As Gu Yuan and his party got closer and closer to Suzaku City, the greatest chaos in the inner city came to a head.
After confirming that it couldn't get rid of Mu Qing, the monster directly hit the newly formed barrier in the air.
It blew itself up.
The terrifying power was released in the same place, and a huge upside-down bowl seemed to appear in the sky.
Mu Qing raised his head and narrowed his eyes, keeping his gaze focused on the center of the explosion.
There, light and heat were intertwined and devoured, seeming to collapse into a small black dot, and near that small dot, a black flame collapsed into countless strands of flowing fire, which were shot up into the sky in an instant. Trapped by rock flow.
Murong Jing, who was high up in the sky, tried her best to channel the power between heaven and earth, trying to resist the monster's final madness. Unfortunately, the barrier only lasted for one breath before completely collapsing amidst the roaring sound that shook the world.
Her figure flashed and fell straight from the sky.
On the ground at this time, the rock flow that had been suppressed for a long time finally found a breakthrough and spewed upwards, seeming to swallow up Murong Jing, the instigator.
With a roar, a dark sword shadow broke through the rock flow directly. A figure was level with the sword shadow and rushed to the top of the rock flow in an instant.
Mu Qing hugged Murong Jing.
Murong Jing's side face was weakly leaning on Mu Qing's chest, her eyelashes on her closed eyes couldn't stop trembling. She endured the pain in her body and held Mu Qing's arm with her weak hands: "It's not over yet, don't worry about me. "
Of course Mu Qing knew it wasn't over yet.
He hugged Murong Jing and stepped aside, staring intently at the rock flow.
The monster's purpose was actually achieved.
It uses the rock flow to cause chaos, and then hides through the chaos to escape.
Although the price is a bit high.
The Demon Suppressing Sword roared back from a distance. Mu Qing held the Demon Suppressing Sword and looked towards a certain direction affected by the rock flow.
The few strands of black flame that were absorbed into the sword still resisted when they were sealed. This actually showed that the monster's body was still outside.
Murong Jing took the initiative to leave Mu Qing's arms and said in a deep voice: "The duty of eradicating evil is over."
Mu Qing nodded, holding the sword in one hand, and wiping the sword's blade with the other hand. When he touched the dark word "Devil" on the sword, a black flame as thin as a finger flew out.
Mu Qing took the initiative to touch the seal of a wisp of black flame.
This wisp of black flame was like a fish escaping from a fishing net. It felt free and flew away quickly.
This was exactly the direction Mu Qing was looking at.
"Dog thief!"
The monster cursed weakly.
The people in this world are too dirty. How could a simple monster like it deal with people like Ying Muqing?
At this moment, the black flame is the best guiding light. The Demon Suppressing Sword followed the black flame, and Mu Qing followed the Demon Suppressing Sword. With a movement of his body, he blocked the monster's retreat.
He slapped his sword horizontally, and the continuous sword energy directly separated the rock flow. Between the sky and the earth, there was only a solitary black flame floating in the air.
After the monster took the initiative to disintegrate, it was now enveloped in a shimmering black flame, which was no more than the size of a palm.
Seeing that the black flame had no owner, it pounced on it without any hesitation.
Mu Qing frowned slightly. Even in such a desperate situation, this monster still struggled to survive. In this regard, it was no different from Bai Hao.
"call out!"
Mu Qing released his grip, and the Demon Suppressing Sword crashed directly into the monster.
"snort!"
The monster now fully understood that it was better to die than to live. It increased its speed and fused the black flame into its body before the Demon Suppressing Sword.
It was about to taunt Mu Qing, but suddenly it understood something, and it sank and threw itself towards the rock flow.
As soon as it left its previous position, the Demon Suppressing Sword whizzed past, leaving behind a series of sword shadows.
"Mu Qing, you are so disgusting."
The monster was tumbling in the rock flow, and the Demon Suppressing Sword followed closely behind it.
It belatedly realized that it finally realized that it had finally entered a dilemma.
Ever since it was frustrated at Mu Qing's hands two times and changed its mind to escape, it has walked into a dead end.
Or, it would increase its strength crazily and ignore Mu Qing's provocation from the beginning. Maybe it would already dominate the city by this time.
Or, don't fuse it with the black flame now. Once it fuses with the black flame, it will become what it is now, which will make it easier for Mu Qing to track it with the Demon Suppressing Sword.
Mu Qing was worried about Murong Jing's physical condition. When he controlled the Demon Suppressing Sword to chase the monster, he flew in front of the monster.
He placed a distant palm towards the monster, and the power of Shura poured out, instantly forming a large net covering the monster in all directions.
This big net is tightening little by little at this time, leaving little time for the monsters.
The monster also discovered this reality in despair. The fleeing figure suddenly stopped and soared into the sky again.
Mu Qing snorted coldly, closed his palms, and the big net instantly shrank, trapping the monster in mid-air.
The Demon-Suppressing Sword jumped up from the rock flow. The sword roared, and boundless black flames were released from the sword body. Like a black dragon about to awaken, it pounced directly on the monster.
This is like an extremely ancient ritual. When the Demon Suppressing Sword completely devours the monster, the sword will also change from a dead thing to a living thing, and it will have a qualitative improvement from then on.
Mu Qing flew above the monster. Under Meng Zhang's guidance, the seal in his hand kept changing, and a series of obscure auras enveloped the monster.
The monster was shocked: "You actually know how to do this."
What Meng Zhang handed over to Mu Qing at this time was an ancient art of refining weapons and absorbing spirits - locking spirits.
This is a spell that is specially used for refining weapons. It is extremely unknown and unknown. Mu Qing was very sluggish when he first started to use it. Fortunately, with Meng Zhang's guidance, he did not make any mistakes.
"I heard Xiaojing say that there are very few weapon refiners who are still alive now, and most of the amazing weapon refinement methods in ancient times have not been passed down. Your method should be very rare."
It was obviously a very serious ceremony, but after Mu Qing got used to it, she started chatting with Meng Zhang.
Meng Zhang responded calmly: "All laws are ten thousand ways. The best proof of whether they can stand on their own is to stay with time. Those inheritances that have been lost in the long river of time are far less rare than you think. As for what you are using now The technique of door lock spirit was obtained by killing a master of weapon refining, whether it is rare or not depends on each person."
Mu Qing was choked up. In fact, he had already known from the reactions of those around him that any of the methods Meng Zhang taught him were very rare in the world today, but he now has a treasure trove. , seems to have a bit of a wealthy person.
He said: "I gave the method of breath-taking to others. If you don't agree, I won't do it in the future."
Meng Zhang replied: "It seems that today's spiritual practice world has declined to an extremely rubbish state. In my era, hundreds of schools of thought contended, but there is far less of the principle in this world where one family has its own laws and only one family cherishes its own virtues."
"There are many methods of cultivation in this world. Is this method the most critical to whether you can reach the top?"
Mu Qing was speechless.
There are ten thousand ways in the world, just like there are ten thousand routes to the top of a mountain. The road may be smooth and smooth, or there may be twists and turns. But those who take the smooth road may not be the ones who reach the top in the end. Different roads lead to the same destination. What is the most important thing?
Meng Zhang was quite satisfied with Mu Qing's understanding, and said leisurely: "In the eyes of others, maybe you are the darling of heaven and have great opportunities, but how could they know that this actually means greater risks, and what awaits you if you make a mistake?" It will only be broken into pieces."
Mu Qing's current state is so strange that it's hard to describe. Since the last time his spiritual fetus left his body, he seems to have an extra perspective. For example, at this moment, he seems to be able to see himself changing his handprints solemnly, doing two things at once. But he can always be stable and calm.
His perspective slowly flew higher, and then stopped again when he locked onto the beautiful figure in red clothes in the sky.
Murong Jing clutched her chest and frowned slightly. She seemed to feel Mu Qing's gaze. She raised her head and looked around strangely, then immediately lowered her eyes and stared at Mu Qing's back without blinking.
Mu Qing looked at Murong Jing, with the most sincere and sweet emotions surging in his heart, and his perspective quickly returned to his original body.
There were some heartfelt emotions surging in his heart: "You are right, most people will only see and remember the scenery in front of others, but there are still some who treat each other sincerely. People, they will feel sorry for your wounds."
"So other people's opinions and comments are not important to me. After all, natural selection is the best. Everything in the world has its own likes, dislikes and choices. Now I only need to follow my own heart."
A muffled thunder suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and even the roaring rock flows froze for a moment.
The monster, which was shrouded in layers of obscure aura and had been unable to break through, finally stopped cursing. It was surprised again and again: "Your way, your way... Hahaha, is your way like this?"
The aura on Mu Qing's body suddenly became mixed. The green energy, the white sword energy, and the scarlet blood energy were intertwined with each other, and they were uncertain.
Finally, a ray of gray-white breath came out from between his eyebrows, and all the breath merged together to form a spiraling gray vortex. This vortex floated on Mu Qing's chest. Following the movements of his hands, a whirlpool formed. The black flame floated up from the Demon Suppressing Sword and broke into the whirlpool.
The gray whirlpool trembled for a while, and Mu Qing's face became more serious. After an unknown amount of time, his lips moved slightly, and he let out a sigh of relief: "Hey~"
The gray-white vortex spread out ripples one after another. Finally, in the center of the vortex, there was a breath with a black head and a gray tail.
The monster just stared there for a moment, then quickly looked away: "You, what did you do?"
The gaze in Mu Qing's eyes changed from blank to clear. When he lowered his eyes to look at the monster, the vortex in his chest also disappeared into his body.
He just had a slight feeling and mobilized the condensed original energy, and then someone accidentally triggered a black flame.
This process seems simple and peaceful, but it contains endless dangers.
At that time, Mu Qing only felt that he was flying into the boundless void, and everything he saw was darkness that could swallow his sight.
These darknesses are obviously motionless, but if you look at them for a long time, you will feel that they are giant things that are slowly squirming.
Fear is like a tarsal maggot, quietly expanding and spreading. If it doesn't become part of the darkness, it seems that it will fall endlessly in the next moment.
fear!
Infinite, silent terror.
Mu Qing shook his head vigorously, his chest heaving violently. Even though it was just a memory, he always felt that the scene just now would come back again.
"What's wrong with me?"
Meng Zhang responded quickly: "Your enlightenment ability is very good. After taking the first step, you successfully took the second step. However, don't use that ability for the time being. It is still a completely abnormal ability now. "
ability?
What ability?
Mu Qing's mind flashed, but he didn't find any more secret techniques. He suddenly realized that this was another self-created one after the Demon-Sealing Sword.
He looked at the monster, and the monster looked at him silently at this time.
"Bang~"
A black flame the size of a thumb appeared on Mu Qing's fingertips, jumping around his fingertips and swallowing up all the fire coming from around him.
The monster was completely speechless. This stupid thing was even more ruthless than it was. It swallowed blood and turned into black flames. Mu Qing swallowed the black flames and turned into his own ability.
The monster is like asking loudly: "You are a fucking human being, I am the real monster."
The flames disappeared from Mu Qing's fingertips. The net woven by Shura's power had shrunk to its limit. Layers of obscure aura enveloped the monsters in all directions. The sights of one person and one monster collided through the twisted night.
"boom."
Mu Qing flicked the sword with his fingertips, and the knocking sound was extremely clear.
"Don't!"
The monster seemed to know that Mu Qing would not talk nonsense anymore, and a glimmer of light in his body was uncertain: "Although you know this secret weapon refining technique, if I want to destroy both jade and stone, your sword will be useless."
Mu Qing changed the movement of holding the sword, intertwined his hands and held the hilt upside down, and was about to thrust the sword in. After hearing the monster's words, he paused slightly, but did not pay attention to the monster, but started chatting with Meng Zhang in the sea of consciousness. .
"The probability of failure in refining a weapon is much higher than that in refining an elixir. Naturally, this kind of thing is not as high as a voluntary success rate."
Mu Qing was a little embarrassed. He also found that once he got used to Meng Zhang, he would subconsciously want Meng Zhang's opinion on many things.
He took the initiative to end the conversation with Meng Zhang and asked the monster, "Are you willing to voluntarily become my sword spirit?"
The monster looked at the hanging sword tip, feeling bitter in its heart. How could it be willing to become such a bullshit sword spirit? It was just dragging it out as long as it could.
Mu Qing pondered in his heart, the Demon Suppressing Sword now has a spiritual power. If he forcibly swallows the monster, even if the sword is not destroyed, the monster's consciousness may take over the initiative.
The demon-suppressing sword suddenly lowered, and the monster screamed, squirming left and right in the restraint, but couldn't get out.
"If you take the initiative to accept refining, there is still the possibility of becoming a human being in the future."
The tip of the sword hovered over the monster, and the distance between the two could not accommodate a finger.
The monsters also slowly stopped struggling. At the end of the battle, one person and one monster were already very sure of the opponent's intentions. If they had the ability, they would definitely make the opponent die.
Mu Qing's proposal seems to be different from the original sword-destroying soul, but if the monster is allowed to actively accept refining, even if its spirituality is still alive, it may no longer be what it is now.
Bai Hao's lessons learned were not far away at this time, and the monster even felt that the sword spirit at that time might not still have its current memory.
This silence actually only lasted for one breath.
Mu Qing didn't think the monster would agree, so he was ready to forcibly scatter the little light in the monster, and then refine it and knead it together again.
The art of locking spirits and refining weapons is just to absorb the spirit into the weapon. The purer and blank spirit is actually better.
If this method were used against people, it would definitely be an inhumane and bloody method, but for such a demon who had killed countless innocent people, Mu Qing only felt that this would be the best way to relieve his anger.
Mu Qing exerted slight force on his wrist, but at this moment the monster suddenly said: "I do!"
Mu Qing used his strength in his hands and said calmly and calmly: "Okay, then you should let go of the control of the black flames now and expose your roots."
"Okay, you can let go of these restraints first."
The monster seemed extremely obedient. To show its sincerity, the glimmer of light in its body even took the initiative to appear on the surface of the black flame.
"It would be much easier if we directly refine this glimmer of light."
Mu Qing thought secretly in his heart, the power of Shura surrounding the monster slowly disappeared.
Without the barrier of Shura's power, the monster was a little frightened when faced with the layers of obscure auras, and asked bluntly: "If I take the initiative to accept refining, will I still have the memory I have now?"
Mu Qing didn't say anything, he drew his sword.
The demon-suppressing sword was as smooth as a fish jumping into the water, and the tip of the sword touched the glimmer of light.
The monsters are actually waiting for this moment.
Mu Qing's blockade was too tight at this time, and only when Mu Qing launched his own attack did he create a way out for it.
The glimmer of light that originally rested on the surface of the black flame quickly sank into the body, and the monster condensed into a ball the size of a thumb, actively facing the Demon Suppressing Sword.
The blade of the Demon-Suppressing Sword separated the layers of obscure auras, and at this moment also created an extremely narrow gap.
The monster was beaten so much that it was the attention here.
Mu Qing's eyes moved slightly, and his wrist shook the sword lightly, immediately absorbing the black flame into the sword. When it came out, only the glimmer of light remained.
This glimmer of light broke out of Mu Qing's blockade and rushed towards the surging rock flow on the ground in an instant.
"call out--"
A white fire sparrow rushed out from the slanting thorn, covering the glimmer of light in an instant, leaving only the screams of the monster in anger, extreme fear, and extreme fear.
The fire sparrow wrapped in a shimmer of light and flew in front of Mu Qing. Mu Qing smiled helplessly, and suddenly there was a thunder in the distance, and the white thunder struck a lonely person.
Of course he also has back-ups, but now he has gradually learned to accept this kind of close cooperation.
Murong Jing slowly came closer, her beautiful eyes turned on his face, and then she looked at the fire bird, "This time, there shouldn't be any trouble."
