"This is... what is this?" Xie Bian pressed his brows blankly, turned to look at Zhou Ying, but saw Zhou Ying with arms folded around his chest, standing next to the remains of two hundred years ago, Xie Bian saw his mouth shape , as if to say "so it is".
In Pofa and South China Sea Secret Realm, Zhou Ying once saw very similar blurred edges. At that time, he only had a half-immortal cultivation level and could not spy on it. And when his consciousness preserved by the inner demon entered the Wujian mirror together with his physical body, he knew that he had made the right bet.
In the seamless mirror, an identical edge can be seen. This time, he managed to reach the end of the invisible edge.
This spiritual mountain has suppressed the human world for thousands of years, and it is a man-made world just like Pofa and the secret place of the South China Sea.
The law was broken by Mr. Huixiang, and the secret place in the South China Sea is suspected to be the masterpiece of the ancestor Tianbo, and the creators of this world are the fools themselves.
Xie Bian's mind was "buzzing". He didn't know whether it was frozen, burned, or he had vaguely touched the truth of the crisis. There were so many questions in his mind that he didn't know which one to vomit first: "It turns out What? What is it? Just because of this... just... the friendship of the same family who supported each other for nearly a thousand years, and because of this he actually killed the killer... "
Zhou Ying withdrew her gaze from those inscriptions, interrupted him with a wave of her hand, and wrote: "Your master may not be out of heart."
"Who has the ability to intimidate him..." Xie Bian said this, and suddenly saw the inscription on his eyebrows in the mirror, his voice stopped abruptly, before a thought had time to arise, he was interrupted by Zhou Ying again.
Zhou Ying deliberately kept him from thinking about the relationship between monks and Dao Xin: "I have temporarily solved some doubts about Kunlun Mountain. There is one more thing that needs to be done first."
Xie Bian was exhausted. At this moment, his flesh and blood were almost exhausted, his true energy was about to be frozen, and his mind was inevitably numb: "What?"
Zhou Ying looked down at the corpse of the second elder who seemed to be asleep.
The Wolf King once said that the Infernal Mirror needs three talents, the high priest, the master and the sword servant. Among them, the sword servant does not count, she has only been in possession of the night cream for more than two hundred years, calling her is probably just a ritual need, to show respect for the night cream - but the head and the high priest, especially the high priest, should be "Please Infernal Mirror "necessary.
Zhou Ying clearly remembered that it was the high priest who summoned his "corpse" to the front, and then a light flashed between the old man's eyebrows. He left the world and entered the seamless mirror, chasing the path that only the top inspiration can see. Border, found here.
Reminiscent of the special inheritance of the Kunlun High Priest...
"This is the mirror itself," Zhou Ying tapped on the mirror. "The entrance is between the eyebrows of the high priests of your school. They seem to be the incarnations of Zhenshan artifacts in the world. The corpse of the master is here, and the murder scene is at your feet. Said, there was a third person here at that time... a half-immortal, how did he get in?"
Xi Ping can best answer this question at this time.
After he narrowly escaped the pursuit of Kunlun Nine Swords, his spiritual consciousness got into Jiezi and talked to Yao Qi, and he didn't stand there stupidly.
Master was covered by the fragments of Zhaoting, but Wang Geluobao knew what was going on. If that guy hadn't been bitten to death by the Nine Dragon Cauldron, the sword of Kunlun just now must have marked his identity for Wang Geluobao. Location. Therefore, after dodging the sword, Xi Ping, who was hiding in the sea, rushed to the battlefield of the two Kunlun Nine Swords without hesitation—the most dangerous place is the safest place.
Sure enough, just as Xi Ping left the spot, a huge dragon shadow floated on the sea surface, and a roaring angry dragon emerged from the bottom of the sea.
The figure of Wang Geluobao who attracted the Nine Dragon Cauldron flashed and then disappeared, showing a bit of panic.
Damn this Tai Sui!
Wang Geluobao cursed secretly: Sneaking faster than a loach! Has his skin grown, and he is not afraid of the salt water in the sea to marinate his wounds!
Xi Ping didn't turn his head when he heard the dragon's chants that almost passed him by: "If you have the guts, come here."
It's not that Wang Geluobao didn't know that Xi Ping might go to the battlefield of cicadas, but if he had the guts, he didn't dare to take the Nine Dragon Cauldron to go there with great momentum, so he could only deceive himself and others to bet that Tai Sui was just like him." Rational and cautious", in vain leading Jiulongding to the wrong direction to try his luck.
Zhixiu gave him the three swords against disciples, and now Xi Ping had the last sword left, which was not necessarily stronger than the other swords, but it was unparalleled in sharpness—it exacerbated Xi's symptoms of boldness, and now he is the antonym of "reasonable and cautious" .
Xi Ping slipped through the ubiquitous sword wind, gasped for breath, and probably had an extra groove on his skull, apart from him, within a hundred li radius, there was no living thing below the slough of a cicada.
While waiting for the results of Lin Chi's analysis of the inscription, he was preparing to dig the corner of the Lancang Zhenshan formation, tripping up a large horse lying in the Yuanyang sword formation at any time.
When the accident happened, he happened to get under the feet of the head of Kunlun and the sword servant.
The master of Kunlun is of course higher than the younger generation like the sword servant, but the sword servant is holding Wanshuang, the two of them stalemate for a moment.
When I think about it, it looks like a metaphor—Jian Zong is broken and dustless, and his true essence is scattered into the Kunlun Mountains. Jian Zong’s Dao Xin is the foundation of Kunlun, and the head of Kunlun and the high priest represent absolute orthodoxy. The natal sword does not recognize them, just like a causal beast that wanders around the world and does not go to the fairy mountain.
"I, master, father," the sword servant greeted the head's reddened eyes, and let out a roar that didn't sound like a human voice, "Where the hell are you?!"
This roar could shatter the spirit altar of a low-level monk who was mentally unstable. Not far away, the third elder of Kunlun staggered with a sword at his feet, and his liver and gallbladder were about to burst—he was not completely ignorant, but only half-knowledgeable.
When the second elder was in dispute with the various sects, the third elder was there to smooth things over. Everyone sounded grand, but in fact, they all knew what was going on, so later the second elder was forcibly recalled by the sect, and everyone present at the time had a tacit understanding not to mention him. He didn't know what happened after that, and he didn't inquire about it, and he didn't study it deeply. People who live to a thousand years old know when to be shrewd and when to be confused.
But seeing all kinds of abnormalities in the head along the way, and listening to the questioning of the sword servant, it was like thunder and broken stones.
The third elder trembled, and the natal sword in his hand flew away under the attack of the Yuanyang Sword Formation and the Silver Moon Wheel. Seeing the opportunity, Zhi Xiu took advantage of the opportunity to make up for it, and the third elder's natal sword slammed straight into the head of Kunlun.
The sect leader was caught off guard and turned around to block it. Wan Shuang didn't allow him to be distracted, and rebelliously smashed at the sect master's body-protecting spiritual energy. If Xi Ping, who was hiding in the dark, was not afraid of being beaten into a drum by Zhao Ting, he would have screamed.
At this moment, the world suddenly became quiet, and time seemed to be frozen. A mustard seed flew out of the sleeve of the head of Kunlun, exposed to the sword wind and shattered into pieces, blasting out a ray of light inside.
"Wu Lingxiao, you are disobedient!"
For the word "disobedience", the voices of the two overlapped.
Zhixiu, who was closest to them, had a sudden inspiration
As a warning, he retreated for a few miles in a flash, and without looking back, he used Zhao Tingge to slash a few corner swords that hit him, his pupils shrank slightly.
I saw a figure flying out of the strong light between the head of the sect and Wan Shuang, the aura was so weak that it could be ignored, it was an old man... an old half-immortal!
On the battlefield of the peak sword cultivator, Cicada did not dare to rush in rashly, Shengling is more fragile than Chen Zhi, let alone a half-immortal
The old half-immortal had almost just revealed the outline of a human figure, and his body was wiped out, leaving only a small two-inch square mirror on the altar, which freezes everything in the world.
The core magic circle of the sword servant's half body was immediately locked, and the whole person froze there.
Zhou Ying asked, how did the high priest of Kunlun, a half-immortal, get into the north and take the body of the second elder into the Wujian mirror
The answer is: the master carries it with him.
In addition to the silver moon wheel, mandarin duck sword formation and the Nine Dragon Cauldron that dare not show its face, there is a fourth "Shenshan Artifact" here.
Wan Shuang let go, the body of this high priest dissipated, his mad humanoid puppet Kunlun Sect Master slashed at the sword servant, and it was too late for Zhixiu to save him.
But at this moment, a sword light flew out from the ground, and hit Kunlun's master's sword—Cicada Shelter!
Besides Zhaoting Wanshuang and Kunlun elders, there is another person here who has the Cicada Sword in his hand.
Cut off Jieyun's sword.
After Zhi Xiu's mind went blank for a moment, he almost had the illusion that his own people had exploded. In his life, Jian Xiutou, the most tempered man in the world, suddenly realized that the "burst of anger" was not an exaggeration of the ancients.
Xi Shiyong, I hacked you!
The sword of the head of Kunlun passed by the sword servant, and was blocked by Zhao Ting before landing, and Zhi Xiu fell to the place where the sword was issued in an instant.
After Xi Ping's hidden bone made a big move, he jumped a small realm with his cultivation base, and he obviously made a lot of damage. When he hit this sword, he only broke half of it. Just as he was about to sneak into the shadow of the dead tree, a light gray figure bumped into his eyes. Xi Ping reacted very quickly, and hugged the master's thigh with his only remaining hand as if he was "saved", pretending that he was completely innocent. The meaning of slipping away: "Master, Lu Wu's boat capsized, and the surname Wang of Nanshu coveted my beauty and pestered me endlessly, causing me to be chased by the big bug... Jiulongding chased me all the way back, and I almost missed you. Master!"
Zhi Xiu raised his hand and had no place to put it down, so he had to retract it again, shaking the ground "buzzing", not knowing whether to intercede or complain.
"Good boy." Zhi Xiu crushed a handful of spirit stones and pills and poured them on him. Xi Ping shivered for a moment, feeling that Master crushed his good head, "I can't deal with you when I go back. Order something."
But at this moment, the east wind suddenly became fierce.
There has been an easterly wind blowing on the Nanhe Peninsula, hurricane level, which is abnormally strong. However, the powerful people pinched too lively, and everyone ignored the wind for a while.
Unexpectedly, just after Wu Jian Jing was born, the wind suddenly turned into a gang wind.
Houses, mining machines on the ground...all the remnants were swept out, and Zhixiu fought back to protect his group of unlucky disciples who were inhuman, and all the monks smelled an ominous breath.
east...
In the blink of an eye, Xi Ping was shocked.
Return to the soul vortex, no crossing the sea!
Xi Ping didn't care that his body that had been shattered by the sword energy hadn't grown back yet, and his spiritual consciousness was divided into the paper figurines on Wei Chengxiang's boat—he had a crow's mouth, and Lu Wu's boat capsized as expected, but in
Under the protection of the magic circle and the fairy artifact, it did not sink or enter the water for the time being, and drifted strangely on the sea. The half-immortals on the boat resorted to various spells and struggled to keep their balance. The paper figurine Xi Ping broke free from Wei Chengxiang's hand, grabbed a letter of Wentian that just flew in, and swept it across at a glance.
In Lin Chi's letter, he mentioned the source of the inscription and the cause of the formation of Kunlun.
Since ancient times, the residents of the northern and southern continents were of different races, cultural and language barriers. The great natural disaster in the northern calendar was stopped by Jianzong in time, and it did not have time to affect the southern continent.
But there is no cover between the northern and southern continents, and the spiritual energy circulates. After the completion of the first spiritual mountain, the heavenly rules of the northern half of the continent were established, and the way the spiritual energy flowed in the entire world changed accordingly.
There is no sea of inscriptions created by the common people on the Southern Continent, and naturally there are no leylines, but the spiritual energy begins to gather on those powerful people who share the same ideals as Jianzong.
There are two saints in the south, Nansheng in the east, Emperor Xuan in the west, and Tianbo in the sea. Their cultivation has risen with the tide, and they have reached the full moon state one after another.
Kunlun was formed under the impetus of people. Jianzong became "full moon" because Kunlun Mountain fell to the ground. The other four fairy mountains were based on this.
Nowadays, Taoism teaches that "there are three thousand ways, and all paths lead to the same goal", because those who have different paths are almost all eliminated in that era. These losers' hearts are broken, their true energy is plundered, and their remaining spiritual consciousness refuses to dissipate, and they become miasmas or go crazy, nourishing the shadows under the feet of every Taoist-the demons in their hearts.
"Monster" was born from this.
Lin Chi wrote: The source of the world's rules and inscriptions is in the Kunlun Mountains, in the mirror. Senior Lancang wanted to use this to modify the rules of the sky and disperse Lancang's spiritual energy.
Xi Ping: "..."
But what a coincidence, the group of demons were sealed in the soul-returning vortex next door.