There was a thunderous rumble on the ground, which was suspected to be coming from the lower realm of Kowloon.
Countless electric arcs flickered and danced on the sword light produced by the reverse pattern sword, and the sword light was twisted and transformed into a white dragon with teeth and claws.
The white dragon raised its head and let out a long roar.
As the roar continued, countless thin silver-white threads began to shuttle back and forth in the dark clouds that swirled into whirlpools in the sky.
The thin threads were entangled and slowly condensed into bright lightning bolts like snakes.
Ouch!
Every scale on the white dragon's body stretched out, making a slight sound while emitting a sharp cold light like a sword.
The majestic sword intent is released from the dragon, like a knight who refuses to pull out the sword in its sheath until the last moment of a life-and-death duel.
If you don't draw the sword, that's it. Once you draw the sword, you will win and die!
The reason why the white dragon transformed by the power of thunder can contain such majestic sword energy is because Xia Zhichan poured all the invisible sword energy in her body into the cinnabar yellow talisman from the beginning.
With sword energy as the core and thunder as the body.
This lifelike white dragon, with its teeth and claws dancing, is completely comparable to the Jiu Sword Immortal that Xia Zhichan has been gathering for a year in terms of power.
I think back then, the Bone Corpse Demon, who had cultivated for hundreds of years, was beaten to pieces by the Jiu Sword Immortal that Xia Zhichan had concentrated on for a year.
But now, there is nothing but a demonized monster in front of him.
Ouch!
The white dragon roared and wrapped around the spider monster that could no longer move.
With a long roar, countless small silver snakes entangled in the dark clouds in the sky were attracted and fell down from the clouds.
Countless falling white silver threads formed a bridge connecting heaven and earth.
If the "Tianchen Luo" sword move performed by Xia Zhichan just now left the light between heaven and earth like a chopstick, the light bridge that appeared in front of everyone now was as thick as a century-old tree.
Roar!
Ga!
The spider monster could only roar a few times before being annihilated by the claws of the white dragon shrouded in the light bridge.
The woman's face even made a few sounds that were unclear whether they were crying or laughing. Before she disappeared, she was still laughing and cursing Huang Xing.
I don't know how long it took, until the monster was burned into a pile of coke under the strangulation of the power of thunder, and then ground into black powder on the ground.
The white dragon dissipated, and the gloomy dark clouds that had been covering the stars and moon in the sky gradually began to dissipate, and everything began to slowly return to calm.
The waning moon in the sky finally revealed her shy face.
The stars twinkled and the moonlight flowed like water.
"Alas, I was so blinded by resentment that I strayed into the wrong path and became half-human and half-demon..."
Xia Zhichan had just killed a monster, but he didn't feel as relieved as the thing was over, nor did he feel happy after slaying the monster.
Some, just a touch of sadness.
The problems in the dilapidated ancient temple came to his mind again.
Sometimes, you work hard to resolve difficulties because everything will be fine. But I didn’t expect that after climbing a mountain, there would still be another mountain behind me. There was no sense of accomplishment of climbing over the mountain, only the feeling of powerlessness of standing in front of a brand new mountain.
Xia Zhichan knew very well that the discomfort that filled his heart now was this sense of powerlessness.
Obviously, since he came down from the mountain, he has subdued countless demons. But lonely souls and evil ghosts can still be seen everywhere, and they have not been reduced because of his efforts.
"Okay, it's not over yet..."
Xia Zhichan took out the red wine gourd and took a sip.
This wine gourd is a magic weapon left by Yan Chixia. In addition to being able to hold fine wine from all over the world, it can also store the fairy wine that contains Haoran's true energy.
The powerful energy used in the struggle with the monster just now was provided by the fairy wine in the wine gourd. Usually Xia Zhichan only needs one sip, which is enough to sustain him until he gets rid of the demon.
After the immortal wine entered his body, Zhongzheng Haoran's true energy was poured into his eight extraordinary meridians.
Xia Zhichan's practice of invisible sword energy caused the meridians of the Zhou Dynasty to be self-connected, so this true energy can circulate in his body very smoothly.
But because he has not learned the true method of cultivation and does not know the art of closing his orifices, the true energy will flow out along his acupoints.
For example, Xia Zhichan is now like a new wooden barrel that has just been built but has not yet been painted. Although it can hold water, water will still leak out from the gaps.
After all, it was a close call.
Xia Zhichan held the wine gourd in her left hand, thrust the counter-grain knife into the ground with her right hand, and then held it empty with her right hand, making a gesture of pouring wine.
"What are you doing? If nothing goes wrong, go up to the second floor and rescue me..."
Nan Er felt furious when he saw his precious counter-pattern knife being thrown aside. Then he saw Xia Zhichan making a gesture of pouring wine, and became even more angry:
"Stop playing tricks there."
"Not urgent."
Xia Zhichan put the red wine gourd back into the cuff of her right hand, then stretched out her hand and made a gesture of invitation:
"Let's have a drink first."
drink? Have a few drinks!
Nan Er patted the window sill, and just as he was about to curse, he saw a white porcelain wine glass quietly placed on the window sill in front of him.
He glanced at the white porcelain wine glass, then at Xia Zhichan, then picked up the glass and drank it down in one gulp.
The wine has a mellow aroma and is soft and warm in the mouth.
But soon a heat spread from my belly, like lying under the sun at noon, bathing in the warmth from the inside out.
The pain all over his body seemed to be dissipated, and even his left arm and swollen calf, which could not be lifted at all, became comfortable.
Um?
Nan Er was confused, and looked sideways, and found that the wounds on his left shoulder where the bones were visible had all healed, and not even a scar was left.
Lifting his leg, he found that the wounds on his leg had disappeared.
A glass of wine can have such an effect?
Nan Er took a deep breath, flew down from the broken window sill on the second floor, and landed on the ground like a civet cat.
"The wine...is not bad."
He scratched the hair on his temples with some embarrassment, and then saw Xia Zhichan raising the counter-grain knife in her hand towards him.
"you……"
As soon as the word "you" was spoken, the knife came rushing towards me with the sound of wind and thunder.
If it were anyone else, he would have been frightened, but Nan Er smiled instead of getting angry. He raised his right hand calmly.
In his right hand is a black scabbard.
Canglanglang——
The long sword is sheathed.
"The throw was pretty accurate..."
Nan Er shook the knife in his right hand. He didn't know why, but he had an indescribable trust in Xia Zhichan.
Trust him enough to hand him the sword that he will never leave.
She trusted him so much that she didn't think he had any ill intentions even when he threw a long knife at her.
"Give me back the golden crown, and go pack it up on the way. Let's set off at dawn."
Xia Zhichan took off the square handkerchief that tied her hair, and then asked Nan Er for her golden crown. Seeing the opponent holding up the golden crown as if to throw it away, he quickly stopped him.
Nan Er smiled and handed the golden crown over, and then asked curiously:
"Where are we going?"
"I don't know, just let it go."
Xia Zhichan simply replied, then put on the golden crown and walked into the roofless room.
"Master Xia..."
When the woman who was guarding Huang Xing saw Xia Zhichan walking in, she asked in an already hoarse voice:
"Is it outside..."
"It's okay. Thank you girl for the handkerchief." Xia Zhichan handed the square handkerchief back to the woman while patting Huang Xing's chest and waist a few times.
Following his movements, a lot of purple-black blood flowed out from Huang Xing's wound. But the black energy that had been shrouding Huang Xing's brows dissipated, and his face gradually turned red.
"Many... many thanks, Mr. Xia."
Huang Xing found that the limpness all over his body began to dissipate. He first twitched his fingers a few times, then turned his palms, and gradually he was able to sit up.
The tip of his tongue was still numb, and he was still a little awkward when speaking, but he still solemnly cupped his fists and raised his hands.
"Third uncle!"
When the woman saw that her third uncle actually sat up, she was overjoyed and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Okay, girl, it's okay, it's okay..."
It can be said that Huang Xing went back and forth to the ghost world, and almost went to Naihe Bridge to drink soup, but he still survived.
"Boss Huang, I have one more thing to tell you."
Xia Zhichan flicked a corner of her sleeve and looked at the black burn marks on it, feeling a little distressed and a little scared.
This magic weapon has been made like this by myself. If the master sees it when he goes back, how should he explain it?
"Master Xia, please speak."
"Please be sure to leave this place before today's time, otherwise you may be imprisoned..."
Xia Zhichan said, cupping her fists and cupping her hands:
"Having said this, our mountains will remain green and our waters will flow forever. We will meet again next year."
This is the most common farewell word in the world. To put it bluntly, it means being polite. People who meet by chance in the world usually say this when they break up.
"Thank you, Mr. Xia, for your help. I, the Longmen Escort Agency, am deeply grateful. If you are called upon to do so in the future, I, Huang Xingding, will go through the mountains of swords and seas of fire to repay my life-saving grace today."
After the two of them finished speaking, Xia Zhichan turned around and left.
Just as he walked into the yard, he heard a woman's call from behind him. The eldest lady from the Longmen Escort Agency followed him out:
"Mr. Xia, my little girl Sheng Zhilan has thanked you for saving your life."
The woman gave the Wanfu gift respectfully. She didn't even have time to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she said with a smile on her face:
"If the young master comes to the capital of Da Qi in the future, please come to our Longmen Escort Agency. The little girl will treat the young master to a drunken party..."
Xia Zhichan deliberately refused to agree, but she was too kind to refuse, so she could only touch the tip of her nose:
"Okay, Xia remembers it."
…
"Girl, what have you done?"
Huang Xing saw his niece trotting back all the way, with a slight smile on her face, as if she had stolen honey.
"Nothing done."
"Girl, I have to tell you..."
After all, Huang Xing has experienced many vicissitudes of life and has seen a lot. He knew what his niece was thinking at a glance, so he said with sincerity:
"Mr. Xia is different from us. If you have feelings of admiration in your heart, my third uncle advises you to give up this idea as soon as possible."
"Uncle Third, what are you talking about? I...I didn't!"
Sheng Zhilan glared at her almond-shaped eyes and pretended to be calm. Although the Xiao Jiujiu in his heart was exposed by his third uncle, girls are thin-skinned after all, so how could they admit it easily.
"Oh, you..."
Huang Xing could only sigh and stop talking. He knew in his heart that no matter who tried to persuade him at this time, it would be in vain. He could only hope that time would dilute everything.
"Okay, hurry up and clean up. I'll get everyone up, and we'll set off on our way immediately."
The Jade Rabbit falls and the Golden Crow rises.
When the horizon turned pale, Huang Xing and his escorts left the Dong family's old store and embarked on their journey home.
