Yusha

Chapter 587
"Such an unsurpassed way of swordsmanship, such a masterful way of combining the past and the present..."

"Chu Weiyang, you can turn back at any time. Yes, Jianzong couldn't hold back against you in the past, but you said, no matter what kind of request, as long as you say it, as long as Jianzong can do it, in this way of swordsmanship For the sake of swordsmanship, I will definitely be willing to repay you!"

"You're not just living with their hatred behind your back, you're living on their behalf. Presumably they also expect you to live better, to live more..."

"Such a high-level and wonderful technique, such a swordsmanship..."

Probably this is the first time that Song Qingxi used this method to comfort others. At first, You could see the clear regulations, but Chu Weiyang just kept silent and let him not continue to say a few words. The words are poor.

And in the process of Song Qingxi talking to himself, in the already dark golden mist, the part that belonged to the gilded divine flower was still continuously diminishing.

Soon, with the return of the smog itself to the true color of gray-black smoke and dust, perhaps especially the return of the "Suppressing Demon Cave" at the level of the soul, Jiao Song Qingxi's soul and mind once again fell into the constant rotation of pain and torture.

Furthermore, Song Qingxi's discourse, which was getting poorer and poorer, became even more incoherent.

And gradually, it was not just an incoherent performance, it was very embarrassing, and Song Qingxi's soul voice made that painful sucking sound intermittently.

At a certain moment, she raised her head and looked towards the direction where Chu Weiyang's thoughts and thoughts were hanging, as if she had exhausted all her remaining wits.

"kill me……"

"Kill...kill me..."

"kill……"

However, even such words did not elicit any response from Chu Weiyang. From the beginning to the end, the thoughts and thoughts of the Taoist were only hanging high there, just like the grottoes that Chu Weiyang looked at every day in the past. The place is ordinary, except for the constant darkness for many years, the depths of that cave have never given the slightest feedback to the desperate Chu Weiyang.

Now, the same is true.

Moreover, soon, along with Song Qingxi's thoughts and thoughts, the concept of death began to jump out, and then, this concept itself moved the memory, and the memory itself reflected the aura, and the aura drew the sword intent again.

So in an instant, thousands of sword qi were reflected in the sword intent galaxy all over the sky, and immediately fell into the world like a rain waterfall, and the swords turned into streams of light, all passing through the gray-black mist.

Furthermore, under Chu Weiyang's gaze, Song Qingxi's divine form once again fell into a state of self-separation and madness. In the gray-black mist, one after another looming silhouettes of ghosts appeared, biting Song Qingxi the divine form itself.

The supreme swordsmanship that just taught Song Qingxi to flock to him, to feel longing and longing, but also to be frightened by it, split Song Qingxi's soul one after another like this.

However, such changes did not seem to last for too long.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, a gilded divine splendor emerged from the gray-black mist.

In the blink of an eye, all the dharma swords in the sky returned to their original positions, and all the outlines of ghosts and spirits disappeared. Song Qingxi His divine form appeared again, just like the drowning man, breathing heavily while recovering his sanity.

Along with the changes here in Song Qingxi, as time went on, the "Faxiang Tiandi", which had just stopped for a while, started to operate again.

The vast vitality of heaven and earth went back and forth, engulfed in the gilt glow, and the power of Dao fruit revealed little by little, at the same time, towards the six true hearts of Chu Weiyang at the same time. pouring away.

And in the same way, Song Qingxi, who gradually regained his senses, also began to look at the thoughts and thoughts that were still hanging in the world of mountains, rivers and swords with an almost desperate look.

Whether it is stubbornness or insanity, or even fake idiots, people in this world have many different words to refer to the monks of Jianzong, and to refer to the monks of Jianzong's Jieyun lineage.

They were about to go crazy thinking about making menstruation!
But no matter who they are, they have to admit one thing, such as the monks of Jianzong, such as the descendants of Jieyun, how can we not mention the talents and abilities of this sect, at least they are the ones who really have a heart of Dao and their hearts are all in the way of swordsmanship .

For the sake of kendo and to complete the sword scriptures, they dare to do anything and do everything.

It is precisely because of this that Song Qingxi, who was also carried out by such thoughts, no matter how unfamiliar or incoherent, there is always something truly "full of enthusiasm" who wants to teach Chu Weiyang to see, but the god Nian just hangs in vain like this, he doesn't say a word, just contemplates the world of mountains, rivers and swords for a long time.

That kind of melancholy charm itself can almost teach Song Qingxi's "hot blood" to be like falling into an ice cellar.

Song Qingxi can also understand that this kind of chill is the real and indelible hatred in Chu Weiyang's emotions, and the matter seems to have fallen into some kind of dead end, endless loop——

Chu Weiyang's hatred cannot be relieved, and this supreme swordsmanship cannot be passed on to Jianzong's hands. In the future, it is doomed that Qianyuan Jianzong's luck will wither and even die because of the more magnificent and noble swordsmanship. In the years of time inside.

But if Chu Weiyang's hatred is to be relieved, so that the Supreme Sword Dao can be passed on, I am afraid that according to Chu Weiyang's state of mind, it is enough to be willing to slaughter all the sword sects.

But if he really followed Chu Weiyang's thoughts, even if he obtained the Supreme Sword Dao method, who should he teach it to practice?
It is also thinking about this point, in the long run, the more rational Song Qingxi is, the more desperate he will appear because of it.

And at this moment, I felt the changes in the gilded divine splendor in the process of wandering in my Six Paths True Form Atlas, and saw Song Qingxi who was becoming more and more desperate in the silence.

Insensitivity itself is not painful.

And even if it was just for the gilded divine splendor itself that appeared one after another, Chu Weiyang had to teach Song Qingxi to climb out of this desperate state of mind again.

So, in the long silence, Chu Weiyang spoke slowly.

"Song Qingxi, now you are in prison, just look at this gilded glow, the power of Dao fruit! Your golden elixir Dao fruit and the fragments of your natal magic weapon are all in the grasp of the poor, even you Even his body had to slay the monster in the open sea to save his life!"

"Even you are a clay sculpture and stone sculpture. You are stuck in the mud and can't protect yourself. What qualifications do you have to dare to put on a shy face and tell Poor Dao that Jianzong can give me anything?"

"You can't even make up your own mind now!"

"Furthermore, Jianzong? What can Jianzong give me? You are trapped in the impoverished world of mountains, rivers and swords, let alone the eyesight of a great cultivator in the golden core realm!"

"In front of a school of swordsmanship like Pindao, do you still think about condescending charity?"

"Arrogance! Arrogance! Arrogance! You don't know it!"

But at this time, Song Qingxi was not afraid that Chu Weiyang would scold her angrily, she was only afraid that Chu Weiyang would remain silent.

So, just as Chu Weiyang's angry voice was still echoing in the world of mountains and rivers and swords, Song Qingxi's voice hurriedly rang out in the golden glow.

"Yes, it's the fault of the poor, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant and unaware..."

"Then don't mention Jianzong, don't mention everything, I'm already in prison, as long as I can pass on this kind of supreme swordsmanship, I am willing to atone for my sins and atone for Jianzong."

"No! Redeem for me too!"

"When is it time to repay the injustice, the dead cannot be resurrected, if you want to hate, the hatred will be endless, well, kill the poor Taoist today, and kill the poor Taoists in the future, and one day the sword sect will be beheaded by you from top to bottom How can this hatred be relieved?"

"It will only bite your mind back, and at that time, all the reasons that should have been solved have already died in your hands early."

"I……"

Without waiting for Song Qingxi to say anything else, Chu Weiyang's divine form suddenly condensed in the world of mountains, rivers and swords amidst reflections of thoughts and thoughts in the same place.

In an instant, Chu Weiyang had already walked slowly in front of Song Qingxi.

Looking down at him, he was wearing a purple-gold Taoist robe, showing a desolate demeanor as he regained his sanity, and looked like an iceberg lotus flower.

Amidst the gloomy gaze, Chu Weiyang suddenly sneered.

"Are you teaching a Yuanmen monk how to relieve the hatred in his heart? Do you teach Wangzong's descendants what is cause and effect and what is luck?"

"You want redemption?"

"Okay! Let me say that Pindao can promise you..."

"No! Pindao promised you this time, teaching you to atone for yourself!"

"Making this true spirit of yours cultivate and perfect, and take away your physical body in the future, will you agree?"

In the same place, Song Qingxi fell into silence.

So, Chu Weiyang continued to sneer.

"Let you recite the "Heart-eating Mantra" and recite it now, as the elder of the Qianyuan Sword Sect, will you agree or not?"

Still silent.

"Let you control the star river sword map of Pindao, control this magic sword pill, kill one person of Jianzong, but only one person of Jianzong can be resurrected by Pindao, you, can you agree?"

For a long time, it was the silence of silence, the silence of silence.

Chu Weiyang's words seemed to teach Song Qingxi to struggle impatiently out of the desperate mire, then clutch her hair again, and throw her head back into the mud again.

But in the same place, Chu Weiyang seemed to be extremely angry, but he didn't even smile.

"You see, it's not that the poor are unwilling to relieve the root cause. Today you are the root cause. You want to see the true way, and you want to end the cause and effect without paying anything."

"Ha! Ru Jianzong, you are really a devil!"

"Furthermore, Song Qingxi, is your Dao heart, which is in the realm of the Supreme Golden Core Great Cultivator, the ultimate sword sect? Or the extreme sword way?"

Rarely, while hesitating, Song Qingxi seemed to be struggling to get his head out of the mud.

"I...I don't know."

In the same place, Chu Weiyang shook his head, and Shi Shi ran away.

"No, you know, you're just not willing to figure it out for yourself!

That's all for today, but if you really want to relieve yourself from the root, I just want to talk about one thing at present, the power of the golden core, Taoism, and fruit is useful for me to practice, how to do it is up to you think. "

When the voice fell, Chu Weiyang's divine form disappeared.

In the same place, for a long time, bathed in the golden glow, Song Qingxi seemed to be struggling repeatedly.

Finally, she finally sighed.

"Chu Weiyang... Please... kill me..."

For the first time, Song Qingxi actively led the change of death with a certain intention of living towards death.

In the next moment, the galaxy fell like a rain waterfall.

And perhaps it is precisely because this is also the first time that Song Qingxi is bathed in the gilded glow. In an unprecedentedly rational state, she feels the pain of Wanjian piercing her mind, and feels the supreme swordsmanship she longs for. Injury to the true spirit of one's own soul.

Finally, the unbearable pain caused Song Qingxi's divine form to let out a shrill roar.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Wanshan does not allow a stream to run, and the sound of the stream is noisy day and night.

The realm of mountains and rivers includes everything that happened during the period, but the unprecedentedly intense feeling of pain, as if actively urging something, was transmitted to the closely bound Yuankong.

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