Xi Ping frantically looked for the exit on the celestial artifact: "Master let me out... Master!"
Zhixiu lost his voice.
Zhao Ting wove a net that covered the sky and covered the sky, trying to trap the monster in the East China Sea.
"Master..." The "leaf" of ascending to the spiritual rank is just a leaf, which is blown to this side in the raging waves of the sea.
Xi Ping inside is like a hydrangea under the cat's paw, rolling so hard that he can't find where his head is. Through the fairy artifact, he felt the weak but firm sword energy like a mayfly shaking a tree in the East China Sea.
Xi Ping shut his mouth suddenly, and let the fairy weapon throw him around without discerning things.
There were bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and all thoughts in his heart were empty in an instant, except for one thing: I don't.
With the same thought, a lyre emerged from his hands out of thin air. I don't know if it was affected by the sword energy left on him by the sword cultivator, but the body of the zither is narrow, and it looks like a sword at first glance. There is no qin inscription yet, and the end is glowing with white light, as if waiting for the master The first piece of Wen Wen's song is to characterize its strings.
Are you upright, or are you slanting your sword
or…
Xi Ping looked at his natal magic weapon expressionlessly for a moment, then he picked up the nameless piano and swung it fiercely at the fairy weapon that trapped him.
Ask your mother, let me out!
The body of the qin collided with the Immortal Artifact of Shengling, and there was an earth-shattering cry, and with a sound of "嘡", the seven strings trembled.
Xi Ping himself felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer on his chest, and his throat felt fishy.
But he ignored it.
This arrogant and indulgent young master never refused to be honest and obedient. His father had held up the family law for twenty years and hadn't spelled it out, let alone a good-tempered master who would only punish him for sweeping snow no matter how angry he was
The natal magic weapon is connected and closely related to the owner's mind. Some are artifacts that are entangled with the fate of the owner. When they reach a certain level, they will be refined into magical artifacts, such as Zhao Ting; Every arrow shot is his own spirit.
There has never been a natal artifact in the world that has been treated like this by its master right after it was born.
Xi Ping knows that as long as his own people don't die, the natal magic weapon will not be damaged. Although with his cultivation base, he definitely can't break open the fairy artifact that ascends to the spiritual level, but this green fairy artifact has a mild spirituality, and it seems to come from the same source as the protective heart lotus he gave to the third brother. It is obviously a protection against evil spirits It is unlikely that the person it protects will be trapped in it.
So he didn't hesitate, one after another, he used the zither to hit the fairy weapon that trapped him.
For thousands of years, it was the soil cultivated by the immortal mountains. Eight hundred years ago, it was the cause of Emperor Wu's planting.
So what if the country is destroyed, can the demon species be born out of nothing
Nanhe was bewildered by the gold-plated moon, Lancang did it on his own, Renzong was nothing!
Why should his master clean up this evil result.
Just because those lunatics are blowing the lamps and waxes and kicking the pot
What is the fate of gods and demons who bully the weak and fear the hard, if you have the ability, you can whip the corpse!
For a moment, he couldn't figure out the cause and effect, and he didn't know who to hate, so he could only vent his anger on the fairy weapon that trapped him.
The strings splattered wildly, Xi Ping spit out a mouthful of blood, the body of the qin was stained with blood, the white light dissipated quickly, and a silver inscription painted on iron and silver hooks emerged from the tail of the qin.
Ming said Tai Sui.
The qin hit the body-protecting fairy again, and the endless stringed sound of "hum" actually penetrated the fairy ascending spirit and the altar of thousands of struggling people.
There was a loud noise in Wei Cheng's ear, which instantly overwhelmed the roar of the sea, almost deafening her.
The chord sounded like a hook pierced into her chest, hung her bloody heart up, choked it in her throat, and ignited her full of grief and indignation. It's more choking than the chimneys in the southern suburbs, more choking than the fire that burned Mouse Lane.
At the same time, the sound of smashing the piano and dropping the strings was heard in the world, and everyone who touched the reincarnation tree and prayed for the appearance of the evil god heard it at the same time.
His anger passed through the altar of thousands of people and was magnified thousands of times.
Some people covered their ears in pain and wailed loudly, while others clenched the murder weapon with red eyes.
In a secluded town in Guzhou, a boy with a stained face threw himself next to a laborer who was beaten to death by a yamen servant. The deceased may be his father, brother, teacher, or even his mother... Half of the head was blasted off by the blunderbuss, and he was already invisible, and only one eye that refused to rest in peace was left on the half-shattered face.
The young man opened his mouth, unable to yell, the "Safe and Well Card" made of reincarnated wood slipped out of his shirt, and was stained with blood, which failed to keep him safe. He heard an angry heartbeat, he didn't know whether it came from his chest, or it resonated with others, and the sound of smashing the piano sounded like sparks falling into oil.
With a loud cry, the young man rushed towards the yamen servant who fired the gun, and raised the iron rod in his hand.
The yamen servant who fired the gun couldn't help feeling weak, backed away in a panic, and pulled the trigger indiscriminately. The misfired blunderbuss knocked sand and stones away, and was cut off by the iron rod, and the iron rod of revenge was swung on the yamen servant's head.
With a click of "嘡", the iron rod of the poor boy and the Tai Sui Qin on the East China Sea smashed on the prison that trapped them.
Shengling's fairy artifact didn't move at all, but the mortal government servant fell down.
The yamen servant's companion turned pale with fright, and fired a shot at the boy holding the iron bar in a panic, and the boy fell to the ground without saying a word.
"嘡"—
Amidst the endless roar, a shovel flew over and smashed the murderer away.
Then someone picked up the gun of the dead yamen servant and fired at the other side.
The devil wants to go to the sky, and the catastrophe wants to fall to the ground.
The herds of cattle and sheep raised their iron hooves, and the tigers and wolves trembled.
The Guzhou mob rebelled.
The Tai Sui Qin on the East China Sea sparked on the fairy artifact, a signal bomb in the Suling factory area drew blood in the air, and shirtless workers rushed towards the high threshold like a tide.
The insurmountable inscription was dim, and the half-gray spirit stones bounced around on the damaged magic circle, and were trampled into the mud without hesitation by countless straw sandals.
Then Yuzhou, Jingzhou... and even Ning'an.
The dragon veins of Jinping City are in jeopardy.
The chaotic strings of the Tai Sui Qin even spread to the bottom of the East China Sea, where they were revived with their necks strangled like a reincarnated wooden water ghost.
The ancient monster flicked aside the almost unsustainable sword, and the irresistible demonic energy rolled over to the sword repairer who dared to trip his footsteps.
"Two hundred years ago, you ordered tens of thousands of people to follow you, so you defended Jinping City under the sword of Lancang with a mortal body." The monster said with compassion, "Two hundred years later, you will still be you. But it's gone."
"The heaven and the earth have the same power, but the heroes are not free when they are transported..."
At the same time, Zhi Xiu heard the shocking sound of smashing the zither, his already slack consciousness was suddenly in a trance in the violent chaotic sound, and a series of pictures flashed in front of his eyes very quickly, that is the future!
Si Ming's lineage is incompatible with the Dao of the Sword, and he was not a swordsman in the first place. Zhixiu is a maverick, except for dealing with the karma taught by his master when he was young, he spends most of his time groping for himself. He has never been very good at observing luck and judging good or bad.
However, Xu Shi, the only living creature on Feiqiong Peak, was so involved with him that Zhi Xiu had a glimpse of Xi Ping's life at that very moment.
It was a shocking misguided path. He was carrying an evil way that would not be tolerated by the world. He spent his whole life crossing the catastrophe, smashing and reshaping it for the catastrophe, and finally became a catastrophe himself.
No one can pull him back on track.
no…
Come back to me boy.
The fairy weapon that trapped Xi Ping finally backed down in his terrible struggle, and a tiny crack was smashed by the piano tail.
Qin Ming's "Tai Sui" stabbed Zhixiu Lingtai like a needle.
I said no!
The big demon swung his palm out, didn't even bother to give another look, turned and went to the sea.
However, he was taken aback for a moment.
The Lingshi mountain sealed in Wuduhai suddenly collapsed, and thousands of catties of Lingshi fell to the ground, and they were already shattered into ashes together with Shixue.
In the sea water, Nan Sheng's face was actually scattered by this sword energy.
That was the middle stage of ascension... no, the late stage of ascension, a sword that could almost push back the cicada's slough by leapfrogging!
Cracks appeared on Zhao Ting's sword body.
Zhixiu's meridians were almost numb by the aura, but there was no pain on his face, and the hand holding the sword remained motionless: "Bastard!"
The next moment, the soul-returning vortex reappeared in the East China Sea.
Numerous vortexes surrounded Zhi Xiu, and each vortex had a monster's face on it.
Many faces of Nan Sheng stared at the sword repairer on the bottom of the sea in amazement, and said in unison: "Hey, the sword intent has changed."
He was originally a hero at the end of the road, facing confrontation directly, but he wanted to be ashamed of his heart.
Regardless of success or failure, he died in a martyrdom, and his exchanges were frank.
However, with that sword just now, he picked up his obsession again. That sword seemed to be slashing towards a certain fate, with the meaning of immortality, and accidentally closed the trap of "commanding fate".
When a person's cultivation has reached the stage of ascension to the spirit, not to mention becoming a stubborn old man, he has already been finalized. He was able to change his sword intent before the battle and force a level!
Does a pair of looking up eyes actually have such power
"Interesting." Thousands of mouths spoke at the same time, and the ancient monster saw this little Ascending Spirit Sword Cultivator in his eyes, "Your name is Zhi Jingzhai."
Zhi Xiu's figure in the water was suddenly divided into hundreds and thousands, and Zhao Ting's sword energy was everywhere.
The vortex continued to expand, and was forced back by the wrestling sword intent. The sea water rolled up a thousand murderous intentions, smashing the figures and sword shadows who were confronting each other into pieces.
Zhi Xiu's sword shadow kept disappearing, but it was annihilated and regenerated... The figure's body was wounded more and more, and the cracks on the sword became more and more dense.
The entire bottom of the East China Sea was covered with sword marks, and it was scraped into the shape of a lone peak on a snow mountain.
The desperate sword intent, ignoring the realm, passed through the gap where Xi Ping smashed the fairy weapon, and bumped into the traitor head-on. Xi Ping was startled, and the hostile Tai Sui Qin dissipated in his palm.
Xi Ping suddenly lost his balance, fell face down into the fairy artifact, and was splashed all over by the seeping sea water.
He instinctively stretched out his hand to support it, and the remaining sword energy was still swirling in the sea water, cutting a light and shallow wound on the palm of his hand.
Xi Ping, who had almost broken his breastbone just now, felt pain, he withdrew his hand with a "hiss", and raised his head in astonishment... as if he had been slapped on the palm by his master.
Slander and reputation, kindness and resentment, teachers and friends and enemies, smoothness and bumps, joy and injustice are all the swords and axes imposed by fate.
No matter where you are drawn by it, you should be like a rock, unmoved.
This is the path that his master introduced to him.
Xi Ping's boiling consciousness was awakened by the splash of sea water, along the reincarnation tree, the whistling noise poured into his ears. At the same time, he felt the faint gap between himself and Reincarnation Wood... Master put a restriction there.
Xi Ping is very understanding, and he knew the master's concern and protection after only meeting the ban.
He thought: Since no matter what fate is, one should have a firm heart, so what is the difference between a smooth path and a wrong path
What is the difference between love and hate
No one can arrange for him, not Liang Chen and the heart demon, not Jiang Li and the third brother... nor the master.
The first sound of the Tai Sui Qin, Xi Ping broke Zhi Xiu's restraint directly from inside, and the noise in his ears suddenly became countless times louder. Wood.
Someone noticed it almost instantly, and Zhang Jue, the great elder of Siming, fell in front of a reincarnation tree with the white smoke, and reached out to touch the trunk with a solemn expression.
A few phantoms landed beside him immediately, and one of them said in a deep voice, "Yuan Hui?"
Xi Ping directly included the total time seal into the altar, and covered it on the spirit base. The total time seal was broken into scum, and Xi Ping's entire portrait was randomly crushed into a ball.
Reborn wood is easy to grow and not mature, and likes to grow randomly in the cracks of cliffs and rocks. The seal of sharing this time is only preserved on Xiping Lingji for a moment, and all the reincarnated trees in the world "share this time" for a moment, which is enough for cicadas.
The robbery clouds in the East China Sea rolled, and the whirlpools gathered together.
The 800-year-old resentment soared into the sky, and all the faces of the people who died on the altar appeared on the whirlpool, roaring and crashing into Zhao Tingjian.
The Zhaoting sword shattered in response to the sound, but the light of the sword did not disperse, cutting off the vortex in the middle.
The figure of the demon head who was about to break free from the sea stopped, and the next moment, the reincarnated wood forest caught Jianxiu's sinking body, and the three existing elders of Xuanyin Mountain flew out of the reincarnated wood forest, and shot at the same time, alive and well. This sea area will be separated from the world for a short time.
Time and space froze, and the catastrophe bell rang.