Chapter 463 That palm technique falling from the sky...
Again, dead again...
On the barren mountain, Chu Tian's clothes were messy in the wind.
Knowing the future against the will is a powerful magical power that is rarely mentioned in legends. It is even called the number one in seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.
He did not deny that because of this magical power, he had avoided fatal crises more than once, and he had also gained great benefits from it.
However, at this moment, he finally felt the biggest drawback of this magical power, and also understood what it means to not take one's own destiny.
He does not lack the courage to go to the tiger mountain knowing that there are tigers in the mountain, but he does not lack the courage to face life and death without changing his attitude.
As a master of magical powers, he is very aware of the power of his magical powers, and in the foreseeable future, as long as he chooses, he will not be spared.
For example, at this time, he was almost certain that the Seven Tribulations Sword was in the west. As long as he went west, he would be able to find the location of the Seven Tribulations Sword.
However…
"To go or not to go?"
Chu Tianyi looked dull.
In a daze, he only felt that there was a scale placed in front of him, and on the other side was the legendary magic weapon beyond the ten thousand forging level, and the opportunity to reforge the sword's heart.
On the other side, it is your own life.
This sitting lasted all night. In the cold night wind, Chu Tianyi stayed up all night, as motionless as a sculpture.
It wasn't until the red sun rose in the east on the second day that I let out a breath of turbid air...
"If I can escape for a while, can I escape for the rest of my life?"
In front of his eyes, the morning fog was blown away. Chu Tianyi's mind became clear, and he felt that the fog in his heart had also been swept away.
Wow~
There seemed to be the sound of surging tides ringing in his ears, and a text that could only be seen by Chu Tianyi emerged and flowed in his heart.
[You have been blowing the cold wind all night on the top of the mountain, and you are determined to move forward, hoping to regain the heart of the sword] [The Taoist dragon has a feeling, and it buzzes with strange movements, and you are truly recognized by it...] [If you take my life, it is up to me.
, only then can Wu go to see Chenlong!] [Promotion ritual: reverse the future, see the cause of death, and go to the place of death to be reborn. Only in this way can you refine the rank "Chenlong" [Ritual, has started!]
"If you take my life, it's up to me..."
Feeling the words flowing through his heart, Chu Tianyi murmured repeatedly, his heart agitated but not impulsive.
On the contrary, I am more cautious.
Zhujian Villa has collected information about the master of supernatural powers in the past dynasties. He has read through it a lot, so he naturally knows how difficult the ritual is.
No one can count how many magical power masters there have been throughout the ages, but among the magical masters whose history can be traced, 20% were unable to complete the ritual and became demons.
Those who cannot complete the ritual until they die of old age will not be less than 20%.
No magical master dares to be careless in the slightest.
"First, I must understand the cause of death."
He held his sword across his knees and flicked it. Chu Tianyi calmed down and began to analyze the possible dangers he might encounter.
In more than half a year, he has become very familiar with this fairyland, which was from an era 1,200 years ago.
In this era, there were actually very few active masters, and there were very few records from later generations. However, after more than half a year of research, he finally understood.
It's not that there are few masters in this world, but that in this era, there are two killing stars.
One of them is the four great demons of wind, rain, thunder and lightning who live in Qifeng and are higher than the sky. According to legend, these four demons are all cultivated by great masters and possess magical powers.
The four of them joined forces and fought against sloppy Taoists without losing their lives. They also defeated the strangulation of the Wulin Zhengdao led by Dayan Temple several times.
Second, it was none other than the great master of the Taoist sect, Zhenren Zhang.
It is said in later generations that this great master with a kind-hearted and benevolent mind was a real killer, and he almost wiped out evil with his own power.
Not even the Liansheng Cult dared to approach Ding'an Road.
"The four great demons of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the fighting Buddha Yinyue, the good Zen monk, and the slovenly Taoist. There are only a few people in this world who can beat me."
Chu Tianyi has a very clear understanding of himself.
His magical power does not have the ability to attack and protect the body. With his sword skills alone, it is really difficult to defeat those great figures who have left their names in history.
But compared to these people, what he thought about more was the enemy on the Hanging Mountain.
"There will not be many people in the future who can wrestle with Fighting Buddha Yinyue. Among my peers, I am afraid that only the little Overlord 'Qi Daoguang' can do it. The little Overlord Youlong can barely do it?"
Chu Tianyi frowned and thought:
"Wearing mysterious clothes and carrying a straight-edged sword on the waist, it seems that it is no more than a weak crown. It seems that it is unheard of to have such a powerful person."
"Who is he? What grudge does he have against me?"
Before the thought could pass through his mind, Chu Tianyi suddenly felt something in his heart. When he looked up at the sky, he saw a dark cloud drifting towards him.
It's a sunny day and there are naturally no dark clouds coming.
Chu Tianyi frowned slightly, and he could already see clearly that it was a group of crows, and he smelled a disgusting smell from this group of crows.
"Somewhat similar to animal-making, one of the nine secret arts of Liansheng Cult? It also smells of blood and Taoism..."
There was a cold look in Chu Tianyi's eyes, but he did not get up, he just pressed the sword with one hand.
"Wow~"
The hoarse and harsh cries echoed throughout the crowd, as if aware of Chu Tianyi's murderous intent, the group of crows no longer moved forward, but instead circled the barren mountain.
As if waiting for something.
Phew~
Not long after, accompanied by a violent sound breaking through the air, an old crow about half the size of a man with black feathers and red eyes came to the front of the barren mountain.
It hovers high up and makes a human-like cry.
"Exotic birds?"
Chu Tianyi suddenly stretched out his hand and caught a piece of paper that was falling. On it, vermilion handwriting danced:
"I'm very happy to hear that you have the magic of swordsmanship to penetrate the body and become invisible. I specially invite you to attend the 'Ascension Banquet' on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month."
"The sky is higher, Fenghao!"
…
White clouds are like jade belts surrounding the mountains.
A girl in pink clothes, Yinglier, came riding a crane and landed on a barren mountain somewhere in the Dayan Mountains. The wind at high altitude was strong and cold, but she was wet all over, as if she had been fished out of the water.
The snow falls like a white crane, and the whole person feels like running away, with weak legs.
"how?"
Seeing her, a group of Liansheng Cult masters gathered around her, many of them with solemn expressions and uneasy hearts.
"No!"
Ying Li'er wiped the sweat off his forehead, feeling relieved;
"There is no fence yard in Dayan Mountain, and there is no trace of grandma, no, that old witch"
"call!"
After hearing her words, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been granted amnesty, except Feng Wushuang who was casually flipping through the files.
"not worried?"
Feeling the eyes of all the sisters, Feng Wushuang closed the file.
The fantasy world of immortals and demons is not the fragments of the light of the universe that were intercepted and refined over the years by the great supernatural powers in the legend. Although it is mysterious and unpredictable, it cannot encompass the entire world at the same time.
On the contrary, its existence has a core and a limit.
However, although she knew it well, she did not explain it. Instead, she sent Ying Li'er to investigate to reassure everyone.
After all, the intimidation of the old woman was too great to describe. Otherwise, it would not be enough to make them let go of their scruples.
"Sister..."
The girls' eyes dodge, a little ashamed: "We shouldn't doubt you."
"Is there anything we should or shouldn't do? It's a matter of life and fortune, no matter how careful you are, you can't be too careful. You guys have done a great job..."
Feng Wushuang stood up slowly, her purple clothes swaying in the wind, and her gentle words contained heavy power:
"However, I hope there won't be a next time. If what we want to do is half-hearted, it will really kill people..."
"I'll understand later!"
The girls' hearts trembled, and they all replied solemnly and lowered their heads.
"It's best if you fellow sisters can understand."
Waving his hands for everyone to stand up, Feng Wushuang looked at Ying Li'er and said, "Junior Sister, Senior Sister still has something to ask you to do."
"Senior Sister, please follow my instructions!"
Ying Li'er's expression was respectful: "Junior sister will fight even to death."
"We came together to avoid death. If we don't give up even if we die, let's not talk about it. We should do our best within our ability. If something cannot be done, then the best thing to do is to take action."
Feng Wushuang helped her up, not shying away from everyone, and said calmly:
"This magical realm of immortals and demons stands on the ground of the seventy-two divine peaks. It has many entrances, and there are many outsiders here.
We have been dragged down by our education and have a bad reputation. Therefore, we should give up what everyone is chasing, and what others don't notice is our goal."
"Can't others notice?"
When the girls heard the words, they seemed thoughtful.
Among them, there are many former saints who were deprived of their status because they could not pass the assessment, but they are all chosen at the moment, and there are many people with quick minds.
"Could it be that what senior sister is referring to is elixir material?"
Ying Li'er came back to his senses.
"good."
Feng Wushuang nodded and handed her a unilateral sheet:
"Although these elixirs are not valuable, it is difficult to hide them from the old guys in the sect if you want to search for them in the outside world. This illusion is just right."
"This elixir is..."
Looking at the many familiar pills above, Ying Li'er's eyes couldn't help but become horrified, but he swallowed the second half of the sentence.
"Meeting Immortal Powder?!"
Ying Li'er's heart was beating wildly, almost losing color. Fortunately, she was facing Feng Wushuang and felt the latter's signal, so she controlled her fear.
After a blood transfusion is completed, although a warrior cannot be said to be free from all diseases and poisons, he is still very difficult to be injured by poisons and diseases.
But this Fallen Immortal Powder is an exception among exceptions.
This medicine is made from extremely yin, extremely dirty, and extremely filthy substances. Just one drop is enough to kill tens of millions of people.
It is one of the few poisonous pills that has been proven to be able to kill the Martial Saint!
this…….
"Sisters, please go together."
After Feng Wushuang finished giving instructions, she held the folding fan in her hand and was about to leave.
"Sister, where are you going?"
"A few days ago, a strange bird with a weird smile came to my door and sent me a letter of invitation. Nothing serious happened."
As he spoke, the white crane was already fluttering its wings:
"Go check out the fun!"
The sky was high and the clouds were clear, and the breeze was gentle, blowing the endless waves of wheat.
Under the Dachan Temple, there is the world-famous monk field. This is where the Dachan Temple has accumulated thousands of years of savings and can support millions of people.
Under the scorching sun, there were still figures as tiny as ants shuttled around, busy. They were farmers near Da Chan Mountain.
A few of them are believers, but most of them are homeless people.
boom!
The thunder rippled, and the earth shook and the mountains shook.
The sudden wind blows the wheat waves, but many farmers seem to be used to it and are still busy with their heads down.
"Bald thief!"
One blow of the sword failed, but Yu Fengxian's anger increased instead of decreasing. She fired the sword like a dragon, and the true agang rolled like a scorching sun in the sky.
Each sword was heavier than the other, and it kept slashing at the great monk who had his hands clasped together and refused to dodge or block.
boom!
Golden light and air waves exploded. Yufeng's fairy hair was thrown back, and the knife was hanging on the ground. A look of respect could not help but rise in the sinister eyes:
"What a bastard! Your head is much harder than the Hundred Refined Black Iron!"
"Amitabha!"
Gently patting the non-existent dust on his body, Yinyue smiled slightly and said:
"That's right, that's right. This roar has a bit of the roar of a heavenly dragon. As time goes by, I'm afraid I won't be your match."
"In a year at most, I can cut you in two with one sword!"
Yu Fengxian soothed his numb palms, but still kept harsh words on his lips.
After only getting along with him for more than half a year, she had some respect for this monk in her heart. She had never seen such incredible and unbelievable martial arts practice.
She didn't know what kind of magical power she possessed back then, and she could even chop down the Winged Dragon Mountain that she had built into a hundred-refined black iron body.
But in the past six months, she had cut thousands and tens of thousands of chops, but she never forced the fat monk to retreat even half a step!
"Not bad."
Yinyue is not annoyed, and is even a little pleased:
"Next, I will teach you a wonderful palm technique, but you remember, this palm technique should never be used unless absolutely necessary.
Moreover, it must not be passed on to anyone!"
At the end of the sentence, the great monk's voice became serious, but he was just warning. Anyone who has obtained this skill will never show it to others easily.
"Okay, okay!"
Seeing the caution in what he said, Yu Fengxian couldn't help but become interested. Her eyes flashed, remembering that the great monk in front of her possessed an unparalleled palm technique that had been lost for more than a thousand years.
"I have always been a secretive girl. Who can deceive me about my martial arts skills?"