The enemy of comprehension is the sword

There were billowing black clouds all over the sky, and there were endless bursts of thunder.

All the cultivators who were near the two main veins of the Dao Vessel, the Seven Mysteries, felt the heavy oppressive feeling of the terrifying heavenly aura suppressing the Sea of ​​Consciousness almost at the same time.

Ah, another fellow Taoist is crossing the catastrophe nearby.

A knowing smile, with a bit of evil taste that is not malicious.

The cultivators who were playing chess, holding books, or dancing the piano and sword put down their idle interests one by one, and looked up at the dark sky.

Crossing the tribulation is not an easy and pleasant game for most monks.

No matter how strong the cultivation base is or how mysterious the means are, the boring Heavenly Dao Will always seems to adjust the strength of the Heavenly Tribulation according to the strength of the tribulation passer.

Therefore, often after the thunder calamity, everyone will be ashamed and disfigured by the lightning, with no image at all.

It's interesting to think about the old man who is usually a fairy, but turned into a savage with a black face and bristling hair, isn't it?

Speaking of which, what kind of catastrophe will it be this time?

The appearance of Huashen left and right?Anyway, there must be no fusion period, right?too light.

Using the aura of heaven that he experienced personally as a reference, the cultivator who wanted to watch the excitement pushed open the window and looked outside at Jieyun.

What the hell is this? !

The world outside the house is completely dark, and the accumulated clouds are deep and vast, stretching like an infinite spread to the limit of spiritual detection.

Baili?Thousands of miles?Or Miles?

No one knows, anyway, it has surpassed everyone's imagination.

Will the transformation stage have such a huge scale...

impossible!

It is recorded in the ancient books that the senior super genius who ascended for a hundred years had only less than a thousand miles of robbery in the stage of transformation, which is already a myth that no one can hold a candle to.

Does it mean that a new myth will be born in this generation?

Probably not, probably because I haven't broken through the tribulation for too long and feel inaccurate.

Shaking his head in self-denial, the cultivator stretched out his hand and was about to close the window when he suddenly remembered something strange.

"Huh? Why does the dull thunder keep on, and there is no thunder disaster yet? Strange, strange."

Of course, it wasn't that his senses were wrong.

In this rare vision of heaven and earth, such questions should be shared by the monks who have survived the calamity within the range of the calamity cloud.

What kind of strange man with three heads and six arms is going through what kind of disaster?

Some monks who are more curious, if it is not because they are not easy to disturb others during the tribulation, I am afraid that they would rush to the center of the thunder tribulation to drag them out to have a look.

however.

As one of the culprits who caused heated discussions, the eldest lady has no sense of being famous at all, and she doesn't even know that she is crossing the catastrophe.

In the realm of consciousness of snow and blood.

Snow, pure white, is the color of the end of life.Blood, beautifully red, is the last gasp of the wounded.

The girl in red lay quietly on top of the fire in the snowy field. Strictly speaking, she should have been nailed there, with a fiery red ancient sword piercing through her chest.

Burning souls to wash away sins.

Her sword, the Sword Demon's sword, the sword that swallowed Shang Qinghan's soul, was also the sword that was about to take her life.

In order to regain control of the power of this demon sword, after Ji Xue threw her into the realm of consciousness again, such a strange scene appeared.

Having experienced many different states of consciousness, Nan Sixian has been able to initially perceive the difference between danger and non-danger.

For example, this time, she can be sure that it is the same life and death field as the time when she killed the Sword Demon. Once she dies here, she will really die.

And she is right now, the time to die is coming soon!

The blood from the heart was flowing out gradually irresistibly, and the heat of the body was gradually cooling down irresistibly.

Fortunately, is not pain considered an advantage?

But her breasts, which were originally not big, were pierced with a heart-breaking hole. In the next life, they will not grow at all...

Exhausting his last strength, he grasped the soul-burning soul-washing sin like a burning flame, but it was still as heavy as the first time, and he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried.

The pale hand gave up and fell.

Nan Sixian can probably understand the meaning of this scene, is she just trying to use the shadow of death to force her to break through her heart barrier?

It's a pity that no one thought of it.

Cowardly as she was, she couldn't pick up the sword that still smelled of Shang Qinghan's blood even after she died.

It's really useless...

***

It is located in the center of the vision of Jieyun, the highest snow peak on the top of the nine heavens.

Looking up is terrifying black, as if the wind and rain are about to come, and looking down is boundless white, washing away the dust of thousands of years, but looking sideways is a person who can't distinguish black and white, sitting on the ice platform.

"Boom..."

There was another shocking sound of thunder that was about to fall.

The dull loud noise was much more terrifying than at the beginning, as if it condensed the wrath of heaven and earth that could not erupt for a long time, full of majesty.

Countless purple flashes of lightning also followed the pace of God's will, appearing in the endless clouds of calamity.

Running, wandering, circling and converging...

In the dark, it outlines an aura of supreme dao that makes people look up to and challenge.

This is the baptism of heaven for a cultivator.

pity----

"It's noisy."

The cold, song-like chant covered the thunder and suppressed the wrath of heaven and earth.

A look, penetrating and piercing, with a light lift of a finger, the sword light pierces through the air!

Thick ink, darker than the black clouds, poured out from the fingertips, swayed straight up on the lightly dancing shards of snow, broke through the avenue with the supreme sword intent, pierced the thousands of miles of calamity clouds proudly, and shattered the gathered thunder light.

Not the first time.

Ten times, a hundred times, or ten million times?

Can not remember.

In short, before Nan Sixian broke through the trial and woke up ready to deal with it, how many times the thunder calamity had condensed in the past, Ji Xue had broken it up so many times.

It will be the same in the future.

The turbulent thundercloud was calmed down again.

With her red eyes tightly locked, Ji Xue's retracted fingers gently landed on Nan Sixian's cheek, which was pillowed on her thigh.

Lovingly and slowly sliding down the delicate curve of her side face.

The smooth and delicate touch clearly came from the fingertips, and a nostalgia that could not be moved away from the fingers penetrated into the apex of the heart, dissolving an inexplicable vain ripple.

Close your eyes and recall slowly.

It is more than the desire to stop stroking the sword, it surpasses the ultimate enjoyment of dancing the sword, no, probably... it is still comparable.

But what about the more mysterious and alluring parts?

such as……

Unknowingly, the fingers that had pushed away the lips suddenly froze, the seductive crimson color leaked from the jade-white skin, and the sound of the violent beating of the heart pushed the shameful gaze away.

How can you think about such a thing!

It must be the memory left by Shang Qinghan!

Busy pushing all the faults to an innocent person, Ji Xue suddenly felt a crystal-clear and icy touch on her thigh.

It's tears.

It's really... It feels like I always see you cry.

"You are wrong again."

With his right hand, he pulled the scattered hair behind his ear, and fastened it with a snow-colored hairpin made of sword light.

The snow-like woman leaned down, stretched out the tip of her tongue like a kitten to hook the teardrops from the corners of Nan Sixian's eyes, and then gave a cold and fiery kiss.

In the blink of an eye, the thumb pressed down one by one, wiping the remaining warm lips, and the drooping purple eyes were lingering.

"I, how could I be willing to let you have a one-in-ten thousand chance of being in danger."

The reason why her Burning Soul Cleansing Sin was suddenly unusable was indeed due to a heart barrier, but it was more due to Shang Qinghan's soul-dispersing seal.

The essence of the sword demon is neither human nor demon, it is a special creature, and it is the obsession in the sword.

The personality that was previously hidden in Nan Sixian's heart was nothing more than the side established by the sword demon after he had grown to a certain level.

Even if he cut her off.

As long as you still hold the Burning Soul to cleanse your sins, as long as you still cultivate the avenue of this sword, the holder will still be a little bit fused and awakened into a sword demon.

Therefore, Shang Qinghan, who was aware of this, chose to use his own soul to suppress the sword before he died, so as to protect Nan Sixian from losing himself again and turning into something else.

Originally, Ji Xue reluctantly agreed with her behavior.

Although Hexin's sword is hard to find, it is not absolutely impossible to find it, and being swallowed by the will of the sword demon again is not what everyone wants to see.

However, after a one-night exchange with Mingzhu and Chenchen, he learned that it would not work at all.

Nan Sixian is not the original owner of this body, this is an open secret tacitly shared by everyone.

She is not like another personality of Sword Demon like the previous reincarnated host, but an independent soul connected with Burning Soul Cleansing Sin through some means that even the usher can't see through.

A simple seal cannot make her grow faster by absorbing the nutrients that belong to the sword demon like other personalities, and finally stabilize the main personality.

On the contrary, because of the seal, the Burning Soul will be allowed to develop freely, and move towards the direction of breaking the seal and competing for dominance after the soul matures.

In that case, according to the inference that the pearl conceals the dust, Nan Sixian should have no chance of winning at all.

Therefore, Ji Xue discussed with her for a long time, and came to the only feasible conclusion——

Liberation has just cut off the soul-burning cleansing sin when the personality is the weakest, and let the soul of Nan Sixian, who is not a sword demon, dye the sword with different wills, and forcibly fuses and eats the unformed sword demon.

What Nan Sixian is doing now is actually the process of unblocking and strengthening himself with Shang Qinghan's remnant soul, and the accidental baby formation is also a manifestation of the smooth progress of the plan.

***

Eyes closed feebly.

Nan Sixian, who thought she was about to die, gradually sank in consciousness, as if falling into a bottomless darkness.

at this time.

A very heart-warming wind is elegant and comfortable, wrapping around the heart comfortably, the lost temperature is instantly warmed up, and the tired body is filled with unprecedented strength.

Eyes opened in disbelief.

I see.

The sword mark on the heart no longer oozes blood, instead, a crazy vortex of spiritual power suddenly burst out, peeling off the emerald light that scorched the soul and cleansed the body of the blade one by one.

The aura that was higher and purer than Tongtian Ladder back then gradually flowed into his body.

One strand, two strands...

One share, two shares...

The surging vortex of spiritual power turned faster and faster, and the calm sea of ​​true knowledge also caused waves as if it could no longer bear this poor efficiency.

And then... The sea of ​​consciousness is in waves!

The pure spirit that belonged to Shang Qinghan, comparable to the immortal level, was constantly transforming into the low-level spiritual power that belonged to Nan Sixian.

But in the blink of an eye, the surging torrent of spiritual power that filled the Sea of ​​True Consciousness was endless, no matter how big the ocean was, it couldn't hold it.

The golden elixir suspended on the top of the Sea of ​​Consciousness was enveloped in it unavoidably, facing the excessive spiritual power, squeezing, tempering, absorbing, squeezing again, tempering again, absorbing again.

But that didn't work either.

The swelling that was about to burst made Nan Sixian feel like a balloon blown to the limit, ready to pop into nothingness at any moment.

Suddenly, a cold and soft touch fell on the corner of the eyes, and because of the inexplicable mood, there was an opportunity, an opportunity to break through again!

Consciousness gradually sank, and spiritual consciousness quickly awakened.

The enlightenment in my heart finally naturally led the unknown mental method to start working.

Nan Sixian led the chaotic torrent of spiritual power with his soaring spiritual consciousness to create a profound star trail, composing a vision like the universe on the top of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Every star, every nebula, every arc of galaxy is the purest spiritual power and the most simple way.

Starlight falls like silver rain.

In the middle of the once again expanded sea of ​​consciousness, a grain of golden elixir that has been tempered to perfection, bathed in the ultimate star rain, finally opened the slightest crack.

boom!

Gold and silver compete for glory.

The golden core was shattered inch by inch, revealing a miniature figure of a vain female cultivator sitting upright in the air.

This is... the realm of Nascent Soul...

☆、66. Do you know why you are always unlucky?