Chapter 568: Killing Artistic Conception, Another Sword Saint

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came to Shen Xujun's mansion, he inexplicably got into a fight with someone. I didn't expect that the person I killed was still a sword saint who was bent on death. Baili Ge looked at the messy scene around him, and he didn't know what to say.

He didn't take two steps, and the killing thoughts in his body that had not yet dissipated suddenly became restless without warning. Almost at the same time, the body of the cultivator who was originally lying on the ground exploded with a "bang", turning into a puff of blood mist, instantly enveloping Baili Ge inside.

"Divine Thought Inheritance!" Baili Ge said in shock.

Divine thought inheritance is not a bad thing, or rather, there are many families and sects in the cultivation world that practice this way.

Instrumental cultivation is far more difficult than ordinary cultivation, and even if a family or power is huge, it is difficult to guarantee the appearance of people with the same outstanding qualifications in the reserve. Therefore, many strong people who are about to live will choose their favorite juniors, and in this way, they will let the other party inherit the spiritual thoughts of the instrument path they have cultivated. This is the only thing that can be directly passed on to the Dao, and it is also the last entrustment of a strong man.

The inheritance of divine thoughts was only a matter of moments, and soon, a huge killing intent gushed out from Baili Ge's body. The killing thought changed masters, and Dao Ying no longer looked coldly at these little things that were not threatening, but slowly opened his arms and let them wrap around him. At this time, Dao Ying seemed to be wearing a pitch-black coat, which looked a little demonic.

"It turns out that this is called killing artistic conception. Baili Ge happily looked at the black flames burning on his arm, and a rich murderous aura rushed to his face. He was different from that cultivator, his cultivation was far higher than the other party, not to mention that there was already a more powerful Mind and God Realm with the Origin Triple Quality in his body, coupled with his Dao heart, karmic origin and many other factors, no matter how much killing intent he had, he could be instantly refined.

"Shhh...... Killing artistic conception? That Shen Xujun was also comprehending the killing artistic conception when he was at the peak of the realm of potential. The torture demon muttered, "Could it be that this person is a descendant of Shen Xujun and has been inherited from generation to generation?"

Perhaps, or maybe he realized it on his own. Baili Ge walked over to the place where the cultivator's body was lying, and now only a piece of torn armor remained, "Whatever the answer, I have to thank him." ”

With a slight wave of his hand, a shallow pit appeared in the ground, and he carefully put his armor into the pit, and Baili Ge erected a mound for this cultivator who didn't know what to call him. After a little more respectful worship, he resolutely turned and left, pushing open the heavy door of the temple.

The hall was empty, and the candles hanging on the walls had been burning for I don't know how many years, and they were still emitting a faint glow.

The soul sense was swept away, and there was nothing peculiar in the hall except for the wooden chairs and desks, that is, some ceremonial instruments. And although these tools are of extraordinary quality, they can barely be regarded as high-grade Dao weapons, but after the previous battle, Baili Ge has no heart to take them at the moment.

Quickly passing through the main hall, in front of him was a beautiful back garden, where the aura was compelling, and after a slight breath, Baili Ge felt that the aura of heaven and earth in his body was tumbling.

"If you don't practice the method of spiritual power control, I'm afraid that you will be blown up as soon as you get here. While feeling the pervasive spiritual power, Baili Ge said to the evil spirit.

"Even if you don't have a method of spiritual power control, with the method of spiritual energy conversion that Ancestor I cracked, the chance of your kid being blown up is very small. The torture demon chuckled, then his face turned pale, and he lowered his voice and said, "Be careful, there are people in that room." ”

"Anyone?"

Baili Ge was stunned and looked towards a certain room, and it just so happened that a person also walked out of the room.

"It's you!" Baili Ge looked at the other party in astonishment, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward quickly, "You're still alive......!" How did you do that! Could it be that the one outside the temple is your incarnation?"

That person was clearly the cultivator who had just died!

"Fellow Daoist...... I'm afraid I've mistaken someone, right?"

The man seemed to be a little unable to stand Baili Ge's enthusiasm, and gently pushed him away, with a trace of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

"I have never had any incarnation in the lower realm, and I have always been enlightened in this back garden, and I have never seen Taoist friends. ”

"I didn't ...... Have you seen?" Baili Ge took two steps back, only to find that the other party was dressed as a Confucian at the moment, and there was no trace of murder on his body, but he looked very tranquil, which was very different from Fang Cai's appearance. And the pen he was holding in his hand seemed to prove that he was right.

The man walked to the edge of the pool, washed his pen, and said with a smile: "I am just a scholar, I write and paint on weekdays, and I haven't asked about the affairs of the cultivation world for a long time. ”

Baili Ge was stunned for a long time, and when the other party said this, he himself was a little confused.

The killing artistic conception in his body is still there, indicating that Fang Cai's battle is not his imagination. But how can the other party say that he has never seen himself?

"That...... Fellow Daoist, can you lend me a look at your words?" asked Baili Ge.

The best way to check if the other person is the same person as the practitioner is to look at the other person's words. Baili Ge has a deep understanding of this, calligraphy and painting, etc., will more or less be contaminated with the cultivation and understanding of some practitioners.

"Daoyou also like calligraphy and painting?"

The man was obviously a little happy, put away his pen and turned around and pushed the door open, and said, "Fellow Daoists, please come in, the calligraphy and paintings below are all in this room." ”

Baili Ge said "bother", raised his feet and walked into the door, that is, at this moment, he suddenly felt endless knife intent surging from all directions, and the fierce breath almost cut his skin with a faint pain.

"What a strong sword intent!"

At a glance, the house is full of written words, as well as landscapes, flowers and birds. Without exception, every work has a sharp edge, and those that are piled up in the corner are even more ferocious.

It made Daoyou smile. The man was stunned when he saw Baili Ge looking at the works on the wall, and suddenly said a little embarrassed, "These calligraphy and paintings were made in the early years, and they are not very mature. ”

"That'...... What about your current work?" Baili Ge came back to his senses for a long time and asked subconsciously.

"Here, I just wrote it, and I ask Taoist friends for advice. The man happily handed over a piece of writing on the table, the ink on which it had not yet completely dried.

"Heart?"

Baili Ge silently recited it, it was a simple word, although it was written elegantly and extraordinarily, but there was no trace of anything else. This heart word is just a pure word.

"Good words!" he blurted out.

It's not hard to write. Baili Ge's calligraphy attainments have long been at their peak, but in the process of writing, he can't do it without a trace of cultivation-related breath.

Cultivators, writing down mortal fonts, can do this, has not yet appeared in the contemporary cultivation world.