The leader forgives his sins.
Before the secret discussion, the evil Buddha of Nanming who had been away for a long time finally returned to Cold Lumber Valley.
Geng Zhao, who was worried about the final battle, was overjoyed and hurriedly summoned into the inner hall. Unexpectedly, as soon as the taciturn monk like an iron tower spoke, the first sentence was to apologize.
The previous crimes in Nanming were clear, and there were also some news in Tianluo Xiang. The two Yingxiang envoys who were attending the hall thought that he killed monks and nuns again and dared to come back to apologize. This was a crazy person!I couldn't help but change my color.In order to ask the leader to favor her grandmother, they both wanted to be the first one. Not only did they not carry weapons, they specially took a shower and dressed up and changed into new clothes. At this time, they deeply regretted that they were inconvenient to dress up, let alone fighting and fighting.
Geng Zhao smelled the smell of the fragrance and sweat were wet, and her pretty face was ashen. She refused to let the laughter and ordered them to retreat.The two could not resist, and the sound of the far away was like a fire, and they were almost knocked to the police, so they must have reported the news to grandma.
...What is the fault of the master?
He waved his hand to see the seat, but Nan Ming did not move slightly. His face was quite frost. Only the skulls between his neck were snow-white and smooth, and his iron muscles were more energetic.
I wanted to ask for help from the leader, but the teacher refused and only gave this item.Take out half of the carved copper stick from the bag.
Geng Zhao was learned about the fact that the evil Buddha of Nanming was sent to the world by the Tiangu Leiyin Academy. There is no need to say more about who the messenger who strongly praised him as the Savior of the World.However, he did not expect that the evil Buddha said goodbye that day, and turned back to the Eight Leaves of the Lotus Sect to seek this legendary monk army. If he had known that he had made this idea, Geng Zhao would have repeatedly reminded him not to say that I am the Three Vehicles of the Dharma King of this world.Judging from the results, I'm afraid that I'll say it after all.
The object is about a foot long and has a diameter of more than three inches. It is full of black gold and is engraved with simple and unusual patterns, as if it is embedded in turtle scales of different shapes and sizes. It is just a piece of smooth like a mirror in between, which can be seen almost as long as one hand holds.
What's this?Geng Zhao looked at it repeatedly, and couldn't help but feel curious.Could it be that the Lian Sect borrowed a magic weapon?
I have no idea.The eyes of the evil Buddha of Nanming were drooping, his face was gloomy and sunny, and he said in a deep voice: I asked the teacher, but I didn't know, so I just asked him to bring it.
No wonder he was so angry and guilty, Geng Zhao suddenly realized when he heard this.It seems that the Eight-Leaf Master is not easy to share. He is a good master in cultivating the problem. The only way to solve the problem is to blur it: since you have invited me, I also have a teaching. As for whether there is any connection between the two, it is not considered.
Geng Zhao was not very disappointed, so he gave a speech to comfort him: It’s okay, just look at it and you will know.How to turn on this thing?The evil Buddha's face was gloomy: The master said that it will be opened when encountering fate.This is no longer a fool, it turns out that he was completely played with.The boy didn't know how to comfort him, but he took it with him in awkward manner. In the moment when his five fingers held the smooth surface, the light in the navel was bright, and his clothes were shining. His body was filled with blood and hunched, and the skull buzzed, which made him feel strong resonance!
(Yes...it's the power of Lizhu!)
After a quick return to his senses, he saw the copper scales falling all over the ground, and the shell of the rod had broken out in response.
In the smooth copper ring in my hand, there was a roll of old paper, and the smell of charcoal in the mud spread out, as if I could smell the flowing light of time. The two carefully took it down and displayed it on the desk. They saw that the volume was filled with strange tadpoles-like characters. There were several frames of graphics that Geng Zhao looked familiar. He remembered that he had seen similar engravings on the wooden pillars of the formation made by Nie Yuse. When the Fourth Young Master entered the valley to meet Chu Xinglie, he handed the ancient scroll to Nie Er for interpretation.
This ghost thing is called "Mountain and Mountains", at least the title is written like this, using ancient scale text from the Jade Chi Dynasty. I am afraid that there is no history of more than a thousand years. It is not that your second young master bragged, and few people in the world can tell.But you guessed it right, this is indeed a formation. Although I don’t know how powerful a formation base can suppress all things in the formation, like a mountain falling down, and also keep myself out of control, like wearing a talisman... How can there be such a convenient thing in the world?Water is your fire and you, and it is your rising and you, so you let you play well.
No, there is indeed.I have experienced it myself, in the Dragon Emperor's Sacrifice Hall.As he said that, Geng Zhao took out four sword spirits from the box and pushed them to the pale young man with disbelief, looking at him firmly.If this is the basis of the formation, can you reproduce this hidden formation of the mountain?
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As the core of the formation base, the most critical sword spirit was destroyed. The mountain submerged formation originating from the sacrifice hall and the dragon breath of Weibi broke out in response to the sound, and the heavy pressure on Yin Hengye's body was immediately empty.
The old man was eager to plunder away, and the qi and blood that had just escaped from the restricted system could not breathe out the light and shadow. Nie Yuse mobilized the formation, and the air wall was swept to the edge, blocking the roar of the bursting fingers in time.
This is not a change that can be predicted in advance. Regardless of the direction or intensity of the formation, it is difficult to trap peak masters, and it is just annoying....It's so boring!Yin Hengye's eyes were about to break, his fingers were like an angry bee in the rainstorm. The narrow formation wall was squeezed and transformed by crazy and violent attacks. All the broken and loyal. Nie Yuse in the hall screamed and fell to the sky. The blood ink spread through his clothes, as if he was stormed, and there was almost no blank space left.
……Walk!Geng Zhao carried Xue Yanqing toward the inner hall. At the same time, a cold light flashed on the mountainside, and another arrow arrow went straight to the sky. The momentum was still a little slow. The thunder sounded faintly in the clouds, and the arrow seemed to be too bright, which was different from the previous one.
Shuyujie was shooting strongly, but the iron arrow failed to threaten Yin Hengye. Just as he was about to break through the wall, the evil Buddha jumped over again.Geng Zhao turned around and called out urgently: Master, no!Suddenly, the thunder burst into pieces, and the arrow on the top seemed to be hit. In an instant, it was like the sun was hanging, and it stopped for a moment, so that Yin Hengye clearly saw the arrow shape.
That's definitely not a feather arrow. If you recombinate the spear-like arrowhead, the narrow and long arrow shaft with a flat edge, and several other unusual parts, it looks more like a thin and straight sword.
Yin Hengye suddenly remembered a few fragments of fragments, about the guardian holy weapon of the Five Emperors Caves
(That's...that's Xuanmu Sword!)
The sharp shadow stuck in the clouds like a hanging needle drew light, and suddenly became a thousand shadows. Countless lights and arrows rushed down, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless. Yin Hengye, who was scattered, tried hard to break through the formation wall, and his shadow turned into a light dissipated. The evil Buddha of Nanming, who was slitting out of the corridor, stopped suddenly, and his five fingers of his right hand bent into a lion's palm, leading to a force on his shoulder and arm, and three consecutive strikes were blown out of thin air! Yin Heng could not stop the shadow of the light and transform into the shadow. He was shocked and could not avoid it. He waved his palm to deal with it. The two of them bounced away in a huge force, and Yin Hengye fell back into the yard in a panic. The huge atrium was swirled by the bee-gun fire that was shot down!
The seven holy weapons passed down from the Dao Sect were originally owned by the Dragon Emperor Iron Guard. In addition to maintaining the completeness of the true dragon, they also followed Xuanlin to the battlefield and won the decisive victory for thousands of miles. They bowed their heads in front of the blade and praised them as the most powerful in the Huanyu.This is the invincible method of the Dragon Emperor's Iron Guard.
The only archery technique in the world can open the forbidden mother of Dust, so that it can reveal its true body and show its supreme power. Among the five islands of the Imperial Cave, only the sect leader can learn it, and pass it down with two holy tools. It can be called the first of the unique skills of the word "Emperor". Its name is no longer known to the world, and Yin Hengye has read it in ancient books in Sanqi Valley.
"The snake rainbow fills the sky, and it shines together in three days"!
Geng Zhao had no time to push Xue Yanqing into the bottom of the hall and threw herself on her back.
The rumbling sound fell, countless dust and ashes were covered with heads. The entire mansion seemed to be picked up and dropped to the ground. All the connected, supported, and mounted ones were thrown away. The first half of the second entrance hall collapsed, and the courtyard was even more burned into scorched earth, leaving only smoke left at sight, like Baipin Hall destroyed by a melting soldier.
A thin and straight sword was inserted diagonally on the pile of charcoal that was slightly raised between them. The red color of the blade gradually faded, and the wisps of blue smoke reappeared. When the arrow had returned to the shape of a sword, it was hard to imagine how the shocking power of the sky-high-light bombardment was shot down like an arrow, and the blazing lightning was blown up.
When Geng Zhao saw that the jade man under her was still moving, he hurriedly pressed the side of her neck with her two fingers of food; Xue Yanqing's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't open her eyes, and the sucking and vomiting at the end of her nose was still unrecognizable. The empty hand grabbed Geng Zhao's corner of her clothes, indicating that nothing happened. Knowing that he closed his eyes and breathing to avoid being choked by Luo Hui, he seemed to be awake. Geng Zhao felt a little relieved. Seeing Nie Yuse, who was covered in blood and gray, half-sitting, he found a cover and nodded at him, afraid that he would not be able to move.
Geng Zhao endured the pain and scattered dust. He limped and crossed the bank of the mountains until the mountain wind was blown outside, and finally came back to his senses. But he saw the devastated eyes. Xuan's mother attacked covered the entire inner courtyard and burned a complete circle, so neatly that it was unreal.In the large circle with a diameter of more than six meters, everything is burnt and disfigured, like being thundered; stone paved on the ground, stone lanterns carved from blue and white jade, hard cypress and pines that can be surrounded by thick and hard cypresses, and even gold pieces used in buildings have all been leveled, and their power is comparable to gunpowder and saltpeter.
Outside the Great Circle, the collapsed inner hall porch, etc. were affected by the power of the explosion.If you are beaten up, you will definitely not be like this in front of you.
Geng Zhao hurriedly looked around and saw no trace of Yin Hengye. He was shocked by the evil Buddha and returned to the courtyard. He was able to do so with the ability of three talents and five peaks. He thought he would be unable to escape from the sky until something moved under the ruins of the courtyard gate, revealing a broken human figure.
……master!
He ran away in two steps. Regardless of the hot tiles, the young man tried his best to open the broken ruins of the man's body. He saw that the evil Buddha's chest was wide open, his stomach was broken and his intestines flowed, his burnt ribs were like a comb in the teeth, and his wound was filled with terrifying heat. Such a burning thing could kill human life on the surface of his skin, let alone it emitted from his body? The lower body melted into the ashes, making it difficult to tell the shape. Even if it was not directly hit by Xuan's mother, it would be just a short distance.
Before the Xuanmu arrow fell, Yin Hengye successfully escaped with his body technique of dividing light and turning into shadows. It was the three strikes of the lion's palm that the evil Buddha blessed him to the heart, which shocked him back to the yard, and was hit by the light of the sky-slaying arrow that fell like rain.The evil Buddha of Nanming was also bounced outside the courtyard by Yin Hengye's palm, barely saving half of his body, but only one breath was left.
What is terrible is not the heavy damage, but why he has not died.How much pain does it take to endure in order to bite the last breath and wander around the world?
Great…Master! There is no way to rescue this level of injury. Geng Zhao was panicked and could only drip blood into the wound desperately. However, the blood rich in blood essence has not dripped yet, and it is steamed by heat, which has dissipated, leaving only a bloody smell. The boy's face was covered with stains, unable to tell whether it was sweat or tears. He was cold and he was held on his wrist and felt pain in his hand bones. Even the powerful green fire true energy could not be removed. He was an evil Buddha.
Geng Zhao looked at the dying giant man and found that his eyes were clear and without anger or hatred. It can be said that he was the only transparent one he saw in his life.
Geng Zhao felt ache in his heart. He knew that he was going to say his last words, but he endured the anxiety and did not dare to disturb him. He kept silent and listened quietly.
Just three strikes were the martial arts obstacles in my life. I thought it was so early that I could not solve it. I suddenly realized it when I was in a sudden state, but it was just like this. I could be called "cutting the knife".I hope to help the leader of the league in the future and give me a thank-you gift. I hope... the leader of the league will not abandon him.
What does the master thank me?Geng Zhao was confused.
The evil Buddha smiled slightly.I am on behalf of the people... Thank the leader to enter the sea of suffering.
This is the first time Geng Zhao has seen him smile when he has seen him smile. He has never thought that this hideous face full of ghost shape and terrifyingly ugly face would have such a smile. He became more and more panicked. The compassion and apologies contained in his words made him red in his eyes.Master, don’t abandon me... I will definitely save the master!I don’t understand this sentence, and I still need the master to teach you... Master, don’t abandon me!
The evil Buddha let go with a smile, his iron palm like a palm fan hangs down, and he pulls off the neck rope, and his smooth skull bones scatter all over the ground.
The giant man held one and slowly beat it, as if he was making a sing. He closed his eyes and sang: There is no place for other mountains, and the Dharma door is empty; he killed tigers, leopards, dragons and dragons, and overturned the blood waves of the world. Get rid of it! There are Fan Lao inside and outside. How many times will the gods in the sky be buried? He laughed and said: It’s satisfying, enjoyable! Only you are a prisoner and want to do it yourself! The thunderous laugh suddenly disappeared, his eyebrows were suddenly loose, and he didn't move slightly.
Outside the West City of Yuepu, the people call it the Great Prison, not every cell can see light.This brick house, located in the patio, is only a meter square, with small iron sill windows on the tops of the three walls. During the day, there can always be light.
The brick house was originally used as a prisoner, but it was changed many times. Before it was cleared out as a prison cell, its final purpose was to pile up firewood and firewood.At this time, the four walls of the room were painted with Buddha's characters. This time, Wu Laoqi from Yuepu Yamen led his colleagues to carefully sketch, which was incomparable to the hasty work of the internal supervisor.
Nie Mingtu was curled up on the haystack that could not be shined by the sun, wearing shackles in his hand, and a long iron chain on his left ankle was nailed to the brick wall. The circle diameter of the iron shackles was adjusted every few days, even though he was as thin as a dry bone, he could not get out of the lock. The strictness of the Western Prison is not comparable to that of the internal jails. Lord Dianwei told me that the prisoner only had a bowl of coarse grains and a cup of water every day. The prisoner did indeed implement it. He didn't even have half a flower in the water, let alone meat.
Without the reply ability of "The Green Wolf's Art", the Dantian was destroyed, and the Zhaowu Wolf Eye Nie Mingtu, who once crossed the underworld, was just an old man in his twilight years. Although the Supreme Yin Gong body that had been practicing for half a lifetime was gone, the remnants of photophobia were still there. The half-dead skinny old man closed his eyes and moved his body with instinct to avoid the sunlight pouring into the small window opposite.
Nie Mingtu thought about various endings, but he didn't expect that he would rot without dignity in such a place. Geng even arranged a doctor for him to ensure that his injuries were treated.When the yamen sentences him to prison, the bastard will definitely take any cost and teach him to stay in prison.
(Geng... Geng Zhao! The little bastard who killed thousands of swords... Grandpa and you are endless!)
The old man cursed him in his heart for many times, using all the vicious words. Half dreamed and half awake, he suddenly felt like he was in a landscape withered grass and trees withered and extinct. It seemed like a small valley, and things like the original houses seemed to be burned by fire, and it was difficult to tell the shape. A giant man in a monk's garment, with an iron-colored skin sitting cross-legged with his back, as if he was lowering his head to recite scriptures, and a buzzing whisper sounded deep in his mind. Nie Mingtu was familiar with him and couldn't help but get closer: ...Nan Ming?
The giant man did not look back, and the verse fell and suddenly laughed: Only you are a prisoner, I would like to do it yourself! He stood up and walked straight towards a halo. The ball of light was extremely dazzling, and somehow it was dazzling. Nie Mingtu looked over his eyebrows and saw a tall and thin figure in the light, with a green robe and soap boots, a long sword hanging on his waist, a ghost face of the judge in his hand, five long strands of long beards floating, but he couldn't see clearly his appearance against the light, but his figure was very familiar.
Old... old ghost?Why did you? The old man suddenly felt over and said with a strange smile: OK, Nanming, you are finished too, may you have killed you, boy Geng?It makes you lose your mind and bend your elbows outward!Whatever you do, I'm afraid of loneliness on the road to the underworld, so I'm going to find Lao Lang?Bah, I haven’t had enough fun yet, get out of here!He laughed loudly, and suddenly scolded him again, as if he was crazy.
The giant man lowered his head, as if he had recited the Buddha's name, and walked into the light with the man in green robe and long body, and never looked back from beginning to end. Nie Mingtu did not expect that the guy would not curse, nor could he curse. He picked up the broken wood and stones and threw them away, but he was still unable to relieve his hatred. He was about to chase and beat him, but the light ball suddenly disappeared. Just now, a strange red light appeared on the ground where the giant man sat cross-legged, and the grass leaves around him kept turning yellow and withering, and the birds fell and the swimming fish turned white, which was a scene of the end of the world.
Good, what baby is so powerful?
Nie Mingtu bent down and stretched out his hand. Before his fingertips could touch it, the ground had been peeled off layer by layer, revealing a bright gem as big as a pigeon egg. The red light shone the old man's expression from surprise and surprise to coveting greed.
The moment he encountered the strange stone, the countryside withered grass and yellow leaves disappeared, and replaced by the word "Sky Buddha Picture" floating in the dark void, which exudes a dazzling light. Countless words of light formed into six sides, surrounded him like cages.
In the illusion, Nie Mingtu could not close his eyes. The ubiquitous Heavenly Buddha Map turned into a pillar of light and shot into his eye sockets.He hugged his head and howled bitterly, the skull was boiling like slurry, and his palms pressing on both temples were firmly stuck by Gao Li, and he could not pull them away.
The Buddha's pictures seem to melt away all the elements in the body, and they are still insufficient. The light flows along the limbs and bones. Wherever they pass, no matter the bones, organs, or flesh, they all melt into one piece, and finally accumulate in the broken dantian, accompanied by the terrible burning pain of iron slurry entering the flesh.
Nie Mingtu couldn't count how many times he woke up after dizziness. Even in his cruel life where the wolf head looked down on the martial arts world, such pain was unique.Until he slowly regained his consciousness in cold sweat and smelled the aura of the cell mixed with the rotten grass, he couldn't believe that there was such a painful dream in the world.
The extreme pain and feeling of strength were unable to turn his neck at will, and he just stared at the fire-painted pattern on the wall in front of him. It took him a long time to remember to close his eyelids.
Hell.
The Buddhist Buddha Picture, which was engraved in the seven waters of dust in his mind, turned into golden Buddha characters, and flowed out of his head as shown in a dream.Now, the word "Tian Buddha Picture" can no longer trap him.The unique skills of the Tianguan Monk have been concocted by him for more than 30 years, and they will never solve them for no reason. According to the second half of the strange dream, the Buddhist Buddha Picture of the Fanyu may not have disappeared, but
With the feeling of being a dead horse as a living horse, Nie Mingtu secretly raised his true energy.
The meridian dantian that has not been running for a long time is like a spring that has accumulated rust and bites to death. Every movement makes him sweat so hard that he starts to sweat, but it moves solidly, without any tricks, as if something has repaired the original defects and destruction, becoming stronger and stronger, and only needs a little polishing and trimming...
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Geng Zhao knelt before the passed away evil Buddha in the South Ming, staring blankly.
I had known that there would be deaths and injuries in this battle. The evil Buddha volunteered to take the first blow, so how could he not be enlightened? It is really not better to sacrifice only one person to teach that guy to surrender. Even so, the young man was still sad and was chanting the verse of the giant man's death in a low voice. Suddenly, his heart became ominous. He turned around and made a sword of destruction and took action. The person who came to face the sword in the air and flashed back and said with a pleasant smile:
In the world where there is no use in the rest of the years, I can only sit in the temple with free time!It seems that the evil Buddha of Nanming has done too much evil in his life. Even if he turns to evil and returns to justice, he still ends up like this, which is really unbelievable.
...Yin Hengye!
Geng Zhaozi's eyes were about to split, and she was about to use it. The wind rose at the end of the green apple. Suddenly, a flower appeared in the sight of the Yin thief suddenly emerged in front of him.
Although this is extremely fast, it is not a division of light and shadow.
He fought with the sword emperor countless times in the virtual realm, and had a rough experience in dealing with the division of light and shadow. He turned over a hollow somersault, rolled on the ground, and then jumped away in an instant, changing three times, and the directions were different every time. He did it in one go without any pause, and he was extremely tricky.
The old man opened his left hand and a scorched stone on the ground bounced up like a wire tied up; he bounced his finger and the scorched stone whizzed!He shot at Geng Zhao's door, and finally the young man was in a hurry to respond. When he got up, he had already picked up half of the broken wood in his hand, and the hidden weapon was flying with fierce force. The wooden strips should also explode. The fragments splashed in front of Yin Hengye, and were popped out by him, turning into a life-threatening advantage. Geng Zhao did not dare to deal with it empty-handedly, so he often took it away, and could not even have a trace of tolerance for advance and retreat.
Yin Hengye attacked faster and faster. Geng Zhao barely blocked a hidden weapon. The remaining half-stick-like object in his hand was not yet available for replacement. He had been hit by the last two consecutive shots, and his arm swung open, revealing the empty door. Yin Hengye's wild monkey's arms were relaxed and his five fingers grabbed the air. Geng Zhao suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he was inserted into the sharp cone. He fell to the ground and twisted his lips. His lips turned pale, his heart tightening and his struggle was hard to get up, and he was no longer able to fight again.
Yin Hengye's mouth raised slightly, and he was about to step forward. Suddenly, two iron arrows shot down. One feather arrow fell between him and Geng Zhao, and the other arrow was straight in front of the half-destroyed lobby. The tail feather buzzed and shook, and the intention of the demonstration was obvious.
The old man thought, and gave up the Qixuan Alliance leader who was curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp. His figure shook slightly and he appeared in the hall the next moment, but he heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air and inserted a row along the moving lines that the old man suddenly appeared until it was blocked by the unfolding roof and the iron arrow could no longer shoot.
Even the dying Xue Nie and the others could not attract the attention of the elderly in the Confucian uniform. Yin Hengye kept walking from the porch on the right side of the hall to enter the courtyard.The mansion of Xianggong was built on the shape of a mountain. One courtyard was already higher than the other courtyard. When he reached this third step, he changed his direction and slightly penetrated into the back of the mountain. From the position of Shuyujie, he could no longer see it. There was a second Xuanmu sword in the world, which was difficult to shoot.
In Yin Hengye's mind, he never thought that Gong Gong would cooperate with Xiao Jianzhi and Geng Zhao.
If there is a news report from the palace, why should Xiao Jianzhi go to the mountains and alert the snakes and teach himself to attack early? How could he be in Shensha Valley be unprepared and caught off guard?It's simply unreasonable.With the wisdom of dragons and saints, you must not play such a bad game when you work together.
In this way, the theory of "Sword Soul to Prevent Buddha's Blood" can still be true. After searching through the scriptures, Xiao Jianzhi's desk skills were not general, and both parties found the same place.I only regret that the Geng family boy was insidious and cunning, and in turn, he used the sword spirit to activate the Dragon Breath Formation. The Dragon Emperor's Sacrifice Hall was in the Cold Furnace Valley, and it was not unimaginable that this ancestral coffin was dug out.
Yin Hengye originally thought that after creating a life-desperate vision near the residence, the blood of the Buddha should have moved to another place. After all, the battle formation is eyeless, so it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no mistakes. Until Shu Yujie was in a hurry, he shot two arrows in a row.The arrow shot between the two was to stop him from killing the leader, but what about the arrow shot in front of the hall?Why is Shu Yujie afraid that he will go in?
There is only one answer.
The blood of the Buddha in heaven is still here, but it is tightly wrapped by the green silk that has not yet been returned and hidden somewhere in this Murong private residence. After Yin Hengye carried his hands, he walked leisurely in the corridor in Sanjinyuan. He saw long scrolls of calligraphy and painting hanging in the corridor, like flag waves. The first picture was written with iron bones and hearts finally turned into ashes, and the loyalty and good deeds in Shensha Valley were lost. Two lines of big characters were painted with the burning of Baipin Hall and the confrontation between Jianshu and him. The characters and paintings were all written by Cheng Xianggong, and they were imitated vividly.
The most rare thing is that Shu Meng actually couldn't have painted such a painting. Although there was no way to copy it, the painter learned about Shu's layout, composition, and even the details of painting one or two birds or squirrels in inconspicuous places. If Yin Hengye had not been a master of calligraphy and painting, he had spent decades of hard work and research, and was also very skilled in false arts. He was afraid that he would think that Mr. Cheng Xiang had already predicted this matter hundreds of years ago, so he secretly left this picture to pass on.
In the painting, there are swords, scepters, robes, and official boots. They come out with their palms, like gods, with their five senses with great charm. Those who know them know at a glance will know, but they are cleverly reorganized and fine-tuned. The image is more than just beautified ten times? On the contrary, although Yin Hengye is also similar, his facial features and expressions are full of exaggeration and distortion, as if he has become a demon, and he will also drill out the skin. His malicious intentions are self-evident.
In addition to the poem, there are countless small regular scripts that are inclined around the pictures, with almost no white left. The densely arranged in a neat and graceful manner, with a special charm, and it is also deeply understood by the essence of Xiang Gong's body. It describes the story of Shenshagu that day, and the style of the writing is also Shu's style.
Yin Hengye looked at the past one by one. Each picture was about his unknown conspiracy. People who could learn the words of hundreds of schools to achieve such accomplishments were not the same as the number of five fingers in the world. It was obviously Xiao Jianpai was disabled and bored in house arrest and wrote to masturbate. At first, he could raise his mouth and ridicule the dragon pan so much that he could only take revenge with calligraphy and painting. At the end, the colder his face became, and he could not squeeze out a smile.
On the most conceited calligraphy and painting in Yin Hengye's life, Xiao Jianzhi had left him far away. Not only did he learn to be like him, but he completely understood Cheng Xianggong's calligraphy and painting poems. In the subjects that Shu Meng had not written, painted, or recited, he had advised him to be careless and unsatisfied. This is not an imitation, or even a tribute, but a dialogue with him. Both sides were on an equal footing, and were able to cross the hundreds of years of time, even the separation of yin and yang, and even the separation of life and death, stirring up brilliant sparks.
This is a state that he cannot reach no matter what.
Yin Hengye never understood Shu Mengkang's man.I can't understand why his gentleness is deep, how restrained he is a wild amplifier, how can he be bright and gloomy in despair... This person is full of contradictions, which is much more difficult to understand than those poets who indulge in poetry and wine, and generals who guide the country. It's simply inexplicable.
Yin Hengye refused to admit that he was not as good as Shu Menghuan until he saw this sea of hanging axles.Xiao Jianzhi's talent is no less than Shu Mengshang. He even understood him so that he could hide behind the picture and laugh at himself.
The six bright rooms in front of the hall are wide open, with four huge patterns hanging, which are airtightly arranged, namely deceiving Xuanxi Qingyu Pavilion to forge swords, planning a conspiracy of demon swords, framed the fox alien sect, and the bloody murder of Wu Tanxian Township. They are all secret and unspoken acts of Yin Hengye.
He sneered and whispered his sleeves: The good wind blows the setting sun, the flowing water leads to long chants, and those who wear furs in May should know that they will not take gold.Xiao Jian Paper Ah Xiao Jian Paper, it’s better to live than to die. Why are you doing this?When the wind swept, four long lines broke along the shaft, and brushed to the ground, revealing the empty inner hall.
The original decorations in the hall have been removed. Except for the cloud wheel seat where Xiao Jianzhi sat, there was a bamboo recliner next to it. A middle-aged man with long hair and white skin, like a zombie leaned on it, as if his limbs were not working, and his neck was difficult to turn. The backrest was carefully adjusted so that his vision could pass through the gaps in the shaft and see the scenery in the courtyard effortlessly.
Yin Hengye did not expect that there were two people behind the hiding shaft, and he did not expect that this person would be on the battlefield in person. After being stunned, he couldn't help laughing.Xiao Jianzhi, I laughed at you wrongly, you are not the one who deserves the most.Your life was also taken back from the Gate of Hell. Chu Wuming, why bother rushing to die?He turned around and looked out of the yard with exaggeration, and smiled happily:
Yes, it turns out that this is the first room in Tianzi. You two came here specially to save your life. Do you want to send me a last trip?Dreaming!His face suddenly became ferocious, and his fingers crossed. The high threshold in front of the hall burst with a bang. Countless fragments were swept into the hall by the whistling wind, and they scattered all over the ground.
Xiao Jianzhi looked indifferent and unmoved. All the wood fragments that rushed over hit the Yuntou car. His paralyzed lower body was covered by the waist-high carriage and was not injured at all.No one expected that the one who opened his mouth first was Chu Xinglie, the sword demon on the bamboo recliner.
...I have never seen you.The pale man like a zombie said slowly, although his lips and tongue were still a little inflexible, his clear eyes were cold and sharp as a sword. It was not cruel and ruthless, but was born with a sense of danger, which made people feel cold when they heard it.
We have never met in public or private.I remember walking in the world, every place I have been to and everyone I have seen is not the kind of memory that I have a 'slight impression', but every picture is like a picture, and it exists here... I raised my right arm and clicked on my forehead. Then I fell down like a force, and made a dull sound on the bamboo chair.
I am very sure that we have never met each other, and have not seen each other far away from each other, and have no common connections. We have never appeared together in a while, let alone identifying people.
The pale man looked at him coldly.
And how do you know that I am Chu Wuming?
‘Thinking and seeing the body’.Yin Hengye showed a sudden look and slapped his high-high with regret.This kind of talent is rare in the world, and in every generation, there are only one or two people born.The "Great Method of Taking the Body" in your Qigong is so evil that it can be practiced after tomorrow. No wonder, no wonder.
Chu Xinglie frowned slightly, and his lower eyelids twitched slightly, and a hint of pain suddenly appeared and disappeared on his originally calm and dead face....No wonder?
No wonder you have a hard time making it difficult for you to make it. At that time, I thought it had failed. I didn’t expect that the effect in Tianlei Village was so good. It showed the power of a knife corpse in the minds of the world, and it can still stop the child from crying at night. As he said that, he took out a small and exquisite brown cicada flute from his arms and swayed it gently. This is the "Sword Order" that drove you back then. It is not as powerful as the "Sword Order" in this life. It is better to carry it in a convenient way. For more than 30 years, I have always carried it with you in my arms, as a commemoration.
Chu Xinglie trembled violently, and his pain became even worse, but his body could not move freely, which made him twitch and tremble like a wooden carved puppet, and he couldn't bear to see it.
You...you...is you...
Is there a shortage of your image-like memory scene, like something that is being tangled into pieces. The more you want to piece it together, the more you get confused. In the end, the more you forget, the more you make it, the more you can’t even tell the truth?Yin Hengye showed a proud and cruel smile, and looked like a mouse and cat, and continued to shake the cicada flute lightly:
You were already suspicious of yourself before you headed to Tianlei Village, right? But he refused to face the terrifying idea of "I may have been tampered with by others", which may also be because he was extremely confident in his willpower, but he eventually killed two companions in Tianlei Village, ruining Qu Xianheng so much... How did you face him over the years? Did Qu Xianheng finally forgive you?
Chu Xinglie's chin was tense, his eyes were cold, and he was trembling with pain, but unfortunately he couldn't do anything.
The "Four Spirits Head" Ying Wu's junior brother, the sword demon across the East China Sea, is not everyone who can tie it to the secret dome and rub it round and flatten it.Yin Hengye seemed to be savoring it carefully, staring at his eyes with a grim smile, and said happily: Now, you should remember it?I am the one who takes you down, defeats your mind and will, and makes you into a knife and corpse.
Before the secret discussion, the evil Buddha of Nanming who had been away for a long time finally returned to Cold Lumber Valley.
Geng Zhao, who was worried about the final battle, was overjoyed and hurriedly summoned into the inner hall. Unexpectedly, as soon as the taciturn monk like an iron tower spoke, the first sentence was to apologize.
The previous crimes in Nanming were clear, and there were also some news in Tianluo Xiang. The two Yingxiang envoys who were attending the hall thought that he killed monks and nuns again and dared to come back to apologize. This was a crazy person!I couldn't help but change my color.In order to ask the leader to favor her grandmother, they both wanted to be the first one. Not only did they not carry weapons, they specially took a shower and dressed up and changed into new clothes. At this time, they deeply regretted that they were inconvenient to dress up, let alone fighting and fighting.
Geng Zhao smelled the smell of the fragrance and sweat were wet, and her pretty face was ashen. She refused to let the laughter and ordered them to retreat.The two could not resist, and the sound of the far away was like a fire, and they were almost knocked to the police, so they must have reported the news to grandma.
...What is the fault of the master?
He waved his hand to see the seat, but Nan Ming did not move slightly. His face was quite frost. Only the skulls between his neck were snow-white and smooth, and his iron muscles were more energetic.
I wanted to ask for help from the leader, but the teacher refused and only gave this item.Take out half of the carved copper stick from the bag.
Geng Zhao was learned about the fact that the evil Buddha of Nanming was sent to the world by the Tiangu Leiyin Academy. There is no need to say more about who the messenger who strongly praised him as the Savior of the World.However, he did not expect that the evil Buddha said goodbye that day, and turned back to the Eight Leaves of the Lotus Sect to seek this legendary monk army. If he had known that he had made this idea, Geng Zhao would have repeatedly reminded him not to say that I am the Three Vehicles of the Dharma King of this world.Judging from the results, I'm afraid that I'll say it after all.
The object is about a foot long and has a diameter of more than three inches. It is full of black gold and is engraved with simple and unusual patterns, as if it is embedded in turtle scales of different shapes and sizes. It is just a piece of smooth like a mirror in between, which can be seen almost as long as one hand holds.
What's this?Geng Zhao looked at it repeatedly, and couldn't help but feel curious.Could it be that the Lian Sect borrowed a magic weapon?
I have no idea.The eyes of the evil Buddha of Nanming were drooping, his face was gloomy and sunny, and he said in a deep voice: I asked the teacher, but I didn't know, so I just asked him to bring it.
No wonder he was so angry and guilty, Geng Zhao suddenly realized when he heard this.It seems that the Eight-Leaf Master is not easy to share. He is a good master in cultivating the problem. The only way to solve the problem is to blur it: since you have invited me, I also have a teaching. As for whether there is any connection between the two, it is not considered.
Geng Zhao was not very disappointed, so he gave a speech to comfort him: It’s okay, just look at it and you will know.How to turn on this thing?The evil Buddha's face was gloomy: The master said that it will be opened when encountering fate.This is no longer a fool, it turns out that he was completely played with.The boy didn't know how to comfort him, but he took it with him in awkward manner. In the moment when his five fingers held the smooth surface, the light in the navel was bright, and his clothes were shining. His body was filled with blood and hunched, and the skull buzzed, which made him feel strong resonance!
(Yes...it's the power of Lizhu!)
After a quick return to his senses, he saw the copper scales falling all over the ground, and the shell of the rod had broken out in response.
In the smooth copper ring in my hand, there was a roll of old paper, and the smell of charcoal in the mud spread out, as if I could smell the flowing light of time. The two carefully took it down and displayed it on the desk. They saw that the volume was filled with strange tadpoles-like characters. There were several frames of graphics that Geng Zhao looked familiar. He remembered that he had seen similar engravings on the wooden pillars of the formation made by Nie Yuse. When the Fourth Young Master entered the valley to meet Chu Xinglie, he handed the ancient scroll to Nie Er for interpretation.
This ghost thing is called "Mountain and Mountains", at least the title is written like this, using ancient scale text from the Jade Chi Dynasty. I am afraid that there is no history of more than a thousand years. It is not that your second young master bragged, and few people in the world can tell.But you guessed it right, this is indeed a formation. Although I don’t know how powerful a formation base can suppress all things in the formation, like a mountain falling down, and also keep myself out of control, like wearing a talisman... How can there be such a convenient thing in the world?Water is your fire and you, and it is your rising and you, so you let you play well.
No, there is indeed.I have experienced it myself, in the Dragon Emperor's Sacrifice Hall.As he said that, Geng Zhao took out four sword spirits from the box and pushed them to the pale young man with disbelief, looking at him firmly.If this is the basis of the formation, can you reproduce this hidden formation of the mountain?
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As the core of the formation base, the most critical sword spirit was destroyed. The mountain submerged formation originating from the sacrifice hall and the dragon breath of Weibi broke out in response to the sound, and the heavy pressure on Yin Hengye's body was immediately empty.
The old man was eager to plunder away, and the qi and blood that had just escaped from the restricted system could not breathe out the light and shadow. Nie Yuse mobilized the formation, and the air wall was swept to the edge, blocking the roar of the bursting fingers in time.
This is not a change that can be predicted in advance. Regardless of the direction or intensity of the formation, it is difficult to trap peak masters, and it is just annoying....It's so boring!Yin Hengye's eyes were about to break, his fingers were like an angry bee in the rainstorm. The narrow formation wall was squeezed and transformed by crazy and violent attacks. All the broken and loyal. Nie Yuse in the hall screamed and fell to the sky. The blood ink spread through his clothes, as if he was stormed, and there was almost no blank space left.
……Walk!Geng Zhao carried Xue Yanqing toward the inner hall. At the same time, a cold light flashed on the mountainside, and another arrow arrow went straight to the sky. The momentum was still a little slow. The thunder sounded faintly in the clouds, and the arrow seemed to be too bright, which was different from the previous one.
Shuyujie was shooting strongly, but the iron arrow failed to threaten Yin Hengye. Just as he was about to break through the wall, the evil Buddha jumped over again.Geng Zhao turned around and called out urgently: Master, no!Suddenly, the thunder burst into pieces, and the arrow on the top seemed to be hit. In an instant, it was like the sun was hanging, and it stopped for a moment, so that Yin Hengye clearly saw the arrow shape.
That's definitely not a feather arrow. If you recombinate the spear-like arrowhead, the narrow and long arrow shaft with a flat edge, and several other unusual parts, it looks more like a thin and straight sword.
Yin Hengye suddenly remembered a few fragments of fragments, about the guardian holy weapon of the Five Emperors Caves
(That's...that's Xuanmu Sword!)
The sharp shadow stuck in the clouds like a hanging needle drew light, and suddenly became a thousand shadows. Countless lights and arrows rushed down, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless. Yin Hengye, who was scattered, tried hard to break through the formation wall, and his shadow turned into a light dissipated. The evil Buddha of Nanming, who was slitting out of the corridor, stopped suddenly, and his five fingers of his right hand bent into a lion's palm, leading to a force on his shoulder and arm, and three consecutive strikes were blown out of thin air! Yin Heng could not stop the shadow of the light and transform into the shadow. He was shocked and could not avoid it. He waved his palm to deal with it. The two of them bounced away in a huge force, and Yin Hengye fell back into the yard in a panic. The huge atrium was swirled by the bee-gun fire that was shot down!
The seven holy weapons passed down from the Dao Sect were originally owned by the Dragon Emperor Iron Guard. In addition to maintaining the completeness of the true dragon, they also followed Xuanlin to the battlefield and won the decisive victory for thousands of miles. They bowed their heads in front of the blade and praised them as the most powerful in the Huanyu.This is the invincible method of the Dragon Emperor's Iron Guard.
The only archery technique in the world can open the forbidden mother of Dust, so that it can reveal its true body and show its supreme power. Among the five islands of the Imperial Cave, only the sect leader can learn it, and pass it down with two holy tools. It can be called the first of the unique skills of the word "Emperor". Its name is no longer known to the world, and Yin Hengye has read it in ancient books in Sanqi Valley.
"The snake rainbow fills the sky, and it shines together in three days"!
Geng Zhao had no time to push Xue Yanqing into the bottom of the hall and threw herself on her back.
The rumbling sound fell, countless dust and ashes were covered with heads. The entire mansion seemed to be picked up and dropped to the ground. All the connected, supported, and mounted ones were thrown away. The first half of the second entrance hall collapsed, and the courtyard was even more burned into scorched earth, leaving only smoke left at sight, like Baipin Hall destroyed by a melting soldier.
A thin and straight sword was inserted diagonally on the pile of charcoal that was slightly raised between them. The red color of the blade gradually faded, and the wisps of blue smoke reappeared. When the arrow had returned to the shape of a sword, it was hard to imagine how the shocking power of the sky-high-light bombardment was shot down like an arrow, and the blazing lightning was blown up.
When Geng Zhao saw that the jade man under her was still moving, he hurriedly pressed the side of her neck with her two fingers of food; Xue Yanqing's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't open her eyes, and the sucking and vomiting at the end of her nose was still unrecognizable. The empty hand grabbed Geng Zhao's corner of her clothes, indicating that nothing happened. Knowing that he closed his eyes and breathing to avoid being choked by Luo Hui, he seemed to be awake. Geng Zhao felt a little relieved. Seeing Nie Yuse, who was covered in blood and gray, half-sitting, he found a cover and nodded at him, afraid that he would not be able to move.
Geng Zhao endured the pain and scattered dust. He limped and crossed the bank of the mountains until the mountain wind was blown outside, and finally came back to his senses. But he saw the devastated eyes. Xuan's mother attacked covered the entire inner courtyard and burned a complete circle, so neatly that it was unreal.In the large circle with a diameter of more than six meters, everything is burnt and disfigured, like being thundered; stone paved on the ground, stone lanterns carved from blue and white jade, hard cypress and pines that can be surrounded by thick and hard cypresses, and even gold pieces used in buildings have all been leveled, and their power is comparable to gunpowder and saltpeter.
Outside the Great Circle, the collapsed inner hall porch, etc. were affected by the power of the explosion.If you are beaten up, you will definitely not be like this in front of you.
Geng Zhao hurriedly looked around and saw no trace of Yin Hengye. He was shocked by the evil Buddha and returned to the courtyard. He was able to do so with the ability of three talents and five peaks. He thought he would be unable to escape from the sky until something moved under the ruins of the courtyard gate, revealing a broken human figure.
……master!
He ran away in two steps. Regardless of the hot tiles, the young man tried his best to open the broken ruins of the man's body. He saw that the evil Buddha's chest was wide open, his stomach was broken and his intestines flowed, his burnt ribs were like a comb in the teeth, and his wound was filled with terrifying heat. Such a burning thing could kill human life on the surface of his skin, let alone it emitted from his body? The lower body melted into the ashes, making it difficult to tell the shape. Even if it was not directly hit by Xuan's mother, it would be just a short distance.
Before the Xuanmu arrow fell, Yin Hengye successfully escaped with his body technique of dividing light and turning into shadows. It was the three strikes of the lion's palm that the evil Buddha blessed him to the heart, which shocked him back to the yard, and was hit by the light of the sky-slaying arrow that fell like rain.The evil Buddha of Nanming was also bounced outside the courtyard by Yin Hengye's palm, barely saving half of his body, but only one breath was left.
What is terrible is not the heavy damage, but why he has not died.How much pain does it take to endure in order to bite the last breath and wander around the world?
Great…Master! There is no way to rescue this level of injury. Geng Zhao was panicked and could only drip blood into the wound desperately. However, the blood rich in blood essence has not dripped yet, and it is steamed by heat, which has dissipated, leaving only a bloody smell. The boy's face was covered with stains, unable to tell whether it was sweat or tears. He was cold and he was held on his wrist and felt pain in his hand bones. Even the powerful green fire true energy could not be removed. He was an evil Buddha.
Geng Zhao looked at the dying giant man and found that his eyes were clear and without anger or hatred. It can be said that he was the only transparent one he saw in his life.
Geng Zhao felt ache in his heart. He knew that he was going to say his last words, but he endured the anxiety and did not dare to disturb him. He kept silent and listened quietly.
Just three strikes were the martial arts obstacles in my life. I thought it was so early that I could not solve it. I suddenly realized it when I was in a sudden state, but it was just like this. I could be called "cutting the knife".I hope to help the leader of the league in the future and give me a thank-you gift. I hope... the leader of the league will not abandon him.
What does the master thank me?Geng Zhao was confused.
The evil Buddha smiled slightly.I am on behalf of the people... Thank the leader to enter the sea of suffering.
This is the first time Geng Zhao has seen him smile when he has seen him smile. He has never thought that this hideous face full of ghost shape and terrifyingly ugly face would have such a smile. He became more and more panicked. The compassion and apologies contained in his words made him red in his eyes.Master, don’t abandon me... I will definitely save the master!I don’t understand this sentence, and I still need the master to teach you... Master, don’t abandon me!
The evil Buddha let go with a smile, his iron palm like a palm fan hangs down, and he pulls off the neck rope, and his smooth skull bones scatter all over the ground.
The giant man held one and slowly beat it, as if he was making a sing. He closed his eyes and sang: There is no place for other mountains, and the Dharma door is empty; he killed tigers, leopards, dragons and dragons, and overturned the blood waves of the world. Get rid of it! There are Fan Lao inside and outside. How many times will the gods in the sky be buried? He laughed and said: It’s satisfying, enjoyable! Only you are a prisoner and want to do it yourself! The thunderous laugh suddenly disappeared, his eyebrows were suddenly loose, and he didn't move slightly.
Outside the West City of Yuepu, the people call it the Great Prison, not every cell can see light.This brick house, located in the patio, is only a meter square, with small iron sill windows on the tops of the three walls. During the day, there can always be light.
The brick house was originally used as a prisoner, but it was changed many times. Before it was cleared out as a prison cell, its final purpose was to pile up firewood and firewood.At this time, the four walls of the room were painted with Buddha's characters. This time, Wu Laoqi from Yuepu Yamen led his colleagues to carefully sketch, which was incomparable to the hasty work of the internal supervisor.
Nie Mingtu was curled up on the haystack that could not be shined by the sun, wearing shackles in his hand, and a long iron chain on his left ankle was nailed to the brick wall. The circle diameter of the iron shackles was adjusted every few days, even though he was as thin as a dry bone, he could not get out of the lock. The strictness of the Western Prison is not comparable to that of the internal jails. Lord Dianwei told me that the prisoner only had a bowl of coarse grains and a cup of water every day. The prisoner did indeed implement it. He didn't even have half a flower in the water, let alone meat.
Without the reply ability of "The Green Wolf's Art", the Dantian was destroyed, and the Zhaowu Wolf Eye Nie Mingtu, who once crossed the underworld, was just an old man in his twilight years. Although the Supreme Yin Gong body that had been practicing for half a lifetime was gone, the remnants of photophobia were still there. The half-dead skinny old man closed his eyes and moved his body with instinct to avoid the sunlight pouring into the small window opposite.
Nie Mingtu thought about various endings, but he didn't expect that he would rot without dignity in such a place. Geng even arranged a doctor for him to ensure that his injuries were treated.When the yamen sentences him to prison, the bastard will definitely take any cost and teach him to stay in prison.
(Geng... Geng Zhao! The little bastard who killed thousands of swords... Grandpa and you are endless!)
The old man cursed him in his heart for many times, using all the vicious words. Half dreamed and half awake, he suddenly felt like he was in a landscape withered grass and trees withered and extinct. It seemed like a small valley, and things like the original houses seemed to be burned by fire, and it was difficult to tell the shape. A giant man in a monk's garment, with an iron-colored skin sitting cross-legged with his back, as if he was lowering his head to recite scriptures, and a buzzing whisper sounded deep in his mind. Nie Mingtu was familiar with him and couldn't help but get closer: ...Nan Ming?
The giant man did not look back, and the verse fell and suddenly laughed: Only you are a prisoner, I would like to do it yourself! He stood up and walked straight towards a halo. The ball of light was extremely dazzling, and somehow it was dazzling. Nie Mingtu looked over his eyebrows and saw a tall and thin figure in the light, with a green robe and soap boots, a long sword hanging on his waist, a ghost face of the judge in his hand, five long strands of long beards floating, but he couldn't see clearly his appearance against the light, but his figure was very familiar.
Old... old ghost?Why did you? The old man suddenly felt over and said with a strange smile: OK, Nanming, you are finished too, may you have killed you, boy Geng?It makes you lose your mind and bend your elbows outward!Whatever you do, I'm afraid of loneliness on the road to the underworld, so I'm going to find Lao Lang?Bah, I haven’t had enough fun yet, get out of here!He laughed loudly, and suddenly scolded him again, as if he was crazy.
The giant man lowered his head, as if he had recited the Buddha's name, and walked into the light with the man in green robe and long body, and never looked back from beginning to end. Nie Mingtu did not expect that the guy would not curse, nor could he curse. He picked up the broken wood and stones and threw them away, but he was still unable to relieve his hatred. He was about to chase and beat him, but the light ball suddenly disappeared. Just now, a strange red light appeared on the ground where the giant man sat cross-legged, and the grass leaves around him kept turning yellow and withering, and the birds fell and the swimming fish turned white, which was a scene of the end of the world.
Good, what baby is so powerful?
Nie Mingtu bent down and stretched out his hand. Before his fingertips could touch it, the ground had been peeled off layer by layer, revealing a bright gem as big as a pigeon egg. The red light shone the old man's expression from surprise and surprise to coveting greed.
The moment he encountered the strange stone, the countryside withered grass and yellow leaves disappeared, and replaced by the word "Sky Buddha Picture" floating in the dark void, which exudes a dazzling light. Countless words of light formed into six sides, surrounded him like cages.
In the illusion, Nie Mingtu could not close his eyes. The ubiquitous Heavenly Buddha Map turned into a pillar of light and shot into his eye sockets.He hugged his head and howled bitterly, the skull was boiling like slurry, and his palms pressing on both temples were firmly stuck by Gao Li, and he could not pull them away.
The Buddha's pictures seem to melt away all the elements in the body, and they are still insufficient. The light flows along the limbs and bones. Wherever they pass, no matter the bones, organs, or flesh, they all melt into one piece, and finally accumulate in the broken dantian, accompanied by the terrible burning pain of iron slurry entering the flesh.
Nie Mingtu couldn't count how many times he woke up after dizziness. Even in his cruel life where the wolf head looked down on the martial arts world, such pain was unique.Until he slowly regained his consciousness in cold sweat and smelled the aura of the cell mixed with the rotten grass, he couldn't believe that there was such a painful dream in the world.
The extreme pain and feeling of strength were unable to turn his neck at will, and he just stared at the fire-painted pattern on the wall in front of him. It took him a long time to remember to close his eyelids.
Hell.
The Buddhist Buddha Picture, which was engraved in the seven waters of dust in his mind, turned into golden Buddha characters, and flowed out of his head as shown in a dream.Now, the word "Tian Buddha Picture" can no longer trap him.The unique skills of the Tianguan Monk have been concocted by him for more than 30 years, and they will never solve them for no reason. According to the second half of the strange dream, the Buddhist Buddha Picture of the Fanyu may not have disappeared, but
With the feeling of being a dead horse as a living horse, Nie Mingtu secretly raised his true energy.
The meridian dantian that has not been running for a long time is like a spring that has accumulated rust and bites to death. Every movement makes him sweat so hard that he starts to sweat, but it moves solidly, without any tricks, as if something has repaired the original defects and destruction, becoming stronger and stronger, and only needs a little polishing and trimming...
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Geng Zhao knelt before the passed away evil Buddha in the South Ming, staring blankly.
I had known that there would be deaths and injuries in this battle. The evil Buddha volunteered to take the first blow, so how could he not be enlightened? It is really not better to sacrifice only one person to teach that guy to surrender. Even so, the young man was still sad and was chanting the verse of the giant man's death in a low voice. Suddenly, his heart became ominous. He turned around and made a sword of destruction and took action. The person who came to face the sword in the air and flashed back and said with a pleasant smile:
In the world where there is no use in the rest of the years, I can only sit in the temple with free time!It seems that the evil Buddha of Nanming has done too much evil in his life. Even if he turns to evil and returns to justice, he still ends up like this, which is really unbelievable.
...Yin Hengye!
Geng Zhaozi's eyes were about to split, and she was about to use it. The wind rose at the end of the green apple. Suddenly, a flower appeared in the sight of the Yin thief suddenly emerged in front of him.
Although this is extremely fast, it is not a division of light and shadow.
He fought with the sword emperor countless times in the virtual realm, and had a rough experience in dealing with the division of light and shadow. He turned over a hollow somersault, rolled on the ground, and then jumped away in an instant, changing three times, and the directions were different every time. He did it in one go without any pause, and he was extremely tricky.
The old man opened his left hand and a scorched stone on the ground bounced up like a wire tied up; he bounced his finger and the scorched stone whizzed!He shot at Geng Zhao's door, and finally the young man was in a hurry to respond. When he got up, he had already picked up half of the broken wood in his hand, and the hidden weapon was flying with fierce force. The wooden strips should also explode. The fragments splashed in front of Yin Hengye, and were popped out by him, turning into a life-threatening advantage. Geng Zhao did not dare to deal with it empty-handedly, so he often took it away, and could not even have a trace of tolerance for advance and retreat.
Yin Hengye attacked faster and faster. Geng Zhao barely blocked a hidden weapon. The remaining half-stick-like object in his hand was not yet available for replacement. He had been hit by the last two consecutive shots, and his arm swung open, revealing the empty door. Yin Hengye's wild monkey's arms were relaxed and his five fingers grabbed the air. Geng Zhao suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he was inserted into the sharp cone. He fell to the ground and twisted his lips. His lips turned pale, his heart tightening and his struggle was hard to get up, and he was no longer able to fight again.
Yin Hengye's mouth raised slightly, and he was about to step forward. Suddenly, two iron arrows shot down. One feather arrow fell between him and Geng Zhao, and the other arrow was straight in front of the half-destroyed lobby. The tail feather buzzed and shook, and the intention of the demonstration was obvious.
The old man thought, and gave up the Qixuan Alliance leader who was curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp. His figure shook slightly and he appeared in the hall the next moment, but he heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air and inserted a row along the moving lines that the old man suddenly appeared until it was blocked by the unfolding roof and the iron arrow could no longer shoot.
Even the dying Xue Nie and the others could not attract the attention of the elderly in the Confucian uniform. Yin Hengye kept walking from the porch on the right side of the hall to enter the courtyard.The mansion of Xianggong was built on the shape of a mountain. One courtyard was already higher than the other courtyard. When he reached this third step, he changed his direction and slightly penetrated into the back of the mountain. From the position of Shuyujie, he could no longer see it. There was a second Xuanmu sword in the world, which was difficult to shoot.
In Yin Hengye's mind, he never thought that Gong Gong would cooperate with Xiao Jianzhi and Geng Zhao.
If there is a news report from the palace, why should Xiao Jianzhi go to the mountains and alert the snakes and teach himself to attack early? How could he be in Shensha Valley be unprepared and caught off guard?It's simply unreasonable.With the wisdom of dragons and saints, you must not play such a bad game when you work together.
In this way, the theory of "Sword Soul to Prevent Buddha's Blood" can still be true. After searching through the scriptures, Xiao Jianzhi's desk skills were not general, and both parties found the same place.I only regret that the Geng family boy was insidious and cunning, and in turn, he used the sword spirit to activate the Dragon Breath Formation. The Dragon Emperor's Sacrifice Hall was in the Cold Furnace Valley, and it was not unimaginable that this ancestral coffin was dug out.
Yin Hengye originally thought that after creating a life-desperate vision near the residence, the blood of the Buddha should have moved to another place. After all, the battle formation is eyeless, so it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no mistakes. Until Shu Yujie was in a hurry, he shot two arrows in a row.The arrow shot between the two was to stop him from killing the leader, but what about the arrow shot in front of the hall?Why is Shu Yujie afraid that he will go in?
There is only one answer.
The blood of the Buddha in heaven is still here, but it is tightly wrapped by the green silk that has not yet been returned and hidden somewhere in this Murong private residence. After Yin Hengye carried his hands, he walked leisurely in the corridor in Sanjinyuan. He saw long scrolls of calligraphy and painting hanging in the corridor, like flag waves. The first picture was written with iron bones and hearts finally turned into ashes, and the loyalty and good deeds in Shensha Valley were lost. Two lines of big characters were painted with the burning of Baipin Hall and the confrontation between Jianshu and him. The characters and paintings were all written by Cheng Xianggong, and they were imitated vividly.
The most rare thing is that Shu Meng actually couldn't have painted such a painting. Although there was no way to copy it, the painter learned about Shu's layout, composition, and even the details of painting one or two birds or squirrels in inconspicuous places. If Yin Hengye had not been a master of calligraphy and painting, he had spent decades of hard work and research, and was also very skilled in false arts. He was afraid that he would think that Mr. Cheng Xiang had already predicted this matter hundreds of years ago, so he secretly left this picture to pass on.
In the painting, there are swords, scepters, robes, and official boots. They come out with their palms, like gods, with their five senses with great charm. Those who know them know at a glance will know, but they are cleverly reorganized and fine-tuned. The image is more than just beautified ten times? On the contrary, although Yin Hengye is also similar, his facial features and expressions are full of exaggeration and distortion, as if he has become a demon, and he will also drill out the skin. His malicious intentions are self-evident.
In addition to the poem, there are countless small regular scripts that are inclined around the pictures, with almost no white left. The densely arranged in a neat and graceful manner, with a special charm, and it is also deeply understood by the essence of Xiang Gong's body. It describes the story of Shenshagu that day, and the style of the writing is also Shu's style.
Yin Hengye looked at the past one by one. Each picture was about his unknown conspiracy. People who could learn the words of hundreds of schools to achieve such accomplishments were not the same as the number of five fingers in the world. It was obviously Xiao Jianpai was disabled and bored in house arrest and wrote to masturbate. At first, he could raise his mouth and ridicule the dragon pan so much that he could only take revenge with calligraphy and painting. At the end, the colder his face became, and he could not squeeze out a smile.
On the most conceited calligraphy and painting in Yin Hengye's life, Xiao Jianzhi had left him far away. Not only did he learn to be like him, but he completely understood Cheng Xianggong's calligraphy and painting poems. In the subjects that Shu Meng had not written, painted, or recited, he had advised him to be careless and unsatisfied. This is not an imitation, or even a tribute, but a dialogue with him. Both sides were on an equal footing, and were able to cross the hundreds of years of time, even the separation of yin and yang, and even the separation of life and death, stirring up brilliant sparks.
This is a state that he cannot reach no matter what.
Yin Hengye never understood Shu Mengkang's man.I can't understand why his gentleness is deep, how restrained he is a wild amplifier, how can he be bright and gloomy in despair... This person is full of contradictions, which is much more difficult to understand than those poets who indulge in poetry and wine, and generals who guide the country. It's simply inexplicable.
Yin Hengye refused to admit that he was not as good as Shu Menghuan until he saw this sea of hanging axles.Xiao Jianzhi's talent is no less than Shu Mengshang. He even understood him so that he could hide behind the picture and laugh at himself.
The six bright rooms in front of the hall are wide open, with four huge patterns hanging, which are airtightly arranged, namely deceiving Xuanxi Qingyu Pavilion to forge swords, planning a conspiracy of demon swords, framed the fox alien sect, and the bloody murder of Wu Tanxian Township. They are all secret and unspoken acts of Yin Hengye.
He sneered and whispered his sleeves: The good wind blows the setting sun, the flowing water leads to long chants, and those who wear furs in May should know that they will not take gold.Xiao Jian Paper Ah Xiao Jian Paper, it’s better to live than to die. Why are you doing this?When the wind swept, four long lines broke along the shaft, and brushed to the ground, revealing the empty inner hall.
The original decorations in the hall have been removed. Except for the cloud wheel seat where Xiao Jianzhi sat, there was a bamboo recliner next to it. A middle-aged man with long hair and white skin, like a zombie leaned on it, as if his limbs were not working, and his neck was difficult to turn. The backrest was carefully adjusted so that his vision could pass through the gaps in the shaft and see the scenery in the courtyard effortlessly.
Yin Hengye did not expect that there were two people behind the hiding shaft, and he did not expect that this person would be on the battlefield in person. After being stunned, he couldn't help laughing.Xiao Jianzhi, I laughed at you wrongly, you are not the one who deserves the most.Your life was also taken back from the Gate of Hell. Chu Wuming, why bother rushing to die?He turned around and looked out of the yard with exaggeration, and smiled happily:
Yes, it turns out that this is the first room in Tianzi. You two came here specially to save your life. Do you want to send me a last trip?Dreaming!His face suddenly became ferocious, and his fingers crossed. The high threshold in front of the hall burst with a bang. Countless fragments were swept into the hall by the whistling wind, and they scattered all over the ground.
Xiao Jianzhi looked indifferent and unmoved. All the wood fragments that rushed over hit the Yuntou car. His paralyzed lower body was covered by the waist-high carriage and was not injured at all.No one expected that the one who opened his mouth first was Chu Xinglie, the sword demon on the bamboo recliner.
...I have never seen you.The pale man like a zombie said slowly, although his lips and tongue were still a little inflexible, his clear eyes were cold and sharp as a sword. It was not cruel and ruthless, but was born with a sense of danger, which made people feel cold when they heard it.
We have never met in public or private.I remember walking in the world, every place I have been to and everyone I have seen is not the kind of memory that I have a 'slight impression', but every picture is like a picture, and it exists here... I raised my right arm and clicked on my forehead. Then I fell down like a force, and made a dull sound on the bamboo chair.
I am very sure that we have never met each other, and have not seen each other far away from each other, and have no common connections. We have never appeared together in a while, let alone identifying people.
The pale man looked at him coldly.
And how do you know that I am Chu Wuming?
‘Thinking and seeing the body’.Yin Hengye showed a sudden look and slapped his high-high with regret.This kind of talent is rare in the world, and in every generation, there are only one or two people born.The "Great Method of Taking the Body" in your Qigong is so evil that it can be practiced after tomorrow. No wonder, no wonder.
Chu Xinglie frowned slightly, and his lower eyelids twitched slightly, and a hint of pain suddenly appeared and disappeared on his originally calm and dead face....No wonder?
No wonder you have a hard time making it difficult for you to make it. At that time, I thought it had failed. I didn’t expect that the effect in Tianlei Village was so good. It showed the power of a knife corpse in the minds of the world, and it can still stop the child from crying at night. As he said that, he took out a small and exquisite brown cicada flute from his arms and swayed it gently. This is the "Sword Order" that drove you back then. It is not as powerful as the "Sword Order" in this life. It is better to carry it in a convenient way. For more than 30 years, I have always carried it with you in my arms, as a commemoration.
Chu Xinglie trembled violently, and his pain became even worse, but his body could not move freely, which made him twitch and tremble like a wooden carved puppet, and he couldn't bear to see it.
You...you...is you...
Is there a shortage of your image-like memory scene, like something that is being tangled into pieces. The more you want to piece it together, the more you get confused. In the end, the more you forget, the more you make it, the more you can’t even tell the truth?Yin Hengye showed a proud and cruel smile, and looked like a mouse and cat, and continued to shake the cicada flute lightly:
You were already suspicious of yourself before you headed to Tianlei Village, right? But he refused to face the terrifying idea of "I may have been tampered with by others", which may also be because he was extremely confident in his willpower, but he eventually killed two companions in Tianlei Village, ruining Qu Xianheng so much... How did you face him over the years? Did Qu Xianheng finally forgive you?
Chu Xinglie's chin was tense, his eyes were cold, and he was trembling with pain, but unfortunately he couldn't do anything.
The "Four Spirits Head" Ying Wu's junior brother, the sword demon across the East China Sea, is not everyone who can tie it to the secret dome and rub it round and flatten it.Yin Hengye seemed to be savoring it carefully, staring at his eyes with a grim smile, and said happily: Now, you should remember it?I am the one who takes you down, defeats your mind and will, and makes you into a knife and corpse.
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