Praying for blessings is naturally Lin Ji's bad taste.
When he saw the astonished expression on Xi Yushan's face across from him, these four words were already worth it.
The moment the sword edge fell completely, countless golden threads and black threads appeared inexplicably in Xiyushan's eyes, and then these golden threads and black threads were constantly entangled.
He felt an inexplicable emptiness.
He clearly still exists, and his five senses are still sharp, but he feels as if he has been hollowed out.
In other words, it was completely stripped naked, like a newborn baby, and was completely seen through by Lin Ji.
But all the inexplicable feelings only last for a moment.
He then saw Lin Ji slowly put the long sword into the scabbard behind his back, and watched as Lin Ji's left hand turned into a fan and slowly flapped it.
The situation around me changed, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers just now disappeared, and the sunshine in the sky also disappeared.
The sudden change made Xiyu Mountain feel a bit colder than it had been for a long time.
He raised his head and saw the bright moon hanging high.
Back, back to the far north.
Boom!
The dull heartbeat sounded in Xiyushan's ears.
He was still hanging in mid-air, but after the heartbeat sounded, he suddenly jumped up and landed on the ground.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound as Xiyu Mountain fell to the ground, stirring up a burst of snowflakes.
His body was punctured by countless tiny ice shards on the ground, which were the remaining traces of his previous ice domain.
A monk who has entered the Taoist realm, even if he does not cultivate the physical body, should not be so fragile.
But this small injury is of no consequence at this time.
Because Xiyushan finally found the source of that ‘empty’.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest.
Right at his heart, a small wound was slowly turning his clothes black, and the color became more and more black, as blood was flowing out.
He quickly raised his hand and pulled open his front, looking at the sword wound that penetrated his heart.
He felt increasingly cold, and his hands and feet began to feel cold.
His heart pulse was severed.
After looking at the wound for a moment, he raised his head and looked at Lin Ji again.
His expression was extremely complicated, ranging from unwillingness to resentment, but in the end it turned into surprise and confusion.
"Where did you agree to kill my cultivation?"
Lin Ji was stunned.
"Who told you?"
"When you kill Bai Qianjiao, don't you just kill the cultivation base?"
"Bai Qianjiao is a powerful person who has entered the late stage of Taoism and has lived for more than three hundred years. You are not worthy to be compared with her."
Lin Ji spent all his money, but he could only kill Bai Qianjiao's two hundred years of Taoism. That was when he pushed the Tao of Cause and Effect to the limit.
At that time, he no longer had the ability to take action, so he could only rely on the way of heaven and extend his life span to give Bai Qianjiao the divine punishment.
Although Bai Qianjiao's Daoxing was cut off, it is not necessarily a bad thing, because this sword also eliminated her karma. If she still has a chance to return to the top in the future, the probability of breaking through to the Daocheng realm will be higher than before.
Quite a few.
Lin Ji couldn't control that sword, and he didn't know what the outcome would be. It all depended on the will of heaven.
At that moment, Lin Ji was a sword in Tiandao's hand.
The Xiyu Mountain in front of him was only in the middle stage of Taoism, and it was far from enough for Lin Ji to pay a huge price.
Therefore, he only needs to use his own karma to draw the sword, just like killing people with karma, and the sword will inevitably fall on his Xiyushan body.
So he destroyed his heart and eliminated his sins.
"It's a pity that if your sins were more serious, you would have died by now."
Lin Ji fell from mid-air and slowly came to Xiyushan. Looking at him on the ground, his face became increasingly pale and his breathing became increasingly weak.
"I also suddenly figured out why your merits are more than your sins. God, your Holy Fire Sect is indeed good for the barbarians, but it is a pity that those who are not of my race must have different minds. I am from the Central Plains.
, and are naturally enemies of the barbarians.”
"Haha...cough." Xiyushan gasped, the light in his eyes getting weaker and weaker, "The far north was originally a part of Kyushu, and the barbarians were once the subjects of the Central Plains Dynasty."
"That was before." Lin Ji shook his head, "What does the past have to do with me?"
After saying that, Lin Ji looked at his empty right arm again and sighed slightly: "So do you regret it? You killed yourself with just one arm."
"I regret it." Xiyushan said calmly. If he knew what would happen to him, he would not dare to block the way even if he died.
Not long after, his eyes completely lost their luster, and his head that he tried to hold up fell heavily to the ground.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and some spiritual power emerged.
Lin Ji waved his hand, and the soul that had not yet been condensed completely dissipated.
At this point, Xiyu Mountain is completely dead.
Lin Ji looked at Xiyushan's body quietly, then waved his hand, and the surrounding wind and snow blew up, completely covering him and turning him into a tomb.
"As someone who has entered the middle stage of Taoism, most of my golden thread of merit and black thread of sin have darkened. I am afraid it will take at least half a month to recover."
"As for the arm, I'm afraid it will take a little longer."
"The price is not too high, but I can't afford to do it again."
Lin Ji shook his head slightly, turned around and walked towards Jingchuan City.
In any case, we can no longer stay in this far north for the time being.
At least we have to wait until his arm recovers, and his golden thread and black thread of cause and effect recover.
...
Jingchuan City, above the city tower.
Several Yuanshen monks in the city all opened their eyes wide.
They simply couldn't understand what had just happened. They just saw that the white-haired man's arm was broken, and then the two seniors disappeared.
When he showed up again, the winner had already been decided.
"Youru..Senior of the Taoist Realm has died!"
"Who is the one with white hair?"
"Lin Ji from Supervising Tiansi, I have seen him at Wen Renjia before, and the person who died was Xi Yushan, the second elder of the Holy Fire Sect."
"Hiss... He dares to kill people from the Holy Fire Cult? Or in the far north?"
"He can reach the Dao realm, what is he afraid of?"
"Hey, you are really right!"
"He is worthy of being the Youtianguan of the Supervising Tiansi. As expected, he has a great reputation. This senior Lin is really powerful."
"Stop... stop talking nonsense, he's coming!"
The closed city gate was slowly opened, and several Yuanshen monks carefully looked at the figure slowly walking outside the city.
Most of their eyes only dared to glance at him, and then they quickly bowed to the end and never dared to raise their heads again.
"I've met Senior Lin."
Lin Ji nodded slightly and walked towards Wen Ren's house in the city.
Just after taking two steps, his steps stopped.
He turned his head and looked to the side, and then saw Beishang staring at him with wide eyes, disbelief.
Beside Beishang, there was an old man with a solemn expression.
"I have heard from the mirror and met Lin Tianguan."
Lin Ji immediately understood that this was the one who had noticed in Wen Ren's family that he had entered the Taoist realm.
The other party didn't show up at that time, so he naturally wouldn't bother him.