Shen Lian thought in his mind that the other party seemed to recognize the two sword intentions he had obtained from Patriarch Yuan Qing and Ye Liuyun. Are Yuantu and Abi the true origins of the two sword intents? He remembered the Shura Blood Sea he saw when Patriarch Yuanqing's sword intent descended on him. Maybe he had to find time to enter the Shura Blood Sea again and see the so-called Shura Clan. .
"Do you really want to leave now?" Shen Lian did not answer yes or no, but just one sentence revealed Ming Luo's thoughts at this time.
Ming Luo tightened his grip on the magic knife. The magic knife was as black as ink, but his hands were very white. His whole body was like a deep mountain, and his face was as calm as ever.
He said calmly: "So what?"
When the knife is there and the people are there, there are endless possibilities. Even though Shen Lian is extremely powerful, he, Ming Luo, would not hesitate to fight. Moreover, if he could get out of Shen Lian's spiritual world that confuses truth and falsehood today, he could truly control his demonic nature, get rid of the shackles of the magic knife, and transform his demonic nature into Divinity, returning from the devil, touches the realm of heaven and man.
The demonic nature of the magic knife in Ming Luo's hand was also stimulated. It was like a rushing river, which could not be contained. At the same time, it produced a subtle tremor, which then drove Ming Luo and combined the two into one body. The person is the knife and the knife is the person. , no difference anymore.
It seemed that the Demon Sword had also sensed the danger of life and death, and its demonic nature began to activate with all its strength, and the evil aura dyed the entire space with a layer of light ink.
Ming Luo took a step forward, his figure as tall as a mountain.
"When I was three years old, I killed people. When I was seven years old, I learned swordsmanship. I became successful in three years. In Emperor Qiu, no one under the age of twenty was able to fight. After I was ten years old, I switched to swordsmanship. When I was twenty years old, I arrived in Shura alone. A lone sail entered the depths of the sea of blood. I fought a total of 723 battles with the masters of the Shuluo clan, and survived thirty-seven times. Then I fought in the world, fighting in ten battles and ten battles. Today Once you take a step, you will realize that all the successes and failures in the past are insignificant. Even if I can kill millions of creatures, it will not bring me as much satisfaction as killing you."
Shen Lian did not interrupt him and waited quietly for him to finish what he said. This was not because he was arrogant, but because he was absolutely confident in himself and accurately grasped every change in Ming Luo's energy and energy from the beginning to the end.
The Mingluo swords merged into one, and their aura was released outwards, but their own spiritual intelligence became more and more introverted, and the demonic nature in the swords entered the deepest level of combination, giving birth to a force between virtual and real.
The reason why it is void is that although this space is no different from the outside world, in the final analysis it is a heavenly magic realm constructed with spiritual power.
The heart has infinite possibilities. Not only is Ming Luo bound here, he is also able to break the shackles of the real world and go one step further to touch a level he has never touched.
And this surging illusory power can also affect reality.
However, Shen Lian's understanding of the Great Dream Heart Sutra and heavenly magic can only be surpassed by the old Taoist priests and Yanxu. This is a dream, and the universe may also be a dream. He is free between illusion and reality, and he is content. .
Ming Luo deeply understood Shen Lian's elusiveness. His momentum continued to rise, but it was difficult to vent it.
This kind of depression was something he had never encountered in his life. He didn't believe that he couldn't even draw a knife, so he waved the magic knife in his hand with difficulty.
The sword light surged, reaching a thousand feet, like a roll of the Milky Way.
However, the fog in the void around Shen Lian became thicker and thicker, giving birth to blood. The sword intentions of Yuantu and Abi were entangled in Shen Lian's heart like Tai Chi dividing yin and yang.
The blood-colored mist around Shen Lian suddenly gathered, forming a red-black Tai Chi, blocking Shen Lian's body.
The sword light pours out like boundless fallen trees, flowing straight down the Xia Canal, and finally hits the red and black Tai Chi.
The red and black yin and yang fish are intertwined and moving around each other.
It was like a huge millstone, grinding away the brilliance of the sword.
Shen Lian on the stone bridge suddenly moved. His right hand turned into a sword finger and looked into the void beside him.
Ming Luo immediately felt that he was separated from the combination with the magic knife, and the sword light in the distance was completely eliminated by the Tai Chi grinding wheel, and there was a trembling sound. There was a knife as black as ink in Shen Lian's hand, which kept trembling. In the past The arrogant and arrogant temper was restrained at this time.
Shen Lian smiled slightly and said: "You don't understand demons. Even if you have the magic knife in your hand, you still can't understand the true 'god' among demons."
This 'god' among demons refers to 'god' and the 'god' of enlightenment.
Only when you reach this step can you say that you have transformed from the devil's path to the heaven's path, and are truly ever-changing and unrestrained, and every battle will be full of infinite possibilities.
Ming Luo did not retort and said: "You understand."
Because what he saw next was something he would never forget. The originally quiet and pleasant aura of the other party suddenly changed, becoming unscrupulous and ignoring everything.
If King Xia is the only one in heaven and earth, then the person opposite him now has no one else and despises everything. Nothing in heaven and earth can enter his eyes.
Nothing else is worth mentioning except himself.
Ming Luo had never been afraid, but now he was afraid.
Because this person not only has great power, but also ignores everything and is unscrupulous. You never know what he is going to do, or in other words, everything is a game in his eyes.
This is the devil, the unscrupulous devil.
Shen Lian is still the same Shen Lian, but now he is experiencing Yanxu's original state of mind and exploring the way of the supreme demon.
The magic knife in his hand can be used as the best carrier for the demonic nature he has developed by simulating Yanxu, so that he will not be disturbed by the demonic nature.
It is also a sword. Shen Lian's sword has lost any change, but it is not a straight sword. To be precise, it is a 'one' sword.
Tao gives birth to one, gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.
This 'one' is the Tao, the real magic path, from which countless magics can evolve, but the source can all be traced back to this 'one'.
Shen Lian suddenly had an understanding that he could create a unique sword technique that could combine the killing power and ferocity of Abi and Yuantu into this single sword.
This is a knife that can truly slay immortals and gods, and he also has the background to transfer flowers and jade.
With one strike, everything turns to dust.
Everything ceased to exist, and the knife completely fell on Ming Luo.
Just falling into the outside world, everything remains unchanged. Ming Luo is looking at the banyan tree on the other side, the water is rushing, and the ancestral hall is not far away, like a ferocious beast lying in wait.
But after a long time, Ming Luo remained motionless.
At this time, Shen Lian had already left the ancestral hall and walked to the bustling street.
He swung the knife, but there were still various feelings left in his heart. He finally understood one thing. It turned out that Yanxu was not completely extinct. The mystery of heavenly magic transcended life and death, and Yanxu was affecting him in another form.
He smiled and whispered to himself: "If you're dead, you're dead. Why bother bothering me."