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The moon was high in the sky outside, and the lights in the palace were bright. Shen Lian was sweating all over his body, and he sat slumped on the ground. Qian Mo glanced at Shen Lian lazily, and continued to close his eyes, as if he was very tired.
Shen Lian couldn't help but smile bitterly. He didn't expect to be saved by this demon bird today. If he hadn't picked up the unpredictable Qian Mo, something big might have happened today. Seriously, every drink and peck has a cause and effect.
In fact, he had done a good enough job, but he didn't expect that the young man in blood just knew him so well that he didn't have the slightest advantage.
Shen Lian didn't believe that the blood-clothed boy was the spirit inside the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. Moreover, from what he said before, "You are really outstanding. If it were Ge Yuan and Hong Qianya, I'm afraid I would have captured them by now." , obviously very familiar with Qingxuan, and his attitude was like a teacher coming to appraise the two elders.
It's just that the appearance of the boy in blood clothes directly took away part of Shen Lian's mana, which was inseparable from Shen Lian's own problems.
Suffering from fatigue, his spiritual consciousness swept through his body, but he found nothing, nothing unusual was found. Shen Lian knew that the boy in blood could never steal his magic power for no reason. There must be some hook, but he couldn't find it. It could only explain the other party's methods. , secret and mysterious, it is not something he can break.
Shen Lian waved his hand and closed the door. The lights were extinguished, and the hall fell into darkness. Only the character 'Yuan' glowed dimly, giving the dark hall a blood-red atmosphere.
After sitting in meditation for a night, Shen Lian's magic power was naturally not fully recovered yet, and his mental outlook was completely different. It could be said that it was brand new. However, he noticed that his spiritual platform was not as clear as before, as if his heart was stained with dust like a mirror.
Looking at the word 'Yuan' again, the blood in it has subsided a lot, but the whole word 'Yuan' seems to be full of vitality, alive, and seems to jump out of the paper.
Shen Lian's body was like a light smoke, and when he reached the word 'Yuan', he stretched out his hand to touch the strokes on it. His whole body felt like a basin of cold water was poured on him, making his whole body tremble from head to toe.
His mind entered a strange place, as if he had entered a dark and deep world. Somewhere, a sea of blood was surging, and a long sword lay quietly under the sea. It was ancient and gloomy. The pictures in front of him were passing quickly, and Shen Lian couldn't see it. After knowing what happened, I finally heard the cry of a baby. It was in a certain village. Most of the people inside were wearing tiger skins. The baby gradually grew up, and the strong elders around him gradually began to grow up. Becoming old and unable to fight with tigers and leopards.
The baby became a teenager and started hunting for the first time. However, for the first time, he encountered an extremely powerful black bear and injured several hunters. Two teenagers of about the same age were even slapped by the bear's paw. This was all He's a great playmate.
He asked his elders where his companions had gone. That was the first time he directly understood the meaning of death.
He didn't want to die and hated this feeling. The world is infinitely vast. The young man heard from the eldest elder in the village that there are three kinds of people in the world who will not die, namely immortals, Buddhas, and saints. They are not subject to reincarnation, but these people are hidden in famous mountains and rivers and are rarely seen.
The young man wanted to be that kind of person, so he left the mountain village where he was born and raised early one morning to look for the sacred immortals and Buddhas hiding in famous mountains and rivers.
The picture flashed by again, and Shen Lian saw Qingxuan Mountain. The ethereal Qingxuan Mountain seemed to have not changed for countless years. A Taoist with carefree shoes on his feet, a star crown on his head, and clear features, stood in the void. With one finger, wisps of green light flew towards the main peak Taiyi, and a palace gradually grew on it. It was the 'Qingxuan Palace', the place where the headmaster had not left for many years.
The Taoist was the Patriarch Yuan Qing, and Shen Lian also understood that the young man was also the Patriarch Yuan Qing, and even the predecessor of the Patriarch Yuan Qing was the sword hidden in the sea of blood.
When he understood this, the word "Yuan" flew out of the paper and was printed on the back of his right hand. The bloody word "Yuan" gradually disappeared and turned into an indescribable sword intention.
The sword intention is full of life and can kill everything with life characteristics in the world. As it flows and swims from his body, a trace of the resentful spirit that is difficult to detect suddenly appears, and is then crushed by the sword intention. Leave traces. That was the resentment that remained on Xiao Shiyi after his death. Shen Lian suddenly understood that this trace of resentment was the introduction to the methods used by the blood-clothed boy before.
As long as someone kills someone, there will be karma, and there will be resentment before death attached to the person who killed him. Some people will use these resentments to increase their own power, just like when a tiger kills a person, the person turns into a corpse after death. Ghost, let it enslave you. Some people need to use various means to eliminate these grievances so as not to hinder their practice.
In fact, few Taoist masters are willing to kill excessively. After all, these living beings' resentment can be called evil obstacles. For monks, a few evil obstacles can be kicked away, but if there are too many, they will become evil obstacles. Obstacles that cannot be ignored, unless the technique is special and will not be affected, finding other means to eliminate them will not be worth the time and effort.
Chen Jianmei's ability to kill so heavily and not be affected may be related to the fact that he himself has realized similar sword intent, and can kill these creatures together with their resentment.
When this trace of resentment was removed, Shen Lian felt relieved. He felt even more that the blood-clothed young man was so miraculous that he could use the resentment of living beings to invade his body and borrow his magic power to defeat him.
Of course, the person Shen Lian killed must have been tricked by the blood-clothed boy in advance. Just after his death, the resentment of the living beings, along with the blood-clothed boy's will, sneaked into Shen Lian's body, making him unable to notice it for a moment.
Everything that happens cannot happen out of thin air. Understanding this, Shen Lian has some confidence in his heart, but he just doesn't understand why that person did this.
At the same time, Shen Lian was puzzled that the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword could actually be related to the sword intention of the Yuanqing Patriarch. It was obviously the essence of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, which activated the magic intention, transformed the sword intention, and finally became easier. Got Shen Lian.
Chen Jianmei should have left this Dharma intention to Shen Lian, or anyone who came from Qingxuan that day. Shen Lian was not sure whether Chen Jianmei had anticipated today's situation or did it at will.
The gate slowly opened. Qian Mo waved his wings gently, causing airflow to open the gate.
The snow is flying and the mountains are cold, it is truly a place of Taoist purity.
Shen Lian saw Xiao Xun flying out to look for food. He was indeed an early bird, looking for food for other birds.
He seemed to have consumed a lot of Qian Mo last night. Even when he woke up, he looked sickly, leaning on the threshold, listless.
Although Shen Lian's own magic power has not been fully recovered, it does not look like it has bottomed out. He waved his hand and a stream of Taixu energy fell in front of Qian Mo. Then the man finally showed a bit of excitement, opened his mouth, and sucked it into his mouth. , showing a satisfied look.
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