "Dharma Protector", his murderous intention became more intense, but he didn't say a word.
Seeing Bai Ze's silent response, the demon cultivator said solemnly: "That's alright! Wait until I catch your Yang Shen, and then I'll interrogate you carefully. After searching the soul, what secrets do you have left? If it's really related to what happened back then, It can be considered as revenge for my demon protector!"
After saying that, the demonic cultivator raised his arms and shouted, the blood pool surged, wrapped the demonic cultivator's body, and turned into a huge demonic man, wearing blood armor and holding a bloody halberd, charging towards Bai Ze, rolling up The raging wind and the blizzard for miles around were all soaked in blood and turned into strange red snow!
Bai Ze held his natal Flying Sword Mountain Ghost in his hand, stood with the sword in hand, and said in a cold voice: "Fengxue, return home at night."
The heaven and earth roared.
Thousands of feet high in the sky, the blizzard turned into a huge Dharma form that almost towered over the sky and the earth under Bai Ze's command. The Dharma statue was mixed with the wind and snow in the sky, showing the style of a Confucian. He stood with his hands clasped and stood quietly behind Bai Ze.
The bloody demon transformed by the demon cultivator fused with the blood pool was as small as an ant in front of Bai Ze's Dharma.
The demonic cultivator raised his head and saw the huge Dharma image standing upright in the snowstorm. He trembled all over, as if he was facing an ancient god. He tried his best and roared: "What can God do to me!!"
After saying that, murderous intent surged through his body, and he waved the big halberd in his hand to kill Bai Ze.
Bai Ze lowered his eyes and looked neither sad nor happy.
The huge Dharma form behind him moved slightly and spread his hands. The palm, which was bigger than the mountain, shook the blizzard, and pressed towards the demon cultivator, as if it were holding a blood bead.
"boom!!--"
The Dharma Prime Minister clasped his hands together, and the wind and waves rolled up Bai Ze's clothes. The stirring wind and snow gathered into a winter storm in this area, and the extremely cold breath directly froze the mountain.
When the huge dharma image opened its palm, the demon cultivator had been beaten to death, fell into the night sky, and his body was completely destroyed. The bloodthirsty demon let out a mournful cry, rushed into the snowy sky, and carried the demon cultivator with his meridians broken, but he did not dare to escape, and trembled and crawled in the void at Bai Ze's feet.
Beasts often have sharper intuition than humans.
In the ignorant understanding of the bloodthirsty demon, the blizzard in front of him was like the incarnation of Bai Ze, and every move, every breath, was under the control of the distant Yang God.
Bai Ze waved his hand gently, and the huge Dharma form disappeared between heaven and earth, as if it had never appeared before. The Young Swordsman's Yuanyang Shen came to the demon cultivator.
"Demon Temple?" Bai Ze asked. The demon cultivator was covered in blood, which was now frozen into ice, covering his body like a corpse. Even though he tried his best, he could only open his eyes a little, and could not reply at all.
But Bai Ze didn't want to let him reply, he just said: "You don't have a few days to live. Before you die, you have to do one thing for me. Go back and tell your young master, let him wash his neck and wait. Yunhai Xianmen Bai Ze wants to ask him about swordsmanship, and by the way, he wants to chop off his head."
After that, the traveling Yang God disappeared into the wind and snow in the sky with one sword and one sword.
The bloodthirsty demon trembled for a long time, and finally determined that Bai Ze had left, and quickly brought the demon cultivator back to the ground, hoping to feed its master with its own blood. But the demon cultivator just sunk his body deep into the snow and had no response to the demon's feeding. He was hanging with only one breath and was about to be completely destroyed at any time.
The demon let out a mournful cry, then picked up the demon cultivator again and headed straight into the depths of the wind and snow.
In the ruined temple, the traveling Yang God and the natal Feijian Mountain Ghost came together and returned to their bodies. Bai Ze suddenly opened his eyes. In the sea of souls, Yang Shen returned to Xuanting and sank into the golden soul spring again, without causing a single ripple.
Bai Ze suddenly realized.
According to the experience he had suffered from being struck by lightning frequently before, it is no wonder that sacrificing the Yang God this time did not cause thunder disaster. It turned out that the traveling Yang God just got the right time and place, and was able to fly out of the Sea of Souls in the snowy sky.
So to be precise, Bai Ze has just entered the realm of the false world-honored soul.
It’s not really about entering the palace and refining the Yang Shenhun me.
In the temple, the rangers watched helplessly as the two Bai Ze merged into one, and they all forgot how to breathe.
"When I first awakened my soul, you dared to travel to Yangshen and fly two hundred miles away." Chen Shouren smiled and said, "You are really brave. If you hadn't refined the 'snow' seal tonight, do you know that you would Once you go there, you basically can’t find your way home? If Yang Shen is lost, the consequences will be very serious.”
"If sir is not here, of course I wouldn't dare." Bai Ze said with a smile.
"On the way back, I bought some wine, want to try it?"
Since the identity can no longer be hidden, there is no need to hide it anymore. Bai Ze sat cross-legged next to the bonfire, took out several jars of fine wine from the ancient ring, and took out a large bag of soy sauce beef and distributed it to the rangers.
"How dare you trouble the immortal..." Zuo Hong and others were flattered and stood up one after another.
"It doesn't have to be like this." Bai Ze said with a smile, "What kind of immortals are there? How can there be any immortals in this world?"
"..."
Zuo Hong was silent for a moment.
The scene today is so similar to the story his master told him back then. Back then, the old man with a bone-like immortality also said the same thing to his master, "How can there be any immortals in this world?" Then he jumped off the cliff and flew away in the wind.
Now in this ruined temple, Zuo Hong saw with his own eyes another Bai Ze and a divine sword flying out of the body of the civilian swordsman. After just a cup of tea, he saw with his own eyes another man and a sword flying back and merging into his body.
In this way, he also said, "How can there be any immortals in this world?"
Zuo Hong's mood was extremely complicated: He was an honest man, but he was not stupid!
"Old worldly wine is also quite tasty." Chen Shouren laughed, sat next to Bai Ze, took out a jar of fine wine, opened the mud seal, raised his head and took a big sip, which was very satisfying, and pinched two more from the oil paper bag. A large piece of beef was thrown into his mouth, he chewed it, and said vaguely: "It tastes good!"
Seeing this, Bai Ze smiled and said, "If I hadn't seen your natal flying sword roaming hundreds of miles away, slaying demons, I would have thought that you were taken away by some lonely ghost."
"Why, do you think there's something missing from me?" Chen Shouren asked him.
"You used to be a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade." Bai Ze said with a smile, "Now, you look like a poor and down-and-out scholar. But no matter how a person's appearance changes, sometimes it's hard to change the inside. Just like As the old saying goes, it’s easy to change a country, but hard to change one’s nature.”
"Hahaha." Chen Shouren laughed, "You say I look like the Master, and I always talk in the same way. But why do I feel that you are becoming more and more like him?"
The two of them looked at each other and drank.
When everyone was eating and drinking until midnight, Zuo Hong, Luo Xing and other rangers were all a little drunk. Bai Ze added more firewood to the bonfire and heard the heavy sound of stepping on the snow in the wind and snow outside the ruined temple.
"Here we come." Bai Ze said softly.
"I thought that beast didn't dare to come." Chen Shouren laughed, "It knows what's going on."
"As long as you have some brains, you should know that there are some things that cannot be avoided." Bai Ze smiled and said, "What are your plans?"
"Well, I heard that tiger paw tastes good," Chen Shouren said.
When Luo Xing heard the words, he was slightly excited when he heard the word "Tiger Palm". He thought of the tiger ghost that was burnt to ashes by the gentleman with a fire stick in the temple. He was shocked. Could it be the tiger spirit? Already?
Luo Xing moved his ears. He had never thought that his hearing could be as sensitive as tonight. After listening carefully, he actually heard the sound! The rustling sound of the tiger's paws pressing against the snow, the deep breathing in the tiger's throat, and the sound of the wind and snow roaring outside the ruined temple all came to his ears, making the young ranger lose most of his drunkenness.
The sound of a tiger trampling on the snow stopped ten feet outside the temple gate.
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