Jiao Sheng's life is always filled with horror.
The Qi Yun evil star in Chunyang Palace is not really scary, he is just strict and meticulous. There are only two people that Bai Yujun is most afraid of. One is the former head Li Xiangyan who has ascended, and the other is for the clan. Desperate paranoia.
The other one is his second disciple, Lian Tianxing.
Bai Yujun didn't know before if he hadn't forgotten to get rid of himself, the monster who had become a disciple of Qingxu, for hundreds of years. Now it seems that he is.
One cannot see through one's cultivation and one cannot see through one's strength. The elites of their generation in Chunyang Palace have already entered the stage of evolution.
After chatting for a long time, Lao Huixian found that no one answered, so he coughed and put on his best face. In the past, every time he encountered danger, he would definitely save the day by doing this.
Lian Tianxing seems to be about thirty years old. He is less impetuous and more indifferent than before. He has become less like Yuxu Junzijian and more like Zixu.
He glanced at Huixian with cold eyes and was slightly startled.
He couldn't see the old monk clearly. There was an indescribable strangeness about his temperament. Unlike those monks who seemed to have no desires but actually had a lot of desires, this old monk seemed to have a feeling of emptiness. Yes, emptiness, as if It doesn't exist but it really does exist. For a while, I'm a little unsure of its true capabilities.
Ignoring the old monk, he looked directly at the pale-faced junior sister Qingxu.
"Now I should call you White Dragon. I never expected that a mere mountain snake spirit could successfully turn into a dragon and become a rare spiritual beast in the world. If I don't get rid of you, I may not have the chance in the future."
Lian Tianxing spoke calmly, without any fluctuation in his expression, but his eyes were a little complicated when he looked at Bai Yujun.
Bai Yujun didn't bother to brush away the long and messy hair that covered her eyes, she was completely desperate.
"Can you...don't kill me..."
Lao Huixian was about to open his mouth but was stopped by Lian Tianxing. The powerful look in his eyes was terrifying!
"Chunyang Palace is very peaceful. There have been many changes since you appeared. Senior Brother Chu Zhe is my most admired competitor, but because of you, he has become an indecisive person. You are his love disaster. Kill you." I’m just helping him, and the only person who can do it for him is me.”
Taking two steps forward while strolling in the courtyard, Bai Yujun unconsciously stepped back and leaned against the thick green bamboo, not daring to move.
"You are good at hiding traces, but you have a fatal flaw, that is, you often settle in old places to rest, such as this Zhuquan Temple. I have been waiting to leave my mark here for many years, and as expected."
Old Huixian was a little confused. He recognized this person as a powerful person from Chunyang Palace. He seemed to have heard that Bai Yao was also from Chunyang before. How could he fall out with someone from the same sect when they met?
Lian Tianxing bent down to pick up the teapot, took out a teacup from the storage bag and filled it with tea.
Drinking tea with eyes closed, looking like you are enjoying yourself.
"Yes, you are very good at making tea. I almost couldn't help but ask you to make another pot of good tea."
Bai Yujun didn't speak. At this time, it was completely a performance of the winner feeling the joy of victory. It was useless to say anything, unless someone suddenly appeared to save him, which was impossible.
Lian Tianxing was still talking to himself.
"Peak Master Yu likes you very much. Not long ago, he was ambushed and injured by a group of Xiaoxiao while trying to save you. Those people bullied Master and Uncle Gu to ascend without being deterred. Haha, Junior Brother Ganwu and I killed a monk and a demon cultivator. "
"My master was injured? Are you okay? Was it caused by the Western Cult and the Demonic Sect?"
"Don't worry, Master Yu is fine."
Bai Yujun was very angry and touched. He was angry at those shameless young men and moved his master to risk his life to save her. His kindness was unrequited and he might have to die in this temple today.
"I originally wanted to kill you, but ended up talking so much nonsense. Now, if you have any last words, please leave them behind."
"I...I don't want to die..."
Suddenly, Lao Huixian took a step forward and stood in front of Bai Yujun.
"Donor, don't kill any living beings. One flower is one world, one leaf is one bodhi. This is how you know, how you see, how you believe and understand. Everything is illusion. Your destiny is created by yourself, and your appearance is born from your heart. One foolish thought is the end of Prajna..."
The corners of Lian Tianxing's cold face and mouth twitched across from him.
"It's wrong to kill people, and it's wrong to kill monsters. People are living beings, monsters, and living beings. You can't kill them rashly."
"Step aside!"
Old Huixian was pushed back by an inexplicable force and could not get closer!
Bai Yujun suddenly found that he could not move at all, as if he was restrained and imprisoned by powerful pressure, too strong! There is really no resistance at all. I didn't expect that hundreds of years later, he is still more powerful than me. Although the monster beast has a long lifespan, its cultivation is slow. At present, the monster beast with the same lifespan is at a disadvantage.
The silent bamboo sea swayed again, the strong wind rustled the green bamboo leaves, and even the stars in the sky disturbed the spiritual energy of a party even if they didn't move and showed just a hint of power!
Suddenly, a terrifying and fierce evil aura appeared!
Buzz~!
A simple sword slowly emerged from the sword box, and the bamboo leaves that were close to it shattered silently...
When the sword came out completely, the wind suddenly became quiet again, the green leaves no longer rustled, and it was deathly silent. It was the last tranquility before the turbulent storm, and its fierce power became more and more powerful...
The world-famous Second Senior Brother of Chunyang Palace wore his clothes without any wind, and his black hair fluttered in the cuffs of his long robe.
With complicated eyes, he glanced at the beautiful face opposite Qingzhu, with a very pure appearance. The senior brother may have been moved by this at that time.
There was some hesitation, whether she should kill or not...
The sword turned its tip forward and slowly approached the woman in white.
Old Huixian sighed, helplessly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged to recite sutras. This was one of the few methods he could use to pretend to be a superior person and recite sutras.
The bamboo leaves on the surrounding ground suddenly seemed to lose gravity and slowly float, slowly rising to a height of two feet!
The ancient sword was slowly getting closer and closer. Bai Yujun could clearly see the sharp sword tip and hear the faint sound of the sword! The spiritual power and evil force forced me to even cough, and I watched death approaching without moving...
Nothing can be done...
He leaned back with all his strength and clung to the green bamboo. Even if he moved even half an inch behind him, Bai Yujun would have the extravagant hope of living for a moment longer. He was so strong that he never expected that someone would come to save him...
The tip of the sword approached his neck. Bai Yujun panicked. The pain from the old wound on his chest made his eyes filled with tears. He raised his head and breathed rapidly, and swallowed hard with his white neck.
Closer!
The tip of the sword touched the surface of the fair skin, and could no longer be drawn back. His chest heaved violently due to rapid breathing, and his veins were exposed. He raised his head and closed his eyes helplessly, and tears fell down his pale and delicate face...
The sharp sword tip stopped in front of the delicate neck, and the momentum of the sword suddenly became stronger and weaker.
Maybe a few breaths have passed or a long time has passed...
The sword suddenly made a whooshing sound and flew back to the sword box. Lian Tianxing shook his head and felt bored, just like the disappointment he felt when he saw the appearance of his rival senior brother.
Bai Yujun breathed a sigh of relief and sat down along the green bamboo with all his strength.
"Forget it. In fact, I already knew that I wouldn't really kill you. I just haven't been willing to let it go."
Lian Tianxing shook his head and smiled bitterly. The sword turned into light and disappeared.
Bai Yujun, who had narrowly escaped death, tried hard to calm down his breathing. He hugged his knees and sat in front of the green bamboo. He buried his head in his knees and wanted to cry and laugh. He secretly cursed Lian Tianxing, knowing that he would not kill the dragon, why did he come here to do this? It was for nothing. What kind of thing is it to be intimidated and threatened for no reason! Do you want to think through it in another way?
Old Huixian breathed a sigh of relief.
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