Deep in the Taihang Mountains, there was a sound of thunder, and branch-shaped lightning flashed and disappeared.
The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing, it’s the summer solstice.
Among the mountains, under the blinding rain curtain, there is a strange existence standing.
Eight demon-like arms stretched out from the deep darkness and stayed at the same height as the mountains.
A ferocious arm spreads its hands, and a figure in mysterious clothes sits on the palm. There is nothing to isolate him from the heavy rain. He closes his eyes and lets the summer solstice heavy rain soak his whole body. The arm holding up the human figure is covered with red iron scales, and there are muscles pulled by it.
Rhythm relaxation.
Directly above the human figure, one hand holds a bronze cauldron, one hand holds a red copper sword, the other holds a gold and jade sword, and an arm is surrounded by a silvery moon river like a silk ribbon.
There are twinkling stars in the river, which are fish and dragons. Since the Jianyue River was created by water, these little guys poured into the Jianyue River as if they had found their former home and swam. After all, they found a better place.
Leaving the body of the red dragon, he is no longer hidden in Li Xi'an's scales.
Their figures are swimming in the Jianyue River, like a star hanging in the water.
There are also three arms forming a mysterious handprint, exuding a breathtaking charm.
The heavy rain blurred this scene, and it looked like a demon statue descending into the world to display its divine demeanor. If the eight ferocious red arms did not relax and rise in a regular manner, it would really look like a magnificent statue left over from ancient times.
Li Xi'an slowly opened his eyes, and the blazing golden light threatened to tear through the rain curtain as he opened his eyes.
"it's over."
Taihang Baxing.
This practice did not improve his state in any way, but it was like a transformation.
Now that the main body has hands, there will be more ways to fight in the future. He laughed muffledly, and suddenly thought of the funny scene in his mind of four arms greeting others' limbs, and the remaining four arms greeting others' heads. The fight with the real bone statue of Hengxiao Jinni
In the middle, Li Xi'an understood something. In many cases, there was no need to waste his spirit and magic, he could just crush him with his body.
Taihang Baxing's eight arms stretch out at will from his domain, and can be used by the opponent unexpectedly in the future.
His current body strength is comparable to that of a real bone statue, and most of those ancient monks did not practice physical techniques.
If it were stronger, it might kill him directly.
After all, Taihang Baxing Stretch is not just a pure body, it also carries the core method of the Jade Hand of Creation. The Jade Hand of Creation, one spirit can transform all spirits, and it can drive thousands of arms very efficiently with a small amount of spiritual consciousness, which can cover the sky.
Under the suppression of the seal that shimmers like stars, the opponent has no way to survive. The number of Taihang Baxing's arms will never increase. In the past few days, Li Xi'an has slightly understood the method of transforming one into ten thousand in the hands of Good Fortune.
The hand of Xing controls the five elements independently, which is no different from the control of his manifested body.
During the battle against the ancient monks in this world, there was an inexhaustible supply of spirits under the resurgence of the mountains. In addition, Li Xi'an's own amount of spiritual energy was quite terrifying, so he almost never worried about the problem of spirits. But he was about to go to the imperial capital.
When I see an ancestor, I no longer have a vast reserve of spiritual energy.
I have dealt with him before, and most of this ancestor's strength was blocked by the altar.
But the ancestor is the ancestor after all, and this bamboo basket soul collecting master is not a cross-border true one, but an unshakable person who truly has a foothold in this world.
"The lifespan of a demon is already long. You are only over two hundred years old now. You will reach the extreme palace realm when you are over two hundred years old and less than three hundred years old... Not to mention demons, even a human's cultivation speed is completely reversed.
It's a matter of heaven." Seeing Li Xi'an stand up, Jin Xiao knew that his practice was over, so he conveyed the emotions he had accumulated over the past few days.
When he was three hundred years old, Hengxiao Jinni was also in the Ji palace.
Until he was a thousand years old, Hengxiao Jinni was the Master Hengxiao Jinni.
Jin Xiao knew that this world was creating a number of monsters, such as the red dragon in front of him, which could completely overturn the knowledge of the monks in the past. The rise was equivalent to reopening the world. The creatures who established themselves in this world will become legends after thousands of years, and are ancient primitives.
myth.
"What is the purpose of Hengxiao Jin Ni's coming to Taihang? Isn't it as simple as plundering the source of energy?" Li Xi'an stood on the eight steps, overlooking the vast mountains like the sea under the heavy rain.
"I don't know." Jin Xiao replied.
"But I can feel that the master is determined to get this mountain range, and there should be something he cares about. The master had no connection with this mountain range when he was in Kyushu, and the sleeping small world cannot contact the real world. So it can be said that infiltration
What purpose does the filth have on this mountain? Wait, time will tell."
Li Xi'an was silent for a moment, his eyes darkened with golden candles.
"Yeah, time will tell us who is the final winner."
He soared into the air, and Taihang Baxing retracted into the void. Only the arm holding the tripod still existed. The rain suddenly changed, because the huge beast's movement stirred up strong winds, cutting across the torrential rain like a sharp knife.
The golden candle is as dazzling as a rising torch.
At this moment, Li Xi'an had to do the last thing before heading to the imperial capital.
The red dragon shape roared and meandered, its remaining arms holding the cauldron, and it wandered alive. In an instant, thousands of ghosts howled, and the resentful souls of countless creatures twisted, which were the evil thoughts of Rakshasa devouring and torturing.
He accepted the evil thoughts, condensed these resentful souls, and sealed them in the Heavenly Cauldron.
Today is what we have been waiting for.
When the heavy rain of the summer solstice washes the mountains, he will release the resentful souls and return to the earth as raindrops. He is very good at this, even if he has never learned it.
…………
Qing Yan was lying under the old camphor tree, staring at the heavy rain with his green tiger eyes.
Full of melancholy.
The ginkgo over there is called "Huan". It's normal for a tree to like rain. Especially after you have spiritual intelligence, you can't let the leaves fall off if you don't want to, and you don't have to worry about being naked and ugly.
"Ten thousand ghosts are swimming in the mountain rain," she said.
"Amitabha, good, good, good." Ginkgo's mean voice sounded from behind.
Qingyan knew that this guy had tried his best to calm down his emotions and imitate the eminent monk in his impression. Unfortunately, Myolie Chu was worthy of being Myolie Chu. Such a solemn horoscope could be said... After careful consideration, she could only attribute it to Ginkgo-style Amitabha.
The pale giant tiger raised its head, looking in a direction that was much darker than nearby. The dim sky there gathered into dancing demons, wailing and crying. At this time, a branch-shaped lightning shattered the earth, illuminating the red madman walking in the dim rain curtain.
Dragon. Suddenly the wind blew up, carrying the rainwater of the vengeful souls back home. The living spirit carrying the Heavenly Cauldron caught the rainwater, and briefly used the rainwater as a medium to carry the vengeful spirits.
Nanzhu seems to be very keen on "perfection".
The trip to the imperial capital two years ago was the end of releasing thousands of resentful souls, and the purgatory created by the evil Rakshasa tree now is also the end.
Negative substances such as resentful souls have no effect on the evil demon. Nanzhu simply did what he thought of. He would not let all ghosts die a happy death, let alone take advantage of these resentful souls.
That night she overheard the deal between Nanzhu and Rakshasa, and she never felt cheated or betrayed.
Because there is no such thing with this guy.
The rain stopped, the sky cleared, the clouds cracked, and the golden light was scattered. The one-armed red dragon sat majestically on the mountain, waiting for the return of the living spirit that ran around the mountains and earth to release the resentful souls.
"Way to go!" the light golden girl on the ginkgo tree shouted, waving her hands.
Everything about Amitabha is forgotten.
Simply adding a little blessing to a farewell cannot be too much. Myolie Chu once said that luck is conserved, and if she gives too many blessings to others, she will have bad luck herself.
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There are different understandings of the "eight claws" used to describe the eight places in Taihang.
Hmm...actually it means eight arms. Normally, it doesn't grow on the body, it still has the body of a snake.