When Ning Jiujiu thrust out his last sword, the afterimages all over the sky returned to his body, and the domineering sword energy also disappeared at this moment.
They seemed to be in a dark night, and in the already extremely dark world, the Tengu suddenly swallowed the moon, so all the light disappeared, and everything visible was filled with darkness.
The knife in the black-clothed boy's hand was like dried sand, losing its stickiness and beginning to dissipate and fall.
He looked at Ning Changjiu's weird posture and wanted to laugh. But looking at the sword piercing his throat, he couldn't laugh. All he could make was a "box box box box" sound from his throat.
The young man in black was full of questions. He wanted to ask something, but Ning Jiujiu didn't give him a chance. The sword energy surged through him like lava. Countless red threads lit up in his body, and those threads seemed to be densely packed. The bloodshot veins are about to break through the skin and splash out at any time.
"Stop!" Shiwu roared, and the Dao sword broke out of the box and slashed towards the mountain guarding formation.
The golden crow pecking at the Nine Infants' Dharma Appearance began to chirp, and under its feet, the Dharma Appearance began to dissipate.
The young man in black even had the ability to shatter the void in the Purple Court Realm. He originally thought he could dodge the swords thrown by anyone here, even the Shouxiao Peak Master named Jing Yangxia.
But he was stabbed by the sword.
He couldn't understand.
I can't understand this sword, and I can't understand whether the Golden Crow... is the same one from three thousand years ago.
That divine bird back then, truly comparable to the Golden-winged Dapeng King Ming, was the god in charge of the Ten-Eyed Kingdom.
How is it possible that it is only the size of a sparrow now
The sword fire in his body exploded, and his body exploded inch by inch. He was like a torn black curtain. After the explosion, black fragments scattered like paper money.
The exploding airflow was mixed with flames, causing Ning Changjiu's white clothes to tremble and his ink hair to rise.
Ning Jiujiu turned around and looked at Lu Jianjian.
He frowned slightly, wondering if it was an illusion, but when he looked from a distance, he actually saw some tears shining in the corners of her eyes.
The moment the boy in black exploded, Shiwu's expression turned extremely cold.
Behind him, Shi Shiyi and another Taoist master raised their heads at the same time, sacrificing their Taoist swords, and behind them stood up a Dharma body dozens of feet high.
"Do you have to regret it?" Jing Yangxia slapped the wooden sheath on his waist, and the Bixiao Sword broke and hung in the center of the mountain-protecting formation.
Ning Jiujiu held his chest and coughed lightly. His body obviously lost a lot of strength and his shoulders tightened a lot.
Shiwu stared at Ning for a long time, remembering some past events, and asked: "What is the name of your sword?"
I would rather not answer for a long time.
Shi Wu apparently also heard Jing Yangxia’s exclamation earlier. He determined the origin of the sword and continued: "The second half of the Tianyu Sword Scripture... Why did your Tianzong lose it decades ago? Learned by a junior disciple?"
The second half of the Tianyu Sword Classic
The exclamation of Jing Yangxia, the leader of Shouxiao Peak, made many people confused before, but now that he was completely unambiguous, it shocked them even more.
Everyone in the peak knew that the second half of the Tianyu Sword Scripture was missing.
That was an old story many years ago, and the rumored culprit was Master Yan Zhou's uncle who imprisoned himself in the book pavilion. The leader of this generation, Hanchi Zhenren, was a true genius. If the second half of the Sword Classic had not been lost, he would have been unable to break through at the peak of Ziting for a period of sixty years.
But now a young disciple actually used the moves in the second half of the Tianyu Sword Classic
Could it be that there was another hidden reason behind the loss of the Sword Scripture
Not to mention the disciples, even the masters of the Four Peaks were puzzled. Lu Jiejiao knew that he secretly learned this swordsmanship from Yan Zhou in his sleep. Could it be that Yan Zhou imprisoned himself in the bookstore because of You can't find the sword scripture, but you have already found it, and you have been secretly concentrating on practicing swordsmanship
Thinking of this, Lu Marry thought of the old man's kind face, and felt a chill in her heart.
If it is true as she thinks, then what is Yan Zhou's plan
Ning Changjiu's thoughts were different from Lu Marion's. He felt that if Yan Zhou really stole the second half of the Tianyu Sword Book, it would be extremely difficult for the sect master to not discover it. Even if the sect master did not discover it, he would definitely hide the secret. It’s not like he can still sleep peacefully knowing that he shuttles between the Book Pavilion and the Hidden Peak every day using the small flying formation.
But if this is the case, the fact that Yan Zhou learned the sword skills in the second half of the Sword Classic cannot be explained.
Ning Jiujiu did not directly answer Shi Wu's question, but said: "What does my private matter have to do with you? If you still have the credibility of the sect leader, retreat outside the peach curtain."
Jing Yangxia was shocked by this matter, but he suppressed the shock and doubts in his heart as he faced a powerful enemy and said: "If you continue to be aggressive, the mountain-protecting sword that has not been released for a hundred years will be released today."
Shi Wudao: "I would like to see how powerful the mountain-protecting sword is without the sect master's sword."
Jing Yangxia said angrily: "Do you really want to regret it?"
Shi Wu said proudly: "Who said my disciple lost?"
Jing Yangxia said: "Are you still trying to confuse right and wrong in front of everyone?"
Shiwu sneered.
Suddenly, a dark wind blew on the sword field again.
Ning Jiujiu sighed, but the Golden Crow on his shoulder had a blazing gaze.
On the sword field, a slender black light was raised, and a figure was outlined and pieced together by many black lines. It looked like the young man in black again, but this time, his expression and appearance were more mature. A lot.
"Idiot." The boy in black cursed as he stared at the fragments of his coat on the ground.
According to legend, the Nine Infants have nine lives. As long as one head remains, the rest of the heads can repair themselves. Therefore, only by killing it nine times in one breath can it be truly killed.
This legend is half true. Jiuying does have nine lives, but the head in the middle cannot be repaired after being chopped off.
Although it can continue to survive with the other eight heads, without its real brain, not only will Jiuying's strength be greatly reduced, but the other eight will also kill each other.
Three thousand years ago, Jiuying had nine heads cut off in one breath, and the whereabouts of the most important head in the middle are still unknown.
When the Zitian Dao Sect reshaped the Nine Infants, they were afraid that it would kill each other, so they stuffed the consciousness of eight heads into the body of the boy they created.
Wait until Jiu Ying is completely put together, and then let this young man blend with Jiu Ying.
Ning Jiujiu had guessed these things, and he could even imagine that at this moment, the people from the Zitian Dao Sect had moved Jiu Ying's remains outside Liantian Town, allowing the giant python to connect with Jiu Ying.
Previously when he was in Liantian Town, he had thought about asking Lu Marian to use his sword to kill the giant python, but he gave up that idea at that time.
Firstly, the giant python is also a creature from the Purple Garden or close to the Purple Garden realm, which is extremely difficult to kill. Secondly, in Liantian Town, everything could be a painting, like the black giant python. Zhang Chengyu must have thought a lot about it. means to protect it.
The only way to really kill it is outside Liantian Town, but by then the Nine Infants have grown up, who can cut off those nine heads in a row
What was in front of them now was almost a dead end.
But he always felt that he had missed something.
He turned around and suddenly saw Ning Xiaoling looking at him steadily. Her eyes flickered, her mouth was half-opened, her face turned pale with fright, she waved her fist at him, as if she had something to tell him urgently. .
"Do you want to die again?" Ning stared at the boy in black for a long time and asked.
The boy in black condensed the black knife again. He did not look at Ning Jiujiu, but stared at the Golden Crow on his shoulder.
"Who are you?" The boy in black asked again.
Ning ignored him for a long time. After the previous sword strike, his understanding of swordsmanship deepened. He was confident at the moment that even if Jiuying exhausted his current seven lives, he would not be able to defeat him.
They fell into a confrontation again, and no one took the lead.
"What are you doing?!"
Suddenly, a furious roar came from the sword field.
Jing Yangxia took a look at the mountain-protecting formation. There were faint cracks on the formation. The cracks were so fine that they couldn't be noticed unless you looked carefully.
The laws of the Jiuying Space not only allow the formation to be treated as if it were nothing, but are even capable of destroying it directly. This is why Shiwu is truly confident.
It wasn't until this moment that they discovered that the mountain-protecting formation had been secretly being eroded by Jiuying's laws.
"Sword that protects mountains!" Jing Yangxia shouted loudly without any hesitation.
Four sword lights with different auras lit up almost at the same time.
Shiwu and the two Taoist masters also used their Taoist swords at this moment and slashed at the mountain-protecting formation.
They never intended to keep their promises.
This kind of sword fight is just children's play, how can it really influence the overall trend
The sword duel was forcibly terminated. Tu Qiong saw that the Zitian Dao Sect overturned the chessboard, and both sides showed their sharpest swords.
In the previously peaceful world, the sword light that surged up in an instant was like a snake that wanted to swallow the sky and the earth, opening its bloody mouth towards the entire four peaks.
On the four peaks, the mountain-protecting sword is condensed.
It was an extremely huge sword, hanging high on the top of the four peaks.
The blade of the sword looked like dozens of ancient giant dragons intertwined and condensed. It only had a rough sword shape and no clear edge. But as soon as it appeared, the murderous intent of the vast ancient intention seemed to rush towards it. The strong wind that has blown thousands of miles away has come all the way here.
Shiwu stared at the sword with an extremely serious expression.
It was this kind of sword that suppressed the Zitian Daomen for hundreds of years.
But now, as the sect leader of this generation, as long as he breaks this sword, he can become a truly powerful sect. From now on, the sect will have no rivals, and it is even expected to dominate Nanzhou.
His heart was surging with tension and heat.
This sword was condensed, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the young man in black.
The corners of the young man's mouth in black curled up. His body leaned back, the void cracked, and his whole body fell apart. Then, behind Shi Wu, the black door cracked, and the young man walked out, smiling and bowing: "Master, help me. .”
Beside Shi Yiyi, another Taoist master raised his head.
The Taoist Master also wore a wide dark purple robe, and her face was hidden under the hood. At this moment, she finally looked up, and everyone realized that she was actually a woman.
Shi Wu also looked at her.
"Thirteen Yuchen, are you ready?"
Her name is Shisan Yuchen, she is the only woman among the four Taoist masters, and she is also the most inconspicuous among the four Taoist masters. There are very few stories about her.
Thirteen Yuchen still didn't take off his hood, and moved his pointed chin as if he was nodding.
Then, she raised her hand, her four fingers dropped, her thumb was raised, and then her entire palm was pushed forward along her arm, suddenly opening like an umbrella.
"The way of heaven is one, and all things return to their origin."
The woman's voice sounded emotionless: "Hua Ruins."
When she finished speaking, several purple-robed Taoists following behind her immediately formed seals, surrounding Shisan Yuchen in the center. Countless purple threads were like straight electricity, intertwined and connected among them.
The young man in black smiled and said: "Sister Yuchen is so powerful. Her Tao-breaking skills are probably unparalleled in the whole of Nanzhou, right?"
Thirteen Yuchen replied emotionlessly: "Do your own thing."
The boy in black smiled faintly.
Shi Wu and Shi Shi Yi looked at each other.
They are the two strongest members of the Zitian Dao Sect, but they could not defeat Master Hanchi even if they joined forces before. But now that the Tian Sect is leaderless, what do they have to fear
The two Dao swords met in the air and emitted a light that was not weaker than the Tianzong Mountain Guard sword.
The two giant swords faced each other and locked with each other, like two huge clouds slowly approaching and colliding.
The young man in black did not look at the sword, but instead focused on the sword field.
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he shouted in surprise: "Where are the people?"
Ning disappeared for a long time.
At this moment, the four immortal swords of Tianzong gathered together to form the mountain-protecting sword, and the two strongest men of Zitian Dao Sect also greeted each other with Dao swords. The Taoist master Shisan Yuchen, together with the young man in black, moved the mountain-protecting formation and commanded At the critical moment of Jiantian Sect's life and death, everyone was extremely nervous and didn't pay much attention to Ning Jiujiu.
"Where are you going?" Lu Marian noticed him, but she was controlling the fairy sword Minglan at the moment and couldn't get away.
Ning Changjiu said: "I'm going to see Yan Zhou."
Lu Marian said nervously: "Why did you see him? He secretly kept the sword scripture and had evil intentions. If he knew that you also practiced that sword, he would kill you and silence him."
Ning took a long look at the crumbling mountain-protecting formation and simply said, "Believe me."
Ning Xiaoling also ran over and said anxiously: "Senior brother! I... I remembered something."
Ning Changjiu walked toward Neifeng and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "Before... During the sword test meeting in early spring, some pictures suddenly appeared in my mind. Then you asked me if I remembered anything. I remembered it that night, but when I went to find you, you were not there. I just kept forgetting…”
Ning Jiujiu frowned.
In this world, it is difficult to truly erase a person's memory. After the huge outline is outlined, the dusty details will be peeled off inextricably.
Ning Xiaoling's simple words made him feel a little headache, and then he saw the outline shrouded in gray mist.
"What did you remember?" Ning asked for a long time.
Ning Xiaoling said: "Snake! There is a big snake's bones wrapped around the dragon pillar, there are many lamps, and objects all over the ground... It seems, there seems to be a person!"
Ning Changjiu paused slightly and closed his eyes. Countless images rushed into his mind. Those images were like vague nightmares. Through the heavy gray and black fog, their true nature was revealed bit by bit in the blurred lights. Allow.
At the bottom of the Tiancao Peak... there are lamp posts, holy vessels contaminated by evil, white-bone snakes, and stone statues of old men.
Following a line, these hidden memories were uprooted.
Ning Jiujiu finally understood why he was so sure before that the big snake in Liantian Town was one of Jiuying's heads, because his subconscious was telling him that the real snake was somewhere else - its bones were at the bottom of the Tianku Peak.
But who is that old man? Why would he tamper with his memory
Gravekeeper…
What's the use of the snake's bones
Ning Jiujiu couldn't figure it out for the time being. There were more urgent things waiting for him.
"Junior sister, thank you." Ning Jiujiu said: "If I don't come back, remember to send the Magic Snow Lotus to the Imperial City to Zhao Xiang'er."
"Ah... Senior brother, what are you going to do?" Ning Xiaoling grabbed his sleeve and refused to let him go.
Ning Jiujiu rubbed her head.
Many dots of spiritual light lit up around him. He opened Ning Xiaoling's fingers one by one, then drew the small flying formation backwards, and found the location of the book in the bookcase. His body sank, and his hands The spaces everywhere overlapped, and Ning Jiujiu's figure disappeared on the peak and appeared in the book pavilion.
Ning Xiaoling looked in front of the empty bed, remembered what her senior brother had just said, and wiped her eyes. She knew that her senior brother had gone to the book pavilion and wanted to chase him, but she bit her arm and let go with pain. Calming herself down, she told herself that she could no longer cause trouble to her senior brother. The bad guys outside were coming, and she would work with her master to drive them away.
…
"What are you doing here?" Yan Zhou raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
Ning Changjiu said: "The Yujian Tianzong is in danger, senior, do you want to sit back and ignore it?"
Yan Zhou said in an old voice: "I'm just an old man looking at the library. If they want to step into this place, I will kill them immediately."
Ning Changjiu said: "Senior has been imprisoned in the bookstore for so many years, it's time to come to an end."
Yan Zhou said: "I once made a blood oath that I would never leave the book pavilion if I can't find the sword scripture."
Ning closed his eyes for a long time, was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Senior, you should have died a long time ago."
"What did you say?" Yan Zhou frowned.
Ning Jiujiu said: "On the first day I came to the bookstore, I felt that your state was very wrong, as if you were going to die at any time."
Yan Zhou smiled and said: "The old man is like this. Once he goes to sleep, he doesn't know whether he will wake up tomorrow... Yes, I am going to die."
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said, "But you have been alive for so many years."
Yan Zhou said: "You can still live two hundred years in the Longevity Realm. What's so strange about living for hundreds of years in the Purple Garden Realm? When the Sword Sutra was stolen, I was injured by the Sword Sutra. If not for this, I wouldn't be so old now." …”
Ning Jiujiu sighed and said: "The Heavenly Mandate Sword Sutra is a sword sutra that will kill with one move. It will not hurt you, it will only kill you."
Yan Zhou closed his sleeves with his hands, and his breath gradually became calmer: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Ning stared into his eyes for a long time and asked, "Is the person alive today really the great-uncle of Master Yan Zhou?"
"What did you say?"
The old man's pupils suddenly dilated.
…
"All things have animism, especially the Sword Scripture, which is a divine object." Ning Jiujiu speculated on what happened that year: "Many years ago, the Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture gave birth to a weapon spirit, and the weapon spirit is like all life in the world. It longs for freedom, and the first thing it has to do to gain freedom is to break the prison in front of it. So he bewitched the nearest guardian, which is you, my uncle."
"You were deceived by the weapon spirit of the Sword Scripture and released it... But the sect master arrived quickly. The weapon spirit did not want to be sealed anymore, but it also sensed that it could not become a truly free person, and its existence must Relying on the existence of artifacts." Ning Jiujiu spoke quickly but clearly.
He stared into Yan Zhou's eyes and continued: "So it thought of a way, parasitism. It penetrated the Tianyu Sword Sutra into your body and made you a parasitic vessel. So you were injured at that time... In fact, this is not because the weapon spirit wants to hurt you and escape, but to directly polish your body into a shape that it can accommodate."
"Later, the sect master arrived and saw that you were seriously injured, and learned about Jian Jing's escape from your mouth." Ning Jiujiu said: "Actually, Jian Jing took possession of you, and the injuries Jian Jing caused to you were enough to You die... but once you die, it will be exposed, so it has been killing you all these years."
Yan Zhou listened to his words, and his dilated pupils gradually condensed into shape again: "How... how is it possible?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "The Sword Sutra has always been hidden in your body, so you can feel its existence, but you can't find it in the library. It has always been hidden at the back of your consciousness. Uncle Master, in a sense , you are the Jian Jing..."
Yan Zhou asked: "Then... what does it want to do?"
Ning Jiujiu gave the answer: "Looking for the next body that can be parasitized."
Yan Zhou's face turned pale, as if he had aged a bit.
Ning Jiujiu explained: "Back then, he forcibly opened up your body as a container and almost killed you directly. But if you were like this, others would certainly not be able to bear it... So it has been looking for someone, and finally, it chose me. In its eyes, I am the only one who has any hope of learning the Sword Scripture."
Ning Jiujiu thought of the scene of Yan Zhou practicing swordsmanship in his dream, and said: "It deliberately pretended to be sleepwalking with these sword moves, just to let me learn it. After I learn the sword scripture, it can parasitize me and leave the oracle." Sword Tianzong, and then eat away at my consciousness bit by bit, becoming a real 'human being'."
"Nan Cheng also told me that he had seen me practicing swordplay in my dream." Yan Zhou suddenly said.
Ning Jiujiu was stunned and understood why Yan Zhou chose Nan Cheng and asked him to go to Hidden Peak for retreat, and why Nan Cheng practiced the sword body forcefully... That should also be the bewitchment of the Sword Sutra. If Nan Cheng mastered the sword body, Maybe he has the qualifications to practice the Sword Sutra and become a container for it to escape outside.
He wanted to see a miracle in Nan Cheng, but Nan Cheng practiced his sword skills so hard that he almost died because of it.
"After waiting for so many years, you finally found me." Ning Changjiu's voice was filled with sadness: "Are you happy?"
Yan Zhou also wanted to understand a lot of things. He stood up slowly, looked at his body, and put his hand on his chest, as if he was going to dig into the flesh and blood like a shovel to dig out the soul hidden deep in his body.
"It turns out... that's it." Yan Zhou laughed slowly: "Losing the Sword Scripture is something I feel ashamed of in my life... It turns out that the authorities are a fan."
Ning looked at him quietly for a long time, waiting for an answer.
"You are very smart." After a long time, Yan Zhou raised his head again. At this moment, his voice had changed and became childish. He could not even tell the gender: "It seems that I didn't make a mistake."
Ning looked at him for a long time and knew that the spirit of the weapon had reversed its consciousness and occupied Yan Zhou.
'Yan Zhou' said: "You want this old man to give you a sword now, but I can kill him at any time."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Tell me your conditions."
'Yan Zhou' said: "I don't want to go back to that cage anymore. I can help you draw the sword today, but you have to let me enter your body and then take me away, okay?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I promise you."
'Yan Zhou' said coldly: "Don't even think about cheating. Learn the remaining six moves in front of me. By then you won't be able to run away even if you want."
Ning Jiujiu smiled. If it weren't for the delay in refining Lu Jiumou's body, he might have finished learning the Sword Classics long ago. If so, Yan Zhou would have died unknowingly, and his body would have also Unknowingly, there is another parasite.
Even he felt slightly scared.
Ning Jiujiu wrote down these six moves, and then said: "I want to ask Master Yan Zhou's opinion."
He replied: "What does this old man's opinion count for? If it weren't for me, he would be dead long ago."
Ning looked at him stubbornly for a long time.
Qi Ling sighed, and his consciousness sank. Yan Zhou woke up leisurely, looking as if he couldn't even lift a cane. He knew what Qi Ling and Ning Jiujiu had said before. The old man laughed with relief: "Lost How ridiculous it is to be a puppet in the game for decades and not realize it... Now that I have heard the truth, there is no harm in dying... "
Ning Jiujiu bowed deeply and said: "Master, uncle, great righteousness."
The old man laughed wildly and burst into tears.
In the Tianku Peak, the sword energy suddenly rose three hundred feet.