Suddenly, the old man's eyes flashed coldly, he looked out of the doorway, doubts flashed on his face, and he turned indifferent: "It's night, the disciples of the Seven Xuanzong should have dispersed, and you should also go back to the Moon Peak, don't lead your master to come here to find you, just demolish my stone house, these wines, I'm afraid they will be smashed." ”

Hearing the old man's words, for a long time, the woman hummed, seemed to have something to think about, turned around slowly, and left.

"The wind is not found, if you are there, remember! When he sees him one day, I will cut off your feet, so that this world will not be able to go again! The woman walked away and shouted resentfully, but the voice echoed throughout the Burial Sword Valley for a long time.

The old man stood outside the stone house, but ignored the echoing voice of the woman in the valley, just looked at Zhang Mingxin, frowning his gray eyebrows.

The old man slowly approached Zhang Mingxin, squatted down, gently touched Zhang Mingxin's shoulder with one hand, and immediately let go like lightning.

In Zhang Mingxin's mouth, a stream of black blood slowly flowed out, flowing down his chest and falling on the animal skin coat.

"It's like this for everyone, if you don't chop wood and chop wood well, you will only steal wine and cause trouble, one almost killed someone, and one of you lacks a soul and runs to the ghost valley to ask for a sword." The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, as if he was angry and complaining.

"It's good now, I also said that the sword didn't ask for it, and I don't know how many swords I brought back with me, even if it is the first ancestor of the Seven Xuanzong, who is it, who is that? That's it, I can't save you anyway! I wasted a jar of good wine, and I knew I had drunk it. ”

The old man stood up and walked towards the stone house, walked two steps, and there was a bang behind him, but it was Zhang Ming's heart that hit the ground downward, his feet were still crossed, and his posture was strange.

The old man was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "You can't touch it, you can't touch it, a few disciples, it's better than those thousands of evil ghosts drilling on me, drinking and drinking!" ”

The figure of the bent back old man finally entered the stone house.

Under the moon, Zhang Mingxin was half-sitting and half-lying, his body was motionless, but there was a trace of black blood in the air, but it was a long stream.

When Zhang Mingxin was meditating, he felt that something was wrong, and as soon as he inhaled his breath, a chaotic explosion suddenly exploded in his brain, and he seemed to have no consciousness at all, and his hands and feet, even his body, and his lungs and intestines were no longer felt.

In the eyes, it is visible, but what is seen is strange, six white selves, surrounded by two black selves, among the crowd, there is a black peach pit the size of a wine jar in the center of the crowd.

What's even more strange is that those eight people, if they want to move, some people will move on their behalf, and if they want to laugh, some people will laugh on their behalf.

Those eight people seemed to be themselves.

Or, those eight people, it's themselves!

And what he saw in his own eyes was as if it was seen by these eight people.

Outside of the eight people, countless seven-colored flying swords were flying around.

Suddenly, a red flying sword seemed to be unstoppable, lightning struck, slashed at a white self, and cut a hole raw, the white of the mouth seemed to be taken away by the sword, and the sword left a piece of red, above the incision.

Pain, I don't know where the pain is, Zhang Mingxin felt extremely painful, but he couldn't feel the pain anywhere in his body, the flying sword cut off his own waist in white, but his own pain was nowhere to be found.

There are countless flying swords in the sky, as if they are going to smash all themselves, surging together, the swords have seven colors, and the one-color flying swords only attack one white self.

On his white body, large and small incisions kept appearing, and the incisions were dyed the color of the sword.

Soon, the six white bodies of themselves, I don't know whether the incisions are thousands, or thousands, are all broken, but they can still stand and move without hindrance.

Zhang Ming's heart screamed in pain, but he couldn't scream, the empty and real pain seemed to be himself, he could only accept it silently, and he was unconscious, he could no longer faint, he could only watch the six white selves being cut and chopped by countless swords. Then, there is endless suffering.

The two black selves, but they did not receive a sword, Zhang Mingxin asked him to block the flying sword, but the flying sword passed through the black self, there was no incision, and it could not be blocked.

Those flying swords seem to be only for the white self.

There is a purple sword, but it does not attack the white man, and it circles around, as if it is looking for a target, but it cannot be found.

In the end, the purple swords fought with each other, swords and swords collided, one sword and one sword collided, and they became a sword with a hilt in front and back, and more swords touched together, and finally, it became a huge purple sword ball, and it was constantly expanding.

When the purple sword ball was formed, Zhang Mingxin's incomparably endless pain seemed to have a few more points, another layer.

In the pain, Zhang Mingxin struggled, and the six themselves struggled.

Zhang Mingxin asked the six white whites to avoid the flying swords, and there were countless flying swords, how could they avoid them.

Zhang Mingxin let the six whites resist the flying sword by themselves, and the flying sword slashed, and no matter how he blocked it, he was cut off a piece of white.

The purple sword ball also seemed to be struggling, dodging, and resisting.

I don't know when, Zhang Mingxin saw that everywhere was full of seven-colored gas like smoke clouds.

Between the flying swords of the seven-colored sword, the seven-colored qi will be scattered between the attacks on oneself.

It was the purple flying swords, when they touched each other, the purple that drifted away was more and more abundant.

Zhang Mingxin can't think about that, because it's not himself who thinks about it.

Zhang Mingxin knew what it was, it was the same thing as the wood grain in the endless wood, and it was the thing that made the endless wood grow.

That is the aura of heaven and earth.

The aura in the wood is not endless, and there is no color,

In other words, these seven-colored qi are the refined heaven and earth aura, or true qi.

Zhang Mingxin didn't know why, but suddenly he could know that it was the aura of heaven and earth, and that was the true qi.

It seems that this is what you should know, and that is, yes.

At this time, you should meditate, induce qi, refine qi, and cultivate the Taishang Xuanyuan Jue.

Zhang Mingxin made all of himself, white and black, do the same.

Each of the various colors of heaven and earth true qi is introduced into each of its six own bodies, and it operates and refines in the meridians in the body, and then sinks into the dantian.

The six white selves, each with a color of aura, have changed their colors from light to heavy.

The two black selves, but they can't attract the aura, they just meditate in a daze, just like the previous self, unable to feel the aura of heaven and earth.

The purple sword ball also seemed to be meditating, and it was also attracting spiritual energy into the body, but it was attracting purple spiritual energy.

The countless flying swords were still attacking themselves, but they were no longer cutting, but stabbing at the six bodies of themselves, and after they pierced, they didn't fly anymore, they stabbed like that.

Zhang Mingxin looked at the six himself, turning into six sword balls of various colors, which was no longer his appearance.

What can be done is to let the six of them meditate and cultivate, but they are no longer themselves, they are already sword balls.

When the self in the sword ball can no longer carry the seven-colored aura floating in the sky, the sword ball carries the aura for the white self.

Those auras wrapped around the sword ball, in the gap between the sword and the sword.

I don't know how long it has been, Zhang Mingxin, who has been constantly suffering endless pain, has no sense of time, it seems to be one day, two days, one month, one year, or a hundred years......

All the swords are gone.

The six white selves are also gone.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple.

There were only seven huge sword balls wrapped around various colored aura, a hundred times the size of Bai's own.

At this time, Zhang Mingxin, when he let the sword ball move, the sword ball only rolled, and the purple sword ball was the same, which could make it move.

The white self is gone.

The swords on the sword ball still trembled.

And the pain, at last, stopped.

When the pain stopped, Zhang Mingxin's consciousness returned, he felt that his body was all there, and when he opened his eyes, he screamed.

With one mouth, one scream, and then one close, you can eat a mouthful of blood.

A very wise person once asked, there is a way to exchange blood in the world, so if the blood you spit out, if it is non-poisonous and clean, and then swallow it yourself, will you cure your own injuries? No one could answer.

At least, Zhang Mingxin vomited out the blood and soil, then sat up again, looked at a wine jar on the ground, and shouted again, as if he wanted to call out all the pain that Bai Bai had suffered.

There are also people who are brilliant and enlightened, when it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and it hurts if it doesn't hurt, so why bother screaming? Someone lifted up his palm and tried his best to slap his left cheek, but his face was crooked and he exclaimed, and the man said, "You should laugh and fight me with the right cheek."

"The sun has not yet risen! It's a ghost screaming! and chop wood! "I don't know when, the master is already standing in the doorway, his eyes are open, and there are two things in his nose that he doesn't know.

Zhang Mingxin stopped shouting, looked at Master, and then looked at the puddle of blood and soil on the ground, and asked in fear: "Master, what is on the ground, like this...... So...... Fishy smell. ”

Master smiled, looked up at the sky, and said for a long time: "Old Seven, that's just, you are lying there, vomiting some blood, or there is still some in your stomach, or in your nose and mouth, or it may be that you are drowning at night, it is hard to say, it is difficult to say. ”

Zhang Ming's heart trembled, he shouted again, his body stood up, but his body was much lighter, his hands and feet did not hurt, and the injuries on his body seemed to be all good.

Zhang Ming didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly took the things needed to cut wood, and ran towards the lake, and the running disease was much faster than before, almost like a jump.

After the master, he put his hand on the object in his nose and said, "When you return in the middle of the day, take some pure land and cover it, and the wind blows into the house, and the smell is some, well, a little unpleasant. Also, wash your body cleanly, and your clothes, preferably, too. ”

Zhang Mingxin ran empty-footed, remembering that yesterday, he fell into the lake down the mountain, and he was troubled, but he forgot to wear even the shoes placed by the lake.

When he arrived at the lake, Zhang Mingxin glanced at it, the cloth shoes were still there, and no one would ask for them, but the shoes were covered with dust, and they seemed to be covered with a thick layer of soil. I thought to myself, although people have come and gone in the past two days, how can there be such a big dust.

didn't think much about it, when he arrived at the lake, put things down, and Zhang Mingxin jumped into the lake.

A thick stream of black water tumbled and splashed out from where Zhang Mingxin jumped into, and then scattered in all directions. The boy swam to the lake, and the lake water suddenly showed a black stain.

In the stone house, the old man leaned against the wall, touched his beloved gourd, did not drink, snorted coldly, and said to himself: "Baby gourd, you will be empty again." Blame that little child, lying down for a month, although it was fine, it just cost me dozens of cans of wine, baby, when will I be able to fill you up again. Hey......"