Xi Ping is a talent who can chew the back of his tongue all night with just two ounces of wine, but at critical times, he can also do it directly without wasting a single saliva.
As soon as Wang Geluobao's Wanyu with a Mia accent sounded, Xi Ping slapped the lotus seal copied from Zhuo Ming's towards his consciousness directly through the reincarnation tree.
The half-breed Xiumi had been on guard for a long time, and lightly blocked the half-baked lotus seal: "I don't even want to say hello, why are young people so impatient these days?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the reincarnating wood in his hand seemed to turn into a whirlpool, trying to suck his spiritual consciousness into it.
However, Wang Geluobao is not a frivolous Foundation Establishment or a half-immortal. If you want to take away the spiritual consciousness of a monk of the same level, it is like trying to take away a person who is about the same size as yourself, and you have to be willing to do it.
A few flute sounds came from the other end of the reincarnation tree, interrupting the vortex in the reincarnation tree that sucked people's consciousness, and hit Xi Ping's ears.
The sound of the flute of Beast Mastery is not harsh, it only makes people long for it - not longing for something, but just feeling that kind of feeling for no reason.
Xi Ping had hardly fought against the Beast Control Dao, and when he was distracted, a few sword qi splashed randomly from the sea just shattered his spell and smashed straight into the canal.
In a hurry, he only had time to throw a dozen paper figurines out to block them, and the paper figurines attached to his consciousness were annihilated together with the sword shadow. His brain seemed to be stirred by force, his eyes went dark, and the voice was transmitted nearly a hundred miles away: "Night Cream Senior, what did you promise!"
The sword servant ignored him, the sword energy was bounced away by Lancang Mountain, and she looked at the dead salamander's body with some hesitation.
The fog of the corpse of the big fish has already wrapped everything around it. This thing is older than Lingshan. After Tianbo Patriarch was broken and dustless, the reborn salamander disappeared from the world. Even Lingyun has no record of it, like a myth. With the cultivation base of the sword servant, even if he is naturally inspired, he can easily distinguish whether the things in front of him are threatening. Not only did she not feel the danger from the fog, but she had a vague feeling that there was an opportunity hidden in it.
But she doesn't care if the chance is not the chance, the way of the sword does not take shortcuts, and is not tempted.
Wan Shuang pointed at the cloud of strange fog, and the sword slave slashed at the secret realm of the Queen Mother of the West that was almost buried inside—it is said that Zhao Ting cut down Jieyun, could it be that she still couldn't break through the cloud of fog
But the sharp wind of the sword failed to blow away the mist. The night frost fell into the mist, and the blade seemed to melt in it. wrapped in!
Shengling's eyesight and spiritual sense could see the scene hundreds of miles away, Xi Ping's pupils suddenly shrank—the big weapon was gone!
However, Wan Shuang's murder weapon was also a double-edged sword for him. While he suddenly lost his thigh, the pressure was also much less. There was a matter of priority, Xi Ping didn't have time to think about the reason, and quickly threw a dozen lotus seals at Wang Geluobao to prevent him from making trouble, and then the charms fell on the canal as if they didn't want money.
Throughout the entire Grand Canal, the river was made like a factory conveyor belt by him, and the water flowed backwards and went northward.
At this moment, there was a whistling sound in the South China Sea, Wan Shuang's sword energy disappeared, and Donghuang dared to come out of his shell again!
The Eastern Emperor's Halberd broke free from the big net in the sea, and the evil snow brewing boats fled in all directions. Donghuang's long halberd in hand, new and old hatred, opened and closed to attract countless thunders, smashing towards Xiping and the canal.
At the same time, a clear flute sounded over the South China Sea, and countless red-eyed carnivorous spirit beasts suddenly emerged from the canal in the Shu mining area.
Xi Ping was besieged by two evil spirits... One of them was left behind by himself!
At this time, the longer the delay, the more unfavorable it is for him.
"Lu Wu—"
On the steamboat in the canal, Lu Wu, disguised as a boatman and a merchant, came out from all over, and flew towards the crazy spirit beast like a spell like rain.
Xi Ping raised his hand to hold Zhao Ting in his hand, and sent out the first sword energy that Zhi Xiu gave him.
Zhi Xiu, who was about to say something to Lin Chi on Feiqiong Peak, suddenly had a "thump" in his heart.
Didn't the news say that Xie Chong was going to do something on the day when Nanhe destroyed the country? Why was it several days earlier? What happened
That sword roared and knocked away the thunder attracted by the Eastern Emperor, but the sword energy did not stagnate. The evil leader was instantly swallowed by Jian Guang. None of the evil boats that had slipped away far away were all enveloped by Zhaoting's sword light.
The South China Sea is cleared.
Zhao Ting killed the Eastern Emperor while the rabbit rose and falcon fell, but Xi Ping was not much better—his cultivation made Zhao Ting too reluctant.
Falling from mid-air, most of his muscles, bones and meridians were shattered.
"Ah," Wang Geluobao knew that he was speechless, and wailed for him, "It hurts so much."
Xi Ping lost his mind for a moment, and only the swearing was left in his mind.
"Immortal bones are miraculous, but they have to be able to endure." Wang Geluobao sighed, "There are not many people who can maintain their sanity while being smashed to pieces. I can't do it. I am ashamed. But you are too anxious. behind."
The entire Nanhe Peninsula seemed to be cheering him on. A thunderbolt fell on the main peak of Lancang, and a huge sword array was almost formed.
Xi Ping reached into the mustard seed with the only remaining hand that could move, regardless of Bai Ling Sapphire's random grabbing, the shattered bones were repaired almost violently, and his skin was riddled with holes. Xi Ping didn't care about it—that dead fish What's so weird about it, he's clearly driven away the troublemaker Yu Chang, why is Queen Mother Xi...
"The reborn salamander is the messenger between life and death," Wang Geluobao said softly. "Cleave it, and you can open the 'door of life and death'. Through the fog, the consciousness of the living will be projected briefly to the place where the dead once lived." On the ancestors in this area, the ancestors posted on them are more or less related to me, or have inheritance, cause and effect, or have similar encounters... There are few living people in the world who can get such a true lesson from the past 'What? Don't worry about your people, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and those with a high level of understanding can even find their own Dao heart if they walk around inside."
Xi Ping: "..."
Sure enough, Yao Qi and Chang Jun were discovered by this bastard a long time ago, and he said how brother Ziming was so "lucky" that he happened to be chosen by insinuation!
"As for Her Royal Highness, I'm afraid I have already seen the Second Saint by now."
Xi Ping knew the history of Lancang. There used to be two sages of gold and jade in this place. Jin Sheng is also a sword cultivator, and Yu Sheng is also a member of the Yang family.
He struggled to digest the master's sword intent through his meridians, and couldn't help thinking wildly in the pain: Could it be that as long as he brought a sword cultivator husband, he could get the personal teaching of the two sages of gold and jade through the dead fish? Is a bachelor not worthy to inherit Lancang Mountain? If I had known that I would not have killed the Eastern Emperor just now, let the three of them have a theory in front of Xiansheng's grave...
"In Xuanmen Lingxiao Palace, people are no longer me, let alone husband and wife?" Wang Geluobao smiled strangely, "Xiang Rong, who fell in Sanyue Mountain, is in the same line as his master Xuandi, and he used Huawai Furnace refining is so similar, two Dao Hearts are going to tear the silver moon wheel in half, not to mention that this one sword cultivates the same way of refining weapons.
"A spiritual mountain can only last for one month. This loving couple is gradually at odds with each other. Jin Sheng is a sword cultivator and a husband. He feels that he is superior in every respect. He takes it for granted that Lancang Mountain should be based on himself, and wants to go to court. Get your wife to start."
Xi Ping: "..."
It's a big deal, one shot and two parts, as for it
"Couples who turn against each other because of the incompatibility of Taoism will never die," Wang Geluobao said, "That's the person next to your pillow who holds your weakness. What's more, this golden sage... huh. I heard that some sword cultivators are human Achievement swords, such as Jianzong, such as Lingshi, Wanshuang and Zhaoting are all ordinary irons, and they become famous with their masters; Many years. Unfortunately, Jin Sheng is the latter, he became a god by relying on the famous sword made by Yu Sheng, a master craftsman. How can a dignified and full moon saint have such shortcomings
"But Nanhe girl..."
When Wang Geluobao spoke Wanyu, the ending sound had a special tenderness, as if he could sing at any time. Suddenly, Xi Ping remembered that a long, long time ago, he was still a ignorant child, pretending to be ignorant, and drove Jiang Li out of drunkenness.
That time she played a Nanhe ditty upstairs.
The girls are as enthusiastic as summer flowers, but if they cannot love them or are betrayed, they will kill.
"Who knew that the Jade Sage was already prepared to fight back. Let me tell you a secret, Tai Sui, the Mandarin Duck Sword Formation, was forged by the Jade Sage himself. One of the raw materials is rare and rare, and there is no second one in the world..." Wang Geluobao laughed, "It's Jin Sheng."
Yang Wan can no longer tell who she is, Guang'an Jun and Jin Sheng. The dead salamander connects the souls of the living and the dead. The ancestor's deep affection no thinner than hers is mixed with her nostalgia for the mortal world. After the deep affection is nothingness, it is the ridiculous ashes of the sky.
She felt that she had fallen into the boundless land of ice and snow, and whether it was Jinsheng or Guang'an, they were all blurred.
When a person goes to the end of the sky, all relatives are scattered, and only the heart of Tao is with him.
At that moment, Lancang Lingshan became alive, and everyone on the entire Nanhe Peninsula became deaf for a while.
The spiritual energy that could not be tolerated by the ascending body was poured directly into the Tianling Cap of Queen Mother Xi, and the marriage contract between the two was completely broken.
Mr. Guang'an didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly rushed forward.
Everyone was in the boundary between life and death, and their sight was taken away by the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, but he only pretended to be a person in his eyes, and resisted the influence of the dead salamander.
The vast spiritual energy passed through his chest mercilessly. With the body of this Ascending Spirit Sword Cultivator sacrificed as a sacrifice, the torrent of spiritual energy hitting the Queen Mother of the West will be absorbed into her body as soon as it slows down.
The Queen Mother of the West's true energy soared, her cultivation directly jumped a small level, a sword light illuminated the Nanhe Peninsula, and the mandarin duck sword array reappeared in the world, Lancang has a master!
She opened her eyes suddenly, and the sad, faintly fragile Danxiu eyes were cold and quiet, like the "Heaven's Mandate" that echoed repeatedly in her heart. Guang'an Jun's body fell suddenly, and his fingers finally moved half an inch towards the corner of her skirt.
He didn't find A Wan's gaze.
In the Mandarin Duck Sword Formation, one person must become the raw material.
Thousands of years ago, he was a heartless person, and a thousand years later, he was a fool... In fact, they are all the same.
Affection is fiercer than poisonous miasma, fiercer than sword, with a 100% fatality rate.
The moment the mandarin duck sword formation appeared, Xi Ping's newly grown spine seemed to be crushed—he became the first target of the mountain-suppressing artifact.
Xi Ping had seen the Jiezhong, the Silver Moon Wheel, and the Nine Dragon Cauldron, but those artifacts were either not aimed at him, or had already been consumed. This was the first time he was the target of an artifact.
He finally knew why Xuan Wu Sha Qiu Sha brought the silver moon wheel.
The moment Jian Guang pointed at him, Xi Ping lost contact with all the reincarnated trees.
The Zhenshan artifact can cut off the accompanying trees of these evil spirits, so that their spiritual consciousness has nowhere to escape.
He also finally knew that the mysterious reborn salamander had such a magical effect, why did Wang Geluobao go so far as to make Yu Chang use insinuations to make trouble.
Because in this desperate situation, the only one who can turn back and save him is Yu Chang—he is the only person in the world who can remove the facial mask, and the deal between Yu Chang and him has not yet been completed.
And in order to prevent Yu Chang from playing tricks on the Queen Mother of the West, he single-handedly detonated the civil strife among the warlords of Western Chu, and sent away the life-saving Yu straw!
Wang Geluobao sighed, looking at the reincarnated wood in his hand that had no aura, his face was full of reluctance.
Zhixiu's elder brother was buried on Nanhe Peninsula.
Whether it is Yu Chang or Kunlun, they all hope that both Zhao Ting and Wan Shuang will suffer. As long as Zhixiu is trapped in the South Coal Mine, Nanwan, a land of geomantic omen, will be at the mercy of others.
After finally establishing a temporary peace with the slave servant, the Tai Sui Xingjun who has nine orifices in his heart will definitely not let his master go south.
After receiving the news, Tai Sui will definitely come in person, because he thinks that the sword servant has no reason to embarrass him as a junior, and there is no reason not to let him protect the mortals first.
And as long as the merchant ship picking up people moved, Wang Geluobao knew without even using eyeliner that Tai Sui had arrived at Nanhe Peninsula.
From the beginning to the end, this game was not set for Zhixiu, what's so scary about Nanjian? He is not the only sword cultivator in the world.
Those waiting to be buried in the Yuanyang Sword Formation are the heirs of the unruly way.
"It's a pity we can't talk anymore." Wang Geluobao caressed the reincarnated wood, "Tai Sui, so lonely, the top inspiration is gone, once you die, no one in the world can talk—Old Ancestor, you designed to get rid of Yuan Hui Shi, also quite sad, right?"
"Lifting the coffin, the scriptures of the two sheds," he hummed softly with a foreign accent, and a wake-up dragon emerged from the bottom of the sea and lifted him up, "Seven days of rest..."