Yun Qing appeared three feet away from her in the blink of an eye, and the corner of the Taoist robe lifted by the wind just passed the direction of Han Hui's sword light.
She smiled gently: "No time, it's not time for you and me to draw our swords."
Zhu Wuxia's expression was serious, the cold gray in his hand was dark and dull, and the endless death radiated from the sword: "Zizai Tianmo, he turns into a happy sky!"
At the same time that he descended into the world in the form of a great free sky, a black sun suddenly rose in Yun Qing's hands. The brilliant flames covered the sky, and the Great Sun Pure Land clinging to him turned into a great free sky and covered it. For a moment, the sky and the earth turned pale, the River of Forgetfulness stagnated, and the turbulence of the waterfall turned into a sea of flames.
Zhu Wuxia stood with her sword in her hand, her long hair flying, she laughed loudly, "It's not your turn to tell me when I draw the sword!"
Dainichi Pure Land and Hua Letian fell into a stalemate for a while, Yun Qing stood still, and Zhu Wuxia was ready to go.
"Then what about the guidance of the sage of the devil?" Yun Qing's figure was submerged in the sea of flames, but his voice came through the sound of explosions, "He has not shown up to stop me so far, and you should understand what he means."
Zhu Wuxia moved forward with her sword, crushing the void with every step, and there was only a dark void behind her: "I know he is counting chess moves, you are counting chips, and the gods a hundred thousand years ago were the same. But after so many years of calculation with Tiandao, you have not even made any progress, which is really disappointing. If you can't do it, tell me earlier, and I can take my place!"
Yun Qing made a formula in his hand, a huge monster writhed and squirmed in the sea of fire, and the bodies of the nine-headed snakes condensed and formed little by little. The nine-headed panna are different from the previous virtual images. They are flesh and blood, and they are real ancient monsters. The stench spread along with the raging fire, and the monster walked in the cover of the black flames, dancing nine songs in unison, forcing Zhu Wuxia to go.
After hearing Zhu Wuxia's words, Yun Qing sighed regretfully: "The sage of the devil must be disappointed too, the child he loves so much..."
Zhu Wuxia's expression was calm, and Han Hui picked up a gentle wind: "Millions of dry bones, thousands of miles of cold ashes!"
The gray sword body was gently brushed by the gentle wind, and the outermost layer peeled off like an eggshell, and the soft and fragile ashes scattered to the sky. The surrounding area fell silent, and the sound of falling snow was very clear. After a while, the surface of the water began to be covered with ashes. These ashes are permeated with the silent intention of death, making people in it feel that life is hopeless, and the desire for death unknowingly invades the soul.
"I respect Lord Saint, but this does not mean that I have to pay my life for every decision he makes. The life of Wuxia is free from delusions of demons, just like Huang Quan a hundred thousand years ago. After death, it also turns into a river of forgetfulness, flowing endlessly." Zhu Wuxia's shoulders were covered with gray embers, and she took a deep look at Yun Qing, "I don't know if you, who are now firmly in the underworld, have such awareness? ?”
Yun Qing's figure was still indistinct, she mocked lightly: "The incident is not over, now I'm thinking about the afterlife, should I say you are noble...or arrogant?"
In Zhu Wuxia's hands, the sword tricks are endless, and her He Hua Da Zi Zai Tian and the Great Sun Pure Land are at odds, but if they can't completely break through the Great Sun Pure Land, then there is no way to touch the underworld hidden in it. The Great Sun Pure Land is not without flaws, Zhu Wuxia covered it with thousands of miles of cold ash, sooner or later it will not be able to hold on.
Both of them are in the same way, and the inheritance they have learned is also very similar, so they can only grind it down slowly until one of them makes a mistake.
"You don't dare to answer." Zhu Wuxia looked stern, with a cold look in his eyes, "This is the reason why I am dissatisfied with you. No matter what the Lord Saint does, he is always concerned with this Taoism, what about you?"
Yun Qing sighed slightly: "Whatever you say, there is a reason for the sage of the Demon Dao to rest assured and leave this matter to me. If you follow the trend, you will be able to retreat completely, and he will not ask you to be with this sect. Survival."
The Great Sun Pure Land she was in was severely suppressed by the cold ash, and now he Hua Letian had pushed the great Sun Heitian zhenqi into the narrow gap, leaving almost no room to breathe. But the black sun still hangs high in the sky, and under the black light, every inch of land is as solid as gold.
"You're always like this." Zhu Wuxia laughed suddenly, not knowing why the laughter sounded a bit sad, "I don't explain anything, I do everything arbitrarily, and I think everything is justified."
Yun Qing said indifferently: "The facts are so, there is no need to explain. Every move has its own reason. Now that the inside story is being revealed openly, isn't it clear that the chess moves are completely clear?"
As soon as her words fell, the sun disc in the sky glowed with a strange light, and nine coiled snakes circled up, closely fitting the sun disc. The round of black scorching sun merged with the nine-headed snake, and a snake-like flame appeared on the edge of the scorching sun. The flame swayed and twisted like a living thing, devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and firmly imprinting the breath of magic into the big world.
Zhu Wuxia felt that there was a change in the Great Sun Pure Land, and the cold ash in his hand disappeared in an instant. This thin long sword was hidden in thousands of flying ash, and every ray of sword light was dim, and there was no trace to be found. .
"you… "
Zhu Wuxia was about to say something when Yun Qing suddenly took out a simple and exquisite ancient mirror from her sleeve. The edge of the mirror is made of finely polished monster bones, with ancient grass and tree totems painted on it. The mirror surface is smooth and cold, exuding an obscure and deep breath. Yun Qing turned the mirror over, and the mirror turned to herself, and Aman in the mirror grinned at her.
"You see, the sages of the magic path are always willing to give you a chance."
Yun Qing threw the mirror into the air, and her figure disappeared like a broken moon in the water, and the majestic god with wings on her back instantly appeared at the place where she was originally standing.
Zhu Wuxia's heart tightened slightly, because at that moment just now, she didn't notice Yun Qing's departure at all.
Yun Qing's use of One Life and Two Lives is already proficient. Amang has the same aura as hers, and their fates are connected. If Amang appeared in the exact same position at the same time as she disappeared, it would be difficult for Zhu Wuxia to notice. Zhu Wuxia also saw Yun Qing's purpose at this time, she did not intend to fight head-on, so she directly fixed the Great Sun Pure Land firmly in the Great World, and then replaced herself with Aman to escape.
Zhu Wuxia withdrew the cold gray sword and was about to chase after Yunqing, but at this moment Aman let out a deafening roar.
Invisible fluctuations spread around him, and that obscure Tao approached Zhu Wuxia menacingly. This made Zhu Wuxia have to bend over to deal with it. At this time, Lie Yan had already entered the black sun in the sky, and the situation in the Great Sun Pure Land could be seen more clearly.
At this moment, Amang was almost completely out of human form, his face was covered by fine blue feathers, the color of ever-growing vegetation appeared in his eyes, and his throat hummed like the sound of a bird. His legs turned into claws off the ground, and his arms turned into broad and strong wings. Every time he flapped his wings, trees rose from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a dense forest surrounded him.
Zhu Wuxia noticed that there were thin vines growing behind his ears, and the vines were coiled and connected to the entire dense forest. He and these trees were one with each other, without any flaws at all.
"Oriental Jumang..."
According to legend, the god of wood, who is in charge of the growth of trees, mostly appears in spring.
Zhu Wuxia's understanding of this kind of god is really very limited. She concentrates on feeling the atmosphere around her, but it is still obscure. Yes, since the gods lost their way, their power disappeared from this world. When something that shouldn't exist reappears, the Tao of Heaven cannot explain the rules contained in it. Even the Dao of Heaven cannot be explained, so it is even more difficult for practitioners who use Dao Seeds to peek into the Dao of Heaven to touch the truth.
Jumang's expression was serene, his arms were open, and Zhu Wuxia saw that his fingertips gradually grew branches, and the branches drooped and turned into towering trees. These dense forests are completely connected, and every branch of trees is connected with Jumang's body. She is trapped in it, with no passages up and down.
There is spring in Jumang's blood, every time the heart beats, young shoots sprout, and every time you breathe out, hibiscus trees grow.
This is the power of God, which is completely different from the current ascetics who recite mantras and pinch formulas. They make themselves part of the rules.
Zhu Wuxia took a deep breath, the cold gray light was completely suppressed, as inconspicuous as a poker, and the gray dead energy escaped towards the dense forest that trapped her. She understood why Yun Qing trapped her here, as she said before she left, the sages of the demonic way are always reluctant to let her fall.
She is the most powerful pawn in the Wudao Demon Realm, and the sage of the Demon Dao is willing to give her this privilege in the case of slaughtering the whole family.
Zhu Wuxia didn't know why the saints always had such inexplicable self-confidence, as if everyone was happy to accept what they bestowed.
"Lord Saint!" She called out from the bottom of her heart, but the Saint who had been connected with her mind did not respond.
The cold ash moved forward inch by inch, and the dense forest was broken, but denser trees rose from the ground in a blink of an eye.
"Lord Saint!" She shouted again in a deep voice, "You can hear that, right?"
Gou Mang seemed to be asleep, his expression looked quite peaceful, and there was a divinity that he had never seen before on that silly face. The dense forest grows at a frighteningly fast rate, as if the spring that has been silent for a hundred thousand years has all erupted at this moment.
Zhu Wuxia waved the long sword in her hand almost numbly, and slashed at the trees that could not be seen. She shouted: "Lord Saint! Wuxia does not ask for a way to survive, but only an explanation! Do you want to fight for war? Why did you promise to bless this orthodoxy, but let us kill each other!?"
Outside this lush forest, Yunqing's big sun and black sky demon flames covered every inch of the Shattered Heavenly Demon Sect, and the scorched earth and corpses covered this loyal and powerful sect.
She stood in the air, overlooking this messy land, and sighed softly: "Kill what you love, destroy what you love... This is the sorrow of a saint."