The Heavens: Starting from Traveling through Song Qingshu

Chapter 156 The person who destroys the Jingnian Temple, the devil emperor, Song Xuan!
The three holy monks couldn't understand why Song Xuan was so strong, it was normal.

Because in theory, the path that Song Xuan took was neither pure martial arts nor pure cultivation of immortals, but a special way of swordsmanship after the combination of immortal cultivation and martial arts.

An original way of swordsmanship that is most suitable for his own swordsmanship talent.

He has already walked out of his own way. For the four great monks who are still groping and practicing, this is almost a dimensionality reduction blow, a complete and complete suppression.

"Time to hit the road!"

Song Xuan didn't say any more, but slashed out with a sword, and the pale golden metallic sword element roared out, turning into a sharp sword light more than ten feet wide and sweeping across, completely submerging the figures of the three holy monks.

After tearing the bodies of several people into a pool of blood mist, the sword glow didn't even fade away. The sword glow passed across the sky, and finally landed on a Buddhist pagoda in the distance with the sound of rolling thunder.

boom!
The next moment, the sky was full of stones and dust, like rainstorms, scattered snow powder, scattered in all directions!

Standing above the rubble, Song Xuan said indifferently, "I gave you a chance!"

At the same time, Liu Qinglian's figure emerged from his chest, looking at the messy temple, he said in shock, "Brother, are you already so powerful now?"

"It's okay!" Looking at the adoration in Liu Qinglian's eyes, Song Xuan laughed and said, "It's just that a holy place of martial arts has been destroyed in a snap of the fingers, it's not worth mentioning!"

Liu Qinglian pursed her lips and smiled, then she flew down and stood above the dead monks, as if she was thinking about something.

"What's the matter?" Song Xuan stepped into the air and smiled.

"I don't know, I just feel that the spirit energy dissipated after the death of these masters seems to be useful to me, but I don't know how to use it for a while!"

"Well, why don't you try to see if you can absorb it?"

Liu Qinglian nodded, and opened her mouth to inhale downwards. In an instant, the dissipated monk's spirit seemed to be drawn, and began to gather in her mouth.

But after only taking a few sips, she burped and said, "I'm full, it's too much, I can't eat anymore!"

Song Xuan was thoughtful, and took out the picture book rewarded by the bronze mirror from his arms, and then gently shook it downwards.

A strange scene appeared, but the spirit energy remaining after the death of the four great monks gathered into a small gray stream, which was slowly absorbed by the album.

And with the influx of these spirits, Song Xuan vaguely felt that the souls of Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao in the album seemed to move slightly.

Song Xuan's face brightened, and he took the album and waved it over the corpses of other monks in the temple, but unfortunately, there was no response.

"Brother, why doesn't the picture album of their spirit of life and death refuse to be included?"

Song Xuan rubbed his chin and guessed: "The four great monks have already touched the realm of the great masters, and this realm should be the corresponding initial stage of Taoist refining Qi and transforming gods.

At this stage, one has already begun to touch spiritual cultivation. Perhaps only after the death of masters of this level can their spirit be seen by the album! "

As he spoke, he put the picture book into his arms again, and said: "In short, this is a good thing. The energy of masters after death is nourishment for you, and you have a way to improve your strength!"

Liu Qinglian giggled and said: "I don't care about that, I just want to make my soul body solidify as soon as possible. Then, brother, you can experience a special pleasure that is different from the past!"

Song Xuan's eyes lit up, and said: "Without the shackles of the physical body, as a soul body, you should be able to change into various forms, right?"

Liu Qinglian was not sure: "It should be possible, but I am too weak now, and I can't support the change brother, what do you want to do?"

Young Master Song chuckled, "It's nothing, when we have time later, let's study some special gameplay!"

The relationship between humans and ghosts is over, and thinking about it makes him a little excited.Ning Caichen can do it, but I can't?
Not only do I have to do it, but I also want to fight three with one!

Liu Qinglian licked her lips and said with a grin: "At that time, I will become Zhou Zhiruo, brother, please don't take pity on me!"

"Is this your special way of revenge?" Song Xuan asked.

"Yes!" Liu Qinglian did not hide it, and said with winking eyes, "When the time comes, I will be Zhou Zhiruo, brother, you must whip me severely!"

Song Xuan is speechless, this little girl, it seems that Zhou Zhiruo robbed her of the Queen's position in the last world, and she has always been worried about it!
"Okay, this place is full of dead people, it's not appropriate to say this now!"

Song Xuan waved his hands, looked at the corpses all over the ground below, and said with emotion: "Luohong is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers, so many corpses of eminent monks are used as nutrients, in the spring of the coming year, the flowers, plants and trees in this monastery will definitely grow. Be extraordinarily prosperous!"

With a thought in his mind, Song Xuan's Xuantian epee fell to his back, and continued: "They were born in the Buddhist monastery and died in the Buddhist monastery. I'm letting them return to their roots!"

Liu Qinglian kept nodding her head and said: "Brother, you are kind-hearted and sent them to the west. As for whether they can become Buddhas, it depends on their own good fortune."

Song Xuan laughed, and said: "Everyone calls me the Devil Emperor, so why not, in this world, I am the Devil Emperor!"

As he spoke, he flew up like a blue cloud, without stagnation in mid-air, and swiped his vertical fingers like a sword across the air, leaving a line of writing on the top of the stupa, the tallest tower of Jingnian Temple.

"Mie Jing Nian Temple, Demon Emperor, Song Xuan!"

Good deeds need to be famous, Song Xuan has no intention of being an unsung hero.

People in today's world may not understand what he did, but it doesn't matter. After decades or hundreds of years, people in future generations will definitely give him a fair evaluation.

In the troubled times of the demon monk, the devil emperor Song Xuan put down the calamity of the demon monk with one sword, this is a great merit!

On the top of the stupa, the line of handwriting is cold and radiant for nine days, showing the horror of the person who branded the handwriting.

Similarly, under the light of the sword light, the bloody aura in the monastery full of corpses was filled with eerie aura, which also marked that this holy place, which had dominated the world of martial arts for hundreds of years, was completely going to perish!

Song Xuan walked around the Jingnian Temple again, and after confirming that there were no monks alive, he chose to leave.

Of course, in some secret rooms, he actually found some young women imprisoned. As for what they came for, it was self-evident.

These are also poor people, Song Xuan didn't make things difficult for them, but just broke the shackles on the door and left quietly.

So far, this great battle related to the formation of martial arts and the formation of the world has come to an end completely. It ended with the rise of the devil emperor Song Xuan stepping on the bones of hundreds of eminent monks in the Jingnian Temple.

(End of this chapter)