Infinite Brilliant Scroll

The sky was sunny and the wind was blustery.

Above the peak, Zhao Wuji raised his saber, stopped Liu Qiwen and others, and swung his saber for the second time.

Hong Dong shouted anxiously: "We can't be held back by him!"

When he just uttered the first word, both Guan Luoyang and An Feiyu had disappeared out of thin air.

Guan Luoyang's avatar was just a mind projection, mixed with some water vapor, and refracted light to color himself.

An Feiyu's body had long been placed in the cupronickel storage treasure, and it was always his ghostly thoughts that came out to move around.

The speed of the mental body, going up and down the earth, is extremely fast.

But Zao Wou-ki's second knife was cut out of thin air at this time, the antelope hangs its horns, and the lead is washed away.

The saber intent exhausted the subtleties in an instant, and under the appearance of the air, it went deep layer by layer, and after pursuing it, there was an idea of ​​wanting to use the precious sword in his hand to kill invisible ghosts and immortals.

Ding!
A sword came sideways, blocking the blade.

A famous sword through the ages, its name is Juque.

The most famous owner of this sword should be Kaifeng Funan Xia Zhan Zhao. Later, it is said that it was also handed down to the head of the Tiandihui, Chen Zongduo, but it was only a flash in the pan, and there was no reputation in his hands, so it was also suspected. For rumors.

Some who knew the truth even lamented that Chief Chen's waste of money.

But today, this sword protrudes like a strange peak, and is always there like a cool breeze. It penetrates everywhere and is unshakable. It firmly intercepts Zao Wou-ki's light-splitting and shadow-splitting blade, and fully demonstrates the way of the sword. It is the demeanor of a great master of a generation.

With this kind of swordsmanship, no one would question whether the person holding the sword was worthy of the Ju Que, they would only imagine how joyful it would be for the Ju Que to fall into the hands of such a person.

When Zhao Wuji saw this sword and Liu Qiwen holding the sword, the expression on his face changed slightly.

It wasn't the usual inscrutable smile, nor was it a moody smile pretending to be crazy, but it actually revealed a sincerity that was rare in him.

The messy eyebrows that covered the eyes suddenly fell off, and the wrinkles on the face disappeared one after another. Except for the white hair, Zao Wou-Ki actually recovered his appearance in his prime, mighty, tall and heroic.

"It's actually you!"

The intrigue and cruel temperament that had always haunted the aged Zao Wou-ki had been subdued by him.

In other words, those temperaments are still there, but they are already insignificant, and they are not as prominent as the other temperament he showed at the moment.

That is a swordsman, a swordsman, serious and sincere, ignoring good and evil in pursuit of strength.

He looked at Liu Qiwen, and said with emotion: "Among your many reincarnations, you have awakened three times, and you fought against my three identities in the way of a swordsman. They killed each other with swords and swords. It's only about the feeling of martial arts. Very mesmerizing."

"Later, I once appeared as the leader of Tianli, and searched all over the world, only to find that your reincarnation became the chief rudder of the Tiandihui, and you died decades earlier. In the hands of the Shaolin traitor Ma Ning'er who lost the heavenly regret."

The unicorn coffin is a rare treasure unintentionally brought to the earth by the unicorn star and the people of the qilin clan who traveled far into the starry sky.

With the help of this treasure, Ma Ning'er cultivated the Divine Art of Regret, although it is extraordinary, but Zhao Wuji knew that if his old opponent had the sword skills of previous lives, he would never die in the hands of such a person.

So Zao Wou-ki has already concluded that the Chief Tutor Chen in that life was not able to awaken his memory, and in the following 200 years, there really was no such thing as his awakening and appearance.

I thought that this somewhat special enemy would never appear again, but I didn't expect it.

I really didn't expect that after sinking for 200 years, he could still recover.

"pity!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes sharpened, "Now you are no longer qualified to stand in front of me alone with a sword."

He glanced at Hong Dong, white copper, and Gu Lanxiang in the air, "Subduing Dragon Palm Technique, Peerless Bow and Arrow, Buddhist Staff Technique, whatever, just treat it as a tribute to the past years, let me have a good fight with you!" .”

"You talked a lot when you were about to fight, and it still hasn't changed."

Liu Qiwen smiled indifferently, "My skill foundation is indeed far inferior to yours, but it may not be impossible to compete again."

The breath of returning to the dream relic lingers around him, and his sword energy is rising steadily in the dream.

Hong Guang's consciousness is actually still in the dream relic and has not been wiped out, but this does not affect other people's use of the power of the dream relic.

It should be noted that although the dream relic looks like a small ball on the surface, the various martial arts perceptions and Buddhist artistic conceptions inside are the accumulation and precipitation of the long years since the Song and Yuan Dynasties. A huge labyrinth was built.

Hong Guang's physical body has been destroyed, the authorities are confused, and his consciousness can only be huddled in a corner of the maze. Although it is very troublesome for outsiders to find him, he has no ability to interfere with other areas of the maze.

Liu Qiwen trembled and said, "Look at the sword!"

………………

The Wang Chongyang of this world dared to claim to unify the three religions, was extremely overbearing, collected the wreckage of the divine soldiers, refined the essence of the divine soldiers, and forged the heaven, earth and Taoism. He had the confidence to resist the demon realm positively.

However, the Taoist monk back then did not have the inheritance of martial arts from gods and demons, nor did he have the remains of divine weapons to use. He even became a monk to learn martial arts after he became an adult. With decades of skill, how could he face the master of the demon realm head-on?
So the two of them consulted many times, and with a tacit understanding, they chose the path of light and darkness.

Wang Chongyang did his best to fight, not seeking longevity, and suppressing the Taoist sect of heaven and earth on the Demon Realm, like a brand that has penetrated into the bone marrow, making the ruler of the Demon Realm have no time to care about him for a short time.

Daoji created the ingenious dream-returning mind method. Every time the state of mind is raised, he can combine the existence of heaven, earth and Taoism in the dark, steal a layer of corresponding skills from the demon realm, and transform from demonic energy into Buddhist skills. body.

The successors of Huimeng Xinfa spread branches and leaves, and the water flows forever. Each generation, each of them, may never face the Demon Realm directly, and even their enemies may not be envoys of the Demon Realm, but some other evil faction masters. Kou, conspiratorial traitor.

But each of them has contributed to fighting against and weakening the Demon Realm all their lives.

However, from another perspective, such a confrontation, no matter how ingenious it is, is a helpless means.

Because there is no strength to directly bombard it and completely wipe out the disaster, this kind of measure can only be taken. Looking forward to that little hope, which can gradually accumulate into a greater chance of winning in the future, it can be said to be a real danger. Survival, the risk is great, it goes without saying.

Fortunately, in the past hundreds of years, the risks in this area have been covered up. Unfortunately, after the chaos decades ago, the distance between the Demon Absolute Territory and the earth has been shortened again. The risk just happened today.

"Ok?"

There was a murmur like a dream, as if in a long slumber, a casual glance, and then slowly woke up.

The face of the master of the Demon Realm stands out even more clearly in the Buddha's light. When the eyelids are opened, the rich magic and divine power are intertwined in it. The purple light and gold are in the center, and the black air and green light are floating in the corners of the eyes.

The two young monks in the Patriarch's Cave, the one wearing sunglasses, suddenly stared blankly at the golden body of the skeleton, so frightened that the sunglasses fell to the ground, and did not dare to move.

Xiaolong, who was punching, also became a little stiff, looking at the skeleton in bewilderment.

The entire golden skeleton vibrated slightly, emitting a rich purple brilliance from the inside out.

This kind of purple qi is extremely noble, exuding the supreme majesty and majesty of the Lord of Ten Thousand Vehicles. It is like the movement of the five elements in the world, the growth of vegetation, and the movement of beasts.

Don't say that the two young monks were shocked, even Abbot Guoqing at the entrance of the cave, and even the King Wuxiang felt a little trembling and awe from the power in his body.

"what happened?"

Under the mixed Buddhist skills, the Wuxiang Dharma King did not distinguish that the aura coming out of the cave was the aura of the master of the Demon Realm. Prepare to avoid reality.

"No Phase King!"

On Jiuju on the mountain peak in the distance, a pure white jade pendant floated up from his waist, bursting suddenly, and Zao Wou-ki's voice came out.

"This is the best Ziwei magic light in Moku Jueyu. Could it be that you can't tell it apart? If you don't move now, when will you wait?!"

"Ziwei magic light?"

The Formless Dharma King's mind was like lightning, he turned a hundred times and turned a thousand times, and made a bold move, fully boosting his power.

Under the circulation of the formless true energy, nine translucent tripods were cast around him.

The Jiuding is purely composed of true energy, but the patterns on the surface are completely exposed, full of texture, depicting various ancient patterns of slash-and-burn farming, beheading wild animals, building altars, and offering sacrifices to heaven.

It is said that the Jiuding secret technique passed down from Guigu's lineage can be traced back to the Guangcheng Immortal School where Zhou Wenwang Jichang belonged. However, after the Qin and Han Dynasties, the magic of this lineage fluctuated several times and disappeared.

When Wuxiang Dharma King was young, his whole family were thieves in the forest, and there were many gangsters under his sect. He loved to plunder rare treasures, destroy families and seize wealth, and opened countless mountains and tombs.

When he was selected as an envoy by the ruler of the Demon Realm, he experienced the existence of three different spatial dimensions, the Demon Realm, the Yin-Yang Realm, and the Earth.

Once the nine tripods come out, the scenery will move, you can point east and west, and travel through space, which is quite mysterious.

In the past, the abyss in the patriarch's cave was unfathomable, so he did not dare to use this method lightly, but now it is an opportunity that cannot be missed.

"Nine cauldrons move, move mountains to the west!"

Abbot Guoqing's eyes blurred, and suddenly he found himself three miles west of Xiaolin Temple, but the shadow behind him remained the same.

He looked back, and was shocked to find that the Patriarch Cave was still behind him.

The entire mountain where the Patriarch Cave is located was transported three miles away silently by the Nine Cauldrons, using the method of space switching and teleportation.

The foundation here is soft and cannot bear the weight of the entire mountain, so the mountain is slowly sinking, and the Patriarch Cave, located at the bottom of the mountain wall, will soon be completely submerged in the ground.

But there was no one in the Patriarch Cave.

Two young monks and a golden body of a skeleton are still left in the Xiaolin Temple, where the original foundation of the Patriarch Cave was.

Now that there is no mountain to cover it, it is suddenly clear, with the vast blue sky above the head, and a large area of ​​mountains and flat land around, and the two young monks are completely exposed to the sight of the Wuxiang Dharma King.

"It turned out to be two bald little thieves who haven't been weaned yet!"

The Formless Dharma King glanced at the two young monks, and wanted to do something, but when he saw the golden skeleton body, he suddenly became short of breath and couldn't care about anything.

At a glance, he could see the huge power contained in the golden body, and he could also see that the golden body had no owner, and the induction between the little monk and the golden body had been repelled by Ziwei's magic light.

"Master, I'm here to help you master this golden body, and come early with distraction!"

The nine transparent cauldrons around King Wuxiang floated up in the air and expanded outwards. The air waves rolled away and pushed the two young monks away, but kept the skeleton golden body in the circle surrounded by the nine cauldrons.

"Nine cauldrons receive, formless metamorphosis!"

When he yelled out this mantra, the Wuxiang Dharma King could hardly suppress his wild laughter.

He wants to help Ziwei Moguang, how to help, of course, use the Jiuding secret technique as soon as possible to collect all the Buddhist skills that have no owner in the skeleton golden body.

Without these Buddhist powers getting in the way, Ziwei Magic Light can immediately control this powerful skeleton body and become the carrier of the demon master's activities on the earth.

And after the Wuxiang Dharma King mixed these non-master skills with the Wuxiang magical skills, his own skills and foundations would also be greatly improved.

The nine cauldrons buzzed, and the skill in the golden body of the skeleton was divided into nine golden rainbows, which fell into the nine cauldrons, and then mixed with the phaseless true energy in the nine cauldrons, turned into transparent vitality, and gathered on the body of the phaseless Dharma King.

The source of Ziwei's magic light is not yet in this dimension, and the magic light that penetrated through it was traced backwards through the channel of returning to dreams. Under its influence, it is inevitable to be a little half-dream and half-awake.

But as long as there is magic light to repel it from inside, and the phaseless dharma king to collect it from the outside, and the inside should cooperate with the outside, the Buddhist skills in this golden body will be lost at an unimaginably fast speed.

In a short while, nearly [-]% had already been charged by Jiuding.

Abbot Guoqing rushed back to the temple, and was about to fight to the death, when suddenly there was a loud explosion in the sky, and a huge pattern opened.

It is like a lotus flower and more complex than a lotus flower, like a mandala flower, but more majestic than a mandala flower.

Black air billowed, diffused from the pattern, engulfed the place where the Formless Dharma King was, and completely enveloped the rocky plain.

There was a muffled sound of thunder, rushing back and forth in the black clouds, shaking people's minds, countless distracting thoughts constantly emerged, and the mind became dizzy.

Abbot Guoqing hurriedly retreated with the two young monks in his arms, complaining in his heart: "Where did this black energy come from? It's so ferocious, it looks like some old monster has come out of the mountain..."

But when he took a closer look, he also saw that this new "old monster" was not in the same group as the Formless Dharma King.

In the dark clouds, there seems to be a fierce conflict.

The Formless Dharma King was immersed in the joy of the soaring power, when he was caught off guard by Xuantian's destructive divine thunder, he was suddenly filled with distracting thoughts, and countless messy thoughts swarmed out of his mind.

Every moment there are dozens of thoughts circling in my mind, but before I can think about it, I have already replaced dozens of other intentions.

Arrogance, betrayal, nostalgia, hatred, brutality, teasing, grief, fear...

As an envoy of the Demon Realm, he originally had many and complicated desires in his heart, and the Formless Divine Art is a mimetic transformation with thousands of appearances.

The Xuantian God of Destruction Thunder, which has almost no effect on Genjiro, has a miraculous effect on him.

An Feiyu's thoughts of ghosts and immortals, like many pure crystals, flew at a high speed, and interfered with the Phaseless Dharma King with the thunder of the Xuantian Destruction God, and all of them were submerged in the golden body of the skeleton in a split second.

The essence of those crystal-like thoughts is the gathering of spiritual power. Once they are integrated into the golden body, the purple magic light on the surface of the golden body immediately fades a little, and the nine golden rainbows leading to the tripod are also cut off immediately.

Wuxiang Dharma King is also a six-star martial arts master after all, he has calmed down at this moment, and reprimanded him with hidden anger.

"Thousands of evil spirits are difficult to become holy, do you think that with this kind of sword, you can take the golden body in front of me with the magic of evil spirits and heretics? With your realm, even if you control the golden body, how long can you sustain it under internal and external attacks? , really looking for a dead end!"

Jiuding floated in the air and shook, the black clouds dispersed, and the thunder disappeared.

The figure of the Formless Dharma King shuttled back and forth, slapping the golden body of the skeleton with a palm.

At this moment, he saw a familiar figure appearing in the air, illusory and unreal.

'Is it the one who shakes the world of yin and yang? ! '

Guan Luoyang's image drifted away, unstoppably fast, and merged into the skeleton.