A deep passage appeared in front of everyone.
The layout of this passage is somewhat familiar, as if it is the same as the demonic sect ruins at the bottom of the Moming Lake, but it is slightly different. On the shimmering stone wall, there are countless statues of people inscribed with weird ancient costumes, all of them hideous and stern, staring at the door.
A depressed and dull breath emanated from the passage. I felt a trace of coolness on my body. The spirit-devouring blood drops in my body seemed to sense something. I became restless and a little excited. I quickly calmed this with Sihu Qi Qi. Hot.
Murong Baiyun looked at the passage coldly, not afraid, holding a long sword and stepping in. The martial arts sects slightly relied on their martial arts masters, and followed him more than ten feet behind him.
It was evening, and the sky was overcast.
As soon as Murong Baiyun took three or four steps, the statue on the stone wall seemed to have a feeling, as if it was about to take the wall.
A faint light shot out from the eyes of the statue on the left side of the stone wall, as if a ghost saw through the world, with a trace of pity, it came out of the passageway, and Murong Baiyun was the first among them.
Arriving three or four feet in front of Murong Baiyun's body, Murong Baiyun's Blue Nightmare sword shone with a bright light, and a sword struck it, and the dark light was cut into two segments, making a screaming screaming sound.
Murong Baiyun snorted, pretending to be a ghost!
This screaming sound seemed to have awakened nearly a hundred stone statues on the stone wall. They opened their eyes one after another, with anger, fear and cruel bloody killing intent.
Murong Baiyun said, it's just a broken Hundred Ghosts Night Formation, still wanting to trap someone? Two hundred years ago, Lu Chunyang killed you with a single sword. I don't mind letting you die again, and your souls are scattered!
Inside the passage, there was a feeling of depression, which made it impossible for everyone to take a step forward. Ghosts cry and howling wolves began to sound in the passage, and a number of ghostly black shadows floated out of the stone wall, imagining various visions, and rushing towards Murong Baiyun.
The white light of the Blue Nightmare sword in Murong Baiyun's hand soared, and a faint light was emitted from his body. A handprint formed with the fingers of his left hand.
The several shadows that rushed to the front were split into two, screamed, and dispersed. The secret passage became extremely noisy, screaming, howling wolves, and screams of ghosts were endless, and everyone seemed to be in eighteen layers of hell.
More and more shadows broke away from the stone wall and rushed up desperately.
Every time Murong Baiyun took a step forward, he swung a sword, and his aura became more and more fierce.
Murong Baiyun was unmoved and walked forward unhurriedly. When he came to the middle of the passage, Murong Baiyun seemed to sense something and stopped suddenly.
A sigh came from the end of the tunnel.
A huge statue at the end of the stone wall opened its eyes. At the end of the darkness, two dark red lights lit up, and a mutilated figure slowly floated out of the stone wall.
The phantoms that had fled around suddenly fell silent, and they attached themselves to the afterimage one after another. The afterimage's body gradually became clear, imagining the appearance of a human being more than two feet tall, holding an illusory snake-shaped weapon, and standing at the end of the passage like a heavenly general.
The figure drew his weapon in one fell swoop and pointed at Murong Baiyun obliquely.
Murong Baiyun's face was calm, with a whistle, and suddenly speeding up. The white light on his body made an afterimage in the passage. The blue night sword was radiant and jumped more than three feet high in the sky, piercing the dark figure with his head.
One sword fell into nothingness.
The figure shook slightly, Murong Baiyun missed a hit, and quickly retreated five or six feet.
Murong Baiyun said word by word, the clouds in the sky looked like white clothes, and the beard changed like a grey dog. Murong Baiyun's figure moved slightly, and the Blue Nightmare Sword trembled at a very high frequency in his hand, and the glowing white light was flickering and dimming.
Suddenly, Murong Baiyun's hair and beard were all gone, and his figure made one illusion as two, two illusions as four, and four illusions as eight.
In the passage, there were eight Murong Baiyun figures, and the eight figures displayed eight different sword moves, floating in the air, attacking the phantom from different angles.
Kongtong Liuhexi and the deadly master of Emei faction are too shocked, said three thousand swords!
There are three thousand aspects of the Buddha, and all the aspects are based on the truth. The Wanxiang Sword is the unique and unique technique of Murong Mountain Villa. It's just that from the beginning to the end, the Three Thousand Phase Sword Technique has never been present in the world, and it is unexpected that Murong Baiyun has already cultivated into eight phases.
One life two, two begets three, three begets everything. It is the most difficult way to cultivate one body into two phases. This is the change of cultivation quality, and the subsequent two births, four births, and four births eight are the second threshold. After breaking through the eight phases, the ultimate dharma phase is three thousand, but it is only quantity. Accumulation.
Xiaosheng Jianghu once studied this sword technique, and finally came to the conclusion that this technique was unworkable. But no one thought that Murong Baiyun had already practiced this sword technique to eight aspects.
It's no wonder that he spent a lot of time to seize the Supreme Sun Pill, if he really got this pill and cultivated into a three-thousand-phase sword, he would be a land immortal and not his opponent.
Eight human shadows passed through the phantom, and the eight phases merged into one, and Murong Baiyun stood proudly in the passage.
The Phantom let out a scream of unwillingness, and the red eyes gradually dimmed, and nearly a hundred afterimages fled one after another, trying to escape to the statue in the stone wall.
Puff puff puff.
A scream of screams sounded, and nearly a hundred ghosts of afterimages flew and annihilated.
Murong Baiyun broke the enemy with one move, and everyone was astonished. I found that his right hand holding the Blue Nightmare Sword trembled slightly, which obviously consumed a great deal of cultivation. However, within a few breaths, Murong Baiyun looked the same.
Hyakki Yexing Array, but so.
After all, came to the end of the passage, climbed up the steps, and came to the demon sect altar, the temple of light.
Seeing Murong Baiyun showing his power, Qunhao hurriedly followed, lest he miss this inhuman battle.
Beneath the dome, two seven-eight-foot-high statues, one black and one white, stand in the main hall of Guangming. The black statues are magnificent, and the white stone statues are kind and eye-catching. They are the two true gods of Manichaeism, the dark god and the light god.
Below the two idols is a black lotus throne.
A woman in purple with a peerless appearance sits on the throne, with a calm face looking at Murong Baiyun. It is the little witch Ji Junbi that I miss day and night. The two elders of the demon sect, the eight hermits in Shi Fang, and the wife who had just mopped the floor were left and right.
A warm feeling surged in my heart, and I took a step forward slightly. Ji Junbi felt instinctive, glanced at me, smiled slightly, and shook his head again, beckoning me not to go there.
Ji Junbi looked at Murong Baiyun calmly, you finally came.
Murong Baiyun came to the main hall, holding a sword in his right hand, with one hand behind his back, and asked, where is your master
The browless ghost of the second elder of the demon sect smiled and said, where is your wife
Murong Baiyun was taken aback, what
The paralyzed face said hehe, Murong Little Fox is so rude, and when he sees the saint, he asks the Demon Lord how to drive. Isn’t this asking him knowingly? You know that Mozun's old man is not in Mount Putuo, and he is still pretending to say hello here.
Wu Brow ghost said, yes, yes! If Mozun's old man was there, you would be eight Murong Baiyun, and you would not dare to come to my sacred altar to make trouble. To be honest, his old man is now sleeping with your wife in Murong Villa!
Facial paralysis said strangely, yes, yes! Ouyang Zhuren’s old bead is yellow and looks like a delicate skin and tender flesh. If it is me, I will love it day and night. This little fox has gone to practice some 3,000-phase sword. It’s a waste of Ouyangzhu’s good skin.
Murong Baiyun snorted coldly, full of nonsense.
When Qunhao saw the filthy language of the two elders of the Demon Cult, they accused him, Kunlun head He Daozi said, Mrs. Murong's talent is stunning, she is a martial arts heroine, you two ugly ghosts are going to defile her!
Wumei ghost curled his mouth, oh, you still speak for her, did you sleep with her? When He Daozi was robbed of white, his angry beard flew around, and he spit out.
The woman mopping the floor was furious, spitting and fined him ten yuan! While holding the mop, he waved at He Daozi. Halfway through, Murong Baiyun flicked his sleeve slightly, and the woman flew out, with blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.
Murong Baiyun laughed and said, your demon cult hurts the heavens and the loyalty, and provokes the wrath of the martial arts people. Today, the leader of the martial arts is here to seek justice for the people in the martial arts. Since the devil is not here, you are respected here again, this fairness is with you!
Ji Junbi smiled indifferently, bright and moving, saying that the words of the leader of Murong are wrong. People in my sacred religion have always been pious and law-abiding, and they are responsible for being a man. The instruction is to discourage the world, actively do good, and give merits. Not long ago, he was awarded excellent by the court. The title of charitable school, the crime you just listed, we can't afford it. Dare to ask the leader of Murong, can my sage seize your field in the martial arts, or rob your wife and daughter
I smiled secretly. In the past, Ji Junbi was famous for being fierce and ruthless. I didn't expect to see her in more than half a year. She changed into a purple dress to become so sharp, not afraid to talk with Murong Baiyun, and couldn't help but smile.
Before Murong Baiyun could speak, Kunlun sent He Daozi to curse, demon cult evildoers, everyone is punishable, the leader and this little witch are talking nonsense, everyone goes together and chopped them off!
Ji Junbi said, with a long sleeve lightly covering the corner of his mouth, he smiled and said, this should be the head of the Kunlun school He Daohe, right? Head He has been operating in the Northwest for many years, but he didn't think that martial arts had not improved, and his lip service had also regressed. It doesn't make sense to speak.
He Daozi cursed, what more is there to talk about with you, a demon girl
Ji Junbi nodded, and that's right, since you don't make sense, our sacred religion naturally won't make sense. I would like to ask the head of He, how long have you been walking from Kunlun to Mount Putuo
Why are you asking this
Ji Junbi said, I’m not worried that your Kunlun faction will have no successor. You bought a candied haws early on the first day of the first lunar month, and bid farewell to your illegitimate son He Damai, who was six and three months old. Demon, you have to buy the most delicious candied haws from Jiangnan, right
He Daozi's face changed, how do you know
Ji Junbi smiled and said with a smile, the head of He is a cultivator outside the world, but he married a concubine under the Kunlun Fairy Mountain and gave birth to a fat boy. Our sacred church heard that he likes to eat candied haws, so why As soon as the head of the head walked away, the Qinglong hall master of our sacred church picked up fresh pomegranates picked from the south of the Yangtze River and sent them to the noble school. I was thinking, if that thing is so sour, will it hurt your teeth
He Daozi sat on the ground like a frustrated ball.