Chapter 638: Averting calamity within the palm of your hand
There was heavy wind and snow all over Feng Ju, leaving traces of wild grass on the path of the underground palace where grass was rampant.
This piece of wind and snow is embodied by his spiritual consciousness. For any monk who sets foot in the realm of Tribulation Realm, the domain of spiritual consciousness will be strengthened and changed beyond its essence. In this process, the aura of the domain will have
Some can be transformed into the four seasons, and some can be transformed into the laws of heaven and earth, and strange sights and wonders.
Wind and snow are one of the four seasons. Although it is the most common one in the division of domain auras, it is precisely because of this that it also proves that Feng Ju's cultivation is a real powerhouse in the Tribulation Realm.
The man's face, which gradually turned from blurry to clear, was raised in the turbulent wind. He combed his new messy hair and watched the remaining auras belonging to the two people in the void being coiled by the wind and snow, and deduced into
Mutually.
The misty snow, wind, ice and dust vaguely outline the large clouds and mist. Many scenery are shrunk and concreted in the clouds and mist. Among them, you can see the mountains and rivers, the waves of the pine sea. If you look closely, you can find that the scene presented in it is exactly the same.
This is a thumbnail of the structure of this leyline.
Feng Ju stared at the clouds and mist intently, raised a skinny blue-grey palm with a deadly look on it, and gently moved it through the void.
The scenery fluttered, and this time, the vast expanse of white clouds and mist made it impossible to see anything, as if the deduced map of the land, mountains, and rivers had reached its end.
However, the aura of the domain remains the same and has not changed at all.
Feng Ju admired slightly in his eyes and sighed: "The way to hide the dew, the road to experience the world, the two girls from the southwest are really worthy of the word Tianjiao."
In his words, besides emotion, a strong sense of unwillingness and jealousy could be heard.
Thinking that the Demon Sect has dominated all countries for more than a thousand years, it is not due to bad luck, but due to the withering of talents.
First, the sword master Yu Jinghong appeared, and then Su Guanhai, Yin Dufeng and others appeared one after another. The three of them worked together to create a golden age of immortals that lasted for thousands of years.
Five hundred years later, the prosperous generation has not declined at all, and three talented people with outstanding talents, Su Jing, Yin Baishuang, and Ying Xiu, have emerged one after another.
Although Feng Ju had never seen Yingxiu, the crown prince of the Zhongyou Dynasty, he felt extremely heavy when he saw the stunning performance of these two girls today.
Zhengdao has three sons, how can the Demon Sect of the Northern Kingdom usher in a comeback?
He sighed, his expression quickly returned to an indifferent coldness, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more determined. He caressed his little finger, then broke off a small section of his tailbone, crushed it into dust, and threw it into the wind and snow.
The two wind and snow objects that were intertwined and dependent on each other actually separated themselves from each other under the scattering of the bone dust, forming a void passage.
He walked among the passages, with the immovable snow dust particles on his left and the pure and clear wind whistling endlessly on his right.
At the end of the road formed by snow dust and long wind, you can see green trees like umbrellas. All the way up the road, everything is green, a land where thousands of trees grow, and you can see the rhizomes of the powerful dragonfly entwining the road.
Going forward, you can see a large lake with lotus flowers stacked in the center, the water is thick and the mist is like gauze.
On the shore of the vast lake, red clothes were like fire, like the only color in the world. She stared at the uninvited guest in front of her with indifferent eyes, and the Hanzhi Sword hanging around her like silver butterflies fluttering lightly touched the lake water.
The sound of freezing sound spread for miles, the lake water froze into ice, the fog gradually subsided, and the lake surface turned into a mirror.
Su Jing sat in the depths of the lotus with her eyes closed. The mirror-like ice surface reflected the appearance of clear jade. From a distance, it looked like a clear and distant picture scroll, containing the charm of spring white snow.
Feng Ju looked at her in surprise for a long time, only to find that the woman in the depths of the lotus was extremely beautiful, but she was only here in body, the spiritual platform was dark, and her soul did not know where to go.
Feng Ju's expression instantly became extremely solemn, and the hunting smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he said in a deep voice: "Soul Relief Technique."
After saying that, he sneered, and the cloth shoes under his feet crushed the grass on the lakeside. The black air around him instantly gathered and collided like lead clouds. The frozen ice lake suddenly exploded and decomposed, splashing into the sky. The layered water lilies in the center of the lake swayed and fell rapidly.
Su Jing, who was sleeping deep in the lotus flower, had the protective aura around him suddenly dissipated, and was about to lose control before his eyes.
Yin Baishuang's red clothes appeared like a ghost and crossed in front of Feng Ju's body. Dozens of white stones were suspended in the void, as if falling on an invisible chessboard. The mysterious power of space was like a water blade cutting ink, and the black energy around Feng Ju's body was difficult to penetrate.
Half an inch of ice lake.
Yin Baishuang closed her eyes and formed the sword technique with her hand. The sword light of the Hanzhi Sword was strong, spreading towards the entire lake like overwhelming rain. The broken and flying ice was swept by the sword energy, and turned into rain and fell into the lake.
, hitting pieces of ripples.
Feng Ju's eyes were full of anger, and he pushed out with a very impatient palm. The white seeds were shattered, and the melted lake surface was pushed out into thousands of waves. It contained an extremely cold and chilling meaning, and was bound to move towards the soul-destroying woman deep in the lotus.
Reshoot the past.
Su Jing's body in the soul-departing state is extremely fragile. Not to mention the huge waves hitting her body, even if a layer of waves is added to her body, she may not be able to bear the heavy load.
Yin Baishuang's face was as cold as jade, and her red sleeves rose up in shock, and golden thunder burst out from both sleeves, neutralizing 80% of the power of the palm.
Just because of the huge disparity in cultivation between the two, even if 80% of the power of the palm was offset, causing Feng Ju to raise his eyebrows in surprise, the remaining 20% of the palm power was not something that ordinary Spirit-bearing Realm monks could easily withstand.
At the moment when the thunderbolts flew, if Yin Baishuang reacted very quickly and formed a white piece to shift position, she could easily dodge the remaining 20% of the palm force.
But what fell out in front of her was a total of thirteen black chess pieces, and Mo Shaqi's intention to kill the chess pieces reduced his palm power by another 10%.
The remaining 10% was still unable to change. Yin Baishuang frowned and gritted her teeth. She did not dodge or dodge, but resisted with all her strength.
A palm fell on his shoulder, the red clothes shook, and blood sprang up, staining the large clear lake water red.
With the help of this huge pushback force, Yin Baishuang retreated sharply, walking on heavy waves without any weight.
She spread out her arm casually, just in time to hold the Hanzhi Sword that broke through the water. The sword's energy was as frosty as snow, and the sword's edge, as thin as rice paper, lifted up the water and cut the waves. The waves of the lake, which were as heavy as a thousand pieces, were calmed down by this sword.
Like a mirror, it does not disturb even a single wisp of breeze or foam.
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Yin Baishuang jumped up high and threw his sword into the lake. It was like a cold sword hidden in a huge snow mountain that penetrated into the bottom of the lake. The lake water froze again into thousand-year-old ice. The cold air visible to the naked eye spread along the white clothes and froze Su Jing.
Let Feng Ju take a few more steps, and the glacial lake suppressed by the Hanzhi Sword no longer disintegrates, just like an ancient glacial sea that cannot be invaded in the eternal frosty night.
Yin Baishuang was half-kneeling on the ice, one of her arms naturally hanging down, her shoulders slumped. She was originally dressed in red and didn't show any signs of it. As soon as she settled down, blood began to trickle along the ice, as if slowly falling on the white snow.
A patch of red flowers bloomed.
Feng Ju's eyes were extremely cold, and he said as if he were looking at a dead person: "From ancient times to the present, there are not many people who can be admired by this protector. Today, the two of you are considered a special case. One of you dares to break the soul. If you are not careful with this technique, you will be killed."
My body and soul will be destroyed, and I will be lost forever in the six realms. How dare you dare to protect me in front of this protector? How long can you stop me with your mortal body cultivation in the spirit-bearing realm?"
Feng Ju's words are never too big.
He entered the country through robbery two hundred years ago. In fact, he was a talented person of the Demon Sect. Later, he had to skin his flesh and pick out his soul bones. However, in this underground palace, he has been accompanied by the dark dragon all the year round, and he has already developed skills.
He lost his yin body of white bones, and today it was nourished and devoured by those demonized monks, and he reunited with his physical body.
Although this body cannot be seen in the human world, he still has a unique advantage in this land protected by the Nether Dragon.
Now, with the awakening of Nether Dragon's Qi, Feng Ju, who is of the same lineage as him, has also been rising in Qi cultivation, far better than the ordinary strong people in the Tribulation Realm.
Yin Baishuang didn't have much opinion on this, and she didn't have any awe in her heart. She slowly wiped away the blood on her lips, stood up, looked at the man dressed as a scholar expressionlessly, and sneered: "I want to fight.
Just fight, why talk nonsense!"
Feng Ju's face darkened, and then he restrained his gloomy look and said with a low smile: "The art of soul liberation is so difficult and dangerous. A mere son of a human actually tried to spread the earth's veins with three souls and seven souls to purify this place of magic spring. Such a state of mind
It's so admirable. It's no wonder that she is the beloved daughter of Sect Leader Su. She really complies with the purpose of Taixuanzong. The Taoist heart should be as bright as a candle, illuminating everything in all directions. But I don't understand, you and
She is both the son of heaven and the darling of God, so why is she the one who chooses soul liberation in the end and not you."
The art of Soul Jie is a Taoist technique created by an unknown but great sage in ancient times. It is similar to Bingjie, but fundamentally different.
Soul dissolution is the separation of soul and body. The three souls and seven souls are used to dissociate the spirit into the wind. The spirit can cross the common people and the earth, purify the demons and cross the world. Just like the winter snow purifies the world, it can completely eradicate the evil breath of heaven and earth, and can cut off the two lines of demons and cultivators.
, will never last.
It is a pity that the great practitioner who pioneered the art of soul dissolution, his body became old and gray after he created this technique. He did not try the soul dissolution first, but he dissipated and dissipated first.
From then on, the first technique practiced by hundreds of immortal sects upon entering the Tao was this soul-resolving technique, in order to respect the ancestors and sages.
The art of soul liberation is a skill that everyone must practice and master, but since ancient times, no one has been able to truly purify the world of winter snow.
People have seven emotions and six desires, but they can never be as pure and white as snow. Even if they are immortals for thousands of years, who can maintain their original aspirations after experiencing thousands of vicissitudes of life?
If you are not careful, you will not be able to purify the demons, but will become a dirty soul. The soul does not need a physical body. Once it is contaminated with this black and turbid gas, not to mention that even if you become an immortal in this life, you will only be a demon immortal. Even if the body dies and the Tao disappears,
The soul will be blackened forever and ever, and will never be redeemed or purified.
Precisely because people have self-awareness, even though everyone has learned this technique, no one dares to perform it.
But once a person performs the soul-breaking technique, it means that the person must be fully prepared for a life-and-death fight.
This had to attract Feng Ju's attention.
Not to mention that he himself relies on the power of the dark dragon to survive so far. If the demonic veins are purified and dry up, the dark dragon that feeds on the demonic energy will also starve to the bone and usher in true death.
Even though this death process is extremely long, it is not a price that Feng Ju can afford.
The great fear rising in his heart made Feng Ju become particularly sarcastic. He looked at the bloody woman and sneered again and again: "Or, compared to the girl from Taixuanzong, you are more afraid of death and don't want to leave this mortal world.
The road to immortality?"
The cold lake is like frost, and the cold lotus shines on people.
Yin Baishuang stood on the ice lake, her red clothes were like a ball of eternal fireworks, fluttering uncertainly in the cold wind. Looking at it for a moment, she suddenly felt that the scenery was unparalleled and difficult to find in the world.
When she heard Feng Ju's words, she raised her head and closed her eyes, and suddenly laughed softly. All the indescribable emotions in those bleak eyes were covered up. When she opened her eyes again, those eyes seemed tired.
The bird returns to the forest without leaving a trace.
She sarcastically asked: "Your human world is just a human purgatory to me, and this avenue of immortality is an endless eighteen-level purgatory of repeated reincarnation and suffering. You say that I am afraid of death, but in fact it is just that I am carrying too many precious things."
A memory that’s hard to let go of.”
The blood-stained thin lips raised slightly, and when she said this, the soft smile was indescribably sad: "I can't afford to die."
Feng Ju looked at her intently. At this moment, he seemed to realize something. He couldn't help but shake his head and said with a smile: "It turns out that the inner demon is stalking your life. No wonder you can't get rid of it."
The smile on Yin Baishuang's face did not disappear, and she said: "If you think that I am standing in front of you because I can't break my soul, then this is really your biggest misunderstanding about me."
Feng Ju was slightly stunned. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He suddenly felt that the woman in front of him had changed. Although she was only a few miles away, she seemed to be thousands of miles away in the clouds, as elusive as a mirage in the clouds.
But what can this elusive feeling change?
Carrying spirits and overcoming tribulations are the difference between mortals and immortals. What can this person who is praised as a genius by the world rely on to turn the tide of the war?
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The smile on Yin Baishuang's lips, which seemed to have read all Feng Ju's thoughts, became shallower, but did not disappear completely. She stood as quietly as the pines and bamboos in the forest, her figure as jade-like as fire, no longer speaking, she just slowly spread her face towards Feng Ju.
Only palms as white as snow.
A faint aura wrapped around her fingers, like the spring breeze blowing, or like winter thunder waking up. Red wind and purple lightning intertwined into several small vortexes. On the palm of her hand, there was a flash of lightning and thunder, a myriad of phenomena.
As she gently lifted her little finger, black clouds and sky formed above the whirlpool of wind, thunder and lightning.
Feng Ju's face changed drastically, and he could no longer conceal the horror and shock in his eyes. His voice trembled as he said, "This... this is actually the aura of heavenly calamity!"
She, a little child of human beings, could not survive the calamity. She held all the calamities that symbolized the laws of heaven and earth in one hand.
At this time, Yin Baishuang's faint voice sounded, and there was no hint of pride, only plainness: "The world only knows that two hundred years to carry a spirit and three hundred years to overcome tribulations and become an immortal are sacred miracles. God's grace is so great, but who can
You know, I sought Taoism at the age of three, opened my mind at the age of sixteen, and expanded the sea at the age of seventeen. At that time, I was haunted by inner demons and fell into the mortal world. At the age of twenty, I picked up the sword of cultivation, and I sought the first level of Taoism and was awarded the title of Chengling. However, it took three years.
, in the fourth year, the heavenly tribulation came, and all dharma came upon me. I opened the door to look at the sky, and the sky was full of thunder and tribulation urging me to cross the heavenly gate. I refused to become an immortal, causing anger from all directions. I held the sleeve of the heavenly tribulation hidden in one hand. This time
It will take two hundred years to hide it.”
As she spoke lightly, Feng Ju's face had already turned frosty, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "How is it possible...how is it possible...how could such a ridiculous thing happen in the world."
Yin Baishuang laughed lightly and said: "Master Protector of the Demon Sect, do you know what a true genius is?"