Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

Flowing clouds follow the moon, and the mountains roar.

Chu Lanyin held down the vine that was coiled around her wrist.

The sword spirit is the incarnation of a spirit body, and the vines are born from the condensed spiritual power of the big toon wood puppet.

With a thought, he conveyed his thoughts to the owner of Fujizhi.

"hold on."

Lan Yinjian's eyes slightly closed: "The sword hasn't been found yet."

The twelve blood talismans shone with light, suppressing the aura of Lan Yinjian's body to the weakest level, and Long Hai pulled a huge lock invisibly, and the main peak of Ling Huazong was firmly shackled in it.

Chu Lanyin was also aggrieved.

The sword and the sword spirit are originally one, and the sword spirit has never encountered a situation where it has to look for itself everywhere.

This scene is probably like someone getting up early in the morning, just about to stretch, and finds that he has forgotten all his heart, liver, spleen and lungs outside. It is horrifying and a little funny.

The transparent vines were tightly closed.

"do not move."

Chu Lanyin grabbed the vine leaves, "Wait for me a moment."

The breath of the vines was very well concealed, and Gu Shengyang's mood was fluctuating at this time, so he naturally didn't notice it.

He supported Chu Lanyin's dangling back with one hand, the moonlight was clear and clear, and a black and white figure was reflected on the bright floor tiles.

A long time ago, Chu Lanyin felt that Gu Shengyang was a hardworking person.

He always likes to do superfluous and useless things, as if he can give an explanation for what he did if he laid out enough.

Chu Lanyin remembered that when he begged himself to save Lianfu, it was the same way, as if about to cry, holding his hand, pitifully out of shape, repeatedly said: "Lan Yinjian, please, please."

Later, Chu Lan was caught by the sword master, and he served the sword spirit more diligently than his own mother. The soup and water did not go down for a day, and finally all entered Xie Cangshan's stomach.

It's useless.

And this time too.

It's really not progressing at all.

In fact, Chu Lanyin really wanted to ask Leader Gu, if you gnaw and kiss a lump of iron like this, does your mouth feel cold?

Of course, in order to delay time, he would not ask such a question.

It can be seen that Gu Shengyang is not proficient in this way, but he is still patient, and the effort of doing this water mill is not too tiring.

Maybe he thinks that as long as he is gentle and considerate enough, this plot aimed at taking out the Yuan Ling can be tolerated and forgiven.

Chu Lan felt irritable.

Sword spirits can't be moved by emotion. They look like bones and ice muscles on the outside, but they are still a piece of cold iron in essence.

So no matter how much Gu Shengyang grinds, it will be in vain, and he can only touch himself.

As for Leader Gu himself, it is quite difficult to do now.

No matter how cold and hard a person is, just sticking to each other tightly like this should warm him up.

But at this moment, his palm is still bitingly cold, lifeless and oozing with air-conditioning.

He also saw the sword spirit's eyes, which were always clear, like a god on the clouds, compassionate and indifferent, overlooking his ridiculous behavior without discrimination.

"Lan Yin, close your eyes." Gu Shengyang begged, "You can think of me as anyone, Xie Cangshan or someone else, as long as you don't look at me like that."

Chu Lanyin: ... Huh?

What's the use of Xie Cangshan? Is he some kind of panacea for bees and butterflies?

Also, why do you think I want him?

This idea flashed through Chu Lanyin's mind, but then his attention was overwhelmed by more important discoveries.

"found it."

He finally found the hidden Lan Yin sword when Gu Shengyang's breath was unstable.

The moment Chu Lanyin sensed the position of the sword, she couldn't help cursing in the sea of ​​consciousness.

——The Lan Yin sword was sealed in Gu Shengyang's spine.

He actually used his body as a sheath to incorporate the Lan Yin sword, including twelve blood marks and a dragon bone, into his flesh and blood body.

It's not easy.

Chu Lanyin squinted her eyes and flicked a vine leaf with her fingers.

"Cooperate with me, you take the sword at the right time, I will run first if you fail with one blow."

Fujiki wrapped around his arm a few more times.

Chu Lan was afraid that he might hear him wrong, so she emphasized: "I'll run first! Five Elements, you gave birth to him, and he restrained me. If the spirit of fire burns over me, I'll really, uh...!"

As soon as he mentioned the fire spirit, Gu Shengyang condensed the real fire in the spirit root into his palm, and pressed heavily on the back of Lan Yin's sword spirit.

Wen Cun acted lonely, but something is better than nothing, and it is almost enough for Gu Shengyang to explain himself.

Then it's time to get real.

"Lan Yin, I know that the sword spirit can't feel pain." He stuck it to Lan Yin's sword spirit, and said hoarsely: "You just regard me as the person you think in your heart, and you will get the Yuanling very quickly, you won't It's too hard."

If it wasn't for the sword body, Chu Lanyin would tear his mouth out now.

It is true that the sword spirit does not feel pain, but the Yuan spirit is contained in his original spiritual power. If he refuses to give it, Gu Shengyang will use the fire spirit to burn it alive. That is the burning method of burning the soul.

"how about you?"

As Chu Lan gathered some strength, she raised her body slightly and found a fulcrum for her stable body.

Then he stretched out his arms and circled the back of Gu Shengyang's neck, as if trying to hook his neck.

Gu Shengyang didn't expect that Lan Yin's sword spirit would take the initiative, so he was taken aback immediately.

"Do you think of me as Lian Fu?"

As soon as the words fell, Chu Lanyin felt a strong body tremble between her arms.

As expected, Chu Lanyin clasped Gu Shengyang's back of the neck even harder, and said in a low voice, "You couldn't tell the difference back then, Xiao Fu'er was so playful, I don't know how many times he ran down the mountain, every time Everyone came to beg me, Lan Yinlan shouted around me, like a chirping linnet."

Chu Lanyin narrowed her eyes, and decided on the timing of her attack with Cangshan.

Gu Shengyang's aura was messed up, but it wasn't enough.

Chu Lanyin hadn't talked so much nonsense for hundreds of years, and now she also has a headache.

"You..." Gu Shengyang's eyes were bloodshot, "You remember..."

When Lan Yinjian raised his voice, his voice became more mellow and clear.

The fluent and beautiful timbre is very similar to the lively young man in red clothes back then.

"As for the ghosts, I've helped him five times, and you've admitted your mistakes every time. There was another Lantern Festival, and you insisted on dragging me to the Lantern Market to buy me glutinous rice balls, and I couldn't eat. , and couldn’t solve the solid talisman, I’ve already told you several times that I’m not him, but you didn’t believe me, and almost killed me on the spot.”

Chu Lan clenched her hands into fists.

...Damn it, it's really hard to talk in a car, it's really hard to talk tea and tea, I don't have enough words in my book, it's hard to be a human being!

"Stop talking." Gu Shengyang breathed heavily, "Lan Yin, you have never talked so much with me, you are afraid."

Lan Yin's sword spirit shivered as if he was afraid of the cold as if he had said it.

Gu Shengyang began to feel hot.

Maybe it's because of Lian Fu's voice, or maybe it's because of the fragility of this indestructible sword spirit at this moment.

"Don't be afraid, Lan Yin." Leader Gu supported his back, "It will pass soon."

Chu Lanyin hugged him tightly and approached his ear.

The spirit of the fire was burning, but Gu Shengyang hesitated.

At this moment, he really wanted to know what kind of tone and words this sword, which had always been unscrupulous, would use when begging for help.

Chu Lanyin quickly murmured in his ear.

"What?" Gu Shengyang didn't hear clearly.

"I said..." Chu Lan yelled, "I'm afraid of your size!"

——The wood spirit power exploded!

Looking over Leader Gu's shoulder, the sword spirit's light-colored eyes reflected the scene in the hall.

Under the bright moonlight, the translucent vines sailed out of the sea like a dragon, galloping down toward Gu Shengyang——

A bright blood splashed high!

Gu Shengyang's back was in severe pain, his hands rested on the ground, and he was about to stand up with a roar, but was imprisoned by Lan Yin's sword spirit with all his strength, and he couldn't break free for a while.

The dull dragon chant echoed in the mourning hall.

A tsunami-like air wave rushed out, overturning the copper candlestick, spilling lamp oil all over the floor, and licking the graceful white gauze.

The fire on the ground rolls along the oil, and the fire in the sky burns along the gauze.

At the peak of Linghua Sect Master, the flames soared into the sky, and the spiritual waves stirred.

The veins on Gu Shengyang's forehead popped out, his back seemed to be pierced by an iron hook, and the claws crazily stirred in his flesh and blood like a living thing.

The vines ignored his spiritual resistance at all, and after one was cut off, new vines grew again. When the wooden vine got stuck on something, it finally stopped agitating, and pulled the flesh and bones outward together.

Qiu Shui's sword glowed like a frightened shadow, a cold light flashed by, and the long sword burst out of the body!

Gu Shengyang's eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.

That night, all the creatures within the Linghua Sect within eight hundred miles heard the sword cry that resounded through the sky.

The majestic sword energy rolled up into the sky, like a raging dragon on fire, heading forward without hesitation, crashing into the depths of the clouds.

Half of the sky is crimson.

Chu Lan was chilled by the sword energy all over his body, and he could not get close to open flames. His snow-white robe fluttered in the twisted flames, and what he held tightly in his hand was the famous fierce soldier Lan Yinjian.

The twelve blood talismans that tightly bound Lan Yin's sword were broken into pieces, and the long silk was burned off from the body of the sword bit by bit, revealing the dark red shadow on the straight edge of the sword that looked like an orchid.

The sound of the sword piercing through the sky.

Taihui Tiandao sent down three profound thunder warnings.

But in the underworld, on the stage of reincarnation, thousands of ghosts turned their heads, and the ghosts flowed backwards. The ghost officials stared at the ripples in the blood-colored sky, but their faces showed expressions of relief.

The Lan Yin sword is indeed a powerful weapon.

On the first day this blade was cast, it drank the blood of tens of thousands of people.

It is the sword of massacre.

There has never been a sword that can give birth to a sword spirit so quickly.For ordinary weapons to produce spiritual consciousness, the right time, place and people are indispensable. The master of the weapon and the weapon itself must be tested by the way of heaven. It has been passed down for thousands of years, and the obsession will not be extinguished.

However, it only took three hours for Lan Yinjian to open its spirit from casting to opening.

Its sword maker, who was also the first sword owner of this sword, killed himself with the sword after killing all living beings in a city, and became the one hundred thousandth human life that was pressed on this sword.

The sword spirit is a man-made product later, Taihui Tiandao does not admit it, their karma is tied to the sword master, if the sword master made a mistake, the sword spirit is also guilty.

Lan Yin's sword spirit transformed into a spirit body in the blood of the sword master.

He looked around in a daze, his eyes were filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, thousands of causes and effects were imposed on him.

The underworld of Huangquan was crowded with wronged souls, the entire platform of reincarnation collapsed, and the master of the underworld couldn't kneel down, shouting dereliction of duty.

Taihui Tiandao was furious.

As soon as Lan Yinjian turned into a spirit, she was sent down 99 thunders with the word "Zhu".

But none of them fell on him.

Because three meteors from outer space suddenly fell into Taihui.

The meteor stone is surrounded by majestic evil energy, and there is endless evil water tumbling inside. Once it hits the Taihui, it will flow in all directions, corrode the earth's energy, and cause the realm to collapse and everything will cease to exist.

There is a saying that cause and effect coincide.

Meteor stones do not belong to Taihui, but Taihui has its own laws, even if it is the way of heaven, it cannot prevent these three external disasters for no reason.

And Lan Yinjian's Thunder Tribulation happened to be the "cause".

All the thunder disasters fell on the meteor stone, shattering the evil energy, steaming the evil water, and only letting the shell fall into the Tai emblem, avoiding the threat of extinction to the greatest extent.

Karma recalculates.

Saving people in a world is a great merit.

The merits and virtues were condensed in the body of the sword spirit, becoming a pure and holy primordial spirit.

But Taihui Tiandao was limited by the law, helpless, and finally let him go.

Standing in the fire, Chu Lan seemed to have returned to the first day of his spiritual transformation, and it was the same. There were fires everywhere, and the world was like a huge melting pot.

He stood in the fire, slowly melting.

Suddenly, a burst of clear grass and trees came from all around.

Cangshan stood in front of the sword spirit, put one hand on the back of his head, and pressed his chest firmly in his arms, blocking his vision.

The fire was replaced by a piece of grass-scented cloth.

And Cangshan's other hand rested on the back of Chu Lanyin's hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and patted it lightly.

"Lan Yin, let go."

Whoever dares to ask Sword Spirit to let go of his body while on guard is really an expert who has the courage to risk his life to walk around the Yellow Springs.

Chu Lanyin didn't move.

"let go."

"Pa" was another slap on the back of the hand, not as powerful as slapping a flying insect, but more like soothing after being frightened by a nightmare.

Chu Lan woke up suddenly, took a big step back like an electric shock, and loosened her five fingers in response.

But there was no sound of weapons falling to the ground.

The vines of Cangshan wrapped around the hilt of Lan Yin's sword and rolled it over.

The wooden puppet held the fierce soldier in his hand, and when he shook the heat on the blade, a warm spirit flowed down the long blade.

That seems to be a sign that the sword spirit will be taken back.

Because of the dizzy pupils, Chu Lan whispered, "I don't want to go back into the sword..."

"Okay." Cang Shan stretched out his hand towards him, and said, "Come back to me, not to the sword."

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Yao: What a leader, why did he become paralyzed in the future?

Gu Shengyang: ...

Chu Lanyin: This is not dead? ? ?

Cangshan: I have a sense of proportion, and I will have time to pay back in the future.

Chu Lanyin: Upstairs, don't you think your speech is a standard villain?

Cangshan: The introduction of the old man's sentence was originally set, (Jianzun, you are too!), but later it seemed too full of evil people, so I didn't write it, it's a pity...