Deep in Jian Yi's heart, judging from some circumstances, saving Jianchan has become his lifelong obsession and even the motivation for his life.
Take Yang Feng as an example, curing his mother's disease is his biggest obsession and the biggest catalyst in his life.
When Jian Yi thought of Jian Chan, who became senile every day due to the dissipation of his Dantian energy, his face, which was originally tense, suddenly trembled.
"Little baby, don't make any unnecessary resistance. Relax your mind and leave your physical body to my control. From now on, I will take your path and your life on your behalf."
The consciousness of the strong man from the blood demon clan obviously felt that Jian Yi's soul began to rise up to resist, and this resistance became more and more intense as time went on.
This situation was somewhat beyond his expectation.
"Hmph! Leave my sea of consciousness and get out of my body. My Jianyi's life can only be controlled by myself. You, get out of here..."
The soul that was originally imprisoned by Jianyi has now broken through the cage and is competing with the strong men of the blood demon clan for control of the body.
outside world.
Jian Yi's body remained motionless, but the cracks on the surface of his skin became more and more obvious.
Obviously, if one of the wills of heaven and earth is not removed, Jian Yi will most likely explode and die.
Here, Yang Feng could only hold the sword in hand, hold the rosary high, and let the Buddha's light envelope Jian Yi's body.
To prevent those heroic spirits from harming Jian Yi.
The whole situation is at a stalemate.
No one wants to be the first to break the deadlock, just because the two Buddhist treasures in Yang Feng's hands seem to have a steady stream of Buddhist magic power.
The Buddha's light emanating is only strong but not weak.
This was also noticed by the tiger roar beside Yang Feng.
"Boy, where did you find these two treasures? According to my observation, at least a person with high moral standing in Buddhism can control them."
Although Hu Xiao's eyes were hot, he also knew that he knew nothing about Buddhism. Even if the treasure fell on him and he couldn't use it, he didn't care too much.
I just felt a little sad in my heart, Yang Feng's luck was a bit too unnatural, and he could even come across the lost treasures of Buddhism.
"Brother Tiger, I got these two treasures by chance. I studied them for a long time at first, but couldn't figure out the reason, so I placed them in the corner of the corner.
If I hadn't encountered this situation, I might have forgotten that there were still these two treasures in my Qiankun Bag. "
After first snatching it from Ji Wu's hands, Yang Feng and Canxian studied it for a while, and finally came to the conclusion that these two treasures require people with profound Buddhist teachings to drive them.
Among the people Yang Feng knew, Li Xiangdong was the only one he knew. Moreover, it was Li Xiangdong's credit that Ji Wu had snatched these two treasures with both hands.
Yang Feng originally planned to find an opportunity to give this treasure to Li Xiangdong so as to form a good relationship.
It's a pity that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.
Later, Yang Feng encountered a series of things and was unable to escape. Fortunately, Yang Feng did not give away these two treasures.
Otherwise, what Yang Feng and others are facing now is likely to be another situation.
It is even very possible that he would have died at the hands of the Blood Skeleton before he could even enter the world inside the coffin.
Outside the coffin.
After Yang Feng and Hu Xiao jumped into the coffin world, without the suppression of the Buddhist beads, the blood skeleton began to frantically absorb the heroic spirits from all directions.
With the Blood Demon Bead, even if he is just a skeleton, he may not have a chance to regroup his soul and revive his consciousness.
"Boss, this blood skeleton is absorbing souls. If it keeps going at this speed, I'm afraid it won't be long before the soul can be condensed. By then, the memories of his life will be revived. I'm afraid..."
Dao Qi was in a hidden place outside the cemetery, sensing what was happening in the cemetery by summoning sword intent.
The Blood Skeleton's frenzied act of absorbing souls naturally could not escape his perception, so he frowned and said to Dao Yi, who was closing his eyes and concentrating.
"Old Qi, it's so simple to reunite the soul and revive the consciousness. This blood demon bead certainly has miraculous effects, but this skeleton may have been dead for more than a hundred years. If you want to revive it in a short time by absorbing the soul, gather souls,
Unless there is a magical medicine to restore the soul, there is no chance of reuniting the soul even if all the remaining souls in this area are absorbed. "
After hearing Dao Qi's worries, Dao Yi suddenly opened his eyes, then raised a contemptuous smile on his lips, closed his eyes again, and told Dao Qi the specific truth.
"Boss, Yang Feng and Tiger Demon have been in the coffin for a day. If it goes as expected, there should be another mystery inside the coffin. Otherwise, this coffin is two feet high and seven feet long and wide.
How could they stay in there for a whole day? They might have found the sword technique by now. "
From the beginning to the end, Daoba's heart was focused on the sect's Sword Art of Suppressing the Sect, which would be his greatest reliance in conquering the world in the future.
"Haha! Look at you, old man, you are so anxious. There is only one exit in this cemetery, and there are eight of us brothers here. That Yang Feng wants to slip away from under our noses quietly, unless he has a cultivation level that far exceeds ours. ,
Otherwise, once out of here, there will be no possibility of survival. "
The other people were all joking and saying that they were too impatient.
And while everything was going on in the secret realm, the Ancient Sword Temple outside the secret realm.
"Lord Sword Spirit, do you think those two boys died in the secret realm?"
The old man with a skinny face asked in a low voice to the sword spirit not far away who didn't know what he was thinking.
"Death? The Sword Intent Crystal I gave them can sense their life breath at all times. Now the life breath exuded by Yang Feng's Sword Intent Crystal is extremely strong.
As for the other one, the breath of life is a little weak, but it proves that the two of them are still alive and well. But you, thinking that they died in the secret realm,
When the time comes, will you go to the secret realm to get the sword secret for me? "
Sword Spirit, after speaking, there was a hint of anger in his tone.
The frightened and skinny old man quickly knelt on the ground with his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered.
"I don't dare!"
"Ha! Back off. Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."
After saying that, the figure of the sword spirit disappeared into the depths of the ancient sword temple.
Inside the coffin, the stalemate was interrupted by Jian Yi's long whistle.
"Uh-huh!"
"Uh-huh!"
…
At this time, within Jian Yi's sea of consciousness, the consciousness of the powerful blood demon clan that originally dominated his body was disintegrating like starlight.
Jian Yi's soul, imprisoned in the depths of the sea of consciousness, also broke the cage, and the king returned.
The strong man of the blood demon clan seemed to have seen something incredible with his shattered eyes, and he could not speak to himself for a long time.
"Huh! Sister Chan, Jianyi will definitely allow you to embark on the path of cultivation again. Even if you spend everything you have on it, Jianyi will not hesitate."
After taking back the initiative of his body, Jian Yi looked at Jian Yi, who was silently guarding him not far away. His nose was sore and he almost cried.
He came to Yang Feng in one stride, patted Yang Feng's shoulder and said, "Yang Feng, thank you very much. Let us face the rest together."
The two of them stood back to back, looking at the approaching heroic spirits around them.
"Huxiao, let's cover you and fight out together."
After hearing Jian Yi's words, Yang Feng glanced at Hu Xiao who was far away from him and said.
"haha okay."
It was rare for Hu Xiao not to argue with Yang Feng.
"Jianyi, let us fight side by side and kill him together."
While speaking, Yang Feng handed the rosary on his left wrist to Jian Yi, while he himself held the Jie Dao in his left hand and the Lingsha Sword in his right hand.
The perfect destructive sword intent on his body suddenly sprang up, and an aura of shattering of the world, collapse of order, and destruction of the human world swept through the entire cemetery.
"This is?"
Jianyi took the beads from Yang Feng and asked doubtfully.
"With this rosary in hand, these ghosts will not be able to get close to you, and the strong ghost energy will not be able to invade your sea of consciousness."
After saying that, Yang Feng took the first step with his sword and rushed into the battlefield where hundreds of ghosts were walking at night and the Yin soldiers took advantage of the passage.
A killing feast was officially staged.
"Whoever takes away the sword secret, you will bear the wrath of all the heroic spirits."
"Kill him and find the blood demon bead."
"Dead souls will eventually be reunited, and the decayed body will be reshaped."
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Hu Xiao saw the right moment and kept up with the pace of the two.
Who would have thought? Two little devils are actually here fighting against a powerful man who once had a great reputation in his lifetime.
The powerful aura caused the space inside the entire coffin to become unstable and collapse.
Originally, Yang Feng and Jian Yi, with their current cultivation and combat prowess, would never be able to compete with this dead soul.
All the reasons lie in the sword technique and two Buddhist treasures.
The most precious treasure of Buddhism, needless to say, the nemesis of all evil spirits.
The Wanjian Dao Sect's Sect-Suppressing Sword Technique, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One", was sealed as early as Aotian Wuhen, and a "Hongmeng Purple Qi" actually appeared on the seal.
It was precisely when everyone was competing for the sword's light path that Yang Feng forcibly resisted the sword's seal and inadvertently touched the "Grand Meng Purple Qi" on the sword.
Jian Yi had previously been under the control of a strong member of the Blood Demon Clan, and his body had touched the Sword Art, so he naturally received the blessing of the Hongmeng Purple Qi on the Sword Art.
Only in this way can two novices on the road of spiritual practice have the power to kill everyone and be so brave and invincible.
Hu Xiao, who was following the two men, looked like he was displaying great power and bravery. It was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables to kill many strong men who had unparalleled cultivation in their lifetimes.
I can't help but express the infinite emotion that "the waves in front of the river push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach."
"Hehe! If I could swallow that wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi, I would be able to save a lot of my hard work."
The Winged Dragon Beast, I don't know when, flew onto Hu Xiao's shoulder and whispered softly, but its eyes kept spinning on Yang Feng's body.
To be precise, it should be spinning on the sword technique on Yang Feng.
"Pterodactyl, what did you say? 'Hongmeng Purple Qi', the 'Hongmeng Purple Qi' that can make people holy?"
At this moment, the roar of the tiger came into being, and all the thoughts came into being, just when there was no greed in his heart.
But he stopped, thinking about the soul contract signed with Yang Feng, and he had mixed feelings in his heart for a while.
"Holy" was once his lifelong pursuit, but he tried his best, but in the end, he still fell short.
The missing line is the "Hongmeng Purple Qi" in the sword technique in Yang Feng's hand.
"What? The realm that you couldn't step into before, in this life, I will take you to step into it."
Just when Hu roared, suppressing all the desires in his heart, and feeling endless melancholy in his heart, he heard such a light word from the pterosaur on his shoulder.
