The fifteenth episode (middle) mocks the wind and springs, and the eyes are shocked by the mutation, and the blood contract soul seal escapes from death

"Huh?" Shi Nianyuan felt a slight vibration on the ground for a moment, since stepping on the Immortal Dao, the six senses have been strengthened, and the spiritual consciousness has been born, this kind of illusion that was common before stepping on the Immortal Dao has not happened for a long time.

"The three major illusions of otaku, the mobile phone vibrates, someone knocks on the door, the goddess loves me......" Shi Nianyuan thought that the strange silence here gave him the illusion that he had not seen for a long time, and shook his head and said that only he could understand the stalk and laugh at himself.

However, in an instant, the sky shook, and those strange white jade slabs were strangely one by one. Shi Nianyuan was stunned, and immediately bent down and hugged a piece of white jade slab tightly.

A desolate and ancient spiritual pressure gushes out from under each white jade slab, the spiritual pressure is not malicious, so there is only a spiritual level and no physical sense of oppression, this spiritual pressure seems to be endless, under the spiritual pressure drumming, the fog rises in the sky. Shi Nianyuan sensed a mysterious spiritual power enveloping him, and he seemed to live in a bubble. Then, the bubble of spiritual power flew off the ground with itself.

Shi Nianyuan flew higher and higher in the face full of shock, and the fog was also blown away by the desolate ancient spiritual pressure, as it gradually rose, Shi Nianyuan, who looked down at the bottom, gradually opened his mouth, and it was estimated that there would be no problem to stuff one or two eggs.

"This, this, this...... This fucking ......" Shi Nianyuan's voice stammered, Shi Nianyuan, who had been carried to a high place by the spiritual power bubble, finally knew why those white jade slabs were so weird......

"Scales...... Scales...... Grass...... "......The mist gradually rose and dissipated, revealing the "earth" where Shi Nianyuan was standing just now. A scaly claw that was supposed to belong to a reptile revealed in the mist.

Similar to the speed at which the clouds dissipated, the speed of the spiritual power bubble gradually increased. Shi Nianyuan compared his body shape with the "White Jade Slate", and the scale claw was no less than a thousand miles in size.

What kind of creature can have scales and claws of this size?

Shi Nianyuan was shocked beyond measure, when the head as big as a mountain appeared in front of Shi Nianyuan's eyes, Shi Nianyuan's legs were soft, his breathing was stagnant, one hand trembling and pointing ahead, and his mouth let out a groan.

The clouds and mist dispersed, and a head as big as a mountain appeared in front of Shi Nianyuan, its shape was like a crocodile, but the corners of the mouth had two whiskers fluttering, and the top of the head was more grandiose horns, and the lower part of the neck was still shrouded in the boundless mist, unable to see clearly.

"That's it...... Hug...... Dragon ......"

The dragon beast stared at Shi Nianyuan with a pair of strange eyes, its eyes were like a whirlpool of dark clouds and mist, breathtaking, the electric snake appeared and disappeared from time to time, Shi Nianyuan only glanced at it, as if he saw the birth and death of the galaxy, suddenly had a headache, and his physical strength involuntarily impacted and reverberated in the meridians, and the qi and blood surged, and he spit out a mouthful of blood directly with a "poof".

Shi Nianyuan hurriedly looked away and looked at the white jade-like scales on his long neck.

"My name, Mocking Wind. A voice sounded in Shi Nian's sea of vision, and it was plausible with the way Poria used Tianxin Consciousness to talk to herself.

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"Eighteen weapons are nine short and nine long, and swords are one of the nine short. The knife is single-edged, the attack is mainly chopping, etc., domineering and fierce, the range of moves is large, the attack is powerful, correspondingly, and the defense is slightly weaker. The sword opens with two edges, and the attack is mainly stabbed, agile and fast, compared to the knife moves, the sword moves are treacherous and changeable. The rugged man sat in front of the bonfire roasting the pheasant, talking non-stop, and staring at the roasted pheasant: "What is the first of the nine short swords, the sword has always been different." In the old man's view, the blade is for cutting, it must be strong, the sword has two edges, the body must be thin, and the sword of the same weight has the advantage of power because of the thick ridge and thin blade. ”

The rugged man sprinkled spices on the roast chicken and continued to chant: "Of course, the sword is straight and pointed, horizontal and vertical can hurt people, and stabbing can penetrate the armor, and it is born to kill." Grass ......" The stick of the wild pheasant in the hand of the rough man was roasted by the fire, and the roast chicken fell into the ashes, so he quickly picked it up with a curse, tore off a piece and tasted it, and the oil stains stuck to the beard: "Hey, little lady, come, accompany the old man to eat something first." ”

Holding a wide-backed machete, Liu Shisu, who was practicing chopping at the banyan wood, replied: "Master eat first, Shisu is still twenty-one short." ”

"Who the hell is your master? Wang Hu tore off a piece of chicken ribs and put a difficult leg aside, took out a wine bag from his bag, opened the lid and drank it.

Liu Shisu meticulously cut a hundred times, and then walked to the bonfire, Wang Hu glanced at Liu Shisu tiger mouth blister, and pointed to the pheasant meat left for Liu Shisu next to the bonfire.

"Thank you, Master. Liu Shisu picked up the chicken leg and ate the small jasper.

"Damn, how many times have you said it, don't call the old man master. You call it like that, how can the old man be able to pull down his skin to look at your stiff chest?" Wang Hu took a bite of the chicken and drank a big sip of stuffy wine.

Liu Shisu was thin and small, and he slashed a hundred times with that wide back, naturally drenched in sweat, and his chest was soaked with sweat, clinging to his towering chest. Hearing what Wang Hu said, Liu Zisu smiled and said, "Master Li said that Zisu is only the master's order along the way. If Master really wants to see it, Zisu will take off his clothes. ”

"Phew-I really don't know how Li Cripple taught you on weekdays, it's inexplicable. Wang Hu threw a wine bag at Liu Zisu: "Drink!"

As long as Liu Shisu is stained with a little wine, his face will be flushed, and in the beating light of the fire, it is even more pitiful, Wang Hu threw a piece of wood into the fire: "How many of you are now?"

Of course, Liu Zisu knew that Wang Hu was asking about the hundred ghosts, and he had been instructed by Li Cripple, but Liu Zisu did not hide it: "Twenty-six." ”

"Oh. ”

The rugged man looked to the north, was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: "What do you think......" Wang Hu paused: "How is the eldest young master?"

Liu Zisu recalled the young man who threw the long sword in front of him in the Heavenly Canyon, and shook his head: "Zisu doesn't dare to comment on it. ”

"Sigh ......" Wang Hu took another sip of wine: "The old man spent ten years casting a sword, and he always had to understand whether the sword master was worthy of it." ”

"Worthy of it!" Liu Zisu nodded vigorously.

Wang Hu felt bored, waved his hand in disgust and said: "It's funny to talk to you, a dead man who has been brainwashed and cleaned, about these fart." ”

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"This place is one of the Nine Springs set up by the Ancestral Dragon of the Rain-Covered Continent. With the words of the mocking wind, Shi Nianyuan looked around, and all the fog dissipated.

The majestic body of the mocking wind is completely revealed, and under the long neck, it is a beast body like a lion and tiger, with wings on its back, four legs, hooves under its feet, fins next to its hooves, and its tail is longer than the torso.

The mocking wind is suspended above the void, and it can be said that it is a world below, with endless mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, but there is no sign of living activities, and what is even more mysterious is that this world is only black and white, like an infinite three-dimensional ink.

"Cultivating a monk who grabs the spiritual power of heaven and earth can be called a monk, and the cultivation of a monk is to integrate his body into the cycle of heaven and earth and steal the breath of heaven and earth, so a monk is really a thief of stealing the sky. ”

"The spiritual power of heaven and earth is endlessly born with the breath of heaven and earth, however, the more many monks, the higher their cultivation, the faster they steal, and the excessive harvesting will be exhausted. Eight thousand years ago, the ancestral dragon preached, discovered the secret of the birth and death of heaven and earth, in order to prevent the monks from over-exploiting the heaven and earth, leading to the coming of the end of the world, so he ordered the dragon clan in the ancient era to hide, and began to lay out the Nine Sons Spring. ”

"After eight thousand years, the Nine Sons Spring was finally formed, and it was divided into nine directions of the Covered Rain Continent, suppressing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and suppressing the cultivation speed of the living beings in the Covered Rain Continent. In the past 8,000 years, the human race has stood out from the contention of hundreds of races, and the three emperors and five emperors have reached a consensus with the ancestral dragon to jointly create the Tower of Babel. ”

Shi Nianyuan listened to the mocking words, his brows furrowed, and his statement was not the same as what he had heard from the old Taoist priest Zhao Qianzi before.

"Two thousand years ago, the ancestral dragon could not continue to resist the rules of heaven and earth, and was forcibly sucked into the immortal path by the rules of heaven and earth. ”

"Nine Sons Spring...... Loose seals...... Artifact of Creation ...... Tower of Babel...... Three Emperors and Five Emperors...... The Silence of the End......" Shi Nianyuan listened attentively here, and the words of the mocking wind suddenly became intermittent, and the huge figure suddenly flickered vaguely.

"Horse ...... Mosaic?" Shi Nianyuan muttered in a stunned voice.

The spiritual power bubble that enveloped Shi Nianyuan cracked, and the spiritual light flickered and flickered, taking Shi Nianyuan and quickly falling towards the ink world.

Shi Nianyuan was lucky, or this wisp of mocking remnant soul was quite reliable, and the spiritual power bubble was full of cracks when Shi Nianyuan was sent to the ground of the ink world.

Shi Nianyuan stood on a mountainside, stepping on the ground of the ink world, as if stepping on the seventy-two hanging peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, the ground would ripple with spiritual power, Shi Nianyuan leaned over to take a closer look, and then extended his spiritual sense.

"Spirit Forbidden ......" Shi Nianyuan walked to the unknown ink tree next to him and stroked it, and then touched a big stone next to the tree: "It's all Spirit Forbidden ......"

Shi Nianyuan looked at the endless world of ink and was terrified.

"The hologram of the mocking wind, how about it...... "Shi Nianyuan shook his head and walked along the mountain path sketched in ink.

Not long after, Shi Nianyuan encountered a mountain spring, approached and wanted to put his hand into the spring to test it, when his fingers entered the water, he blinked his eyes, retracted his fingers, took out his Hidden Blade and probed in, the ink spring water was really like a real spring, bypassing the Hidden Blade and flowing, Shi Nianyuan stretched out his spiritual sense.

"Pure spiritual power...... I can feel that the seventy-two hanging peaks of the Tianshan Mountains are pure and pure, but ...... It's a little strange...... "Shi Nianyuan's heart moved, and he found a spirit storage gourd from the Sumeru ring and put it in the spring water to hold it.

"Can't hold it......" Shi Nianyuan weighed it in his mind, still didn't dare to try to refine this strange spiritual power, seeing Ling Xing scattering a few small ink stones on the edge of the spring, Shi Nianyuan picked one up and held it in the palm of his hand to observe it carefully.

"Huh?" The ink stone suddenly disappeared in the palm of his hand after a few breaths, and reappeared in its original position.

Shi Nianyuan stood up and walked aimlessly.

"Listening to the words of the mocking hologram, this should be one of the Nine Sons Spring, the Nine Sons Memories Spring is set up to suppress the spiritual power of heaven and earth, it shouldn't be the kind of murderous place, in this kind of inexplicable place, you can catch a cold, but there is no one to collect the corpse...... The pit daddy mocked the wind and said that suddenly the snowflake mosaic ...... Uh, his father is Zulong, listening to what he said just now, no matter how you look at it, it is also one more kind of father's son......" Shi Nianyuan was chattering while thinking about how to leave.

"Mocking Wind did mention the concept of dimensional gates...... Since it's a door, there has to be an entry and exit, right? The problem is that this ghost place doesn't know how vast it is, and I don't know what the dimensional gate looks like...... Since the mocking wind has put me here, I hope it means something and not a convenient ......."

Shi Nianyuan climbed a mountain peak along the ink mountain road, and on the top of the mountain, an ancient pine tree was born on the cliff. Shi Nianyuan walked under the ancient pine and looked into the distance, and a big river was raging in front of him.

Shi Nianyuan doesn't know much about the spirit forbidden, but he still has some knowledge of painting: "The ink color is full of spirit, and the charm is deep. However, for ink paintings, the realm is too real and the meaning is lacking. ”

Shi Nianyuan suddenly stumbled, and while holding the tree with his hands, he hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power to stabilize his body with his feet, and the ground suddenly shook slightly.

"it! Come again! What is it this time?" Shi Nianyuan looked left and right, and on a higher mountain peak nearby, the ink color on the top of the mountain was blurred, and there was a rumbling sound, and the ink vapor rose, and then, a stream of bright red magma suddenly rushed out, and this bright color was particularly abrupt in this black and white world.

The incomparably rich spiritual power paved the surface, Shi Nianyuan looked at the mountain peak with frightened eyes, and a dull rumble came from afar, and then, there was a sudden explosion, and the sound made Shi Nianyuan's ears, which had been strengthened by spiritual power, temporarily deaf, and his head buzzed and sat on the ground. A section on the top of the mountain splattered directly in all directions like a splash of ink, accompanied by a cloud of ink mushrooms, and an even more surging stream of bright red magma erupted.

"Volcano...... Outbreak?"

Shi Nianyuan saw that the ink color of the ancient pine beside him was gradually blurred as if soaked in water, in vain, his right foot suddenly felt like stepping on the air, Shi Nianyuan hurriedly flashed a step sideways, staring at the place where Fang Cai was standing, the original ink painting in the world of ink and wash, grass and wood, under a closer look, it was an extremely complex and exquisite spirit forbidden pattern, and now those patterns were constantly distorted as if they were alive, and there was a crack where Fang was standing, the hole inside the crack was pitch black, I don't know where it leads, and those constantly distorted spirit forbidden patterns are constantly flying and wrapping, stitching the crack together。

Shi Nianyuan looked at the surrounding scenery in a vague state, and cracks of different sizes also appeared in the rest of the places, looking away from the side of the volcano, the ink was relatively stable.

Shi Nianyuan suddenly activated the spiritual power around his body, burst out with the fastest speed he could have, and cursed as he ran: "Grass...... Grass you mother......"

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