Lanruo Temple shook the sky.

The ancient humanoid tree that rose from the ground, its branches swept out one by one, turning into two huge palms in the air.

Ning Yi, who was hanging in the air, was whistling in his ears.

He doesn't move or flash.

Two waves of strong wind came together, shattering within three feet on Ning Yi's left and right sides, and the sword qi swirled like a ball, wrapping Ning Yi's head and feet, protecting it from the water, and the majestic rain on the dome fell on the sword qi, and they were all splashed away.

The vines of the dryad condensed again, turning into two huge palms, "holding" Ning Yi in his palms, and the dead wood in the palm of his palm was like flesh and blood, which was constantly splashed and shattered by the sword qi, but even so, the endless vitality rolled up, and the arm continued to fill the palm veins.

"I want you dead!"

Evil condensation.

Being "grasped" in the palm of the old tree, the sword qi was greatly suppressed.

Ning Yi's expression was calm, his right hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the divinity of fine snow had still not accumulated to the peak at this moment.

His left hand was slowly raised, and it was dark.

Keep your fingers together.

A trace of sword qi gathered at his fingertips.

Wind and thunder lingered.

Heaven and earth split with a ray of light.

The sound of "booming" thunder tearing the sky stirred up the wind and clouds in the sky above Jinhua City, the prosperous temple of Lanruo Temple was illuminated as bright as day under this light, and the water scoop resting next to the dry well in the temple was swept up by the wind, and the "bang" was shattered in the air, and the vibrant wall returned to dead silence and decay under the light of this moment.

There has never been a dead tree in spring.

Everything is just an illusion.

The walls of the courtyard were cracked, the lacquer tiles were broken, and everything inside this temple had long since rusted.

The entire courtyard wall of the inner courtyard was smashed down by the huge figure, and it collapsed with a bang.

A flash of light cut through, and the entire demon tree's deity was cut open from top to bottom, and the withered palms that covered Ning Yi's sides exploded in an instant, and the waves of qi rolled.

This sword is not a charged sword that uses the "divinity of the sword bearer".

This is just Ning Yi's cultivation in the past half a year, the old sword fairy asked him to pick up the sword, put down the sword, and have a sword in his heart.

He wasn't qualified to use that child.

If you can make your heart like glass and not stained with dirt, then the "childish" scabbard inserted in the top of Han Yue's head should be able to be pulled out.

The road of sword cultivation is long and difficult.

......

......

This sword was powerful, but it did not kill "grandma".

The dryad, which was almost cut in half, let out a heart-rending howl of pain, mixed yin and yang, wind and thunder flowed on its body, turning into countless small snakes scattered and fleeing, and the head and face that appeared on the tree were contaminated by the thunder snake, and in an instant, billowing black smoke came out, and then the facial features withered and turned into pus.

The entire demon body was almost shattered by this sword.

On both sides of Ning Yi, his vision widened again, and the two huge tree demon arms that had been removed by the sword qi fell to the ground with a clatter, splashing rain like a river, crackling and falling back into the Lanruo Temple, a piece of mud.

The female ghosts of the twelve sweeping arrays, seeing this scene, were almost stunned, and they didn't dare to move, let alone come forward to beg for death.

Grandma used her demon body, and when she fought with the golden-bodied monk and the rugged man many years ago, not to mention gaining the upper hand, at least she had a fight.

And now it's been split in half by a sword?

Fu Qingfeng was also stunned, she never expected that Mr. "Ning Chen's" cultivation would be so strong.

Hanging in the air, the wind is noisy.

Ning Yi turned his head slightly, looking at the thousand pagodas just separated by a wall, where the heart trembled, and it really became heavier and heavier, he was in the secret passage before, wanting to directly smash the stone wall to see where the pagoda was sacred, and then thought about it or gave up, step by step, first killed the "grandma" of Lanruo Temple, and then saw what kind of cow, ghost, god and snake she worshipped.

Now he understands a little.

Grandma is indeed an "unkillable" body...... The finger that had just instilled sword qi on his own and did not kill her was the best proof of this.

And all the "unkillable things" in the whole world are related to "shadows".

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, he originally thought that the shadow was just a certain or several special creatures acting under the light...... But this scene seems to overturn his imagination, and the "shadow" can resonate with living beings through some kind of "ritual".

Traits like "unkillable" can also be gifted to ......

Is this a gift from the evil spirits of the underworld?

Thou shalt not slain, neither shall he die, nor shall he perish...... If there is no other price, then this is the "immortality" that everyone dreams of.

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......

Ning Yi was slightly stunned.

The "grandma" who fell and smashed down the courtyard wall connected to the Thousand Buddha Pagoda of Lanruo Temple, cut off the root of the arm, reborn the withered vines, pressed the palm on the ground, and supported the body, let out an angry roar.

The ground is upside down, several temples, ancient halls, all rise from the ground, broken stone piers, lion seats, with her as the center of the circle, suspended in the air, countless broken stones like chips, constantly trembling, broken and broken.

The pain of the sword splitting the body just now was extremely painful, she hadn't tried it for a long time, and the old monk many years ago, when he used the broken golden body of the Buddha statue to purify himself, was the feeling when he almost succeeded.

Fortunately, the "Thousand Buddha Pagoda" gave her infinite life.

She will never die.

The arrival of this scholar today...... On the contrary, it is a good thing, the Thousand Buddha Pagoda is only the last line away from being complete.

The tree was as dry as char, and she stood up trembling again, and the demonic wind swept up, and the dead head was sucked into her belly, and once again a yin wind swept by—

The yin wind is like a spring crossing, and her tree is re-covered with hundreds of blood-drenched heads, old people, women, babies and children, all of them, whimpering and howling at this moment, and the voice is like a ghost crying, once better than before.

The dark clouds that pressed very low lowered the color of blood.

The entire Lanruo Temple's sudden daylight was covered with a layer of scarlet.

The devil cries wolf.

The twelve female ghosts swept in the air, and their expressions all showed pain at this moment.

"Grandma—"

A ghost let out a heart-rending scream, and its body swept into her grandmother's body like smoke.

Ning Yi's pupils constricted.

He could feel that the talisman connected to his mind was trembling violently at the moment, extremely unstable, Fu Qingfeng, who was lying on the ground, was blown up by the red veil, his expression was extremely painful, and the wind of heaven and earth was born from his body, as if there was a kind of underworld power to blow her away.

"Ning Chen...... I know that your cultivation is strong, but do you know that these yin spirits are all driven by me. ”

The voice of the gloomy old tree resounded through Lanruo Temple.

"Their bodies before they were alive are all in my body, and in my thoughts, their souls will return to their places, if you kill me, it will be equivalent to killing them!"

Grandma laughed loudly.

In the thick laughter of the handover of yin and yang, the twelve yin souls hanging in the air, covering their heads with both hands, those beautiful women, their faces were hideous, miserable, begging for mercy and shouting were useless, swallowing, instantly turned into one streamer after another, swept into the body of grandma.

The demonic spirit is growing!

The wind is raging!

Ning Yi's face turned cold, and he fell to the ground in an instant, the talisman he hung three feet above Fu Qingfeng had been almost shattered by the yin wind, and the talisman paper shattered when it was touched, turning into powder.

Fu Qingfeng's face was covered with a layer of frost.

Her lips were extremely pale, her eyes were misty, and she raised her head to look at the indistinct scholar.

"Ning...... Mr. Ning......"

She smiled, waved her hand, and said, "You...... Leave me alone...... Breeze...... It's okay......"

The sound is choppy.

The three words "Mr. Ning" hit the heart in his heart, and Ning Yi took a deep breath.

He turned his head, one hand pressed to the hilt of his sword, no longer ready to recharge.

The original ugly face of "Grandma" condensed out of the tree, and the screams of hundreds of heads slowly stopped, and finally fell silent.

There were only three people left in Lanruo Temple at the moment, and the yin wind was blocked by the sword qi, but there was silence.

"Ning Chen, her physical body is in my hands...... I can give you back my flesh. ”

Grandma's body slowly emerged, and on the thick trunk of the tree, first a man's head wearing a huge ancient bun appeared, then the familiar red robe, and then he hugged a weak red gauze woman's body, hanging in front of the body of the deity.

He looked at Ning Yi condescendingly and said seriously: "You can't kill me, and I can't kill you." Why don't we make peace, and I'll give Fu Qingfeng back to you. ”

Ning Yi was expressionless and closed his eyes.

The wind and rain blew the robe, and there was nothing left in his eyes, only darkness.

Ning Yi asked calmly, word by word, "What do you want?"

"I want a drop of your heart's blood. Grandma said indifferently: "Without this drop of blood, you won't die, at most your cultivation will fall sharply, and you will be able to come back from cultivation in the future." ”

The revival of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

There is still one last point, and this drop of blood should be filled to perfection.

Grandma looked at Ning Yi, put one hand on the shoulder of the soft red gauze body, and said indifferently: "If you do it again, Fu Qingfeng will definitely die in front of you." ”

Lanruo Temple was silent.

Ning Yi's sleeves were pulled by the woman crying miserably behind her.

Fu Qingfeng sat on the ground half-kneeling, she couldn't tell whether it was blood or mud.

That beautiful face shook its head desperately.

Ning Yi didn't look back.

One word.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to let you die. ”

After speaking.

He opened his eyes.

There was a thunder on the dome, inside and outside the temple, the entire Jinhua City, the heavy rain was pouring like day, and there seemed to be an extremely clear sword qi rising.

The scabbard of fine snow, the rolling thunder.

In Ning Yi's eyes, there was only the big black robe that was levitating, and the red-gauze woman who was holding "it" in her hand.

In his mind, the words of the sword-wielder sounded.

"Tens of millions of things have spirits, the sword qi in the world has bones, we and other sword wielders, kill the unkillable, not for anything else, just to split a ray of light in the world!"

A wisp of sword qi instantly cut through the darkness of the world.

The unkillable old tree, most of its body, instantly turned into powder at the moment it was contaminated with sword qi.

This is utter nothingness.

"What you can't kill?"

"You're the one who killed!"