Chapter 271, ten years of life and death
Chapter 271, ten years of life and death
The mountains and rivers are exhausted, the jade is burning, and the wanderer is not forgotten...
In this life, he gave up all the qiΔ, just to protect this hometown that belonged to him, just to protect this warm homeland, but now the one qiΔ in front of him has defeated his last perseverance.
Behind him, the fierce battle was temporarily ignored by him, and the sword that forced him to die was ignored by him.
Shadow sat there as if he were dead. His eyes were blankly staring into the distance, unfocused, like some kind of gaze.
That's right, from this moment on, the flowing shadow has died, and from this moment on, the dashing and casual flowing shadow in white has died!
The heavy black began to spread across his robes, and the snow-white demeanor of an immortal was slowly disappearing, and finally all of it turned into an impenetrable thick ink. And the originally long black hair also broke free from the shackles of the bun, fluttering in the wind, and all the frost dyed white in a gust of wind...
From this moment on, there is no longer the name zΓ i liuying in the world, there is just a demon with a cold hand and a dead heart.
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The fairy sword that shone with golden light was slashed off on the head, but a slender palm abruptly pressed against the blade of the fairy sword.
That person, with shocking white hair, a body temperature as cold as frost...
Three thousand silver filaments fluttered in the wind, a black robe was unruly, there was no blood or tears in his eyes, only coldness, only madness!
"You... You, you, you! β
Even if he turned into a head of white hair, how could Elder Chen not be able to distinguish the face of the flowing shadow?
But even if it was the original uninjured Shadow Shadow, it would never be possible to block the sword attack he had done with his bare hands... Long Weitai's "Nine Heavens Imperial Sword Technique" is a rare sword mastery even if it is looking at the world, how could it be resisted by a seriously injured demon bare hand?
But that's how ridiculous things happened!
Suddenly, Elder Chen drew his sword and wanted to retreat, but no matter how he urged and used his strength. The immortal sword that he had been refining for a long time seemed to be embedded in the other party's hand, and it didn't move at all. And as he moved, the killing intent in the other party's eyes became more and more vigorous!
Suffer!
Although he didn't understand why the Flowing Shadow of a person who was almost a dead person a moment ago suddenly recovered, and even his strength increased greatly, even if he was stupid, Elder Chen understood that at this moment, this was by no means a place to stay for a long time!
Cold sweat slid down his forehead. Between life and death, Elder Chen didn't care about any merits and punishments, and directly crushed the Yu Jue who was asking for help in his own sect with a ruthless heart, and then directly spread the fairy sword to urge the secret method, trying to get out of thin air.
But the other hand shook in the void before he could move...
I didn't see the heavens and the earth change color, nor did I see the earth cracking and the sky collapsing, but in Elder Chen's eyes, this grip that looked like a joke was a veritable talisman. In this hand, even his dying screams were erased. The huge whirlpool in the void devoured him directly, only blooming a bewitching blood flower in front of the three of them...
The generation of masters of Longweitai died so unexplained...
However, no one has expected that in the area of Zhongmiaotian, the end of Longweitai has just arrived - the jade jue that was crushed by Elder Chen before his death has become the deadliest trap, and the disciples who were sent to search for it here have received signals to rush here to help, and they don't know yet, they will face it. What kind of enemy is it.
β¦ On this day, the people of Longweitai near Zhongmiaotian were swept away by the mysterious white-haired demon. Stretching for thousands of miles, there is no escape. In the end, among the people who came to the Miaotian by the order of Longweitai Tianzun, only Murong Shou and Li Muzi, who were injured at the beginning, survived.
They hid in the cave where they were hiding, and it was not until three days later that they escaped from the catastrophe, after the sword of the fairy. He didn't dare to go back and fled back to Longweitai.
And through the mouths of the two of them, they also brought this terrifying news back to the world that belongs to humans.
The news of Long Weitai's extermination of the Miaotian may not have spread among the world, but it has long been a secret among the monks, and now, something jaw-dropping has happened... It seems that there is a resurgence outside the wonderful sky, and it has set off shocking waves again! A group of people who were sent by Tianzun Beichen Yin to perform the sweeping work in the area of Zhongmiaotian were swept away by a white-haired and black-clothed demon in one day. Even Elder Chen, who had cultivated to reach the realm of liberation for a long time, was killed in the middle of a flop, and the righteous path was shaken for a moment, and it was hard to believe this appalling incident.
And right now, at the time when the Demon Sect is flourishing and fighting with the Central Plains Righteous Path every year, Tianzun Beichen Yin has just agreed to the righteous path leader Hanhai Shushan Master Taiming to participate in the grand event of punishing demons, and the world's Buddhism Wanshengyan is also involved in this matter, and at this moment, he can't take a step out to deal with the repeated things of the Miaotian...
Under such circumstances, the righteous path of the world had no choice but to send an example and recruit people with lofty ideals from all over the world to go to the wonderful sky to exterminate this demon... This battle is a full decade.
In the past ten years, in addition to the endless flames of the Central Plains, the endless war between good and evil, and the rise of heroes, this wonderful heaven has also become a veritable forbidden land in the world... In recent years, even those well-known Liberation Realm cultivators did not dare to enter the realm of the Wonderful Heaven and Earth, according to the survivors who had fought with the people in the mountains, the demon who lived in that dense forest was now inexplicably strong, and no one could beat him with a Moxue Divine Sword, and his cultivation was probably not much better than that of several famous leaders of the Righteous Path...
How can ordinary people punish such a fierce demon?
It wasn't until today, ten years later, that a young Buddha wearing a white monk's robe and holding one hundred and eight Buddha thoughts finally stepped step by step towards the forbidden place between heaven and earth.
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Ten years later, Dawang Village.
In this land where people rarely come to Middle-earth, a few years ago, there was a lively time because of the swarming cultivators. It is said that there is something terrible in this deep mountain, which is so terrible that it scares all those who come to punish the demon, and then it is snubbed again.
Dawang Village seems to have returned to the peaceful days of the past, with sunrise and sunset day after day, except for the lack of many chai men who go up the mountain to fetch firewoodβmonsters that even those fairy masters can't deal with, they naturally don't dare to provoke.
In these years, the village is full of familiar faces, and occasionally outsiders will only be some businessmen, so when the handsome monk with a delicate face walked into the village for the first time, the children and adults in the village all looked sideways, looking strange.
Most of the elders just nodded and smiled, while the children flocked to the little monk's side, begging for some food that was rare in the village, and rubbing their greasy and dirty little hands on the moon-white monk's robe, but the little monk didn't care at all, but smiled and bowed his head slightly to the children.
Along the way, all the way to play, but it does not reduce the compassion of the Buddha in the slightest.
When it came to the tea house where they rested, the boss blasted the children out of the peanuts, and with the snacks they loved on weekdays, the children naturally went happily. At this moment, the boss welcomed the little monk in with a smile and brought a cup of tea in front of him.
"Where did the master come from?"
"Amitabha"
Announcing the Buddha's name, Shan Chang stood on his chest, but the voice of the Buddha was gentle and peaceful, adding a little cordiality
"The poor monk came from Middle-earth."
There was nothing to do in the shop, and the boss was originally a good chatty master, so he naturally pulled over the bench and sat opposite the monk - although this foreign little monk was young, he had an extraordinary bearing and a good face, and he must have been from a famous family with extensive knowledge, and having the opportunity to chat with such a person can be regarded as adding a lot of talking points in the future.
"Ah, we must have something important to do here, right?" The shopkeeper shook his head, "We're in the middle of nowhere. β
When he was young, he also traveled to the Central Plains with his father who was a foot merchant, although he had not gone deep, but he had seen the prosperity of Middle-earth, in comparison, this Dawang Village was indeed remote and simple.
The Buddha smiled lightly and bowed slightly
"The heart is far away from itself, the donor, this place is quiet and beautiful, and the poor monks are even happy."
"Ha, master, you are a master in the world, where do we ordinary people have this mind? We only need three meals a day to eat and eat. β
"Peace and joy are the envy of all the people of the world." The Buddha gently twisted the rosary in his hand, and smiled without changing, "Donor, the poor monk does have something to do here, but there is something unclear, and I hope that the donor will advise." β
"Ah, the master is polite, what do you say?"
The shopkeeper is a simple and enthusiastic man, and he has a good conversation with this little monk at the moment, so what can't he tell him?
"Amitabha."
The Buddha bowed again, and then slowly spoke.
"Donor, don't hide it, the poor monk's trip is also for the monster in the mountain."
As soon as the words came out, the Buddha saw that the other side turned pale... For such ordinary mortals, demons and monsters are indeed a taboo topic.
The Buddha was compassionate and put off talking, but gently waved his hand holding the rosary, and suddenly a gentle breeze blew, and this ordinary native man came back to his senses.
"Many... Thank you, Master! β
Unexpectedly, the master in front of him was not only handsome, but also a fairy! Why don't you wave your hand and feel warm and comfortable when the cold air in your body is gone?
"It's okay, donor, how are you doing?"
"It's okay, it's okay."
The shopkeeper waved his hand repeatedly, and after learning the identity of the master, he seemed even more respectful.
"That's... The poor monk continued. β
The young Buddha in the moon-white monk's robe had an unbearable look on his face, obviously before coming here, the initiates had revealed the news about these wonderful demons outside the world, according to their words, this demon not only cultivated to a high level, but also extremely ruthless in his means!
"The poor monk has heard it before, saying that there are monsters in the deep mountains around Dawang Village, and the methods are extremely powerful and cruel, I don't know, is this true?"
He didn't expect that this question would stop the middle-aged man. (To be continued......)