The navy blue monk's robe was in pieces, and his steps were staggering. There was no trace of the etiquette taught by his master. But at this time, who would take etiquette seriously?
He had no idea that an extremely ordinary sect mission would lead him to this ghost place. Many times, he thought he was in the Abi Hell that only appeared in classics. Fortunately, he had practiced over the years.
Extremely hardworking, coupled with the careful guidance of his senior brother, although his fighting ability is not strong, his body is made of steel and iron, and no one can match him.
It is precisely because of his strong defense that he has survived to this day in this vast fog.
He never understood that his senior brother insisted on him practicing "Prajna Zen Body" before, but now he realized the power of this Zen skill. Sanskrit words were circulating around his body endlessly, and the corrosive power of the evil mist did not affect him.
On the body.
"No evil will invade...No evil will invade..."
Yi Zheng kept mumbling, and beads of sweat were clearly visible on his smooth head. It had only been three days since he entered this fog, but during these three days, he was frightened and frightened to the extreme. He was practicing Zen, and he was afraid of evil and evil.
Nothing is more sensitive than anything. But the evil mist in front of me is boundless and the evil energy is so heavy that it is unbelievable.
Apart from Abi Hell, Yi Zheng really couldn't think of any other place that would be so vicious.
Fortunately, his Prajna Zen body was naturally capable of restraining these evil things. Although he was embarrassed all the way, he was not injured. But his heart did not dare to relax at all. Such an extremely dangerous place was not even recorded in the sect's classics.
Giving birth to extremely ferocious things is absolutely terrifying.
Subjugate demons?
Don't be kidding, Yi Zheng is very aware of his own weight. He thinks it is a miracle that he has not been injured so far. At the moment, he can only hope that the news of his disappearance can quickly spread to the sect, and the sect will send people to rescue him as soon as possible.
In fact, deep down in his heart, he also knew that his hope was very slim.
He was only a marginal figure within the sect, and he didn't know how long it would take for the sect to react after he disappeared.
He thought of his senior brother, and when he thought that he was no longer in the sect, the senior brother would only suffer more cold treatment in the future, and his mood immediately became a little depressed.
In the mist, he moved forward unconsciously.
Not long after walking, the sound of fierce fighting suddenly came from ahead. Yi Zheng woke up suddenly. He was stunned and overjoyed, and ran barefoot following the sound.
The sound of fighting became increasingly clear.
Soon, he saw a man fighting fiercely with a Soul Scorpion.
He approached cautiously, and when he saw the scorpion clearly, he couldn't help but gasp. With a body of more than three feet, and a pair of huge claws like door panels, Yi Zheng felt his scalp numb. If he was hit by these two
The giant claws are sweeping through him, and even his own Prajna Zen body is unable to withstand the attack.
My dear Buddha!
Yi Zheng swallowed hard, his eyes seemed to be stuck and he couldn't move away. It was not because of the strength of the scorpion, but because of the weirdness of the scene.
Scorpion's opponent was a swordsman. Although the chest-high black sword was actually more like a horse-killing sword, Yi Zheng could still tell at a glance that the opponent was a swordsman, a very authentic swordsman.
What a powerful swordsman!
Yi Zheng was shocked. He recognized the origin of this scorpion, the Evil Spirit Beast. This was an Evil Soul Beast, a vicious creature bred from the evil mist! He had been worried before about the evil spirit beast bred in this extremely dangerous place.
The evil thing must be extraordinary, but when he saw this evil spirit scorpion, he realized how ferocious the evil thing bred in this evil place was!
If Yi Zheng had a clear mind at this moment, he must have turned pale and horrified, but at this moment, his eyes were completely attracted by the strange battle in front of him.
The sword cultivator's expression was sluggish, as if he was suffering from hysteria, his movements were slow, his eyes were dull...
Every time he saw the evil scorpion's giant claws about to tear him in half, the sword cultivator's sluggish movements would suddenly become light and agile, blocking the vicious claws in an extremely thrilling way. The sword cultivator's face was confused, dull and slow.
The reaction, and the sudden lightness and agility without warning, formed an extremely strong contrast, and it felt extremely weird.
After just a few glances, Yi Zheng felt that his spiritual power was violently tumbling, and there were faint signs of losing control. He couldn't help but pale in horror. If his spiritual power was peaceful and upright, and he was blessed with meditation, he actually lost his spiritual power just because he watched others fight.
Will it get out of control?
Yi Zheng simply activated his mental skills, and then he dared to focus on the field again.
The signs of losing control of his spiritual power suddenly disappeared.
Yi Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he turned his attention back to the man and the scorpion who were fighting. After a closer look, the look of shock on his face became more and more serious, and he looked at the swordsman as if he had seen a ghost.
Before, he thought that the sword cultivator was in danger and could be destroyed at any time. Now that he could see it clearly, he was shocked to find that there seemed to be an invisible force between the black swords of this swordsman.
The puppet, pulled by thin strings, struggled with this invisible force.
Terrible sword intent!
Yi Zheng was completely unaware of the sword cultivator's sword intention. At this point, he was so impressed by the sword cultivator's strength. It was not that he had never encountered a sword cultivator before, but this was the first time he had seen such a powerful sword cultivator.
.Furthermore, the other party's age seems to be not much different from mine. He is so young and has terrifying strength. He must be a proud disciple of some swordsmanship sect.
Could it be that he is a disciple of Kunlun?
Once he saw the situation clearly, Yi Zheng was not in a hurry and was thinking about how to greet the opponent later. He scratched his head a little. This was his first time going down the mountain and he had no experience at all.
However, Yi Zheng already felt that he was quite lucky to meet a cultivator in such a dangerous place.
After a while, the battle was not over yet, and now Yi Zheng could see something was wrong.
Jian Xiu's expression was confused, showing no signs of waking up.
Could it be...
Yi Zheng was brave and careful. He thought about it and waited for a while. Seeing that the situation did not improve at all, he thought for a moment and suddenly began to chant in a low voice.
Countless images passed before Wei Sheng's eyes, fleeting, yet so clear.
The dream I made when I was young, pursued without fear of hardships, experienced setbacks and injuries, mastered the sword in a waterfall, became a disciple, drank with Junior Brother Zuo under the moon, the order of the master...
Countless images merged together and suddenly turned into a big net with a hood over it.
There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
The net tightened tighter and tighter, wrapping around him tightly. He felt breathless, and a strong sense of suffocation filled his body. He was like a fish in the net. The more he struggled, the tighter the net tightened.
Why?
Why is this happening?
I just want to practice my sword...
A burst of anger suddenly burst out from the bottom of his heart, and he was like an animal trapped in a net, struggling in vain.
why why……
Like a silent cry, like an angry roar.
why why……
His voice was hoarse, like a moan.
Vaguely, he dreamed of a starry sky. In the watery night, the sky was densely covered with stars, the open wilderness was blown by the breeze, and the light blue glossy swallowtail grass was flying briskly in the wind.
A child of seven or eight years old was sleeping among the grass, looking up at the streaks of light across the sky, and exclaimed in a childish voice: "So beautiful!"
The child jumped up from the grass, and the wind blew over his face, revealing his gem-like eyes.
A seed is quietly planted in the heart of a child.
The dream was so real, as if it were within reach, yet so far away, like the moon reflected on the water. However, at this moment, Wei Sheng was as dumb as a clay sculpture, and he stared blankly at the child.
Suddenly, something seemed to break in his heart, and something came out.
Distant and unfamiliar childhood memories suddenly appeared in his mind, and some forgotten reasons and simple thoughts began to sprout and grow like swallowtail seeds that had broken their shells.
Yes, my dream is to practice swordsmanship.
A simple dream, a simple pursuit, a wish made by a child under the starry sky.
Inexplicable relief came to his mind, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared without a trace. Wei Sheng looked at the child under the starry sky with a smile, and warmth crept into his chest.
Yes, it’s just because I like it.
The complicated worldly chores made him feel helpless, as if they were so small and insignificant.
He opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and without any impurities.
Countless spiritual powers suddenly gush out from the dry meridians, just like countless springs suddenly emerge from the ground. Wherever these new spiritual powers pass, the places where his meridians are injured are like dead trees coming into spring, immediately glowing with vitality.
The spiritual power poured out continuously, and within a short period of time, his spiritual power returned to its best condition. However, the spiritual power that poured out showed no signs of stopping. They continued to pour into Wei Sheng's meridians, filling them up.
Every inch of space.
When all the meridians in Wei Sheng's body were filled with spiritual energy, the new spiritual energy began to move towards his Dantian.
Wei Sheng didn't stop him, he had nothing, only his eyes, in the mist, became brighter and brighter, full of joy, which was the joy from the heart.
The black sword in his hand was cast with a faint light.
The evil mist around him seemed to be suddenly pushed by a huge force, moving away from Wei Sheng and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Yi Zheng stared blankly at everything that happened in front of him with his mouth wide open, forgetting to even chant.
Wow.
The Soul Scorpion broke into dozens of pieces without any warning and scattered on the ground. The cuts were extremely smooth, and even the giant indestructible claws were dismembered into several pieces.
A sword shadow appeared behind Wei Sheng.
The sword shadow turned from blurry to clear, and continued to grow in size. In just ten breaths, the sword shadow grew to dozens of feet high.
The tip of its sword pointed straight at the sky, showing no signs of stopping. It pierced the evil mist, as if it wanted to pierce the sky.
Under the shadow of the huge sword, Wei Sheng stood tall and majestic.
Thunder rolled in the evil mist, thousands of evil soul beasts screamed in unison, and the blood-red sky seemed to be boiling.