Luo Xie reached out his left hand and pressed it on the opponent's head, clasping his forehead with his five fingers. Just as he was about to repeat his old tricks, Peifuzi's eyes widened, desperate to break his heart. Thick blood flowed out of his seven orifices. The next moment, his body was like skin. The gong bulged and exploded. Luo Xie didn't expect that the other party would be so strong. He would rather die than give in. With a thought, he summoned the demonic energy to block the splashing flesh and blood, without being stained at all. Peifuzi knew the restrictions of the "Sword Pavilion" thoroughly. The death of this person added a lot of obstacles. Luo Xie's face was a little gloomy, and with a wave of his sleeves, the demonic power filled the air, destroying all the five restrictions. He moved his lips slightly and said to the old fox. Zu, Yin Guihe and others heard rumors and ordered him to capture him alive and send him to the "Sword Pavilion" for questioning.
The Fuhaizong sword pavilion has three floors. Most of it is embedded in the cliff, and the other half sticks out of the cliff, overlooking the abyss. Every beam, every pillar, every brick and every tile has been sacrificed in the cauldron. It is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and is comparable to the superficial Dharma. Only with more hands and feet can the utensil stand firm for thousands of years. Luo Li walked around the first floor of the "Sword Pavilion". Numerous caves and niches were densely carved on the stone wall, of different sizes, and they were packed tightly with bamboo, wood, leather and paper. It was difficult to see how many caves there were at a glance. The Fuhai Sect has a long history and a profound foundation. It has collected a vast collection of classics on sword tactics. He casually pulled out a scroll of bamboo slips and wrote the words "Yan Hui Jue" on it. The sword tactics were as thin as spider silk and as small as a fly's head. Only with sufficient eyesight can one see clearly.
Looking through them all, not knowing how much effort it would take, Luo Xie shook his head unconsciously, stuffed the bamboo slips back into place, climbed up the narrow wooden ladder, and arrived at the second floor of the "Sword Pavilion". He looked around briefly, and found that the layout was roughly the same. It is similar to the previous floor. There are tables and chairs placed overlooking the cliff, and large and small niches are cut out in the stone wall opposite to collect sword art books, but the scale is smaller and the stuffing is not so tight. It seems to be quite precious.
Luo Xie stepped forward, and under the pull of Qi, the restrictions rippled layer by layer, blocking the way, and he couldn't see the details for a while. He stretched out his index finger and tapped it lightly. The lightning flashed and turned into a colorful tiger head the size of a fist. He took a bite and his fingertips felt numb and numb, which was very interesting. Seeing that he didn't know how to move forward or retreat, the tiger head suddenly became fierce and chewed him. He exhausted all his strength and couldn't do anything to the opponent, and then retreated sadly. After a little exploration, Luo Lai discovered that the sixth level of restriction was different from the first five. It had a unique mechanism and nurtured spirituality. It was connected with the restrictions on the third level of the "Sword Pavilion" and was mutually exclusive, which was really a bit tricky.
After waiting for a while, Ancestor Tianhu, Yin Guihe, Zhao Jiashen, Long Linsheng, Zhu Nili, Xu Sanlang and others escorted the Fuhai Sect sword cultivator to the "Sword Pavilion". When we went to Luojia Lake, the remaining disciples were all young disciples with shallow cultivation. They were crowded with their chests pressed against their backs, and I felt a little disappointed. He didn't bother to waste words, so he casually took a picture of a middle-aged sword cultivator, clasped his head with his five fingers, and with a twist of his demonic power, he learned that he needed a jade talisman given by the master to ascend to the second floor of the "Sword Pavilion".
Luo Xie inspected several people one after another, and they all said that it was difficult to move forward without the jade talisman. He was doubtful, so he picked up the middle-aged sword cultivator and threw it towards the restriction with one arm. He saw the void rippling, and the electric light was like a whip, and he hit it hard. Pulled out. The middle-aged sword cultivator screamed, his whole body was sore and numb, and he fell heavily at Luo Lai's feet. He was so excited that he felt like dying, with tears and mucus flowing from his nose, his hands and feet twitching, and he suffered a lot. The sword cultivators saw this in their eyes and felt the same. They felt extremely humiliated and their eyes almost burst out with fire.
Luo Xie's eyes were like lightning, and he had already seen some signs. He picked up the middle-aged sword cultivator and threw it again. He repeated it several times, and the force became stronger and stronger. As expected, the lightning hit his head and caused blood flow, and he became incontinent. He didn't take his life, but he was somewhat cowardly. Luo Shedun remembered something. After joining the disciples of Fuhai Sect, they must leave a drop of their heart's work in the "Sword Pavilion". This drop of heart's work is very important. It is both a restraint and a protection.
Although the restriction has spirituality, it is still a dead thing that does not know how to adapt. He had an idea in his mind. He raised the middle-aged swordsman and pressed against the restriction, and his strength became stronger and stronger. The electric light swarmed out, wrapping the two people into a dazzling cocoon of light, turning into the shape of a dragon and tiger, biting and attacking, the sluice was as straight as the breeze blowing on the face, paying no attention to it, but the middle-aged swordsman could not hold on. He rolled his eyes and shivered, seeing that his life was in danger. At the critical moment, the restriction suddenly loosened. Luo Lai swooped in, his eyes flashed, and he saw all the changes clearly. With a backhand shot, the demonic power filled the air, and he easily peeled off the sixth level of restriction. Hyperactivity and deficiency are extinguished in one fell swoop.
Luo Xie knew it in his heart, but he didn't say anything. The last two restrictions in the "Sword Pavilion" were internal and external to each other. Without someone's help, it would never have been so smooth.
The restraint was broken, as if the scales on the eyes fell suddenly, and the eyes were cool,
Everyone looked up subconsciously and saw a shining flying sword hanging from the roof. The lengths were different and the styles were different. The big ones were like a door panel and the small ones were no more than a slap. They were automatic without wind, swaying, but they could not be released. The collision was avoided without making a sound, which made people's scalp numb.
Yin Guihe said in his heart: "There's something weird!" Just after turning his mind, a white shadow quietly emerged and fell to the ground silently. It looked like a young man, with thin lips and sharp jaws, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and two sword-shaped eyebrows slanting into the temples, slightly With a bit of a mean look, he stared at the Demon King coldly, without any fear. There was no trace of a human being in that young man. Luo Xie guessed this, and frowned, waving his hands and ordering everyone to leave. Ancestor Tianhu and others knew something was wrong, so they picked up the captive sword cultivators and left.
The "Sword Pavilion" was empty, and there was no one else around. Demon Emperor Luo Lai said: "I am still blind, you are an ownerless sword spirit in this 'Sword Pavilion'. Tell me, what are your intentions after secretly intervening just now?"
The flying swords hanging on the roof no longer avoided each other, but collided with each other, making a jingling sound, rising and falling, rising and falling. The young man stared at Luo Xie intently, his lips moved slightly, and said: "You help me escape, and I will help you break the restriction."
Demon Emperor Luo Xie glanced at the turbulent flying swords with stern eyes, and landed in the middle of the roof. A black iron sword was inserted until the hilt was gone, and it did not move at all. He pointed and said, "That's you!"
Thousands of flying swords suddenly stopped, and the sword tips all pointed at Luo Xie. The young man looked at him for a long time, and seemed to have figured out something. He nodded slightly and said: "The seventh level of prohibition in the Fuhai Sect's Sword Pavilion is called 'Silentity'. Once the seven Earthly Evils are released, the 'Sword Pavilion' will be wiped out and Buzhou Mountain will be razed to the ground. I can hold back the Earthly Evils for three breaths, and with your magical power, I can break the restrictions within three breaths with ease."
Luo Xie said calmly: "We can benefit from both sides, and I can help you escape. I am the Demon King Luo Xie, who came from the spiritual realm of the upper world. To be frank, who are you? Who was your previous master?"
The young man was silent for a long time, and then said solemnly: "My name is Wanren, and my previous master... was a powerful senior of the Fuhai Sect. His surname was Zong, and his name had a vine above and below it..."
