After Zhang Yu ordered him to go down, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he took out the Cicada Sword, wiped it carefully, and went to the inner room to sit cross-legged.
After taking in his breath all night, he then rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the stage with his sword in hand.
He looked up and saw that the blazing sun was hanging from the top of the sky, shining brightly on the heaven and earth. It was the middle of the day.
His body slowly floated up, and after reaching the sky, he glanced at the distant sky, and then turned into a jade mist and green rainbow and went deep into the wilderness.
After traveling more than ten thousand miles to the northwest, he saw a raised mound, which was the highest within dozens of miles, so he fell down.
After standing still here, he clubbed the sword blade and sat down cross-legged.
Half a day passed, and the sun sank toward the long horizon in the west.
In his long breath, the cold night passed by suddenly, and soon the scorching sun rose from behind him again, casting warm light onto the boundless wasteland.
However, after the day passed again, the opponent still did not appear.
But he didn't show any impatience at all. He looked calm and natural, and his breath became deeper and longer, as if he had merged into the world.
On the third day, strong winds came without warning, dust and gravel flew up, and the sky suddenly became dark and deep.
Zhang Yu sat there motionless, as if he were a rock in the sea. The long dust came in front of him, and was blocked by his inner light, flowing away from him.
After a long time, if he felt something, he looked up and saw a young man with red eyes and fair skin emerging silently from the wind and sand.
He was like an illusory silhouette. In such a fierce wind, not even the corners of his robe were shaking. The peony pattern embroidered Taoist robe on his body was bright and eye-catching, and the bright colors were in harmony with the gray and black.
The world seems out of place.
Zhang Yu stood up, holding the sword in his hand, looking at the visitor and saying: "Ancestor Yuantong?"
Ancestor Yuantong said: "It's me, but I'm not him."
Zhang Yu nodded without saying much. He pulled out the sword blade, pointed the sword tip to one side, and his sleeves fluttered with his heart. He held the sword in his other hand and said, "Please enlighten me."
Ancestor Yuantong stared at Zhang Yu.
What he wanted to do with Zhang Yu was not just for Bai Xiu's request. If it was just for this reason, he didn't need to be so serious at all. He wanted to find a suitable body to support him while walking outside.
In his opinion, Zhang Yu is undoubtedly the most talented person in Xuanfu in the past few decades. If he succeeds in the sacrifice, he may be able to rely on it to cultivate back to his original state.
At that time, he can even return to his original form and escape from the cave.
At this time, he slapped his head and said: "Please."
Zhang Yuli stood there motionless, the cicada sword in his hand flashed slightly, and suddenly turned into a stream of light, flying directly towards the place where the ancestor Yuantong was, and easily drew a slender trail in the surging wind and sand.
mark.
Ancestor Yuantong stood there and did not dodge at all. He allowed the sword light to pass through his body, and then his whole body burst like a burst bubble.
Zhang Yuli took a moment and turned around. Ancestor Yuantong appeared there again. His body was intact and his expression remained unchanged from before.
His eyes moved slightly, and there was a record in the scroll. Ancestor Yuantong had a magical power called "Inanimate Heart Dust", which could imprint one's own image into people's hearts.
As long as you have seen that person and still remember his appearance, if you attack with ordinary means, you will always touch the phantom you see in your mind, not the person himself.
And if its true identity cannot be found, it will never be possible to kill it.
It was also this method that made Patriarch Yuantong so difficult that even people with similar abilities to him would find it difficult to fight head-on. What about him?
Judging from the notes at the back of the book, the cultivator who captured and killed this man spent a lot of effort, specially developed the technique of "Severing Heart Shadows", cracked this magical power, and finally solved it.
After the defeat, Lieutenant Ming came back and said that he was unable to hurt his opponent even half a cent, probably because he was confused by this magical power.
This magical power does not mean that you can break it by closing your eyes or not looking at the other person. As long as the monk's magical power comes into contact with his magical power, the form and shadow will naturally be imprinted in it.
However, the record did not mention how to practice the "Shadow Heart Slashing" technique, it just mentioned it, but even if it was written, he would not practice it.
He doesn't have such magical powers, but he has the simplest way, which is to use the Cicada Sword to kill the opponent with the sword and cut off the shadow in his own heart at the same time!
The requirements here are very high, and it requires a connection between the heart and the sword, so he communicated with the sword again when he came out, in order to achieve the state where the heart and the sword are one and there is no gap.
At this time, he flicked the blade of the sword and raised it upwards, as if sacrificing a sword. The light flew away from his hand again. At the same time, another bright sword light appeared on the spiritual platform and slashed down into his mind.
!
The moment the sword light fell on Ancestor Yuantong again, the image in his heart suddenly shattered.
At this moment, if he felt something, he suddenly turned around and looked somewhere. This person was not nearby, but in an extremely far place, thousands of miles away!
He focused on that direction, and a bright starlight swayed behind him, and a huge shadow flashed away.
At this time, the phantom-like figure of Patriarch Yuantong appeared in the sky again, but the Cicada Sword flying in the air just flickered and killed it again in an instant.
And every time it seemed to emerge, it was killed by the light of the sword.
This method is equivalent to exchanging a sword for a magical power.
However, the flying sword is not his only method, and if the opponent's magical power is not cracked, it will never be possible to kill him, so he thinks this exchange is very worthwhile.
At this moment, thousands of miles away in the southeast, Patriarch Yuantong was standing here, with a hint of surprise in his red eyes.
In the past, when fighting with others, as long as the opponent could not see through the changes in his "inanimate mind" magical powers, then there was nothing he could do, and he could manipulate the opponent at will.
For example, this was the case when Lieutenant Ming fought with him. Even if he exhausted all his strength, he could not even touch him.
But now it was Zhang Yu who actually used his sword to defeat him. It seemed that this magical power could no longer confuse him.
However, thinking that the flying sword in Zhang Yu's hand was held back by this, he could accept it. After all, among the opponents he had faced in the past, sword cultivators were the most difficult to deal with.
Judging from his past experience, when a monk who usually relies on a sword to fight against others suddenly loses this weapon, his fighting ability will be weakened.
He was confident that with the magic power he possessed, even without using the "Inanimate Heart Dust" technique, he would still be enough to win over this junior.
Just as he was turning his thoughts around, he suddenly felt something. He looked up and saw a bright light appearing above his head. The light was extremely bright and unobstructed, and it actually shone straight down through the violent wind and sand.
And in the light, there is a huge thing. In the middle is an erratic aura, as if the sky is darkening during an eclipse, and on both sides of the aura are a pair of dazzling wings.
"Visualization?"
In the past, his main opponent was the true cultivator, and he had never fought against the mysterious cultivator, but he had heard about the visualization diagram and knew that this thing could escape thousands of miles away to attack the enemy.
At this moment, the behemoth suddenly unfolded its sky-covering wings, expanding hundreds of miles in an instant. At this moment, it was like two brilliant rivers of stars across the virtual universe, extending towards the end of the sky, and then countless stars inside
The tiny stars flickered one by one.
It was just a dazzling moment, and thousands of starlights poured down toward the ground!
Ancestor Yuantong raised his head and stared at the light. The evil energy surged outside him, and it spread out for hundreds of miles in an instant. The entire area seemed to have turned into a surging ocean of evil energy. The stars fell, stirring up waves of evil energy inside.
The ripples, while dispersing the evil spirit, were also melted away by the seemingly endless evil energy that was pouring in layer by layer.
It was just that the thousands of roaring sounds could not be dispelled. Even with his ability, he felt a little irritated and frowned unconsciously.
The bombardment of countless star streams lasted for half a moment, and then slowly stopped, and the tide of evil energy below also slowly subsided. The wind and sand on the wasteland should have covered everything, but due to the magical powers of both parties,
A huge hole left by the collision.
Although this hole is slowly disappearing due to the filling of wind and sand, it undoubtedly shows the magical means of the monks to use their personal power to fight against the power of nature.
Patriarch Yuantong's eyes flashed at this moment, and he turned around. A hundred miles away, a young Taoist was standing there with his sleeves folded. Clouds of misty jade mist were floating out of his jade-colored Taoist robe, blowing away the evil spirits.
Standing aside.
Zhang Yu looked forward, with the sleeves of his robe fluttering, walking forward step by step. The evil energy surged in front of him and spread to both sides. Whenever he walked past, the wind, sand and dust slowly closed in.
Ancestor Yuantong slowly rose to a high place, and the bright peonies on his robe suddenly bloomed, and then a bright light flashed there.
Zhang Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and he could recognize that this was another magical power of ancestor Yuantong, called "Wu Tian Wu Ming", which could melt the opponent invisible in an instant.
Moreover, the great thing about this supernatural power is that as long as it is within the range of its knowledge and feeling, it is impossible to completely avoid it.
So he didn't dodge. At this time, he also raised his hand and flicked his fingers towards Ancestor Yuantong.
The sun and the moon shine again!
At this moment, two bright lights that were difficult to look directly appeared in the place where the two stood, and the world that was originally covered by the wind and sand completely lost its sense of existence.
However, the results of these two rays of light were different. Yuantong disappeared in the blink of an eye in that light.
A phantom that looked like himself appeared on Zhang Yuze's body, and then the phantom instantly turned into ashes and flew away, while he himself continued to move forward.
The next moment, as a light flashed out in the distance, the figure of Patriarch Yuantong appeared from within, still floating in the air and staring at him.
Zhang Yu also met the same gaze and looked over. He had just used the method of "mysterious transformation" to avoid the disaster, but the opponent also used a magical power called "round light reverse form" to block him.
The killing move.
This time, he exchanged two magical powers with the other party in an instant.
From the very beginning of the battle, he had been trying to get closer to his opponent, and now, he and his opponent were only a few miles apart, so the opportunity for a decisive victory must be within this short distance.
