When Zhang Yu came all the way, in order to avoid coming into contact with the spirit of the supernatural god, he restrained all the inner lakes that he had let go in the past, and simply relied on his intuition to sense the crisis.
But now when he saw this Taoist in white, his own spirituality was sending out warning signs, reminding him to stay away from this person as much as possible. At the same time, the Xia Jian in his hand was trembling slightly.
At this time, the Taoist in white stopped his slightly swaying feet, opened his eyes, and slowly looked at him, but his eye sockets were empty, with only a wisp of black smoke swirling inside.
Zhang Yu looked slightly stern when he saw him like this.
He knows what the other person is.
Chaos monster!
Although I have seen many records about this kind of thing in Taoist books, this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes.
As far as he knows, if monk Hunzhang is too affected by the Great Chaos during his cultivation, he will completely abandon his human side and become this kind of thing. If this person looks like a monk, will he?
Were you once a Hun cultivator?
But after he observed it again, he was a little unsure. Before the chaos monster underwent spiritual changes, it was the reflection of the original owner, but the other party's temperament was closer to the old cultivator.
Because of his teacher, he is particularly familiar with this kind of elegant and elegant temperament, and the jade flute in the other person's hand looks like a magic weapon. Most people, regardless of Xuanxiu or Hunxiu, don't use it.
of magic weapon.
No... magic weapon!
His eyes moved slightly. The Chaos Monster has almost abandoned its physical side and can be called a purely spiritual monster. Physical attacks have almost no effect on it. It can only be driven away with the same spirituality, so it is impossible to bring it with it.
Magic weapon.
If this is the case, then it is likely that it is the magic weapon spirit of this jade flute that turned into a chaotic monster, not the white-robed Taoist himself.
This makes sense.
The spirit of the magic weapon does not have intelligence, nor is it a separate living being. It only contains the owner's spiritual emotions and consciousness, so that it can better resonate with the owner when using it.
However, after being separated from the owner, if the spirituality inside is not lost and is retained under unique circumstances, it is likely to become another spiritual consciousness and inherit certain emotions of the original owner.
Zhang Yu secretly guessed that the white-clothed Taoist might be someone who attacked the Forsaken Land sixty years ago, but he might have died somewhere in the battle, and his magic weapon was also left here, and he didn't know what happened to him afterwards.
The influence has made it what it is now.
From this point of view, the opponent is not a pure chaotic monster, it can only be said to be semi-chaotic, otherwise it will completely abandon its attachment to physical properties.
If that's the case, it's a little easier to deal with.
While he was thinking about it, he saw that the monster moved slightly after looking at him for a while, as if it was trying to stand up. He thought about it and took a few steps back.
The other party paused slightly, looked at him with empty eyes for a while, then turned his head back and leaned on the vine again.
Seeing this, Zhang Yu already knew something in his heart. Obviously, because this monster is now eyeing the Talu giant tree and wants to swallow the latter's spirituality to strengthen itself, it is not interested in him yet.
But this is only temporary. In addition to the alien gods, this kind of monster will instinctively be interested in all living beings with powerful spirituality around it. The higher the spirituality, the more attracted to such things. After swallowing the spirituality of the giant tree, then
He will take the initiative to find him.
Of course, if he walks fast enough, this thing may not be able to catch up. But it is still a trouble. It is best to deal with the chaos monster when it is at its weakest. When it grows stronger, it will be more difficult to deal with, and it may even be defeated by the ability god.
utilized.
He thought for a while. To deal with this thing, he must first understand the power level of this thing. But if he uses his mind light to directly contact it, this is not the right approach. If he is not careful, he may also be invaded by the evil spirit.
dye.
So he conveyed a request to the giant Taru tree. After a while, a branch hung down. He reached up and grabbed it.
At the moment of catching it, his mind was slightly shaken, and then he saw a huge group of cyan spiritual light. This light was peaceful and warm, with a huge range, covering the place where he stood.
At this moment, a black mass that seemed to be able to swallow everything was constantly eroding the light and gradually growing stronger. Through the branches, he could feel the gloom and chaos coming from it.
Seeing this scene, he understood why the Taru giant tree had no way to deal with this monster. Although it possessed huge spiritual power, the methods and skills it used were almost non-existent. When encountering those spiritual creatures and supernatural gods, it could still
Relying on huge spirituality to exert pressure, all this is ineffective when applied to a Chaos monster. Tarrou's spirituality is like a thin mist in front of it. Although it is everywhere, it is not condensed and will disperse as soon as it is blown.
Zhang Yu thought to himself that purely from a spiritual perspective, he could not compare to this chaotic monster.
But the good thing is that this kind of thing doesn't have any intelligence, it just acts based on instinct, and he is not alone now, and the main pressure has been borne by the giant Taru tree.
His eyes fell on the jade flute. As long as the jade flute can be broken into pieces, this thing will lose its attachment and only have pure spirituality, then it will become sourceless water. There is no need to defeat it, just wait for its spirituality.
If it is exhausted, it can be destroyed.
After thinking about this, he used his own spirituality to communicate with the giant Taru tree, asking it to try to attract the monster's attention later, so that he would have a good chance to take action.
After the communication was completed, he let go of the branch, and the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared.
He stared at the jade flute. If this thing had been an old magic weapon, its toughness might be completely beyond his imagination. To destroy it, he would have to use all his strength.
He took a slow breath, stretched out his hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, slowly pulled out the Xia Jian from the scabbard, raised it to his eyes, and then focused his spirit on it.
After a while, the sword blade trembled slightly, and then wisps of light emerged from his body and flowed into it.
Gradually, the blade of the sword lit up little by little, becoming too bright to be looked directly at. After a few breaths, the light converged inwards and no longer spread outwards. It was just a glint of condensed light.
At this moment, he felt that his spirit and will had become extremely condensed, as if he was completely immersed in the sword. The sword and his mind seemed to have been completely integrated together, no longer distinguishable from each other.
He seemed to feel the sword cheering, as if if he took another step forward, some kind of transformation would occur.
The white-clothed Taoist suddenly turned his head, the black smoke in his eyes shrank, and he sat up, as if he had sensed a threat and was about to take action against him.
But at this moment, all the branches and leaves of the giant Taru tree swayed, and there was a loud crash. It seemed as if a hurricane was ushering in the dense forest, and the huge spiritual power that had been shrinking suddenly burst out, like a wave of waves.
Pressed down!
The body of the white-clothed Taoist flickered violently. At this moment, he disappeared and reappeared again, like an unreal shadow.
Zhang Yu then moved Xia Jian away from his face, stared ahead, and then stepped towards the monster. He walked slowly at first, but as he got closer to it, his speed gradually became faster.
Finally, he stepped lightly, raised his sword high, and took advantage of the momentum to slash!
The Taoist in white was unable to move at the moment, but it had no intention of dodging. Zhang Yu's blow did not come at its body, but struck the jade flute with an extremely precise sword!
boom!
Zhang Yu was slightly distracted and found himself standing on the edge of a surging river. Countless waves were rolling in it. On the other side, there were peach blossoms, clouds and fog. Not far away, a Taoist in white stood on a willow tree.
Underneath, a jade flute is being blown, the sound is vast and nostalgic, and the artistic conception is far-reaching.
After a while, he put down his jade flute and asked sadly: "Tao, where is the Tao? Do fellow Taoists know?"
Zhang Yu stepped up to him, looked at the picturesque scenery in front of him, and said, "Yu is also looking for it."
The white-clothed Taoist laughed, raised his jade flute, his eyes were full of tenderness, and said: "This was given to me by a woman when I started to practice Taoism at the age of eighteen. After more than a hundred years of practice, she never left me. I have high aspirations.
I traveled with the boat to educate all sentient beings and clear the way in the wilderness for Tianxia. She said that I would agree when I return, but now I can't agree." He slowly handed over the jade flute, "Fellow Taoist, you
Send it back for me."
Zhang Yu stretched out his hand, only to feel his hand sinking as he caught the jade flute.
The Taoist in white looked into the distance, his clothes fluttering, and sighed: "I really want to see Tianxia again."
Ping!
It's like a broken mirror, and the scenery in front of you is scattered.
Zhang Yu still maintained the posture of striking out with his sword, and then heard a crisp and subtle sound. The cracks on the jade flute spread, and then the pieces shattered and fell to the ground.
He looked up and saw the Taoist in white standing there with clear eyes and a gentle and peaceful expression. He smiled at him and then drifted away with a gust of breeze.
He sheathed the sword, glanced at the ground, stretched out his hand, and picked up the jade flute fragment with the three characters "Xiao Hansheng" printed on it. The handwriting was beautiful and seemed to have been carved by a woman. After thinking about it, he
He also picked up a red knot on the back of the jade flute, wrapped it around it, and put it into his pocket.
At this moment, the giant Taru tree sent waves of joy to him, and several tangled branches hung down together.
Zhang Yu walked up, and as the branches were twitched, his gaze slowly raised. After a long time, he came to the top of the tree crown, stepped out, and stood still on the thick crown leaves.
The thick fog ahead slowly dispersed, and a huge lake appeared in front of my eyes.
That is the last realm before going to the Forgotten Land. Once there, you can rely on the spiritual emotions of the owner of the secret scroll to find the way to the Forgotten Land.
But at this moment, when he thought about the white-clothed Taoist, he couldn't help but think that although the seniors who went to kill the alien gods died on this foreign land and never came back, they must also want to go back to Tianxia in their hearts.
.
He looked into the distance, the summer sword in his hand making a gentle sound.