After only hesitating for half a breath, Chang Ming made his move.
As early as when he found A Rong, there was a karmic tie between them. If he didn't take action, A Rong would surely die, and he would be burdened with karma and hinder the Dao heart.
Maybe it wasn't a wise decision to shoot at this time, but he had no choice.
The son's cultivation is very high.
Almost as soon as Chang Ming appeared, his eyes locked on the opponent, and a black mist shot out from his fingers, like a short-edged arrow, flying away from the string.
This is just a test, throwing stones to ask for directions, the black mist falls on this person, the black mist explodes, the body disappears, and fragments fly.
The son raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.
The painting fan has already been alert and hid aside, lest he encounter Chiyu's disaster.
In her eyes, the son is an extremely terrifying opponent, perhaps at the level of a grandmaster, perhaps a great grandmaster, or above a great grandmaster.
At the beginning of the cooperation, Huafan tried several times, and every time she thought she had reached the bottom of the son, but it turned out not to be the case. The mind of resistance.
Huafan boasts that she has seen the world and has dealt with many monks, but she has been working with the son for so long, and she can't see the origin of the son - even if it is a loose cultivator, there must be a source, but the son seems to be Born out of thin air, his spells, abilities, and gestures are full of mystery. He does not have a fixed magic weapon, but he can use it anywhere, even a straw can be turned into poison in his hands. The sharp blade, his consciousness is amazing, the painting fan is a little careful, and the son seems to be clear.
In front of a man who is almost equal to a god here, the painting fan did not dare to make any mistakes, so the other party said that he would sacrifice a fox spirit as a sacrifice, and she agreed without much struggle.
The same is true at this time.
Pieces fell one after another, the white paper on the ground, and the dark mist around the son's body gradually thickened, he had to lift his sleeves and grabbed somewhere in the void!
A person was caught by his front and pulled out!
Without saying a word, the young master has almost not even reacted to the painting fan, and his hand has already slapped the other party's Tianling Gai!
With a thud, the man fell to the ground softly with a groan.
The painting fan raised his heart to the highest point, and exhaled softly, a kind of thrilling and unfinished regret.
So easy to solve people? The son really deserves to be the son.
But the next moment, her eyes widened again.
The person who fell softly to the ground melted quickly, like a snowman meeting the sunrise, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly turning into a pool of snow water, and disappearing into the snow.
When the painting fan heard the son's sneer, he couldn't help shrinking his neck.
She knew that the other party was really angry.
The last dream demon who annoyed him was smashed to pieces by the son, and his soul was scattered.
"I admit that you are a little capable, but if you want to be my enemy, you are still in the heat!"
The last word fell, and he suddenly reached out and shot it!
The black fog and spiritual power were intertwined into a complex and obscure talisman at the moment of shooting. Before the painting fan could understand it, the talisman suddenly became larger and shot in the void.
A white shadow flashed, and it was re-shot by Fu Lu and fell backwards!
A Rong couldn't help but let out a cry, and the worry was evident.
Painting Fan turned his head to look at her, when did this little devil catch up with the cultivator, he didn't know
The white shadow fell to the ground lightly, and it was another puppet made of paper!
The son was secretly annoyed, his eyes wandered in private, he was silent, and he no longer shot easily.
"Do you think this puppet technique, fellow Daoist, comes from the Nangong family in Nanhai, who is good at transforming objects into gods?"
His tone was not as high-profile as before, but softened, as if talking to an old friend, kind and gentle.
"Fellow Daoist and I have no grievances and no grudges, so why fight to the death to benefit the fisherman? Say what you want. If it can satisfy you, I will definitely do it for you."
At this moment, Huafan heard someone talking in the void and responded to the son.
"Fellow Daoist comes from a famous family and has a lot of knowledge. Can't you guess my origin?"
The attention of the painting fan was attracted by the four words of a famous family.
Could it be that this person actually knew the identity of the son
She couldn't help peeking, but unfortunately the light was dim, and she was wearing a black robe with a low hood. She could only vaguely see the outline of her chin, but she couldn't see the expression of the son at all.
"Unfortunately, fellow Daoist guessed wrong. I'm just a villager in the countryside. I'm alone. How can I say that I'm famous?"
The young man narrowed his eyes and replied casually, but he was actually searching for the other party's location.
He can be sure that the other party is around him, but this person is so powerful that he is temporarily blinded.
The world is big, hiding the dragon and crouching tiger is true, but as long as it is a powerful and powerful leader, it is impossible to completely disappear. By borrowing the nameless, there will always be various ways to make the other party famous in one fell swoop, and as long as he becomes famous, the young master asks himself in all likelihood. They all know the origin.
Only the person in front of him, but he doesn't look like someone from the Nangong family, is really weird.
Even though the Nangong family was good at transforming objects into gods, they couldn't use the puppet illusion to such a superb level.
Who is this person
"Why do you have to be humble, you should be known to the world as you are, but you came to Hongluo Town incognito, colluding with the dream demon fox, seemingly indiscriminately killing people, but in fact there are other plans. Why don't you tell your plans first? Said, if we can cooperate, I will show up by myself."
Every time the other party said a word, the voice sounded in different directions, and the painting fan felt in a trance that there were people everywhere, and he couldn't tell where the person was.
The son narrowed his eyes, not looking around like a painting fan, but his body remained motionless, only his ears moved slightly.
It was not until the last sentence of the other party that he heard the ear, he suddenly dodged, his figure turned into a phantom, and he swept towards the painting fan!
Huafan watched the young master come to him with murderous aura, with a look of horror on his face, but he didn't have time to back away. The other party's hand slid past her, and she realized that the son was not targeting her, but behind her!
Is there someone behind you? !
At the same time as the painting fan turned back, the sound of the impact of gold and stone sounded, as if two swords met at the same time, the king did not see the king, and he died.
The sword light was like a rainbow, and the sword energy was chilling. The painting fan only felt severe pain in the back, and her body fell out naturally. When she fell to the ground and vomited blood, the dazzling sword light also suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The boy fell to the ground.
He was unharmed, with a sneer, staring at the ground.
The painting fan followed his line of sight, only to find a dark trace on the snow, which was actually scattered blood.
"You are injured." The son said.
He just fought and found out the details of this person.
The opponent's cultivation base is not as good as himself, so he needs to use this erratic blindness to delay time. If he competes head-on, the opponent is not his opponent at all.
Just let him catch it again...
"My fellow Daoist and I used to have no grievances in the past, and now there is no enmity. If you are willing to show up, I will let you go. Since fellow Daoist is injured, why should you support me so hard? That talisman hit you, you didn't realize it at first, but gradually Only my hands and feet are dipped in ice and snow, the cold is piercing to the bone, it is like acupuncture, and it is unbearable, only I can untie it."
The other party was hidden in the dark, seemed unmoved, and never appeared.
The two are now comparing patience.
The young master felt that the other party's cultivation was not as good as his own, but if he couldn't stay dormant all the time, it would indeed be a big trouble for him.
There are many dreams in the night, and it is better to solve it as soon as possible.
His eyes fell on a thin body behind the pyre, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
Ways, always people come up with it.
The son suddenly floated over and shot like electricity!
A Rong was shocked, and before he recovered, he saw that the son was going to kill him.
She didn't have time to react in a hurry, even the painting fan couldn't avoid the young master's shot, and she couldn't avoid it.
In the blink of an eye, she vaguely understood that the young master wanted to borrow his own life to force the senior to come out!
Even if the senior doesn't come out, her life is insignificant.
Seeing that the murderous intention was approaching, a fresh breeze suddenly blew from the side, and then her body was gently pushed away, and she involuntarily fell to the side.
The senior was really forced out!
The son laughed lightly, and slapped Changming with his palm.
This palm of his hand, different from the seal talisman that was formed just now, the black texture on the palm of the palm cracked open, and there were hidden golden threads in it.
In Changming's eyes, these black and gold interwoven lines are like a net, and when under the hood, he is trapped around him and woven into a dense net, which can no longer be broken away.
Chang Ming suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
It is not only the son, but also the black mist that haunts him, as if he had seen it somewhere.
Obviously I can't see this person's face, and I also have amnesia...
Where have you seen it
A Rong stared blankly at the confrontation between the two. The sword light in front of the senior cut off the black line, but hovered in front of the son. No matter what, he couldn't go any further, and the sword light gradually dimmed, no longer dazzling.
On the other hand, Young Master, approaching step by step, clearly has the upper hand. His hands are imprinted, the black mist draws a circle in the air with his gestures, the black air spreads in the middle, and the black plate is interwoven with gold threads. The position of the stars in the sky.
The constellation seemed to be moving, constantly changing various shapes, as if the invisible vortex was sucking people into it, A Rong's mind was unknowingly attracted by it, holding his breath, and unconsciously let out a surprise.
She saw the prosperity of the fox clan!
Thousands of foxes gather in the world, and they are open and upright, and there is no need to cover their identities, because they are the real masters of the world.
That's great, isn't that what these people dream of
But what about seniors
Where did the senior go
Chang Ming was also controlled by the stars on the "black disk".
At the moment when the young master placed his palm on his chest, it seemed that this fight was destined to end in his defeat.
Chang Mingjian tried his best to protect the master, but he couldn't resist the attack from the young master. Changming's whole body was wrapped in black mist, and all the black silk threads were like the cocoons of trapped beasts, bit by bit nibbling away his spiritual power.
The son is not in a hurry to kill the other party. What he wants is the other party's cultivation base, which can be used for his own use.
Chang Ming's vitality was being lost in the black mist, but he never crushed the concentric bell in his hand.
Pushing aside the black fog in front of him, he seemed to see another scene.
Looking down, there are clusters of lotus flowers blooming everywhere, golden light overflowing from the petals, the sound of the Buddha is pleasant, and the heavenly music is fluttering, but these lotus flowers are not the pink you see on weekdays, but stone lotuses carved from stones.
As far as the eye can see, the world has changed color, crumbling, and is about to collapse. The stone lotus has also withered piece by piece, and golden light overflows from it, but there is no holy at all. It only makes people feel that the end of the world is coming.
Chang Ming's dizziness is very heavy. He knows that his body is like these stone lotuses, and his vitality is rapidly passing away. He also knows that there is a difference in cultivation between himself and this "son", and it is difficult for him to resist the death of the other party. A blow, but he was still struggling to support it, unwilling to call Yun Weisi with a concentric bell.
Because Chang Ming wanted to know what was the familiarity that drew his mind. He should know the son, who is the son
Yes-
In the clouds and mist, he used his body to block the fatal blow of his opponent's exhaustion.
The Liuhe Candle Sky Array collapsed, the spirit of the great master was torn apart, and the entire world ceased to exist.
"Yun Weisi, I may not be able to give you what you are looking for in me, but I have pursued the way of heaven all my life, and I have nothing else to ask for. Only you are my only entanglement. From now on , the soul will fly away, and there will be no time in the future, if there is an afterlife-"
The voice suddenly exploded in my mind, deafening and shaking my heart.
who is talking
Is it himself
The only stray tie...
Chang Ming closed his eyes with pain on his face. His body was under pressure from the enemy, and with the fox poison attack, it was already like a bow that was taut to the extreme, and could be broken at any time, but the concentric bells in his palms still remained. is not triggered.
He's about to see the truth!
Yun Weisi is his only tie, so the person opposite is—
Chang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes pierced through the fog, through more than a hundred years of time, through the dark and obscure world-annihilation formation, and came to this world more than 100 years ago, when nothing had yet happened, dial. Cloud sees the moon, the shadows in front of you and the memory overlap seamlessly, no different!
Falling plum!
He broke through the imprisoned seal of memory, and finally screamed that name!
The black line suddenly broke, and Changming's body exploded with a dazzling white light. Changming's sword felt like he could feel it, and the slamming sound resonated with the master!
The pride is dry, the purple air is coming from the east, and Jiuxiao is coming again, who is it that I leave behind!
The son is stunned!
He found that the atmosphere around him suddenly changed, and the opponent who had no resistance in front of him suddenly changed. The black mist dissipated, and the powerful spiritual power rushed toward the face, accompanied by the face of the opponent who suddenly approached.
Sober and cold, fierce and domineering, he changed his mind!
"It's really you!"
The young master saw the other party with a cold smile, and he immediately made a seal and photographed it!
The two spiritual powers are facing each other, without any buffers or tricks, and they meet in a narrow way to see life and death, only in this moment!
The son gave birth to the intention to retire.
He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die in such an embarrassed way in the unnamed Hongluo Town. He still had a lot of things to do.
Even if there is only a hint of retreat, he is still noticed by the other party!
The moment the black fog dissipated, it was the time when both sides were lost.
The boy is back!
Without hesitation, he chose to abandon his soldiers to protect the car. He didn't even look at the painting fan, and then his figure disappeared without a trace or trace.
ended
Painting Fan cautiously probed out, and it was a bit unbelievable to see that the young master was defeated.
The man was motionless, standing like a stone sculpture.
One drop, one drop, the blood flowed out of him from somewhere and fell into the snow.
He was injured, and not badly.
Painting Fan quietly approached, step by step, slowly raised his hand from his sleeve, and printed it towards his back.