Chapter 801: One Sword Moon and Xinghan, White Hair Three Thousand Zhang
It was a white-haired woman wearing a purple dress.
A stern and domineering expression appeared on her delicate face,
She just gave Ding Xiaoyi a cold look.
Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt as if his soul was frozen.
It felt like his chest was struck by lightning, and uncontrollable pain surged through his body.
Such a powerful sword intention,
Ding Xiaoyi was almost suppressed by the sword intent from the white-haired woman's cold eyes.
He didn't expect that the white-haired woman's sword intent was so strong.
It was several times stronger than Xue Yiren and Jian Xingchen. Just one look made Ding Xiaoyi feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.
Gu Xiaotian stood beside the white-haired woman,
At this time, Gu Xiaotian's eyes were unfamiliar, and his innocent face showed a coldness and coldness that made Ding Xiaoyi feel heartbroken.
Gu Xiaotian seemed to have changed into a different person, just looking at him coldly.
An unspeakable sadness suddenly surged into his heart. He didn't know what happened to Gu Xiaotian.
"Which peak are you a disciple of?" The white-haired woman's ethereal voice sounded.
??????????????????????????????The voice is like a nine-day fairy,
Ethereal and without any emotion, there is a hint of scorn in the indifference.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at this white-haired woman in a purple dress. He racked his brains and couldn't figure out her identity.
"I'm not a disciple of Jiange, I'm here to find someone."
Ding Xiaoyi felt a bitterness in his throat, and he answered to the white-haired woman.
The white-haired woman just raised her cold eyes and made a move with her delicate hands.
Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt like he was suffocating.
He found that the laws of heaven and earth in his life sea burst out of his chest and flew towards the palm of the white-haired woman.
Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt helpless to resist.
He watched in horror as all the laws of heaven and earth in his life flew towards the palm of the white-haired woman.
The laws of return to ruins, reincarnation, yin and yang, and time all turned into countless rays of light and flew towards the palm of the white-haired woman.
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Ding Xiaoyi smiled casually and refused to the other party.
He didn't know what this technique was called, but the master had carved it into his soul.
After he reaches the great level of consciousness, that set of exercises will be engraved in his consciousness.
Only he can practice this technique, but he cannot spread it.
It’s hard to even pronounce it,
It was like a forbidden spell that he couldn't express.
I can't pronounce it, and I can't even write it.
As long as he can read or write out this technique,
Then this skill will be forgotten and he will not be able to remember a single word.
"Why, don't you want to die?"
The white-haired woman's face turned slightly cold, and she scolded Ding Xiaoyi in a deep voice.
Ding Xiaoyi felt bitter in his heart.
It's not that he doesn't want to teach this technique, but that he simply can't do it.
This technique was just engraved in his mind, but he couldn't express it.
This technique seemed to be cast by some kind of forbidden spell. He couldn't describe it or write it out, and he couldn't even copy it on a jade slip.
As his cultivation level improves, this skill also improves.
New exercises and formulas are constantly updated.
He only remembered that his master once said that this technique seemed to be called "The Origin of the Holy Path".
"Of course I don't want to die, this technique cannot be taught!" Ding Xiaoyi said to the white-haired woman with a wry smile,
The white-haired woman's face sank slightly. She obviously didn't believe Ding Xiaoyi's explanation.
She raised her delicate hand, and a huge suction force surged out.
Ding Xiaoyi's body flew towards her uncontrollably.
Rays of divine radiance emerged from the white-haired woman's palm, and the divine radiance surged toward Ding Xiaoyi's sea of consciousness.
Ding Xiaoyi's face was extremely pale,
He knew that this white-haired woman must have practiced some kind of soul-capturing technique, and she wanted to absorb the technique from her sea of consciousness.
The divine light of immortal glory submerged into Ding Xiaoyi's sea of consciousness,
The yin and yang samsara eyes stirred up a huge wave of divine light.
The divine light swept up and swallowed up all the fairy light that the white-haired woman had revealed.
The white-haired woman's face paled slightly,
She had already glimpsed Ding Xiaoyi's sea of consciousness, but she didn't expect that Ding Xiaoyi's sea of consciousness actually contained a pair of giant eyes.
"Since I can't take your skills, what's the point of keeping you?"
The white-haired woman was filled with killing intent, and she focused her fingers.
A long sword with sword energy soaring into the sky was suddenly formed.
Although Ding Xiaoyi's face was pale, he was not panicked at all. Although the white-haired woman was filled with murderous intent, she did not have any murderous intention.
"Master, please let me go."
Gu Xiaotian on the side saw this,
Her cold expression was gone, replaced by earnest concern.
She begged the white-haired woman urgently.
A soft light flickered in Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, Gu Xiaotian was still the same Gu Xiaotian.
"You are interceding for an outsider. Do you know that you are my disciple? Respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao is the basic quality of a practitioner."
The white-haired woman's right hand stirred up wisps of fairy light and imprisoned Ding Xiaoyi.
In her left hand, a long sword made of fairy light was pointed directly at Ding Xiaoyi's throat.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't move even half of his body.
He knew that this white-haired woman was very powerful, but he did not expect that this white-haired woman was so powerful.
He was like an ant, without any resistance at all.
This white-haired woman should have transcended the shackles of this world.
Maybe she could be an immortal, or maybe she could be a god.
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everything.
There was a solemn look on their faces.
Even Jian Xingchen was watching the white-haired woman's every move from the dark, but the white-haired woman didn't care at all.
She had already seen through all this, and the cold light in her cold eyes kept flickering.
She held Ding Xiaoyi with her right hand, and raised the sword with her left hand to stab Ding Xiaoyi in the throat.
"Master, Xiaotian will listen to you in everything, so why don't you let big brother go?"
Gu Xiaotian bowed to the white-haired woman, his voice as sad as tears.
Ding Xiaoyi wanted to stop Gu Xiaotian, but no words came out of his mouth.
He could only watch helplessly as Gu Xiaoyi's sad figure knelt down.
"Okay, very good, you are really my good disciple",
The white-haired woman couldn't help but feel angry, and she looked coldly at Gu Xiaotian, who was kneeling down.
Ding Xiaoyi kept talking about his Qiankun bag,
What made him despair was that he could not communicate with the Qiankun Bag.
Only by sacrificing the paper sword can this white-haired woman be killed.
Although Ding Xiaoyi knew that this white-haired woman had no murderous intentions towards him.
But this white-haired woman began to fall into a state of madness.
He thought of Zhan Yuanxiu's introduction to this extremely evil canyon, and he thought that this extremely evil canyon also contained a possessed senior of Jiange who was imprisoned.
Could it be that this white-haired woman was the obsessed Jiange senior? He couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
He couldn't judge this white-haired woman as ordinary people,
Only by taking the initiative can we get out of the current predicament.
But he was unable to communicate with the Qiankun Bag, which made him feel desperate.
"Master, I don't dare. I just want Master to let my big brother go."
Gu Xiaotian begged the white-haired woman, but the white-haired woman remained unmoved.
The long sword made of fairy light in her left hand stabbed Ding Xiaoyi's throat quickly.
A chill ran down Ding Xiaoyi's spine. Naturally, this white-haired woman was moody and could not be judged by common sense.