The three peaks are green and towering, with a small stream gathering in the center and falling down the cliff, forming a beautiful waterfall.
Hua Jun bids farewell to Yunyi by the waterfall and comprehends nature. Fuxi's heavenly sounds are inspired by it, and the ethereal music of the piano spreads across the heaven and earth, making all things sway with joy.
At this time, I suddenly saw the three religions arriving hand in hand, each occupying a peak, with different gas states and different expressions.
The Confucian disciple Huahua is killing, with a fierce look in his eyes; the Taoist disciple Li Yuan is blocked by others, his palms are opened and overturned; the Zen master Mingjue is trapped, and he chants the Buddha's name with kind eyebrows.
At the end of the song, Zihua jumped up, unsheathed his sword and attacked.
Huajun bid farewell to Yunyi, her eyebrows furrowed, and her fingers hooked and mended the strings of the celestial harp, like a bow crescent moon, the sound of the strings turned into arrows, and with an angry strike, it shot out quickly, and suddenly exploded halfway.
"Boom..."
The Xuanxuan sound waves vibrated, and Zihua was the first to bear the brunt. Suddenly, the blood in his chest stagnated, his ears rang, his soul was in a trance, and he retreated to the top of the mountain.
Taoist Liyuan and Zen Master Mingjue were both attacked by sound waves, and they rushed to use their true energy to resist. The two Confucian scholars who followed Zihua had poor skills and no care from Zihua. They immediately vomited blood, became confused, and suffered serious injuries.
Seize the opportunity with one move, don't let Yunyi fly into the sky with his harp, the clouds are flying, turning into light and trying to escape.
"Where are you going!" Zen Master Mingjue shouted, rose into the air, and pinched the Buddha's seal. Suddenly, a swastika Buddha seal covered the sky and came down. The Buddha's seal burst out with Buddha's light, and the silhouette of Bieyunyi appeared behind him. He had nowhere to escape and was stuck in the air.
Another Taoist from Liyuan raised his palm to the sky and then turned it down. Then he saw white clouds billowing in the sky. Under the huge palm holding up the sky, it was the Taoist Heaven-Upping Palm.
He raised his palms up to the sky to move the swastika Buddha seal, which was like a huge force. No one in Bieyunyi could stop him. He immediately vomited blood and fell down suddenly.
At this moment, a sword slashed through the air, and Zihua arrived in an instant, recreating the technique of sneak attack from behind.
At the moment of crisis, he saw that the magical weapon Butian Qin had a spirit and blocked the killing move. Butianqin is so strong that ordinary swords cannot damage it at all.
The sword failed, but Zihua followed up with another palm strike, hitting Hua Jun in the back.
Bie Yunyi vomited blood again and was unable to fly into the air. He fell straight down, fell into the stream, and fell to the bottom of the cliff along the waterfall.
Zihua said: "Chase."
The three Confucian, Buddhist, and Taoist people hurriedly chased down. At this moment, they suddenly saw that the ground was shaking and the mountains were moving, causing rocks and dust to fly up, blocking the way of the three of them. They also saw a waterfall flowing backwards, and water vapor filled the air with mist. He danced in harmony with the forest trees, blocking everyone's sight.
In the blink of an eye, all traces of Huajun Farewell Yunyi were completely lost.
Taoist Li Yuan said: "Well...it was the melody that Mr. Hua composed just now that disrupted the atmosphere of the mountains and rivers here."
Zen Master Mingjue said: "It doesn't matter, my swastika Buddha seal has been left on her body. The Buddha energy enters the body and cannot escape. It just takes some time."
When the earth's energy calmed down, Zen Master Mingjue sensed the direction of the Buddha's energy and led Zihua and Liyuan Taoist priests in pursuit.
There were two remaining Confucian scholars, and one of them said: "We are seriously injured and cannot pursue you. Please return to the Holy Confucian."
Another person said: "Of course, I think Zihua is too murderous, so I can teach the sages to be careful."
In the wilderness, Hua Junbie and Yunyi forced themselves to suppress the heavy injuries in their bodies and ran hurriedly, without stopping for a moment, in order to find a way out.
When the Confucian, Buddhist, and Taoist people came, she had already noticed something strange, and she secretly used her music to hide in the aura of the mountains and rivers, so she escaped with her life.
After running for a long time, he saw no one chasing him. Bieyunyi stopped next to a tree. His strength relaxed and he couldn't suppress his injuries. He vomited a large mouthful of blood, staining his clothes with blood, and his breath was weak.
After a while, a voice suddenly came from far away: "Donor, the sea of suffering is boundless, look back."
When Bie Yunyi turned around, he was surprised to see the Confucian, Buddhist and Taoist trio chasing after him. His expression suddenly changed and he ran away in a hurry.
"Don't leave, the holy pen falls into the mountains and rivers and turns into a snake and rises to the land."
Confucian Zihua pointed his finger in the air and struck away quickly, with extraordinary power. Bie Yunyi had no choice but to transform into a benevolent sword, and turned around to block the attack. Although he was injured, he also gained speed and ran away again.
Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism followed closely behind.
Running around in the wilderness and escaping for a while, they came to a fork in the road. Bie Yunyi's strength was exhausted and his injuries were more serious. Seeing that his way of survival was cut off, he couldn't help but think of the sword.
On that day, the swords were ringing together, the sky was clear and the air was clear...
"Who is the sword? I really want to see you again."
As she was thinking loudly, the silhouette of Sword and Solo suddenly appeared in front of her. She was overjoyed and shouted hurriedly: "Sword and Sword, save me!"
The sword stopped instantly. Seeing Hua Jun's miserable state, he became extremely angry. He swung his sword in the air, and the Ren sword flew up, stabbing Chi Zun Baqian Sheng.
Immediately, he stood up in front of Lord Hua, held the Jie Dao, and shouted loudly: "You guys, this is so infuriating. My sword has no limit and no end beyond the limit of heaven and earth. It is for the purpose of: cutting down heaven and earth."
He poured all his true energy into the Jie Dao. He swung the sword angrily and slashed it down. In an instant, a powerful sword energy exploded and rushed away.
Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism joined forces to resist, but were defeated by the power of the sword. They all vomited blood. Zihua was in front and was more seriously injured.
The sword turned around and turned into a Dao ultimatum. The Dao ultimatum emitted light into the sky and descended with wisps of fresh air, covering his whole body. He put one hand behind his back and said with his back to the three of them: "Li Yuan, you are so presumptuous!"
Taoist Li Yuan was horrified. Seeing the brilliance of the Dao ultimatum, he reacted instantly and understood his true identity. There was only one person who could command the Dao ultimatum. He lowered his head and said: "Li Yuan knows his mistake, please punish him."
When Zihua saw this scene, he secretly thought that something was not good, so he immediately stepped away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Sword Who glanced at Zen Master Mingjue and chanted: "Well..."
Zen Master Mingjue smiled and said, "It's my family, please excuse me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person had disappeared, even faster than Zihua.
Seeing that the crisis was over, Hua Junbie Yunyi completely relaxed, his consciousness sank, and he passed out. Dao Jian hurriedly supported her, briefly inspected her injuries, and his face darkened.
The Dantian is exhausted, and the three true energies of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism are rampant in his body, destroying his meridians and cutting off his veins. If he does not receive treatment, he may be in danger of death.
"We can't go to the peak of the sea of clouds. We don't know what the outcome of the war will be. Those who are close to this place, well... Luoshen Peak is three hundred miles away. Everyone in the medical field: know all the herbs and get close to Shennong, so hurry up."
After thinking about it, whoever is holding the sword turned into a stream of light and headed towards Luoshen Peak while holding Bieyun Yi.
Taoist Liyuan followed him.
Approaching the Luoshen Peak, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming. Looking up, he saw a huge white tiger riding the wind from the distant horizon.
In the wind, there was a Buddha wrapped in his arms, chanting loudly: My Buddha has passed away, there is no Buddha in the world...
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Ren's sword penetrated his chest. Chizun Baqian Sheng lowered his head and looked at the blood dripping from the tip of the sword. He endured the pain and ran hastily.
"Just now, Huajun Bie Yunyi was being chased. It seems like there is no time for anyone to chase me with the sword. My injury is too serious, and only people from the Confucian sect can pull out the sword of benevolence. I have no choice but to ask my friends for help. .”
He went north and walked for a long time until he reached a snowy and cold place.
It started to snow, the wind blew, the cold air hit, the snowflakes hit me, and I was blinded.
Faintly, in the wind and snow, a cold plum tree stood proudly, letting the wind and snow blow, unyielding, and bloomed with plum blossoms.
Next to the winter plum blossoms, there was a thatched cottage with the door closed and a light burning in the slightly opened window.
On the thatched hut, there are four words engraved: Hold the grass and tie the hut.
Hold the grass in your mouth to repay, and build a hut to wait.
Chizun Baqian Sheng walked forward and stepped into the realm of Hanmei.
Suddenly, more than a hundred plum blossoms shot out sword energy and scratched the whole body. Immediately, Baqian Sheng was injured again. The blood flowed down, stained the snow red, and fell into the snow.
He chanted: "Friend, friend..."
Gradually to silence.
Just when he fell, a ball of Chi Huang's bloodline fell down and landed in the snow. As Jun Xuanyuan's soul successfully practiced the "Sanqi Zhenling Gong", it slowly took shape and became a six or seven-year-old child. Sleeping.
Bloodline Creation Method: Success.
Returning home on a snowy night, in the distance, a man wearing a raincoat, holding a fishing rod, caught a few fish, and walked slowly...
