The reason why forbidden arts can be called forbidden arts must have its unknown limitations.
Take Xuanmen's blood-devouring killing array as an example. The person who set up the array needs to pay the price of twenty years of Yangshou in order to set up the array.
As for the Kunlun Life-Destroying Technique, what you have to endure is the backlash of 1,000 enemies and 800 losses.
Under normal circumstances, if you know the other person's birthday and horoscope, you will suffer relatively less harm.
The more unclear the cause and effect, the more you want to go against nature, and the more serious the backlash will be.
Ji Xuanqing has never been so impulsive and completely fell into madness.
Fighting for his life, exchanging his life for his life, seeking a ray of life for Lingxi in a desperate situation, were his truest thoughts at the moment.
The Qiankun Seal suddenly grew larger and floated above his head.
Thirty-six candles swayed in the wind, and their flames gradually dimmed.
Ji Xuanqing's hand was holding a strange spell, and he was muttering something.
Until the blood he spat out was completely absorbed by the ancient seal, and the face of a strange man vaguely appeared on the other side of the void.
Ji Xuanqing squinted his eyes and yelled loudly: "Wrong."
"Uh-huh."
The face changed rapidly, and it was another person.
Ji Xuanqing continued: "Wrong again."
"wrong."
"Not bad."
"Wrong, wrong, wrong."
He screamed loudly, exhausted both physically and mentally.
Five minutes later, when Ji Qingji's familiar face came into view, Ji Xuanqing stopped kneading.
He stood up, exhausted and pale, and said excitedly: "It's you."
"Fifteen years ago, my junior brother Xinglan pierced your Dantian with a sword, but was unable to kill you quickly."
"Tonight, I, Ji Xuanqing, will do justice for heaven and kill demons."
"Girl..."
His chest rose and fell, he looked towards Kyoto, his eyes were wet and he said: "Master has gone."
"Take good care of yourself and live well."
"Kunlun Mountain is left to you."
"You can bear it, Master Jiuquan is smiling."
"If I can't bear it, I won't blame you."
As the sound fell, the cultivation level of the fourteenth level of martial arts suddenly exploded.
The hair is scattered and the green robe is torn.
"Kunlun Thirty-six Swords, help me."
He grabbed the Catastrophe Bell with five fingers and used all his spiritual power to hit it again from the air.
"Boom."
One blow made the earth tremble, and two blows made the nine peaks roar.
For the third time, criss-crossing sword energy condensed in Ji Xuanqing's palm.
His hair was cut off.
His cheek was cut.
His right foot retreated, and his whole body closed his palms in a swooping posture.
"Gathering spirits, bringing luck."
These four short words made him spit out blood three times in a row.
Tip of tongue, bloody and bloody.
Kunlun's Thirty-six Swords formed a formation with their swords in hand, and the sword light shone on the middle-aged man who was as embarrassed as a dog.
"Huhuhu."
The thirty-six candles surrounding Ji Xuanqing all burned, and even let out a low roar like a beast.
"It's not enough."
"I want more spirit."
"You, all spirits."
His arms were dripping with blood.
The sword energy seemed to engulf him.
But he knew very well that due to the behavior of his fellow practitioners, he could not touch Ji Qingchi at all.
Especially Ji Qingchi, who possesses the most precious treasure of Xuanmen for protection, cannot be easily killed by someone with a level 14 martial arts training.
To kill him, you must forcibly improve your own cultivation.
It must be upgraded to at least the sixteenth level of force.
Yes, there is no need to understand the way of heaven, because what he wants is just the simple power.
Even if it's just a few seconds, even if there's only a chance to strike with all your strength.
This is enough.
Therefore, before using the life-cutting technique, he had to use another Kunlun forbidden technique: hiding the body.
Burn lifespan and gain more space for the body to accommodate spiritual power.
And Kunlun Thirty-Six Swords is the best candidate to provide him with spiritual power.
"Are you afraid of death?"
Ji Xuanqing turned around fiercely, glared at everyone with his blood-red eyes, and roared sharply: "If you're afraid of death, just get off the mountain."
"I, Kunlun, don't need you to wait for your protection."
The leader, Jianyi, leaned forward to kowtow and begged, "Headmaster, Kunlun cannot live without you."
"Death is not terrible."
"The Thirty-Six Swords are willing to act on behalf of the leader and kill the demon Ji Qingchi."
"Please also pay attention to the overall situation and consider the long term."
Ji Xuanqing said angrily: "What is the overall situation?"
"In my life, reaching the semi-fairyland is the end."
"But Xixi is different. She has the fate of a true dragon and has the unique luck of two battles."
"At the age of nineteen, he became the youngest Heavenly Spirit Master in China. Now, he is expected to break through to the eleventh level of martial arts."
"Her age and talent are beyond my comparison."
"Plus Suning, hehe..."
"Leave Kunlun to her, I can rest assured, one hundred thousand assured."
