Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Those Who Can't Look Straight
The smoke and dust had not yet dissipated, rising hundreds of feet into the sky. Under the smoke and dust, countless desperate and pitiful cries could be faintly heard.
In the ancient battle between gods and demons just now, even though Guanghui tried his best to cover it up, there were still many supernatural aftermaths deliberately guided by Asura during the battle, destroying countless lands.
In particular, when the yellow-faced man transformed into the golden-winged roc, he struck directly at the ground, even smashing a prosperous city to pieces with a halberd, staining hundreds of thousands of creatures with blood.
Guanghui lowered her head and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, sighed, swayed her body, put away the great Buddha image of light that was ten thousand feet high, and revealed her true body.
He turned his palm down, and the thunderous energy from all directions was immediately involved. In an instant, there were densely intertwined electric snakes, and soon there was a roar, and nectar rained down from the sky.
All the smoke and dust melted away, the broken mountains and the earth's surface were smoothed, the broken limbs began to slowly regenerate under the dew, and the thunderstorm became louder and louder, until finally, the rumble covered hundreds of miles.
"Asura has been wounded by me, why don't you take action?"
A female voice came faintly: "You seem to be an incarnation now?"
"The incarnation is limited after all, I can't keep him." Guang Hui shook his head and did not comment on the woman's question: "Why are you here?"
In the clouds and mist, a beautiful woman stepped on Qingluan, holding a big gourd in her hand.
The gourd is round and smooth, with a ray of light inside. It is more than three feet high. An object appears on it, seven inches long, with eyebrows and eyes. There are two white lights hidden in the eyes.
Immortal-killing flying knife!
"If it's not me, who else could it be?" The woman threw the gourd away and said calmly: "If the ancestral weapon of Guangxia Palace is not in my hand, who else could it be?"
Wearing clothes of mysterious gauze, a silk-trailed silk skirt, a emerald-green phoenix crown, and slippery shoes with nine chapters of Qiongwen, she has an unusually beautiful appearance, and the color is like a painting.
The person holding the gourd was a gorgeous and dazzling beauty. She looked down and frowned:
"Where did Asura and Qinglong come from? Are these alien species in front of the Jedi Heavenly Power still alive?"
"This is Lord Xuanwen's disciple." Guang Hui said, "You have already wounded Asura, why don't you just kill him?"
The woman was stunned, then smiled and shook her head.
"Although the immortal-killing flying knife is an imitation, it cannot be easily activated. Using it twice has already consumed 70% of my true energy. The remaining shout is just to scare the Asura."
"Come to think of it." The woman raised her eyebrows and spoke meaningfully: "You said they are Xuan Wenjun's disciples. How did you get into trouble with the saint? And where is your main body?"
"Amitabha."
"What?"
"Let me tell you, it may not be a good thing." Guanghui shook his head: "Donor, don't ask anymore."
"What a bald donkey, the son is quite following his father." The woman laughed angrily: "How are you going to end this?"
Several huge cities have been turned into rubble. Among the ruins, there are countless bones and corpses, dyeing the entire land red. It is miserable and terrifying!
Among them were several deep halberd marks, which drew a chasm like an abyss in the earth, with a thick blood color.
Looking at the scene of mourning people in the sky below, Guang Hui fell silent for a moment and remained silent.
This is Yangle County of Dazheng. Among the eleven counties, it is not inconspicuous, but it cannot be ignored. Yangle County is known for producing a kind of warm and cool jade, and it is also well-known in the Three Kingdoms.
But at this moment, looking at the miserable scene like purgatory, there is no fascinating scenery at all.
"Thank you very much, Palace Master." Guang Hui clasped his hands and bowed to the woman, and said sincerely, "If there was no Palace Master to help, the poor monk would be too frightened to leave them."
"How can I thank you?"
"this--"
"The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is the most important treasure of our sect. If you use it once, it will lose one point. In order to save you, I have used it twice." The woman turned the big gourd in her hand and spoke slowly: "If you want to thank me, you should also be sincere.
."
"What is the palace master's intention?"
"Give me your son." The woman's smile was as bright as a flower: "Give me your son, and we will be evenly matched!"
"..."
"How about it?"
"Amitabha..." Guang Hui shook his head: "This matter depends on himself, but the poor monk is incompetent."
"Um?"
The woman let out a soft sigh, seemingly surprised by Guang Hui's reply. She looked at Guang Hui with interest, with a look of surprise on her face.
"Speaking of which, the poor monk has another unkind request." Guang Hui clasped his hands to the woman and said sincerely: "The poor monk wants to borrow a magic weapon from Guangxia Palace to deal with that Asura."
"What?"
"Zhao Yao Jian!" Guang Hui said in a deep voice: "I want to borrow the Zhao Yao Jian for use!"
Flying knife to kill immortals, mirror to demons...
These two magical artifacts are the foundation treasures for Guangxia Palace to dominate the North!
One can cut through nothing, and can cut down immortals and saints at the top, and ordinary people at the bottom, while the other, although it is called a demon, can actually illuminate five insects such as scales, hairy feathers, and insects, and can illuminate nothing!
Although both pieces are imitations, obtained by the founder of Guangxia Palace from the ruins of an underground palace, their magical functions are enough to be worthy of the word "infinite".
Among the many sects in the Northern Guard, Guangxia Palace is the oldest. It can stand for thousands of years without falling because of these two imitations!
"Do you want to find out the traces of the Asura?" After hearing Guanghui mention the demon mirror, the woman understood instantly and understood his intention: "Where did you get the courage to seek revenge from the saint's disciples?"
"Amitabha."
"I can't lend you the Demon Mirror." The woman shook her head. Without waiting for Guang Hui to speak again, she told a shocking secret that could shake the Three Kingdoms: "The Demon Mirror has been broken for a long time."
"Broken?!"
Guang Hui was shocked. Even though he boasted of his advanced Qi-nurturing skills, he was also shaken by this news!
who--
Who can break the demon mirror?!
Since these two ancient treasures were excavated from the underground palace ruins by the founder of Guangxia Palace, countless people under the sun have become interested in them.
Knives can't cut, fists and feet can't hurt. Even on Shaoqiu Mountain, Wang Qiuyi's majestic fist power, which is enough to crush the stars, has been completely absorbed by the Zhaoyaojian. It's like throwing a stone into the sea without making any waves.
Even when Lord Xuanwen became a Taoist and killed Suzaku, the ancient fire god from the south was so angry that he tried to break the demon mirror that could reveal his whereabouts, but it also ended in vain.
For thousands of years, or even longer, the mirror surface has always been spotless without a trace of cracks.
Guang Hui doesn't understand, who else in this world can break the Zhaoyaojian?
saint?
Even a saint can’t do it!
"My teacher, Master Boqu, about his blindness."
The woman slowly turned the big gourd in her hand and said calmly: "You should know, right?"
"Know a thing or two."
Guang Hui nodded slightly. Master Boqu was the previous palace master of Guangxia Palace. His cultivation level reached the sky and he had been a human immortal in the Sixth Realm for a long time. However, decades ago, news suddenly spread that Master Boqu was blind.
Astonishing.
"When your son came to Guangxia Palace to seduce me, I was young and ignorant, but he deceived me into him in just a few words."
The woman said calmly: "One day, Wuming was taking a nap on the big rock. Teacher Boqu was angry that I was deceived by him, so he secretly took out the demon mirror to find out what the origin of this monk was."
"Then, after that glance..."
The woman calmly spoke to the shocked Guang Hui: "The demon mirror is broken, and Teacher Boqu's eyes are also blind."
"this……"
"Master Guanghui, haven't you ever been suspicious?" The woman's face was filled with sadness and joy. She laughed to herself and shook her head:
"Your son, what kind of monster is he?
What exactly...does he want to do?"
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It was slightly dim, and thousands of void chaos were rising and falling one after another, just like the turbulent waves of the South China Sea. In this interlayer of void, Wang Qiuyi crossed his arms and looked extremely helpless.
it's over……
Even before he got there, the melee ended abruptly.
As soon as the Immortal Killing Flying Knife was launched, all the situation was settled... Although it was just an imitation, the power of the Immortal Killing was not just a boast.
Wang Qiuyi's gaze penetrated tens of thousands of miles away and was fixed on the Immortal Killing Gourd, with a look of sadness in his eyes.
In the battle on Shaoqiu Mountain, Guangxia Palace also participated. The then Lord of Guangxia Palace spent a lot of money and directly sacrificed two ancient treasures: the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife and the Zhaoyao Jian.
Even after a thousand years, the chilling murderous aura seems to still linger around his neck, lingering for a long time.
With one strike, all ghosts and gods will be killed!
"The imitations are like this, but the real thing is so powerful..."
Wang Qiuyi sighed, raised his fist to break the void, and walked out of the void.
"You've come here, you can't just go back, right?"
There were surging water waves at his feet, and the mist of the river was so vast that it could not be exhausted at a glance. Wang Qiuyi stepped on the waves, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Qingli, this is Tongjiang, can I drop by your house?"
"……roll!"
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