"I'm not crazy, I just want to use Wanjuan's true form and use its innate cross-strait traveling ability to tear a hole in the Zhou Tian Realm forbidden zone left by Sheng Wuxu.
As long as a trace of [authenticity] can be revealed, the offshore is nothing to you and me. Not to mention the newly formed martial arts soul, even if it is a paper man, I can blow him to the world! "
Yuan Tianren transmitted the voice through a god, his voice was like rumbling thunder, and his tone was unusually decisive.
But Chang Duanxuan still refused to activate his supernatural powers to help him perform martial arts techniques.
"If you want to borrow thousands of volumes of truth, all you have to rely on is Mr. Xie's half bookmark. You only have this small sliver of someone else's true nature to rely on, and it is a power that is infinitely greater than your own. Can you afford to spend it with your own money?
With the current credits of the Lu Department, your yin quota this semester is only slightly less than last year. Do you think you are still alive? You are a puppet of the yin demon. If the yin is exhausted, you will die!
How much did you bet on the transfer student? Is it enough to give you all my quota for this year? "
Yuan Tianren stared into the void. In the sky, the heart light dagger filled with all Liang De's spirituality was crumbling. The purple-black spots and hairline cracks on Ren Du's second pulse were spreading, and the fuel condensed by his heart blood was almost exhausted.
"Old Chang, what I'm betting on is not his life, what I'm betting on is my own life.
Normally enrolled students of this species must practice according to the prescribed courses set by Sheng Wuxu Cannian, and you and I cannot interfere.
There are very few transfer students who come through time travel, and they are basically from the other side. Three hundred and seventy-five years ago, the only transfer student from this side was assigned to the Sky Academy. On the same day, Jiang Chi, a good-for-nothing, tried to find an opportunity to split his soul...
I finally waited for a transfer student from the Mainland Department of Education. I may not be able to use his hand to open up a dead end for graduation travel. Old Chang, don’t talk nonsense about long-term planning. I bet my life on a shuttle. I have already put all my money on it. You Do you want to follow the banker or not? "
After answering his old friend's question, Yuan Tianren closed his tired old eyes and said no more.
Lao Chang, what is the meaning of lingering on? Do you want to truly live like me?
"Ah……"
The silver-white mirror belt surrounding Yuan Tianren's martial arts soul disappeared layer by layer, and Chang Duanxuan began to take back his extended true nature.
Soon, only Yuan Tianren's independent martial soul with his eyes closed was left in the Zi Mansion, and the last silver-white mirror belt that contained the true nature of Chang Duan Xuan, and this last remnant quickly disintegrated into a ray of silver light.
The connection between Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan is only the last thread.
Chang Duanxuan sighed softly, and his whole body collapsed into countless thin silver-white threads. As the last thread broke through the air, they all flew into Yuan Tianren's Zifu.
Damn it, Zi Mansion is so well built that it is impregnable and won't give an inch. If I don't use thousands of changes, I really can't put all my true nature into it.
"Hahahahahaha!"
The two men who had risked everything looked at each other speechlessly and could only smile.
Amidst the wild laughter of the dead souls under the sword, a brocade woven from plain silk into a silver mirror surface fell on the martial arts soul that was curled up like a fetus. The mirror surface was as clear as a vacuum, reflecting the shadow of half a broken bookmark.
Only half of the bookmark remains. It seems to be made of bamboo and wood, and a line of regular calligraphy in ink can be vaguely seen.
"A solitary cloud and a crane are together, and thousands of scriptures are in a boat."
The silver light rippled, outlining the four ridges. The silver-white cube that suddenly appeared in the Zi Mansion was suspended for a moment, and then cracked like a Luban lock or a Rubik's Cube. Countless small squares separated from the mirror surface, rising and falling like ladder blocks.
The top of the square building block highlighted the inscription imitating the bookmark. Thousands of metal movable types went up and down, printing text on a page of silver-white mirror paper. In a short time, it filled the entire page. The text was densely packed, as if Flying rice grains.
At first, it was the traditional regular script that was the same as that on the bookmark. As the silver light shone, it was scattered into radicals and musical note symbols. The radicals were scattered into single strokes, horizontal and vertical strokes, and dots and hooks.
Those strokes blurred in the mirror and turned into simple drawings of countless sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, birds, animals, fish and insects.
The ancient and simple pictures evolved rapidly. The pictures turned into oracle bone inscriptions, the oracle bone culture turned into bronze inscriptions, the gold culture turned into large seal scripts, the large seal scripts turned into small seal scripts, the small seal scripts turned into official scripts, and the official scripts turned into regular scripts, from complex to simplified...
Finally, the silver page turned into a piece of white letterpress paper that was thick, crisp, and even in texture, with dark lead-colored Song fonts densely spread on it, like black ants, multiplying rapidly.
The dark lead-colored Song-style characters first occupied the entire page, and then piled up into a raised three-dimensional mound. The clusters of characters continued to increase and expand, being crushed and deformed by the invisible wind, gradually shaping into a beast with a one-horned beak. skull.
The monster head with a one-horned bird's beak descended into the Zi Mansion, and he opened his closed orange round eyes sluggishly, with faint smoke flowing in the pupils, filled with the desolate atmosphere of ancient times.
got windy.
A dim airflow composed of countless small words emerged from the hole in the skull of the unicorn-beaked beast, and followed Yuan Tianren's dream to blow outside the ruins of the Sword Immortal.
Outside the ruins of the Sword Immortal, surround the Zhoutian Realm Forbidden City where the residual thoughts evolved after the disintegration of Sheng Wuxu Yuan Shen.
There are hundreds of millions of bright yellow triangular symbols, covering the sky and the earth, and the outer blockade operates as usual, seamlessly, but it is penetrated silently by the dim air flow of words, leaving many gaps as fine as dust.
The wind blew into Kukai, like light and lightning, and in an instant, countless tiny dust-like words caught up with Liang De, who was already confused.
Liang De's eyes were blurred, and in his confusion he could vaguely see that he was enveloped in a gray mist.
I have a headache and gray fog, could it be possible...
The words in the fog are arranged and combined, changing colors, and suddenly gathered in one place.
A huge red word "danger" appeared above Liang De's head.
The structure of this character is scattered and shaky, as if it will transform into the character "death" in the next moment.
"Caught up." Yuan Chang and Yuan Chang, who used Wanjuan's true form to use their magical powers, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Ten thousand volumes of breath connected Liang De's life, integrating all influencing factors and possibilities to reveal the dynamics of his fate at the current moment, and feedbacking it to Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan on the other end in every detail. The external manifestation is The red word "danger" appears above the head.
Just dying, not dead yet.
It would be good to catch up with this kid before he dies. As for the danger of Kukai capsized in Chuxunjiehara, for the two Red Tribulation level travelers from the other side, as long as they can escape from the ruins of the Sword Immortal sealed by Sheng Wuxu Cannian. There is a hint of authenticity and it is effortless to resolve.
Chang Duanxuan rotates the true nature called [Wanhua Xuyuan], and reconciles it into a wisp of green wood energy that subdues dragons and tigers, removes fire and solidifies the form, adheres to the breath of Wanjuan's true form, and spreads it to Liang Dexing's burning martial arts. In the depths of his soul, form and spirit interacted with each other, and his charred and cracked Ren and Du veins felt as if they had received sweet rain, and they recovered as before.
The blood-red and shining word "danger" on Liang De's head gradually subsided, the blood-red faded, and green emerged.
When a tree is in danger, the characters change and form the character "mast".
A straight cyan mast grew out of Liang De's martial soul.
With the cyan mast as the center, as many cyan characters as there are fountains of sand in the Ganges River pour out. The characters are connected into thin cyan lines. The cyan lines are interlaced and woven into a frame, and a large number of characters are poured in to fill in and compact.
Not long after, a green sailboat with a small head and a fat body, a bow shaped like a bird's beak, a long straight hull, a canopy and an oar raised its sails. Driven by the gray breath, it protected Liang De's confused soul and sailed smoothly, disappearing in the sky. Among the empty sea.
