Lincheng Huamo Chapter 159: Immortals are Difficult to Book
Taojun in yellow opened his eyes wide. He had never seen this sword before, and he had never seen Yan Xiao like this before! The corners of his lips were slightly opened, and he whispered: "King Ming of Shancheng, ask the gods with a smile! Ha, ah ha, ha, ha.
Ha ha!"
I saw him look contemptuous again, this is nothing more than an ant!
"What a smile to ask the gods, what a pity, what a pity! I am not a god. God? What is a god? With me, you are just a clown and dancer, accompanying you to spend this endless time having fun! What about you?
Why are you born as a mortal, and given the opportunity to become the God of Joy and Punisher in just a few hundred years? But why are you unwilling to seize the opportunity to become the Lord of Hongyu? Why are you unwilling to go to the outer world to explore things you have never understood!
"
The Taoist Lord in Yellow no longer asked any more questions, he roared, and with this roar, the Kannawu Mountain man swung his giant ax again. But Yan Xiao no longer evaded, lowered his head, and heard another contemptuous sneer: "Young Ant Shang
It can enter the body through all five orifices, eat the heart and lungs, and kill giant elephants. Why, you are so high up and the master of the world, but you have never looked carefully at everything you have created!"
Also accompanied by a roar, the flaming sword of less than four feet, Shancheng Mingwang's pair of hundred-foot giant axes, shone with red light. This weak ant actually used his mortal body to receive the blow of Kannashi Sanren.
The Kannashi people cannot think and have no emotions. It is the plaything of Tu Lingzi during the Hongmeng period. Its existence is purely for killing. When he saw rocks flying towards him, he kicked Yan Xiao away.
After flying four to five hundred feet, he fell heavily to the ground. This time, he probably broke his arms and legs.
He reluctantly used the flaming sword to prop himself up, but in the eyes of Taojun Huang, he still had that unpleasant, compassionate and extremely hypocritical face. Kannayama took one step at a time, shocked at each step, but only five or six steps.
If he takes only one step, he is afraid that he will be trampled to death under the boulder.
The people of Kannawu Mountain stopped moving, and then heard the roaring and roaring noises, and the giant rock beasts turned into majestic giant mountains again.
The Taoist Lord in yellow descended to Yan Xiao's side, lifted his chin with his slender white jade-green fingers, and asked: "Isn't cultivating an immortal just looking forward to ascending one day? Now that you have the opportunity to directly become the master of the world, why would you abandon it like a fool?
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Yan Xiao laughed but did not say anything. He still held the flaming sword in his left hand tightly, the King of Mountain City. The Taoist Lord in yellow also looked at the long sword. He seemed to understand something and was quite curious, so he asked: "This
A knife, but it comes from heaven and beyond?"
"Almighty Lord, don't you have the Yellow Emperor's Heavenly Book? Why, why do you ask this?"
Faced with the ridicule, Taojun Huang was not angry. He just withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and blew the wind, but his tone changed: "Huo'er, no, Yan Xiao, do you understand how the Five Emperors exist?
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Before Yan Xiao could speak, he added: "The Five Emperors are not human beings, immortals, gods, demons, or ghosts. We have been conceived in a world of our own, but we don't know the years. Time has stopped, and it is difficult to understand the end. It is so long and long.
The endless time and years have driven them crazy."
This yellow-robed Taoist calls Shu Nan, or rather, he calls Tu Lingzi. Yan Xiao has known Tu Lingzi, or he has known Shu Nan for more than 800 years. His life hangs by a thread, and he was once wandering in this mortal world.
Tu Lingzi saved himself.
His purpose couldn't be simpler. If he could not escape from this world with his own power, then he would reunite the power of the five spirits. And Yan Xiao was infused with the power of the fire spirit that remained in Kannashi Mountain.
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Yan Xiao raised his head and looked at the man in yellow. This supreme god, whose worldly name is called Shu Nan, actually cried. Tears like pearls fell from his cheeks one by one, moistening his clothes and falling on the crooked grass.
superior.
Yan Xiao was filled with thousands of complicated emotions that could no longer be suppressed, but he saw that the Green Emperor's jade pen turned into a green wood sword and struck with a sword. Yan Xiao instinctively swung the Mountain City Ming King, but he heard the sound of the sword breaking.
The flaming sword was instantly broken by King Ming of Shancheng.
The Aoki long sword is still unstoppable, the blade pierces, the eyes wide open, the pupils shrink, this is the end of a legend!
The wind was cold and biting, blowing by, no longer like the gentle caress of a lover's hands, but more like the ruthless sharp blade cutting through the robe. Tu Lingzi, or Shu Nan, saw that the light faded, and the long yellow and white hair was actually gone.
Just like the white snow in the cold winter, it is hard to regain its original appearance. The originally elegant robe has turned into yellow rags, with many tears, and the six-eared snake is hard to find. That face is no longer difficult to distinguish between male and female, although it is handsome and extraordinary in the style of an immortal.
, but its exquisiteness is not as good as the previous eleven.
Even if you give it up
Even with Tu Lingzi’s supreme status, he still has difficulty studying!
He is Bai Zeweiqi, writing from heaven with a jade pen. It is difficult for immortals to stop writing.
Seeing the man in red lying in a pool of blood in front of him, his face was completely painless and extremely peaceful. Although the people on the ground were like ants in Tu Lingzi's eyes, this man was Shu Nan's best friend after all.
In the end, he died under his own sword!
"Why? Why? Why!"
The roar of the sky made it impossible to regain the graceful grace of my old friend during his lifetime. In the two lines of Daojun's book, blood and tears burst out. Anger, unwillingness, hatred, regret, and thousands of emotions were intertwined in an instant. He fell to his knees and knelt down on the side of his old friend's dead body. This
Maybe it’s time to pray for blessings and perform a death mantra, right? Send him to death in the same way as you would treat a deceased person, or?
Will Yan Xiao's soul be like the pebble he has been searching for for thousands of lives, unable to enter reincarnation and nameless in the three realms?
If that's the case, my friend, how can I have the face to see you again?
The wind was solemn, as if all the souls in the world were mourning for him; the rain was ringing, and it was like the observers from the sky crying for this situation.
Boil the beans and burn the pods, and the beans weep in the cauldron. They grow from the same root, so there is no need to fry them in a hurry.
They are born from the same roots, so why be too hasty?
Shu Nan stood up, covered his face with one hand, looked up to the sky and smiled, looked at the sky and cried. Tears kept dripping from his perfectly angular chin, soaking his robe. The ghost wind howled, he stopped sobbing and stopped laughing, but
He showed a creepy smile, that kind of weird smile that even the bloodthirsty jailer Kang Jinlong in the past could not do.
Then Shu Nan leaned down, and his beautiful but strange face slowly pressed against the dead man's calm and unruffled face, and his soft thin lips kissed Yan Xiao's cheek. He was as emotional as a beautiful woman, and the next moment his lips kissed the dead man's face.
Lips that are already cold.
That kind of scene, I am afraid that everyone who sees it will think that it is Long Yang's good manliness. But the next moment is frightening and makes people unwilling to look away. A wisp of blue and white smoke is bitten by Shu Nan from the mouth of the deceased.
It came out. Looking closely, I couldn't believe it. The white smoke was in the shape of a human being, and it actually looked like Yan Xiao.
I also saw red light emitting from Shu Nan's right hand, and his long hair and robes were windless. In an instant, the white smoke Yan Xiao was absorbed, continuously concentrated, and gradually turned into a phoenix-patterned fire cloud red gold elixir. He held it in his hand, but it was
His face was full of bitterness.
The incarnation of the Son of the Five Emperors, the Immortal Wind Dao Bone, actually took people's souls and refined them into elixirs. It was already unbelievable and jaw-dropping, but what happened next was even more unbelievable.
At that moment, Yan Xiao, whose life was cut off by the Green Wood Sword and whose soul was scattered at the hands of his old friend, rolled over like a carp. Although Shu Nan on the side was shocked, he could not hide his joy. He was about to step forward. At the same moment, the surroundings
The air suddenly soared.
Shu Nan changed the Qingdi Jade Pen to his right hand and swung it suddenly. The Qingmu Long Sword appeared again. He blocked it with one sword. When he saw it, it turned out to be an empty branch of Qingwu.
The flames on the empty branches of Qingwu are blazing, unlike the previous wind and snow. Every swing of the sword, every sword flower, is several times stronger and faster than before.
The Qingmu sword took the next sword again, but Yan Xiao, who was resurrected from the dead, waved his left hand, and the sword wind roared, and it turned out to be the same broken flaming sword, King Ming of Shancheng!
Even if he cannot incarnate as the son of the Five Emperors at this moment, Shu Nan is still Shu Nan. Just listen to his silent recitation, and a Eight Diagrams crest blocks the Mountain City Ming King.
Turning his head to look, Yan Xiao's pupils dilated, and Yan Xiao's eyes...
Those eyes are no longer human eyes. The left eye is pure white and the right eye is pitch black. There is no pupil and it is impossible to judge the focus. Those eyes are no longer human!
"Coffin, you turned into a coffin, this is not, it can't be!"
Shu Nan, who was nearly insane, roared towards the sky, completely inconsistent with his Taoist appearance. He vented his anger and tightened his grip on the green wood sword in his hand.
He then saw him holding his sword upright on his chest, closing his eyes, stroking it with two fingers of his left hand, and shouted angrily: "The tallest man in Baiyue Mountain is the peak, there is no boundary and no self..."
In an instant, King Shancheng Ming once again brought down the unstoppable wind and the flames that burned everything. The Bagua emblem appeared again, but there was the sound of glass shattering. King Shancheng Ming slashed his sword, but saw blood on the blade. Shu Nan covered his left hand.
His arms and body glide back five or six feet. Is this man crazy? No, he is no longer Yan Xiao, he is just a "coffin".
"A handful of dust and sand and blue clouds fall, mountains and rivers are sacrificed, soldiers and horses neigh, and exquisite epiphyllum flowers fall, year after year!"
I also saw the green wood long sword wrapped in light blue light. The long sword deformed and turned into a wooden gun. I waved it with both hands, and the gun
With his eyes wide open, the gun pointed directly at Yan Xiao, and he shouted again: "Stop talking!"
Yan Xiao's face remained expressionless, and he struck with sword after blow, slashing with his sword and bayonet. However, the green wood spear moved like a snake, flicking left and right, making it impossible for Yan Xiao to get close.
Yan Xiao flew up, swung his sword, and the sword's light and shadow were like sharp arrows leaving the string, arriving in an instant. At the same time, the green wood spear in Shu Nan's hand shot out, and suddenly he heard a thundering roar of a dragon, and the green wood spear turned into a hundred-foot-long blue dragon, roaring towards Yan Xiao.
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword dissipated in an instant like mist blown by the wind. Yan Xiao hit the giant dragon with one sword and the other, but the dark clouds gathered again, and thunder thundered down from the sky for nine days. Yan Xiao did not dodge in a hurry, and roared in pain, but he did not see any change in his face.
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Looking again, the empty branches of Qingwu changed again, dispersed the flames, and then gathered the ice of the atmosphere into a sword! When the sword struck down, the dragon roared in pain, and half of its head was frozen!
The giant dragon fell straight down, dust and smoke rose, and when it dissipated, there was no trace of Yan Xiao anymore.
The dragon's figure dissipated, turned into the Qing Emperor's jade pen again, and flew back to Shu Nan's hands. At this moment, Shu Nan's immortal power was exhausted and he could no longer support himself. He staggered and fell to the ground.
The phoenix-patterned red gold elixir in his arms exuded a faint red light, and the black wind suddenly came. It seemed that the ferocious beasts, demons and evil spirits that had been lurking in Kannawu Mountain for many years had smelled the scent of the Fallen Immortal, and one by one they had identified this place.
People with immortal bodies and immortal spirits can no longer resist.
One by one, they were about to attack in groups, but they heard the neighing of Pegasus. In an instant, white light dispersed the darkness and illuminated the earth. Shu Nan tried his best to open his eyes. Through the slight gap, he saw the spiritual beast Bai Ze stepping on the ice blue hoofs.
Flames came from the sky.
Bai Ze's knees were bent and he was lying beside him. His huge white feather wings seemed to be covering his former master like a fine feather coat. This spiritual beast, which looked like a horse but not a horse, not like a deer but not a deer, showed no fear at all.
Close your eyes as if falling asleep.
Bai Ze brings a picture to the Lord of the Ming Dynasty. He knows the ghosts and gods, and the world is ancient. There is no debate between the past and the present!
But it is such a prehistoric spiritual beast that comes from nowhere and has no idea of its return date, but it is dominated by mortals. How can it be celebrated? Or how sad!
Shu Nan smiled at the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes. He was too tired, too tired to stand up anymore, or just sleep forever. He lived for too long, four hundred years? Five hundred years? How many reincarnations of old friends he met
Too many times, but in this life, dust will return to dust, and dust will return to dust.
Suddenly there were water droplets dripping down his cheek, which was warm and comfortable. His physical strength was gradually recovering, and the wound was slowly healing. It wasn't until he could barely open his eyes that he saw that what was dripping on his body and on the ground were tears of blood.
At that moment, the fatigue and weakness dissipated in an instant. He stood up and looked at the ancient beast, which was as strong as a lion, with the head of a deer and the body of a horse, and had giant wings. His tears could no longer be suppressed.
It’s hard to cry because of the book. Just like the prodigal son who has been away from home for many years and reunited with his relatives again, what happened today? Once, twice, three times. I’m afraid the tears of millions of years have been accumulated until today.
He waved his hand to create a silk handkerchief and wiped away the blood and tears for Bai Ze. He then pressed his forehead against his eyebrows, making it difficult for him to speak.
The green hills in front of the door are ancient and dense, and the sun rises and the moon sets for thousands of years.
The sky is beyond the sky, the sky is beyond the sky, does the owner I have never seen but vaguely remember in my mind really exist? If he exists, what does he look like?
The sun sets over the lake and the sea, and the independent peak is too cold. Looking from the beginning, there is no river source or mountain.
Why not wash away the past and reincarnate like ants for hundreds of years!
Just then, Bai Ze was shining brighter than before. He looked up to the sky and neighed, full of sadness. The light emitted from the red gold elixir with the phoenix pattern in his arms became more intense, and the white-haired Taoist suddenly realized.
Could it be that the "coffin" that occupies Yan Xiao's body is so indulgent?
Then I saw the light shining and fading away. Daojun's white hair had been tied up by the silver ring of the sleeping snake, and his rags and robes had been replaced with new ones. His face was delicate and handsome, with a smile on his face. He held a jade fan in his hand, and his robes were fluttering gently in the wind.
Sigh: "The Tao is always doing nothing, haha, haha, yes!"
It is a pity that Taoism always means doing nothing. I am afraid that I will have forgotten it when I am two hundred years old.
The body was lifted up by the wind, and I sat on the white lake. I heard a neighing sound, and the spirit beast carried the master, stepping on the icy blue flames farther and farther.
Yan Xiao loses his soul pill and has his body taken over by the "coffin", and Tu Lingzi submerges his consciousness to regain his true nature in his body. The bond between the two may continue.
At least in this lifetime, those who wander around the world are immortals and calligraphers, and they are no longer innate spirits.