Dengxian of crossing

"How dare you kid!"

The middle-aged man saw that the main hall was trembling constantly, and the place where the chains were recovered was even more trembling. There were faint objects trapped by layers of chains coming out of it. He was shocked and urged his natal sword to stop it.

Seeing this, the grey-haired monk was shocked too, the natal sword was wrapped in flames, and rushed straight at the thing above Xue Zhisha's head, trying to separate that thing from Xue Zhisha.

"Hmph!" Xue Zhisha snorted coldly, and said, "The cockroach shakes the tree! As I said, you either let me go or kill me. Unfortunately, you have already missed the best time!" , the two natal swords full of spiritual power were shattered and flew out!

"puff!"

"puff!"

The sword cultivator's natal sword is the same as the natal magic weapon of other monks. It is connected to the soul. Although it is far stronger and easier to use than ordinary magic weapons, it also has a fatal point. If the sword is damaged, they will also be implicated!

Those two sounds were the sound of their vomiting blood when the sword shattered.

Xue Zhisha saw that these two people could not even protect themselves for a while, so he sneered, "You guys are trying to stop me?" Then he grabbed the thing that was wrapped in layers with both hands and pulled it fiercely, the whole hall trembled When he got up, the roof of the hall was pulled down, leaving a hollow in the middle, which looked extremely terrifying.

The gray-haired man said in grief and indignation, "You actually!"

The middle-aged man clutched his chest and hurriedly forgot outside the hall, "Why haven't they come yet!"

Xue Zhisha tore off the layers of chains that locked the thing, and then with both hands, crushed the pearl that was as big as an adult man's fist, strands of scarlet beams escaped from it, and then condensed into clusters in the air.

She Yunzhen's body was already on the verge of limit, and his porcelain-white face was covered with cracks, which looked particularly terrifying.

"Hahahaha! Wait for me, you may be able to stop me! Wait for me to return to my body and break free from the formation, and destroy your sword pavilion!" Xue Zhisha slapped his wrist with a single finger and cut it open, blood gurgling from the Flowed from the blood-stained wrist, and condensed into a hollow ball in the air.

Like an ant that has found honey, the red light beam frantically flew towards the blood cell, and the center of the blood cell was slowly filled, emitting a frightening light.

Xue Zhisha pushed the blood cell towards his body, then his eyes suddenly lost focus, and he fell straight from the sky!

She Yunzhen's body made a "pop" sound like a bursting balloon in the air, and the blood mist all over the sky gushed out from every crack and every pore!

Just before the body was about to fall to the ground and be smashed into a pulp!A figure galloped out, using all the spiritual power to slow down the opponent's speed, and then hugged the already damaged body!

Zhi Tianting was already seriously injured by the shock and flew out, but this time he emptied his whole body of spiritual power, and fell to the ground suddenly, fainted, before he fainted, he was still holding his apprentice tightly in his arms.

One after another, Nascent Soul cultivators came to see the seriously injured three people and She Yun were really shocked, and asked, "Where did that devil go?"

The gray-haired man said, "He must have gone to the formation! Go quickly!"

One of the monks said, "Leave it to us. It is enough for you to settle these two people." Then he turned and left, and the others followed suit.

Although they were injured, these two were Nascent Soul cultivators after all, and they still had the strength to put these two unconscious juniors in order.

The two men recalled the damaged natal sword, took Zhi Tianting and She Yunzhen with them, and quickly disappeared into the hall.

The hall that had experienced a fight became dilapidated and empty, and it was a bit deserted for a while...

The blood ball fled to the sword mound formation with the spirit of killing blood, and the speed was faster than the teleportation of the Nascent Soul cultivator!The blood ball wandered outside the formation twice, and then hit hard, the blood with the breath of the magic knife actually broke through the formation and got in!

Feeling the call of the body, the soul returned to the soul in an instant, the bound blood stopped killing the original ashen complexion, and quickly returned to blood, then slowly opened his eyes, looked at the place where the blood cells were, and smiled sinisterly. "Finally found it..."

The Nascent Soul cultivators were shocked when they saw the damaged formation when they arrived outside the formation. Several core elders immediately cast spells to open the formation and entered, but saw that the space was full of scarlet evil spirits.

One of the Nascent Soul cultivators who came from outside after receiving the news said in shock, "No wonder it's the magic knife... Such evil spirits must be caused by slaughtering corpses and bleeding for thousands of miles."

An elder of Jiange said with a dark face, "This devil knife is very fierce. It took a lot of effort to seal it back then. Now that I have the sword spirit, I am afraid it will be even more difficult to suppress."

Another Nascent Soul cultivator from another faction said, "I don't want to say more, go and search for that monster! If this kind of evil spirit escapes from here, it may be a catastrophe!"

"You are right." A voice sounded above everyone's heads, and all the monks were shocked. When they looked up, they saw Xue Zhisha's black hair scattered, black lines all over his body, and a red robe. It would be extremely bad for a murderous creature to escape, so you have to stop me."

"After that, I will kill you one by one, and before you die, I will force you to find out the way to unlock this strange seal."

"I didn't expect that you mediocre people can actually make such a seal that I can't break. It's really amazing."

Xue Zhisha had a bloodthirsty expression on his face.

"Don't be too weak, it makes me feel boring, otherwise, how can I be worthy of what I did and stay here waiting for your decision?"

In a fairy cave, Zhi Tianting spit out a mouthful of dirty blood and woke up leisurely.

A voice said, "Are you awake?"

Zhi Tianting saw that it was the grey-haired Nascent Soul cultivator, who looked like he had just finished meditating, sitting on the futon on the white jade bed with his legs crossed.

"Cough...Senior."

As soon as the sound came out, Zhi Tianting was only shocked. Is this voice that looks like a silk is his own?

"You have injured your golden core, but luckily you have a solid foundation, so there is no serious problem. As long as you practice hard to heal your wounds, you will not leave hidden wounds." The monk said, and then smiled wryly, but it was a pity that he and that Fellow daoist, the sword of natal life is damaged, I am afraid it will not be able to take care of it in three to five years, and it will be troublesome to re-forge the sword.

Zhi Tianting felt his strength regained slightly, and asked quickly, "Senior! Where's my apprentice?"

Cultivator Nascent Soul glanced at Zhi Tianting, and said with a sense of reproach, "You still say! If you hadn't blocked it, how could the magic knife have succeeded?"

Originally, the forbidden technique was not used to stop the killing of blood. Sheyun is really just a body of the seventh level of Qi refining, so he can be killed easily, so there are not so many things.

Zhi Tianting said sadly, "Senior, that's my apprentice!"

"..." Cultivator Nascent Soul felt angry, but he was also an upright person. Seeing this, he couldn't help sighing, and then said in a slightly mournful voice, "It's a pity that the magic knife won... I don't know if other fellow Taoists can hold it back." He, the catastrophe of a hundred years ago, can no longer be repeated..."

He is a person who has experienced the catastrophe and knows the horror of the magic knife.

He never wanted to see the scene of thousands of miles of red land and the sound of mourning everywhere.

Zhi Tianting just insisted, "Senior, where is my apprentice?"

Cultivator Nascent Soul waved his hand and said, "He was injured relatively lightly at Guanlin Fellow Daoist. He probably took your apprentice to resettle him..." He and that fellow Daoist's cave were not in the same place, and they were separated at the beginning. Therefore, I don't know the situation of this junior apprentice.

He didn't say, he thought the child was close to death, let alone whether the soul was still not scattered by the blood stop, just based on the previous appearance, it seemed that the body would not be able to keep.

Although his fellow Taoist was kind-hearted, he couldn't guarantee that he had disposed of the child's body after this time.

Zhi Tianting felt that his body was full of aura, and his actions did not change. Presumably, the senior had healed his wounds and used the elixir, so he got up and got out of bed, bowed to the senior, and thanked him for his successor Qi Dunguang rushed towards another senior's cave.

Fortunately, he is the Pavilion Master and knows the whereabouts of each of the seniors, otherwise...

He can't let Yun Zhen fall into the ground!Then there is really no help.His apprentice must still be alive!must!

Zhi Tianting was anxious, so he used all his strength when he escaped. In addition, the residences of these two seniors were not very far away, so they arrived in less than a moment.

Zhi Tianting scratched his heart and lungs anxiously, but he had no choice but to pay respects outside the cave, using his spiritual power to shout loudly, "Your junior, Zhi Tianting, come to pay your respects!"

A voice came from inside, "Come in."

Only then did Zhi Tianting get in.

This senior has the style of a literati. The cave is not like the previous senior, it is a simple cave, but a courtyard with four entrances. Zhi Tianting felt that the senior was in the main hall, so he walked over and greeted at the door .

"Jiange Pavilion Master Zhi Tianting, pays respects to senior."

The senior nodded and said, "I know why you came here. Your apprentice still has a breath, and there is a soul inside. I thought that what the magic knife said before coming was a fraud, so I used Bing Ningjue to freeze this son, and wait for the opportunity to come again in the future." Heal carefully."

Zhi Tianting was shocked when he heard the words, and murmured, "I just knew... I just knew... Senior, where is my disciple now?"

Guan Lin sighed, and said, "You are sincere to this apprentice, this child is very lucky. He is in the first side sleeper on the right side of the backyard, go and have a look."

Zhi Tianting saluted again, and then hurriedly walked towards the backyard.This is the residence of the powerful, and outsiders are not allowed to use magic to show respect.

His apprentice is still saved!

She Yunzhen's whole body is protected by a thin layer of ice shell. At first glance, it looks like a fine ice sculpture with colored objects inside. Every strand of hair and even eyelashes are extremely delicate and detailed.

Zhi Tianting looked at the ice shell that was stained reddish by blood, and the disciple's closed eyes in the ice layer, suddenly felt sad, and a burst of bitterness filled his heart.

It's all his fault!If he could have found out earlier that the blood stopped killing and took away the house...

His disciple, who was such an obedient and lovely child, now suffers from this kind of suffering, trapped in a layer of ice without knowing his life or death.

"Although his soul was weak, it never dissipated. Presumably it was affected by his body. The blood stop killing only held his soul, but never persecuted him."

Guan Lin's voice sounded from behind him.

"I think if he can heal his body, he can still survive."

Guan Lin came over and comforted him, "Although elixir is scarce in the world today, it is not without it. As long as he can be cured, this child will have the cultivation level of the seventh level of Qi refining out of thin air. I don't know if there will be future blessings." But he also knew that these were just words of comfort.

The meridians of the whole body are cut off, and the body is completely destroyed. If there is no great chance, even if he is rescued, he will only be at the seventh level of Qi refining in the future.

After this, what future does this child have in his journey of cultivation?

It's a pity that his talent with gold and fire dual spiritual roots may be wasted in the future.

Zhi Tianting's eyes were red, but the majestic man was on the verge of tears, and choked up, "I don't want him to make great progress, as long as he is healthy...he can survive."

"Ah..." Guan Lin sighed, and then scolded, "What a big man, crying and crying! If you want to make up for it, you might as well find a way to save your apprentice, or find the blood to stop the killing, and let him try it." It's better to be in pain!"

The words "Xuezhisha" hit Zhitianting's nerves like a hammer, and this originally resolute man immediately raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with anger.

"That's right! There's also blood stop killing!"

Startled, Guan Lin grabbed Zhi Tianting who was about to leave, and shouted, "Where are you going!"

Zhi Tianting said, "I'll go find Xue Zhisha!"

"Bullshit!"

Guan Lin frowned and said angrily, "I asked you to take revenge, not to seek death! Although I don't know the details, I knew from the previous battle that this matter was bad. Sha Fei is an ordinary monster, even Nascent Soul can't do anything to him, so you're looking for death if you go this way?"

But Zhi Tianting calmed down slowly, the red in his eyes faded, and said, "Senior, I don't know, my master taught me the seal formula before he passed away, if I don't go, those seniors will not get well, only I will go , there is still a fight.”

Guan Lin doubted, "Really?"

It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's that the child looks anxious, and he is afraid that the child will make unnecessary sacrifices for a moment of anger.

Zhi Tianting has completely calmed down, and he doesn't look as scary as before, and the aura belonging to the master of the Jiange Pavilion gradually returned to him. "This matter is indeed true. For the safety of the Nascent Soul seniors, I must go this time."

Guan Lin let go of his hand and said, "If that's the case, then you can go."

He didn't say that he was going too.

So many Taoist friends who have already become Nascent Soul go, if it is not enough, then it is useless for him, an injured monk with a damaged natal sword and lack of spirit, to go, it is better to take good care of him so that he can recover as soon as possible.

If what Zhi Tianting said is true, then the Jiange Pavilion Master must go this time.

Zhi Tianting saluted Guan Lin, said "Please take care of my disciple, senior", and then disappeared into the distance.

Guan Lin looked at the blue sky, recalled the shocking deeds a hundred years ago and the horrified faces of fellow Taoists, heaved a long sigh, and said, "Ah... If I hadn't retreated and attacked the Nascent Soul Realm a hundred years ago, I'm afraid that now The scene of bloodshed and sailing on the oar will also be deeply imprinted in my mind..."

In the sword mound, Wan Jian, who should have been silent in the tomb, trembled uncontrollably for some reason. The whole ground of the sword mound and all the tombs were trembling, and some tombstones were even distorted.

A moment of misfortune came to his mind, Zhi Tianting summoned his natal sword and took it in his hand to quickly go to the formation.

Fortunately, he was just sent flying before, and the cracks in the golden core were also repaired by the elixir, otherwise he might not have the power to fight now.

The formation had already been broken, and a big hole was left between the space that was created alone and the sword mound, and the surrounding space was distorted into terrifying ripples.

Zhi Tianting cast a spell to stabilize the edge of the formation, so that it would not collapse and threaten the outside world, and cast a spell to appease Wan Jian in the sword mound before stepping into the formation.

As soon as he entered the formation, he was dizzy for a while from the overwhelming evil and demonic energy, and he didn't recover until three breaths later, and then he saw the Nascent Soul's power all over the ground, all of them were sitting in pain. Lie on the ground.

This scene suddenly reminded Zhi Tianting of the year when he was still the master of Jiange, the overwhelming red and bloody smell rushed out of his memory and overwhelmed him, making him want to shake.

But he steadied himself.

His strong body stood firmly on the ground like a rock, and he never wavered a bit. This former disciple, now the master of the Jiange Pavilion, has become a senior monk who is strong enough.

Zhi Tianting stared at the sky full of red aura, frowned, and then suddenly shot a sword towards a place. The black gold giant sword flashed bright and sharp light, and then hit a place, making a loud "Boom!" ring!

The Chaos Sword returned, and Zhi Tianting held it in his hand and pointed it there.

The bloody aura there was suddenly withdrawn, and a figure in a red robe with loose black hair appeared.

"Hello, the new Jiange Pavilion Master."

"Blood, stop, kill!"

Zhi Tianting paused every word, and his body gradually became murderous.

"I'm here." Xue Zhisha smiled slightly, then looked down at this person condescendingly, and said, "You once had a chance to accept me as an apprentice, and then I might live as She Yunzhen, so there will be no Now these things."

Then he looked into Zhi Tianting's eyes and asked, "Do you regret it?"

Zhi Tianting's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "She Yunzhen will only have one, and I will only have one apprentice."

"……yes?"

Xue Zhisha smiled, feeling confused, "Then there's nothing to talk about." Then a raging demonic energy gushed out!

"Since you don't need me, I don't need to give you this possibility."

"Remember, you are the ones who kill yourself."

It's a pity, although it's only for a short time, but...he really wants such a master.

It's a pity, it seems that he is being self-indulgent...

Zhi Tianting erected the Chaos Sword in front of his body, and the Chaos Sword's black golden light was shining brightly, blocking the strong corrosive demonic and evil spirits, and then he squeezed his hands together, chanting words.

Xue Zhisha held his hands behind his back with interest, watching Zhi Tianting do what he did. "What kind of technique is this? It takes so long to recite the formula?"

As soon as the words fell, the black lines on his body twisted for a while, and then he was strangled in!

"ah!"

Xue Zhisha felt a pain in his body, and curled up.

After finishing his recitation of the Fa Jue in Zhi Tianting's mouth, he shouted at those powerful men, "Senior! Come and help me suppress him back into the formation and suppress him again!"

Hearing the words, those mighty ones who still had the strength to hit one after another suppressed their wounds and flew up. They all used their spiritual power to form chains to bind the blood to stop the killing, and then pressed back into the big pit.

Many of them had participated in that battle before, so they were familiar with it, and one or two didn't, and they knew what others did.

At this time, a few more Nascent Soul cultivators came, probably because they had something to do after receiving the spiritual news, so they just arrived now.

Seeing a helper coming, a Nascent Soul cultivator immediately shouted, "Come and help me! I can't hold on anymore!"

The people who came saw Xue Zhisha struggling in the chains of spiritual power, and the chains of spiritual power were still about to be broken. They were shocked and rushed forward to help trap this peerless and fierce magic knife.

Xue Zhisha might have escaped by taking advantage of the low pressure of the seal, but when these people came, his pressure increased sharply, and he had to use his strength to resist these chains. Then trapped in the pothole, unable to move, just like a hundred years ago...

"what----------!"

Seeing that he was trapped again and unable to break free, Xue Zhisha let out a heart-pounding mournful cry.

Zhitianting heaved a sigh of relief, then bit the tip of his tongue to force out the blood, and mixed his spiritual power to condense into a spirit sword to surround Xue Zhisha, suppressing this peerless murderous knife again.

"Don't let me escape! Zhitianting! Be careful of your apprentice, my soul has merged with his mind, as long as your apprentice survives, I can attach to him again! Unless you Make a fool!"

"You all wait for me!"