He Xianzun's Centennial Itch

The aura in the world can be divided into pure and turbid, and everything that can be classified as "evil" is transformed by turbid qi. The resentment and hostility here are the same, and so is Xie Yunlian's inner demon. Those who cultivate immortals first cultivate their hearts. If you are too emotional, you will become a demon.

However, Xie Yunlian's soaring cultivation level, the power of inner demons can compete with it, if the people behind the scenes can absorb the power for their own use, how can they use other means in this mere secret realm of Jindan cultivation level?

Qi Hanzhi's eyes were cold, the spiritual energy in his hand was condensed, and there was a red gold color jumping on the edge of the long knife.

Xianzong practiced with clear qi, and the demons of the heart are transformed by the turbid qi. If the demons enter the body and cannot be removed, the pure and turbid qi will compete. If it is mild, the cultivation base will not be able to make an inch, and if it is serious, the meridians will go retrograde and you will die.

He suddenly recalled that on the day Xie Yunlian crossed the catastrophe, he had probed Xie Yunlian's meridians...it was very bad.

After that, there was no chance to explore it again.

The two colors of red and gold, the inner demon and the Taoist heart, the conflict is overflowing, it is a crisis.

"Aqi." Xie Yunlian's voice came from beside him, unaffected by the provocative and bewitching remarks of the person behind the scenes, his consistent and calm voice was poured down like a basin of ice water, splashing down on Qi Han Zhi was full of anger, and aroused new anger, "Don't be influenced by him."

Qi Hanzhi tilted his head, and the dark golden phoenix eyes suppressed deep emotions: "The immortal should take care of himself."

Put your attention back in front of your eyes, and look at the clothes of those puppets, Linfeng Villa has the most disciples, there are many disciples from the major immortal sects, but there are only a few casual cultivators.

However, there are a lot of these puppets, but their original cultivation bases are only young disciples of the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivation bases. The difference in realm cannot be leveled by simply suppressing the cultivation bases. Just delaying time and giving them some trouble.

It has only been four days since the opening of the secret realm, how did the people behind the scenes control so many puppets?What is the purpose of calling it out?

Thinking of this, Qi Hanzhi didn't hesitate in the movement of his hands, and the spiritual long knife attached to Yehuo accurately slashed across the puppet's neck, and the head rolled and fell on the lifeless ground, blood stained with dust, smeared on the face.

The scene in front of me was as familiar as the old events in Yanzhou repeating itself.

Thank you...

wrong!

The string of vigilance in Qi Hanzhi's mind suddenly tightened, instantly suppressing those thoughts.Although the puppet is not his single enemy, how can he have so many thoughts when facing the enemy?

Thinking of this, suddenly there was the sound of a piano, like a clear spring gurgling down, Xie Yunlian's voice came along with the sound of the piano, cold, and seemed a little helpless: "There is a problem with this fog, be careful, don't be passive." mind."

Qi Hanzhi's mind became clear in an instant, and his eyes swept over the accused puppets again to carefully identify them.In the past hundred years in Kunlun, he has known a lot about the righteousness of the Immortal Sect. Some of the puppets in the arena act independently, and some gather together. Looking at the clothes, there are a few sects that are particularly conspicuous, such as Linfeng Mountain Villa, Xuanyang Sect, and Jinxiu Pavilion ... are all well-known wealthy sects.

These wealthy sects also have one thing in common - relying more on external things and not having a firm mind.

He probably got it.

He was wrong in thinking earlier, although Si Xi controlled the puppet by relying on a puppet thread, but this thread may not be pierced into people's brains, but attacked by desire like a demon in the heart.

These days, there are many disputes and fights in Linfeng's hidden turbidity, which is the best cornerstone for silk opera to take root.

The old tree was waving its branches with teeth and claws on the surface, but secretly wanted to move its hands and feet into his mind.

"Senior, look!" Rong Yang, who was struggling with Xie Yunlian's help, suddenly said anxiously: "The man under the tree seems to be my third brother."

Qi Hanzhi followed the prestige, and among the swaying branches and leaves, a thin shadow appeared, dressed in brocade clothes and crowned, it was the third young master Rong.

"He is picking Pixia Dan." Rong Yang repelled the attacking puppet with a palm, "There are still three days left in the secret realm, why is he in a hurry to pick the fruit?"

It's not a good thing after all, and things will change if it's too late.

During this time, with the help of the surrounding turbidity, spiritual power has been gathered in the dantian, Qi Hanzhi secretly estimated, but the puppet army is blocking him and the Shenmu, which is really in the way.

Having made up his mind instantly, Qi Hanzhi called out, "Xie Yunlian!"

When the words fell, I saw the sound of the zither under the finger of the immortal, which was like a clear spring before, but now the blue color turns darker, and the bottom is invisible, which makes people dizzy for a while.Some puppets froze under the sound of the zither, while Rong San, who was picking fruit from a distant tree, was frozen in place, unable to move.

"Blood puppets can't do it." Xie Yunlian's piano sound can control "people" but not "materials".

"Enough." Qi Hanzhi responded.

In the next moment, the demon king had wings on his back, and the wave of aura that set off sent the surrounding puppets flying away, and the red gold color in the shadows of the trees was particularly eye-catching.

Xie Yun's eyes moved slightly, and the blood between his brows became darker, but the sound of the piano under his finger was steady and calm. The spiritual energy used the sound of the piano as a medium, like a thousand waves of waves, spreading out layer by layer. A layer of "puppet thread"-like light and shadow floated on the head of the puppet who controlled him, or he froze in place, or squatted down with his head in his arms, and what's more, he turned back against the blood puppet of his fellow puppet.

Many puppets are controlled by Xie Yunlian alone, and the only obstacle for Qi Hanzhi to move forward is the countless branches of the giant tree, but this is really not a problem for him.

Wherever the red gold flame passed, the branches and leaves curled up, not daring to get a little bit of it. The only drawback was the massive consumption of aura. He could absorb the turbid air around him, but Xie Yunlian couldn't hold it for long.

Quick fix.

The giant tree gathered its fangs and claws, and stood in front of him. A puppet line appeared on the limbs and the top of the head of Mr. Rong San, who was fixed in place by Qin Yin Youyou just now, causing him to pick the fruit stiffly.

Qi Hanzhi raised his hands and scattered countless flames, which landed on the branches of the giant tree, and when they were slightly stained, they ignited in the form of flames, and the strands seemed to form a net, all pushing towards the trunk of the giant tree in the center.

"Devil Lord!" The old tree saw the critical situation, the two people's consciousness was clear and unable to shake, the puppet and the branches were subdued, and there was no hope of turning over. The previous anger seemed to fade away in an instant, and his tone was a bit panicked, "My body The sacred tree, which can form the Pixia Pill, and the Qingxin Pill, which is the heavenly grade in the cultivation world, all depend on me, if you destroy me here, how will the cultivators get rid of the demons in the future?"

Qi Hanzhi ignored him, and slashed down with the long knife in his hand again, straight through the puppet Rongsan's heart veins. The flame wrapped the body and turned into flying ash, which fell on the layers of branches, and instantly became a prairie fire. Can't stop the trunk anymore, only one blow away!

"What about the Immortal Venerable? The Immortal Venerable has a deep heart of demons, and no one in the world can save him except me!" Ju Mu tried his best to shout this sentence.

The sound of the zither stopped at some point, and the wind in Qi Hanzhi's ears was endless, and the old tree's words seemed to flow into his sea of ​​consciousness along the wind, making him feel dizzy, and the movements of his hands stopped.

Before he could make a choice, Qi Hanzhi saw a blur in front of his eyes, and a streak of spiritual power flashed across him, falling straight on the half of the giant tree. But no matter what, he couldn't move half a minute, he could only watch helplessly as the red light sank into his body.

After a brief silence, there was a "boom", and the giant tree that covered the sky and the sun fell down.

The wind stopped, all the sounds around him seemed to fade away in an instant, the feeling of weightlessness and dizziness hit, Qi Hanzhi didn't have time to think carefully, he had followed his instinct to stabilize his body, and the next moment his feet were on the ground, it was a whole new world.

"Are we out? What the hell is going on?"

"Junior Sister, what's wrong with you, Junior Sister?"

"Senior brother! Come on, little brother is going to die!"

The voices of the young disciples came and went, amidst the commotion, Qi Hanzhi's back and shoulders were all heavy, and the sapphire hair crown rolled down in front of his eyes, making a "click".

Not far away came several figures dressed in Kunlun robes, the first one saw this scene, his eyes widened, and he said anxiously: "Immortal Venerable!"

Qi Hanzhi turned sideways, and stretched out his hand as if consciously, firmly catching the person who fell on him.