Chapter 162 One Sword Cuts But Three Thousand Thoughts
Zhang Sui's face looked a little ugly, and he slashed through the hall five times in a row, but every time he broke a level, another level appeared quickly, as if it was endless.
Looking at the smiling Ying Hong above, Zhang Sui gave up the idea of continuing to break the hall.
Yinghong just said that those with demonic obstacles in their hearts cannot break through the Demonic Temple, which means that the Demonic Temple should belong to the spiritual level, and the destruction method of her swordsmanship has no effect on it.
Zhang Sui restrained his sword, looked at Ying Hong and said, "Fellow Taoist Ying, I have a deep friendship with fellow Taoists from the Donghua Sect. Can't I be accommodating for their sakes?"
Yinghong drank the wine in one gulp and played with the empty glass in her hand. She looked at Zhang Sui and said softly: "Master Zhang, if my senior brothers see me now, they will definitely want to get rid of me. After all, I have already
If you become a monster in their eyes, you don't have to have this kind of friendship with me."
After saying that, he motioned to Kong Wei on the side to fill the cup.
Kong Wei picked up the wine pot, carefully filled the cup, and turned to look at Zhang Sui, her eyes a little confused.
Zhang Sui saw that the friendship was useless. She had seen Kong Wei by her side before. Although Kong Wei seemed to be a different person, Zhang Sui still felt a bit wary and was unwilling to attack Ying Hong directly to avoid hurting Kong Wei.
But now that he can't defeat the Happy Demon Palace and can't gain friendship with the Donghua Sect, he has no choice but to take action.
Zhang Sui said "I'm offended". As soon as he finished speaking, nine golden sword lights appeared behind him. They flashed away behind Zhang Sui and reappeared. They had already trapped Yinghong in them and Kong Wei was separated.
Yinghong looked at the golden sword light around her and said with some surprise: "Buddhist magic?" As she said that, she stretched out a finger and pointed it at a golden sword light. When her fingertip was touched by the sword light, a black stream came out.
Qi, the delicate jade finger's flesh and blood separated and turned into dense white bones.
Yinghong retracted her finger, green light appeared on her hand, and the injured finger quickly returned to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yinghong drank the wine in the glass again and said, "Interesting!" A large number of green threads suddenly appeared from behind, directly entangling the golden sword light.
Although those green silk threads were as thin as hair, they were extremely tough, and soon the nine sword lights were tightly entangled in the silk threads.
There was another reason why Zhang Sui had not taken direct action against Ying Hong before, and that was that although Ying Hong was a member of the Lingmu Cult, she was not riddled with blood resentment, which was completely different from the cultists he had seen.
But now the black energy coming out of Yinghong's hand and the green threads surrounding her body that entangled the sword light revealed a strong smell of doomed power, which made Zhang Sui no longer hesitate to attack her.
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The color of the sword light wrapped in green threads began to dim, and Zhang Sui could feel that the Buddha's power in the sword light was being consumed by the green threads, and it would soon collapse.
Countless green threads also appeared in the void around Zhang Sui's body, surrounding Zhang Sui and trying to wrap him up.
Seeing the green silk around his body wrapping himself like a silkworm chrysalis, Zhang Sui shouted: "Snatch the silk and peel off the cocoon!"
I saw the golden sword light around Zhang Sui coming out in response, turning into countless needle-shaped sword lights, shuttling back and forth in the green silk cocoon.
Ying Hong let out a light sigh, and the green thread that originally extended from the tower actually lost contact with her and scattered into the void under the light of the needle-shaped sword.
"Frost sky! Duan Yue!" Zhang Sui shouted softly twice, and the entire hall was covered in frosty white, and a huge green sword light struck directly towards the top of Ying Hong's head!
Yinghong no longer had the lazy posture just now, she sat up straight, stretched out her hand to grab in the void, and a cracked halberd appeared in her hand, but this halberd was as green as emerald, exuding a strange breath of life.
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Facing the cyan sword light that fell from above her head, Yinghong held the halberd above her head and circled it, colliding with the sword light. The sword light turned into aura under the halberd and shattered in all directions.
Yinghong took two steps back. Her long red dress had turned into a suit of cyan armor. Her blood-red cloak fluttered in the wind behind her, making a hunting sound.
Kong Wei had already retreated to a distance, looking at Ying Hong with eyes full of intoxication.
Yinghong pointed at Zhang Sui with a halberd in one hand, with a fierce smile on her face, and said: "Zhang Daoyou, you have achieved such a level of cultivation in such a short period of time. No wonder the Kongming tribe is willing to pay the price of a living fruit to let me
Come to hold you back.
It seems that their saint at the peak of the Human Immortal Realm died unjustly! Come, let me see how many tricks you have left?"
Zhang Sui didn't say anything. The sword light in his hand condensed into reality, and he jumped up to fight at close range.
Yinghong, who was originally a warrior, saw that Zhang Sui was about to fight her in close combat. She smacked her lips and jumped up with a halberd.
As soon as the two met in close combat, Ying Hong felt something was wrong. Zhang Sui, who was up close, had really sharp swordsmanship.
Before entering Taoism, the Donghua sect had dominated the world with martial arts, and Yinghong was the head disciple. Although his skills were not among the top among his fellow disciples, he was still difficult to rival in the world.
Unexpectedly, when fighting Zhang Sui, he would soon fall into a disadvantage. His halberd felt restricted at every turn, which made the arrogant Yinghong very unhappy.
After dozens of rounds of fighting, Yinghong was hit with swords repeatedly. If it weren't for her cyan armor, she would have been covered in bruises.
When Zhang Sui cut off a strand of long hair on her forehead with a sword, Yinghong knew that she was no match for Zhang Sui in a close combat. She was also a decisive person. The halberd in her hand flashed with green light, and Zhang Sui held the long sword.
He chopped on it, his whole body was shaken, and he retreated ten feet away.
Ying Hong gently stroked the halberd in her hand and sighed: "I haven't fought in close combat for ten years. I didn't expect that I couldn't even defeat a young boy."
She looked at Zhang Sui and continued: "But this world is not the world of martial arts now. Xiaowei, let Daoist Zhang see how you are different these days!"
Hearing this, Kong Wei took a few steps forward, looked at Zhang Sui, and called out softly: "Master Zhang!"
Zhang Sui heard the sound and looked around, his expression was startled, only Kong Wei's unforgettable big eyes were left in his eyes.
Kong Wei's eyes were full of peace and joy.
Zhang Sui felt as if he had returned to the time when he, Zhang Xin and Fang Xiong were playing by the river. There was no sorrow, only inexplicable joy.
Before Zhang Sui could think about it carefully, Kong Wei's eyes changed, revealing deep sadness.
In Zhang Sui's mind, his gray-haired parents appeared. Seeing them cuddling together, turning into countless light spots and disappearing with the wind as he played the flute, Zhang Sui's heart hurt like a knife.
Zhang Sui suddenly closed his eyes, opened them again in a blink of an eye, and saw that his eyes were extremely clear. Looking at Kong Wei, whose eyes turned angry again, he sighed: "Miss Kong, that's enough."
As soon as she finished speaking, Kong Wei's expression changed, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth. It seemed that she had been injured by the backlash.
For Zhang Sui, any attack on the spiritual level has no effect on him. It just depends on whether he is willing to experience it. The "Book of Wishful Situations" has built the best defense for him.
The ability of Kong Wei's beautiful eyes is much stronger than when she first met Zhang Sui. With Zhang Sui's current state, it can actually affect him. If it were anyone else, he might have fallen into the trap a long time ago.
Zhang Sui gathered the sound into silk threads and sent a few words into Kong Wei's ears with his spiritual thoughts. Kong Wei only felt a few words like thunder resounding in the sea of consciousness. His consciousness shook for a while, his face turned pale, and he fainted as soon as he closed his eyes.
passed.
Upon seeing this, Yinghong ducked away and held Kong Wei in her arms. After a little exploration, she found that her consciousness was injured and was unconscious, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at Zhang Sui, his face was a little cold. He said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang is indeed extraordinary, even the impermanent wisdom of our Holy Lady of the Lingmu Sect has no influence on you.
That’s all, if you don’t want to get along well with us, then just stay alone in this inner demon palace.”
After finishing speaking, before Zhang Sui could react, a pair of giant green eyes suddenly appeared behind her. Yinghong hugged Kong Wei, who was unconscious, and jumped into them.
The pair of giant green eyes stared at Zhang Sui, revealed a hint of smile, and then disappeared into the void without a trace, leaving only Zhang Sui alone in the empty hall.
Guzhuan
Zhang Sui was a little dumbfounded. He was still thinking of finding a way to severely injure Ying Hong and ask her to release the inner demon palace and let him out.
It turned out to be good now, everyone has left.
Looking at the empty Heart Demon Palace, Zhang Sui set up his sword light and shuttled back and forth in it to explore the situation in every part of the Heart Demon Palace.
But after working for a long time, he found that the Heart Demon Palace seemed to be just an ordinary hall with no exit doors or windows. During this period, he slashed through the hall several times with his sword, but the result was still the same as before.
Zhang Sui suppressed the impatience in his heart, sat down cross-legged, and carefully recalled Yinghong's description of the Temple of Heart Demons: Those with demonic obstacles in their hearts will find it difficult to break through this temple.
Zhang Sui closed his eyes and looked into his heart.
What are inner demons? Inner demons are all caused by obsessions. If the obsessions are not eliminated, the inner demons will not disappear.
Zhang Sui secretly asked: "What exactly is my obsession?"
Zhang Sui recalled his past, and he actually had a lot of obsessions.
In that world, it is difficult to support your parents, and it is a pity to support your children.
In this world, seeing the third sister being kidnapped and Fang Xiong missing, he is powerless, so his obsession with power fills his chest.
The former had been relieved on the ladder to ask the mind at Junshan Academy, but the latter was the motivation for him to make up his mind to leave Kunzhou City.
If we are talking about the strongest obsession, it must be the latter.
But how can we just let go of this desire for power?
But if you can't let it go, you won't be able to break through this damn temple of inner demons.
For a moment, Zhang Sui didn't know how to deal with it.
Thinking carefully about his various methods and many changes, it seems that it is difficult for Zhang Sui to solve the problems he faces now.
In the end, Zhang Sui's eyes rested on the swordsmanship he was best at. Thinking carefully about the various sword techniques included in the swordsmanship, Zhang Sui's eyes rested on a sword technique that had never been used before.
This sword technique is called "Sword of Wisdom". This sword technique has no killing power, but it can cut away all worries and distracting thoughts.
Looking at this introduction, Zhang Sui couldn't help but murmur, this sword technique is not the Sword of Transformation in Buddhism, right?
This swordsmanship technique is truly non-vegetarian, Taoist and Buddhist, and even this swordsmanship is included in it.
What if one blow of the sword cuts off all the roots of troubles, and you only want to take refuge in Buddhism? Wouldn’t that be the end of the world?
But thinking about his current situation, Zhang Sui gritted his teeth and said to himself: "I can't control that much anymore. I believe that with the wisdom shown in the Book of Ruyi, I shouldn't think about letting me become a monk!"
After thinking about this, Zhang Sui sank his mind into the sea of consciousness, where he silently evolved various key points of the "Sword of Wisdom" several times.
Three moments later, Zhang Sui opened his eyes. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and he said calmly: "If there is a demonic obstacle in my heart, I hold the sword of wisdom and kill three thousand thoughts with one sword!"
A golden halo rose up behind Zhang Sui's head. The golden light emitted by the halo illuminated Zhang Sui's entire body, making Zhang Sui's body look like a golden statue.
At this time, Zhang Sui had no desires or thoughts, and his heart was empty.
But the Heart Demon Palace here began to tremble and collapse, when the light wheel behind Zhang Sui's head illuminated the entire hall in a golden color.
The Palace of Inner Demons finally collapsed, and a black bead the size of a thumb appeared three feet away from Zhang Sui, emitting a strange shimmer.
Zhang Sui opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and the small bead fell on his palm.
Zhang Sui had some idea in his mind that this black bead might be the true form of the Heart Demon Palace.
Zhang Sui breathed out a breath, and the light wheel behind his head flashed a few times, and finally turned into golden light and merged into the void of Zhang Sui's consciousness.
Zhang Sui jumped up, wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and thought to himself: "This sword of wisdom is really weird. If it lasts longer, I would really want to drop everything and escape into Buddhism. This kind of evil sect
If you can’t use swordsmanship in the future, then don’t use it!”
When Zhang Sui was using the "Sword of Wisdom" just now, he felt that all the troubles and obsessions in his mind were gone, leaving only plain joy, which made him feel that he had no desires, no desires, no thoughts.
It's like entering a paradise world.
Fortunately, he stopped in time. If the time had been longer, Zhang Sui felt that he would really be addicted to that state.
Zhang Sui doesn't feel that this state is the right way. Thinking about the evil people, spiritual birds and beasts who were converted by Buddhism, if they encounter this kind of method, Zhang Sui can understand why they are like this.
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Zhang Sui looked at his heart again and found that his various obsessions still existed, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
There is nothing wrong with having obsessions, at least live like one.
If you become a person in the "wisdom sword" state, how is it different from grass, trees, mountains and rocks?
Zhang Sui looked around and found that he was still in the villa, but at this time, the village had long lost any trace of the villagers, and even the houses had become dilapidated.
The moon was already at its zenith, and almost two hours had passed since he arrived here.
I don't know what means Na Yinghong used to cover up Zhang Sui's spiritual consciousness to such an extent.
Zhang Sui shook his head, too lazy to think so much.
Thinking of the Kongming Tribe's possible methods against those old soldiers, Zhang Sui rose into the air, searching for traces of Lao Lu and others in his mind, and found that they had arrived at the planned stationing place.
Zhang Sui galloped away in the direction in his mind.
Soon I saw the bright fireworks in front of me, and the camp where the businessmen were stationed.
At this time, the camp was extremely noisy.
I saw no fewer than two thousand masked men besieging the camp from all directions.
The veterans in the camp, under the command of each team, were resisting the attack of these masked men.
What surprised Zhang Sui was that the old pawns, who had the numerical advantage, did not have any advantage under the attack of the masked men.
What puzzled Zhang Sui even more was that none of the practitioners in the army were in the camp. Neither Mr. Feng nor the practitioners of the Mengshan Sect and Donghua Sect were in the camp at this time.