Chapter 54 The sword is there and the man is there
The originally stern eyes seemed to be stained with a layer of darkness at the moment of calming down and adjusting their breath.
Bailian took the medicine powder from Lin Guiyuan's hand, sprinkled it on his injured arm, lowered his head and said, "Isn't your name Jinsheng? Why do they all call you Master Yuanli?"
As soon as Jinsheng opened his mouth, he choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his still intact left hand and said, "My name is Jinsheng, and Yuanli is the name of this sword."
Balian calmly glanced at the long black gold sword quietly lying on his lap, and laughed in a low voice: "No one is famous for his sword."
Jin Sheng's expression froze, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "That's right. The Thirteen Swords of Tianxi have been passed down from generation to generation. The sword survives when people live, and the sword remains when people die."
As he spoke, his eyes moved slightly, and fell between Balian's pale and thin arms, and suddenly asked: "What's the matter with the wound on your arm?"
Balian was surprised, he remembered that his arm was not injured.
Following his gaze, he saw two red dots the size of pinholes between his arms.
The red spot looks very deep, so it is not a natural red mole, but rather a mark left by being stabbed by something sharp.
But he has been sleeping for two hundred years, and according to common sense, the corpse demon's constitution can recover from such a minor wound in less than half a stick of incense.
But these two little red dots were engraved on his skin like some kind of brand, giving people an indelible feeling.
It was precisely because Jinsheng understood this that he asked so many questions.
The red spots were not very obvious, and Bailian didn't pay much attention to them on weekdays. It wasn't until Jinsheng mentioned it today that he discovered there were two red spots on his arms.
Balian gently pressed the two red dots with his fingers and asked doubtfully: "It's strange, it's not painful or itchy, when did they appear?"
Jinsheng lowered his head and stared, frowning and said: "It looks like a snake bite. Did you encounter a snake demon in the mountains?"
The one that can bite the corpse demon's skin is definitely not an ordinary snake.
Balian thought about it for a moment and said: "I have never encountered a snake in the mountains for so long. I guess I was bitten by a snake before I was alive. It's nothing serious. It's not painful or itchy. But it's you.
, since he is a disciple of Tianxi, how could he go to the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons to practice in seclusion and torture himself into what he is now."
Jinsheng smiled helplessly and said: "The Thirteen Swords of Tianxi are famous all over the world. The first to third swords have successfully broken through the realm and catastrophe many years ago, and their strength has reached the realm of soul enlightenment.
The sect master has high hopes for us. Over the past few hundred years, my brothers and sisters and I have been concentrating on practicing in seclusion. But just a few months ago, all nine of my brothers and sisters were in our own sect overnight.
Among the sword tablets, I am the only one who has inspired destiny, successfully overcome the tribulation, and squeezed into the legendary realm of soul enlightenment..."
When he said this, the smile on his face became a bit bitter and self-deprecating.
"I'm the only one standing still. Little Corpse Demon, do you know that three hundred years ago, I was just a mortal who didn't know how to cultivate. The sect master accepted me as his direct disciple and how happy I was to give him the sword soul.
But at that time, I also knew that my spiritual roots were not the best, and even far inferior to some of the inner disciples in the Tianxi Sword Sect.
It just resonated with the sword soul and became Tianxi's smallest sword. They all said... Tianxi's thirteenth sword is the most prestigious one.
I was unwilling to give up, so I took my sword to the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. The Kite Brutal Sword was born due to the evil spirit. It is a ball of soul of heaven and earth condensed by the nine-day evil thunder that thunders around the mountains all the year round. The greater the evil evil spirit, the faster the progress of my practice.
In this world, there is no place with the strongest evil spirit than the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons."
Bailian said: "Don't be impatient when practicing. If you are eager to make progress and force yourself to practice, it will harm your body and mind. In addition, coupled with the forcible interference of the five disciples of the Ten Thousand Beast Palace, let alone breaking through, you can survive the catastrophe.
It's a miracle to save one's life."
He turned his head and glanced at the two dark corpses on the ground, frowned and said:
"Ordinary practitioners never think of taking the initiative to touch the heavenly tribulation. Those five disciples came very strangely. Combined with the two people of unknown origin today, I think you must have been targeted."
Jinsheng struggled to stretch his injured right hand, and he sneered: "While glory accompanies it, danger will always be at your side."
Balian sprinkled the last bit of medicine in his hand and touched Xiaoluer's head.
"Since it is a matter of life and death, it is natural that you have to hide it from everyone outside. But there are still people disturbing you at the critical moment of overcoming the tribulation. Naturally, there is something wrong within your sect."
Although he really didn't want to admit this point of view, Jinsheng had to agree with Bai Lian's statement.
He leaned his back tiredly against the tree, spread out his trembling and twitching right hand, and looked at him with heavy and deep eyes.
Then he laughed at himself and said: "It's not worthy of its name... Heh, that's really good."
Now, it is difficult for him to even draw his sword.
Now he can be said to have forced himself into a dead end. He is in seclusion and being disturbed by others. It is not because he is blessed with great fortune and can survive a catastrophe.
But at the critical moment, he extradited Tianlei to Yuanli Sword and sealed it in the scabbard.
Once the sword is drawn, thunder can be unleashed.
In his current state, he cannot survive this calamity.
And the calamity cannot be overcome whenever you want.
If this drags on for a long time, Yuan Rui's carrying sword will inevitably break and shatter, and it will still attract uncontrollable thunder from the sky, killing him to death without a burial place.
There was a soft snap.
His right hand was suddenly covered and held by a cold palm. Jinsheng looked up at Balian in astonishment.
The corners of his mouth raised into a smile, and there was no comfort in his eyes. His calm eyes seemed to be telling a reality.
"Every time I see you mention your Tianxi Sect Master, a bright and cheerful color will appear on your face. I think he must be a very remarkable person.
Since such an amazing big shot has chosen you, he naturally sees something in you that others don’t have, and just because he believes in you, can’t you believe in yourself?”
The calm tone seemed to have some magical power, pouring into Jin Sheng's heart.
He laughed and said: "Yes, the sect master is a thousand-year-old immortal. His far-sightedness cannot be compared with that of ordinary people."
Even Balian's words could not change his current predicament.
But Jinsheng's state of mind, in which he seemed to have reached the end of his road, had quietly undergone a huge change.
Even if it is a dead end, he will still find a new way out, even if it is bloody!
The rain has stopped, and the barrier has been restored to its original state.
However, those towering ancient trees that were split could no longer grow densely for a while.
Jinsheng was seriously injured, and he didn't have a second magical fruit to give him to stabilize his injury.
He believed that Jin Sheng might no longer have the physical strength to fight.
Although the superficial crisis and the enemy have been overcome, Balian's deep gaze fell on those brightly lit tree houses.
He firmly believes that...the real crisis has not passed.
At this time, the blood in his body that maintained his physical strength and sanity seemed to be almost exhausted. There was a sound of empty humming in his stomach, which woke up the resting deer nearby.
Jinsheng seemed to have reached his limit, and fell asleep leaning against the big tree tiredly, holding the kite sword tightly in his arms as if it was his own life.
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