Half-sinking and half-floating, the carp whale rode the tide south and swam into the Qianjiao Sea. Seeing that it was approaching Huangting Mountain day by day, Master Juyan did not want to wait any longer. He collected his true energy and flew out from the collapsed rocks of Jiuyue. Just as he was about to put his efforts into action, his eyes suddenly blurred, and he was blocked by a great monk with Buddhist beads hanging around his neck and a solemn Dharma appearance. The monk stood firmly on the sea, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Donor, why are you suffering!"
Master Ju Yan's heart sank. The monk actually hid his spiritual thoughts and came without any warning. Huangbei City is a big forest with all kinds of birds, but there is no monk. Could it be that he comes from another continent in another sea? Thoughts were swirling in his mind, and he said in a deep voice, "Why is the monk blocking the way?"
The great monk looked pitiful and deeply regretful, and advised: "Since the real person has escaped from the endless sea of suffering, why bother to look back? It is better to go back to Huangbei City and bear a thorn to plead guilty. The monk is willing to intercede in front of the city lord."
The Boundless Sea of Bitterness refers to the Three-Star Cave with the Slanting Moon in Huangting Mountain. When it comes to this, Master Ju Yan’s heart is as clear as a mirror. This monk is clearly the means left by Wei Shiqi to secretly escort the demon slave south, but he has the Nine Mountains Collapse Cliff With the stone in his hand, he could escape unscathed even if it didn't work. How could he be swayed by his few words, "Desolate Beicheng, he can't go back no matter what. Since this monk has seen through his whereabouts, he can't stay!" He bowed slightly and said, "Dare you ask the monk for his Dharma name..." Before he finished speaking, a ray of silver light shot out from his sleeves, like lightning, passing through the monk's chest. He turned back quickly and pierced into the back of his head. The face door flew out.
Master Ju Yan stretched out his hand and pinched the silver light, revealing his true form. It was a small sword without a handle or a feather. It was as thin as paper and as slippery as a fish. In an instant, he severely wounded his opponent twice, but the monk was confused. If you don't notice, you won't even move your eyebrows, your body gradually dims, disappears into the void, and disappears. Master Ju Yan's heart sank, and a slight sting suddenly came from his fingertips. The small sword fell into pieces, turned into powder, and fell rustlingly.
His body was pierced by the Xuan Kong Sword, but not only was he unscathed, but the Xuan Kong Sword was destroyed. This person must be a top-notch weapon spirit and could not be broken by ordinary means. Master Ju Yan had experienced fighting for a long time and reacted very quickly. He hurriedly slapped the back of his head and sacrificed it. The crown of purple clouds, with the flowing rays of rays of light, covers the whole body. The sword light flashed in the void, and the glow was like wind and flowing clouds, which suddenly disappeared, and the crown made a "roaring" sound, rising and shrinking, and then shook out the purple clouds.
Master Ju Yan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the opponent's sword was sharp, so he hurriedly recited a spell, snorted, and blew out a wisp of smoke from his nose. In an instant, it rose to the size of an inch, covering his body. This stone marrow smoke cloud has an extraordinary origin. He traveled to Da Yingzhou when he was young. He collected it from the depths of the earth's veins and kept it in his body to warm and nourish it for hundreds of years. Not his real body.
All he could hear was the sound of the sea breeze and the waves. Master Ju Yan hid in the smoke and waited for a long time. He was surprised when he didn't see the opponent coming. He immediately used his spiritual power to search carefully, covering a radius of dozens of miles, not missing an inch, but in vain. The mind is in vain. Could it be that the other party tried to cut with a sword, but when he saw that he could not break the Zixia Crown, he ran away - this was just wishful thinking. Master Ju Yan was uneasy and couldn't help but sigh. A sharp killing weapon is extremely rare. , the Xuan Kong Sword was destroyed, it was like cutting off one of his arms. Even if he was invincible with the Purple Cloud Crown and Stone Marrow Smoke Cloud, there was no point in continuing the stalemate.
Master Ju Yan was about to break through the air and escape when he suddenly had a sudden impulse. His eyebrows were tangled in one place. He separated a gap from the stone marrow smoke and looked at it intently. He saw dozens of slender sword threads looming, almost invisible. His heart sank. These sword threads seemed fragile, but they hid murderous intent, which even the mind could not detect. If he rushed out recklessly, he would most likely fall into the opponent's plot.
Master Ju Yan did not hesitate to sacrifice the magic weapon. With a sound, his body disappeared without a trace. Stone stars flew up like lightning from the collapsed cliffs of Jiuyue. They were about to pass through the gap in the sword wire. A Buddha's call rang out in the void: "Amitabha, how good it is!" The monk left and came back again, slowly appearing, his palms clasped together, sword threads swarming up from his palms, tightly entangling the collapsed rocks of Jiuyue, gathering more and more.
Jiuyue's collapsing rocks were cast away so quickly, flying high into the sky in an instant, and the sword wire kept pulling, like a slender horse's tail, trailing far behind. Master Ju Yan was hiding in the stone, and was supposed to be infallible, but the worry in his heart did not dissipate at all. His heart was beating wildly, as if a disaster was approaching and he could not resist.
The great monk slowly raised his head and took a look, his eyes were like two cold stars. The sword thread suddenly flew out from his hand, like a mess of threads, entangled in the collapsed rocks of Jiuyue, interspersed and flowed, tightened tighter and tighter, one by one. The roots are one by one, deeply embedded in the stone. Master Ju Yan originally thought that he would break free from the fetters with all his strength. From then on, the sea and the sky would be vast. After flying to a secret place, he would slowly eliminate the fetters of the sword thread. Unexpectedly, the Jiuyue cliff stone suddenly became heavier and heavier, and its power was reduced sharply. It went up and down in the air. After struggling for a moment, he lost control and fell into the abyss.
This surprise was not a trivial matter. Master Ju Yan desperately poured his true energy into it and tried all means, but to no avail. The sword threads were faintly connected to form an unpredictable talisman formation, like a heaven and earth net. Get away. Master Ju Yan was horrified, and finally understood that the reason why his opponent delayed taking action was to force him to hide in the collapsed rocks of Jiuyue, so that he could use his means to capture him alive.
One careless move will lead to losing everything. The path is chosen by oneself. Even if one's body dies and the path disappears, there is nothing to regret. But implicating the master's sect is a big sin. Master Ju Yan regrets it so much that he saw Jiuyue collapse on the cliff. The stone fell towards the monk, he gritted his teeth, activated the purple haze crown and the stone marrow smoke cloud to protect his whole body, shook his sleeves, seven or eight magic weapons flew out like swimming fish, he kneaded the magic formula, and all of them exploded.
Jiuyue's collapsing rocks suddenly swelled several times in size, opening a gap in the sword and silk talisman array. If he didn't leave now, or later, Master Ju Yan would seize this fleeting opportunity and rush out regardless of his own safety. The stone marrow smoke cloud was blocked by the sword wire, and with a soft "hiss" sound, it was torn off like a big snake shedding its skin. The purple cloud crown on the head of Master Juyan's head was extinguished, and he only escaped with his body.
The monk raised his hand to catch the Jiuyue collapsed cliff stone, put it in his sleeve, and said warmly: "The donor should go back with the monk, and don't have any ulterior motives!"
The last trace of luck was extinguished. Master Juyan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his heart was shaken. How could he not understand Wei Shiqi's methods? Not to mention whether he could escape unscathed after going to Huangbei City. Even if he saw In terms of the reputation of Mei and Lan, they don't mind, and Lingqu Zhenren will never let him go. No matter how good it is, he will be imprisoned. What's more, the Jiuyue cliff stone fell into the hands of the other party. The master, Master Yan Ping, was also involved, what a huge crime!
But now that the matter has come to this, what else can he think of?
