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When Shen Lian entered the Hall of Killing Life with the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, he suddenly frowned. The lights were still on, and Qian Mo and Xiao Xun closed their eyes peacefully, as if there was nothing wrong.
But he always felt that something was wrong. The cold murderous intention of the blood-transforming magic sword in his hand impacted his soul, but could not shake his Taoist heart at all. The "Yuan" character in the temple was supposed to be placed where the statue of the god was enshrined. I can't see any issues with the location.
Shen Lian was suddenly shocked and found that the Taixu Divine Energy in his body was rapidly decreasing, and his whole body could no longer feel the vitality that existed between heaven and earth. This place became like a desert of vitality.
The blood-transforming magic sword gave off a clear light, and suddenly flew away from his hand, turning into a stream of blood, flying like a spiritual snake, and soon reached the word "Yuan", pouring into every stroke of the word "Yuan", Just like the word 'Yuan', every stroke is a groove, with blood flowing inside and full of magic.
At this time, someone said quietly: "Master Yuanqing, please give me your dharma." The voice was vague, empty, and even a little sad.
The bloody word "Yuan" has no unnecessary response except the blood flowing inside.
On the other side, Shen Lian's eyes were fixed three feet away. There stood a delicate and handsome young man. He was none other than him. He looked very similar to him, but he was only wearing blood-red Taoist robes. His energy was slim and empty.
When he looked at this young man who looked like a twin to him, the other boy also looked at him with clear eyes, and he could see Shen Lian's own reflection in his eyes.
Shen Lian showed no emotion or anger on his face, his eyes were calm, and no one knew what was going on in his heart.
The young man in blood-clothed clothes who looked like him smiled slightly and said: "It's great to be young. It's always full of infinite possibilities. Your vitality is really intoxicating."
The blood-clothed boy looked at Shen Lian with an expression as if he was seeing a favorite toy. His expressions were really rich, and just the eyes, the corners of his mouth, and the subtle changes in his face could convey a lot of information.
Generally speaking, monks are very peaceful in their hearts and seldom make drastic changes in their expressions. Only with inner peace can you control your body's energy and be free from external interference.
"The book says that taking it without telling me is stealing. You secretly took part of my mana, which is already considered stealing." Shen Lian said lightly, without much anger, as if he was just recounting a fact. .
The boy in blood clothes clapped his hands and said leisurely: "I just took it, what do you do to me." After saying that, he pointed to the word 'Yuan' with blood flowing between the strokes, and continued: "I want to connect Yuan Qing Take away the law's will with you."
Shen Lian looked at the blood-clothed boy quietly. No matter how elusive the other party was, as long as he took action, there would be traces. Even though the vitality of this area of heaven and earth has been isolated, his own spiritual power is still there. When casting a spell, it is impossible not to lose his spiritual power. force.
Although the other party somehow stole part of his Taixu spirit, he discovered it early and did not let the other party completely succeed.
The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword seems to be the key, and this pair of Yuan characters indeed retains the legal meaning that Chen Jianmei obtained from the 'Yuanqing Patriarch'. Shen Lian even thought of one thing. , can be extracted and kept in the words, which can be regarded as "acquiring the method and discarding the method", indicating that Chen Jianmei is probably just learning from it, and he himself may have embarked on his own path. If the speculation is true, then Chen Jianmei's realm was higher than he imagined.
He was thinking about things that had nothing to do with the danger in front of him, but the boy in blood did not move at all.
Shen Lian was a little disappointed. He let his thoughts flow naturally, just to give the boy in blood a chance. When he couldn't grasp the opponent at all, he hoped to stop quietly.
The blood-clothed young man smiled and said: "You are really outstanding. If it were Ge Yuan and Hong Qianya, I would have captured them by now. Vajra and Prajna are equally important. Some people don't understand this all their lives, so they will sink in it forever. In this cage of heaven and earth."
Vajra and Prajna are Buddhist terms. Shen Lian can understand the meaning of the blood-clothed boy. Vajra refers to the indestructible nature, and Prajna is the ultimate wisdom. It has an indestructible nature. As a sword of supreme wisdom, it can cut off the path of seeking the truth. All obstacles, finally escape from the sea of suffering and realize the supreme path and fruit.
These principles are commonly found in Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures, but only a few other than the Taoist Lord Buddha can actually implement them.
Shen Lian was not impressed by the other party's mystical theory, but he felt more and more scary about the boy in blood clothes, because either the other party could grasp his thoughts and his temperament, or he had even the most secret thoughts in his heart. The way to know is just like the blood-clothed boy can steal his Taixu spirit silently.
Otherwise, his previous purpose would not have been discovered, and he would have been able to tell it straight away, with a sharp sentence, intending to bury his terrifying image in his heart and take the initiative.
When Shen Lian thought about this, he finally felt relieved and smiled slightly: "I also heard a saying that if your fist can do something, you don't need to use your brain. No matter how mysterious and unpredictable you are, you can't easily defeat me. Otherwise, why not take action?”
When he said this, Shen Lian really used his fists.
The bloody 'Yuan' character seemed to have eyes, and it looked quietly at the two similar people in the hall, holding hands.
A light blue robe, when moved, is like a blue phantom, always a bit misty and illusory. The other one was like a bloody horse, leaving layers of blood shadows in the hall.
The blood-clothed boy was not very fast, but the changes in rhythm and speed were extremely difficult for Shen Lian to catch.
It was as if the other party was no longer flesh and blood, but truly a shadow.
For normal practitioners, there will always be a slight pause when the speed changes. From extremely fast to extremely slow, it will put a burden on the body. This pause is a buffer.
Even though Shen Lian controlled his magic power and was meticulous, and his body was washed in the Youhe River for more than ten years, he still couldn't avoid this, but his pause was shorter and the burden his body could bear was greater.
The main hall of the Temple of Killing Life is not small, but it is only a few thousand feet in space. For the tyrannical monks, it is the distance between breaths.
The blue phantom and the bloody phantom were chasing each other, but they never got close to each other, but Shen Lian still followed the blood-clothed boy in an orderly manner, letting him change in all kinds of ways, and stayed with him to the end, not caring about the burden on his body.
His magic power circulates endlessly in the meridians and various acupoints in the body, just like the rolling Milky Way, without knowing where to rest, washing the meridians and acupoints. Some black blood stains are gradually squeezed out of Shen Lian's body, and then at high speed, little sparks are generated. , and finally dissipated into clouds.
The faster he moves, the more brisk he becomes. It is precisely because of the reduction of Taixu spirit energy in his body that he can not be overwhelmed by the operation of this extremely powerful magic power.
The vast clouds and mist are condensed but not dispersed, like smoke and dust, and the blood-colored afterimages. Even if there is no dust attached, they are gradually not as flexible as before.
Suddenly, the boy in blood-clothed clothes paused. The sky was full of clouds and mist, and suddenly it became a whirlpool. At the center was the boy in blood-clothed clothes. It only happened in the blink of an eye. Shen Lian did not attack rashly. Eight streaks of different colors appeared around him. Cai Lian is like having eight more tentacles, swaying unsteadily.
The blood-clothed young man's Qi was much deeper, and it seemed that his magic power was much stronger, but his face was not as calm as before. Looking at Shen Lian, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he said lightly: "I can do Taixu Divine Strategy, too. "
The bloody clothes vibrated, and suddenly the same eight-color sword energy appeared, the awe of the sky, the calmness of the earth, the agitation of the wind, the extinction of thunder, and so on, and they were not inferior to Shen Lian in the slightest.
The eight-color sword energy suddenly slashed towards Shen Lian, like smoke and silk, as fast as eight lightning bolts. Although Shen Lian used his own blood and dirt to disperse into clouds, forcing the blood-clothed boy to finally no longer be tangible and insubstantial, it was only when he faced the other party's domineering and fierce offensive that he truly felt how unpredictable this person was.
The other party's Taixu Eight Qi was more skillful than his in controlling it. It was as fast as lightning and kept strangled towards him. He could even feel that the eight qi of Taixu were no different from the magic power on his body. Because of this, it made him particularly difficult to defend against.
With each impact, his mana is weakened by one level, and at the same time, the opponent's mana becomes stronger.
Shen Lian clearly sensed the other party's mana that was constantly attacking him, and the demonic nature inside quietly stirred his heart.
Looking at Shen Lian as if he were a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, the blood-clothed young man's lips curled up slightly, as if he was finally getting a desired toy.
The blood-clothed boy approached step by step and walked straight towards Shen Lian.
When he was five feet away, Shen Lian suddenly showed a faint smile, and a black-yellow wooden sword came out across the air, stabbing towards the blood-clothed boy. The blood-clothed boy raised his delicate eyebrows like Shen Lian, and stretched out With one finger, the bloody light suddenly appeared, and he suddenly stopped the black-yellow wooden sword.
But at this time, a wisp of flame suddenly appeared on the tip of the wooden sword, green and yellow in color, with an endless awe-inspiring meaning. The bloody light melted and disintegrated as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and then burned on the blood-clothed young man.
In the flames, the blood-clothed boy said coldly "merit fire", and then he was attacked by the fire and turned into a bloody aura, which was about to hit Shen Lian in shock.
Shen Lian knew that merit can restrain evil spirits, and the Nirvana Fire can also ward off evil spirits. He should have some restraint on this mysterious and sudden appearance of the blood-clothed boy. After all, he looked like a demon, otherwise why would he look like him? The only thing he didn't expect was that it could swallow up his magic power. Even so, the opponent was still not completely destroyed. This bloody spiritual light broke out from the flames and hit his eyebrows, ignoring all obstacles.
At this time, Youran let out a clear cry, and a burst of strange energy blocked the bloody aura in front of Shen Lian when it was about to reach the center of Shen Lian's eyebrows. As soon as the blood light hit him, it bounced out and swept out of the hall, seeming to be frightened away.
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