The Life of the Blessed One

Bai Yan was also hit by lovesickness rain, and it also happened instantly.

Time and space turned, and he returned to the back mountain of Fa Yunxiao Sword Sect.

It was still the day when he hit the stage of true immortality, and the ninety-nine thunder calamity had dissipated, but the spiritual power in his body had not been transformed into the power of heaven.

Raising his vigilance, he bent down to pick up the broken Acacia sword on the ground.

There was the sound of the corner of the clothes being blown by the wind, and Bai Yan's hand that picked up the sword stopped.

Under the peach blossom tree, he saw the man again.

——This is the heart demon tribulation.

All living beings have their own ways, and only the demon cultivator, who is in the final stage of the impact on the true immortal stage, will experience the demonic catastrophe.

Bai Yan didn't expect Tiandao to treat him like a demon cultivator.

That person once said that he was born with strange hair and was different from others. He always shook his head and smiled. After seeing it today, he felt that what the person said was right.

He really is different.

"Master, Master..." The eldest disciple shouted anxiously from the side, but Bai Yan didn't notice it, he greedily looked at the man's warm and jade-like face and his crooked eyes.

very nice.

He saw him again.

"Master, Master..." Bai Yan could no longer hear the disciple's voice clearly.

He looked at the man, his eyes rolling over his face, and he couldn't get enough of it.

He knew that person was not real, but what about the phantom, he thought about that person for thousands of years, but that person did not enter his dreams, only the picture scroll accompanied him to sleep.

Better fake than nothing.

There is a table and stool carved with jade under the peach blossom tree, Bai Yan walked over and sat on the jade stool, he looked at the man, the sun rose and the moon set, the spring breeze and winter snow, I don't know how many years have passed.

One day, his disciple brought him a bowl of Wangchuan water.

"Master, this is the Wangchuan water that my disciple found for you. Drink the Wangchuan water, and you will be able to overcome the calamity of the demons."

Bai Yan looked at Wang Chuanshui, then at the man under the peach blossom tree.

It was snowing all over the sky, and the peach blossoms withered, but the man was still here, with the corners of his lips slightly curled up, as if he was smiling.

Bai Yan was fascinated by watching it, and it took another hundred years to watch it.

It was another year when the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming. His apprentice and grandson came running staggeringly, knelt on the ground and wept: "Master, my master... the Dao disappeared."

Bai Yan was stunned for a moment, then set his eyes on the Wangchuan water on the jade table.

As expected of Wangchuanshui, after more than 100 years of wind, frost, jade, snow, and scorching sun, it is still the same as when it was first served, no more, no less.

If he doesn't drink Wangchuan water, he will also say goodbye, right?

Why would you sacrifice your eternal life for a dummy?

Bai Yan smiled lightly, picked up the Wangchuan water and was about to drink it, but the man opened his mouth.

"Bai Yan." With just those two words, Bai Yan's hands trembled, and water spilled from the bowl.

The apprentice was stunned, Bai Yan waved him down.

Bai Yan looked at the man, hoping that he would say a few more words, but the man stopped opening his mouth, and instead gave Bai Yan a contemptuous look, and when the spring breeze blew, it turned into peach petals and disappeared.

Is this being laughed at by the Heart Demon Tribulation?Bai Yan couldn't help laughing.

Picking up the broken sword of lovesickness on the ground, he took all living beings in the world, including his own memory, about that person's appearance, name, and his bitter feelings, and attached them to the broken sword.

White light flashed, and the broken swords merged into one.

Holding the Acacia Sword in his hand, he wiped it on his neck without hesitation.

Sky Kunlun Secret Realm.

Tang Xiu was right next to Bai Yan, so how could he watch his young master wiping his neck, hanging on his sword-holding hand, and exerting all his strength.

But how could he be Bai Yan's opponent.

Bai Yan threw him dozens of meters away with a wave of his hand, Tang Xiu threw a piece of white silk and wrapped it around Zhan Xiangsi Sword.

The white silk was given to him by Tang Ming, and Tang Ming was given by the old lord of the Yunxiao Sword Sect who is still in retreat. It is made by adding the silk spit out by the top-grade ghost-faced spider. It is seven parts soft and three parts hard, with incomparable toughness. .

Tang Xiu held on tightly to one end of the white silk, but he wouldn't let go.

Bai Yan sneered, as if mocking his overreaching, Tang Xiu was pulled away with his right hand, and the point of Zhan Xiangsi's red sword was facing him.

At the moment of life and death, Jun Chu and Mo Ya just arrived.

Jun Chu flew up to him, shouted Zhan Xiangsi, Zhan Xiangsi's sword shook, broke free from Bai Yan's hand, and flew towards Jun Chu, obediently being held in his hand.

Bai Yan tilted his head to look at Junchu, his eyes were dead silent, without light.

Jun Chu: Is this because the medicine has not yet expired?

Tang Xiu's sword had been broken in the fight with Bai Yan, Jun Chu temporarily lent him his green sword, joined forces with Mo Ya, and the three of them surrounded Bai Yan.

"Life is not up to me, death is not up to me. God, you are deceiving people too much." Bai Yan roared angrily, trapped in the inner demon, unable to kill himself, and unable to reveal his anger.

Jun took a step forward, trying to wake him up, "Bai Yan, it's me..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Yan's palm had already hit his chest, Jun Chu stepped back and looked back, the place where he was standing just now was burning with flames, and a piece of scorched earth spread to the surroundings.

Each of Bai Yan's palms, even the wind on his sleeves carried a scorching heat that could scorch people. Tang Xiu Moya was defeated in a single encounter, leaving only Jun Chu who had just recovered.

Mo Ya clutched her seriously injured chest, and looked at his senior brother's eyes shining like big light bulbs. As expected of his senior brother, although he only has the spiritual power of a mere golden core in his body, he can match Bai Yan's fight with his domineering sword intent.

Jun's sword intent is indeed powerful, there are no vain tricks, only pay attention to quickness, ruthlessness, and precision, without leaving behind, use offense as defense, one move at a time, one move is not received, and three moves have been made, never give up in a row Panting, even Nangong Fu in the Mahayana period was injured by him, so blocking Bai Yan's offensive is naturally possible.

However, he is now re-cultivated by Thunder Tribulation, and the spiritual power of Jindan's cultivation base can't swing a few swords at all.

But fortunately, Bai Yanzhong's Acacia Sword is not deep, Bai Yan's moves slowed down, and his eyes gradually changed from the dead silence before, and gradually regained clarity.

"Master..." he blurted out in a daze.

Surprise burst into Jun Chu's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to pull his left sleeve, "Bai Yan, it's me."

The two stared at each other and forgot, from the state of Qin 2000 years ago to the present after 2000, the complex emotions in it are beyond words.

Chang Yifeng who was hiding on the edge of the cliff stared dumbfounded, "Master, what's going on?"

Gui Daozi didn't know what was going on, he only knew that Bai Yan was the Patriarch of Yunxiao, who was caught in the lovesickness rain and wanted to commit suicide - such a rare opportunity in a thousand years was ruined by Jun Chu and others.

It's only one step away from killing Bai Yan, and it's only one step away from Qingfengmen's dominance in the cultivation world, how can Gui Daozi endure a defeat.

From Gui Daozi's direction, Bai Yan's front could just be seen.

Bai Yan's eyes were blurred, and the palm in mid-air seemed to be about to fall. Gui Daozi knew that the effect of the medicine had not expired, so he shot towards Jun Bai and the two like an arrow that left the string.

Chang Yifeng also knew his intentions, so he followed immediately, and the two stabbed at Jun Bai and the other one after the other.

Jun Chu subconsciously stood in front of Bai Yan, Bai Yan reacted a bit slower, but still pushed him away before the sword pierced Jun Chu.

With a pop, two swords pierced Bai Yan's body, Gui Daozi and Chang Yifeng laughed, "Bai Yan, you have today too!"

What is Yunxiao Sword Sect, dare to stand in front of their Qingfengmen.

What kind of thing is Bai Yan, who dares to snatch their Kunlun Mountain School of Establishment.

How dare a mere [-]-year-old kid act wildly on his head, if he really is Nangong Fu's old man who is wandering in clouds and wild cranes.

Bai Yan sneered back, grabbed the two swords and snapped them off abruptly, Gui Daozi was horrified, he slapped Chang Yifeng's back with his palm, and flew back by himself.

Bai Yan kicked Chang Yifeng away who was like a dead dog, kicked on the ground, the force was so great that the ground cracked, he used the force to go, and hit Gui Daozi on the head with his burning right fist.

With a buzzing sound, Gui Daozi felt dizzy, and then Zifu felt a pain, and Bai Yan punched his thousands of years of cultivation into pieces.

The fire burns, the wind helps the fire, and the prairie fire goes away, and the ghost rolls in the fire, life is better than death.

Bai Yan stretched out his right hand, and Zhan Xiangsi returned to his hand.

With a sword towards the sky, the wind blows and the clouds fly, the sound of air tearing can be heard, and a crescent moon more than ten meters long is split in the blue sky of the secret place.

The 22 monks guarding outside the secret realm were all taken aback.

Bai Yan snorted coldly, "Gui Daozi and Chang Yifeng murdered the director, quickly take them down."

The monks obeyed and immediately dragged the two of them away like dead dogs.

Withdrawing the two broken swords from his body, ignoring the bleeding wound, turning around, Bai Yan looked at Jun Chu with creepy eyes.

Jun Chu was worried, and had the illusion that Bai Yan was going to tear him into pieces.

"Master, long time no see." Bai Yan walked towards Jun Chu, Zhan Xiangsi trembling in his hand.

Jun Chu: ...It's not an illusion, Bai Yan really wants to tear him into pieces.

Wei Xuanji appeared out of nowhere, looked at the crack in the sky of the secret realm, frowned, waved his right hand, and the crack disappeared.

"Wait." Jun Chu stopped Wei Xuanji who was about to leave, "Knock Bai Yan out."

Wei Xuanji looked at Bai Yan, his eyes were red with killing intent, and the person who was full of killing intent was Jun Chu.

Bai Yan walked towards Junchu step by step, with the long sword rising and falling, fortunately Junchu dodges fast, otherwise it would not be his collar but his neck that would be cut.

Wei Xuanji smelled the breath of the demon cultivator.

Bai Yan was emotionally confused and couldn't accept it for a while, so he was possessed?

It is not a good thing for a person like Bai Yan to be like a demon.

Zhu Xuanji pointed at Bai Yan, and a thunderbolt struck Bai Yan's head, causing Bai Yan to faint immediately.