long night walk

Chapter 643
Feng Ju's body was full of wind and snow, leaving wild traces on the road of the underground palace where weeds were rampant.

This wind and snow is made concrete by his spiritual consciousness. For monks who set foot in the realm of Transcending Tribulation Realm, the realm of spiritual consciousness will be strengthened and changed beyond the essence. During this process, the aura of the domain will have Some of them can be turned into the lore of the four seasons, and some can be turned into the phenomena of heaven and earth, strange scenes and wonderlands.

Fengxue is one of the four seasons. Although it is the most common type in the division of domain auras, it is precisely because of this that it also proves that Feng Ju's cultivation is a real powerhouse in the Tribulation Realm.

The man's face that had gradually turned from blurry to clear was raised in the turbulent wind, and he brushed his new messy hair back, watching the remaining aura belonging to the two people in the void being discreet by the wind and snow, deduced into Mutually.

The misty snow, wind and ice dust vaguely outline a large area of ​​clouds and mist. Many scenes are reduced and visualized in the clouds and mist. Among them, you can see the mountains and rivers, the waves of the pines and seas. If you look closely, you can find that the scenes presented in it are exactly It is a thumbnail of the structure of this leyline.

Feng Ju stared at the cloud and mist intently, raised a bluish-gray skinny palm with death, and flicked across the void.

The scenery fluttered, and this time, in the misty clouds, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, and nothing could be seen, as if the deduced map of mountains and rivers had come to an end.

But the aura of the domain remained the same, without any change.

Feng Ju's eyes slightly admired, and he sighed with emotion: "The way of hiding the dew, the way of shedding the world, the two daughters of the Southwest, really are not ashamed of the word Tianjiao."

In the words, besides emotion, there is also a strong sense of unwillingness and jealousy.

Thinking that his Demon Sect has ruled all over the world for more than a thousand years, it was not because of bad luck, but because of the withering of talents.

First, the sword master Yu Jinghong appeared in the world, followed by Su Guanhai, Yin Dufeng and others. Together, the three of them created a golden generation of thousand-year-old immortals.

500 years later, the prosperous generation has not declined at all, and three outstanding geniuses, Su Jing, Yin Baishuang, and Ying Xiu, have emerged one after another.

Although Feng Ju had never met the crown prince Yingxiu of the Zhongyou Dynasty, seeing the stunning performance of these two daughters today, his heart was heavy.

The righteous way has three sons, how can the Northern Demon Sect usher in a comeback?
He sighed, his expression quickly returned to indifferent coldness, and the killing intent in his eyes became more determined. He stroked his little finger, then snapped off a small tailbone, crushed it into dust, and threw it into the wind and snow.

The wind and snow, which are intertwined with each other, are actually separated by themselves under the scattering of bone dust, forming a passage of nothingness.

He walked among the tunnels, on the left was the condensed snow and dust particles, and on the right was the whistling pure long wind.

At the end of the road formed by snow dust and long winds, you can see green trees like umbrellas, all the way up the avenue, everything you can see is green, a place where thousands of trees grow, and you can see the rhizomes of Jinqiu entrenched on the avenue.

In front of you, you can see a large lake with stacks of lotus flowers in the center of the lake, the water is thick and the mist is like yarn.

On the shore of the vast lake, the red clothes were like fire, like the only color in the world. She stared at the uninvited guest in front of her indifferently and coldly, like a silver butterfly hovering around her, the sword of Han Zhi hanging lightly dipped in the lake water.

The sound of ka-ka freezing spread for several miles, the lake water froze into ice, the fog gradually sank, and the lake surface became a mirror.

Su Jing closed his eyes and sat in the depths of the lotus. The mirror-like ice surface reflected the figure of pure jade. From a distance, it looked like a picture scroll of Qingyuan, full of the charm of spring and white snow.

Feng Ju stared at her in amazement for a long time, only to find that the woman in the depths of the lotus was as beautiful as she could be, but it was only her body here, and the spiritual platform was dark and silent, and her soul did not know where to go.

Feng Ju's expression instantly became incomparably dignified, and the hunting smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he said in a deep voice, "Soul Relief."

After finishing speaking, he sneered, and the cloth shoes under his feet crushed the weeds by the lake, and the black air around him gathered and collided like lead clouds in an instant. The frozen icy lake suddenly exploded and disintegrated, splashing up, and the cascading water lilies in the center of the lake swayed and fell quickly.

Su Jing, who was sleeping in the depths of the lotus, suddenly lost the protective aura all over his body, and he was about to lose control.

Yin Baishuang appeared in a red dress like a ghost and crossed in front of Feng Ju. Dozens of white pieces hung in the void, as if falling on an invisible chessboard. Half an inch of ice lake.

Yin Baishuang closed his eyes and pinched the sword formula with his hands, Han Zhijian's sword was shining brightly, spreading towards the entire lake like raindrops, the shattered ice was swept by the sword energy, turning into rain and falling into the lake , hitting ripples.

Feng Ju's eyes were full of hostility, and he pushed out with a palm impatiently, the baizi was shattered, and the icy lake was pushed out by thousands of waves, which contained extremely cold and chilling meaning, and it was bound to move towards the soul-dissolving woman in the depths of the lotus. Remake the past.

Su Jing's body in the state of leaving his soul is extremely fragile, not to mention the huge waves hitting his body, even with a layer of waves on his body, he might not be able to bear the heavy load.

Yin Baishuang's face was as cold as jade, her red sleeves rose violently, and the golden thunders burst out from her sleeves, negating [-]% of the palm's force.

Because of the huge disparity in cultivation between the two, even if Feng Ju raised his brows in amazement even if [-]% of the force of the palm was offset, the remaining [-]% ​​of the palm force was not something ordinary monks in the Chengling Realm could easily resist.

At the moment when the thunderbolts collapsed, Yin Baishuang could easily dodge the remaining [-]% ​​of the palm force if he reacted extremely quickly and congealed the white stone to move.

But what came out from in front of her were thirteen black and black chess pieces, and Mo Shaqi's intention cut another [-]% of his palm strength.

The remaining [-]% could not be changed, Yin Baishuang frowned, her silver teeth were clenched, she did not dodge or evade, she actually resisted with her body.

A palm fell to the shoulder, the red clothes shook, blood spattered, and the clear lake water was dyed red.

With the help of this huge counter-push force, Yin Baishuang retreated quickly, stepping on the heavy waves without much weight.

She spread out her arm at will, just in time to hold the Hanzhi sword that broke through the water. The sword energy is as frosty as snow, and the blade as thin as rice paper splits the water and cuts the waves. Like a mirror, don't provoke half a wisp of wind and residual foam.

The swaying and trembling water lilies in the middle of the lake also returned to calm.

Yin Baishuang leaped high and threw his sword into the lake, like a cold sword hidden in a huge snow mountain, went deep into the bottom of the lake, the lake water was frozen into thousand-year-old black ice again, and the cold air visible to the naked eye spread along the white clothes, freezing Su Jing in ice.

Let Feng Ju advance a few more steps, and the icy lake suppressed by the Hanzhi Sword will no longer disintegrate, just like the ancient sea of ​​glaciers that cannot be invaded in the long frosty night of ancient times.

Yin Baishuang was half-kneeling on the ice, with one arm hanging down naturally, and his shoulders collapsed. Originally, he was dressed in red, but as soon as he settled down, blood trickled down along the ice, like a snow gradually falling into the snow. A red flower blooms.

Feng Ju's eyes were extremely cold, and he said as if he was looking at a dead person: "From ancient times to the present, there are not many people who can be admired by this Dharma protector. Today, you two are considered a special case. One dares to release the soul. My body and soul will be completely destroyed, and I will lose the six realms forever, and a person who dares to protect me in front of this Dharma protector, how long will you be able to stop me with your mortal body cultivation at the Spiritual Realm?"

Feng Ju's words are absolutely unreasonable.

He entered the country as early as 200 years ago. It is true that he was a talented person from the generation of the Demon Sect. Later, he had to peel his flesh and soul bones. After losing his body of bones and bones, today he was nourished and devoured by the group of demonized monks, and reunited with his physical body.

Although this physical body is invisible to the world, but in this piece of land blessed by the underworld dragon, it also has a unique advantage for him.

Now, with the awakening of the underworld dragon's aura, the aura of Feng Ju, who is in the same line as him, has also been rising steadily, far better than ordinary tribulation-crossing powerhouses.

Yin Baishuang didn't think too much about this, and she didn't have any sense of awe in her heart. She slowly wiped away the blood on her lips, stood up, looked at the man dressed as a scribe with no expression on her face, and said with a sneer: "I want to fight you!" Just hit, why talk nonsense!"

Feng Ju's complexion sank, and then he restrained his gloomy expression, and said with a low smile: "How difficult is the art of soul unraveling, the son of a mere human being is trying to use three souls and seven souls to spread the earth veins and purify this magical spring. It's really admirable. It's no wonder that she is Su Zongzhu's beloved daughter. She really complied with Taixuanzong's tenet, and her Taoist heart should be as bright as a candle, illuminating everything in all directions. But I don't understand. She is the son of heaven, God's darling, why is she the one who finally chooses the soul solution instead of you."

The art of soul solution is a Taoism created by an unknown but great sage and sage in ancient times. It is similar to military solution, but it is fundamentally different.

Soul solution is the separation of soul and body, using the three souls and seven souls to dissolve the spiritual wind, the spirit crosses the land of the common people, and the demons pass through the world, just like the winter snow purifies the world, completely eliminates the breath of heaven and earth, and can cut off the two veins of its demon cultivators and demons , never continues.

It's a pity that the great practitioner who created the art of soul unraveling, after the birth of this technique, his physical body was old and aging.

From then on, the first practice of the Baijia Xianmen to enter the Tao is the technique of soul unraveling, in order to respect the sages of the ancestors.

The art of soul unraveling is a skill that everyone must learn, but since ancient times, no one has been able to truly purify the world with winter snow.

Humans have the seven emotions and six desires, and they can never be as pure and clean as snow. Even a thousand-year-old immortal, after going through the vicissitudes of thousands of mountains, who can maintain the same original intention.

If you are a little careless, you will not be able to purify the demons, but you will become turbid and polluted your soul instead. The soul does not need a physical body. Once it is contaminated with this black and turbid air, it is not to say that even if you become a fairy in this life, you are still just a demon fairy. Eternal life and eternal soul black stain, can never be redeemed and purified.

Because people have self-knowledge, even if everyone has learned this technique, no one dares to use it.

But once a person casts the soul-cleaning technique, it means that the person must be fully prepared for a desperate fight.

This had to attract Feng Ju's attention.

Not to mention that he himself relied on the power of the underworld dragon to survive so far. If the magic veins were purified and dried up, the underworld dragon, which feeds on the magic energy, would starve to the bone and usher in real death.

Even though the death process was extremely long, it was not a price Feng Ju could afford.

The great fear that rose in his heart made Feng Ju even more bitter and mean. He looked at the blood-stained woman and sneered again and again: "Or, compared to the girl from Taixuanzong, you are more afraid of death, and you are reluctant to leave this world of mortals. Daochangsheng?"

The cold lake is like frost, and the cold lotus shines on people.

Yin Baishuang stood on the frozen lake, her red dress was like an indestructible firework, fluttering in the cold wind, and when she looked at it for a while, she suddenly felt that the scenery was unparalleled, and it was hard to find one or two in the world.

Hearing Feng Ju's words, she raised her head and closed her eyes, and suddenly laughed softly. The indescribable emotions in those bleak eyes were all covered up, and when she opened them again, those eyes seemed tired. The bird returns to the forest without a trace.

She sarcastically asked: "Your world of mortals is just a purgatory for me, and this great way of longevity is the endless samsara of eighteen layers of purgatory. You say that I am afraid of death, but in fact I am carrying too many precious burdens. Unforgettable memory.”

The blood-stained thin lips lifted slightly, and at this point, the soft smile was indescribably sad: "I can't afford to die."

Feng Ju looked at her fixedly, at this moment, as if he had realized something, he couldn't help but shook his head and said with a smile: "It turns out that the inner demon is entangled with life, so it's no wonder you can't get rid of your soul."

The smile on Yin Baishuang's face was not lost, and he said: "If you think that I am standing in front of you because I can't understand my soul, then this is really your biggest misunderstanding about me."

Feng Ju was slightly stunned, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he suddenly felt that the woman in front of him had changed, although the distance was only a few miles away, in a trance, it seemed as if he was separated by thousands of miles of clouds, as elusive as seeing a mirage in the clouds.

But what can this elusive feeling change?
Chengling and Dujie are the difference between mortals and immortals. What can this person who is praised as a genius in the world rely on to turn the tide of battle.

Feng Ju didn't know the answer, but he knew that no matter what kind of miracle happened today, it could not change the ending that they would eventually become dragon food.

The smile on the corners of Yin Baishuang's lips that seemed to see through Feng Ju's thoughts became lighter, but it did not disappear completely. She stood still like a pine and bamboo in the forest, her body was as jade-like as fire, she stopped talking, and just slowly spread her eyes towards Feng Ju. A palm as white as snow.

A vague breath wrapped around her fingers, like a spring breeze blowing, or like a winter thunder waking up, red wind and purple lightning intertwined into several small vortexes, above the palm, there was a school of lightning and thunder, and the atmosphere was myriad.

As she raised her little finger gracefully, above the vortex of wind, thunder and lightning, black clouds gathered in the sky.

Feng Ju's face changed drastically, no matter how difficult it was to hide the horror and shock in his eyes, he said in a trembling voice: "This... this is actually the aura of a catastrophe!"

She is the son of a little human being, and she can't escape the catastrophe, holding all the catastrophes that symbolize the laws of heaven and earth in her hands.

At this time, Yin Baishuang's faint voice sounded, and he couldn't hear any sense of pride, only plain: "People in the world only know that 200 years of inheriting the spirit, and 300 years of surviving the catastrophe to become an immortal are holy miracles, and the grace of God is mighty, but who knows?" , I sought the Tao at the age of three, Kaiyuan at the age of 16, and Takumi at the age of 17. At that time, I was haunted by demons and fell into the mortal world. , the catastrophe comes, ten thousand dharmas come to me, I open the door to watch the sky, the sky full of thunder and calamity urges me to cross the gate of heaven, I refuse to become a fairy, arousing the wrath of all directions, I hold the sleeve of the catastrophe with one hand, this treasure is 20 year."

In her faint words, Feng Ju's face had already turned frost, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "How is it possible...how is it possible...how can there be such absurd things in the world."

Yin Baishuang sneered slightly: "Master Mozong Dharma Protector, do you know what a real genius is?"

"impossible……"

"Today, you are lucky to meet."

(End of this chapter)