The sky was bright and the wind was strong.
On the top of the peak, Zhao Wuji raised his sword, intercepted Liu Qiwen and others, and slashed out with his second sword.
Hong Dong shouted urgently: "We can't let him hold us back!"
When he just said the first word, Guan Luoyang and Anfeiyu had disappeared out of thin air.
Guan Luoyang's clone is just a projection of his mind, mixed with some water vapor, and refracted light to color himself.
Amphibian's body has long been placed in the cupronickel storage magic weapon, and what comes out to move around is always his ghostly thoughts.
The speed of the spiritual body can be said to be extremely fast, both in the world and on the earth.
But Zao Wuji's second sword was snapped out of thin air, the antelope hangs its horns, and the lead is washed away.
The sword intention instantly exhausted every detail. Under the surface of the air, it went deep layer by layer and pursued it. There was actually an intention to use the sword in his hand to kill the invisible ghosts and immortals.
Ding!
A sword came sideways, blocking the blade.
A famous sword through the ages, its name is Juque.
The most famous previous owner of this sword was probably Kaifeng Funan Xia Zhan Zhao. Later, it was said that it had also been passed down to the hands of Chief Chen of the Tiandihui, but it was just a short-lived flash in the pan and did not spread any reputation in his hands, so it was also suspected For rumors.
Some people who knew the truth even lamented that Mr. Chen, the helmsman, wasted such a waste of natural resources.
But today, this sword stood out like a strange peak, and like the ever-present breeze, reaching everywhere and unshakable, firmly intercepting Zhao Wuji's light-splitting blade, showing off the style of a great master in the art of swordsmanship.
With this kind of swordsmanship, no one will ever question whether the person holding the sword is worthy of the Juque. They will only imagine how happy and happy it would be for the Juque to fall into the hands of such a person.
When Zhao Wuji saw this sword and Liu Qiwen holding the sword, the expression on his face changed slightly.
It wasn't the usual inscrutable smile, nor was it the smile of pretending to be crazy or moody, it actually revealed a sincerity that was extremely rare in him.
The messy eyebrows that covered his eyes suddenly fell off, and the wrinkles on his face also disappeared one after another. Except for his white hair, Zhao Wuji actually regained his appearance in his prime, powerful, tall, and heroic.
"It's actually you!"
The conspiracy and cruel temperament that had always lingered in the old Zhao Wuji were restrained by him.
In other words, those temperaments are still there, but they are already insignificant, and they are not as prominent as the other temperament he showed first at this moment.
That is a swordsman, a swordsman, serious and sincere, pursuing strength regardless of good and evil.
He looked at Liu Qiwen and said with emotion: "Among your many reincarnations, you have awakened three times. You have followed the path of a swordsman and fought with my three identities. Killing each other with swords. Just talking about martial arts, there are a few. It’s fascinating.”
"Later, I appeared once as the leader of Tianli, and searched the world, only to find that in your reincarnation, you became the chief rudder of the Tiandihui, and you actually died decades earlier. You died using the Kirin coffin, instant into the hands of Ma Ning'er, a Shaolin traitor with Tianhui Magic."
The Qilin Strange Coffin is a rare treasure brought to the earth unintentionally by the Qilin Star and the Qilin people who traveled far into the stars.
With the help of this treasure, Ma Ning'er mastered the Divine Art of Regret. Although it was extraordinary, Zhao Wuji knew very well that if his old opponent had the swordsmanship skills of previous lives, he would never die in the hands of such a person.
Therefore, Zhao Wuji has concluded that the leader Chen in that life was not able to awaken his memory. In the next two hundred years, there was indeed no incident of him awakening and appearing again.
I thought that this special enemy would never appear again, but I didn't expect it.
I really didn't expect that after two hundred years of sinking, he could actually recover.
"pity!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes sharpened, "Now you are no longer qualified to stand in front of me with only one sword."
He glanced at the Hongdong, White Copper, and Kolan incense in the air, "Dragon Subduing Palm Technique, Peerless Bow and Arrow, and the breath of Buddhist Stick Technique. Just think of it as a tribute to those days in the past. I'll give you a good fight." .”
"You still haven't changed your habit of talking a lot when it's time to fight."
Liu Qiwen smiled calmly, "My skills are indeed far inferior to yours, but I may not be able to compete again."
The breath of the dream relic lingered around him, and his sword energy was rising steadily in the dream.
Hong Guang's consciousness is actually still in the Huimeng Relic and has not been wiped out, but this does not affect others from using the power of the Huimeng Relic.
It should be noted that although the Huimeng relic looks like a small round bead on the surface, the various martial arts insights and Buddhist artistic conceptions inside are the accumulation of long years since the Song and Yuan Dynasties, just like the composition of the relic. A huge maze was built.
Hong Guang's physical body has been destroyed, and the authorities are confused. His consciousness can only be huddled in a corner of the maze. Although it is very troublesome for outsiders to find him, he has no ability to interfere in other areas of the maze.
Liu Qiwen shouted loudly: "Look at the sword!"
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In this world, Wang Chongyang dared to claim to unify the three religions, and was extremely domineering. He collected the remains of the divine weapons, refined the essence of the divine weapons, and forged the Mysterious Gate of Heaven and Earth, thus gaining the confidence to resist the demonic realm head-on.
However, the Daoji Holy Monk back then had neither the inheritance of divine and demon martial arts nor the essence of the remains of divine weapons to use. He even became a monk and learned martial arts after he became an adult. With decades of skill, how could he confront the master of the demon realm head-on?
So the two of them consulted the details many times, had a tacit understanding, and chose the path of one light and one dark.
Wang Chongyang fought with all his strength, without seeking immortality, and suppressed the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth over the Demon Realm. It was like a brand that penetrated into the bone marrow, making the master of the Demon Realm temporarily unable to care about him.
Daoji created the ingenious dream-recalling mental method. Every time the state of mind improves, he can combine the existence of heaven and earth Xuanmen in the dark, steal a corresponding level of skill from the demon realm, and transform the demonic energy into Buddhist skills. body.
The descendants of Huimeng Xinfa are spreading like wildfire. Each generation and each of them may never face the Demon Realm directly in their lifetime. Even their enemies may not be the Demon Realm’s envoys, but some other evil sect leaders. Bandits, conspirators and traitors.
But each of them has been contributing to fighting against the Demon Realm and weakening the Demon Realm throughout their lives.
However, from another perspective, such a confrontation, no matter how clever it is, is a helpless means.
Because we don’t have the strength to attack it head-on and completely eradicate the disaster, we can only take this measure. We hope that the slim hope can slowly accumulate into a greater chance of winning in the future. It can be said to be a real danger. It goes without saying that the risks involved in seeking survival are great.
Fortunately, the risks in this area have been covered up in the past hundreds of years. Unfortunately, after the chaos decades ago, the distance between the Demonic Realm and the earth has been extremely close again. This The risk happened to explode today.
"Um?"
There was a low moan like a dream, as if in a long sleep, an inadvertent glance, and then slowly woke up.
The face of the Lord of the Demon Realm became more obvious in the Buddha's light. His eyelids were opened, and rich demonic nature and divine power were intertwined in them. Purple light and gold were in the middle, and black energy and green light were floating in the corners of the eyes.
The two young monks in the Patriarch's Cave, the one wearing sunglasses, suddenly stared blankly at the golden skeleton. He was so frightened that his sunglasses fell to the ground, and he did not dare to move.
Xiaolong, who was boxing, became a little stiff and looked at the skeleton at a loss.
The entire golden skeleton shook slightly, emitting a rich purple light from the inside out.
This kind of purple energy is extremely noble and exudes the supreme majesty of the Lord of Ten Thousand Vehicles. It is like the movement of the five elements in the world, the growth of vegetation, and the movement of all kinds of beasts. When encountering this kind of vitality, everyone will tremble and bow their heads.
Not to mention the two young monks who were frightened, even Abbot Guoqing at the entrance of the cave and even King Wuxiang felt a little trembling and awe coming from the power in their bodies.
"what happened?"
Under the mixture of Buddhist skills, Wuxiang Dharma King did not recognize that what came from the cave was the aura of the Lord of the Demon Realm. Instead, he was shocked. He didn't know what these monks were up to. He slowed down his hands a little and did a good job. Be prepared to avoid the real and attack the weak.
"Phaseless King!"
Jiuju on the mountain in the distance, a pure white jade pendant floated around his waist, and suddenly exploded, and Zhao Wuji's voice came out.
"This is the finest purple magic light in the Demon Realm. Can't you tell it apart? If you don't move now, when will you wait?!"
"Purple magic light?"
The mind of the Dharma King Wuxiang was like lightning, turning around a thousand times, and he took action boldly, fully utilizing his ten success powers.
As the formless true energy circulated, nine translucent cauldrons were cast around him.
The Jiuding, which is purely composed of true energy, has delicate patterns on its surface and is full of texture. It depicts various ancient patterns of slashing and burning, killing wild beasts, erecting altars, and worshiping the heaven.
It is said that the Jiuding secret technique passed down from the Guigu lineage can be traced back to the Guangcheng Immortal Sect where King Wen Jichang of Zhou Dynasty belonged. However, after the Qin and Han Dynasties, the magic of this lineage experienced ups and downs several times and was completely scattered.
When Dharma King Wuxiang was young, his whole family was a bandit in the green forest, and there were many gangsters in his sect. He loved to plunder rare treasures, wipe out families and seize wealth, and opened mountains and tombs countless times. He actually got the essence of the Guigu Jiuding lineage of magic.
When he was selected as an envoy by the Lord of the Demonic Realm, he realized the existence of three different spatial dimensions: the Demonic Realm, the Yin and Yang Realm, and the Earth. He was even more inspired and ingenious, transforming and practicing the Guigu Jiuding Teleportation Technique.
As soon as the Jiuding comes out, the scenery moves, you can point east and west, and travel through space, which is a bit mysterious.
Previously, the abyss in the Patriarch's Cave was unfathomable, so he did not dare to use this method lightly, but now he couldn't miss the opportunity.
"Move the Jiuding, move the mountain to the west!"
Abbot Guoqing's eyes were dazzled, and he suddenly found himself three miles west of Xiaolin Temple, but the shadow behind him remained the same.
He looked back and was shocked to find that the Patriarch's Cave was still behind him.
The entire mountain peak where the Patriarch's Cave is located was moved three miles away silently by Jiuding's moving method, using the method of space switching and teleportation.
The foundation here is soft and cannot bear the weight of the entire mountain, so the mountain is slowly sinking. The Patriarch's Cave at the bottom of the mountain wall will soon be completely submerged underground.
But there was no one in the Patriarch's Cave.
Two young monks and a golden skeleton are still left in Xiaolin Temple at the original foundation of the Patriarch's Cave.
Now there is no mountain cover, and it suddenly opens up. The sky is far above the head, and surrounded by a large area of rocky plains. The two young monks are completely exposed to the sight of Dharma King Wuxiang.
"It turns out they are two little bald bastards who haven't been weaned yet!"
King Wuxiang glanced at the two young monks. He originally wanted to do something, but when he saw the golden skeleton, his breathing suddenly became rapid and he couldn't care about anything.
He could see at a glance the huge power contained in the golden body, and he also saw that the golden body had no owner, and the connection between the young monk and the golden body had been repelled by the purple magic light.
"Lord, let me help you master this golden body and be distracted in advance!"
Nine large transparent cauldrons beside King Wuxiang rose in the air and expanded outward. The air waves rolled and pushed the two young monks away, but kept the golden skeleton body within the circle surrounded by the nine cauldrons.
"The Nine Cauldrons are collected and transformed into formless beings!"
When he shouted this mantra, King Wuxiang could hardly suppress his laughter.
He wanted to help Ziwei Magic Light. How to help? Of course, he would use the Nine Cauldron Secret Technique as soon as possible to collect all the Buddhist skills that were left in the golden skeleton body.
Without the obstruction of these Buddhist powers, Ziwei Demonic Light can immediately control this powerful skeleton body and become the carrier of the activities of the demon domain master on the earth.
After the Wuxiang Dharma King mixes and imitates these masterless skills with the Wuxiang Divine Skill, his own skill foundation will also be greatly improved.
The Jiuding buzzed, and the skill in the golden body of the skeleton divided into nine golden rainbows, fell into the Jiuding, and mixed with the formless true energy in the Jiuding, turning into transparent vitality, and converging on the formless Dharma King.
The source of the purple magic light is not yet in this dimension. The magic light that penetrates through is traced back through the channel of the dream mind method. Affected by it, it is inevitable to be a little half-dreaming and half-awake.
But as long as there is magic light that repels it on the inside, and the Formless Dharma King collects it on the outside, and combines the inside and the outside, the Buddhist power in this golden body will be lost at an incredibly fast rate.
In a matter of moments, Jiuding had collected nearly 20% of the money.
Abbot Guoqing fought his way back to the temple, and was about to fight to the death. Suddenly there was a loud explosion in the sky, and a huge pattern opened.
Like a lotus flower but more complex than a lotus flower, like a mandala flower but more majestic than a mandala flower.
Black air billowed down from the pattern, engulfing the place where Dharma King Wuxiang was, covering the entire rocky plain.
The sound of thunder was muffled, rushing back and forth among the black clouds, shaking people's minds, causing countless distracting thoughts to emerge, making their minds dizzy.
Abbot Guoqing hurriedly retreated with the two young monks in his arms, complaining in his heart: "Where did this black energy come from? It is so ferocious, as if some old monster has come out of the mountain..."
However, when he took a closer look, he also saw that this new "old monster" was not the same group as King Wuxiang.
There seemed to be a fierce conflict going on among the dark clouds.
The Wuxiang Dharma King was immersed in the joy of soaring power, and was caught off guard by Xuantian's God of Destruction thunder. He suddenly had distracting thoughts, and countless random thoughts swarmed out of his mind.
There are dozens of thoughts swirling in my mind at every moment, but before I have time to think about it, dozens of other intentions have already been replaced.
Arrogance, betrayal, nostalgia, hatred, cruelty, teasing, sadness, fear...
As an envoy from the Demonic Realm, he originally had many and complicated desires in his heart, and the Formless Divine Art was a form of mimicry, with thousands of faces.
Xuantian's God of Destruction Thunder, which had almost no effect on Yuanjiro, had a miraculous effect when used on him.
The ghostly thoughts of Anfeiyu were like many pure crystals, flying at high speed, using Xuantian's God of Destruction thunder to interfere with the Phaseless Dharma King. In the blink of an eye, they were all submerged into the golden body of the skeleton.
Those crystal-textured thoughts are essentially a gathering of spiritual power. Once integrated into the golden body, the purple magic light on the surface of the golden body immediately faded a bit, and the nine golden rainbows leading to the cauldron were also suddenly cut off.
After all, Wuxiang Dharma King was also a six-star martial arts master. At this moment, he had calmed down and shouted angrily.
"It is difficult for a Yin spirit of all calamities to become a saint. Do you think you can seize the golden body in front of me with this kind of sword and the magic of evil heretics? With your level, even if you control the golden body, how long can you sustain it under attacks from both inside and outside? , It’s really asking for death!”
The Jiuding floated in the sky and shook, the black clouds dispersed, and the thunder disappeared.
The figure of Wuxiang Dharma King shuttled back and forth, and slapped the golden body of the skeleton with one palm.
At this moment, he saw a familiar figure emerging in the air, unreal.
'Is he the one who shakes the world of Yin and Yang? ! '
Guan Luoyang's image floated, unstoppable, and merged into the skeleton.
