Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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How powerful is the power of the saint?

Those who have not been to this realm will never be able to tell clearly, only the saying "All under the saints are ants", makes people yearn for the status of the saints and avoid the saints himself.But no one in this world can tell how ants view human beings, at least in the eyes of most people, the moment they see a saint is enough to scare them.

Shang Fuliang had never met Fang Yanchu directly after becoming a saint. He often met Fang Yanchu when he was still active outside Penglai, but at that time Fang Yanchu did not have the title of saint, and before Fang Yanchu became a saint, he had already After breaking with Lingyun Temple, there was no chance to meet Fang Yanchu again.

As one of the top leaders of Penglai and Lingyun Palace respectively, he and Fang Yanchu were supposed to see the king. If there was a day when they really wanted to meet face to face, it would be the day when Lingyun Palace and Penglai went to war.

Later, there was a fire disaster, Fang Yanchu took the initiative to scatter the blood of a saint in order to pacify the invaded world, before he voluntarily boarded Penglai and stabbed Shang Fuliang with his sword.Even at that time, Shang Fuliang had never seen Fang Yanchu who used the power of a saint.

Now that he saw it, it was hard to say if it was the power of a saint in its heyday, but it was terrifying enough for Shang Fuliang.

Shang Fuliang must admit that Fang Yanchu's appearance is a rare beauty in the Six Realms of Samsara, the most important thing is that he is dignified, he doesn't need to do anything, as long as he stands there, he is a big Buddha. The title of "Ancestor of Sword Cultivation" is more like a false name given to him to increase his status, and the world-renowned Longyou Sword is more like a gorgeous decoration than a murder weapon.

It was only now that he knew that the Longyou sword, the Longyou sword that he had never paid attention to at one time, the Longyou sword that killed him once, had never revealed the truth.

The pitch-black wandering dragon turned into countless gnarly characters, which were tightly fastened together like chains, turning into a pitch-black sword in Fang Yanchu's hand.And as the sword moved forward, the blood of the saints contained in the heaven and the earth came one after another and attached to the tip of the sword.

As if it had been washed by water or corroded by blood, the black layer outside Longyou Sword's tip was peeled off, revealing the white under the black layer.It is not accurate to say that it is white, the white seems to be mixed with some black pinpoint-sized spots, and it is not pure enough.It wasn't until the last drop of blood penetrated into the sword body that the entire sword body completed its final transformation.

Shang Fuliang looked at the Longyou sword in his hand. The black spots on the white sword were driven together and entangled with the sword to form a black dragon. He could almost see the incarnation of Fang Yanchu from the sword.This is the sword tempered by the sage. Fang Yanchu kept it in his body for 1000 years, in order to make a shocking sword today.

There were no extra sword moves, no fancy movements, Fang Yanchu just slowly raised his arms, the tip of the sword was flat, and with a single swing, the sky and the earth changed color.

Countless winds and clouds swept up from the ground, sweeping away the yellow sand that had filled the sky when Shang Fuliang came.

When Shang Fuliang felt the first chill, it was the first snowflake falling to the ground, and at the same time, the first sky thunder sounded.

The thunder that was close to purple was like a snake like lightning, and quickly passed through the wind, cloud, rain and snow brought by Longyou Sword, and landed on Fang Yanchu accurately.

Fang Yanchu didn't move a single step, only the hand piercing Shang Fuliang's heart trembled violently, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his raised lips: "Shang Fuliang, it's over."

The Longyou sword that passed through Shang Fuliang's chest was still undiminished after piercing through Shang Fuliang's entire body, forcefully taking his body and knocking him back a few meters away.Not just the sword wound, Fang Yanchu's sword had 1000 years of skill in addition to the blood of a saint. It penetrated his heart and sealed all his abilities at the same time, as if a pair of huge hands stretched into his body, pinching him. His heart clenched his fists.

After feeling the short-term numbness and great pain, Shang Fuliang trembled in pain all over his body, his right hand pressed the wound of Long Youjian fiercely, and a mouthful of blood poured out from his throat with a "wow": "You... …Why……"

Fang Yanchu looked up at him silently, shook his head pityingly, then looked at Hun Qing who was still unable to move, stretched out his left hand and lifted him up from the air.

It has been a long time since Hun Qing felt so powerless, except when Ji Qianshan hanged her up for bloodletting when she just died, only this time she was betrayed by her allies.Shang Fuliang probably gave him something to drink, so that he had no strength at all in this situation, so he could only hang his hands and feet and let Fang Yanchu lift him up in the air.

"Hun Qing," Fang Yanchu said slowly, "You have done so many evils that you would have to die even for Lord Shentian, but luckily you can do one thing for me before you die."

what's up?

Hun Qing was about to ask, but in the next second he realized that he didn't even need to ask, his body had already moved one step ahead of him.His missing hand was suddenly twisted at an incomprehensible angle, the elbow twisted into a circle.

"No, don't..." In extreme panic, he got rid of the control of the drug, and cried out in pain uncontrollably, "Don't!"

Hun Qing stared at his hands stretched behind his back, feeling a strong sense of tearing. He vaguely felt that his hands had crossed the shoulder blades and landed on the cervical spine.Two fingers lingered on the skin on the back, like a hunter looking for a target, followed by a sharp pain.

Before the great pain hit, he vaguely felt his two weak fingers pierce the skin on his back, and after touching the sticky flesh for a while, he pinched his cervical vertebrae.

He couldn't know what happened after that, he had already passed out from the pain.

After working on her back for a while, Hun Qing's hand finally left her body gradually. When she left, she held an old oil lamp in her hand. There was no wick on the lamp, only a pool of bright red blood from her heart.

"Is this your blood?" Fang Yanchu asked Shang Fuliang, "Using the blood of your heart to support the ever-burning lamp that has lost its fire, you really think about it."

Shang Fuliang laughed miserably: "It's prepared for you."

"It was prepared to kill me, right? How can an ever-burning lamp without a kindling be considered a complete holy object? If the holy object is incomplete, how can I let the Dao of Heaven attack me?"

"Exactly."

"It's a pity." Fang Yanchu took the long-burning lamp and poured out the blood in the lamp, and then a golden-red flame appeared on the long-burning lamp. The fire burned higher and higher until it finally turned into a normal flame. , dancing slowly in the ever-burning lamp.Fang Yanchu smiled and said, "This is the real everlasting lamp."

"You...what do you want to do?"

For the time being, Shang Fuliang still carried Penglai's luck, even if he was hit by Fang Yanchu's sword, he would not die so easily, but there was no room for resistance.Fang Yanchu did not pull out the sword, but placed the four sacred objects in front of his eyes one by one.

The essence of the East China Sea, the ever-burning lamp, the mirror of the world and a little light in the mirror of the world.

"Do you know the bottom of the sea of ​​blood?" Fang Yanchu didn't talk about himself or others, but talked about the sea of ​​blood.

"Do not……"

"The bottom of the sea of ​​blood is called Xuanxu, and it is the place where those exiled by heaven should go. If I hadn't picked up Qianshan in the sea of ​​blood, I would probably be in Xuanxu now." Fang Yanchu sighed, "Heaven says that the sea of ​​blood is a place to house the filth and sins of the world, but it is not true. Xuanxu is such a place, and the sea of ​​blood is just a projection of Xuanxu in this world. Humans and animals eat each other in Xuanxu, and no grass grows. Animals and even vegetation are constantly struggling and fighting for survival. But why? Why is there such a place in this world?"

Fang Yanchu asked himself the same question as Shang Fuliang, why some places in this world have inexhaustible resources, why do some places have to gamble their lives just to live an extra day?

Shang Fuliang looked at the wound on his chest, the blood had scabbed, and remembered that after his death, he would go to the underworld again and rebuild to become another Shang Fuliang in Penglai, and suddenly thought that this kind of privilege of rebuilding and coming back is only available to people in Penglai, Others, whether they are demons or ghosts, are dead when they die, and there is no chance to go the same way again.

All things have spirits, and those who have spirits can live.

This is Fang Yanchu's way, and it is also the way that leads him into a dead end.They are also alive, so why do the people in Xuanxu live in such pain, and I live so simply?

Moreover, he had seen before, the world without Xuanxu, the world before the heaven and the earth first opened.

After Xuantianjun was exiled into Xuanxu, Kong Qu knelt on the ground and begged Fang Yanchu to save Xuantianjun, which also pushed him, pulling Xuanxu back, and bringing back the world without Xuanxu.

"That's fate." Shang Fuliang sent these three words into Fang Yanchu's ears one by one.

"Then my choice is the choice of fate." Fang Yanchu also replied, "Do you know how the disaster of the underworld fire came about?"

"Isn't it a volcano...?" Shang Fuliang suddenly lost his confidence as he was talking, because there was one thing that didn't make any sense. Volcanic eruptions were not uncommon, but never did they create a disaster like the fire of the underworld. A nearly unstoppable monster.

Moreover, Penglai really had no right to speak about the disaster of the underworld fire, because when the Lingyun Palace was stubbornly resisting, Penglai relied on its geographical advantage to watch the fire from the other side, and did not conduct any form of investigation on the disaster after the incident.

If there is only one person who knows the truth, it can only be Fang Yanchu.

Fang Yanchu glanced at him with a smile, with pity faintly visible in the smile: "It's Xuanxu. The two worlds that were forcibly separated have been merging, and the breath of Xuanxu can no longer bear it. Skirmish."

If the breath of Xuanxu is allowed to continue to invade, there will only be one result, that is, after Xuanxu enters this world, a war capable of destroying the world will be set off.

Actively merging with Xuanxu is the only way out.