Chapter 211: The Twelve Life and Death of the Two Realms
puff!
There was a very crisp sound, like the sound of an eggshell breaking.
After Baizhu Qing's roar, suddenly, two killing swords were drawn out from the ground.
The two sword rainbows, regardless of whether they were head or tail, seemed to stretch into the endless void. The loud rumble like winter thunder cut through the sky and the earth, shaking the mountains.
The scattered Yuan Qi was all subdued one by one, followed by two sword rainbows, turning into flames and clear light.
The sky in the dim snow country became solemn, and both the yin and yang qi paused for a brief moment. The rainbow light bursting out from the "Yao Ling" and the "Bai Chi Tower" ignited the sky shrouded in snow and dark clouds, turning it into a sect.
Clear sky.
The strong wind stirred, the clouds rolled wildly, and countless spiritual energy swept across the wilderness in all directions, and the energy currents like waterfalls and tides rolled and raged.
Wrapped by those two sword rainbows, Jiang Yaoshi's face was uncertain. He looked coldly at the Atractylodes on the ruins of the mound in the distance, his eyes indifferent.
Instead of looking like a rough and powerful Toutuo who was six feet tall and as burly as a bear, there was a young monk standing on the mound.
He was dressed in moon-white monk robes, with a pale expression on his face, unable to tell his emotions or anger.
He was a young man with extremely handsome appearance, his skin was as shiny as snow, he had a solemn Xiaoxiao, and he was cheerful and cheerful.
"Do you really want to be my enemy?" Jiang Yaoshi looked ugly.
The two sword rainbows were as powerful as dragons traveling in the sky, stirring up myriad changes in the weather. A ray of light fell on his face, making Jiang Yaoshi's expression uncertain.
"You are here just for military glory, so you have to draw a clear path! As long as you know anyone, I will step back for a moment!"
Jiang Yaoshi, who had his acupuncture points sprayed with Xuan Qing Guang Sha, gritted his teeth and spoke in a cold voice.
"After all, I have been the Holy Son for twenty-seven years. Even in the army of the Northern Guard, I still have some love. If you want face or credit, I can give it to you!"
These words were conveyed with heart sounds and resounded throughout the Baizhu Niwan Palace.
"Let's just let it go. In this case, we can still make friends!"
On the ruins of the mound, the handsome-faced monk was still expressionless. Two sword rainbows roared endlessly, and the sound of sword roars was like a dragon's roar, rolling and resounding throughout the huge battlefield.
Many soldiers on the Northern Guard side, with lower cultivation levels, were shaken to their core by the whistling sound of the sword rainbow. As a result, someone saw the right moment and chopped off the leader of Liuyang with a single blow.
As for Jiang Yaoshi, he was the one who suffered the sword's roaring sound head-on.
Everything he perceives is more real than anyone else.
Murderous intentions abounded among the lightning and flint, followed by the roar of the sword like a dragon, reflected in the Niwan Palace of his body.
The thoughts were gradually extinguished, and Jiang Yaoshi's spirit suddenly stood up from the Daoyiqitai.
In the eyes of Yuan Shen, the two sword rainbows gradually became clear, and wisps of sword light danced around in his Niwan Palace, going back and forth happily in it.
Reflected by the murderous intention, Jian Hong not only wanted to cut off his physical body, but also faintly penetrated the Niwan Palace, trying to kill his sense soul!
After Jiang Yuanshen activated Dao Yiqi, which was like a sea and a mountain, and shattered the two sword rainbow projections, Baizhu on the ruins of the mound finally raised his eyes.
He glanced around, and saw that the battlefield was still chaotic around him. At the moment when two sword rainbows rose up, even though the area was cleared for more than ten miles, no one dared to come close.
But even so, looking at the currently raging, seemingly endless battlefield, it is just a drop in the ocean.
The upper body of the sky-high divine image stood in the clouds, exerting its magic power. The void between them shattered and reorganized, and even Bai Shu felt his heart palpitate.
The rotten seawater raged, and the battlefield became a vast ocean of sea country.
The man riding a crane with twelve dharma seals surrounding his body, as tall as a pillar of heaven, was roaring angrily. Rolling air waves roared, sweeping across the sky and the earth. Twelve dharma seals of various colors were shot out one after another, as thick as the sky falling.
His opponent was dressed strangely, wearing a white linen robe and three big flags behind him.
The two of them swept across the battlefield, attacking fiercely and regardless of the situation.
Countless people, from Dazheng to Beiwei, were accidentally involved in the aftermath of the fighting, and were instantly reduced to ashes, with no bones left.
Rows of mountains collapsed, as fragile as paper. Stones the size of houses were suddenly swept hundreds of feet into the air, and were stirred up by strong winds and turned into pulpy ash.
Bai Shu glanced at it, and he even saw an "acquaintance" among them.
Star-catching sect, Shaomao.
In Qingli Palace, this young man from the Star Reaching Sect also had several encounters with Baizhu.
However, he soon faced Chen Jizi and was defeated. No news about what happened after that was known. He occasionally had banquets, but Shaomao was no longer seen.
At this moment, Shaomao was standing dozens of miles away, a young man dressed in Taoist attire and carrying a large yellow gourd on his back.
He looked at Baizhu coldly and looked away.
Beside Shaomao, there were four people with auras as majestic as the abyss, as if they were pulling intangible and material things from heaven and earth.
Among the four people, there were a handsome man, an old man, a plump and mature woman, and a petite and young girl.
Shaomao's lips moved slightly, and the four people beside him understood instantly and flew away at the same time.
Shaomao, who was carrying a yellow-skinned gourd, glanced at Atractylodes macrocephala and Jiang Yaoshi several times with meaningful eyes. He laughed twice and ran away into the sky.
"It seems like all your fellow disciples want to kill you?"
Bai Shu spoke calmly, and from his acupuncture point, there was a trace of sword light piercing out, which was dazzling and dazzling between heaven and earth.
"Yang Family's Yuanyong Sword Scripture?"
Jiang Yaoshi was heartbroken and did not answer Bai Zhu's question.
"Three swords form a formation. Do you, at your age, have three flying swords?"
"Three flying swords?"
Bai Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the sword light in his acupoint became more and more blazing, and the all-encompassing murderous intent suddenly burst out of his body, joining the other two sword rainbows in the distance.
Suddenly, all the Xuanqing light evil spirits that hit the sky were killed with killing intent.
No matter how Jiang Yaoshi rushed left and right and moved the void, he could not stain the corner of Baizhu's clothes. The surrounding world remained motionless, like cast iron.
As early as the moment when those two sword rainbows soared, the sword formation was born.
The trap has been set, now it's just a matter of killing.
"This formation is famous as the Twelve Swords of Life and Death in Two Worlds. When the twelve sword formations are gathered together, it is said to be able to create heaven and earth with one thought and kill ghosts and gods with one thought."
Bai Shu smiled and spread his hands
"Of course, this is just flattery, no one will take it seriously."
"Do you have a third sword?"
Jiang Yaoshi looked ugly. He stretched out his hand and gently held it, and a perfect and flawless moon slowly emerged.
The big moon is pure and clean, and strips of lunar fairy light are like ribbons, lingering around the big moon.
At the moment when the big moon was born, it was accompanied by frosty wind, bitter water, heavy hail and other strange phenomena. The sight of the two sword rainbows reaching the sky were temporarily obscured.
Otsuki Hand——
This magical power is also listed in the Six Classics and Twelve Classics of the Star Reaching Sect.
Among the twelve classics, this is the only great supernatural power of the Star Picker, comparable to the Xuan Qing Guang Sha, the Golden Bridge that Saves the World, etc.
Since it has been locked by Jian Hong and cannot move the void, it can only be killed alive!
Jiang Yaoshi threw out the big moon in his palm and suddenly threw it towards Baizhu.
boom!!!
The sky and the earth rioted, and countless rays of light rose up, filling the field of vision in a vast expanse, making it impossible to see everything clearly.
Several mountains were uprooted, rolled high into the sky, and the chaos of the wellhead fell rustlingly, like a violent torrential rain, falling into the sea of light below where the big moon exploded.
In the rolling air waves, Jiang Yaoshi stretched out his right hand again and gently lifted it up.
boom!!!
boom!!!
boom!!!
The mountains and rivers were turbulent, and the entire blue sky seemed to have collapsed. However, Jiang Yaoshi had a gloomy face and said nothing. In the turbulent heaven and earth Yuanqi, which was like a vast ocean, the white-robed figure always stood still, not even the corner of his clothes was touched.
damaged
"In the blink of an eye, the two realms are twelve births and deaths."
The light laughter penetrated the rolling sound waves and echoed softly in Jiang Yaoshi's ears.
"Although I haven't refined the third flying sword, it's not difficult to hold half a cup of tea with the Sea of Bitter Buddha."
As soon as Bai Shu finished speaking, the already bright sword light in the acupoints all over his body flourished again.
Jiang Yaoshi shouted in shock and anger, and a big hand holding up the sky with intertwined stars and divine light headed towards Baizhu to capture him.
"I wanted to shoot you with my pupil technique, but thinking about it, I'm afraid I won't be able to penetrate your vajra body even if I'm just a master of wetness."
On the ruins of the mound, only an inexplicable word was left, and Bai Shu's figure suddenly disappeared.
Qingtian's big hand slapped hard, bringing out turbulent air waves that were several miles long. The air was compressed into substance, and the thickness shrank into an unparalleled huge wall, spreading endlessly.
However, Qingtian's big hand fell into the air.
Not far away, Baizhu, who was bleeding from his seven orifices, had a calm face, neither sad nor happy.
Before Jiang Yaoshi could take action again, the monk in white roared loudly, and suddenly, he transformed into a stunning rainbow that shot through the sky!
cut!
cut!
cut!
The three sword rainbows reflected each other and connected with each other lightly, forming an endless killing sword formation that stretched for hundreds of miles.
Killing everything, but cutting is invisible!
Every trace of sword energy crosses vertically and horizontally, jumping through countless gaps in the void, killing, destroying, annihilating, sharp, formidable, killing, and ruining... The endless sword light has evolved into a myriad of things, ruthless and ruthless.
According to the way of change, the sword light regularly fills every inch of the void, entangles, fuses, differentiates, twists and turns, and circulates endlessly, without beginning or end!
"This move is my full strength."
Bai Shu's voice came from all directions, "If you can survive, the Vajra realm will be exciting."
The Twelve Sword Formations of Life and Death in Two Realms!
After Zibai Shu obtained the "Sword Scripture for Fetal Divine Yuan" from Fenyin, this was the only sword formation technique in the Sword Scripture.
He had already begun to forge the third flying sword, but to this day, it was still a rough embryo and could not be put on the market.
This array is said to be able to divide the three cardinal principles, cut off the six qi, eliminate the undivided clear and turbid, and continue the unfinished sun and moon.
In the blink of an eye, there are twelve births and deaths of the two realms.
Just as Bai Shu finished speaking, the small world enveloped by the sword array all made a sound.
The sound was dull but short, like a heavy drum being tapped lightly.
Above the sky, the sword formation with endless murderous intent naturally attracted attention. Many people looked up at it with different expressions on their faces.
Some were surprised, some were confused, some were calm, some were indifferent...and even some had undisguised ecstasy on their faces.
The spiritual light bloomed, and the killing sword surged...
On the Beiwei side, there was a short, stout man who frowned. His eyes were as deep as a bottomless abyss.
As the formation slowly rotated, the sounds became louder and duller one after another.
The short man sighed, and as soon as he was about to lift up, someone grabbed him tightly.
"Don't go!"
A man in his twenties, with alchemy talismans floating around his side, spoke. He shook his head and said
"By saving Jiang Yaoshi, you have offended the public. Even Lingquan Taoist's former enemies will not tolerate you!"
"Mr. Jiang gave me a magical power."
The short man was silent for a while, and his face changed from dark to bright, "What if..."
"Physician Jiang has a disciple named Luo Jing."
In the distance, there was a long laugh. The two of them looked at it and saw a person walking slowly.
With a broad smile on his face and carrying a yellow gourd on his back, Shaomao was walking on the earth. With every step he took, he covered a distance of dozens of feet.
Shaomao slapped the two of them and smiled.
"Although I crippled Luo Jing's cultivation, I did not kill him. If Senior Brother Zeng wants to repay his kindness, he might as well save Luo Jing's life and make the boy rich and noble for the rest of his life. In this way, it can be regarded as a good deal."
"Shaomao?"
The short man frowned slightly. He looked at the four people behind Shaomao and felt a little at a loss for a moment.
"You, you actually?!"
Behind Shaomao, there were handsome men, old people, plump, mature and dignified women, and petite young girls. They all stood respectfully with smiles on their faces.
"The four divine generals of the Star Reaching Sect have actually returned to your service."
The short man looked deeply at Shaomao and said, "Do you want to seize the throne?"
"It's not about seizing the throne."
The plump, mature and dignified beauty reminded her gently.
"Senior Brother Zeng, the Holy Master has made a promise."
"After Jiang Yaoshi dies."
The dignified and beautiful woman stretched out her slender jade fingers, pointed at the small world covered by the sword array, and chuckled.
"Zhenjun Shaomao is the next Holy Son of the Star Reaching Sect!"
The short man's expression was shocked. Under the continuous glances from his companions, he finally lowered his head sadly and remained silent.
"Lingquan and Jiang Yaoshi repeatedly committed the following offenses, making the whole clan unhappy!"
Shaomao sighed quietly, "After Lingquan's death, now it is finally Jiang Yaoshi's turn."
"Such a situation."
Shaomao turned around and smiled, "Shouldn't it be obvious?"
The short man was silent, but his companion nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face.
"After Jiang Yaoshi dies, how do you decipher that picture?"
Behind Shaomao, the petite girl asked Jiansheng
"Is there no solution to that picture?"
"Lingquan is suspicious by nature. Pharmacist Jiang doesn't know the solution to that picture!"
Shaomao waved his hand, "The Holy Master and a group of elders have already explored his soul, and there is no such record in it!"
"Oh?" The girl shrugged and stepped back.
"Before Lingquan died, he painted more than ten thousand drawings and scattered them all in David."
The dignified and beautiful woman rubbed the little girl's head, making her hum like a cat.
"To this day, no one still understands it?"
"The Holy Lord can't understand it, so what kind of insight do those ordinary people have?"
Shao Mao chuckled, "Lingquan wants to be like Zen Master Miaoyan and cause chaos in the world, but don't look at how many..."
"Be careful what you say!" the young man shouted suddenly, interrupting Shaomao's words.
Shaomao's expression became solemn, and he realized that he had made a mistake, so he quickly closed his mouth.
"Let's see how Jiang Yaoshi is executed."
The dignified and beautiful woman covered her lips and smiled softly, her eyes were full of waves, and her charm was like spring water.
"It is a great blessing that the Star Reaching Sect is without him."
At this moment, in the sword formation.
There were rumbling sounds that shook the sky one after another, and the void was turbulent, as if it were in a stormy sea.
While Shaomao and the others waited with bated breath, another hundred breaths passed. With the final sound, the stern sword array covering the world suddenly withdrew.
In the chaos of spiritual light, two figures were seen facing each other in the sky.
The monk was dressed in bloody clothes, the golden light in his eyes was dim, and his aura was weak. But opposite him, Pharmacist Jiang, had a calm face and a calm demeanor.
"In the first half of my life, I was protected by my teacher. I acted wantonly, killed people without calculation, and committed countless evil deeds."
Pharmacist Jiang's lips moved slowly, and a low murmur floated out.
"Is such a situation a punishment from heaven?"
"Do you have any last words?" Bai Shu walked to Jiang Yaoshi holding a long sword.
"I hate...I hate that the teacher is so suspicious and why he won't tell me!"
Pharmacist Jiang whispered, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, like a night owl on a dead tree
"Yang Fu kills King Kong, a joke! A joke! A joke!"
He smiled cruelly and threw the things in his hands towards Baizhu's face.
"Here you go, here you go!"
Jiang Yaoshi laughed three times, "The teacher died because of it, and I died because of it. From now on, I will give it to you now!"
When Bai Shu raised his sword to his eyebrows, Jiang Yaoshi's eyes suddenly widened.
"Is the sword fast?"
"quick."
A ray of cold light suddenly appeared, and suddenly, it was two parts of the body and head.
His headless corpse fell into the sky, and before it reached the ground, it turned into a handful of ashes and was blown away by the wind.
"What a sword!"
In Baizhu's hand, Jiang Yaoshi's head burst out and shouted loudly. The smile was still on his face, but his voice was completely gone.
On the ground, Shaomao also laughed loudly and high-fived him, looking very happy.
Bai Shu on the cloud glanced at him, then suddenly activated the talisman and disappeared.
The moment he just left, several big hands holding up the sky suddenly appeared from the void and attacked him fiercely, but they only missed him.
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"It's dead."
Far away, someone sighed quietly
"It's such a pity that the Lingquan lineage has finally died out today."
