early morning.
There is mist covering the town.
The residents of the town woke up very early, with different expressions.
They all saw the strange scene last night, whispering to each other, and talking about it.
In the inn, Yu Liancheng's eyes shined brightly. Those eyes were full of silent depth, as if all the secrets of all living things had been penetrated by him.
He opened his palm, and the first word between heaven and earth jumped out from the Heavenly Wailing Sutra and flew into his palm, blooming with a mysterious and incomprehensible brilliance.
"Wu Dao Crazy Heaven!"
Yu Liancheng's mind merged with Tianwei, and he muttered silently in his heart.
He wanted to know who that mysterious guy was.
And with the power of Tianwei, he could clearly spy out the latter's origin.
As the light on Tianwei circulated, a picture kept flashing through Yu Liancheng's mind.
The first picture that appeared was actually in the Soujin Palace.
The curtain was drooped, and a figure sat behind the curtain, accepting the worship of countless divine beasts.
"Although the Divine Technique of Moving Heaven and the World-Destroying Demonic Body are strong, they cannot help but grow old after all. How can this aging body be worthy of my identity as a god, and how can it control the infinite power that can only be controlled by 'Heaven'. Divine Action Taibao cannot satisfy me, it will take another few decades for the next generation of Bu family to be a peerless genius."
"Maybe... maybe I can create a body, a body that suits me best."
The screen keeps flashing.
That old figure, with the help of an apprentice who inherited his medical skills, spent decades using his own blood to create a body similar to that of a god.
This body looks like a god in his thirties or forties, and has the same talents that belong to the Bu clan.
However, that body is not perfect.
Because the ordinary body cannot withstand the power of theology, this body gradually collapses, but unfortunately, this body gives birth to sanity...
And this mind has been controlled by the Immortal God since birth.
Therefore, he hates God, he fears God, and he admires God... After escaping from Sou Shen Palace, he named himself "Heaven", which is higher than God, Wudao Kuangtian.
He possesses the extraordinary wisdom of the Bu clan. Although his body is gradually collapsing, he actually used the blood of gods to create a new skill - Tian Kuang Xue Jue.
Later, he met a clay statue of Bodhisattva and learned the secret called Heavenly Cry...
"It turns out that this is another problem left by the Immortal God. In a way, he is a descendant of the Immortal God. No wonder he has such a similar temperament and likes to use swear words..."
Soon, Yu Liancheng opened his eyes and understood the whole story.
In order to live forever, the Immortal God left a lot of mess in just two hundred years.
"Congratulations to Lord Jade City, for completely mastering Heaven's Cry and becoming the first master of the word in this world." At this moment, Ni Bodhisattva appeared in the room, with a somewhat respectful tone: "Even the original Cangjie, Master Xuanzang can only watch the secret of Heavenly Crying, but cannot truly hold Heavenly Crying in his hands."
"Because if they want to refine the Heavenly Cry, they will face the whole world. But if I refine the Heavenly Cry, it is just the Heavenly Cry."
Yu Liancheng examined the Heavenly Cry in his palm and said lightly: "The backlash of the curse you suffered was not only because of the revelation of the secret of Heaven, but also because of the 'Crying of Heaven'. Now, I can remove the curse for you, but after that, you will never be able to do it again." You cannot pry into all the secrets in the world, all you rely on is your own divination ability."
The Clay Bodhisattva was silent for a moment and said decisively: "I would rather never see the sky cry."
"Okay, I understand." Yu Liancheng's mind moved, and the light in the palm of his hand was generous, and streams of black smoke escaped from the body of the Clay Bodhisattva.
This is the curse of heaven crying.
And in the black smoke, there is a mysterious brilliance shining like a star in the dark night. These brilliance are the wisdom and memory obtained by Clay Bodhisattva.
Now, no matter the black mist or the brilliance, they are all pouring back into the sky to cry.
After a while, the crooked hunched back of the Clay Bodhisattva gradually straightened up. The sores on the face quickly formed scars, and when pressed with a finger, they immediately fell off, revealing the original skin.
"I...I recovered..."
The Clay Bodhisattva looked at his appearance in the bronze mirror, and suddenly two lines of tears rolled down his face.
All the pain was drained from his body, and he became a normal person again.
This feeling is like a new life.
As for the memories passing through his mind, although he was a little sad, Ni Bodhisattva had no regrets. What's more, even without the power of the Heavenly Wailing Sutra, he is still the most outstanding fortune teller in the world...
"You find Tian Cry for me, I will help you lift the curse, and we are settled." Yu Liancheng turned and left: "Of course, if you really can't survive in the future, you can come to my Wushuang City to beg for food."
…
Western Region, desert.
Yellow sand fills the sky.
Heaven and earth are like ovens.
Two figures, one large and one small, shuttled through the desert.
Yulian City, Bu Jingyun.
The reason why he came all the way is to find a unique skill.
Thousands of years ago, King Loulan gathered the world's master swordsmen and created an unparalleled art - Wuqi Yi Jue.
In the later period, the reason why Bu Jingyun was able to resist a group of top masters and turn Fengyun San into the legend of Bu Jingyun was, apart from his own fighting spirit and martial arts talent, the Wuqi Yi Jue.
The subtlety of Wuqiu Yi Jue lies in the word Wuqiu.
It can be used to bless any martial arts. As long as you have no desires in your heart, you will be invincible. When you are strong, you are strong; when you are weak, you are weak. At the same time, there seems to be no limit. No matter how many opponents there are, no matter how strong the opponents are, they can all be dealt with by relying on the art of connecting without asking for change. This is their magic skill. Although you can catch a trace of a shadow with the Crying to the Sky or the Nine Sky Unbounded, you still need to experience it in person to understand more.
The ancient city of Loulan, where Wuqiu Yi Jue is located, has long been submerged in sand and dust.
This set of unparalleled magical skills would never have been seen again if it hadn't been for chance.
But it happened that Yu Liancheng was crying. The existence of the ancient city of Loulan is naturally not a secret to him.
"Okay, what I'm looking for is right here." Yu Liancheng's footsteps stopped suddenly, his eyes lowered, looking at the rolling yellow sand under his feet. Bu Jingyun also stopped, with a cold face, indifferent to the many things around him.
"Let's go down."
Yu Liancheng stepped on the ground with his toes, and there was a "boom" sound, and the yellow sand under his feet suddenly exploded, reaching a height of more than ten feet. But under the yellow sand, there is a ravine.
The two of them fell down at the same time, falling for more than ten feet before they stabilized their bodies.
Looking around, there is an ancient stone city, but it has been abandoned.
This is Loulan Forbidden City.
Due to the lack of sunlight all year round, the air quality in the underground palace is very poor.
"Come with me."
Yulian City opened the "Only Self Realm" and wrapped himself and Bu Jingyun in it. After walking for a while, they came to a gate.
Crunch, as soon as the door was pushed open, a vast and strange sword intent immediately poured out.
"There is a strong enemy!?"
Bu Jingyun looked solemn.
But seeing Yu Liancheng's indifferent expression, I thought about how this city had been buried deep in the yellow sand for so many years, how could anyone live here.
Looking closer, I saw that in front of me was not a powerful enemy ambushing here, but pottery figurines holding swords. The pottery figurines were dead at any time, but their postures were different, they looked like living people, and they were full of sword intent. They were actually demonstrating. A set of peerless swordsmanship.
Exactly—no need to seek the secret of change.
…
Half an hour later, Yu Liancheng and Bu Jingyun walked out of the Loulan ruins.
"This Wuqiu Yi Jue is indeed mysterious. It can raise the upper limit of a martial arts. And the state of being undefeated without seeking is even more unfathomable. It's a pity that you are filled with hatred now, so you may not be able to How much do you realize?"
"After all, you helped me, and I have my own gratitude. And after I leave, this world will still have to rely on you and Nie Feng, so I will teach you another martial art."
"This is a palm technique called - the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon!"
…
ps: The plot is almost written, and it will be connected with the comic below.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
