The goose-feather heavy snow is scattered all over the sky, and the magnificent and gorgeous ice crystals are pure and transparent, like beautiful hopes and pure dreams, covering the surface of the blue ocean.
The holy and beautiful breath, accompanied by the cold and clear north wind, gently rippled on the face of the Blue Eyed King.
His body was riddled with holes, and what flowed out from the wounds was not blood, but beads condensed into blue ice crystals.
The ice beads fell one after another and slowly sank into the ocean.
The blue-eyed king staggered back a few steps, spitting out cold ice beads, and stared at Manjusri fiercely.
"Blue-eyed old dog, I killed six thousand Yaksha guards, don't you want to take revenge?" Manjusri grinned jokingly, and once again activated the ice method to kill brazenly.
"You, evildoer, are worthy of shouting at me!"
The blue-eyed king's seven orifices produced smoke, and he continuously activated water channel spells to disperse the cold current.
After all, he is an old demon who has lived through countless years. He has endless ways to suppress the enemy, and his killings are even more fierce when he is furious.
When he really broke out, Manjusri was suddenly surrounded by dangers, and was suppressed by the majestic waves and found it difficult to breathe.
Rows of turbulent waves, driven by strong winds, covered the sky and the sea exuded a terrifying and depressing smell.
The waves are extremely ferocious, like hungry dogs, surrounding them with their ferocious fangs exposed.
Manjusri raised his eyebrows and waved a stream of light.
The light is as bright as a star, with ferocious thunder flashing inside, turning into a tiger wrapped in lightning.
The tiger crawled on the ground, changed from empty to real in three breaths, and immediately rushed towards the blue-eyed king.
Rumble.
The tiger treads on the thunder with its feet. It is so powerful that it is scorched earth wherever it goes.
It opened its bloody mouth and roared violently, and its overwhelming and domineering breath burst out, making the blue-eyed king's cheeks hurt.
"Damn."
The Blue-Eyed King gritted his teeth and cursed, knowing that he could not resist forcefully, so he could only use his escape technique to temporarily avoid the sharp edge. Manjusri's eyes were cold, and he followed Leihu to launch a fierce attack, causing the Blue-Eyed King's methods to suddenly dissipate.
The roars of wild beasts continued to sound, and the light in the palm of Manjusri kept flashing, summoning four giant beasts out of thin air.
The thunder tiger is fierce, as thick as a mountain, the lightning and thunder destroy landslides and rocks, the ice phoenix is pure, the cold wind is fierce, the endless ice and snow suddenly falls like a sharp blade, the fire crow is blazing, the flames are transpiration, the burning void is constantly trembling, the rock bear is violent
, eyes scarlet, as majestic as the top of a mountain.
They roared and roared, surrounded Manjusri, and launched a fierce attack.
The Blue Eyed King is like a small boat in the sea, trying his best to support it but always teetering on the edge, being burned by the bright lights above the remaining sea.
Manjusri's methods of controlling beasts are becoming more and more mature. Surrounded by icebergs and seas of snow, alien beasts pose a huge threat to the Blue-Eyed King.
"Damn it, isn't he practicing the Ice Way? When did he master such slave ways?" Qingyan's heart was pounding, and it was difficult to breathe under the siege of the alien beasts.
Bang!
Thunder Tiger's body was suddenly torn into pieces, and the bright and warm moon in the sea slowly rose from its wreckage.
The scene of blood and flesh did not appear. Instead, Lei Hu's corpse turned into gray mist, spreading wantonly and floating between the sky and the earth.
Seeing this, the Blue-Eyed King felt awe-inspiring, and actually felt a little lucky.
As long as it’s not a real living thing.
Living creatures consume the mind, and visions consume the spiritual energy.
"Haha, seeing that this is Manjusri's method of suppressing the bottom of the box, it must be a huge load for him to maintain the existence of four immortal beasts at the same time."
The Blue-Eyed King sneered on his face, constantly generating defensive means to withstand the rainstorm attacks of the alien beasts.
Spells often produce visions.
There doesn't seem to be much difference between the visions going from mold to clarity, from dullness to agility, but the amount of mental and spiritual power required to be consumed within them will increase in a straight line.
Especially for this kind of strange beast with different Tao Yun, every breath consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy.
No matter how powerful the spiritual power is, it will eventually be exhausted, which is why most creatures fight and have spells and visions that sound like thunder but little rain.
"Hehehehe, I heard that Manjusri's previous state was that of a golden immortal. When he wanted to activate his spiritual power, he still used it as wantonly as usual. As long as I wait patiently and wait for him to exhaust his spiritual power, I can turn defeat into victory and kill him." p>
Thinking of this, the Blue Eyes King immediately changed his tactics.
The waves rolled up suddenly like thousands of horses galloping, and the majestic water vapor was pushed out violently. The Blue-Eyed King hid behind the waves, despite the heavy wind, rain, and ice and snow, and never faced the killing beasts head-on.
His escape skills are as fast as lightning and flint, and the water technique he occasionally activates is tricky and ruthless, and he targets a small area every time.
The ice and snow fell, Manjusri's killing momentum was like a rainbow, and the offensive of the alien beasts was so powerful that it suppressed the Blue Eyed King on the sea surface, and combined with the ice blade, gradually compressed the space for him to move around.
Thunder Tiger is dead, but Ice Phoenix, Fire Crow, and Rock Bear cooperate tacitly, tearing apart the battlefield ferociously and fearlessly, suppressing the Blue-Eyed King and retreating step by step.
The more he beat, the more frightened he became. Looking at Manjusri's expression as calm as water, he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart: "The three strange beasts survived in the world from the virtual reality. They should be like whirlpools and crazily eating away at spiritual power. If they were normal creatures, they would have long ago."
How could Manjusri's spiritual power be so powerful if he died of exhaustion?"
"This guy's methods are sophisticated and changeable. Ever since I was suppressed by him at the beginning, I have tried all kinds of methods to regain his power. Who knows what else is behind the scenes? No, if I continue to endure it, I will die slowly. I have to find a way.
Leave as soon as possible."
"Ha!" Green Eyes shouted suddenly, and a pair of blue wings suddenly appeared behind him, spreading out to a width of a hundred meters.
The fine and flawless feathers sway slightly like reed flowers, setting off the faint smell of dust.
Phew~
The blue wings suddenly flapped, and a strong wind suddenly rose on the sea. The blue-eyed king was lifted up steadily and flew straight into the sky.
The alien beast roared repeatedly, but did not rush forward. Manjusri grinned and looked at the sky.
"Oh, it's a pity that the fragments of the South China Sea were left on the battlefield." The Blue-Eyed King looked down angrily, as if the overwhelming anger in his heart could turn into a sharp blade, cutting the opponent into pieces without stopping.
Susu.
Suddenly, a soft and pure giant tail wrapped around him from behind.
The giant tail is flexible and tough, as fast as a python, and twines around the roots of its wings.
Before the Blue Eyed King could react, he was forcefully dragged down from the sky.
"Who!" He turned his head in fear and saw a fox demon with fur as thick as snow, looking at him with a stern look.
"You, you are Yunxiu!"
Roar!
Rock bears, fire crows, and ice phoenixes rushed out fiercely, with surging aura and killing power, and instantly tore the Blue-Eyed King into pieces.
Before he had time to scream, he fell into this fragment of the South China Sea.
Manjusri, holding a strange stone, came to the corpse of the Blue Eyed King, his eyes full of expectation.
Ka Zhi Zhi, Ka Zhi Zhi.
He suddenly started chewing.
A harsh friction sound sounded in the mouth, as if chewing a steel wire.
After a long time, Manjusri suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a bright fish scale spider web.
This large net is made of strange fish scales, shaped like a gossip spider web, and floats out quietly, suddenly carrying towards the corpse of the Blue Eyed King.
Woo woo, woo woo~
Crying sounds resounded in the fish scale spider web, and when it was taken back, there was a big blue catfish inside.
It is the beast body of King Blue Eyes!
This catfish is majestic but has no sanity. It is composed of the corpse and three souls of the Blue-Eyed King.
The fish scale spider web suddenly turned into an octagonal cage, dragging the big catfish into the void, causing some waves and then disappearing.
At the same time, a thick ancient bronze tree appeared inside the heavens.
The ancient tree is towering, with lush branches and nine exquisite cages.
The color of the cage is bright, and there are ignorant immortals and beasts imprisoned inside, including the Blue-Eyed King and Yun Xiu.
On the far right, there is an empty cage covered in purple blood, exuding a strange smell of death.
This is the most precious reward that Manjusri received in Chimen.
Blood Path Spell: Soul and Flesh Imprisoned
The rough sea water turned into small and exquisite fragments, and the warm breath filled the palm of Manjusri.
This is a fragment of the ocean, expelled and stripped away by the mighty force of heaven and earth, and it contains a rich and majestic aura of waterways inside.
This treasure has the same function as the cold wave bottle, and can turn into a vast ocean to nurture all things.
But in comparison, the ocean of debris has some vitality, and is as dead as the cold wave bottle.
Manjusri put it directly into the bottle, using the aura of the cold wave bottle itself to continuously erode and refine the essence.
The Blue-Eyed King keeps a large number of fish inside, all of which are herbivorous species that reproduce very quickly and are specially used to feed Yaksha.
Manjusri did not expel them. The space contained in the fragments is so majestic that it can expand the ocean of cold wave bottles several times. It is easy to cultivate these fish schools.
The battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood exudes a sticky and fishy smell.
Many tiny mosquito poisonous particles have followed the traces of minced meat and are flapping their wings in the air excitedly.
Mountain beasts, vultures and birds, cautiously approach from a distance, eating fresh meat with great vigilance.
The melody of death sounds in the Vientiane Forest. For these ordinary creatures, it is the clarion call that they are about to have a feast.
Manjusri narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the depths of the ditch in the distance.
A few strands of green hair are floating in the wind, and the fresh and unique charm of the vegetation permeates the ditch.
There is a big furry thing hiding in the depths and eavesdropping with its ears raised.
"Get out."
The moon blade was sharp, like a white horse passing through the gap, it suddenly tore apart the space and flew out.
Suddenly, a familiar flattering voice sounded deep in the ditch.
"Hey, you, Grandpa Manjusri, I would like to send you my regards from the younger generation Mad Lion."
……
The sun is shining brightly by the Chishui River.
The warm and genial flavor, like the tender fingertips of a girl, gently passes over the tip of the heart.
The cheerful and green chirping of birds sounded one after another, and the partridges with black backs and white tails were jumping around the forest looking for insects to feed themselves.
The fish in the river are brilliant, emerging from the water to face the rising sun and breathe out their spiritual power.
Their scales are smooth and smooth, reflecting the colorful sunlight, as gorgeous as countless pure gems.
The sun star selflessly scatters the light of hope in every corner of the ancient world. Thousands of living beings are constantly transforming, sublimating and developing consciousness through daily gifts.
The bright sunshine shines on the young man's long green hair, face, shoulders, chest, knees, and spreads to the whole body, but it does not bring any warmth, but reveals a biting tragedy.
"Brother Qiong Ming, please cheer up. Those fallen tribesmen don't want to see you like this." You He stood behind the young man and persuaded him with sincerity.
You He is weather-beaten, his face is obviously tired and haggard, and there is a hideous scar on his right eye, like a centipede cut off on both sides of the eye.
"Hey, silly boy, why do you torture yourself like this? The deceased is gone, and we have to look forward to the future." Youjie persuaded you earnestly, but his eyes were full of disdain.
The young man's shoulders trembled slightly, but he did not make any response. His eyes, which used to be full of energy, were now as dim as old age, and tears filled his eyes, rolling down silently.
He fell to his knees helplessly, his mouth was full of bitterness and dryness, and his throat hurt like needles.
Sadness filled the chest, Qiong Ming's eyes were dull, and he stared straight at the several crispy white lotus flowers in front of him.
The Suyu White Lotus is in full bloom, with lines on the leaves swaying and swaying, absorbing the sunlight and gathering in the heart of the lotus.
The lotus heart is broad, and there are countless members of the Jade Sword Butterfly tribe sleeping there.
They were the last friends and family members who accompanied Qiong Ming, and now they have all died in a foreign land.
Qiong Xi, falling in the middle, having a good heart, Ou...
Their names are written in sky-blue demonic writing on the bottom of the lotus platform. Each name can involve the beautiful memories of the past.
Partners who fought side by side, brothers who went through fire and water, and family members who clung to each other, these fresh and pure lives were all ruthlessly killed by the West, turned into cold and broken corpses, slowly burned by the brilliance of the crispy fish and white lotus.
"It's all my fault. It was me who harmed everyone. If I hadn't wanted to see Mingchen Lanliu that day, you wouldn't have been killed by that witch. I failed the trust and expectations of all my people. I really deserve to die." p>
"I failed to fulfill my responsibility as a leader. I watched you fall and ran away because of my own cowardice." He let out a hoarse roar and dug his fingers deeply into the soil.
Qiong Ming's heart was filled with painful self-blame. In addition, there was also helplessness and hesitation.
This young patriarch of the Sapphire Sword Butterfly should have enjoyed a pampered and wealthy life. His sister is a third-generation disciple of the Chan Cult, and his race is under the care of the Chan Cult. It is a good opportunity to soar into the sky and travel around the world.
However, something happened a few months ago, which shattered the flourishing age.
He went from a rising star to a cracked stone.
"Alas..." An old sigh sounded. Youjie looked at Qiong Ming's thin back and shook his head helplessly.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.
This is a man wearing a golden dragon robe!
He stretched out his delicate big hand, gently put it on Qiong Ming's shoulder, and asked in a gentle and harmonious tone: "Qiong Ming, the history of the Jade Sword Butterfly has a long history, and can even be traced back to ancient times. Do you know why it has been around for such a long time?"
During the years, your race has always used crisp fish and white lotus for burial?"
Qiong Ming knelt on the ground unmoved, but You He beside him became interested and looked at each other with burning eyes.
The man touched Qiong Ming's head and said sincerely: "Because for the swordsmen, dying in battle is the greatest honor. Even if they are broken into pieces and do not die well, they must shine with the brightest light. The crisp fish and white lotus represent the detachment of the swordsmanship."
, the light contains burning sword marks, which will make the corpse like a moth flying into the flame, and finally bloom into the splendor of life."
"Qiong Xi, you are in the middle of a fall and your heart is right. This is the case for people like Ou De, your father, the same for many disciples of Jie Jiao, the same for Youjie and Youhe, and you."
Qiong Ming slowly raised his head, eyes gradually filled with vitality, and looked at this man with mysterious origins.
"Hope is still there, faith is not dead, we all practice swordsmanship against the current, and we have always moved forward bravely, with perseverance and fearlessness. From generation to generation, billions of living beings have relied on swordsmanship to open up the world, break mountains and rivers, tear apart stars, and bury the corpses of countless sages.
In other places, they are warning future generations that crying is of no use. Only the killing light of the sword can drive away the darkness and eliminate all dangers."
"The Jade Sword Butterflies who are now in Suyu Bailian will not be the first batch to die like this, nor will they be the last batch. Can you understand?"