long night walk

Zan Hai probably never thought in his whole life that he would be hit head-on by Xu Yan's sword in its sheath one day.

Zan Hai, who was hit by the sword-killing array head-on, uttered a miserable cry, and landed from the clouds.

Xu Yan was surprised, apparently he did not expect to accidentally injure his companion.

He patted the scabbard again, the sword array returned to the scabbard, and looked at Bai Li'an deeply.

"The talent of the corpse demon race, the power of devouring?"

Bai Lian smiled lightly and said, "Good eyesight."

Xu Yan's eyes turned, and his thumb lightly stroked the lines between the scabbards. The simple and simple scabbard was full of strong sword intent ready to go.

"It's not uncommon for the royal corpse demon to awaken the racial talent..."

Xu Yan lowered his eyes and landed on the bloody gun in Bai Lian's left hand, and slightly lifted his lips.

"But it's the first time I've seen two kinds of racial talents combined and superimposed."

After all, Zan Hai is a white fairy who is in the state of gods. Although he was hit by the ten thousand sword formation head-on, he fell into the clouds in a mess.

But soon he stabilized his aura again, stepped on the green gangster, with afterimages bursting out, his body skills plundered, and he chased after him angrily:

"Xu Yan, I think your sword practice is nondescript!"

"What are you arguing about? The majestic Baixian, who can't even handle a corpse demon who has crossed the tribulation realm, still has the face to quarrel here?"

The one who spoke was the only Baixian Shoufeng among the four immortals who didn't pay much attention to appearance.

He looked old and aged, with sagging skin on his face, and under the thin layer of skin, there was a glistening and clear celestial bone.

He moved ten fingers on his chest, and in the blink of an eye, he formed several ancient handprints.

A handprint was completed, and a huge mountain and valley appeared in the sky above Bai Lian's head.

One seal, move mountains!

The second handprint followed by consummation, and the mighty cloud under Baili'an's feet turned into a blue sea of ​​blue waves.

Eryin, move to the sea!
This is the real supernatural power of the immortal, the magic technique of the white immortal, and the means of the power of heaven and earth!

The mountains and the sea are not the phenomena of heaven and earth, but the real and substantial mountains and rivers in the world. For him, he moved mountains and seas here with his powerful Taoism!

The wind is blowing, and the fairy clothes are fluttering!
"Fill the sea!" As he clasped his palms together, Haohao's righteous energy rushed to the sky, and the purple energy of the mountains came from the east, turning into a bridge and directly reaching the sky above the sky.

He borrowed the secret of the sky with purple energy, and Jiuqing Lingze came into the mountain.

The purple air is green and mysterious, and the depiction of that mountain becomes more majestic and majestic.

The colors of the two qi are intertwined like the brushstrokes of dragons and snakes, and the light and shadow are exquisitely painted, forming a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers in an instant.

Falling into the mountain, filling the sea!
The mountains are like dragons, and they are powerful!
A mountain can fill the sea, not to mention the tiny figure of a corpse in the sea.

With a loud bang, the wings of the bird that covered the sky and the moon disappeared into the clouds, and the mountains and the sea merged into a line!
Wan Lai is as quiet as death!

Even the fast-moving clouds were frozen as if frozen in time.

Sword Immortal Xuyan narrowed his eyes with a smile, couldn't help clapping his hands and praised: "I haven't seen you in a hundred years, brother Shoufeng's mountain and sea skills have really improved a lot, he can actually mobilize the power of heaven and earth, move Fanshan, build Overpass, Jieling Road, Yushan reclamation, can be called great supernatural powers!"

Bai Xianshoufeng stroked his beard, he was always calm, and he didn't show any expression of favor.

He just sighed and said, "It's a pity that in this way, the two corpse beads that should have been enshrined in the Golden Immortal Hall are difficult to recover."

Zan Hai couldn't help laughing and said: "The Royal Corpse Bead is of no use to my immortals, it's just used as a trophy for collection, and it's no pity to destroy it, after all, it's just a dead thing.

But this son is different. He is the No. 17 royal family of the corpse demon clan. The corpse king's generals sealed it for him and created a descendant even at the expense of his own life. If he is allowed to grow and become bigger, it will be a catastrophe in the future!

Now brother Shoufeng masters the mountain and river technique, but it is also a catastrophe for the immortal, and the future troubles will be eliminated forever. "

Shoufeng has always advocated Zhuzhan Zhuzhan, and he is omniscient in his orders, just wanting to complete them perfectly.

Originally, his demeanor was a little dignified and nervous, but now he heard his words, and his complexion calmed down a little.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a ray of sword light shone straight into an extremely long white line.

Divide the majestic mountain reclaimed from the sea into two from the middle, and cut a huge straight and sharp gap.

Flying springs and waterfalls, flying across chaotic clouds, and sword qi!
Bai Xian Fengshou's body trembled slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the palms of his hands suddenly split deeply with a huge incision, and blood gushed out from the palms like a fountain.

He frowned, clenched his fists involuntarily, and looked over with cold eyes.

Among the rolling gravel, Bai Lian was holding a sword on the top, his face was pale, his spiritual power surged like a spring, and the seven spiritual power nodes flickered wildly, as if they were collapsing.

Fengshou hid his fists with blood flowing like a river in his big sleeves, his eyes lit up with purple lightning and blue frost, and his fighting spirit was aroused!

Just at this moment, an arm with a big pink sleeve stopped in front of him.

Fengshou's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and he looked at Baixian Tan Yuansi with a puzzled expression: "Brother?!"

Tan Yuansi was the oldest among the four immortals, but she was the most fancy-dressed one.

He was dressed in a peach blossom gauze dress, with delicate features and youthful features, with curved eyebrows and eyes.

He was born with a smiling face, and his aura seemed to dare to be in the sky. Only those eyes were condensed, which seemed to contain the meaning of five-petaled flowers blooming, staring deeply at Bai Li'an, which made people unconsciously feel a little cold. A bone-chilling crisis.

Compared with the extraordinary-looking fairy artifacts held in the hands of the remaining three immortals, he only held a plain old bamboo pen in his hand that did not display spiritual power.

But just such an ordinary bamboo pen, paired with his eye-catching peach shirt, has an indescribably gentle and sentimental feeling.

Tan Yuansi looked at Tiance Junshan held high in Bailian's hands, and the five-petal flowers in his pupils swayed and bloomed, as if a ray of strange light flickered past quickly.

His tone was light, with a hint of inexplicable meaning: "The Tiance Junshan sword fell into your hands..."

When his eyes fell on the bright and complete inscription on the Tiance Junshan sword, the strange color in his eyes deepened:
"And looking at the situation, this sword has recognized you as master?"

For some reason, when he finished speaking, Bai Lian felt his originally indifferent state of mind arouse a trace of extremely strong hostility for no reason.

This hostility has nothing to do with position, nor has it to do with the killing order issued by the Immortal Venerable.

And it seems... It has a great connection with the sword in his hand.

Shoufeng's face changed slightly when he heard the Tiance Junshan sword, and then he heard that the sword had recognized the owner, the corpse demon's expression was all the more weird, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes when he looked at Bai Li'an .

Tan Yuansi's brows and eyes were still curved, with a smile on his face, and a gentle color bloomed in his eyes, and he took a step forward.

With one step, there is a breeze, and the peach blossoms fall like red rain.

The mountains are tilted, the sea is exhausted, and the chaotic clouds are dry!

Rain and rain, peach blossoms flying catkins, destroying everything.

"Two thousand years ago, this immortal was still a green bamboo in the forest of an inch of land overseas. I was fortunate enough to encounter the collapse of Kunlun Shenshan every 2000 years, and I was irrigated with a ray of sacred meaning from the sacred mountain. human form.

He has practiced Taoism for a hundred years and has made some achievements. He is a teacher of Kunlun Mountain. He was once accepted as a disciple by the spirit fairy on Kunlun Mountain. "

Speaking of the past when he became famous when he was young, the smile on Tan Yuansi's face deepened, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of reminiscence.

"At that time, there were [-] apprentices from Kunlun, including immortals, demons, and monks. They were all outstanding geniuses in the world. Only I emerged and topped the [-]. I was only one step away from becoming a master of Kunlun Mountain and becoming a disciple of Kunlun. .”

Speaking of this, the smile on Tan Yuansi's face faded a lot, and he couldn't help shaking his head: "Unfortunately, I have difficulty with the last question given by the Qingshui lady."

Bai Lian stood with his sword back, covered his lips with his sleeve, and coughed twice. When he put down his sleeve, there were spots of scarlet in his white sleeve.

He raised his eyes, looked at Baixian Tan Yuansi calmly, and said lightly: "So, what does this have to do with me?"

He blocked the famous stunts of the three white immortals one after another, and it seemed easy on the surface, but in terms of realm, after all, there was a whole big realm between them.

If it weren't for the dual cultivation of immortals and demons, and the use of Jianzi Jue, Tiance Junshan Sword, and Sishui Shenyuan's various trump cards.

Based on his own realm and cultivation alone, he might not be able to survive even one round.

But even with many methods, it is not easy to escape from the siege of these four people.

The previous battle with the Fallen Immortal Fengxu, and even the killing of dragon fish and whales and other vicious creatures, was already severely consumed and damaged, and there was no time to adjust and recuperate, and then dealt with the murderous talisman One time, he was seriously injured for the second time.

Today, both mind and body are reaching their limits.

Among the four people in front of him, Tan Yuansi, who seemed the most unfathomable, hadn't made a move yet.

"Of course it has something to do with you." Tan Yuansi smiled lightly, pointed at Tiance Junshan Sword, and sighed: "The last question this Qingshui lady left me is precisely this sword."

"If you want to inherit elegance, you can only purify your heart and soul. The way I cultivate is to open the way for guarding clouds and flowers, and bamboo is used as a weapon for cutting. I should have respected and kept away from things like swords that are too aggressive.

But since it was a question posed by a Kunlun female official, when I was young and high-minded, I was eager to try it.

It's just that I didn't think that today Ce Junshan's sword has a remnant stroke, which is as heavy as Kunshan. No matter how my soul power and sword language are, it will be like a spring breeze passing by, and I will not move. There is no solution to this problem. "

"At first, I thought it was the female official Qingshui who deliberately made things difficult, so she took a mortal weapon that cannot possess spirits as the topic."

Tan Yuansi smiled brightly: "I don't know, but I am superficial. In this world, there are really people who can display the true power of the Tiance Junshan Sword."

"That's right, how can a sword forged by the majestic Qingshui female official of Kunlun Mountain be ordinary? Although I am an immortal cultivator, in front of the immortal officials in the Kunlun Pure Ruins, I still have a worldly heart. "

Bai Li'an's eyes flickered, what did he mean by what he said, did he mistakenly think that the sword was forged by the Qingshui female official?
And looking at his expression and voice, between his words, it seems that he has a lot of admiration and remembrance for this Qingshui female official.

It's no wonder that the Baixian Tan Yuansi felt so hostile towards him when he saw the sword becoming a spirit.

It turns out that there is such a cause and effect.

He became famous when he was young, and he stood out among the three thousand immortal geniuses. When he was most energetic, he stayed away from Kunlun because of a sword.

With such arrogance, how could he be willing to be a disciple of Kunlun Outer Mountain.

The sword that once made him depressed as a young man now shines brilliantly in the hands of a corpse demon.

What kind of embarrassment should this be?

A cause and effect, a deep grudge.

"However, this is also good. The sword that once made me feel helpless, let me ask the sword today to try its edge."

Tan Yuansi smiled slightly, and said: "Brother Shimo, don't you want to die too fast, you have to let me do my best."

He took another step, and the green bamboo brush fell between his fingers.

Draw flowers and branches, outline Fengyue Mountain and river situation.

In March in the world, the city is full of peach blossoms.

The peach fragrance is fragrant, and the light pink smoke is like a gentle fire, which burns and dyes the faint white clouds into pink, rolling over the remaining clouds and hooking the moon, so soft and elegant.

Behind the extreme coquettishness, there is endless killing intent.

The sea of ​​peach pink clouds was like a wave, and it became extremely dangerous in an instant, enveloping Bai Lian's figure heavily in it.

A piece of soft petals fell on the edge of the sword in Bailian's hand, and instantly turned into a handful of powder mist to linger.

The straight and perfect sword pattern suddenly lost its brightness as if it had been cut off by some mysterious force.

For a moment, Bai Lian suddenly lost feeling in that arm, and Tiance Junshan sword fell into the mortal world.

The momentum of the sea of ​​flowers and clouds rose again, and as they passed by, the dark blood energy in Baili'an's body was completely washed away, the corpse beads were silent, and his spiritual power was as dead.

The two completely different power systems were sealed off by each other in just an instant, and it was difficult to operate half a point. At this moment, Bai Lian looked like a mortal.

If it wasn't for Huahai's entrustment, Yudun might not be able to, and fell down like the Cejun mountain sword that day.

Tan Yuansi's five-petalled eyes flicker, the mist on the eyebrows floats unceasingly, the bamboo pen changes constantly, and the pink spiritual mist is like light ink, wandering with the brush strokes into a dazzling and mysterious free painting environment.

Bai Li'an was in the center of the big mirror, as if he was in a cage of Taoism.

The peach petals in the sea of ​​clouds are like drizzle, endlessly fitting on Bai Lian's skin.

Bai Lian looked down at the peach petals who regarded his clothes as nothing, stared at him seriously and said: "Spiritual mystery, are you a talisman who specializes in spiritual power?"

The petals stuck to the skin, and the blood and energy in Bailian's body were sucked away by the petals at an alarming speed.

Bai Li'an suddenly felt that his heart was empty, as if being hollowed out by an invisible hand, and there were green and green branches extending from the empty heart.

There are clusters of pink and young flower buds between the branches, tremblingly facing the wind, slowly blooming and pistils, the color changes from white to pink, and then turns from light pink to red, and finally the dark red at the end gradually turns purple, blooming to in full bloom.

Deep purple cracks spread across Baili Anxin's mouth.

"That's right, I'm not a swordsman, nor a Taoist of Xuanfa. I don't practice ten thousand methods, I only practice talismans."

Bai Immortal Tan Yuansi crossed his arms and smiled lightly: "The journey to immortality is long, and I have spent my whole life only attacking one and cultivating one method.

One stroke of immortality can last a lifetime. Even though he is a white immortal, he is still capable of fighting against ordinary golden immortals. "

"Have you heard of... Fu Xian's painting scene, the flowers are blooming, and the bones are withering."

(ps: The update is late, sorry, there will be another update tonight)