Chapter 1,661 The flowers bloom in the writing and the bones of the Tao wither
Zan Hai probably never imagined that one day he would be struck head-on by Xu Yan's sheathed sword.
Zan Hai, who was directly hit by the sword killing array, let out a miserable cry and landed from the clouds.
Xu Yan looked surprised, obviously not expecting that he would accidentally injure his companions.
He patted the scabbard again, returned the sword array to its sheath, and looked at Balian with a deep look.
"The talent of the corpse demon race, the power of devouring?"
Balian chuckled and said, "Good eyesight."
Xu Yan's eyes wandered, and his thumb gently rubbed the lines between the scabbard. The simple scabbard was full of sword intent that was ready to strike.
"It's not uncommon for royal corpse demons to awaken their racial talents..."
Xu Yan lowered his eyes, fell on the blood gun in Bailian's left hand, and lifted his lips lightly.
"But this is the first time I've seen the talents of two races combined and used together."
After all, Zan Hai was a White Immortal in the Heshen Realm. Although he was hit head-on by the Ten Thousand Sword Formation, he fell into the clouds in a state of embarrassment.
But he quickly stabilized his breath, stepped on the green gang, with afterimages appearing in waves, his body skills swooping, and he caught up with him angrily:
"Xu Yan, I think your sword practice is neither fish nor fowl!"
"What's the fuss about? The majestic Bai Xian can't even handle a corpse demon who has transcended the tribulation realm, and he still has the face to fight among himself?"
The one who spoke was Bai Xian Shoufeng, the only one among the four immortals who did not pay attention to his appearance.
He looked like a decrepit old man, with loose skin on his face, and the clear and clear heavenly bones could be seen under the thin layer of skin.
He moved his ten fingers together on his chest, and in the blink of an eye, he formed two ancient handprints.
With the completion of a hand seal, a huge mountain and valley appeared in the sky above Balian's head.
One seal can move mountains!
The second mudra followed the completion, and the mighty clouds under Balian's feet turned into a blue sea of blue waves.
Two seals, move the sea!
This is the true magical power of immortals, the magic of white immortals, the powerful means of heaven and earth!
These mountains and seas are not the dharma of heaven and earth, but the real mountains and rivers of the human world. He used his heaven-defying Taoist skills to move mountains and seas here!
The feast is in the strong wind, and the clothes of the immortal are fluttering!
"Fill the sea!" As he clasped his palms together, a mighty righteous energy surged into the sky, and the purple energy from the mountains came from the east, turning into a sky bridge and pouring straight into the sky.
He borrowed heaven's secrets with purple energy, and the Nine Pure Spirits came into the mountains.
Purple air and green light make the mountain look more majestic and majestic.
The two colors intertwined like the brushstrokes of a dragon and a snake, delicately painting light and shadow, instantly forming a magnificent picture of the mountains and rivers.
Fall from the mountain and fill the sea!
The mountains are like dragons and their power is majestic!
A mountain can fill up the sea, let alone the tiny corpse demon figure in the mountain and sea.
There was a loud boom, and the falcon's pair of wings that covered the sky and the moon disappeared into the clouds, and the mountains and the sea merged into a line!
Wan Lai is as quiet as death!
Even the fast-moving clouds seemed frozen in time.
Jianxian Xuyan narrowed his eyes with a smile and couldn't help stroking his palms and praising: "I haven't seen you for a hundred years. Brother Shou Feng's mountain and sea skills are really a step forward. He can actually mobilize the power of heaven and earth to move mountains and build structures."
Overpass, Jie Ling Road, Yushan Reclamation, it can be described as a great magical power!"
Bai Xian Shou Feng stroked his beard. He was always calm and did not show any expression of being used.
He just sighed and said: "It's a pity that the two corpse beads that were originally enshrined in the Golden Immortal Palace will be difficult to recover."
Zan Hai couldn't help but laugh and said: "The royal corpse beads are of no great use to those of my immortal generation. They are just used as trophies for collection. It would be no shame to destroy them. After all, they are just dead objects.
But this son is different. He is the seventeenth royal family member of the Corpse Demon Clan. The Corpse King’s generals sealed him and created a descendant at the expense of his own life. If he is allowed to grow and become bigger, it will definitely cause a catastrophe in the future!
Now that Brother Shou Feng has mastered the mountain and river technique, he has brought disaster to the Immortal Lord and eliminated future troubles forever."
Shou Feng has always admired the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan and obeyed his orders in every possible way. He just wanted to complete them perfectly.
His expression was still a bit solemn and nervous at first, but now after hearing what he said, his expression softened slightly.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, a ray of sword light shined straight into an extremely long white line.
The towering mountain that was reclaimed from the sea was divided into two parts, creating a huge, straight and sharp gap.
Flying springs and waterfalls, chaotic clouds flying across, sword energy flowing across the autumn!
Bai Xian Fengshou's body trembled slightly, his eyes were slightly stunned, and the palms of his hands suddenly split into a huge, bone-shattering incision, and blood spewed out from his palms like a fountain.
He frowned, clenched his fists involuntarily, and looked over with cold eyes.
Among the rolling rubble, Baili'an was seen holding a sword on top, his face pale, his spiritual power surging like a spring, and his seven spiritual power nodes flashing crazily, like cracking.
Feng Shou hid his fists with blood flowing like rivers in his big sleeves, his eyes were ignited with purple lightning and blue frost, and he was full of fighting spirit!
Just at this moment, an arm with pink sleeves stopped in front of him.
Feng Shou's eyes were filled with fighting intent, and he looked at Bai Xian Tan Yuansi with a puzzled expression: "Brother?!"
Tan Yuansi is the oldest among the Four Immortals, but the most fancy-dressed one.
He was wearing a peach blossom gauze dress, with delicate features, youthful features, and curved eyebrows.
He was born with a smiling face and an aura that seemed to be as strong as the sky. Only those eyes were condensed, which seemed to have the meaning of a mysterious five-petaled flower. He stared deeply at Balian, making people unconsciously feel a bit cold. A bone-chilling crisis.
Compared to the extraordinary artifacts held by the remaining three immortals, he only held an ordinary and old bamboo pen that showed no spiritual power.
But just such an ordinary bamboo pen, paired with his eye-catching peach blossom shirt, has an indescribable gentleness and sentimentality.
Tan Yuansi looked at Tiance Junshan held high in Bailian's hand, and the five-petal flower in his eyes swayed and bloomed, as if a ray of strange light flashed past quickly.
His tone was light, with a hint of inexplicable meaning: "The Tiance Junshan Sword actually fell into your hands..."
When his eyes fell on the bright and flashing complete inscription on Tiance Junshan sword, the strange color in his eyes deepened:
"And looking at this situation, this sword actually recognizes you as its master?"
For some reason, when he finished saying this, Balian felt that his originally indifferent mood was filled with extremely strong hostility for no reason.
This hostility has nothing to do with his stance, nor does it have anything to do with the killing order issued by the Immortal Lord.
And it seems... it has a great connection with the sword in his hand.
Shou Feng's expression changed slightly when he heard about the Tiance Junshan Sword. When he heard that the sword had actually been recognized as its owner, the corpse demon's expression became even more strange. There was already a hint of pity in his eyes when he looked at Bailian.
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Tan Yuansi's eyebrows were still curved, with a smile on his face and gentle flowers blooming in his eyes, and he took a step forward.
A breeze blows up with one step, and the peach blossoms fall like red rain.
The mountains are falling, the sea is gone, and the chaotic clouds are drying up!
The rain falls one after another, the peach blossoms fly, and everything is destroyed.
"Two thousand years ago, I was a green bamboo in a forest overseas. I was lucky enough to encounter the collapse of Kunlun Mountain once every 30,000 years. I was irrigated by a ray of divine will revealed by the mountain, opened the divine palace, transformed into a spiritual fetus, and became a human being.
human form.
I have practiced Taoism for hundreds of years, with little success. I became a disciple of the Kunlun Mountains. I was once accepted as a disciple by the immortals on the Kunlun Mountains. I lived in the mountains for thousands of years, refining my immortal heart and forging my divine palace."
Talking about the past when he was young and famous, the smile on Tan Yuansi's face became even deeper, and his eyebrows were full of memories.
"Back then, there were three thousand people who were disciples of Kunlun, including immortals, demons and monks. They were all outstanding geniuses in the world. Only I stood out and stood out among the three thousand. I was only one step away from officially becoming a disciple of Kunlun Mountain and becoming a disciple of Kunlun.
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At this point, the smile on Tan Yuansi's face faded a lot, and she couldn't help but shake her head: "It's a pity that I struggled with the last question under Qing Shui."
Balian stood up with his sword put away, covered his lips with his sleeves, and coughed twice. When he put down his sleeves, the white sleeves were filled with dots of scarlet.
He raised his eyes, looked at Bai Xian Tan Yuansi calmly, and said lightly: "So, what does this have to do with me."
He blocked the famous stunts of three white immortals one after another. On the surface, it seemed easy, but in terms of realm, after all, there was a whole big realm between them.
If it were not for the dual cultivation of immortals and demons, it would also be possible to resort to various trump cards such as the Jue Jue, Tiance Junshan Sword, and Si Shui Shenyuan.
With his own level of cultivation alone, he might not be able to survive even one round.
But even with many means, it is not easy to escape from the encirclement of these four people.
The previous battle with Fallen Immortal Fengxu, and the killing of dragons, fishes and whales with such evil things, had already been seriously consumed and damaged, and there was no time to rest and recuperate, and then he had to deal with Fu Huo who had murderous intentions.
One time, he was seriously injured for the second time.
Nowadays, both my mind and body are reaching their limit.
Among the four people in front of him, Tan Yuansi, who seems to be the most unfathomable, has not yet made a move.
"Of course it has something to do with you." Tan Yuansi smiled faintly, pointed at the Tiance Junshan Sword, and sighed: "The last question this Qingshui female official left for me was exactly this sword."
"If you want to continue elegance, you can only purify your heart and soul. The way I cultivate is to guard the clouds and flowers, and use bamboo as a weapon to cut. I should stay away from anything like a sword that has too much killing power.
But since it was a question asked by a Kunlun female official, I was young and ambitious, so I was eager to try it.
I just never thought that the remaining lines on Tiance Junshan's sword are as heavy as Kunshan. No matter how much my soul power and the sword speak, they are like the spring breeze passing by, motionless. There is no solution to this problem."
"At first, I thought it was the female official Qingshui who was deliberately making things difficult, so she chose a mortal weapon that cannot possess spirits as the title."
Tan Yuansi smiled brightly: "I didn't know that I am superficial. In this world, there are actually people who can exert the true power of Tiance Junshan Sword."
"That's right, how can a sword forged by the dignified female official Qingshui of Kunlun Mountain be an ordinary sword? Although I am an immortal cultivator, I still have a worldly heart in front of the immortal official in Kunlun Jingxu.
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Bailian's eyes flashed. What did he mean by his words? Did he mistakenly think that this sword was forged by the female official Qingshui?
Moreover, looking at his expression, voice, and words, he seemed to have a lot of admiration and nostalgia for this Qingshui female official.
It is no wonder that the White Immortal Tan Yuansi would have such deep hostility towards him when he saw this sword become a spirit.
It turns out there is some cause and effect involved.
He became famous at a young age and stood out among the three thousand immortal geniuses. When he was at his peak, he was far away from Kunlun because of a sword.
With such an arrogant heart, how could he be willing to be a disciple from outside Kunlun Mountain?
The sword that once made him depressed as a young man now shines brilliantly in the hands of a corpse demon, splitting mountains and seas, and completing the sword pattern.
What kind of sadness should this be?
A cause and effect leads to deep grudges.
"But that's fine. This sword once made me feel helpless. Today, I will ask the sword to test its edge."
Tan Yuansi smiled slightly and said: "Brother Corpse Demon, you must not die too quickly. You must let me live my life for once."
He took another step, and the green bamboo pen fell between his fingers.
Paint flowers and branches to outline the wind, moon, mountains and rivers.
It's March in the world, and the city is full of peach blossoms.
The fragrance of peach is fragrant, and the light pink smoke is like a gentle fire. It burns the faint white clouds and dyes the sky pink, turning the remaining clouds to hook the moon, so soft and elegant.
Behind the extreme romance, there is endless killing intent.
The sea of peach-pink clouds was like waves, becoming extremely dangerous in an instant, and wrapped Bailian's figure heavily in it.
A piece of petals as soft as catkins fell on the blade of the sword in Balian's hand, and instantly turned into a handful of powdery mist.
The straight and perfect sword pattern suddenly lost its brightness as if it had been cut off by some mysterious force.
For a moment, Balian's arm suddenly lost consciousness, and Tiance's Junshan sword fell from his hand and fell into the mortal world.
The momentum of the sea of flower clouds increased again, and it passed by. The dark blood and energy in Balian's body was purified, the corpse beads were silent, and his spiritual power was like death.
Two completely different power systems were blocked by each other in just a blink of an eye, making it difficult to operate. At this moment, Balian looked like a mortal.
If it weren't for the support of the sea of flowers, I'm afraid Yudun wouldn't be able to do it, and he would fall like the Junshan sword that day.
Tan Yuansi's five-petal bright eyes flicker, and the mist between the eyebrows and soul floats endlessly. The bamboo brush changes constantly, and the pink spiritual mist is like light ink, wandering along with the brushstrokes to create a dazzling and mysterious free-flowing painting.
Balian was in the center of this large flower mirror, as if he were in a Taoist prison.
The peach petals in the sea of clouds are like drizzle, adhering endlessly to Balian's skin.
Balian looked down at the peach blossom petals who looked at his clothes as if they were nothing, and said seriously: "Jing Mystic Technique, are you a Talisman Immortal who specializes in spiritual power?"
The petals were close to the skin, and all the blood and essence in Balian's body were sucked away by the petals at an alarming speed.
Balian suddenly felt that his heart was empty, as if it had been hollowed out by an invisible hand. From the hollow heart, green branches stretched out.
There are clusters of young pink flowers among the branches, trembling against the sky wind, and slowly blooming. The color changes from white to pink, then from light pink to red, and finally the deep red at the end gradually turns to purple, blooming to
bloom.
Deep purple cracks spread between Parian's mouth.
"That's right, I am neither a Sword Slayer Immortal nor a Taoist Immortal of Mysterious Laws. I don't practice all kinds of magic, I only practice the Tao of Talisman."
White Immortal Tan Yuansi crossed his arms and smiled lightly: "The road to immortality is long, and I will spend my whole life just attacking one path and cultivating one method.
One stroke of immortality lasts a lifetime. Even though he is a white immortal, he still has the power to fight against ordinary golden immortals."
"Have you ever heard of... Fu Xian's paintings of scenery, flowers blooming and Taoist bones withering?"
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