As the hunt began, a faint halo gradually emerged from the boy's bloody body, which seemed to be the condensed power of sword energy and spiritual energy, gradually repairing the damage in his body.
Large swathes of blood turned into streaks of blood and condensed on the skin. If it were someone else, it would be extremely hideous and terrifying.
However, the skin color was extremely white, as if it was the shadow left by the sun, with spots of blood blooming on it, as colorful as plum blossoms.
Knowing that it was blood, it made people feel shortness of breath, knowing that the figure in the sword light was the deadly Shura, but involuntarily slowed down, startled by the bright light.
This is not sensational, suicidal, it's just human's instinctive reaction to unimaginable beauty, so that there is a brief blank in the brain, but after this short blank, when thinking of running away, the sword has already penetrated the chest.
What he saw before he died was his own turbid blood passing by the corner of the boy's snow-white clothes, but he couldn't catch a single drop.
Chu Huanzhi's slender and handsome eyebrows frowned slightly. The small world has a mysterious power that isolates the whole world from the outside world. Even he can only come in an illusory incarnation, and it can't last.
This kind of coming is extremely exhausting. He doesn't have half of the original body's cultivation base. Only his Tao, which is eternal, is condensed with Tao and will, and he can lead Chu Wuqing to appreciate the real killing swordsmanship.
The young man's wrist is slender, holding it in his hand, one can feel the temperature of the skin, the beating of the pulse, and the young man's hair gently scratched his chest.
There is an incomparable understanding between the two.
Above the sky, Chu Yunshu was still fighting with Xiao Yan, but this fight was getting closer and closer to Zu Feng due to Chu Yunshu's deliberate actions.
Chu Yunshu released his spiritual consciousness, and he had a panoramic view of the entire Zufeng scene.
If someone with great power knows it, he will be amazed that a half-step golden elixir with a complete foundation establishment can actually see the details of a mountain range ten miles away without being noticed by the people around him.
This kind of ability is difficult to achieve even for Dao monks who have stepped into the Nascent Soul.
It was just this one glance that made Chu Yunshu turn pale with shock. Those pitch-black pupils showed a slight color of blood, which was completely different from that of a cultivator.
On the Zufeng, behind Chu Wuqing, he actually saw a phantom, the phantom of Chu Huanzhi, the Patriarch of the Chu Family
How can this be
The power that interferes with the small world, even the top He Dao power in the cultivation world, can't destroy it at all, and can't clone to suppress the cultivation base to enter, how could Chu Huanzhi mobilize the phantom to descend.
And also preached in phantom.
The most unfathomable of the Chu family is not the patriarch who often retreats, but the Sword Slayer True Monarch.
No, this is not preaching. If it was just preaching, how could it be so close, even between father and son.
This tacit understanding is more like
"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood suddenly spit out from Chu Yunshu's mouth, and an invisible sword intent entered his body, and his meridian was about to be broken. This is a warning
No wonder, no wonder, everyone in the world said that Chu Huanzhi was the heaven of Anyang Realm, even if he didn't have cultivation base and spiritual power, he could hurt people just by virtue of Taoism.
Chu Yunshu had no choice but to run away.
Chu Wuqing didn't know what happened in this short breath, but felt that Chu Huanzhi's hand on her waist was not so heavy, the phantom of her father seemed to be gradually disappearing, and she gradually recovered from that strange feeling. out of the state.
"Qingqing," Chu Huanzhi's voice rang in Chu Wuqing's ear again, it was no longer as clear as before, like the echo of a valley, hazy, but broke into Chu Wuqing's mind, occupying the five senses, making Chu Wuqing Wuqing was shocked.
"Look with your heart, look with the sword in your hand."
Chu Wuqing was in a trance, vaguely understanding, the world in front of her eyes became more and more blurred, figures were no longer figures, and the world was no longer the world.
It seems that everything in the world is composed of Dao, but it is subdued by the Dao of Slaughtering Sword, surpassing all Dao.
shocked
This is the way of the killing sword, Chu Huanzhi's way.
It will also be, his Chu Wuqing's way
Chu Wuqing's movement of drawing out the sword became slower and slower, but the sword energy became more and more fierce, and every time it was swept out, it was an irresistible and magnificent force.
"Qingqing," Chu Huanzhi's wide sleeves fluttered, as if to wrap the young man in it, and the vague voice suddenly became clear, "Do you understand?"
As soon as the words fell, Chu Wuqing felt a lightness in her waist, and the blurred world suddenly returned, and the strength that was penetrated and pulled by the mysterious force completely disappeared.
Chu Huanzhi's clone has left.
understand
The avenue is only difficult, how could it be fully comprehended after a good fortune experience, but it really opened the door of the avenue for Chu Wuqing, and saw the truth that pointed directly to the core.
It made him take a big step beyond all the monks at the same stage, and even this step was a step pursued by thousands of Nascent Soul monks who had no hope of becoming gods, and were willing to give up everything.
Even if you die, it is better than being trapped forever, having a mental breakdown, and not being able to see the other side of the Tao.
He even intercepted Chu Wuqing from the previous life at the gate of the Nascent Soul Stage.
In fact, even if you want to turn into a god, you can't ask for it. The way of killing the true king of the sword is the way to change the world and kill the xuanxu with the cultivation level of turning into a god.
Chu Wuqing was still in a trance, the feeling just now was too shocking, even if Chu Huanzhi left, his heart couldn't be calmed down.
"Father." Chu Wuqing gathered his attention, and when he looked far away, there were already piles of corpses on the original green grassy Ancestral Peak.
These tens of thousands of monks were besieging Zufeng not long ago, and they were bound to win, but within half a cup of tea, they died.
This is not just a comprehension of Dao, but also Chu Huanzhi's fist guard, "Daddy."
Teaching a man to fish is worse than giving him a fish.
At this moment, within the third sect, in the main hall of the sect leader, the lights are always bright.
The head of the sect is sitting on a high position, frowning tightly. As the ruler of the third sect of the ten sects alliance, he is also Jindan Dzogchen, one of the pinnacles of the cultivation world. Such an expression rarely appears on him.
However, there is always an indelible anxiety lingering in his heart.
Suddenly, the deacon who was in charge of the core disciple's life card ran in, "Master, Wang Ning's life card is broken."
The core disciples are the core because they are the most outstanding disciples of the time cultivated by the whole school. There are only three people in each generation. Once one dies, it will be a great loss for the school. If one generation is weak, the next generation will be weak.
And Wang Ning's half-step golden elixir is one of the best.
From their point of view, it would be an easy task for Wang Ning to lead the disciples of those small sects to besiege the Xianlingmen, but they never expected that Wang Ning's fate card would be cracked
"A mere fairy gate dares to kill my disciple." Wang Ning's master threw the teacup in his hand, stood up, and begged for orders: "Please order the disciples of the sect to move to the fairy gate to avenge Ning'er "
The top ten sects have always acted domineeringly, especially the top three. In their view, no matter right or wrong, as long as someone dares to kill their disciples, they will be bloodbathed. Only in this way can these people remember the majesty of the sect and make people dare to avoid Retreat, dare not offend.
Even if Xianlingmen is among the top ten sects, even if Xianlingmen was the head of the alliance of ten factions thousands of years ago.
Most of the other elders present also seconded the proposal.
"Elder Tang, I know the grief in your heart, and you must not act hastily. This time, Wang Ning is not going alone. Everyone here knows how well Wang Ning has cultivated. What's more, the fairy who besieged tens of thousands of monks in the Xianlingmen The door was able to kill Wang Ning, which shows its power. Ning'er died, and I was also sad, but I still feel that it will not be so simple, let's wait for the information first."
"Report, none of the monks who besieged Xianlingmen survived."
As soon as the information arrived, all the elders who seconded the meeting turned pale with shock, "Is this really the fairy gate?"
"When did the Fairy Spirit Sect become so strong?" Those elders who seconded the proposal fell silent.
Only Wang Ning's master, Elder Tang, was still grieved, and said angrily: "Even if Xianlingmen rises, won't Ning'er take revenge? If you get up, your prestige will be gone."
"Elder Tang is right. No matter how strong the Immortal Spirit Sect is, it can only kill the scattered warriors of the small sect. Why should I be afraid, but after this incident, if we send troops again, we will definitely be stopped by the Qingling Sect. Why should we wait for the big sect? Instead of fussing about those little sects who are not on the table at the end, why not let their sect master cut off their own arm to apologize, and just expose it."
"Yeah, letting him cut off his own arm is already the greatest kindness. There has never been a sect that killed our official disciples without being exterminated, let alone the core disciple Wang Ning. If the Xianling sect has a little knowledge and interest, it should be done." Be grateful."