Chapter 225 Ancestor Fushan

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At this time, Feng Linwen and Bai Xiaotian were watching the battle remotely through the light-stealing device.

The principle of a light-stealing instrument is similar to that of a telescope, except that the telescope peeps in a straight line and is easily blocked by obstacles. The light-stealing instrument analyzes the arrangement of photons in the distance and the refraction of photons in contact with dust in the air. It is gathered into an image, and the movement in the distance is grasped in great detail.

In the picture, Cang Zhuzi condensed Qi into a sword, and cut off several immortal Qi attacks with one sword. The exquisiteness of the sword technique amazed Feng Linhui and Bai Xiaotian, who also practiced the Nine Styles of Fusheng.

But I saw a person flying out from the high sky, dressed in green clothes, holding a treasure flag, pointing a blue lotus flower with one hand, and flew towards the ancestor of Fushan.

This lotus flower seemed plain and simple at first, but gradually it became extraordinary. Even from a long distance, Feng Linmo could feel its brilliance and eye-catching power, and it contained powerful and terrifying power.

"The flowers bloom and never fall to the sky? Have you forgotten? This is what I left for you! Use it against me?" Cang Zhuzi... or the ancestor of Fushan asked coldly.

Magical arcs of light flickered on the long sword condensed with immortal energy, and suddenly the arcs of light bloomed. He headed towards Lianhua with a strange force field.

The green lotus flower that rushed towards me suddenly burst into bright green light. With the burst of green light, the lotus flower that was only half in full bloom began to bloom. As the green lotus bloomed, traces of magical blue light patterns condensed. It came out and finally turned into tiny rays of light. These tiny rays of light gathered in one place, like a sea of ​​cyan light, congesting and trembling the entire space.

Along with the sweep of these cyan light patterns, the terrifying force is like an invisible large millstone, trying to crush everything in this space.

"The true skill inherited from Wanhua Peak is that flowers bloom and all phenomena never fall to the sky! People have hundreds of appearances, and flowers have thousands of postures. People are used to describe flowers, and by using flowers and trees to fit in with nature, we can understand the natural way of heaven and earth. After completing the cultivation, every move will be , all have natural power. I originally thought it was a boast, but now it seems... it is indeed true." Feng Linwen sighed.

The Fushan Holy Land is able to sit in the middle of Panwang World and become one of the Eight Holy Lands. Of course, it has its heritage. I thought Zuiyang Peak’s true power was magical enough.

Now it seems that it cannot surpass other veins and lead the way.

In contrast to the dazzling lotus flower, the sword that Fushan Patriarch faced seemed too mediocre and monotonous.

But Bai Xiaotian looked at it extremely solemnly, and even made empty gestures with his hands.

Unlike Feng Linyi, a dabbler who only knows how to use the first sword, Bai Xiaotian has a complete and complete inheritance.

Even if you can't fully understand the mysteries of Fushan Patriarch's sword skills, you can still gain a lot of insights.

"Floating life is as happy as a dream, just like the morning dew is gone and the days are bitter. This sword... looks mediocre, but in fact it is sharp and introverted, just like yesterday's broken flowers, old friends of the past, far away from floating life, we will see each other again in the future... For old friends, the friendship can only be nostalgic, silent, only the lingering waves in the heart..." Bai Xiaotian was not naive at all at this time, let alone sweet. When she really became serious, she had a kind of youthfulness that was usually covered up by her appearance, secretly exuding fragrance.

Feng Linwen understood the superficial part of Bai Xiaotian's words. As for the part about the Nine Styles of Floating Life, I can only say that I was confused and not very clear.

The sword of Fushan Patriarch was described by Bai Xiaotian as being extraordinary.

But when it met the blue lotus, it seemed that it only trembled slightly, and then it bloomed more beautifully, with infinite green light, and rolled towards the Fushan Ancestor even more crazily.

At the same time, others did not rest.

Some people are resisting the escaped prisoners, while the top experts are besieging the Fushan Ancestor.

Now that they have become enemies with Fushan Ancestor, they absolutely cannot let Fushan Ancestor leave Fushan Holy Land.

Otherwise, not only will the entire Holy Land bear the reputation of bullying teachers and destroying ancestors, but also having an enemy like Fushan Patriarch who knows the foundation of Fushan Holy Land’s practice very well, all the monks in the entire Holy Land will not be able to feel at ease.

Although it has developed over the years, the various methods of Fushan Holy Land have been deduced and improved from generation to generation, and they are no longer what they were originally. But the foundation is still there and the roots have not changed. If you are targeted, you will still feel very uncomfortable.

The woman in a fiery red robe shuttled through the sky, her body bursting with fire. She spread out her crystal palms, and fire crows shining with golden light began to rush out of her palms.

As the number of fire crows increased, the entire sky was dyed red, and the sound of crows almost broke the sky.

The woman's hands were dancing rapidly, and her long fiery red sleeves were waving like rolling red clouds.

The fire crows merged in mid-air.

Their size has not increased, but their degree of solidification is constantly changing.

From the original fiery red, it turned into orange-red, the orange-red turned into bluish-purple, and the bluish-purple finally turned into golden yellow. When all the fire crows completely condensed into one, a vivid, three-legged golden crow appeared on the spot.

This three-legged golden crow is not only real, but also has a powerful aura. It flew around the pale-faced woman twice, cried proudly, and then opened its beak.

The infinite green light that originally surrounded the Fushan Ancestor suddenly seemed to be falling into a bottomless abyss, all of which was absorbed by the Three-Legged Golden Crow.

As the cyan light was absorbed, more than half of the cyan light pattern was lost. The originally bright green lotus also seemed dim.

The man who originally released the blue lotus not only did not stop it, but instead activated his power even more. His hands danced wildly, the green lotus spun around, and the green light radiated even more violently.

"This is a combination spell! Qinglian belongs to wood, fire crow belongs to fire, wood produces fire... it's a simple interplay of the five elements, but when applied to such a high-end battle situation, its power cannot be underestimated." Feng Linwen analyzed in a low voice said.

Bai Xiaotian said: "It's not that simple! The nine postures of floating life, sword rising and floating life, cultivate an immortal will, which is inseparable from the five elements and belongs to metal. The green lotus is the coexistence of water and wood, and the three-legged golden crow actually also takes into account the elements of fire and earth. Xiang, they don't want to kill the enemy, but trap them. Using this method of the five elements' intergenerational cycle, they temporarily drag the Fushan ancestor into the rhythm of the five element cycle, and use the method of competition to consume the energy of the Fushan ancestor. "

"They are very calculating. Ancestor Fushan has just woken up, and his body is new and relatively fragile. It will definitely not be able to withstand a long battle."

While the two were talking, they saw the golden three-legged Golden Crow rushing towards Qinglian. He opened his mouth and swallowed the whole green lotus into his belly.

At the same time, it turned into golden clouds that filled the sky, covering the ancestor of Fushan.

But I heard the Fushan Ancestor flicking his sword with his long fingers and slashing Fusheng with his sword.

An ordinary sword, but it said goodbye to the past, cutting off all the bonds of the past, cold and decisive.

Wow...!

The floating clouds blow away, the golden fire disappears, and everything that happened in the previous moment is said to be goodbye at this moment, and has nothing to do with it anymore.

Bai Xiaotian looked confused: "No! No! How could it be used in this way? Aren't the Nine Styles of Fusheng not the way to realize Fusheng, wake up like a dream, and use the power of three thousand mortals to cultivate the swordsmanship of my long-lasting love?" How could it be so easy to cut off everything, enter love just to cut off love, and enter the path of ruthlessness?"