"Ahem, cough, cough......" Suddenly there was a violent coughing sound from the wooden house, and everyone was shocked, and hurriedly ran in. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Master......" Qi Xuan came to the old man's bed in an arrow step, looking at the old man's dry appearance, his throat couldn't help choking.

When they saw the white cloth stained with black blood in the old man's hand, the eyes of Zhao He and the others moistened.

"Master, I'll tell you a good news, Senior Brother Qi Xuan, he has broken through to the middle stage of the True Qi Realm, and he has also practiced to the second level!" Zhao He barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and said with a pretended to be relaxed.

Hearing this, the old man only showed a smile on his face, and did not appear to be very happy, and then he sighed deeply.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Zhao He asked, looking at the old man's appearance.

"Zhao He, is there any news of the Seven Major Factions recently?" the old man said.

"According to the report from the disciple in front, the Seven Great Sects are only a hundred miles away from here. But I don't know why, they always stop and stop along the way, and the situation is very weird!"

"Oh?" the old man frowned deeply when he heard Zhao He's words, and fell into deep contemplation.

"Master, do you know something?"

"I'm not sure yet, but if it's really what I think, it's ...... Ahem, ahem, the form is not optimistic!" the old man's expression was very solemn.

Seeing the old man's dignified appearance, everyone's hearts tightened, and they didn't speak, silently waiting for the old man's next words.

"In the first battle of the year, only six of the heads of the seven major factions came, and you all know this except Qi Xuan!"

When the seven major factions besieged the Hengyue faction back then, it was true that only the heads of the six major factions came, and Zhao He and others knew about this situation.

Later, I personally went down the mountain to investigate, and found out that the reason why the absent head did not come was because he was practicing an extremely strange exercise. Now that so many years have passed, I estimate that the exercises he has practiced are almost complete!"

"I guess the reason why the seven major factions stop and go is because it has something to do with this person. ”

"Could it be that these few days are just the critical juncture of his practice?" Zhao He frowned, thinking slightly.

"Nine times out of ten. ”

"Master, what kind of exercise is that that makes you so jealous!"

"It is said that this is a kind of evil skill called Yin Sha Gong from the exotic land of the southern Xinjiang of the mainland, which specializes in controlling the Yin and evil spirits between heaven and earth to attack, and if the attacked person is unfortunate enough to let the Yin Sha enter the body, the essence of the whole body will be drained away, and it will become a dry corpse in the blink of an eye. The cultivation method of this evil skill is extremely cruel, and it can only be practiced by using fresh human blood as a guide every day to attract the yin and evil qi between heaven and earth into the body. Those who practice this evil practice will also have to endure great suffering, not only will they have to endure the pain of devouring their bodies every day, but they will also become neither human nor ghostly. ”

Everyone couldn't help but shudder when they heard this, they had never heard of the evil skill that needed to be cultivated with fresh human blood. They can imagine that person has been cultivating this evil skill for many years, and the human blood he has swallowed is estimated to be converging into a stream formed by blood.

"After practicing to the highest level of Yin Sha Gong, the cultivator will become the Yin Demon King, and his personality will become extremely cruel and bloodthirsty. ”

"Isn't there a way to deal with it?" Hearing this, everyone was finally moved, Zhao He glanced at Xuan Zhen and the others, and asked worriedly.

"Yin Sha Gong is a kind of evil skill that is extremely yin and evil, and to restrain him, he can only use the practice of being yang and strong. And slashing the air belongs to the most yang and rigid combat skills!" the old man said leisurely.

"That little junior brother ......," Zhao He hurriedly said, but he was interrupted by the old man before he could finish his words.

"Yes, Qi Xuan has practiced to become the second weight of slashing the air, but this is far from enough. In terms of realm alone, Qi Xuan is far from him, if the estimate is good, he has now reached the middle stage of the Voyeur Martial Realm. If he really cultivated to the realm of the Yin Demon King, he would not be able to restrain him by slashing the void alone. ”

The old man's body had deteriorated and weakened since he was poisoned, and at this time he had said so many words in one breath that he finally couldn't help coughing violently.

"Ahem, Zhao He, there's one thing I need you to do. After a long time, the old man stopped coughing, wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth with a white cloth before speaking.

"Judging from what you just said about the seven major factions that are now stop-and-go, he probably hasn't reached the realm of the Yin Demon King yet, but it should be only a few days. You go down the mountain tonight to investigate, and we'll take care of it. ”

"Qi Xuan, you continue to cultivate here, I have my own arrangements!"

"Have all the organs on the mountain been deployed?" the old man looked at a few Hengyue Sect elders.

"Master, don't worry, it's all arranged!"

"Okay, that's it, Qi Xuan stays, you all go to your own business!"

After Zhao He and the others left, the old man struggled to stand up, and Qi Xuan hurriedly stepped forward to support him when he saw this.

"Help me get outside!"

Qi Xuan helped the old man slowly walk outside the wooden house, the old man took a deep breath, and then pushed Qi Xuan away.

"Cutting the third weight, the knife can be sent at will, in fact, it is about a kind of enlightenment!" The old man didn't wait for Qi Xuan to speak, and said slowly.

"Next, all you have to do is to quietly contemplate the third level of enlightenment, whether or not you can contemplate the third level before the arrival of the seven great sects depends entirely on your own creation. ”

After the old man finished speaking, his whole temperament changed sharply, and he completely lost the weak state he had before, a strong sword intent emanated from him, and his dim and cloudy eyes suddenly became brighter.

"Look into my eyes!" the old man shouted, and Qi Xuan hurriedly did so.

As soon as Qi Xuan's eyes came into contact with the old man's gaze, his heart was shocked, and his eyes immediately felt a pinprick pain, and a mysterious knife intent shot out from the old man's eyes and transmitted to his mind through his eyes.

It's a wonderful feeling, ethereal, sometimes like a gentle stream, sometimes like a monstrous wave. Qi Xuan tried hard to capture this feeling, but this feeling was like an antelope hanging its horns, flashing away, nowhere to be found.

Under this feeling, Qi Xuan couldn't help but feel a burst of upset, his chaotic mind suddenly lost his mind, and the sharp knife intent was like a real sharp knife that was about to cut his whole person open. His eyes began to flow blood.

"Put aside all distractions and feel with your heart!" the old man shouted violently when he saw this.

The old man's shout, like a Sanskrit sound, woke up Qi Xuan, who was about to go mad, and he hurriedly put aside all distracting thoughts, no longer trying to capture that mysterious feeling, and completely let go of the whole person, letting the knife intent wander in his mind.

As time slowly passed, the knife-like pain at the beginning gradually dissipated, and was replaced by a more wonderful feeling, in which Qi Xuan seemed to be lost in a thick fog, with no end in sight.

"Some things are like sand in your fingers, and the more you try to grab them, the more you can't hold them. On the contrary, when you spread out your palms, the sand does not run through your fingers. The old man's words slowly sounded in Qi Xuan's ears.

Hearing the old man's words, Qi Xuan's mind became even more relaxed, and slowly the whole person merged into this mysterious feeling.

Feeling Qi Xuan's state, the old man felt a burst of relief in his heart.

After a long time, the old man shook violently, and his body shook for a while before falling to the ground, and that mysterious feeling immediately disappeared from Qi Xuan's mind.

When Qi Xuan woke up from this feeling, he exclaimed in surprise and pounced on the old man.

"Master, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Qi Xuan's voice trembled, and he suddenly felt a kind of fear, the kind of fear that only comes when someone is about to be lost, and this fear is full of endless emptiness.

"I ...... I...... Temporarily...... You can't die yet!Hurry up and comprehend the sword intent just now!" The old man's voice was extremely weak, but it was full of meaning that could not be refused.

"But master, you ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, the knife intent is fleeting, don't waste a piece of hard work!" the old man suddenly became stern, and there was a slight anger in his tone, and he began to cough again.

Qi Xuan glanced at him very reluctantly, and finally closed his eyes and began to relive the feeling just now.

As night fell, a slightly cold wind blew.

When the stars filled the starry sky, Zhao He's figure flashed and swept down the mountain like lightning.