"Is the black dragon the target of the Sakura dragon?"
After returning to Yuzi's room, Han Baiyi endured the phantom pain in his palms and the emptiness caused by the soul knife cutting off his soul, and gently rubbed his temples.
"Relatively speaking, Immortal Peak Master is still within the scope of human beings. As for Yinglong, I can't imagine what kind of methods it has."
"That is to say, I have to find a time period when it cannot contact the black dragon and does not have the light knife in its hand."
"The main reason is that without that light knife, no matter who hands it, it will be too troublesome."
Han Baiyi carefully organized his thoughts.
It's not like he never thought about getting the knife, but in the previous reincarnation, he tried it.
Even if he got the light knife, he didn't know how to allocate the casting to complete it.
This thing requires Long Yin's power and vitality to be maintained at the same time.
Han Baiyi's immortality relies on the system. He has really never used the power of Long Yin once, let alone controlled it.
It is obviously unwise to compare one's shortcomings with others' strengths.
For him, the most advantageous thing is that Han Baiyi can choose the time, place, opponent, and even the battlefield.
Since you can't defeat Yinglong, let her not come.
In other words, even if it comes, her claws must be cut off.
Han Baiyi carefully selected the time period.
"Master Xianfeng...Feng...Yinglong..."
"Sakura, how do you control Kaede?"
"Do you have any requirements?"
Han Baiyi thought silently.
"Since Yuzi and Master Xianfeng were present at the beginning, it means that the sword should have been made by Master Xianfeng."
"After Sakura Dragon possessed Maple, his main and only means of attack was the knife."
"In other words, without the knife, the Sakura Dragon will not come to seek death."
"Well, we must first eliminate the premise that Sakura Dragon has other direct attack methods."
"But Master Xianfeng has been fighting Yinglong for so long, wouldn't he have thought of this?"
"Or...if I hadn't appeared, how would Master Xianfeng have responded to the coming Sakura Dragon?"
"Or, if there is no chance for Oriole to follow, Yinglong will simply not even come?"
In the final analysis, Han Baiyi still knew too little information.
After thinking about it at the end, Han Baiyi changed his perspective and began to try how he would deal with Yinglong who had been ambushing him for a long time after he was defeated by Master Xianfeng.
Then copy the answer directly.
Since you know too little information, let someone with enough information tell you!
...
Master Xianfeng struck Han Baiyi on the chest with his palm.
"Oh I'm dead!"
Han Baiyi flew high into the air, his red tears flung out like a javelin more than two hundred meters away.
Mainly to prevent this old bald ass from stabbing himself with his own knife.
Han Baiyi's chest sank heavily, his mouth was full of blood, and he died just before he saw it.
It's just that the posture when lying down is rather strange, with his body turned sideways and his face facing the direction of Master Xianfeng and Fake Yuzi.
Until Han Baiyi was knocked out just now, Feng stood beside him silently, as if the person who flew out was just a stranger.
Han Baiyi knew that this was completely different from the fake Yuzi she knew. Judging from her current situation, she was probably possessed by Yinglong.
Han Baiyi turned sideways and squinted his eyes as if he were lying on the sofa watching TV, like a 996 father coming home from get off work.
Even though Master Xianfeng is blind, he can still see Han Baiyi's problem.
While walking in this direction, hold down the wound on your broken left arm.
Han Baiyi waited patiently.
Then he received a sharp kick and was kicked far away by the Immortal Peak Master.
"Mysterious."
The old man sighed in a seemingly harmonious way, then bent down to pick up his hand that fell on the ground.
When he just put his foot down, he felt so happy!
Before the old man could turn around, a four-meter-long soul knife thrust into his waist with a pop.
The old monk suddenly stopped where he was.
Behind Master Xianfeng, the Sakura Dragon possesses the fake Yuzi, still looking that weird with his white eyes and a smile on his fair little face.
As dignified as she is now, she doesn't even need to put on makeup when going to a ghost movie set.
"You...you are, Yinglong?"
The old monk looked very weak.
The undead insects in his body seemed to have been pierced by this knife, and there was an extremely harsh squeaking sound in his body, and streams of green juice spurted out from his wounds.
The Hundred Thousand Soul Knife in Yinglong's hand was covered with blood patterns and had already solidified to the extreme.
"Oh, I actually recognized him right away."
"As expected of you, Xianfeng."
As he spoke, the little face of the fake royal child was close to the monk of Xianfeng, and his tone was gentle: "How about it? It feels like having a hundred years of accumulation stolen by me in one day... doesn't it feel good?"
Yinglong's voice was soft and soft, but the words were so cold that they penetrated people's hearts.
"Ha...stealing? People in Buddhism bear the Eight Precepts. You can't just accuse them randomly, Yinglong."
"The first is to abstain from killing, the second is to abstain from stealing, the third is to abstain from sexual misconduct, the fourth is to abstain from lying, the fifth is to abstain from drinking alcohol, the sixth is to wear incense, the seventh is to sit and lie down on a high bed, and the eighth is to eat out of season."
Even though Master Xianfeng had a knife stuck in his waist, his tone was still leisurely: "These eight precepts, this poor monk has never dared to violate in his entire life."
Yinglong chuckled: "A whole eight hundred years?"
The monk said solemnly: "A whole eight hundred years."
Yinglong smiled happily, stabbed the soul knife in the monk's waist and twisted it fiercely. He was smiling clearly, but his words were gritted: "Ichigo deceives the superiors and deceives the subordinates. He uses the human heart as a persimmon seed and does not hesitate to poison the whole world for the sake of his own immortality.
How dare a person with a name like Wei claim to abide by the Eight Precepts?"
"If you cut off dead things, how can you kill living things? They are all true words, how can you lie? Immortality is your original wish, and it has nothing to do with the Eight Precepts. If you don't want to become a Buddha, you just want to live forever. What's wrong with that?"
Master Xianfeng responded fluently and his mind was unhindered.
With a warm smile on his face.
"Master Yinglong has been chatting with the poor monk for so long, are you ready?"
The old monk turned his back to the girl and asked, but Yinglong was shocked and immediately stopped secretly absorbing the life force of the dragon body.
Just as he was about to pull out the soul knife that had penetrated the Immortal Peak Master's body, he saw that on the wound that had penetrated his lower back, the soul knife and the old monk's body seemed to be frozen, leaving streaks like jade crystals.
trace.
Yinglong was suddenly startled and quickly let go of his hand, but his white and tender little hand seemed to be frozen on it, unable to move at all.
Not only that, even the soul attached to Maple's body couldn't move.
"Three hundred and fifty-two years."
Master Xianfeng said "Youyou", with one hand in the shape of a cross in front of his chest, and his back to Yinglong.
"In order to become a truly noble person and seek true immortality, the poor monk accumulated a total of three hundred and fifty-two years."
As Master Xianfeng finished speaking, the cherry blossom petals that initially fell like petals in the sea of clouds and waves lit up one after another like the knots of a fishing net, blooming with a dazzling light.
The moment the light bloomed, even Han Baiyi, who was hundreds of meters away, could hear the shrill sound like a hundred ghosts crying together.
What kind of pain and torture can make so many souls unable to rest in peace until death?
"You and I are both greedy."
Master Xianfeng spoke slowly and turned around slowly.
The soul knife, which was like a condensed jade, was as flexible as flowing mercury on Master Xianfeng's body.
One hundred thousand souls are held in one hand, without any reservation.
"You covet the life force of the dragon body, but I covet more than you."
Master Xianfeng spoke the most domineering words in the gentlest tone.
"Whether it's your dragon soul who was born as a god, or your dragon body whose life is enough to support an entire place, I don't intend to let you go."
"To use one's human body to change the will of heaven is to go against heaven's will."
"Only by swallowing you two can I...become a truly noble person."
Master Xianfeng looked at her with a smile, but Yinglong's expression changed drastically.
The handle of the Soul Knife that should have been in her hand melted into a blade and pierced her arm and body.
Everything was exactly the same as what Han Baiyi had experienced before.
The bloody pattern on the blade suddenly changed and took shape again.
Yinglong looked at the kind face of Master Xianfeng and immediately realized something was wrong.
This is a trap!
A trap for it!
From the very beginning, Master Xianfeng never wanted to forge a magic sword that could kill dragon souls.
He risked his life and used himself and the so-called magic sword as bait to attract the dragon soul and dragon body.
The dragon body's self-awareness is already shallow, and it only requires pure soul power to attract it, while the dragon soul that has experienced eight hundred years is not so easy to deal with.
Because of this, the Immortal Peak Master would use the entire Immortal Township as the stage to stage such a grand show.
This is a big gamble!
The stakes are the past eight hundred years and the future that can be called eternity.
Even Yinglong couldn't help but be shocked by Master Xianfeng's handiwork.
On the contrary, Master Xianfeng himself responded calmly to everything that happened, without any intention of explaining it.
He always felt like something was missing.
After understanding everything, Sakuraryu let out a roar, and his dragon-head-shaped soul was about to break out of Fake Miko's body.
However, the moment the dragon soul rushed out, the crystal petals scattered like the knots of a fishing net suddenly expanded and exploded, and countless fragments penetrated in the direction of the dragon soul, densely covering it completely.
The Immortal Peak Master pushed with the wind from his palm, and the dragon soul, which was surrounded by cages made of countless souls, was immediately sent to the black dragon's mouth.
The black dragon, which had been pierced between its eyebrows long ago and was so weak that it could hardly move, now saw the dragon soul being delivered and got the energy from nowhere and risked its life to swallow it in one gulp.
thump.
Feng's body fell into the cloud waves, but at this time, the fake Miko had completely become an empty shell.
Both body and soul were in a state of being ruined, lying on the ground with eyes open, unable to move.
boom
A dull thunder sounded in the eternal night sky.
The black dragon that swallowed the dragon soul probably had a flashback, carrying its hideous wounds, dragging its weak body up, raising its head and roaring silently toward the sky.
The black dragon's body, which was already covered with scars and wounds, suddenly cracked inch by inch like broken glass, making a loud crashing sound, which made both ears feel dazed.
Following this roar, countless thunderbolts hit the black dragon's body. The skin and scars on the black dragon's body were peeled off inch by inch, and an unbearable sound of pain suddenly came out of the black dragon's mouth. They were roars that could be called torture.
However, with this loud noise, the black dragon scales gradually developed towards purple.
The originally tattered body of the black dragon was slowly changing under the constant thunder and lightning strikes, changing little by little.
Until the end, those originally confused eyes actually exuded a look that was hard to look into.
"roar"
Master Xianfeng raised his head and looked up at the giant dragon roaring towards the sky, sighing in his heart.
"How magnificent..."
"The noble one...this is the truly complete noble one!"
"I wonder if this soul sword, which only absorbed the false royal son and the fish king, can kill him."
Master Xianfeng sighed in his heart.
In Yinglong's view, Master Xianfeng's plan was huge and meticulous, with no mistakes or omissions.
But only Xianfeng himself knows what he still lacks.
Still lacking in strength.
Absolute strength.
Even though he knew that this 'noble man' was at the weakest moment in his life, and had just recovered his soul and body.
But Master Xianfeng still understands that facing such a 'noble person', even dead objects are definitely not something he can easily touch.
but......
That is eternal life.
Who wouldn't want to give it a try when the Changsheng in front of him, even if he knew that he was weak in strength, but seemed not completely invincible?
Master Xianfeng holds a knife with both hands.
The Soul Knife, which was originally only 1.34 meters long, has been extended to four meters.
This is the limit of this sword, and it is also the limit that the soul of the false royal child can extend.
Master Xianfeng took a deep breath, and the jade petals on the ground shone like crystals, forming a formation in an instant.
All the wailing, grief, suffering, emotions and desires are all scattered into these jade-colored petals.
Gathered on the soul knife in his hand is the purest soul power.
As the long sword was swung, bursts of black flames burned around the awakening noble.
Master Xianfeng's whole body seemed to be wrapped in a black poncho.
Han Baiyi could see clearly.
That is the power of Shura.
The forbidden power that also caused the Buddha sculptor to fall.
However, Master Xianfeng not only used it, he also used it unscrupulously, gathering the resentment of a hundred thousand people into his body, and even his eyes were filled with black flames.
Holding the soul knife high with both hands.
An unprecedented high drink in the mouth:
"This body can hold one hundred thousand souls to slay the dragon!"
Black flames soared into the sky, piercing the eternal night clouds and reaching the sky.
Then, I saw the aloof noble dragon lowering his head slightly, as arrogantly as looking down at an ant.
He looked in the direction of the Immortal Peak Master, and then closed one eye.
If you close one eye, the cycle of life and death will begin.
Han Baiyi, who was struggling to survive, lost consciousness just after seeing this scene.