Chapter 236 That Nanji Fairy, Su Mou is eager to save people
The strange figure covered in black evil spirits slowly suppressed the smile in his eyes.
His whole body became a bit more gloomy and majestic. At this moment, the aura that filled his whole body made Su Bei feel that he was not like a demon king, but like an old hidden dragon.
It is no longer as majestic and domineering as it was in its prime, but it has gained the depth and majesty accumulated over the years.
Even though his whole body is filled with evil spirits and not contaminated by any spiritual energy, he is still intimidating.
"Sword Eleven?"
The hoarse voice seemed to have a hint of reminiscence.
The two swords intertwined in the sky, and the mighty sword energy soared into the sky, like a Milky Way hanging upside down.
I don’t know which direction the sword energy comes from, or in other words, from any direction, the sword energy comes from all over the sky.
He frowned and glanced at Donghuang, who was lying in Su Bei's arms, his brows looking more thoughtful.
But facing Shangguan Wenwen's awe-inspiring sword, he felt extremely vigilant in his heart.
I haven't seen Shangguan Wen in a hundred years, and I don't know what his state is at this time, and he came here just to take away those ghosts.
Now that I have delayed enough time, why should I confront him head-on?
Suddenly, a thick classic book appeared out of thin air in front of the man in black. He opened a page, and endless black mist rolled in front of him.
boom--
There was still a terrifying evil spirit, attacking Shangguan Wen's sword eleven.
The wind and waves rolled, and the entire river flowed upstream in an instant, revealing large areas of the bed.
There was no loud noise that shattered the eardrums, it was completely silent.
But mist evaporated from countless rivers emerged, and then swept across all directions like a flood that opened.
Under the night, there is a vast sky!
This sword is devastating -
With Shangguan Wen's sword, the black shadow instantly retreated and then disappeared into the night.
Between heaven and earth, only the old man with pale hair is left, standing in the sky.
Looking solemnly at the disappearing figure in the distance, he murmured to himself:
"Why is this breath so familiar..."
He did not chase the figure in black.
First of all, he was not confident that he could keep this person. The cultivation level of the person in front of him exceeded his expectation.
Secondly, from his last move, he vaguely felt something.
If this is really the case... I'm afraid the world will be in chaos.
The twenty-one states are like a calm, pure pool, with rapid eddies all over it.
As the two powerful spiritual energy dissipated, the river flowing upstream no longer had the support of spiritual energy, and suddenly fell like a torrential rain.
It hit the river bed and caused a huge wave of hundreds of feet.
Seeing this scene, Su Bei was shaken.
Is this a battle beyond tribulation?
Before he could think about what expression he should use to face the old man next, he felt the pair of dumplings pressing tightly against his chest, accompanied by friction.
In an instant, the heavy rain from the sky fell, hitting the ground heavily with a crackling sound.
Su Bei stood up, resisting the discomfort in his body, and walked towards the bad old man with the cold woman in his arms.
Ji Nanjue, who was tightly locked by Su Bei, was not honest. Everything relied on the instinct of the body, because Su Bei's body had what she needed, so much so that she wanted to integrate her whole body into it.
Her already slender phoenix eyes narrowed into a thin line, and the blood on her cheeks had been wiped clean by Su Bei.
Her head of blue-purple hair was spread down, looking even more blurry under the moonlight. Her snow-white skin was covered with sweat or rain, and her white shirt clung tightly to her skin.
It is semi-transparent, and the flesh color is vaguely visible, and her entire outline can be felt.
Su Bei took a deep breath, buried all the turbulence in his heart, and said:
"Please Master, please save Fairy Nanji's life..."
"This disciple owes her a life under the cliff of no regrets."
"..."
Shangguan Wenwen looked at the disciple in front of him and then at the woman in his arms with a rather strange expression.
Under the Buhui Cliff, he had seen Fairy Nanji, or in other words, the Eastern Emperor.
That night, I had a rough guess in my mind that she had the ultimate yin body, but...why did Su Bei have the ultimate yang body?
Did you make a mistake!?
As for this disciple, when I accepted him as my disciple, it was more of a whim. Could it be that he reawakened this constitution later?
This kind of thing is not unheard of. Before the catastrophe of all races, it is said that the last immortal who ascended in the twenty-one states gradually awakened various physiques and forged the supreme path.
Shangguan asked without saying anything. With a wave of his hand, the world between heaven and earth suddenly changed.
Then a few people appeared in a simple boat house.
The rain gradually became heavier. The rainwater fell on the tiles of the boat, making a crackling sound, and then fell along the eaves of the boat, pulling out hundreds of silver threads and flowing into the river.
Ji Nanjue hugged Su Bei tightly and twisted her body.
The hull of the ship shook and lurched this way and that. Seeing this, Shangguan Wendao bent his fingers and injected several streams of spiritual energy into Ji Nanjue's body, suppressing the evil spirit in Ji Nanjue's body.
The cold air actually froze the river water around the boat into a block of ice.
The ship stabilized, and after finishing all this, Shangguan Wenwen looked at Su Bei, half-smiling but not smiling:
"Five boys, have you ever heard of the Yin Body?"
Su Bei looked at the old man in front of him with gray hair and a hint of vicissitudes of life in his cloudy eyes, and nodded.
Some time ago, the system drew a pseudo-Zhiyang body. According to the literal interpretation, it should be the ultimate in the world.
Shangguan asked and continued:
"Yin is Taixu, Yang is Taiji. Yin and moon are also night, and yang and sun are also day."
"The combination of yin and yang is the foundation of all things in the world. The so-called yin and yang are in opposition but produce each other..."
Although Su Bei was mesmerized by what he heard, a vague idea came to his mind.
Um......
——It’s a very absurd but extremely bloody idea.
Fairy Nanji is the ultimate yin, and she happens to be the ultimate yang...
Looking at Su Bei's expression, Shangguan Wenwen curved the corner of his mouth in a meaningful arc.
"My master's words have been put here. Dong... Fairy Nanji's life is completely in your hands."
"..."
Su Bei's eyes looked at the woman in his arms with some complexity.
The few strands of spiritual energy that Shangguan asked temporarily suppressed the chaos in her body, but only temporarily.
He was riddled with the poison of Zhiyin and possessed evil spirits, and his meridians were as damaged as his own.
The slender white jade legs gently fell down from Su Bei's arms, and under the semi-transparent white shirt was a convex and concave waist.
Su Bei just held her gently with his hands, and the palms of his hands were so soft and almost boneless.
He slowly placed her on the bed of the boat, touched her cheek with some pity, and then asked Shangguan to sit upright.
He was not overly impressed by this cheap master.
The two of them sat opposite each other. The leader of the Sword Sect looked at the man in front of him and said:
"I've suffered a lot for you all these years..."
"This Qingping Sword has been lying around for so many years, but I never thought that I would let you pull it out."
Shangguan Wenwen gently touched the blade of the sword. The Qingping Sword had never felt more stable. It seemed to be enjoying itself extremely, and it hummed softly.
Su Bei smiled awkwardly and didn't know what to say.
The night wind suddenly picked up, and there was a slight coolness in the night.
The moonlight shone down, and the clumps of vegetation and flowers on both sides of the Dongting Stream were cut into pieces by the cold moonlight.
Through the gaps in the boat, you can see clusters of black shadows printed on the ground.
Shangguan Wendao raised his head, looked at the moonlight, and continued:
"I think your senior sister must really hate being a teacher from the bottom of her heart, and she has left such a mess..."
Then he looked at Su Bei, and his cloudy eyes gradually became clearer and a little brighter.
He took out a bottle of wine from the storage ring, with a quiet voice, and took a big sip under the moonlight.
The long sword was lying quietly beside him.
"It's ridiculous to say that more than a thousand years ago, your uncle Shangguan did not die at the hands of Huang Xiu. Instead, he died under the blood refining formation of the Twenty-one Provinces."
"..."
Su Bei's eyes flickered, as if he had figured something out, and asked:
"Master has been tracing the whereabouts of this ghost for all these years?"
Shangguan asked and nodded, then shook his head:
"It's not about tracing, but I just put some thought into this strange evil cultivator."
"Just like this man who has been fighting with me for a few days, who would have thought that this organization hidden in the dark would have such a terrifying great monk?"
"..."
Having said this, Shangguan Wenwen hesitated for a moment, then slowly said:
"There are some things in this world that someone has to stand up for, and someone has to do it."
"And since you decide to do it, you have to face life and death. If you want to get things done, you must die as if you are dead."
"Just like the catastrophe of all races a thousand years ago, when all the sects in the world closed their gates tightly and allowed all life in the world to be destroyed, someone had to die, either you or me."
"Dead, but if this thing is done, then it is a worthy death."
"..."
Su Bei's expression was a little solemn, and he didn't know why the master was talking to him so much.
But I probably understood the meaning a little bit, maybe he was going to do something important.
After a slight hesitation, Su Bei said:
"Master, do you know how to get rid of evil spirits?"
Shan Wulan and Nan Ji were both infected with this thing.
Shangguan Wendao thought for a moment and said:
"In the Wu Gu Mountain in southern Xinjiang, there is a kind of Gu insect that lives by devouring evil spirits. Maybe we can find some clues about how to unlock the evil spirits there."
"I have been cultivating evil energy and hurt the world and myself. Even my teacher has no idea what this organization that has always existed is trying to do..."
Su Bei thought for a while, his eyes flashed a little, looked at Shangguan and asked:
"Master, have you ever heard of the Great Wilderness Sutra?"
"Great Desolation Sutra? Isn't that the technique practiced by Huang Xiu?"
"What about...Tengtian?"
Swallow the sky?
Shangguan asked, his eyes froze for a moment, then he shook his head and said:
"Never heard of it."
Su Bei immediately carved the seal of this exercise book and handed it to Shangguan and asked.
"Only in the beginning and the beginning, Tao stood in one, created the heaven and earth, and transformed into all things."
Shangguan Wendao scanned the contents carefully, then took a deep breath and looked at Su Beidao solemnly:
"Who else knows about this technique?"
"Only the disciples know."
Shangguan Wenwen stood up, his eyebrows were like a river, and he stomped gently on the boat, then suddenly turned around and looked at Su Beidao:
"The content of this exercise is absolutely not allowed to be what anyone says."
"..."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Su Bei again.
Then he handed the Qingping Sword to Su Bei, and in Su Bei's doubts, he handed the Si Farewell sword to his hand.
Two swords were inserted into the sword case.
Sonorous——
"The sword canon of the Sword Sect only has the first ten styles. Starting from Sword Eleven to Sword Seventeen, all swords are required."
"I think you are going to the Wu Gu Mountain in southern Xinjiang this time. I want to go back to the Sword Sect as my master."
"Some things, it's not too late to prepare early."
"Perhaps, the great disaster is coming again."
While speaking, he paused slightly and said:
"This is the second half of the Sword Code. All the techniques from Sword Ten to Seventeen are recorded in this book. I am handing it over to you now. I think it will not be difficult to integrate it all with your talent.
.”
"The eleventh to seventeenth style of the sword canon is the immortal-killing style. Since Qingping Sword recognizes you, other swords can at least not be too inferior to it."
"If there were only eight swords in the world's sword sect, it's just that the sword sect is different from the past, and the remaining swords will depend on your luck..."
"..."
After finishing speaking, he put on his bamboo hat, tied a rope around his waist, and hung the wine gourd.
Looking out the window at the pouring rain, I stretched out my hand and pointed in the distance.
This finger is a sword.
Nine of Swords, calms the storm.
The wind and rain stopped.
Under the moonlight, the old man gently held his bamboo hat, looked back at the boat on the river, and then disappeared into the night.
When I returned home, there was no wind or rain or sunshine.
Looking at Shangguan Wenwen's disappearing figure, Su Bei let out a long sigh, opened the sword case, and silently stared at the two swords in a daze.
Suddenly I remembered that when I was in the Holy Land, I pretended to be better.
——Want to collect famous swords in the world.
"It seems... I really want to collect famous swords..."
"Will the great disaster come?"
...
Su Bei was the only one left in the room. He turned around and looked at the flickering candlelight, his eyes full of thoughts.
Just looking at the woman above the brocade.
Looking at her beautiful face, she is exactly the same as Ji Nanjue, but compared to Brother Ji, the curvature of the side of her face is more gentle.
If she hadn't had an Adam's apple, Su Bei would have really thought that this was Donghuang.
Stretching out her hand, she pushed away the hair stuck to her forehead. A large amount of frost breath came out from between her mouth and nose, and the biting coldness spread to Su Bei's body in an instant.
Su Bei swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said apologetically:
"It's actually fate that manipulates people. This is not Bei's will."
"Fairy, you are Su's savior, and Su happens to be a kind-hearted person. It is impossible to leave you alone."
"..."
She gently took off her embroidered shoes and removed the pair of stockings, revealing a pair of snow-white and slender feet.
There was a chill in the air, and in the candlelight, the arches of her feet were slender and soft, and the five white toe beads were not stained with red vermilion like other women, but were just naturally white.
Perhaps feeling Su Bei's movements, his tightly closed eyes trembled slightly.
Ji Nanjue's body seemed to be numb from the freezing cold, so she moved her body slightly, and one of her jade legs inadvertently touched Su Bei. She trembled subconsciously, and her jade feet suddenly raised and tightened.
The dark night was quiet, and Su Bei's breathing was a little quick.
Then he gently took off Ji Nanjue's white shirt and threw the black belt with (...) on the ground.
Trembling and towering——
Although it was dim, one could vaguely see Ji Nanjue's snow-like jade back, with clear curves, as smooth as porcelain, and as delicate as ivory.
"Fairy Nanji, although Su really wants to save you, this matter still has to go through your wishes!"
After a pause, Su Bei looked at the woman seriously.
After thinking for a while, he sighed again and said:
"If Fairy Nanji doesn't want Su to save you, just say something to Bei: "We are alone and working together, walking alone to gain enlightenment."
"Of course, if Fairy Nanji doesn't speak, Su will assume that you agree..."
Ji Nanjue: "..."
After waiting for three breaths, the woman on the bed still didn't open her mouth to speak.
finally.
Under this moonlight, Su Bei's face looked awe-inspiring.
Gently push her underwear to her waist and drop her silk pants to her knees.
Because Shangguan asked why he was fighting that ghostly lord, the dusk in the sky became a little cloudy and uncertain.
The bright white moon was covered by a large dark cloud.
The boat frozen on the river became darker and darker, exuding a damp and ancient atmosphere.
On the willows on both sides of the river bank, a black magpie whispered.
It was already the fourth or fifth watch at this time, which was when the night was at its darkest. Under the cover of dark clouds, it was even harder to see.
The bright moon completely disappeared.
A bolt of thunder flashed across the sky in an instant, tearing apart the thick dark clouds in this area.
Boom——
The Dongting River is rolling, and the rapid water is sloping down the canyon.
The waves were rolling, and the aftermath of the battle between the monks above the Tribulation finally broke out completely at this moment.
Between heaven and earth, several inexplicable sounds seemed to suddenly come from:
"You... actually..."
"That... Fairy Nanji, Su is eager to save people!!"
"You...you blew out the candle."
"oh......"
The boat was on the river. It was rocking crazily as the river rolled.