[Chapter 1271 Old dog, fight again!]
“Say it.” Love the common people and cherish words like gold.
“Yes!” Xi nodded, and said one by one:
“There is no movement in Siling Mountain… The five powers of the Holy Palace are not dominated by the will of Jinzhao.
” There is no action, and we are continuing to follow up.”
“There is chaos in the Northern Territory Alliance, but it seems to be a small chaos caused by the death of the Puxuan Jiang family. Our people are still checking for details and whether there are additional circumstances.”
“The Banyue residence in the Southern Territory continues to be unstable… The location of the Half Moon Bay Secret Realm is too good for our power to interfere, so they have been in a semi-provocative state, which has not changed much from before.” “It is worth mentioning that…
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Hei The man in clothes paused for a moment, and said with solemn eyes: “The members of the Black Heart Fruit Clan in the Southern Territory disappeared out of thin air, including the half-sage.” Are you a half-sage? I just talked about him, and something went wrong…
Nine Jigui Spirit Body was a little surprised, “They’re all dead?”
“It’s not like death, it’s more like they entered a secret space collectively,” Xi said.
“Half-holy Tibetans have a ‘world-swallowing Gu’. He swallows his clansmen into the world inside the Gu, eliminating any worries, which means that the attack is not far away.” Ai Cangsheng had the overall situation in mind, and asked: “What is the result of your previous investigation on him?”
Xi thought for a while, and said:
“I have followed the pavilion masters of Banyueju Huacao Pavilion, and I have confirmed that they are related to the semi-sages of the Black Heart Fruit Clan.” “
But I can only follow them from a distance. There is no way to follow up.”
“Come closer, and I will be noticed by the half-sage.”
After a pause, Xi continued:
“As for the Black Heart Fruit Clan, I have entered the Holy Land of their clan with another identity. “
“The wind is raging there, the hearts of the people are shaky, and everyone yearns for the outside world. It doesn’t look like a semi-holy prison.” “
In summary, the possibility of Banyueju and the Black Heart Fruit Clan joining forces is already very high.”
Jiuji Gui Lingbody heard After finishing, he nodded appreciatively.
Little friend Xi is very powerful, she already knows it.
The Banyue Residence in the Southern Territory almost crushed all the branches of the Holy God Hall in terms of intelligence, showing the potential to be the leader.
Under such circumstances, it is commendable that Xi can still track down the owner of the Huacao Pavilion who is elusive.
As for sneaking into the semi-sacred place without being noticed, this is even more powerful.
“Good job, if possible, continue to investigate the semi-holy Tibetans.” Ai Cangsheng also said, with a touch of appreciation.
“Yes!”
“You know Xu Xiaoshou, right?” Ai Cangsheng changed the topic.
“My subordinates have only heard his name…”
“The master of Taoism said that on Void Island, Xu Xiaoshou has used the right time, place and people to complete the act of slaughtering saints many times in a different sense.” Love for the common people has a lot of meaning.
If he said this to Situ Yongren, Ai Cangsheng felt that he could already see the flame of dissatisfaction in the other party’s eyes.
After Ran Xi finished listening, his eyes were calm, as if he didn’t take Xu Xiaoshou seriously.
Ai Cangsheng prodded again: “He has surpassed Yu Lingdi.”
“Yes.”
After Xi nodded, he found that the second sage was still looking at him, so he opened his mouth again, and added:
“I dare not compete with Yu Lingdi first.” On a par.”
“Xu Xiaoshou has a great record, and he often wins the strong with the weak, and I am ashamed of myself.”
Jiuji Guiling’s red lips parted, and he hesitated to speak.
She thought that little friend Xi looked down on Xu Xiaoshou, but she dared to feel that this guy had put her position too low!
It’s like this again… Ai Cangsheng squinted his eyes, how about Gu Jianxiu being annoying, all of them are hypocritical to the extreme!
“What about the rest?” He returned to the topic.
Xi straightened his face, and said solemnly: ”Your lord, the
city of the dead Buddha is indeed in chaos, and it is still a riot!”
Repression.”
“As for the corner of the cross street, it is a chaotic place, there is no room for people from the Holy Spirit Hall, our people can’t go in.” “It
should be more chaotic inside, I heard that someone is going to rush out…”
Saying this, Shadow Under the mask, Xi’s gaze fluctuated.
He can guess who is causing the chaos, the god of “the gate of hell is closed, and the gods are called gods”!
That is, out of the ten seats, one person holds two seats in his life, and he is a peerless fierce man who will save the soul of his beloved even if he enters the gate of hell.
This is not something Xi can face at his current level.
Of course, Lord Cangsheng, who is also at the same level as God, is currently sitting in the hall.
Keeping an eye on Shen Yi is the most important task of the common people, there is no one, and it seems that there will be no accidents.
Hearing the sound, Ai Cangsheng moved his eyes and looked into the distance, as if he had broken through the limitation of time and space, and saw the bloody city in chaos in the distance.
The complicated power of Taoism lit up in his eyes, as if it contained all the answers to the most difficult questions in the world.
“The eyes of the great way…”
Xi only took a peek, then lowered his eyes.
“He can’t get out.”
Ai Cangsheng pushed the osmanthus wood wheelchair to the entrance of Shenghuan Hall, and slowly picked up the evil bow.
“Are you going to shoot an arrow?”
Xi couldn’t help looking back.
Then I saw a black bow and arrow as tall as a person, following the full moon, a terrifying red arrow with the aura of hungry ghosts, resentful spirits and evil spirits came out.
“Boom!!!”
The arrows flew in shock, and there was a loud noise in the hall of Shenghuan.
The arrow of the black evil bow pierced the sky, pierced through the clouds, left a black line on Guizhe Holy Mountain, and disappeared without a trace.
One arrow!
Xi was so excited that he wished he could teleport to the city of the Dead Buddha to see what effect this arrow could have.
But for Ai Cangsheng, this seems to be done casually.
After the arrow came out, he retracted the bow and fell back, pushing the osmanthus wood wheelchair, and returned to the previous position.
“Where’s the Dead Sea?” Ai Cangsheng asked calmly.
Xi suppressed the shock in his heart, and said in a solemn voice: “There is no abnormality in the Dead Sea. Sheng Nu Wuxiu can wake up for about half an hour every day, and has been talking to Wuyue Sword Immortal… to catch up on the past.” “Gou Wuyue…”
Love Cang Sheng murmured, drooping his eyes silently, not knowing what he was thinking.
…
the Dead Sea.
This is a closed dark space, like a large prison world.
The black sea flooded the whole world.
The ubiquitous enchantment of forbidden spells suppressed the resistance of all the spiritual masters imprisoned here.
The Dead Sea does not have deliberately divided cells.
But everyone imprisoned here must have been a well-known person in the Holy God Continent before.
They have a strong sense of territory, and based on the principle that well water does not violate river water, even if they may be enemies outside, they rarely pick quarrels and cause trouble when they fall into this place.
Everyone is a waste that has lost their spiritual energy.
Once two or two fight and each is injured, it is easy to be attacked by a third party and die quickly.
Although the Dead Sea can hold down ordinary alchemists, it can’t hold back, and there are many kinds of people.
Such as body repair, ancient sword repair…
or special species who are born strong and have special abilities.
All of these are not something that can be sealed by the Forbidden Law Barrier.
“Ex-senior…”
“Be sober! Forgive, forgive, senior…cough cough!”
In a certain black sea area, a man sank to the ground, trembling and spitting blood at the mouth, was stepping on a drain Straw sandals with thumbs and toes.
He is begging.
Snapped!
When the straw sandals spun and trampled, the man’s head exploded like a watermelon.
“Hey…”
There was an indescribable low growl from above.
Surrounded by demonic energy, there was a trembling figure.
Not long after, the man controlled the convulsions, the overflowing devilish energy was withdrawn from his body, and the scarlet eyes regained a gleam of spirit.
This is an old man in a coir raincoat, with a slightly bald head, a haggard face and black eye circles, as if he hasn’t slept in hundreds of years.
The sleeves of his hands had long since disappeared, exposing scorched black arms with a little bit of strength in the thin and cracked.
There is also a straw hat between the bald old man’s crotch. The straw hat is very broken, and the edges and corners are all worn out.
But when he was conscious, the old man seemed to choose such movements to cover up his only physical defect.
“Huh~”
In the Dead Sea, Sang Lao let out a deep breath, lifted the straw hat and put it on, covering the top of his skull, and at the same time hid the upper half of his face in the shadows.
The straw hats are more worn out.
“Another one died…”
The old man looked down at the headless man’s body under his feet, kicked it away, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh, “I’m sorry.”
Killing is not the original intention, but I only hope that Taoism will be peaceful.
Ever since he blocked the arrow for Xu Xiaoshou in the eight palaces, Sang Lao has been in such a state of madness.
At first, he retains a modicum of self-awareness.
After being thrown into the Dead Sea, he completely lost control and could no longer contain it with all his strength.
In this crippled prison where there are basically alchemists, his throne body has already been crushed.
What’s more, after going crazy and out of control, the special form of power that can’t be sealed is completely liberated.
The sleeveless and red scorched hands can’t hide at all, they are untied all day long, pushing across the Dead Sea.
“Zizi…”
As the arms swung, the Dead Sea bubbled up. It was the sound of sea water being scorched by high temperature.
Sleeveless and red burnt hands are of course a form of spiritual thinking.
But originally it was just a spiritual technique, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to be freed under the Dead Sea.
Sang Lao is very special, he came in under the evil bow.
In the confrontation of the extreme power of the two phases, madness and suppression are opposed, and the power of the penetrating mind is forced out!
At the beginning, the sleeveless and red Jiao hands really couldn’t get out.
In today’s time, sleeveless and red burnt hands have become the most extreme spiritual thought in a single form, and a real transformation has taken place.
Even if Sang Lao wanted to, he couldn’t get back his mutated “spiritual skills”!
It’s like being active has become passive.
He is suffering from the burning pain of his sleeveless and red hands all the time, and the people in the Dead Sea are panicking all the time.
——A fierce man who can passively display his spiritual thoughts under the enchantment of the forbidden law is still irrational! How can this not frighten a bunch of trash?
“Ah…”
With a long sigh, looking at the sleeveless arms, Sang Lao no longer knew how many people he had killed unconsciously.
Although there are more or less people who can enter the Dead Sea, there is more than enough to die.
But such slaughter is really not in his nature.
“Xu Xiaoshou…”
Sang Lao couldn’t see the sky and light when he looked up, walking towards his destination.
As the descendant of Shenggong Jinzhao…
When he was hit by an arrow, he knew that he would not die.
Because even if he betrayed the holy palace, junior brother Mu Lin would save him, and Master Long Rongzhi would save him.
In the background, he can’t die at all.
What’s more, it is impossible for the Eight Venerable Masters to just sit back and watch him die.
As the fourth son of the Holy Palace…
Dead Sea can suppress others, Sang Lao knows that he cannot suppress himself.
Just like the inner island of the void island, the eight gods can’t be suppressed.
In Tiansang Linggong, Sang Lao’s cultivation was low because of his physical injury.
Since then, he has been recuperating all the way, and he has almost recovered from his injuries.
The insanity brought by the evil bow can torture ordinary people to death, but those who have grown up after being tortured all the way can’t die.
No, Mr. Sang has evolved from being muddled to being able to wake up for half an hour every day.
Jinzhao is of the same vein, and the word “suffering” is written on the back, so he cherishes the talent, cherishes the talent that can survive from “suffering”.
Jinzhao has always protected his weaknesses, and there are some reasons for this.
Sang Lao felt that if he was practicing ancient swordsmanship, he would soon be able to sharpen a magic swordsmanship, and practice it from being insane.
Similarly, in the eyes of geniuses, the Dead Sea is like a life-and-death experience.
Those spiritual skills that couldn’t bear the strong pressure disappeared completely, but the life-long proud work of Sleeveless Red Jiaoshou evolved along with it.
“Although the direction of evolution is unexpected, I really became sleeveless, but it is not far from what I thought at the beginning…”
Old Sang stepped forward, his eyes bright.
He has the arrogance of the fourth son of the Holy Palace and the second-in-command of the Holy Slave. Even if he doesn’t pass through the Dead Sea, he knows that he can’t be suppressed by that thing.
Now everything can be verified at that time.
That being the case, many things Sang Lao thought about can be practiced in this place where no one cares about them.
For example…
When Sang Lao was practicing in the Holy Palace, he raised such a question to his little friends:
“Can the power of profound truth really only be cultivated in the realm of the throne? Who stipulated it?”
At that time, Xiao Qixiu is still studying his “spiritual swordsmanship” that he says can surpass the ancient swordsmanship, but has so far failed to master it
; , turning emptiness into reality, surpassing the secrets of heaven, and creating creatures in anger;
Ye Xiaotian built a car behind closed doors with the most powerful space attribute, and didn’t want to break through anything. He just wanted to draw the most powerful and complete profound meaning for the broad avenue of the way of refining spirits. period.
When asked about this, the three naturally scoffed.
Old Sang disagreed.
He never thinks that it has always been the way it is, that it is insurmountable.
So he brazenly chose to attack and cut the road, regardless of Ye Xiaotian’s dissuasion.
Later, when Zhan Dao, Tai Xu, and injured fell back to Zhan Dao, he mainly studied this idea.
Can’t break through!
After decades of research, it seems that they are just digging into a dead end, and the research is wrong.
Sang Lao did not accept his fate.
He feels that there is opportunity in everything.
Just as Kuileihan carried out form, qi, and deification into spiritual ideas, Dao Qiongcang created the scroll of the sky with the technique of celestial secrets, and the gods also used the method of opening and piercing acupuncture points to light up the picture of the human body’s profound meaning.
His dream is achievable.
The esoteric array map can be lit at any time.
Like the like of the Eight Masters, they are the next generation – just like Ye Xiaotian, it is a disgrace to the world of geniuses to keep one’s place and walk the safest path.
Mr. Sang felt that his idea was the idea of a genius, so he implemented it until the end. After encountering decades of bottlenecks, he found a breakthrough.
Relying on one’s own strength alone, it is indeed impossible to open the Profound Truth Formation after the Throne Dao Realm.
If it was possible, geniuses like Yan Wuse would have opened early.
But Sang Lao felt that the difference between him and Yan Wuse and other spiritual refining lights was that he dared to fight and endure pain.
Therefore, he thought of another method, which was inspired by the eight gods.
Under the enchantment of forbidden law, everything is pressed back to the source, but the Eight Masters can break through.
That being the case, can I use external pressure to realize the Tao and realize the diagram of the Profound Truth when the realm is pushed back to the realm that is not even the throne realm?
“If this idea can be realized, in theory, as long as one breaks through the innate and masters the power of innate attributes, everyone can realize the Dao and master the esoteric array!
” Swollen to the sky, because this even surpasses the ‘spiritual thoughts’!” “
After all, the threshold of ‘spiritual thoughts’ is too high, leaving aside the trash, it is basically cutting the way, too empty, to complete the spiritual thoughts Practice.”
“Well, the diagram of the Profound Truth Formation is much simpler, and you can also rely on external assistance, such as finding the ancient Bodhi tree…” “Take
ten thousand steps back, find the elixir such as the fruit of enlightenment and refine it into a pill, take it, It’s okay to cooperate with the enlightenment…”
“Absurdity is indeed absurd, but when Che Shennian was first born, didn’t everyone think it was absurd?”
Mr. Sang seized the only time he was awake, while continuing to think and try his own way. The subject research of Sheng Gong when he was a student, while walking to the destination.
His eyes flashed brightly, staring at the one-armed white-clothed swordsman, and shouted loudly:
“Old dog, let’s fight again, I feel it!”
(End of this chapter)
