high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 141 The Cold Sword Whipping Frost New

"It's a magic weapon."

Cui Yuanzhou didn't dare to show his anger, he looked straight outside the cloud car, and the beautiful woman in the red dress spoke lightly.

"Little monk... no, little, Xiaodao."

The little fat man murmured, but immediately after uttering two words, he became alarmed and changed his words immediately.

"Xiaodao is reckless, I hope the heavenly official will forgive me."

The woman opposite was always expressionless, neither sad nor happy.

Cui Yuanzhou was just about to say a few nice words, and was subdued, but when he saw the woman's wrist move slightly, he was shaken out of the cloud car.

He fell straight down, and under great shock, the real qi all over his body swelled, and he managed to lift up a ray of light to support himself.

Cui Yuanzhou saw a lot of people flying out from the boat above. Those people were full of breath, and their blood was as strong as the vast sea, making ripples in the sky.

Cui Yuanzhou could not help feeling bitter when he saw that they vaguely surrounded him and cut off his escape route.

"The little Taoist is too reckless."

Among the crowd, a young man in black was smiling. His eyes were as clear as glass. Cui Yuanzhou only took one look, but his pupils were sour, and he dared not look at him again.

"Look, the boat was smashed by you."

The boy in black stretched out his hand and pointed: "How to pay?"

"me……"

Just as Cui Yuanzhou was about to take out the Sumeru bag, there was another voice from the crowd.

"You look a little familiar to me."

An old scribe with a tall crown and a three-foot long beard raised his eyes, looked at Cui Yuanzhou for a few times, and said with a smile.

"Jiejingshan Cui Gao, but your uncle?"

"That's right, that's right." Cui Yuanzhou hurriedly saluted, "I don't know your lord's name?"

"My name is Xie Ting." The old scribe nodded, "I am close friends with your uncle."

The old scribe turned his face and pleaded with Xie Wei:

"This kid is a disciple of Lingchi Taoist Academy, named Cui Yuanzhou, and he is also a young hero with a bright future."

He pointed at Cui Yuanzhou and continued:

"The old man has a lot of friendship with his uncle. Seeing this kid, it was an unintentional act. I hope you let him go."

As soon as this remark came out, not only the old man, but also several people joined in and apologized for Cui Yuanzhou.

Leaving aside the fact that the Lingchi Taoist Academy has been friends with the Xie family for many years, the identity of the little fat man's uncle Cui Gao and Jie Jingshan's calculation master makes it difficult for them to be too harsh on Cui Yuanzhou.

"Is your teacher still in good health?"

When Cui Yuanzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, beside Xie Wei, a beautiful woman in palace attire with hooked wings, a black bird and a hairpin, asked with a smile.

"You are only fourteen, so the old man will let you travel down the mountain without worry?"

"The teacher said that I am smart and will not suffer."

Cui Yuanzhou didn't dare to neglect, and quickly saluted the beautiful woman in palace attire:

"He is in good health, and he has taken in two concubines recently."

"Damn bull-nosed!"

The woman who was smiling at first suddenly sank into water, she turned her eyes, but she didn't pay any attention to Cui Yuanzhou.

"Then let this kid go."

When Cui Yuanzhou was full of panic, wondering whether he had said something wrong, a boy who was six or seven years old but old-fashioned spoke lazily.

"Next time you dare to bump into my boat, the old man will give you three hundred lashes first."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Cui Yuanzhou was overjoyed, and hurriedly saluted everyone, bowing non-stop. .

He looked eagerly at the cloud car held in Xie Wei's palm, with a flattering face.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, just as they were about to plead for him, suddenly, the eyes of the woman in red turned cold.

"This cloud car is not yours."

Xie Wei's expression was light: "If it's your thing, it's not like the center hasn't been refined yet."

"I……"

"Where is its owner?"

"Small, Xiaodao..."

Cui Yuanzhou gritted his teeth, and said ruthlessly:

"The cloud car is a new magic weapon bestowed by the teacher. I am not good at learning the small way, and I collided with the frame for a while. I hope you will forgive me!"

Standing behind him is Jie Jingshan and the teacher, so that these Xie family members can be forgiven.

According to what he said, Senior Brother Shen is just a casual cultivator who has hit the big luck and has no background.

He said so, and Cui Yuanzhou believed it.

Xie's family is kind to him, but they may not have such patience with Senior Brother Shen.

Cui Yuanzhou's calf trembled a little, but he still mustered up the courage to step forward.

The woman in red raised her eyebrows and looked at Xie Shijiu in black.

Xie Jiujiu looked at Yunche, rested his cheeks, and nodded to Xie Wei with confidence.

"Wait for the owner of the cloud car to come back."

Xie Wei's voice was still echoing in place, and he had already floated into the grand ship.

"We'll talk about it then."

Cui Yuanzhou's face collapsed, his lips moved, but he lowered his head dejectedly.

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Under the blue sky, the mountains are rolling and well arranged.

At the boundary countless miles away from Cui Yuanzhou, a stern white light pierced through the sky, filled the sky, and the strong wind was instantly crushed and shattered within ten feet of that white shadow.

The tyrannical roar of the wind roared along with the airflow, spreading far away.

Around Bai Guang, the void twisted and folded, revealing countless grotesque scenes.

The corner of Baishu's eye was cracked, and a drop of red blood slid down.

The brilliance of his brows and soul towers shines through his body, radiating far away, making him look like he is covered with a layer of cold white clouds.

In the Niwan Palace, a flying sword with a length of two or three inches is changing constantly.

Sometimes it curls up into a round, clean and flawless small sword pill, and sometimes its body explodes, as if it is hundreds of thousands of feet long, as if it wants to pierce the Niwan Palace completely.

The primordial spirit of Baishu sits cross-legged on the ground, pointing to the sky with one hand, attracting the primordial energy of the infinite heaven and earth, and pressing the sword with the other hand to suppress the drastic changes.

From the place where the palm was in contact with the blade, wisps of golden light from the primordial spirit was slowly pouring in, dyeing half of the blade with a faint yellow tinge.

Fei Jian was caught off guard by the riot, which made him suffer a small loss.

Once the sword embryo was completed, a spiritual embryo was secretly conceived.

Only by completely driving the primordial spirit into the flying sword and transforming the spirit fetus into the fetal god can this flying sword be overwhelmed.

The sword energy is as vast as a waterfall, and it is like the waves of the sky and the river falling down. Where the body touches the sword energy, there is a crackling sound like iron.

Occasionally, a few bloodstains appeared, but under the nourishment of the strong blood energy, they healed quickly.

"open!"

Rising to a very high place, even the faintly visible mountains just now are no longer visible.

There is no need to worry about this distance anymore.

Bai Shu no longer suppressed it, all the [-] pores all over his body were opened, and the tyrannical sword intent of Pei Ran spewed out.

In the void, another round of sunshine bloomed.

Immediately—

Heaven and earth storm!

In the Niwan Palace, behind the Yuanshen villain, a three-eyed wet asura suddenly manifested.

He slowly raised his palm, like a villain of Yuanshen, and lightly pressed it on the sword.

The endlessly buzzing sword sound suddenly slowed down, and the struggling sword seemed to be frozen suddenly.

The golden light in Bai Shu's eyes shone brightly, faintly, a mournful whine came from the blade of the sword, and then stopped abruptly.

Feijian's own spiritual fetus has been erased, now, it's time to start forging the fetal god.

Bai Shu closed his eyes slightly, and simply sat cross-legged in the void.

With the penetration of Baishu's consciousness, slowly, the sound of heartbeat gradually came from the sword embryo.

The golden light of Yuanshen flowed, covering the sword body bit by bit, slowly and firmly, completely.

Endless runes and principles flow crazily on the sword tire, like the huge waves on the sea at the moment of high tide.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Bai Shu closed his eyes, let go of his five fingers, and slowly spread his hands.

The sword light flashed, as if it was about to cut through the endless sky.

One after another, the cold air was suddenly suppressed, and then they scattered like silver dragons, flipped and flew out.

In the palm of Bai Shu's hand, a small and exquisite flying sword that is as long as a little finger is floating quietly.

(End of this chapter)