In a sense, the civilization that cultivates immortality cultivates its own detachment. Although it comes from mortals, climbing step by step is escaping from the boundaries that mortals should have.
Take these eyes for example.
Mortals need a light source to see things, but for foundation-building monks, with the transformation of their magic power over the years, 'twilight vision' is instinctive.
Further up, at the Nascent Soul major repair, it is also common for "empty rooms to become white". Without a light source, you can see things clearly.
Not to mention various Dharma eyes, spiritual consciousness and other alternative means.
Therefore, it is almost impossible to make a group of overhauls suddenly feel that the sky is dark.
But when Mo Chengjun threw the sword in his hand, everyone present felt that the day was dark...
This is not simply a darkening of the sky, but a stripping away of the five senses of vision. In a sense, the spiritual consciousness is blocked.
Then, in this dark world, a ray of light lit up.
From this end of the world in the field of vision, it extends to the other end of the world, and then in an instant, it gallops away and disappears at the end of the world.
Until then, the sky suddenly became bright.
Everything seems to have returned to normal.
There was only the faint sound of "chichichichichi", like a lingering sound that lingered around for three days, still buzzing in my ears.
It's just that the voice is so low, so low that you seem to think it's an illusion. Looking at the world and all living beings, there seems to be no change.
But really nothing has changed?
No, it's not!
boom!
The sky, the peaks crashing down like the top of Mount Tai, shattered at this moment.
It was like encountering the sharpest knife, cutting through the middle, splitting into two halves, then losing all impact, and fell where it stood!
Of course, any monk with some discernment will find that it is not just the mountain that is cracked, but also the demonic flames surrounding the mountain.
This demonic flame is invisible and should not be said to be cut, not to mention that the magical power of Lihuo is also a first-class killing technique.
Even after it was cut, it was twisted and seemed to want to be restored again.
But if the demonic flames were allowed to burn, the crack would remain a crack. Even as time went by, the invisible sword energy continued to erode away, so that the demonic flames themselves were dissipating.
And the mountain peak split into two halves and fell from the sky, naturally revealing the big demon behind the mountain peak.
The hundred-foot-long demonic body is really terrifying, the endless burning Lihuo demonic flames ignite the anger of the world, and the ferocious dragon head is even more terrifying to look at.
But at this moment, Lihuo Demon Fairy didn't move too much. Instead, he seemed very calm.
Especially the pair of red fierce boys, they actually lacked the fire of anger that was burning all the time, and instead had a little more sense.
He looked up at the sky, at the indescribably majestic Nantian Gate, and at the tall and majestic King in Golden Armor, his eyes turning from angry to confused.
He seemed to have remembered a lot and seen a lot.
He still remembered that many years ago, he was an ordinary young man in a small mountain town. He went to private school with a book basket on his back every day, and was scolded by his teacher and beaten by his father.
But he never cared and was still naughty and mischievous.
At that time, he only thought that he could live such a carefree life for the rest of his life.
But everything was ruined that night, on his wedding day, and in the hands of a group of 'robbers' who came from nowhere.
He saw with his own eyes his father being stabbed through the chest; he saw his mother being decapitated; he saw his fiancée being dragged into the corner, tearing her red robe to pieces, and crying hysterically.
He was hung under the eaves, watching all this, and watching every one of his relatives and friends die, with broken limbs all over the ground and streams of blood.
And all this was just because he soiled a certain young man's new shoes.
If a pair of newly purchased shoes were stained with a mouthful of phlegm he spat out casually, it would take 128 lives to replenish it...
I don't know if the young master wanted to see his misery, or if he was simply unlucky, he was lucky enough to escape.
No one died.
But his heart is dead!
From that day on, he had only one goal in life - revenge.
People have seven emotions and six desires, but from that day on, he only had anger burning in his chest, which never went out.
In order to take revenge and achieve quick results, he practiced evil arts and even learned magic arts.
He never cared about going crazy, as long as he had power, and he turned himself into neither a monster nor a human being, but despite all this effort, he still didn't die.
Therefore, it was his enemy who should die.
So, he began to take revenge.
He slaughtered the young master's entire family, from an eighty-year-old man to a one-year-old child, in front of him. They chopped them up with a knife and let him watch without being allowed to blink. .
He also massacred the nine clans of the young master, the nine clans in the true sense, implicating tens of thousands of people, and no one escaped.
Not satisfied with this, he used a secret curse to cause the fish that occasionally slipped through the net to have poisonous sores, which would fester and die, making them miserable.
He even destroyed the ancestral graves of the young master, and used the bones of their ancestors to capture the ancestors of the Yintu, eighteen generations of ancestors, and beat them to death.
Young Master watched all this and witnessed it with his own eyes.
Then, he was so arrogant that he went crazy!
But you can't escape even if you are crazy. Even if you die, your soul will be refined for hundreds of years, and all torture methods will be used until the opponent's soul is gone.
Revenge is avenged!
Completely repaid!
But he didn't feel much relief.
Only anger burned in his heart, making him fall into never-ending rage. He disliked everything he saw, and then destroyed and killed.
Over hundreds of years, millions of people have been killed and demons killed, and they have become the Lihuo Demon Immortal today.
Mo Chengjun's sword was so magical that it actually cut off his seven emotions of anger and freed him from the sea of desire.
At this moment, he was calm. He had never been so calm since the day of revenge.
But we ask ourselves, if we give him another chance, will he fall into the devil again?
he does not know.
Even to this point, killing Yingye, does he regret it?
It seems not!
But now, there is actually no point in worrying about these.
Facing the King of Golden Armor, Lihuo Demon Fairy finally asked his question with a calm heart: "I wonder if I am lucky, but do you know in whose hands I died?"
Under Nantian Gate.
The flying sword turned into a rainbow and came back. Mo Chengjun reached out to take it and held it up again, as if everything just now was just a trivial thing worth mentioning.
However, facing the obviously normal Lihuo Demon Fairy, he did not reject the other party's question, but responded seriously.
As a result, the magnificent and majestic voice resounded through the heaven and earth again and fell into the ears of everyone present.
Just listen to him say: "I am one of the four heavenly kings in heaven, the guard of Nantian Gate, the heavenly king of Zhiguo, Mo Liqing."
The sound echoed around the world, and for a moment it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.
After a long time, it was Lihuo Demon Fairy who spoke out the thoughts of everyone present.
"A mere gatekeeper has such magical power, but he doesn't know how powerful this heaven is?"
Having said this, he also said with a smile: "But it doesn't matter. It has nothing to do with me anyway, and I can't see it anymore."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the divine light in Lihuo Demon Fairy's eyes dissipate, leaving only ashes.
But in those last eyes, instead of the overwhelming anger, there was a touch of relief.
Without the restraint of spiritual thoughts, the monstrous demonic flames of Lihuo were reduced to black smoke, rising and dissipating in the air.
In the air, there is the smell of burning lake, and there is also the faint wailing of the dead souls.
Above the purple energy, Mo Chengjun nodded with satisfaction, feeling that this was just a pretense, so I give it 100 points.
Moreover, with the life of a demon immortal, dying so neatly is definitely enough to shock everyone.
Down below, I guess it really won’t be able to make too big a storm.
However, just as this thought flashed across his mind, he heard the sound of a sword whistling.
laugh!
A sword rainbow suddenly rose from the south and fell close to him in the blink of an eye.
Although he didn't dare to get too close, he was the only one who had closed the distance so far.
Moreover, the speed of this sword was so fast that Mo Chengjun could not react. He almost trembled and threw the flying sword in his hand again.
However, after seeing the person clearly, he immediately suppressed the urge to take action and tried hard to maintain his posture. He just turned his head slightly and looked down at the person.
The visitor was Shen Jinxiu, the Sword Master of the Four Seasons. At this time, her eyes were blazing, even with a hint of uncontrollable excitement.
The direction she was looking at was not Mo Chengjun, but Lihuo Moxian. To be precise, it was the distance where the sword disappeared.
She seemed to be savoring, comprehending, thinking, and even pursuing the breath and divine intention of that sword.
She only felt that this sword was extremely familiar. It seemed to encompass everything she had thought and learned, but it far exceeded it. It was as if it had gone further and further down the same road, becoming a beacon that could guide her forward.
Of course, if her thoughts were known to Mo Chengjun, they would definitely slap her on the thigh.
But no, this sword is learned from the swordsmanship of the Galaxy Sword Sect. If you are not familiar with it, you will be in trouble.
On the other side, until she could no longer find what she wanted in the air, she faced Mo Chengjun, saluted respectfully, and said: "Today I saw the Immortal Sword. I long for it. I'm sorry if I'm sorry. Forgive me.
However, I wonder if I am lucky enough to know the name of this supreme swordsmanship? "
At this moment, Mo Chengjun tried hard to suppress the urge to twitch at the corner of his mouth, and his heart was in chaos.
Good guy, the boss behind the scenes who always treats you with respect when you meet him suddenly runs up to you and acts like a little fangirl?
Who can bear this?
This awkwardness is really a bit, ahem, uncomfortable for me.
Of course, I have to say, it’s actually pretty cool.
It must have been this moment of confusion that another sword light fell, protecting the female sword master behind her.
The old master glared at Shen Jinxiu so hard that the female swordsman couldn't help but shrink his neck, but he was also extremely wary of the golden-armored king.
He suddenly restrained his sword intent and did not show any hostility. He just said apologetically: "It was because of my lax discipline that I bumped into this fellow Taoist, uh, Heavenly King, Heavenly King...
Please forgive me! "
"No need to worry about such small things."
Mo Chengjun seemed very satisfied with his last title and waved his hand, showing great magnanimity.
He also thoughtfully explained to the female swordsman: "This sword is not a supreme swordsmanship. Although I am proficient in swordsmanship, I would never dare to use the word 'supreme' indiscriminately."
"As for the name of this sword?"
Meanwhile, the North.
The demonic flames from Lihuo finally dissipated completely, and the hundred-foot-long demonic body was completely exposed in front of everyone. The body that looked like a horse and a dragon looked really terrifying at first glance.
But just when Mo Chengjun spoke, the ferocious dragon head fell off the head of the hundred-foot demon body.
It rolled down from the neck and rolled on the ground countless times. A pair of eyes that had lost their energy were still staring into the distance.
And the huge demonic body also softened its hooves and fell to its knees facing Nantianmen.
Above the purple energy, Mo Chengjun said seriously: "There is a saying for this sword. I call it, one sword, the immortal kneels down!"
As soon as the sword is drawn, the immortal will kneel down!
This name is extremely arrogant. In this world, it is really going to blow people's minds.
But coupled with the death of a demon fairy, who fell to his knees, who dares to say that this magical sword power is not worthy of its name?
Or, among so many immortal cultivators present, who dares to say that they are willing to face this sword?
No!
Even the old master is not willing!
Of course, what they didn't know was that Mo Chengjun was actually suffering something he couldn't tell.
Do you really think this sword is useful?
Do you really think that after this sword attack, he will be able to use another weapon with such power in a short period of time?
However, no matter what, he bluffed this group of people.
Now, given their eighteen courages, few of them would dare to take action. They were really scared!
Mo Chengjun also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He just felt that today's matter was probably over here, and it was considered a safe matter.
However, just when he was about to say a few more words to bring the matter to an end, he heard the old master speak.
The old master is also a mature man. Seeing that the golden armored king in front of him has a kind attitude, he immediately kills the snake and sticks it on the stick, asking the questions in his mind.
"This heavenly king invited me. Yu Chi lived for eight hundred years, but he never heard the name of this 'Heavenly Court'.
I don’t know, is the King of Heaven willing to clear up my doubts for us? "
