Of course, what is more difficult for Shen Lian right now is not to discuss this issue, but that he can feel the suction of the shaking white flag.
The connection between the physical body and the divine soul is getting weaker and weaker. Shen Lian can't help but deeply feel his shortcomings in this area. The physical body and the divine soul are not in harmony, which makes it easy for him to leave the body and practice the Taoist sword. His magical power also brought him great flaws.
If his soul and soul merged and became one, it would never be so easy for his soul to be pulled out of his body.
At this moment, the sandalwood sword at his waist glowed slightly, creating a suction force that helped Shen Lian counteract the pull of the white banner on his soul.
When Mr. Su said that he had inadvertently understood the art of refining weapons, Shen Lian took it to heart.
During that time, the sandalwood sword actually became a magical weapon that belonged exclusively to Shen Lian. In fact, if it had any special power, it didn't have any.
It's just that the sandalwood sword can carry Shen Lian's soul just like Shen Lian's flesh and blood, and the two are more closely connected than Shen Lian and his own body.
Because the sandalwood sword itself is like a piece of white paper, when Shen Lian practiced the "Sword Qi of existence and non-existence", it was deeply imprinted with Shen Lian's own mark and became a part of Shen Lian.
The small boat went down the river, getting closer and closer, and the suction force of the white flag gradually increased as the distance got closer.
The sandalwood sword trembled slightly at Shen Lianrou's waist, threatening to fly away as Shen Lian shed his shell.
The man in white who sang the tragic song of the dead didn't seem to notice Shen Lian. He waved the white flags, which was a habitual behavior. The soul fire of other living beings stole into the strange white flags one by one.
As he got closer, Shen Lian realized why this lonely boat was all white. It was because it was a paper boat.
In the pale moonlight, under the solitary lamp, the man in white has no nose, ears, eyes, and no feet.
The distance between Shen Lian and the man in white has almost reached the shortest distance. If this period is passed, the man in white will go straight down the river and drift away. If he cannot survive, he may be like other star soul fires, thrown into the white flag. .
The ethereal and mute tragic song was sung in a language that Shen Lian couldn't understand.
Shen Lian wanted to visualize the innate god several times to overcome the difficulties.
They were all interrupted by this singing.
The suction force of Bai Ban became stronger and stronger, and Shen Lian could hardly bear it.
He tried his best to draw the attention of the sandalwood sword to the last bit.
The sandalwood sword floated into the air, carrying Shen Lian's soul within it.
At the same time, he flew towards the white flag, but along the way, he drew a mysterious trajectory, which was secretly connected with the "Sword Qi of existence and non-existence" starting hand.
Shen Lian wanted to use his soul as sword energy to make a last stand.
Only someone like him, who has not received orthodox training, would be so bold as to turn his soul into a sword, using the form of "sword energy that exists and does not exist", hoping to avoid this strange white flag by disappearing that distance.
He also doesn't know what will happen after doing this, because when the 'Sword Qi of Being and Nothingness' disappears, he has no idea where it will go and what will happen.
Even just using the starting position of "Sword Qi with and without phase", without the sword Qi being converted through the internal Qi through the meridians, and just using the soul as the sword, it is unknown whether it can disappear halfway.
Suddenly a bell rang, which made Shen Lian feel familiar.
It was the wonderful sound of the bells on the purple-robed woman during the day.
The water stopped, the space became stagnant, and Shen Lian almost forgot himself.
When he came to his senses, the moon was white again and the wind was clear. There were paper boats, lanterns, white flags and mysterious men in white.
Only the sandalwood sword was stained with water and fell in front of him.
He carefully picked up the sandalwood sword, and when he touched the water stains on it, a little smoke came out of his hand, and he felt a sharp pain.
That was the pain coming from his soul. Just now, his soul was actually a little melted by the water stains on it, which was why it caused him such severe pain.
He has never tried to touch the water of this river, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying and capable of melting the soul.
It wasn't until the wind dried up the water traces that Shen Lian carefully tried to touch the sandalwood sword. Only when nothing happened before did he feel a little calmer.
But when I got it, the sandalwood sword was much heavier and darker in color.
Only the mental connection between the two is the same as before, there is no difference.
After getting it, the feeling of flesh and blood is still clear.
After this incident, Shen Lian did not continue walking by the river, but moved away from the river and accelerated his speed.
He always acted cautiously. When he found something strange in the river before, he should not be curious and continue walking by the river, while meditating by the river at night.
But he ignored these. Now that he thought about it, it seemed that the river had some kind of magic power that made him subconsciously ignore the danger.
After staying away from the river, he quickly headed south. Before sunset the next day, he saw a steep cliff.
The cliffs are like knives and axes, and there are sword marks, just like the sword of Yitian.
This kind of shock is difficult to express in words unless you have experienced it yourself.
I don't know whether it was human power, fairy power or the power of nature. The cliff has long been destroyed. On the top of the cliff, there is nothing, but a human figure stands alone.
The purple robe wrapped around her body, the breeze blew her clothes, her long hair fluttered, and a strand of it was on her perfectly curved lips.
Shen Lian thought in his heart: She might be a human, a ghost, a fairy, or even a demon in human form.
He could feel the woman looking at him, but she said nothing.
Of course, from the height of a cliff, the sound can be sent down through the mountain wind, but I don't know what kind of terrifying skill it takes.
Shen practicing martial arts in the mortal world is already considered a state of transformation, but he thinks it is difficult to do so.
But under unexpected circumstances, the woman really spoke. He was sure that it was the woman on the top of the cliff who was speaking to him.
At this time, Shen Lian could feel the other person's gaze directed at him even though he was hundreds of miles away.
He may not be able to forget this moment today for a long time. Under the setting sun, on the top of the cliff, a beautiful and refined girl looked at him with a distant look, without any impurities.
Of course, what Shen Lian didn't expect was the content of the woman's words.
"Whose child are you? Why did you end up in Youhe River? Didn't your adults tell you not to go there?" Shen Lian was already a weak boy, but he was called a child by a woman about his age.
He would never have thought of it, but the woman spoke so naturally.
The woman said "Eh" again, which passed through the mountain wind and reached Shen Lian's ears clearly, and then she said: "You are not from Nanke Town? How can you know the foot meridian? Oh, it turns out that it is time to open the mountain gate again. , the master’s nephew didn’t inform me.”
From the last sentence, Shen Lian could hear a slight anger, and at the same time, he told the woman that he had the divine foot sutra, which was enough to prove that she was inseparable from Qingxuan.