"... Song Zhenren?" Xie Bian's eyes lit up, as if he had been illuminated by a ray of light.
Xu Zhinan was slightly stunned, no matter what he would have never imagined that Song Chungui, who had already stolen his golden core and ruined his lifelong cultivation, dared to appear in front of him, dared to look directly into his eyes, and looked like he had already Reinvigorate and even bring so many people to fight him again.
A mortal who doesn't even have a Dan, why? !
"Song Zhenren, how is your body?" Xie Bian saw that Song Chungui had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. Even if he had a good elixir, the wound that had been dug out would not be able to fully recover.
Song Chungui waved his hand to stop the disciple who was pushing the wheelchair for him, and with his only hand, holding the sword on the ground, he stood up slowly and slowly.
Everyone looked at him with bated breath, watching Song Chungui, the Guwu sword who was once famous in the world of cultivating immortals, and now he could barely stand up by himself.
His figure shook several times, and he finally stood up straight amidst everyone's worries.
Song Chungui nodded to Xie Bian, and said calmly: "Bai Xianjun, I have lost the golden elixir, and my body is still weak, but it will get better." His face was tired, but his eyes were particularly clear, it was not just a decoration. He is light, and he does not hide his frustration and loneliness, but all his emotions are open and accessible, as if he is showing everyone the process of healing a serious injury, pain to pain, and strength to strength.
Xie Bian was speechless for a moment. At this moment, he couldn't help but imagine that if instead of being poached of his golden elixir, his hard work all his life would not only be wiped out, but also become a stepping stone for the wicked, would he be able to stand up again
How many people in this world can stand up again.
Song Chungui said slowly: "You don't need to be too sad for me. I, Song, was born with incompleteness, but even if I am incomplete, it doesn't prevent me from becoming an adult. Now that I don't have the golden elixir, I have no chance of immortality, but I can still cultivate. You can still dance the sword, and you can still be the first in the world. The way is in the heart, not in the dantian."
"It's a good sentence 'Tao is in the heart, not in the dantian'. We admire Song Zhenren's open-mindedness." Xie Bian felt a sudden respect in his heart. He had very contradictory thoughts about Song Chungui before. His stupid loyalty and filial piety to Li Buyu, now that I think about it, only a person like Song Chungui who carries out his heart from the beginning to the end can really keep his heart, even if he loses all his cultivation, he can still say such a grand Magnificent words.
"Senior Brother Song, everyone is following you." A monk of the Wuliang Sect said sincerely, "We cultivators always talk about 'cultivating the Tao first cultivates the heart', but in fact everyone just wants to follow you." Caring about the amount of spiritual power, the level of swordsmanship, and cultivating the mind has long become empty talk. But you have lost the golden elixir, and you have not given up on yourself, and you still have to lobby for casual cultivators from all walks of life with your wounds, and jointly fight against the thieves who steal the elixir. It is the avenue of heaven and earth that establishes a heart for the world and a life for the people."
"That's right." A casual cultivator stepped forward, "There are two things I am most dissatisfied with in my life. First, the world of cultivating immortals is controlled by the so-called orthodoxy of a famous family, and everything must pay attention to one's background. Only the virtuous, not the good, only the level of cultivation, how many high-ranking children are idiots, and how many talented people have no heart and no virtue. This world of cultivating immortals has long been rotten, and it should be broken and reborn at this time."
"Yes, Master Song has lost the golden elixir, but the way is in his heart, this world must not fall into the hands of thieves who steal the elixir!"
Everyone shouted in unison, looking at Xu Zhinan's eyes, despite the fear, they did not lose their determination.
Xu Zhinan looked around at the crowd, and smiled angrily: "Okay, very good, if you don't want to reshape the world of cultivating immortals with me, I won't force it, so I will send you to Netherworld. The turmoil there must have just ended, and everything is waiting to be done. You can come in handy."
Song Chungui drew out his sword with a "shua" sound: "Bai Xianjun and the others are not fighting alone, today the world of cultivating immortals will clean up the roots and eradicate your cancer!" A large number of monks rushed to Luojinwu.
Xu Zhinan gave orders to the disciples of the Chunyang Sect: "Kill them."
All the disciples hesitated or flinched, they looked at each other, hesitating, no one moved first.
Xu Zhinan sternly said: "Kill them!" With a big wave of his hand, the golden jade clothes on his body emitted bursts of golden light, his body swelled accordingly, and finally turned into a giant in golden armor, facing the cultivator rushing up and down with the Golden Crow .
Some of the disciples of the Chunyang sect followed Xu Zhinan to the challenge, but more people stood still, as if they were waiting for them to decide the winner first.
A big battle officially started in Luojinwu.
With Xie Bian and Fan Wuzhen as the formation, more than a dozen swordsmen launched a fierce attack on Xu Zhinan, raiding his joints, arteries and other vital points from all angles, but Xu Zhinan's body was indestructible, and ordinary swords could not hurt him at all. Like a person who repelled mosquitoes, he defeated the monks who surrounded him and attacked one by one.
After several battles, those who were still willing to fight against Xu Zhinan at this time had already put their life and death aside, even if they were forced to retreat by Xu Zhinan, they would quickly rush up again, relying on the number of people, making them overwhelmed.
And among those Chunyang Sect disciples, there are indeed those who are willing to follow Xu Zhinan, but from the number of people, it can be seen that he has lost all support, and more people are waiting to vote for the winning side, so this battle, even if it is In his lair of the Pure Yang Sect, it seemed more like he was fighting alone.
But Xu Zhinan's power is far beyond everyone's imagination. While fighting fiercely with all the swordsmen, he can also summon snowy owls. The fire-type skills of the Chunyang Sect and the ice-type skills of the Cangyumen are extremely incompatible. He was able to use ice spells because he was using Qi Mengsheng's body. Now that he has changed into a body with pure yang skills, he can even control the magic weapon of Cangyumen, which shows his profound cultivation.
Although everyone tried their best, the battle turned against Xu Zhinan again. The crusaders suffered heavy casualties, while Xu Zhinan only suffered some skin trauma. His body was a real golden city soup pool, indestructible.
Everyone was dead and wounded, looking at this impeccable golden-armored giant, they only thought that even if they fought to the end of their lives, it would be difficult to save the defeat. From the moment Xu Zhinan occupied Qi Mengsheng's body to do evil, they fought several times, but they never really won against this person.
Is it going to be like this? Could it be that the world of cultivating immortals is about to fall into the hands of a pill thief
Xie Bian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, recklessly hollowed out his dantian, and injected spiritual power into the sword. He knew that this might be his last sword.
Suddenly, something flew out of his Qiankun bag, he subconsciously grabbed it, but was in vain, turned his head suddenly, and saw that day's talisman was already held by Fan Wuxi, exuding a strange black death aura .
"you… "
Fan Wuxi's eyes quickly blackened: "Why waste this time, let me make a quick decision."
Jie Bian closed his eyes, opened them again, his pupils were full of painful struggles, and he said in a trembling voice: "Wuxie, if after this battle, your demons suddenly arise, this time I will... take you with me. "
Fan Wuxi hooked his lips and smiled: "It's a deal."
"No need." A cold voice poured into the chaotic battlefield, like a cool wind blowing from a glacier valley, accompanied by a crystal-like arrow, which shot towards Xu Zhinan at a speed that was hard for the naked eye to see temples.
Xu Zhinan has already broken through the immortal fire. Even though his body has become so huge, his speed is still astonishingly fast. He could dodge it, but he didn't. She let the arrow shoot herself, as if it was just to show everyone his strength There is no flaw in the body, and from the despair on the faces, the pleasure of victory is seized.
The ice arrow only pierced Xu Zhinan's flesh with half of its scissors, and it couldn't penetrate any further.
Xu Zhinan looked down at Qi Mengsheng who had shot the arrow, slowly pulled out the arrow, and threw it at her feet, his eyes were even darker and colder.
Qi Mengsheng looked up at him, his voice was flat and quiet, but there was a rush of rain: "Let's stop here."