81. The sword of death returns to the grave

Under the dome, there is a clear air and hazy air, and the purple rhyme is swirling and the clouds of smoke are innumerable.

Qianlingzi reincarnates the human body, the three clears return to one qi, and the demon body is cultivated into all the refining, and the cultivation realm skyrockets, three flowers and water moon, three flowers smoke and clouds, three flowers turn into gods, one gas returns to the yuan, and two qi return to the yuan......

The summer breeze was slightly drunk, and in the blink of an eye, Qianlingzi broke through the eight small weights, paused slightly in the Five Qi Returning Yuan Realm, and took a deep breath to roll the clear air into the half-released green lotus, the green lotus bloomed, and the Three Tribulations Dao Realm covered the clouds, ascending Daluo, and Ling sentient beings.

"You go first, they can't stop me. ”

Holding the cloud as a sword, looking around at the strong enemy, Qian Lingzi stood in front of Guo Xiaowan, slashing lightly and slowly, chopping vegetables and cutting the sun to lock the sky sword array into countless fragments.

Guo Xiaowan shook her head lightly, stubbornly stood side by side with Qian Lingzi, and said, "What stupid words, I came here for you to be reborn, if you die, what's the point of me living alone?"

"I know that Senior Brother can't let go of the death of Qianling Mountain, and I also know that Senior Brother can't let go of Master's death, but has Senior Brother ever thought about what I waited for that thousand years? What am I reincarnated as a Rakshasa for?"

"Senior brother wants to fight to the death for the spirit in his chest, I won't stop it, I want to do my best to let my senior brother survive, senior brother don't stop me, a thousand years is long enough, don't leave me alone this time, okay?"

Qian Lingzi was stunned for a moment, clenched the hilt of the sword and groaned for a long time, smiled lightly, and said: "The flowers have a fragrant moon and a yin, and there is you in this life, what more can the husband ask for!"

Guo Xiaowan narrowed her scarlet ghost eyes, looked at her lover twice, imprinted his appearance into her heart, turned around and flipped her hands, and evoked two rakshasas and flames to fall in front of Zixuan and the four of them, knowing that the mantis arm was unstoppable but still had to block in front of the car.

Call!

Qian Lingzi exhaled his depression, complained about the unfairness of fate, pointed at the young ancestor with his sword, and said coldly: "Qingxu, come and fight with me!"

The young patriarch pursed his lips, and before he could raise his palm and settle down and fly into the clouds, he held the three-way sword in his hand, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of fierce murderous intent.

"The original law enforcement hall master settled, held the sword and asked you, what you have done can follow the doctrine, you can know your own sins, can you be lost?"

"I have a clear conscience, I don't want to say more, I only want to fight!"

"Then fight!"

A long howl broke through the remnant clouds, the sword rose on the three roads, and a long river phantom was reflected under the golden dome, rolling the river slowly, fine pieces of floating light, when the waves were surging, the water was agitated, the flowers on both sides of the bank were blooming, such as lights, like a red carpet, and there were whispers and wandering around from time to time, telling about love and hate.

Qian Lingzi stared at the big river in the air, swallowing the aura, and the brilliant sword flowers overlapped into budding pure lotus, slowly swirling, and at some point it would burst into a sonorous rage, deriving countless sword qi.

Luoyang looked carefully, substituted himself into the position of Uncle Shen, and thought hard about how to use the sword in the face of Qianlingzi's sword lotus, and how to defend it.

Thinking about it, Luoyang couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gesture, and slashed out thirteen swords in a row, but none of them could break the sword lotus, and he couldn't help but murmur angrily: "What kind of thing is this? ”

The young patriarch smiled dumbly, squinted at the sword lotus that was gradually changing color, and explained loudly: "That's the truth of Qianlingzi, you don't understand the Tao, let alone reason, so you can't understand it." ”

"Dao?"

"There is a mixture of things, born congenitally, lonely, independent and not changing, Zhou Xing but not dying, can be the mother of the world, I don't know its name, the word is said to be the way, and the name of the strong is big. ”

"There are three thousand avenues, countless Taoist treasures, the Taoism you cultivate is the principle of the predecessors, and they are all the stones of other mountains, if you want to have your own truth, you have to prove it, and if you get it, it is the way, and the truth is the reason. ”

"It turns out that this is the truth, who is more powerful in the truth of Uncle Shi or Qian Lingzi, and who can win this competition?"

"Smell the Dao potential, know the meaning, get the Tao truth, the Dao realm is far greater than the cultivation realm, why can you kill the Sanhua cultivators, because their Dao is not as good as you, and the realm of enlightenment is even worse than you, don't say that you have the sharpest sword in your hand, even if you hold that Sauvignon Blanc, they still can't stop your sword. ”

"In the same way, your Sinking Uncle is cultivating the Three-Way Sword Dao on the other side, and Qian Lingzi is cultivating the Chaos Qinglian Sword Dao, although the Chaos Qinglian Sword Dao is above the Three-Way Sword Dao on the other side, but Qian Lingzi has taken the crooked path, just like Qi Wei's girl, he has been practicing the Thousand Souls for many years, and his perception of the Dao is far less than that of your Uncle Sinking Master, so he can't win!"

Luoyang nodded, put his mind at ease, and stared at the densely lined sword lotus, the stone of his mountain can attack the jade, if he can cut this sword lotus, maybe he can know the meaning.

Seeing Luoyang's distraction, the young patriarch reminded again, "Don't blink, look carefully, the victory or defeat is only between breathing." ”

Luoyang nodded, looked at it intently, the three roads had already been fluttering and falling, causing the sky to change, the vast river flowed straight down, several waves fell on the sword lotus, and the sound of thunder exploded continuously, and the dazzling light was like the sun, and Luoyang was a little unable to open his eyes.

The sword rises and falls, and the sword light in mid-air falls quietly, as ordinary as the wind scattering the fragrance of flowers.

The long sword in Qian Lingzi's hand scattered into flowing clouds, and there were countless sword marks around his body, and the slightest trace of clear qi escaped from the wound, and the realm could not stop falling.

Shen Shen held the fairy sword three ways, with slaughter in his eyebrows, paced down the clouds, raised his sword, and asked again: "Hold the sword and ask you, what you have done can follow the teachings, you can know your own sins, can you be lost?"

"I have a clear conscience, I wish I would die!"

"Well, then I'll give you a ride!"

The sword moved in three ways, and the majestic sword light poured down, Guo Xiaowan dodged in front of Qian Lingzi, her palm flipped, and the blue flames were all over the dome, which could block the sword light and shatter into a streamer in an instant.

"Qianyuan is angry!"

Qian Lingzi roared in front of Guo Xiaowan, taking the flame as a sword, and a thousand lotus bloomed with a sword.

The strong wind dispersed thousands of miles of flowing clouds, Qian Lingzi roared and withdrew for several miles, his right arm was cut off shoulder to shoulder, covered with sword marks, and Guo Xiaowan behind him was indeed unharmed.

The young patriarch stood in place with Luoyang in his arms, looked at Guo Xiaowan, pursed his lips, and scolded angrily: "You girl, why can't you think about it, isn't it good to live?"

"I was originally a dead man, and I lived for my senior brother, and my senior brother died, what is the point of my life?"

Guo Xiaowan moved lightly to fix Qianlingzi in place, looked at the settlement, looked at the young patriarch, knelt down out of thin air, and pleaded: "Disciple Guo Xiaowan is willing to make cattle and horses for the master, and beg the ancestor to spare the senior brother for the sake of the nine thousand children of Qianlingfeng who sacrifice their lives and forget death, if the senior brother is evil again, Xiaowan will kill him with her own hands!"

The young patriarch shook his head, raised his hand to Kunlun Mountain, frowned and asked: "Look at the bottom of the mountain, look at those Kunlun children who are not blind, all this started from him, I let him go, who will let them go?"

"The disciple is willing to exchange his life for his life!"

"Lives are priceless, your life is life, theirs is life, wrong is wrong!"

"Patriarch, I am willing to guard the sword mound for Kunlun Town, I am willing to protect the road for Luoyang, I am willing to be a cow and a horse, I am willing to pay any price, I don't ask the ancestor to let my brother live, I only ask the ancestor to let my brother enter reincarnation. ”

Guo Xiaowan kowtowed again and again, shedding two dazzling blood tears, Luoyang couldn't help but turn his head sideways, and was really touched.

The rumored Rakshasa is a heartless and ruthless spirit, and now it seems that it is not true, if the Rakshasa is unintentional, how can there be these two lines of heavenly blood and tears? If the Rakshasa is ruthless, how can he bow three times and plead again and again?

This senior sister who has never met is a lover, and she really loves Qianlingzi very much.

Sinking and dodging appeared on Guo Xiaowan's side, the sword finger was lightly clicked, let go of Qian Lingzi to fix Guo Xiaowan, raised the sword and asked again, "Hold the sword and ask you, what you have done can follow the doctrine, you can know your own sins, are you willing to get lost?"

Qian Lingzi looked at Guo Xiaowan's back, smiled at his self-obsession, tilted his head to look at Luoyang, who was looking down on the mountain wasteland, and asked loudly, exhaling his heart.

"The sword of death returns to the grave, Luoyang, do you dare to take my sword?"