Chapter 79 Slaying the Great Demon in the Night, Helping You Prove the Dao!
"Monk!"
As Xiu stretched out her hand forward, she shouted urgently, tears welling up in her delicate eyes.
Yanqu Mansion had already fallen into despair.
But soon, he faintly felt something was wrong.
"Wait! Ah Xiu! Don't go there! I can sense his Qi... It looks like Qi, but it doesn't seem to be... In short, it is rising sharply!"
In the blue flames, Zhou Yi looked calm and had a peaceful expression, like an old monk sitting in a state of seclusion.
The difference was that instead of weakening, the vitality in his body increased rapidly.
The health-preserving power hidden deep in the body once again gushes out from every corner, turning into a spiritual spring that can extinguish all karmic fire in the world, isolating the demonic fire from outside the body.
"The human force can really compete with monsters. However, most of the time, it can only barely compete with them."
Zhou Yi estimated that this Lord of Wind's behavior was slightly better than that of Gui Che in Wangcai Village.
In short, he is also a great demon in this range of strength, above the Dahuang County Lord and below the Dahuang Prefect.
Although I am new to Guanhun, to be precise, apart from Qinggong "Treading the Blue Clouds", I have not learned any other serious martial arts.
The power of health preservation can simulate the feeling of Qi, which is obviously higher than the "qi" of ordinary warriors.
Even if he is lacking in martial arts, his strength is still superior to that of martial artists of the same level.
It can be seen from this that the soul-watching martial artist at the top of the human world can probably barely parry the monsters and ghosts titled by the county lord.
As for myself, maybe as long as I can inhale one or two wisps of green smoke, I can rely on my own health-preserving power to deal with monsters of this level with my bare hands.
"The most missing part in the small black letters - the comparison between realm and strength, I finally summarized it."
A slight joy appeared on Zhou Yi's face.
Occasionally challenging the small black letters is a rare bit of bad fun.
On the Yuqing River, a burst of mist drifted from nowhere.
Like a white gauze curtain, it surrounded the wreckage of the boat where Zhou Yi and the monster were, effectively blocking the eyes of people on the shore of the pier.
The moonlight is like mercury, falling on that round and smooth head.
Zhou Yi's shoulders seemed to shake slightly, but didn't seem to move.
"Amitabha."
The sound of the Buddha's name falls, and the power of health-preserving energy flows throughout the body.
The green demonic fire covering the whole body then withered, declined, and went out.
Not a trace is left.
The Lord of Wind, who flapped his black wings and hung in the air, was stunned: "You... how could you be okay? How is this possible!"
Zhou Yi held a single palm in front of his chest, his eyes were lowered, neither sad nor happy:
"The Buddha said that all dharmas are empty and have neither birth nor death, nor dirt nor purity, neither increase nor decrease."
"Donor Lord of the Wind, on the road to the west, the big demon ghost car and Bai Yu are still waiting for you."
"It's time to hit the road."
Hearing this, the Wind Lord's wings trembled slightly, and his face suddenly changed.
"Wait a minute, you're talking about ghost cars and Baiyu? Why do you mention them?"
Suddenly, a horrifying thought popped out of his mind.
Feng Zhijun's expression was stiff, his hair was standing on end, and he shouted almost at the top of his lungs: "You... are you the master who killed Gui Che and Bai Yu in Wenhe County!"
When he learned earlier that Gui Che had been killed, he was quite dissatisfied.
He even wanted to ask Lord Pingjiang for an order to go to Wenhe County and burn the so-called expert to death.
But tonight, when it faced the bald master from Wenhe County, it no longer had any intention of competing.
In the sky full of stars and under the glistening moonlight, a sword hanging from the sky was standing above the monk's head.
"Spare your life! Master, spare your life!"
The Lord of the Wind showed sorrow on his face, begging for mercy while retreating backwards.
Zhou Yi clasped his hands together and said lightly: "Buddha said..."
Not waiting for the day to end.
The Lord of Wind let out a strange cry, unfolded his huge black wings, and flew into the distance without looking back.
Its flying speed is extremely fast, comparable to lightning and flint.
In less than two breaths, it flew hundreds of steps, its body turned into a small black dot, and it was about to fall into the vast mountains on the other side of the river bank in the blink of an eye.
"……impossible."
Zhou Yi took his time and waited until the end of the day before he put his fingers together and pointed forward.
Buzz!
The sword energy shot out suddenly!
There was a loud sound like thunder, echoing in the mountains and fields beside the river.
It is difficult to see with the naked eye, but a sword light that looks like a huge waterfall across the sky swept across the river in an instant and penetrated the mountains and fields.
"ah!"
A tragic scream came from the mountainside.
In an instant, it stopped abruptly.
At the end beyond the reach of the eyes, one could see a ball of flesh and blood exploding from it, flying into the mountains, rivers and the earth.
The Lord of the Great Demonic Wind.
Died in the west of Pingsha Town, next to the old dock.
After many days, the sword energy shot out once again, and Zhou Yi felt an indescribable joy.
This feeling, as if the long-standing anger turned into a source of boundless happiness for him in an instant.
"Master Yichen... Could it be that the sword rhyme above the Xu Mansion is you..."
Yan Qufu's eyes widened and he looked at Zhou Yi in shock and disbelief.
After a while, he exhaled and smiled bitterly: "Yan is really stupid. I should have thought that the only one in the backyard that night, besides me, was Master Yichen. The one who can leave that sword rhyme is naturally the master.
You did. But why...why did the master still deny that he didn't see it? How can a monk lie?"
Zhou Yi turned around and smiled slightly.
"Buddha said, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color. If the monk doesn't see it, he sees it, and if he sees it, he doesn't see it. It's Yan Jiaotou's appearance."
Hearing this, Yan Qufu's body trembled.
It was as if he suddenly understood something.
He slowly raised his head, and for the second time in his life, he looked at the sword rhyme that connected the sky and shattered the stars, moon, wind and dust.
But the feeling tonight was completely different.
Gradually, the heavy and depressed look in his eyes melted and dissipated like the white snow under the scorching sun.
There is actually a hint of light Taoism that is free and easy between the eyebrows.
"So that's it. If it can't be cut off, it means it has already been cut off. Even if it is cut off, it doesn't necessarily mean it has been cut off. In this case, why bother to cut it off?"