Chapter Seventy-Three: Fighting
Normal people have three souls and seven spirits, and Ling Ling, who lacks one 'spirit', does not belong to the scope of normal people, Yuan Yuan told himself to understand her more.
After thinking clearly, Yuan Yuan pulled La Lingling, and the two of them continued to observe the situation on their stomachs.
Over there, because the wind and snow period had arrived again, the wind and snow poured down, and the sword cultivation of the Purple Yuan Sword Sect condensed the isolation cover, blocking the wind and snow, and Yuan Yuan's divine consciousness was naturally blocked out.
It didn't take long for the wind and snow to cover the entire surface of the containment hood, and they could only see a huge 'snow bowl' upside down in the snow, and the rest, nothing could be seen.
"It doesn't matter, I also have a color viewing mirror, which is a pair with the observation mirror, the observation mirror can feel the breath of the cultivation of qi and the perfection of the divine consciousness range, and the color viewing mirror can see the scene in the same range. Ling Ling said with a smile, and then took out a mirror from the treasure bag that was similar to the Observation Mirror.
Yuan Yuan stood up and patted the ashes on his body, and said helplessly, "Why didn't you take it out earlier...... just now"
The two of them had been lying at the entrance of the cave, and her waist was tired.
A trace of spiritual power was injected into the color viewing mirror, and the scene inside the 'Snow Bowl' suddenly appeared in the mirror, because there was no light entering, so it was pitch black inside, and after waiting for a while, the light of the Moon Pearl lit up inside - it was the sword cultivation set around.
The color viewing mirror could only see the sights and movements, but they couldn't hear the sound, Yuan Yuan and Ling Ling only saw that the sword cultivator of the Purple Edge Sword Sect's face suddenly changed, and it turned black in an instant, and the spirit sword in his hand was also ready to move, as if the monk inside said something that angered them.
Not long after, standing on the far right, the youngest sword cultivator who also looked unstable opened his mouth and roared angrily, although they couldn't hear this sound, but it was expected to be quite loud, because the 'snow bowl' outside trembled slightly, and a lot of snow fell down.
After roaring, the young sword cultivator drew his sword and rushed straight towards the black mist, I don't know why, the hideous expression on his face made Yuan Yuan look a little uncomfortable, and he always felt that he was not a good person.
But obviously, the one who exudes the black mist is even less like a good person, and the reputation of the Purple Edge Sword Sect has always been very good, although it is not as good as the Wuji Sword Sect, but it is also a well-known sword cultivation sect, the first of the second-class sects, and in the past thousand years, many elite disciples in the sect have cultivated the sword soul, and there is a faint tendency to rush into the first-class sect.
Many people in the world jokingly say that ten years later, the ninth first-class sect will be born in the ranking of the sect.
Yuan Yuan patted her little face, maybe she was brainwashed by Ling Ling, and always thought that the sword cultivators of the Ziyuan Sword Sect were bullying the old man, so their angry expressions were seen by her as hideous.
Yuan Yuan pinched his small mouth again, and muttered to himself, "It must be like this." β
"What is it like?" Ling Ling asked softly.
Yuan Yuan shook his head, "It's nothing. β
Ling Ling didn't care, he still pointed to the mirror and said to Yuan Yuan, "Yuan Yuan, I think they are bad people. β
Yuan Yuan glanced at the person she was referring to, it was those sword cultivators of the Purple Yuan Sword Sect, just now she had done a good job of building her heart, and now she must not be brainwashed by Ling Ling, Yuan Yuan hurriedly denied it, "No, no, they are from a famous family, they cultivate the decent Ziying Sword Qi, they are good people!
Ling Ling also shook his head, "No, you look at the sword light of the spirit sword in their hands. β
Yuan Yuan raised her eyes when she heard this, she didn't know if it was because Ling Ling deliberately pointed it out, so that she had a mental factor, she looked at the purple light lingering on their sword bodies, she only felt that purple was not authentic, a little purple black, and there was a tendency to intensify, in short, it gave people a very evil feeling.
No, no, he couldn't be led astray by Ling Ling, Yuan Yuan shook his head, "Is there anything wrong with purple? Isn't Ziying's sword qi purple? It may be a little dark, but it should be the reason for the black mist next to it, not their fault." β
As soon as she said this, Ling Ling had nothing to say, but Yuan Yuan felt puzzled, it stands to reason that Ling Ling, who lacked evil spirits, should not think that there were bad people in this world.
Thinking of this, Yuan Yuan's heart moved, and he asked Ling Ling, "Why do you think they are bad people? Is it because the four of them are bullying an old man who has eaten the Zhuyan Pill?"
Ling Ling shook his head, "No, it's just a feeling anyway, you know? After lacking the evil spirit, the master was worried that I didn't understand the sinister world, so she went to the south of the South China Sea and asked me for a three-thought grass, so that I had a basic concept of good and evil in my mind, and I judged good and evil by relying on this feeling." β
......Yuan Yuan was a little surprised, she didn't know what it was, but she knew that the south of the South China Sea could not be crossed if it was not in the late Yuan Infant period, and I heard that the south of the South China Sea was full of rare treasures, and they couldn't get it here.
"But my feelings have always been inaccurate...... Ling Ling lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly.
"Huh?" Yuan Yuan frowned, "What do you mean?"
"Sometimes it's spiritual, sometimes it's not...... I haven't been able to make good use of the three thought grass yet. Ling Ling blushed.
Yuan Yuan smiled awkwardly but politely, and she felt that Ling Ling was playing tricks on her.
"That shouldn't be accurate, the sword cultivator of the Purple Edge Sword Sect and the unknown monk who emitted a black mist, who is good and who is evil, it is not possible to tell at a glance. β
This sentence was said to Ling Ling, and it was also what she said to herself.
The two men continued to look into the mirror.
The black fog gradually dissipated, and you came out with a face like a seven or eight-year-old child, tender and raw, plus wearing red clothes, secretly like a Fuwa.
But it just looks alike, the expression and look are not at all the same, the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, and the eyes are very weird, just like those resentful children in horror movies, scary.
The sword cultivator of the Purple Yuan Sword Sect pulled a sword flower, and suddenly all three of them flew towards his position, and the three sharp purple swords pointed directly at him, but he was not flustered at all, and slowly stretched out his hand, pinching the trick in his hand, and there were words in his mouth, and suddenly a huge black hand appeared in front of him, helping him block all the attacks, and by the way, he also counterattacked towards the opposite side.
And the two people who looked at it in front of the mirror were shocked not by the black palm he summoned, but by the hands he pinched himselfβthe ravines and the chicken skin, this was definitely not a child's hand, it was more like a monk who had lost his cultivation and was about to sit down.
Yuan Yuan and Ling Ling, who noticed this, were surprised, and then they both looked at each other, and Yuan Yuan said, "Could it be that he eats a defective Zhuyan Pill, the kind that only protects his face?"
Ling Ling nodded, "It could be." β