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- Beneath the ice gorge hundreds of feet deep, countless ice edges stood upright or hung upside down. The shrill cold wind whimpered, rolling up clouds of white mist, whistling through the ice gorge. (, "") (, "") No pop-upsqi
Yin Wuhen was dressed in pink palace clothes and stood on a slender edge of ice. The pink silk ribbons on her arms were blown into waves by the wind.
"Old demon Zhanyao, since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail?" Yin Wuhen said, his voice reaching into the sky, causing many ice edges to explode and collapse.
"Hahaha, why should I hide my head and show my tail? I'm just looking for something in this ice stream." A few loud bursts of wild laughter rang out, and the giant body of Demon King Zhanyao appeared in front of Yin Wuhen. On his shoulders, The golden mastiff falcon was staring at Yin Wuhen with fierce eyes.
"Huh, Old Demon Zhanyao, what are you here for? It's tacitly understood between you and me." Yin Wuhen snorted coldly.
"In that case, let's hand over the things, so as not to hurt the harmony." The vertical eyes in the center of Zhanyao Demon King's forehead faintly emitted a faint golden light, and the threat in his words was obvious.
"Old demon Zhanyao, I, Yin Wuhen, hate threats to my family the most. Although you have just been promoted to the Mahayana stage, if you want that thing, it depends on whether you have the ability." Yin Wuhen said lightly.
"What an arrogant young man. Today, I will teach you a lesson for the Blood Demon and let you know how to respect your elders." Before the Demon King Zhan Yao finished speaking, a giant palm swept over, and the wind of the palm carried countless An almost substantial golden blade.
Yin Wuhen had been prepared for a long time. His body was as slender as a pink butterfly. The silk ribbons instantly turned into countless numbers and rolled towards the Demon King Zhanyao from all directions.
Demon King Zhanyao didn¡¯t care at all. When the demonic aura of his huge body shook, he saw that the silk ribbon rolled towards him was shattered into pieces and turned into pieces of cloth falling down.
How powerful the demon cultivators in the Mahayana stage are, so naturally they will not take the juniors like Yin Wuhen and others in the Nascent Soul stage seriously.
"I want to run away!" After the Demon King Zhanyao shattered Yin Wuhen's silk ribbon, he saw that Yin Wuhen was nowhere to be seen, but he was not worried at all.
"Xiao Jin, let me intercept him." Zhan Yao Demon King said.
The mastiff falcon on the shoulder of Demon King Zhanyao screamed loudly and turned into a golden lightning bolt and disappeared into the vast snow field.
???????????????????????????????????????????? Yin Wuhen does have some escaping skills. If the Demon King Zhanyao hadn¡¯t had this kind of alien mastiff falcon, he would have been able to escape long ago. In the past month, the two have fought several times.
"But killing the Demon King is not that simple. If he wanted to, he could have intercepted him long ago, but maybe he was worried about something and never killed Yin Wuhen.
But now, Demon King Zhanyao's patience has been exhausted. If Yin Wuhen is still ignorant, he doesn't mind killing him.
Yin Wuhen's figure emerged from behind the snowdrift. He looked at the mastiff falcon in the sky, with a wry smile on his lips. He didn't know what kind of alien it was, and he couldn't escape its pursuit.
"It seems that we have no choice but to fight hard." Yin Wuhen's expression was cold, and his whole body began to exude a cold and bloody aura.
After a while, Demon King Zhanyao reappeared in front of Yin Wuhen. Seeing the aura emanating from him, his expression became more solemn.
"Old demon Zhan Yao, aren't you very curious about what my trump card is? Today I will open your eyes." Yin Wuhen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stretched out his hands, and a black light appeared between his hands, condensing into a A huge knife with a strange shape.
"Black Demon Split Immortal Blade? Is this your trump card?" Demon King Zhanyao is a little strange. Yin Wuhen's Black Demon Split Immortal Blade has long been famous in the Divine Continent, but isn't it too childish to use it as a trump card against him? .
Yin Wuhen pinched it, and flicked his middle finger on the Black Devil's Immortal Splitting Blade.
Suddenly, cracks began to appear on the Black Devil's Immortal Blade, and a terrifying aura escaped from the cracks, as if an ancient and powerful soul was awakening.
The Demon King Zhanyao¡¯s pupils shrank, and he involuntarily took half a step back, shouting out loud: ¡°The murder weapon.¡±
"Any weapon that can be called a murderous weapon has a quality comparable to that of an immortal weapon. However, no matter how fierce the spirit of the immortal weapon is, its essence is to use the spirit of the immortal spirit. But the murder weapon is completely another extreme. It uses Yaoxia's most evil power. The weapon spirit on the murder weapon is not conceived, but forcibly seals Yaoxia's soul of the beast into it, further catalyzing the soul of the beast. of hostility.
However, although murderous weapons are often more domineering than immortal weapons, murderous weapons can never be surrendered and can only be controlled. Therefore, it is not uncommon for a murderous weapon to eat its owner. If one is not careful, there may not even be any residue left.
Demon King Zhanyao never thought that Yin Wuhen Jingran would possess a murderous weapon.
The cracks on the Black Devil's Immortal Blade were densely covered like a spider web, and an illusory shadow gradually emerged in the center.
The Demon King Zhanyao didn¡¯t hesitate anymore. He roared, and his body of more than ten feet rolled towards Yin Wuhen like a mountain. His two huge fists already made the shadow of Manyao Fist.
??Everyone in the world of immortal cultivation in Shenzhou knows that Xiao Yixiao¡¯s sword, the Blood Demon¡¯s knife, the Buddhist beads of the old monk Kong Ming, and the fist of the Yao Demon King.
The Demon King Zhanyao uses his fists as weapons. The exercises he practices are somewhat similar to body training, but not entirely. He almost uses his fists as magic weapons to practice.
Every fist shadow is like a mountain. When a punch is struck, a depression will appear in the space.
When space depressions appear around Yin Wuhen, the space begins to squeeze. At this time, even a mountain in the center will be crushed into powder by the space.
Yin Wuhen¡¯s long hair was flying, and several magic spells hit the Black Demon Splitting Immortal Blade, and the shadow on it began to swell.
"Poof"
Yin Wuhen sprayed a mouthful of blood on the Black Devil's Split Immortal Blade. Suddenly, the Black Devil's Split Immortal Blade began to spin in his hands.
"Roar" A roar that shook the earth, and thousands of substantial sound waves poured out from the mouth of the phantom.
In an instant, the squeezing space was shaken open, and the Black Demon Splitting Immortal Blade turned into a demonic shadow and rushed towards the Zhanyao Demon King, fighting in a melee with him.
Yin Wuhen, on the other hand, sat cross-legged, waves of demonic energy exuding from the depths of his pupils, and he was obviously trying his best to control the Black Demon Splitting Immortal Blade.
There was chaos in the land. After a long time, Demon King Zhanyao groaned, and his huge figure retreated a hundred feet.
Looking at the Black Devil's Splitting Immortal Blade rushing towards him, Zhanyao Demon King was filled with rage. The golden vertical eye on his forehead suddenly opened, and time seemed to stop at this moment.
"Ignorant child, if you, the Blood Demon, activate this murderous weapon, I will definitely retreat. Just for you hmph, I will seize this murderous weapon from you first, so as not to let the pearl become dusty." Demon King Zhanyao shouted, The vertical eyes on his forehead shone with golden light, and there were faint mysterious runes flowing in the golden light.
The golden light emitted by Zhan Yao Demon King's vertical eyes will wrap up the black demon's cracking fairy blade that rushes close at hand, trying to absorb it into Yao's eyes.
The demonic energy in the depths of Yin Wuhen's pupils was even worse. He pinched it with both hands in the air, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out.
??The black light of the Black Devil's Splitting Immortal Blade was entangled with traces of blood. Suddenly, it began to buzz and tremble, shaking at an extreme frequency, resisting the suction of the Demon King Zhanyao.
The demon king Zhan Yao let out a ferocious laugh, and performed a strange magic spell with both hands. The runes in the golden light emitted from the eyes on his forehead suddenly became stronger.
I saw that the Black Devil's Immortal Blade that was slowly breaking free was once again firmly absorbed by the golden light, and was sucked bit by bit towards the eyes of the Demon King Zhanyao.
Yin Wuhen's "pretty" face was pale and cold, and her eyes were almost bulging with demonic energy.
The Black Devil Splitting Immortal Blade was his biggest opportunity to become an immortal so far, and it could never be taken away from him. After all, he underestimated the Demon King Zhanyao who had reached the Mahayana stage, and he did not expect that the Yao Jing in his forehead was so powerful. When he thought about it, although he was definitely no match for the Demon King Zhanyao, with the help of the Black Demon Splitting Immortal Blade, he should have no problem escaping. He never thought he would be in such a situation. If the Black Demon Splitting Immortal Blade is taken away, he will be like a huge ant under his feet, unable to control his life or death.
"Hahaha, this murderous weapon has been decided by me. If you hand it over obediently now, I will spare your life for the sake of the blood demon." Demon King Zhanyao laughed wildly with pride.
"Why do I need your mercy? I will fight with you today." Yin Wuhen sneered, with a look of cold madness on his face, and his whole body energy had begun to riot.
"You're crazy!" Demon King Zhanyao roared like thunder. He didn't expect that Yin Wuhen Jingran would be so crazy, and Jingran would explode his Nascent Soul.
No matter what, Yin Wuhen couldn't die in front of him, otherwise, the last remaining blood demon would have to die with him. He had to take this into consideration.
Regardless of whether Yin Wuhen has seen through this or not, Demon King Zhanyao cannot let him die now.
Therefore, Zhan Yao Demon King temporarily gave up on putting the Black Demon Splitting Immortal Blade into Yao's eyes, and instead wrapped Yin Wuhen with strands of vitality to prevent him from self-destructing.
¡°You were fighting to the death just now, and now you are trying your best to keep him. The relationship in this world is really strange.
And at this moment, a light flashed in Yin Wuhen's eyes, and a jade belt-like light shot out, like a whip, hitting the Yuan Qi wrapped around Demon King Zhanyao's body.
The huge body of Zhan Yao Demon King was like being struck by lightning, and the golden light emitted from Yao's eyes was also stagnant.
At this moment, Yin Wuhen waved his hand to take back the Black Demon Splitting Immortal Blade and tried to escape.
It¡¯s just that Zhan YaoThe king recovered in an instant, and this time, his bell-like eyes burst out with real murderous intent.
"I have asked you again and again, but you don't know what's good for you. This time, I will make your soul fly away." Zhanyao Demon King roared, and with a wave of his hands, the space was instantly imprisoned.
Yin Wuhen¡¯s figure gradually disappeared, and his actual form appeared a hundred meters away, his body stiff.
The Demon King Zhanyao was extremely angry. Previously, he was worried about the blood demon and did not kill Yin Wuhen. However, he was tricked by Yin Wuhen just now, which made him feel great shame. This shame can only be solved with his Only blood can wash away.
"Hang Yao Fist!" Zhan Yao Demon King roared wildly and swung out a fist. The whole land was twisting and shaking. A huge fist like glass instantly appeared in front of Yin Wuhen and aimed at him. It hit hard.
The corner of Yin Wuhen¡¯s mouth twitched, and his pupils shrank into the shape of needlepoints. If this punch was real, he would turn into a handful of fly ash on this earth. However, even if he escapes from the confinement of space at this time, the power of the Hongyao Fist of the Demon King Zhanyao will still weigh on him like a mountain, and he is afraid that he will be hit right away if he cannot move even an inch.
At this moment, a big hand suddenly appeared in the void, and a vast force spread instantly. The confined space and the power of Yaoyao Demon King's Hongyao Fist disappeared for a moment.
Yin Wuhen didn't know how to seize the opportunity, and his figure disappeared out of thin air. At this moment, the Hongyao Fist of the Demon King Zhan Yao came over. The whole world was shaken, and the destructive fist wind condensed into a ball with a diameter of thousands of meters. The tornado and demonic wind were ten feet long, and everything in it was turned into nothingness.
And immediately, this huge tornado turned into countless small tornadoes, roaring in all directions, and the destruction continued.
The Demon King Zhanyao's expression changed. How could he have thought of interfering with him?
"Appear to me." The Zhanyao Demon King's voice shook the ground. The golden mastiff falcon suddenly sank into his body, and his six senses suddenly reached an extreme level.
Immediately, Yin Wuhen's figure was reflected in his sea of ??consciousness.
"Zhan Yao Di, die!" Just as Zhan Yao Demon King was about to chase after him, a cold and bone-chilling voice suddenly came.
Then a black figure flashed out, and the foggy sword light turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ??blood, surrounding the Demon King Zhanyao.
After a surge of attacks, the mountain of corpses and sea of ??blood receded, leaving only Demon King Zhanyao standing there uncertainly, not pursuing the attack.
"The Immortal Killing Art, the rules of the way of killingthe Star-Zhaing Palace" Demon King Zhanyao's mind was racing. He knew that the Immortal Killing Art is only qualified for the core members of the Star-Zhaing Palace to practice, and although this entry level is not high , but he has mastered the rules of killing, and his status in the Star Reaching Palace is definitely not low. He may have something to do with the owner of the Star Reaching Palace, but why should the people of the Star Reaching Palace save Yin Wuhen? Could it be that he wanted to bring him into the palace? Or is it that Zhaixinggong has also taken a fancy to that thing?
Bieru didn¡¯t know how terrifying the three major forces were, but Demon King Zhanyao knew it clearly, so under various scruples, he did not pursue them any further.
¡¡¡The Northern Territory has been left far behind, and the silvery world of ice and snow can no longer be seen.
Yin Wuhen breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, his "beautiful face was pale" and he looked very embarrassed, but his expression was always calm.
Not long after, a ray of light came like lightning and stayed in front of Yin Wuhen.
"I would like to thank Brother Siping for saving his life. I didn't expect that Brother Siping would hide so secretly that he came from the Star Reaching Palace." Yin Wuhen said gratefully to Ye Hao.
"You're welcome." Faced with today's Yin Wuhen, Ye Hao felt a little unaccustomed to it. A good man turned into this In the past, although Yin Wuhen looked like a woman, he was more masculine than an average man. A little bit of it is a lot, but now, the masculine energy in his body is gone, replaced by the feminine energy of a woman. It is obvious that he has not just a psychological problem, but a physical problem.
At this moment, Yin Wuhen suddenly covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. His energy, which had been good just now, suddenly dropped.
With a sweep of his mind, Ye Hao knew that Yin Wuhen's heart had been injured by the Demon King Zhanyao.
Although Zhanyao Demon King's blasting punch did not land on him, the initial burst of fist wind was enough to injure Yin Wuhen. This is the difference between the Mahayana stage and the Nascent Soul stage.
Yin Wuhen took out a jade bottle, poured out a handful of elixirs and stuffed them directly into his mouth, then sat cross-legged on the spot and began to refine the potency.
Three days later, Yin Wuhen opened his eyes. The special technique allowed him to recover from any injuries dozens or hundreds of times faster than ordinary monks.
However, Yin Wuhen looked around, but Ye Hao was nowhere to be seen, with a slightly disappointed look in his eyes.
"The injury healed pretty quickly. I thought I had to wait a few more days." At this time, Ye Hao's lazy voice came from the side.? Came from the big tree.
Yin Wuhen was startled. She looked up and saw Ye Hao leaning leisurely on the branch of the big tree, holding a fruit in his hand and chewing on it. And he had just regarded him as air. This ability to conceal the aura was really terrifying.
Soon, Yin Wuhen subconsciously touched his waist. When he felt that the thing was still there, the expression on his face relaxed.
"Would you like to check if it's intact?" Ye Hao chuckled.
"Brother Siping is laughing at me. It's really that this thing is too important to me." Yin Wuhen said.
"It doesn't matter, since you're awake, let's say goodbye." After Ye Hao finished speaking, his figure disappeared without a trace.
¡¡¡¡"Master, that jade whip is most likely a treasure of the Immortal Family." Lightning shouted.
"Lightning, why are you more noisy than before? I don't need you to teach me how to do things?" Ye Hao stamped his foot on the Lightning Fairy Sword and said lightly.
"That's right, do you think the boss is as despicable and shameless as you?" Que'er chirped.
"The boss is ten thousand times more despicable than me" Lightning thought in his heart, but he didn't dare to say these words.
Ye Hao had a helpless smile on his lips. The jade whip that he didn't take Yin Wuhen knew to be a treasure at a glance because it had an immortal forbidden code on it. He couldn't use it even if he got it. Why bother?
Ye Hao's figure flew all the way to Lianhua City, the largest city under the Lotus Sect, to take the assessment of the Peeping Society. This was also the agreement he made with Xiao Qingluan back then
In Dajue Temple, the pagoda that had been burning for the past three years suddenly roared. The Buddhist flames shot up thousands of feet high, and the sound of burning and singing from Yaoji reached the ears of every monk in Dajue Temple. inside.
"Amituo Buddha!" ??The monks held hands and chanted the name of the Buddha.
At this moment, the pagoda burning with Buddha flames shone with golden light, and the golden Buddha flames slowly extinguished.
When the Buddha's flames were completely extinguished, the door of the pagoda opened wide, and a young monk stepped out with a face of peace.
"Ami, that Tuo Buddha, master, brothers and sisters, is there anything wrong with this young monk?" As soon as Monk Wangqing came out, he saw the old monk Kongming and a group of Dajue Temple monks looking at him and said.
"Forgetting love, can you really forget love?" asked the old monk Kong Ming.
"It seems to be forgotten, but it is not forgotten. What is the difference between forgetting and not forgetting." Monk Wangqing thought for a while and replied.
Old monk Kongming waved his hand, and the statue of Buddha Huaiyin appeared in front of monk Wangqing.
"Ami, that Tuo Buddha, Master, did you bring the Buddha statue of Huaiyin Buddha? If you touch the Buddha statue rashly, that is blasphemy against the Buddha." Monk Wangqing said strangely.
"Wangqing, you have finally found your way back from your lost way. I, the Buddha, are merciful." The old monk Kong Ming's face was full of joy.
Monk Wangqing shrugged, and suddenly felt that this action was a bit familiar. He seemed to have forgotten some important things. However, Buddha day, forgetting and not forgetting are both delusions, so why bother with these.
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