Feng Shui Master of Rebirth

"The heavens are clear and the earth is spiritual, the orders of the generals.... I obey the Lord's pardon and return quickly!" Ling Feng concentrated his mind, protecting the vitality of his body, chanting a mantra quickly, and raised the peach tree in his hand Jian, with his eyes closed and his sky eyes open.

The vitality of heaven and earth is divided into yin and yang, and evil spirit belongs to yin.Ling Feng opened his eyes and saw that the entire formation was pitch-black. In the formation where the Azure Dragon Sword was located, a giant sword gradually took shape, and the blade pointed directly at Ling Feng.

"I want to fight with me, okay, I accept the move." Ling Feng's blood and fighting spirit were all stimulated. He stared eagerly at the giant sword in front of him, holding the peach wood sword tightly with both hands, "If you lose You are mine!"

Qinglong Baojian seemed to understand Ling Feng's words, and the giant sword condensed from evil energy actually nodded slightly. Then, the sword drew a beautiful sword flower, and stabbed Ling Feng first.

"Good job!" Ling Feng tapped his toes lightly, and jumped and spun to avoid the sword's attack, but soon Ling Feng knew that he had underestimated the sensitivity of the sword. As soon as he landed, the Qinglong Sword roared and pierced Coming over, Ling Feng brandished the mahogany sword, passed by the sword, took a step back, and avoided the sharp stab of the sword.

Ling Feng knew that he still underestimated the enemy, and he still had fewer moves against masters, so after a few correct moves, he had a clear awareness that this battle was a tough one.

Tough battles are hard to fight, but this battle is inevitable.

The Qinglong Sword doesn't stop, with a flexible blade and a tricky angle, it's like an experienced general wielding his sword against the enemy, and Ling Feng is firmly locked by the general, no matter how he dodges Can't get rid of.

"Fight it!" Ling Feng gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, bit his index finger and quickly drew a mysterious rune on the sword, dodging the attack of the Qinglong Sword in embarrassment, and when the rune was drawn, he shouted: "Tai Shang Lao You are in a hurry like a law, open!"

A ray of golden light with a touch of purple quickly circulated on the words, emitting a dazzling light. As soon as the sword made of evil spirit encountered this purple-gold light, it immediately dissipated. .

"Disciple, be careful!" The Wuming old man saw Ling Feng chasing the sword so recklessly outside the formation, and immediately became anxious. You must know that everything has a spirit, especially this sword was fought on the battlefield. This spirituality is cunning and ferocious. Ling Feng protected the peach wood sword with blood essence to reduce the evil spirit, but the evil spirit of the Qinglong sword has gone through thousands of years, so how can such a little blood essence be able to deal with it?This is completely a set!Wuming Daoist stomped his feet, but he couldn't stop it just like that. If he intervened like this, this sword is like a lion. If he wants to tame him, he must show absolute strength. If he tames it because of his own intervention , then even if it is temporarily tamed, there will be absolute danger in future fighting techniques, and you have to worry about whether the sword will rebel from time to time.

The Wuming Daoist was not wrong to be worried. Sure enough, Ling Feng raised his sword and chased him, and was immediately led to the gate of death. Suddenly, his evil spirit rose sharply, and the purple-gold light immediately turned dim. Ling Feng immediately wanted to adjust his steps and leave the gate of death, but Qinglong How could the sword be so easy to get rid of? As soon as he entered the gate of death, the Qinglong sword was like a fish in the water. The eagle soared into the sky, and its power increased greatly. Ling Feng was pressed every step of the way. He quickly bit his index finger and wiped the sword. On the next day, the light of the sword was lit up again. Although it was not enough, it gave him some time. He stepped out of the door of death and approached the real body of the Qinglong sword. The real body immediately flew to the front of the real body, protecting it, preventing Ling Feng from approaching.

But Ling Feng suddenly showed a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and shouted: "It's just right!" Ling Feng quickly tied his hands and shouted: "The pastoral place, the nine chapters of the law, ten thousand ghosts treasures, hurry like the law! After finishing speaking, he bit the tip of his tongue and forced blood to spray on the sword. The purple-golden light formed a substance, and the light was so close to the evil spirit, "It's now, open it for me!"

The encounter between the mahogany sword and the evil spirit green dragon sword is a contest between ice and fire. Lingfeng poured his own vitality into the mahogany sword desperately. This is a tug of war.

"Come on, disciple!" The Wuming old man stood outside the formation and could only cheer up his apprentice. Seeing the sweat dripping from Ling Feng's forehead, the Wuming Taoist was very distressed, but this must be experienced. Ling Feng is the hope of the Taoist sect. All need to be experienced.

Every warlock has to experience various tests from birth, with temptations, dangers and hopes.His good disciple Ling Feng is lonely, and his fate is too hard. If it is not destined by the heavens to be a warlock, he dares to bet that Ling Feng will definitely have a tragedy in his life.

He was bestowed by the heavens on Taoism, he had no choice but Taoism, and his life was destined to bravely climb the road of Taoism.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and persisted. He could feel his own vitality draining rapidly. Although the evil spirit was also disappearing, more of his own vitality was absorbed by the Azure Dragon Sword.

Ling Feng was very anxious, his vitality had been almost consumed, but seeing the Qinglong Sword absorbing his vitality, it became more and more simple and vigorous, just like a hungry wolf who has been hungry for thousands of years after eating the delicious tonic. Absorbing Ling Feng's vitality to supplement his own energy.

"I can't go on like this!" Ling Feng knew very well that if he went on like this, he would definitely be doomed, "We must withdraw!"

But Ling Feng found that he couldn't withdraw!His vitality has been uncontrollably and spontaneously transmitted towards the Qinglong Sword quickly, he has already felt that something is wrong, every inch of his body is screaming in pain, his brain began to dizzy, and his eyes gradually blurred, at this moment , the heavenly scriptures in Ling Feng's mind began to run rapidly, a big Dao character emitted purple light, wrapped Ling Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, and protected his lifeblood, and a ray of purple light quickly entwined evil spirits and entered the Azure Dragon Sword, The Qinglong sword suddenly made a buzzing sound, shaking like joy and excitement, and the evil spirit around the body was also absorbed by the Qinglong sword. After a long time, the Qinglong sword returned to calm, and the simple and simple blue dragon pattern became dim. Quite a few, and the blade of the sword, which was approaching with yin energy, also restrained the cold air, like an ordinary sword, without any sharpness.

From the moment he saw Ling Feng fall down, the old Taoist immediately broke through the gossip formation and entered the formation, hugging him.

"Teacher, are you alright?" The old Taoist quickly felt his pulse, a huge rock in his heart had fallen, it was just a loss of vitality, but it didn't hurt the root, as long as he cultivated for a few months, he would be fine.

Seeing that Ling Feng was fine, the old man was half relieved. He carried his apprentice into the room, covered the quilt, and took out his own ginseng collection. , stroking Ling Feng's head, regardless of whether he could hear it or not, he murmured: "Disciple, look at how kind Master is to you. From now on, you can't blame Master for being stingy anymore, tsk tsk "Master, you have to keep your eyes open and close your eyes when you drink..."

After rambling for a long time, holding Ling Feng's wrist to check his pulse until his pulse began to stabilize, the old man stood up, rubbed his head, stretched his waist, and after a long time, suddenly slapped his forehead: "Qinglong Sword! "

He quickly ran to the door again, fortunately no one came to the Taoist temple, otherwise if this sword was picked up by someone, then their master and apprentice would be in vain.

Outside the door, Qinglongjian was lying alone on the ground. If the sword could talk, it would have been arrogant. Is there anything to do with the sword?

"Oh, my baby, fortunately you are fine!" The old Taoist could feel the dark energy as soon as he touched the sword, which is the danger from the sword, "Oh, I am your master's master, if you are right I'm not polite, I'll throw you into the stinky ditch, believe it or not?"

Maybe it was because the sword sensed that the vitality of the Wuming old man was running in the same way as Ling Feng's, or maybe it was the threat from the old man that had an effect. The Qinglong sword immediately restrained the cold air, just like an ordinary sword, without the slightest difference.

"A good sword, it really is a good sword!" The old Taoist admired secretly, he really has spirituality, this disciple really has vision!Tsk tsk, the old man stroked his beard proudly, hummed a little song and went into Ling Feng's house, and put the sword in Ling Feng's bed, so that they could be more connected.

"Okay, my good apprentice, master will go down the mountain to buy you an old hen, and I will make up for it for you!" The old man fumbled in his pocket, and found out 50 yuan after rummaging through boxes and chests, and went down the mountain step by step.

Ling Feng on the bed closed his eyes tightly, the lack of vitality made him exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

While he was in a deep sleep, the mutation also gradually began.

Streaks of purple light communicated with his entire tendon from his mind, forming a dense net, wrapping it tightly, and pouring into every blood vessel and every inch of his bones like a rushing stream. Unknowingly, it becomes lighter yet firmer.

And his eyes are where the purple light gathers. The purple light gathers more and more until it turns black and sinks into his eyes. A streak of blood flows out from Ling Feng's eyes and drips onto the pillow, leaving two red blood marks.

The Qinglong sword made a buzzing sound, like a greedy child constantly absorbing the purple light around Ling Feng. Every time it absorbed a bit, the Qinglong sword became more inconspicuous, but the buzzing sound became louder, as if it was Urging: "More purple light, more!"

But the purple light was still so unhurried, falling to the Azure Dragon Sword little by little.

Qinglongjian is very satisfied, he can absorb the evil spirit in the tomb, but how can the evil spirit be the same as this purple energy?It's like piles of pennies that look like a lot, but they're not worth much in reality, and this purple aura is like a hundred-yuan bill, one penny can be compared with ten thousand pennies, which one is better and which one is cheap, it's clear at a glance.

There are many kinds of qi in the world, evil qi, yang qi, wealth qi, detailed qi, etc. are all qi, but among so many qi, purple qi is indeed the most precious.The ancients said: Purple Qi comes from the east.Bai Juyi's poem "Li Duwei's Ancient Sword": "The white light embraces the sun and the moon, and the purple air moves the bullfight."It can be seen that the purple air is precious.

Ling Feng fell asleep quietly, the sun was setting, the golden sunlight shone in the yard, and the little daisies swayed gently, tenacious and beautiful.