Chapter Eighty-Nine: A Thousand Years Are Still Like Twilight (For the Helmsman)
The Mixed Cave Realm is a hurdle for monks.
As Zhang Qinghe realized, when he arrived in the Mixed Cave, the monk's spiritual soul and spirituality had been completely stereotyped into a certain enshrined immortal god, and his ascension to the higher dimension was about to be completed, or rather, ...... Dive deeper into the unknown.
The so-called "Ten Thousand Tribulations Do Not Add to the Body" is different from the Son of Heaven's anticipation of the enemy's opportunity, and the change of the qi observation machine, which is a manifestation of the complete inability of the low dimension to interfere with the high dimension.
It is often more difficult to reverse logging in the lower realms than in other realms. You can only rely on the comprehension of the rules of the Tao and the idealistic and pure power such as sword intent.
Since the purple-robed royal family withdrew from the characteristics of the Mixed Cave Realm, Zhang Qinghe's sword light was finally able to get close to him, and this sword light was like a sky full of stars, and it was like a high sky of fire.
The form is scattered and the spirit gathers, but it is too fast to speak.
Zhang Qinghe stitched Bu Xingluo and Tianhua together, wanting to let this bastard ancestor see something new.
"Sword intent, what is sword intent? It's just a thought, the thought is not pure, how can you talk about anything else. ”
Li Mo stood in the void, his tall figure standing still, and even the robe on his body was not affected by this sword qi.
seemed to feel bored, Li Mo flicked his fingers casually, and another brain collapsed, and Zhang Qinghe was once again pasted into the forbidden spiritual curtain like mud.
The eyebrows, which were already red, became more and more red, as if they were going to be a little swollen.
After the mask of this Martial Star Monarch was fastened, it became a state between a spirit and an entity, and it had no practical defensive effect.
Zhang Qinghe's brain was buzzing and he shook his head.
Hearing Li Mo's words again, he thought about it in his heart.
He's teaching me how to use a sword?
Zhang Qinghe remembered the sword he used to kill Xiao Liu, it was a sword without skills and without any superfluity, not Bu Xingluo, not Tianhua, not even the autumn killing sword technique, since Lantian turned around, he has never made such a sword.
People can't be generalized, he once killed a star monarch with a sword in a fit of extreme rage.
That sword was the product of thought, not skill.
Zhang Qinghe groaned slightly, lightly holding the iron sword in his right hand, and holding it in his left hand, reproducing the scene in his mind, and his eyes gradually turned red.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"
When the red color completely soaked Zhang Qinghe's eyes, he lightly stretched his sword, and then stabbed straight towards Li Mo.
His eyes were like red fire, and he traced a straight path in the night.
But this sword is silent, hiding a killing motive.
Zhang Qinghe did not hook any Taoist rules, so there was no heaven and earth spirit condensed on it, this was just an ordinary sword like a star, but he was fearless and brave.
Why?
It is as if the sky is tilting forward, the Zhou Mountain collapses, and the Cangjiang River is cut off and goes back; it is as if the sun is sinking in the west and returning from the East Pole; it is like the jade rabbit is cold, and it is like a dead and silent sinking; it is like a gambler who is born to die and is desperate......
Seeing this sword, the purple-robed bastard nodded, and shook his head again.
"After all, it is still too messy and messy, which means copying other people's Taoist rhymes, not combing, and forcibly gathering with their own true intentions, which is difficult to become atmospheric. ”
He still stretched out a finger, lightly trying to take the sword, just looking at the action, there was no momentum, but the void where the sword was connected was distorted, as if it could not bear such a strong force.
"Huh?"
But the current scene made this purple-robed royal family suspicious.
Zhang Qinghe originally had a little aftertaste and did not exhaust his strength, and it was at this time that his artistic conception suddenly changed......
It's like the peach blossoms dying in the spring breeze, but it will happen again next year!
This turn is very ingenious and natural, but in terms of sword momentum, the sword edge is twisted by a straight stab, and the bias is cut into Li Mo's tiger's mouth.
Although the Iron Sword is only equivalent to a Xuanjing Spirit Weapon for the time being when it connects the Great Dao, it is a strange treasure, and the sharpness is difficult to guess.
At this moment, a fine spark burst out from the slash.
Li Mo looked at the true meaning contained in this sword in a daze, and his face showed a look of remembrance, and for a while he forgot to shoot Zhang Qinghe away, and let the iron sword consume his body in the Mixed Cave Realm.
The iron sword is extremely high, and it already has high-dimensional characteristics, and it actually opened a subtle opening in the situation that Li Mo did not resist.
A drop of blood with a divine purple intent fell out, as if it weighed as much as a million even, and it was about to fall to the bottom.
Only then did Li Mo react, grabbed the void, took the drop of purple blood in his hand, and with a flick of his fingers, another brain collapsed, and Zhang Qinghe flew out upside down.
He snorted coldly, and his tone was cold, like the momentum of a dragon overwhelming the spot.
"Clever tricks!"
That's right, Li Mo's original intention was to force Zhang Qinghe to combine the sword intent, and the mixed yuan was the same, but he didn't expect that he added a messy sword intent to it, making the artistic conception even more chaotic, and he was unexpectedly lost face for various reasons.
But what he didn't expect was that it wasn't that Zhang Qinghe didn't understand what he meant, but that Zhang Qinghe really couldn't do it.
"Staying in the Immortal Sword Solution" is to watch a hundred weapons and raise a sword in the body, first intercept the artistic conception of others, and then achieve himself, he is still in the stage of viewing the weapon, and the sword raising at the back is 108,000 miles away from him!
Why is this man so good as a teacher?
Zhang Qinghe sighed, and stood up with his sword again, he vaguely felt that at most half a pillar of incense in the state of the immortal would disappear, and even if the purple-robed royal family in front of him let him go, he would not be able to create an alibi proof of the Xufu incident.
When he was struggling, Li Mo sorted out his emotions and flicked his sleeves.
"That's it, although it's a trick, but it's your kid who has passed, and go and go...... Don't dangle in front of me......"
Li Mo's suffocating share was as suffocating as a prison, and the forbidden hand dissipated, and he lightly carried his hands behind his head and fell to the ground.
Zhang Qing and Wu De Xingjun's eyes under the mask looked at him deeply, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and moved to Dongcheng several times, and the concealment method worked even more......
He carefully discerned, found the green building that he had left at that time, and quietly stepped into one of the upper rooms.
Li Mo looked at the direction where Zhang Qinghe left, a little smiling, and a little sympathetic, if you want to talk about the most complicated eyes in the world, Li Mo can be counted as one.
Even if it is a thousand catties of yellow lotus, it is difficult to describe its suffering!"
He muttered a few steps and then recited another line of poetry......
"Knowing that the immortal bones have no cold and heat, and they meet in the twilight ......of a thousand years"
But before he finished his hypocrisy, four people came to find him, and he was close to him, and he bent up respectfully, if the magnates in Chang'an City saw it, they would be surprised
- These are the four major repairs, and they are also rumored to be able to stop children crying at night, four bad people in Xuanyi!
"Why did the Holy Monarch suddenly leave the palace tonight? ”
"What, I'm from the backyard of my house for a walk, do I want your Ou Yanliang's consent?"
Li Mo said half-jokingly, as if he thought of something interesting, and was determined to release some more news.
"I met Tiangong Wude halfway and had a few tricks with him. Li Mo's words are very ingenious.
"What?!"
The four major Xuanyi people raised their heads suddenly, with shocked expressions, obviously they had already smelled the bloody aura that exuded the power of the emperor.
The Holy Monarch was actually injured......