The ice wall was densely engraved with things.
Shen Zhixian glanced at him, his eyes full of strangers.
All kinds of strange shapes that are indescribable... let's call them creatures, they are carved on the ice wall in a hustle and bustle, with almost no gaps. I don't know if it was Shen Zhixian's illusion, he felt those things...
moving.
Although it is slow, it is really moving, as if it has finally woken up from a sound sleep for many years, and is stretching its body. When they recover, they will break out of the ice and bury them in it.
Xue Ci's expression was not very good: "I may know where this is."
Shen Zhixian turned to look at him.
Xue Ci said: "I have read a residual note, saying that it was thousands of years ago... It is probably farther than the time when the wasteland existed. There was once a carving genius..."
He was extremely ugly when he was born, and his voice was hoarse.
The reason why a wizard is called a wizard is naturally because he has skills that others cannot match or even possess.
When the child was more than five years old, he took a small dagger and carved a horse on a stone.
This is already very rare. There is no one in their home and neighborhood who can carve, and I don't know where he learned his skills. What is even more shocking is that this horse finally became real, carrying a five- or six-year-old horse on his back. The child ran around the village, and finally turned into a puff of smoke and sank back into the stone.
"The village is full of ordinary people. I have never seen such a scene before, so I was so scared that they went back to their houses and gathered together the next day. If they said that the child was a monster, they wanted to burn him to death, or he would release more information in the future. Many monsters came to kill the villagers."
Xue Ci sighed: "The villagers are stupid."
This kind of scene seems familiar, in those remote and isolated villages, I don’t know how many such things have happened.
When Yan Jin was still a child, didn't he also suffer such grievances.
Shen Zhixian followed with a sigh and continued to listen to Xue Ci's words.
If the villagers wanted to burn the child to death, his parents naturally refused. The villagers were so angry that they gathered and set fire to their house in the middle of the night while the children's family was sleeping.
The child was protected by his parents and was fine, but both parents died in the flames. The child was stunned for a long time, then suddenly became mad, rushed into the still burning kitchen, and took out the kitchen knife and the sharpening stone together.
The villagers only knew that they were sure to die, and they did not deliberately guard their house, so they did not find out that the child was still alive in time.
The living child has fire in his eyes, holds a knife and a stone in his arms, and is full of hatred - he carved a few fierce beasts such as tigers and wolves on the whetstone, fixed his hands very calmly, and placed his eyes in the beast's eye socket. Knife off.
The finishing touch.
painted.
beast.
The beast roared and covered the entire village with blood.
Later, the child gradually grew up, became more and more withdrawn, wandered around, accompanied by knives and stones day and night, and began to practice by coincidence.
When it comes to carving, he is self-taught without a teacher, and the things he carve are vivid and lifelike. If he carves eyes, that thing can even come alive and can do anything.
Because of this ability, he has also been subjected to a lot of sparring, and finally developed a temperament that is both righteous and evil. He can kill others because of an unintentional word, and he will spend all his energy and energy just to save him. A dying old man.
The world feared the knife in his hand, and even more feared the statue he carved, and called him "Ghost Hand" in fear. Guishou was praised and infamous, and he wandered like this for most of his life. Suddenly, one day, he disappeared, leaving the world with all kinds of suspicions, and he disappeared.
"He hid in the deep mountains, and used his carving knife, which he had held for most of his life and was stained with countless hatred and gratitude, to carve a secret realm with the entire mountain as the base." Xue Ci took a deep breath and said, "That's it. place."
This mountain was originally a dead mountain, and it was carved into a small independent world by the ghost hand - this is the last place where the ghost hand lived.
When he was lonely, he wandered in the mountains, carving everywhere, and the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter were easily formed under his knife.
The scenery is there, but it is not lively.
So he began to carve monsters and ghosts again, leaving his knife marks on stone walls and ice cubes, wherever he could.
This big ice pit is the playground he chiseled for the demons and monsters. The ice wall is full of all kinds of monsters and monsters. When he is bored, he will come back and wake up the ice sculptures to watch them fight for fun.
Shen Zhixian used his toes to gently poke the snow under his feet. Under the snow and above the ice, it was uneven. At this time, he was stepping on the head of a monster with a big head and a small body.
He took two steps back silently, not guarding that Yan Jin was behind him. Yan Jin remained silent and did not dodge. He stretched out a hand around his waist and took him to his side to stand firm.
Shen Zhixian calmly clapped his hand away, and when he looked at the monster again, he found that the monster's eye socket was empty - the ghost hand did not engrave him with eyeballs.
It's just that there seems to be something under the ice that is slowly gathering near the eye socket.
"This-"
"This secret realm was carved by the ghost hand. The ghost hand is dead. To break this secret realm, we must probably find his knife that carved something—but that's not the point." Xue Ci said solemnly, "The point is, right now. The things in this ice pit are about to wake up."
Shen Zhixian's feet swayed slightly, he was startled suddenly, dragged Yan Jin, and retreated a distance like clouds and water.
As soon as he moved, he squeaked, and the place where he had just stood shattered, and the small unknown monster broke through the ice, took two steps top-heavy and staggered on the ice, and let out a low Weird sound.
"These things are born when they encounter blood, and they live when they encounter spirits. We used our spiritual power to avoid the ice pick, and Lian Qin Jun was injured and saw blood, which is enough to wake up these things." Xue Ci woke the two meditating. Quickly speaking: "Leave here first and then talk."
The sound of the ice breaking became louder and louder. Although the two of Lian Qin did not fully recover, they also adjusted their breaths and jumped up to avoid the monsters that broke out of the ice below.
Guishou was a person who lived a long time ago. At that time, Xianxiu, Moxiu, and all the monsters and monsters had not been completely separated, and the whole world was still in chaos. He had seen far more monsters and monsters than now.
Therefore, the monsters and monsters he carved are also complicated and chaotic, and there are many ancient monsters that have long since perished.
Before the ice sculptures were completely out, several people summoned their mounts and decided to fly up.
Although they are ice sculptures, there is still a faint aura of monsters on their bodies. Although they are not strong individually, these many together still make their mounts a little nervous. Several people must separate a ray of spiritual consciousness to appease the mount, so that the mount will not be cowardly and unable to fly.
Some ice sculpture monsters were slow to respond, and after breaking out of the ice, they remained on the ice layer in a daze, while others were very sensitive. After a short period of adaptation, they began to take off and chase around, feeling the abundant spiritual power of Shen Zhixian and several others. They rushed over happily and devoured them.
While controlling the Pegasus, Shen Zhixian slashed half of the head of the big-headed beast that was chasing after him with a backhand sword.
The biggest advantage of ice sculpture monsters is that they do not feel pain and are not afraid of death. Once they are awakened by arousal, they will return to their sleeping state unless the surrounding spiritual power is exhausted, or the person who carved them takes action, otherwise they will continue to be active, even if they are shattered.
The sword qi cut off the entire head of the big-headed beast, leaving a small body, still chasing Shen Zhixian perseveringly.
The head that fell off did not give up. It was ignorant and only knew the instinct of pursuit. It was cut off, carried away by the sword energy, and chased after a while.
This scene made Shen Zhixian's head hurt.
The others weren't much better.
Duan Yuan followed Lianqin on Lianqin's mount, and the little crane carried the two of them, dodging with difficulty, and was chased until his feathers fell off, and his tail was bald.
Duan Yuan defended the enemy with sound, and Lianqin was not lightly injured just now, and he was very distracted with the stringless qin. Before the critical moment, Lianqin did not want to use his trump card.
It only smashed into pieces of ice, and with this Yuan's sound attack, it also smashed out a way.
Xue Ci was riding his turtle. The tortoise retracted its head into its shell, and with its thick skin on its four claws and a hard shell on its back, it rampaged among the ice sculptures, knocking the ice sculptures apart, and Xue Ci took the opportunity to shoot them down.
The ice sculptures rushed forward one after another, and the number of them was too numerous to count.
After Xue Ci forcibly knocked several ice-carved monsters into the air, he took the time to shout to Shen Zhixian, "... the carving knife of the ghost hand... the sword spirit..."
The voices of the ice sculptures completely covered his voice, and even though Shen Zhixian was distracted to listen carefully, he could only vaguely hear a few words.
He had a clear mind, Xue Ci only had a few words, he immediately reacted, but he felt that the sword spirit needed to be wholehearted, and the current situation...
Shen Zhixian glanced at Yan Jin, but Yan Jin was very close to him.
His mind changed rapidly, and he didn't want to think too much. He only shouted "A Jin", then jumped up from the mount, tapped the ice head of a beast next to him, and jumped towards Yan Jin.
Yan Jin was already close, and he was distracted to pay attention to this side. Hearing Shen Zhixian's call, he immediately knew what Shen Zhixian meant.
He controlled the Pegasus to get closer to Shen Zhixian, and gave a little space in front of him. Shen Zhixian landed steadily on the horse's back, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Ajin controls the horse, I have to call Shuanghui."
Yan Jin whispered softly in his ear. The position of the flying horse is not big, the front and back of the two are close to each other, Yan Jin firmly clasped Shen Zhixian's waist with one hand to protect him, while controlling the horse to repel the ice sculptures that kept coming.
Shuanghui Sword Spirit penetrated the center of the secret realm, half in the outer land, and half in the secret realm. Shen Zhixian felt attentively, and in the chaos, he finally successfully summoned Shuanghui to respond to him.
Frost returned to the sword spirit as a non-physical entity, and Shen Zhixian did not dare to summon the entire sword spirit back, so he could only pass the spirit knowledge through the sword spirit as much as possible, and use the sword spirit to investigate the situation of the entire secret realm.
This move is very distracting, and he must concentrate fully and not relax at all. If he is alone, or is around others, Shen Zhixian can't fully sense the sword spirit. Fortunately, Yan Jin is by his side.
The spirit stones spread out with the sword intent, searching for the most crucial object. Shen Zhixian closed his eyes slightly, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, he suddenly sensed something, suddenly opened his eyes and looked somewhere: "—Dong!"
There were shreds of light in his eyes, reflecting the ice and snow, and a faint chill: "Going east, some monsters have already found the ghost hand's carving knife first."
In the end, they still underestimated the group of monsters that came out of the wasteland. They only thought that those monsters were just using this place to hide and live, but who knew that they had the idea of completely controlling the secret realm!
This secret realm can be regarded as an ancient secret realm. It is really going to be controlled by those monsters. Shen Zhixian and the others don't say that they want to annihilate these monsters and ghosts, but whether they can get out of their bodies and leave safely are all questions.
After passing the message to Xue Ci and Lianqin Duan Yuan, Yan Jin controlled the horse and led Shen Zhixian to the east.
They had already rushed out of the ice pit, but outside the ice pit, there were countless demons who escaped from the wasteland and hid here, waiting eagerly.
It's like there are wolves in front and tigers behind.
The demons in the front may have been instructed, with a clear goal, and they rushed towards a few people, but the ice sculptures in the back, coveted the aura in Shen Zhixian and their bodies, and refused to come to the demons. Scratching, many demons were sucked out of their magic energy and turned into mummified corpses and fell to the ground.
Yan Jin simply led the two sides to confront each other and rushed out violently all the way. Shen Zhixian was afraid that his performance would not go well, so he wanted to leave, but was stopped by Yan Jin. Shen Zhixian thought for a while, and simply continued to stay at Yan Jin's side, concentrating on sensing Shuanghui and Guishou's carving knives.
It's just that these ice sculptures and demons are not easy to get along with. Even if some of them are led to kill each other, most of them still chase after them. The ice sculptures are not afraid of the pain of life and death. In the middle, everyone was inevitably injured and bloodied.
After walking east for a while, the surrounding environment began to get weird again.
It was still winter, cold and white, but now it is full of green, flowers and plants grow through the ice, growing very fast, and soon a spring scene will emerge.
It's just that this spring scene doesn't last long, and soon the dead flowers and leaves appear, and the few remaining spring flowers are decorated with ice threads. Under the scorching sun, snowflakes begin to float in the sky, freezing the babbling river again. live.
The scenery of the four seasons seems to be chopped up and mixed together. The mountains are half lush and half withered, full of a sense of disobedience.
There was a faint strong breath coming from not far away, and Shen Zhixian's expression froze: "—it's just ahead."
Needless to say, everyone also saw the most crucial object in the secret realm.
It was a large sword with a height of two people. The blade was dark and the handle was bare. It was only carved with some ordinary lines and had no decorations—perhaps once, but after so many years, it has long been the same as his master. Dust together.
At this moment, the knife's tip was on the bottom and the hilt was on the top, and it was staggering and struggling to pull itself out of the soil.
-wrong!
Xue Ci exclaimed: "Black Qi - it's a monster!"
The whole body of the blade is dark, and the black lacquer magic energy lingering on it is extremely difficult to find. The black gas enveloped the blade and was slowly and laboriously pulling the blade out of the soil!
Even Qin and Duan Yuan followed closely. In front of the knife, the ice sculptures seemed to be a little afraid and began to hesitate. The demons and ghosts seemed to be afraid of the black air, and they spread out, eyeing tigers and surrounding them. Get up, but don't come forward.
Several people got a short respite, but no one dared to take it lightly. Compared with the group of things behind them, the lethality of the knife in front of them obviously seems to be much greater. After all, this is the weapon used by ghost hands to carve and create the entire secret realm. what!
Even if the ghost hand is no longer there, the knife itself can cut their heads and bald them.
What's more, the knife is still in the hands of the monsters who have no good intentions towards them.
There are thousands of forms of monsters, and the most difficult one is this black gas form. Once the spirit of this monster is turned on, it can shape all shapes, disguise it into various shapes, and slip up like a puff of smoke. Can't catch it.
Seeing that most of the blade's body was pulled out, only a small tip of the blade was left buried in the soil. Shen Zhixian said decisively, "Go ahead and grab it."
Sword Spirit is almost unable to pin the secret realm, the whole secret realm is shaking, and it seems to be running at any time. When the sword is completely pulled by the monster, things will become more difficult.
Taking advantage of the fact that the monsters, ghosts and ice sculptures around them did not dare to step forward, the five jumped up and rushed over from different directions to snatch the big knife.
However, they were still a step behind. The sword was completely pulled out by the monster, and the mountain shook in an instant, and the surrounding scene swayed. The roaring sound like a dull thunder sounded one after another, from far to near, as if it came from the horizon, It's like the ground roars under your feet.
Many ice sculptures were shattered, and ice cubes were scattered all over the place, and the demons and ghosts scattered a little, avoiding the large rocks that rolled around.
The knife stood staggeringly in the air for a moment, and then slashed at Shen Zhixian without any rules in the next moment!
Ghost Hand's hands had been stained with countless blood, and his carving knife was also full of hostility. Without the master's suppression, the hostile aura was stimulated by the monster, and it was even more out of control. It almost became real. It is not clear whether the turbid black gas is a monster or the savage aura of a carving knife.
He and Yan Jin were very close, and the knife was right between them. The instinct of the body was faster than thinking. The two of them used the sword at the same time to separate the knife.
The monster has not yet been able to fully control the knife, and it has not been unearthed for a long time. This knife is very violent, and the first knife is extremely powerful. The two did not dare to confront each other, but they blocked it a little and then each dodged to the side and left.
The sword intent fell on the ground, splitting a deep crack on the surface, and the soil around the crack was charred black, as if it had been burned by fire.
A wisp of black air quietly came out of the crack and rolled towards Shen Zhixian.
It appeared at the blind spot of Shen Zhixian's line of sight. Shen Zhixian didn't pay attention, but Yan Jin saw it and took it away with a sword, trying to provoke the black anger.
But his move just happened to disturb the savage sword intent left at the crack, and the sword intent slashed towards Yan Jin while his sword was entangled with the black energy.
Yan Jin's brows moved slightly, and when he turned his wrist, he lifted the black qi and turned to avoid it. The sword intent didn't hurt him, only a light stroke on his arm.
Blood quickly seeped out.
When Shen Zhixian came back to his senses, his expression turned cold, and before he had time to say anything, the black air was wrapped in a big knife, and another knife struck.
That monster still can't control the knife, the big knife is crooked, it will chop here and there for a while. Chaos intertwined.
Everyone moved and dodged, but none of them could face it directly.
Lian Qin panted to avoid a blow, the injury he suffered before was not completely healed, at this time, after a lot of tossing, the wound opened again, he covered the wound and spit out a mouthful of turbid breath: "There are many monsters here, and the magic energy is abundant. If it goes on like this, it will only be us who will run out first.”
Shen Zhixian pondered for a moment, and separated Shen Leng's sword intent with a sword: "Lock formation."
Since none of them can resist the knife alone, they will form a formation and gather the strength of all of them together to defeat the knife together.
Hearing his words, Yan Jin's expression sank slightly.
Xue Cisi thought: "The lock formation... It's not impossible. It's just this formation..."
As the name suggests, a lock formation is a formation that traps and suppresses the enemy, but this formation is rather special. It must have a living formation eye. Eyes to confront the enemy.
To put it simply, if they choose the lock formation, they have to let one person be the eye of the formation, gather the strength of everyone, and confront the carving knife head-on.
Without thinking about it, Shen Zhixian said, "I'll go."
His hand holding the long sword sank slightly, and he simply shouted in a low voice: "Shuanghui!"
Summoned by him, Shuanghui Sword Spirit rose to the ground with a clear whistle, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to Shen Zhixian's side.
The monster wrapped the carving knife and seemed to be tired. It was paused not far away, ready to go.
The Qingyun Sect was originally a sect that was good at using swords, and Shen Zhixian was the best among them. Moreover, he had the help of the sword spirit, which was indeed a perfect fit.
Xue Ci didn't bother anymore, and quickly figured out three directions: "Quick!"
In this formation, four people can form a formation, with three formation points and one formation eye. I was worried that Lian Qin would not be able to hold it. Duan Yuan spontaneously joined him, Xue Ci and Yan Jin each stood one, and in a flash , leaving Shen Zhixian standing alone in front of the carving knife.
Yan Jin happened to be standing diagonally opposite Shen Zhixian, his expression was a little heavy, his thin lips moved slightly, and he silently uttered two words: "Be careful."
Shen Zhixian bent his lips at him, signaling him to feel at ease.
Shuanghui felt the devilish energy and was eager to try it. Shen Zhixian smiled brightly: "Shuanghui, did you see that black knife?"
Shuanghui Jianyi responded to him sternly.
Shen Zhixian said, "Break it!"
As soon as the words fell, Shuanghui's sword spirit threw himself into the sword and merged with the sword body, but it was not completely invisible. The clear sword spirit was looming, and the fighting spirit was fierce.
The three formed a formation outside, and the spiritual power gathered in Shen Zhixian's hands through spells and formations. He held the sword steadily and watched the black sword sway again. With that, the hilt of the sword gave a dull knock on the ground.
As if some order was issued, the surroundings suddenly became restless, and the ice sculptures and demons and ghosts who were still hesitating just now suddenly gathered up their courage and forced them to come over again!
This time, the formation was almost chaotic, but fortunately, the four Yan Jin quickly stabilized.
However, this time, everyone had to maintain the formation and guard against ice sculptures and demons. The situation immediately became difficult, and they could not fully transmit their power to Shen Zhixian who was in the eye of the formation.
The black qi seemed to know how powerful their formation was, and instead of moving forward, he kept hitting the ground with the hilt of the knife, urging him.
Shen Zhixian turned around and kicked the two ice sculptures away, and slashed them with a backhand sword. A monster that was attacking in the chaos immediately had its head in a different place, and blood spurted all over the place.
The small grass sprout was pulled out of Shen Zhixian's sleeve with difficulty. It was too dangerous here. It was just a small grass seedling. Apart from its strength, it didn't have much fighting ability.
Shen Zhixian's movements were as fast as lightning, and the speed was extremely fast. It used up almost all the blades before pulling it onto Shen Zhixian's collar with difficulty, preventing himself from being thrown out.
Shen Zhixian felt it, and hurriedly said, "Go back to your sleeves and stay well."
Xiaocaoya was chirping and chirping, but there was too much noise around, and its voice was so thin that it was immediately drowned out and inaudible.
It became anxious, tried to free a small blade, and poked Shen Zhixian hard, trying to get his attention.
Shen Zhixian couldn't hear it calling, and he didn't have time to care about it. Xiaocaoya became more and more anxious, and then vacated a small leaf to poke.
However, this time it lost two small blades, and it was unstable when pulling. Shen Zhixian turned over when avoiding the monster, and it was caught off guard and was thrown away.
A small grass sprout was almost invisible in the densely packed ice sculptures of monsters. It wasn't too afraid. Against the strong wind, it struggled to hide from the gaps between the monsters. It was very difficult to find Yan. Jin's figure immediately accelerated and flew over.
Yan Jin was almost smeared by it, pinched it with one hand, and chopped up the incoming ice sculpture with the other. He tilted his head and glanced at it while he was busy, and happened to see the two small leaves of Xiaocaoya wrapped around his fingers. The remaining small blade pointed in the direction of Shen Zhixian.
This is…
Yan Jin's thoughts moved slightly, and suddenly he felt that the contract that had been unresponsive for a long time in the sea of spiritual energy was slowly getting hot again. A thought came to his mind, he shoved Xiaocaoya into his arms, and according to his memory, he went in the direction of Lian Qin and Duan Yuan, struggling to open a path.
Lian Qin and Duan Yuan looked fine, and the brothers and sisters fought side by side, and there was no big problem. Yan Jin kicked a monster for Lian Qin and said concisely, "Is it alright?"
Looking at his expression, Lian Qin seemed to sense what he had in mind, so she estimated herself and said decisively, "It's okay."
Yan Jin replied in a deep voice, picked up Duan Yuan, and returned the same way.
Duan Yuan took his xun and smashed ice sculptures and monsters with great success, thinking that the instrument was too small. In the past, he felt that his brother's guqin was usually troublesome to carry, but now he realized that the bigger the instrument, the better the hand feeling when smashing it!
Yan Jin slipped him to his position and did not allow him to resist: "Place my position, set up the formation."
Duan Yuan said in surprise: "I, senior brother... No, what's wrong..."
His voice was quickly buried, Yan Jin ignored him, and also cut a path, saw Xue Ci, and asked him to continue the formation.
The formation restarted, Duan Yuan was not as good as Yan Jin after all, this time it was a bit difficult to start. He tried his best to fill up the spiritual power, and he didn't care about the monster beasts besieging him. Immediately, there were several bloody scars on his body, and even his face was a little sore.
He gritted his teeth and endured it, thinking optimistically, this time he was really going to be disfigured, and he didn't know if he would be able to return to the sect safely this time, and whether the seniors would recognize him...
The formation was broken for a while, and Shen Zhixian also knew that they had difficulty in setting up the formation. He had no choice but to fight desperately. As he was fighting, he suddenly felt his body sink, and three different spiritual powers gathered in his hands again - Xue Ci and the others set up again. Get up!
Shen Zhixian's spirit was shocked, and even though he noticed the difference again, this time... he didn't feel Yan Jin's spiritual power.
Just wondering, the black knife felt something and suddenly moved. Shen Zhixian turned sideways to dodge, the long sword was separated, and was shocked by it and stepped back.
As soon as he retreated, he fell into a warm embrace.
The familiar aura quickly surrounded him, the situation was urgent, Yan Jin didn't have time to explain anything, only quickly said the word "contract" in his ear, and let go.
Almost as soon as Yan Jin's voice fell, the contract in Shen Zhixian's sea of spiritual qi immediately became hot and hot, as if he had sensed something, and quickly became active.
This kind of feeling was very strange, but it made him feel very high in fighting spirit, and the spiritual energy that was a little tired suddenly filled up. He realized something, and turned his head to look at Yan Jin. He was about to speak, but he saw Yan Jin was empty-handed.
"Where's your sword?"
Yan Jin didn't answer, his eyes fixed on Shuanghui in his hand, and his lips moved slightly: "Sui Jian, borrow a sword."
His pupil color began to gradually turn red, as clear as ruby, and he no longer suppressed his own demonic energy. The icy aura dissipated as much as possible. The monsters and ghosts that escaped from the surrounding wasteland were shocked by his coercion, and couldn't help but shudder. Take two steps back.
Yan Jin clasped Shen Zhixian's wrist and passed his spiritual power over.
Shuang Huijian was inspired and began to restlessly.
Shen Zhixian said softly: "Shuang Hui, be good." While coaxing Shuang Hui, he responded to Yan Jin's spiritual energy and led it to his own sea of spiritual energy.
The spiritual acupuncture point on Shen Zhixian's sword-holding wrist now gathers the spiritual power of the five people, but only Yan Jin receives preferential treatment from him.
The contract is deep in the sea of spiritual energy.
Shen Zhixian fully trusted and unreservedly spread the sea of spiritual energy towards Yan Jin, and Yan Jin's spiritual energy easily broke in without any hindrance.
When he came into contact with the other half of the contract, Yan Jin's eyes darkened slightly, and an exciting feeling that he had never had before appeared. He had never felt so clearly before, the person beside him should be integrated with him. one.
Shen Zhixian drove his own spiritual power, and also passed to the contract place in the depths of Yan Jin's spiritual qi sea.
This battle will never be lost.
The thought flashed through their minds at the same time, and they passed it on to each other along the contract.
The corner of Shen Zhixian's lips raised an inevitable smile, took a deep breath, raised his sword steadily, and took the initiative to attack for the first time when facing the carving knife!
This sword seems to contain infinite power. This is not a simple formation of five people. The spiritual energy in the entire secret realm has been mobilized, forming a huge vortex with Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin as the center.
Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin were in the center of the vortex, trying their best to borrow spiritual power to swing this earth-shattering sword—
The sun and the moon turned pale, the mountains and rivers shattered, and countless ice sculptures quietly turned into ice water in an instant, and ceased to exist. The entire secret realm trembled violently, the ground cracked countless huge cracks, and monsters and monsters had nowhere to avoid, and they fell into it one after another. howling.
The carving knife wrapped in the ghost's hand fiercely met the sword's edge.
The blackness that was so dark that it was almost substantive was tumbling, even with the blackness of the monsters, intertwined, and swept over in anger. Before they could get close to the bodies of Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin, they were melted by the cold sword energy.
Shen Zhixian stood steadily, without taking a step back, Yan Jin by his side released his hand, flipped his wrist, and another long sword appeared in his palm.
Yan Jin's long sword followed him through countless battles in the wasteland. When Yan Jin fell into a demon, the sword also became demonic, but Yan Jin usually concealed it very well. Except for Shen Zhixian, he also did not No one noticed.
At this time, he no longer restrained, and the cold demonic energy lingered on the sword, revealing the evil nature. Yan Jin clenched the hilt of the sword, and the sword body frantically absorbed the demonic energy scattered around him. He suddenly raised his hand and struck a clean sword, interlaced with Shuanghui, and hit the blade together without error!
There was another loud bang, and thunder landed out of thin air.
The carving knife couldn't hold it any longer. The handle of the knife pressed against the ground, pressing down a deep pit. It couldn't resist and had no choice but to move back a small step.
This small step is enough to defeat the army.
The contract was hot, and there was no need for words to communicate with each other. Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin exerted their strength at the same time, completely severing the carving knife in two!
The black gas that couldn't escape was also split in half. It panicked and circled around the broken blade. It seemed that he couldn't understand why such a powerful secret realm and such a powerful blade could not cut the opponent. kill.
It didn't have time to think more, the sword intent of breaking the carving knife was still there, and it was completely strangled in a turn, turned into a wisp of smoke, and ceased to exist.
As soon as the knife was folded, the last strength that supported the secret realm disappeared. The whole secret realm began to shatter, and the surrounding scene was distorted and blurred.
The vortex of spiritual qi disappeared suddenly, and the connection of the other three people in the formation was suddenly interrupted. Shen Zhixian was in the eye of the formation. Even with Yan Jin's help, it still took a lot of energy. For a moment, he felt that his heart was beating violently, and his exhaustion was rising. , took a few quick breaths.
A hand firmly supported him, Yan Jin's voice sounded clearly in his ears, calm and reassuring: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Shen Zhixian wanted to say who was afraid, he wasn't soft tofu, but then he thought, Yan Jin was not someone else, and it wasn't a bad thing to be soft in front of him.
The tossing this time was a lot of tossing, and I was extremely tired. When I go back, I must rest for a year and a half, leisurely...
Shen Zhixian vaguely remembered a word.
Honeymoon.
Yes, that seems to be the word.
As soon as this matter is over, the entire world of immortal cultivation will definitely have to rest for a while. When he explains what happened in the sect, he can take advantage of this time to have a good rest with Yan Jin!
There have been many twists and turns in the past two years, and he was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground.
Every intimate time is like the sunlight leaking from between the fingers, it is fine and shallow, making people unsatisfied.
When the sky was falling apart, Shen Zhixian quietly held Yan Jin's hand.
…
outside the secret.
The secret realm of such a big mountain is fragmented, and the outside world is naturally not much better.
A lot of monsters and ghosts escaped from the gaps in the rocks, and the disciples who came to meet them were all red-eyed.
Wu Xuan watched the whole mountain begin to collapse, his heart tightened, and he kicked the monster that couldn't open his eyes with one foot.
However, he calculated for a while, but the whole person was stunned. After a while, he exclaimed in ecstasy: "Wonderful! Wonderful! The hexagram of clouds scattered and moonlight! It's a good hexagram! An excellent hexagram!"
The little disciple who was so disgraced in the fight stabbed to death the monster that was about to attack Wu Xuan with a sword, wiped his face, and rarely paid any respect: "Forget it, you should fight first..."
Sandstorms and rubble splashed everywhere, but within a quarter of an hour, the entire mountain collapsed and became a rubble.
Most of the demons and ghosts hidden in the secret realm were killed when the secret realm cracked, and a small number of those who escaped were quickly killed by the people who responded outside, and none of them were spared.
There are corpses everywhere, blood dripping, and dust is still flying.
In the ruins, some other movements finally appeared.
In several different places, Duan Yuan supported Lianqin, the big tortoise pulled Xue Ci, and Yan Jin half supported Shen Zhixian, and walked out of the pile of rocks in dismay.
Everyone was very embarrassed, and this was probably the most embarrassing moment of their lives.
The scene was silent for a while. After a while, the disciples cheered and cheered. Everyone's face was filled with relief and joy. The demon that had plagued them for a long time was finally eliminated. One hundred laps to celebrate.
There was only a slightly fat simple and honest little disciple, staring blankly at a certain place, and suddenly exclaimed: "The Lord of the Wasteland!"
This sound was small in the cheers, but it immediately attracted the attention of others, and everyone's eyes followed his direction and looked over in an instant.
At this sight, they were also stunned.
The person next to Sect Master Shen of Qingyun Sect... is the rumored one, the Lord of the Wasteland, who conquered the demons of the Wasteland... the big devil among the devils?
Shen Zhixian suddenly caught the attention of all eyes, and subconsciously turned his head to look, only to find that Yan Jin had changed into the usual appearance of "The Lord of the Wasteland", wearing a mask, a pair of red eyes like blood, just as if there were Looking over thoughtfully.
"This is… ?"
He didn't want to understand Yan Jin's meaning for a while, but he felt light on his body and was picked up by someone clasping his waist. Immediately, Yan Jin swung his sword and created a one-way teleportation formation out of thin air.
"Goodbye." Yan Jin succinctly threw down two words, and without looking at the crowd, he turned around and entered the formation.
Whether it was Xue Ci or Wu Xuan, they were all far away from Shen Zhixian. Yan Jin suddenly did this, but no one reacted. After a while, it was the simple and honest little disciple who cried out in shock: "The Lord of the Wasteland will take Shen Zhixian. The Sect Master is kidnapped!"