Chapter four hundred and twentieth see through everything
"It doesn't matter..."
Upon hearing this, Venerable Xiu Ming waved his hand slightly, and suddenly, his eyes looked far away, as if he could see through the tent to the top of Qiwu Mountain in the distance!
Looking back, the figure of Venerable Xiu Ming gradually disappeared in the air...
Just a whisper left behind and drifted away in the wind
"The evils in the world will eventually return to me"
It is human nature to like people, and ancestors are the most important, followed by ghosts and gods.
Even after death, there is always a need for someone to serve. Over the billions of years of inheritance, more and more people are lying down, but there are fewer and fewer people standing, although they are replenished every reincarnation!
Maybe it’s because of being in company with ghosts and gods
Fortunately, there are still those lying down, and the blessings of the heroic spirits will prevent them all from dying!
It is precisely because of this that this group of people drink morning dew in the morning, eat in the evening breeze, stay with incense and candles all day long, and occasionally have long conversations with ghosts and gods.
He defeated the twelve disciples of Qiwu and named it Shenglong Hall.
Why is it called Shenglongtang?
Because, they can really turn into... dragons...
When countless men in black robes came and went in a hurry in the middle gate, the Qiwu disciples who were fighting felt their hearts beat out of thin air!
Not long after, there was a sound of swords piercing bones, and several disciples of the seventh-level spiritual master were even more surprised!
Just when they were fighting with each other's disciples, Qiwu's disciple suddenly fell down, his head flew up, and a stream of blood spurted out from his neck, immediately showering him with blood!
Looking through the slowly falling headless corpse, the two sides suddenly looked at each other. Through the blood drops sliding from his head, the disciple of the seventh-level spiritual master only saw the darkness in the other's eyes, like a walking zombie! There was no trace of any trace of it.
Color!!
Before the seventh-level spiritual master disciple came forward with his sword, the man in black robe was silent for a moment! His eyes slowly looked into the distance, and his body flashed and disappeared. Suddenly, among the disciples of Qiwu, another head shot into the sky.
rise!
"Who dares to fight with me?",
The top of the mountain...
The disciples of Qiwu Mountain who surrounded Venerable Xiu Ming looked at each other, then looked at the dozens of corpses of his classmates who were still crying and bleeding at his feet, and gritted their teeth! The mana surged in their bodies and was instilled in the long sword they held.
On top of the sword, he rushed towards him. The disciples in the back row looked at the fellow disciples who rushed forward. They looked at each other for a few seconds and nodded. They held the sword in front of their chest with their left hand, put their right index finger in their mouth and bit it hard.
, Yin Hong's blood flowed out, and then he put his two fingers together and wiped the blood on the sword body from top to bottom. The mana in his Dantian surged, and he muttered words. In a few seconds, the long sword rose into the air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the young man, and then grew
The sword body shook for a while, and several long swords were transformed into them. One turned into ten, ten turned into hundreds, and hundreds turned into thousands. A dozen disciples actually turned into tens of thousands of magical swords, which hovered in the air and made a buzzing sound, like tens of thousands of swords.
Like a poisonous bee eager to be preyed upon.
The dozens of disciples looked at the magic sword in the sky and took out an elixir from their arms. The elixir was brown all over, and there seemed to be a rotation of brilliance between the sunlight.
Ming, all the disciples stared for a few seconds, looking at the determined expressions on their fellow disciples' faces, they raised their necks and swallowed the elixir into their stomachs.
Venerable Xiu Ming saw that these Qiwu disciples all had the will to die. He found it interesting and did not stop him. He waved the long sword in his right hand and a bright white sword light rushed out, repelling the dozens of Qiwu disciples who came up, and then
Holding the sword in his arms, he looked coldly at the performance of Qi Wu's disciples!!
After the dozens of disciples took the elixir, in just an instant, veins popped up on their faces and their faces were distorted. Suddenly, a line of green smoke rose into the sky and merged into the magic sword above.
When the ten disciples saw this, their eyes turned red and they all shed tears. Venerable Xiu Ming could not help but praise softly:
"It's a pity, it's a pity"
It is said that after the disciple turned into blue smoke and merged into the magic sword, thousands of magic swords seemed to be psychic, and they all rushed towards him. As they galloped, the magic swords gradually merged into one, and actually turned into a long silver dragon, with scales and claws flying.
It shines brightly in the sun and is so majestic!!
The disciples who were knocked down and fell to the ground also stood up with support, letting out dull hums from their mouths, and all of them shattered their Dantian, stimulating the last potential of their bodies, then picked up the long swords they held, and followed the silver dragon again.
Rushing towards him once,
snort!
Seeing this, Venerable Xiu Ming let out a cold snort, but his eyes gradually became heavier. He moved his right foot lightly, holding the long sword across his chest. The magic power in his body gradually surged, as if he wanted to remain unchanged in response to all changes.
Upon seeing this, the Silver Dragon hovered in the air for a moment, then raised its head slightly and let out a loud roar that shook the sky. The disciples of Qiwu who were fighting everywhere heard this roar, and they all seemed to be desperate for their lives, and they desperately headed towards the Silver Dragon.
Get closer, and instantly kill the invading enemy and make them retreat steadily!
After the silver dragon roared, the dragon's head was facing down, secretly gathering momentum. Suddenly, in just a moment, the silver dragon rushed straight towards Venerable Xiu Ming.
It is said in ancient history that the wind follows the dragon and the clouds follow the tiger. It is true!
While the silver dragon was swooping down, there was a gentle breeze blowing in the Qiwu Mountain where people were fighting everywhere, lightly carrying the tung leaves, which were dancing with the wind like butterflies. Suddenly, a strong wind suddenly surged up, causing chaos in the clouds in the sky, and rushed straight into the sky.
The silver dragon leaves, it can be said that the situation between heaven and earth suddenly changes!!!
The silver dragon was like a god assisted by the wind, and its scales emitted a faint silver light, making it even more powerful. In a trance, the silver dragon seemed to turn into a giant sword, and it seemed to be the dozens of Qiwu disciples. It was very strange, and it only took a moment for the dragon to rush in.
In front of Venerable Xiu Ming, he raised his long sword and crossed it across the mouth of the silver dragon. However, he was hit back step by step by the huge impact of the silver dragon. Upon seeing this, Venerable Xiu Ming's eyes flashed, he raised his right leg and struck fiercely.
He stepped hard into the ground and was barely able to stop his retreat. At this moment, the silver dragon actually let out a long roar again. The huge impact hit him directly from the silver dragon's mouth. Venerable Xiu Ming couldn't help but let out a painful groan!!
Seeing this, Venerable Xiu Ming had no choice but to take a deep breath of turbid air, shrink his sword-holding hands slightly, then raised his sword sharply to repel the silver dragon, then returned the sword to the middle, and stared at the silver dragon coldly with his black eyes.
stand up.
呲呲.. At this moment, the white armor he was wearing suddenly broke into several cracks on his chest, and scarlet blood flowed out, and slowly turned into blood beads, dripping on the dark brown soil.
, suspected to have been injured by the powerful impact of the Silver Dragon!
When the confronting silver dragons saw this scene, their pupils glowed with silver light. The dragon's head rose slightly, and the silver scales on its body suddenly stood up. Suddenly, a strong wind suddenly came. This strong wind was different from the previous strong wind. This wind was like the samadhi of the yellow wind monster in Journey to the West.
It is like a divine wind, capable of blowing darkness from the sky and the earth. It is good at blowing away the sorrows of ghosts and gods, and it is good at cracking rocks and collapsing cliffs. Not only that, this wind also contains sword energy hidden in it. Suddenly, the silver dragon comes suddenly, making the Venerable Xiu Ming very angry!
"Bang"
Venerable Xiu Ming turned his magic power into a barrier. He held the long sword in his right hand and once again shattered a sudden sword energy, making a loud sound, and then another ping-ping-pong-pong sound came from the magic barrier. It was the yellow wind in the
The yellow sand and mud mixed with it caused waves to form on the barrier.
The yellow wind filled the air and obscured him. He had no way of knowing how his disciples were fighting, and he was still unable to get out of trouble. The unknown karma suddenly rose in his heart!
Gradually, the white armor he wore turned into scarlet, while the red cloak turned into snow-white, which was very strange. The silver dragon also felt that his aura was a bit dull and depressing, so he hid his figure in the yellow wind and observed coldly.
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When Venerable Xiu Ming turned from white to red, a drop-shaped flame pattern suddenly appeared from his forehead. If you look closely, there seemed to be a trace of flame flickering and jumping in the pupil, and after the flicker, it turned into a trace of white fireworks.
It goes on and on like this, very mysteriously.
Silver Dragon was also doubtful. He moved his head slightly and turned his pupils unconsciously, wanting to carefully observe the magic of the fireworks in Venerable Xiu Ming's eyes.
At this moment, between the electric light and flint, a red light flashed, hitting the silver dragon's head directly. The silver dragon kept rolling in pain, howling and trying to fight back. The ferocious dragon's mouth just opened slightly, and a
Weak reddish flames appeared in the sky above the scales of the dragon's head. The flames flickered in and out, as if they were about to go out in the next second. The silver dragon couldn't help but feel a little confused. There was a trace of confusion in his cold eyes, which was a little unpredictable.
Venerable Qing Xiu Ming's move, the dragon's beard twitched and snorted secretly, a roll of dragon's breath poured out and rushed towards the flame. The red flame flickered several times and was finally annihilated in the void.
“Nothing more than that”
The silver dragon secretly sneered in his heart, and was about to accumulate strength to fight back. Suddenly, one after another, light red flames appeared on the scales, flickering and jumping. In the blink of an eye, the silver dragon was completely surrounded by flames. The silver scales seemed to be unable to withstand this.
The scorching high temperature twisted in the red light as if it was about to melt. Just when the silver dragon was helpless, the fireworks turned white and instantly condensed into blocks. The silver dragon fell to the ground with a "dong" sound, exuding a trace of cold air.
"The evils in the world will eventually return to me"
In the yellow wind that gradually subsided, a slight sigh came slowly.
Looking around, I saw Venerable Xiu Ming wearing red armor and a snow-white cloak. He was in a half-crouching position. He held a sword in his right hand, pointing straight at the fallen silver dragon. The flame seemed to be coming from the sword, and the sword was half-curved.
It is no more than two feet wide and is gray-brown all over. The hilt of the sword is made of a twisted bone hand. Four fingers of the bone hand are curved and the other finger is straight. There is a hollow in the middle, which is connected to the sword body. At the connected fingertips, there are
There are bunches of drop-shaped flames emerging, which are exquisite and exquisite. The sword body emits red and white light, and as the light rotates, there seems to be a whisper.
Just as he was whispering and sighing, the silver dragon suddenly exploded, and the snow-white ice cubes bounced into the air one after another. When they fell, they turned into bunches of red and white fireworks. They gathered into a group and floated towards the curved sword in his hand. Nearby,
When the sword was bent an inch, it turned into two thin streams of flames like running water, which merged into the sword like a person inhaling. A moment later, the last trace of fireworks was also integrated into the sword body, and the red and white brilliance emitted by the bent sword became even brighter.
Even more so, the whispers between the radiance and the light became louder and could be heard faintly. It seemed like there were many voices praying, and the buzzing made people feel a trace of unspeakable hope!!!
Venerable Xiu Ming was also smiling at this moment, gently stroking the blade of the sword with his right hand, looking at the disciples who were still fighting in the middle of the mountain, and said softly:
"This sword is called Guilt..."
Qiwu disciples from all over the mountain watched the silver dragon burst into flames and die. Many disciples were filled with grief and anger, their eyes widened with anger, and blood and tears could faintly flow out. Emotions of anger, resentment, sadness, and despair emerged from their minds.
The sword flew out behind itself, and Jindu took out the brown pill from his arms.
Raise your neck, open your mouth, swallow...
Thousands of disciples have not practiced yet, but their movements are so uniform. They raise their eyes and look at the surrounding disciples with tacit understanding. They all find the determination in the other's eyes, and there is an inexplicable sadness and warmth in their hearts.
After a while, the disciples who took the elixir slowly turned into green smoke and went straight up. Looking from a distance, the entire Qiwu Mountain was shrouded in the green smoke transformed by thousands of disciples, just like bunches of wolf smoke rising into the sky.
It is also like the faint white mist rising from a pile of cooking fires waiting to be extinguished after a meal,
However, when these bunches of green smoke gradually rose into the air, they became heavy. It was so dark as ink, so towering into the clouds, it made people feel awe!
Just like the dozens of disciples mentioned above, the magic sword transformed into thousands, and dozens of silver dragons with majestic horns and shining silver appeared in the sky, baring their teeth and claws, howling and wanting to release the resentment in their hearts. In an instant, Qiwu Mountain
The wind blew violently again, and black clouds suddenly gathered, stretching for dozens of miles.
"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying"
The earth and gravel all over the ground were swept up, and thousands of tung trees were rustled among the flying sand and rocks. The sky and earth suddenly dimmed, and the darkness was slightly bright, just like the long night before dawn.
Suddenly, a thunder exploded in the sky, and the sound was deafening. Hundreds of billions of creatures in the Xuantian Continent seemed to feel it. When the thunder exploded, their hearts suddenly beat, and they were startled, panicked, and ran away.
In an unknown small town, a baby was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, the baby opened his eyes, and a thunder suddenly appeared in the clear sky. The baby was frightened and cried loudly. Her mother was also paralyzed by the thunder.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, it took a long time to calm down and comfort my child with a trembling voice.
In the southwest, among the moon-shaped mountains and forests, many demonic beasts and wolves rushed to their lairs. Suddenly, a thunder appeared in the air. A Lili who was running back to his lair suddenly jumped when the thunder sounded.
He fell to the ground, and upon closer inspection, a trace of green liquid seeped out of his mouth. He was so frightened that he died of fear.