Dust roots [comprehension]

Seeing the phantom condensing his face, Song Huaichen felt relieved.

Because it devoured spiritual power and transformed into form, it had nothing to do with the past that Song Huaichen could not remember.So he had no scruples when he shot, and even had a little bit of venting.

Because of the appearance of the sword cultivator's spiritual power in Jianlin, not only the sword cultivator is trapped, they treat all those involved by the sword cultivator equally.The sword that Xuying stabs at Song Huaichen is also going all out to be upright.

Zhan Chen Jue is not a sword technique, it uses all things in the world, and it changes endlessly.When feeding Lu Tingyun, Song Huaichen used softness to overcome rigidity, and retreated to advance.Facing phantom now, he doesn't need to think too much, if he wants a quick victory, he has to face it head-on.

Song Huaichen clasped his hands together, and crushed a rune drawn by spiritual power in his palms. There was a crisp explosion sound, and the spiritual light overflowed. Song Huaichen's hands were covered with a layer of blue light. At the same time, he stepped on the soles of his feet, and his whole body rushed out like an arrow.His white sleeves cut through the air, and there was a whistling sound of breaking wind, revealing the realm of the Nascent Soul invisible.

The phantom does not dodge or dodge, and it also kicks on the sole of the foot, holding the sword to meet it!It releases spiritual power to resist Song Huaichen's aura, once the spiritual power is released, it is also in the realm of Yuanying!

It is a real baby, not a fake baby, and it is a level higher than Song Huaichen!

Song Huaichen twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a fleeting sneer, he raised his hands to catch Xuying's sword in the posture of holding a bamboo leaf.

The hands covered in blue light met with the gleaming sword blade, sparking sharp sparks, and there was the sound of swords clashing.

Song Huaichen held the sword and forced Xu Ying to stop the move that Xu Ying stabbed with both hands.

Song Huaichen entered the sword with empty hands, while Xuying relied on a sword, both of them could not let go, and the momentum of their forward stabs did not stop, they turned to one side, crossed half a circle, dissipated the momentum, and confronted each other again.

The sword body vibrated endlessly, the sword energy was sharp, and Xu Ying's movement of sending the sword forward was changed to pulling the sword backward.

There was only a half-foot distance between the two, and Song Huaichen could clearly see the gentle smile on Xu Ying's face.

Song Huaichen: "I never knew my face looked so irritating."

Song Huaichen grabbed its sword, how could he let it go so easily.The blue-glowed hands are as invulnerable as a body cultivator who has refined to the highest level. Since Song Huaichen is not afraid of sword energy, he will not be polite. He pressed down on the sword forcefully, using twisting gestures, trying to pull the sword out of the phantom. out of hand.

Xu Ying immediately changed his move, holding the sword in one hand, and pinched the sword formula in the other hand. Sword energy burst out between his fingers, and he slashed at Song Huaichen's arm with the invisible sword.

Song Huaichen is not a body cultivator, and there are many ways to cut dust, but he is not specialized. It is impossible to really turn Song Huaichen into a body cultivator. The cyan aura only covered Song Huaichen's hands, but failed to protect his arms.

Song Huaichen also freed up one hand, continued to hold the blade in one hand, and used spiritual power to resist with the other.

There was another crisp sound of gold and spear intersecting, the real and fake Nascent Soul's spiritual power collided and exploded, the ground of the white stone buzzed and vibrated, and the fluctuation of spiritual power was transmitted to the end of the white building.

The vibration of the spiritual power pushed back the rippling distortion, and a high platform was built behind the white building. With a crash, it was the waves hitting the towering white stone platform. The stone remained motionless, but a vibration was transmitted along the ground in the opposite direction. return.The loud sound of the waves falling back to the surface of the water was long overdue. The waves were huge, and the stone platform was even higher.

The sea water that was slapped high into the sky by the waves dissipated into mist, lost its earth-shattering momentum, and turned into a mist of water, gently drifting away.

The white building is wrapped in mist, and it looks like a fairy house with Qionglou Yuyu.

The ground of the white stone was wet, and the patterns on it became more vivid.

There is a click.

Song Huaichen forced the tip of Xuying's sword down, and the sharp sword tip cut into the ground effortlessly, and the crisp and heavy sound of breaking stones made Song Huaichen's heart skip a beat.

He had heard it before.

He has also seen this scene.

Familiarity found its source.

When Hu Shecheng was struck by lightning and fell into a coma, he saw a chaotic scene mixed with the past in his memory and some other scenes he had never seen before.

At that time, he stood on the white high platform overlooking the ruins all over the ground. Now he stands on the ground like a palace and looks at the white high platform.

The pattern on the ground of the white stone is exactly the same as what I have seen.

Song Huaichen subconsciously looked at Xu Ying's face again.

Xu Ying still had that superficial smile on his face, but at the moment, it looked meaningful.When it saw Song Huaichen looking at it, it seemed to realize what the other person was thinking, and the smile on its face became bigger, so that face didn't look so much like Song Huaichen—it seemed to have found a certain opportunity, and it was about to turn back to its true self .

Song Huaichen felt that Xu Ying's grip on the sword had become lighter, and the other party had no fighting spirit, Xu Ying opened his mouth, as if to say something, his lips moved, but no sound came out.

Just when Song Huaichen wanted to guess the other party's words based on the shape of his lips, there was a scream, and the terrifying power was covered under the hood!

Baishi's illusion was instantly shattered, the phantom turned into mist, and the sharp blade in his hand clanged to the ground, turning back into Broken Blade again!

They returned to the small hill in the sinkhole.

Song Huaichen was caught off guard and his chest felt tight, and Yu Chen's legs were directly bent, and he lay down on the ground without being embarrassed by supporting himself with his sword.

Lu Tingyun's body was full of blue light, and the waist plate of the Hall of Wuxiang flew out, protecting him!

Lu Tingyun was stunned for a moment, then ran towards Song Huaichen suddenly.

Song Huaichen tried his best to raise his head, and saw the monk on the edge of the tiankeng—the monk in the white robe of Wuxiang Hall and a mask on his face.

Lu Tingyun grabbed Song Huaichen's hand, and the cyan aura wrapped Song Huaichen inside.No longer being suppressed by the opponent's spiritual power, Song Huaichen threw a spiritual power rope and dragged Yu Chen over.

The cultivator on the top of the sinkhole let him move, and only raised his hand to press it lightly, a large formation came down lightly, sealed the ceiling of the cave, and covered the cave wall.

Song Huaichen's pupils shrank suddenly, and they couldn't run away with this move of the magic talisman.

"Song Huaichen, and—" the masked monk spoke in a frustrating tone, as if thinking about something, "a swordsman."

Song Huaichen took a step forward, looked at the people above, but didn't speak.

"Song Huaichen," the masked monk asked him, "have you found the 'One Heart'?"

Song Huaichen replied cautiously: "Never."

The masked monk continued to ask: "Then who is this sword cultivator?"

The masked monk obviously connected Lu Tingyun with "one heart", Song Huaichen felt that it was not a good thing.He gave Lu Tingyun all the badges of Wuxiang Temple, and deliberately concealed the relationship but tried to cover it up: "My friend, the benefactor who has saved me many times."

Lu Tingyun doesn't remember that he saved Song Huaichen, it was him who saved him.

Lu Tingyun was not stupid enough to interrupt at this moment.

The masked cultivator let out a long "Oh", and said to Yu Chen again: "I'm right, Song Huaichen is soft-hearted, and will definitely come to you. Doesn't this save you from Jianlin?"

He glanced at the broken swords all over the ground in the tiankeng: "Oh, no, this is my credit."

The masked monk was talking to himself, but of course no one would answer him.

So he changed his speaking partner again, this time to Lu Tingyun: "Jianxiu, how did you save Song Huaichen? Tell me about it?"

Of course, Lu Tingyun would not follow what he said, but instead used it as a breakthrough to ask: "I heard that this fellow Taoist is here to take Brother Song back to Wuxiang Hall?"

The masked monk replied: "That's right, that's right, Song Huaichen has been away for too long, the old gentleman is uneasy, and sent us to find him."

Song Huaichen didn't believe it: "Since when has the relationship between Laojun and everyone been so good? Can he mobilize you?"

"You have been away for too long, the situation in Wuxiang Temple has changed, and now we are a family."

Song Huaichen: "Really?"

His rhetorical question was skeptical, which should be regarded as a normal reaction. No matter who has been away for a while, and suddenly heard someone who was unfriendly say that we are a family now, he would definitely not believe it immediately.

Song Huaichen actually didn't believe it at all, he showed hesitation to delay time.He was thinking about the strategy. One golden pill, one fake baby, and one was suppressed to the seventh rank of the first rank—or the seventh rank in the tenth rank of overseas ten continents. The combination of the three of them could not defeat Wuxiang above. temple.Song Huaichen was probing, trying to see if he could pretend to win the other party's trust, and then looked for a chance to escape.

Song Huaichen's reaction was normal, but it's a pity that he ran into someone who didn't play according to common sense.

The masked monk on the tiankeng squatted on the edge to talk to them, scratched his head when he heard Song Huaichen's rhetorical question, paused for a while and let out a long sigh: "Hey, actually I don't understand why they want me to say that, it's obviously unbelievable Well."

"Laojun is looking for you, we are also looking for you, Laojun wants to take you back, but we don't want to." He stood up, "You are only a fake baby, I will kill you and take your head You can do business when you go back, what's the point!"

The masked monk stretched out his hand, and the formation covering the entire tiankeng shrank inward.

As the runes passed by, the humming broken sword shattered into powder.

When Song Huaichen was at his highest level, he didn't dare to fight against the masked members of Wuxiang Palace. Now the opponent is serious and wants to kill, and no one can stop him.The extremely aggressive spiritual power penetrated into the cyan mask supported by the waist card, and it was so strong that one could smell the smell of death. Lu Tingyun was no more than a golden core, and was directly forced to bleed out by the spiritual power.

Although Yu Chen had a high level of cultivation, he was still seriously injured, and his condition was worse than that of Lu Tingyun. His teeth were bleeding, and he shouted "Song Huaichen" in a hoarse voice.

He didn't know anything about Wuxiang Temple, even if he wanted to fight hard, he had to ask Song Huaichen to get a charter.

Whether the speed of formation formation is fast or slow, there is always time to consider countermeasures.

This is Yu Chen's calmness, he doesn't show off unnecessary courage.

Song Huaichen supported Lu Tingyun with one hand, a drop of sweat slid down his temples, it was not easy for him to face the Wuxiang Hall with the fake baby.

Both the Divine Walking Talisman and this formation came from Wuxiang Temple. Song Huaichen learned the Divine Walking Talisman, so he also learned this formation. He knew where the flaws of this formation were, but the runes turned too fast, so The fake baby's eyesight can't catch it at all!

Chapter 80

The formation is crushed from top to bottom, from the four walls to the center, and the rapidly rotating runes draw a light curtain, which crushes all obstacles encountered.

The members of the Wuxiang Hall on the top of the tiankeng are obviously vigorous and resolute people. They didn’t say a word of nonsense when they said they wanted to kill people. They concentrated on manipulating the formation. The mask supported by Xiangdian's waist card was in danger under such pressure, Lu Tingyun couldn't stand at all, all the strength in his body was pressed on Song Huaichen's hands, Yu Chen called out "Song Huaichen" again.

"Wait a little longer." Song Huaichen's lips were pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, "Wait until I call you to draw the sword."

The hand he supported Lu Tingyun was steady: "Lu Tingyun, you too."

Song Huaichen didn't let Lu Tingyun go because of his low cultivation level, and didn't take pity on him because he was almost fainted by the oppression of spiritual power, but still asked him to use his strength and sword.

With a groan, Lu Ting inserted the tip of the sword into the ground, trying to prop up his body.Unable to speak, he nodded as best he could to show that he heard.

Lu Tingyun lowered his head and didn't see Song Huaichen's ugly face, and Yu Chen was behind him, so he couldn't see his face either.

The members of the Hall of Wuxiang saw it, and at the same time felt that the formation had touched something unusual.

That thing is invisible to the eyes, very soft, like a sea tide, rushing to the formation barrier in waves, smashed by the rotating runes, blown away, then condensed again, and hit up again.

The members of Wuxiang Hall immediately realized what it was, and got confirmation from Song Huaichen's ugly expression.

That was Song Huaichen's consciousness.

Song Huaichen's cultivation base is in the fake baby, but his spiritual consciousness is still in the realm of Wuxiang Temple.The flaws in the formation, which are invisible to the eyes under the fake baby, can naturally be detected with the spiritual consciousness far surpassing the fake baby's cultivation.

He probed the magic circle with his spiritual sense, just like touching the blade with his fingers, every time he touches it, it hurts every time, it is painful.

"I really don't want my life." The damage to the spiritual consciousness is not comparable to the damage to the physical body. The masked monk from the Wuxiang Temple whispered to himself, and the actions of his men were merciless, "But it doesn't matter, I was going to kill He."

Song Huaichen found the opening in the severe pain, and used spiritual power as a sign: "Sword!"

Before Song Huaichen finished speaking, two sword lights shot out at the same time.

The two sword lights were all heading towards the location Song Huaichen pointed out, and they condensed into one strand. In fact, they were only two fingers wide, but because they were too bright, they gave people the illusion of grandeur. All the members of the Hall of Wuxiang closed their eyes.

Sword cultivators practice hard, and they are strong when they encounter strong ones. They were forced to the limit, and the final blow of the two sword cultivators tried their best to imbue them with the highest sword intent they have gained so far!

The sword light was thin and narrow, heading towards the barrier of the formation. It didn't hit the ground all the way, but cut a bottomless ditch on the ground. Amidst the loud bang, the sword light hit the formation, and the formation trembled. The light trembles, the sky trembles!

The members of the Hall of Wuxiang did not expect that the location Song Huaichen had found was so precise, nor did they expect that the two sword cultivators with low cultivation in his eyes could draw their swords so quickly and hit exactly the location Song Huaichen pointed out, let alone expect Their swords are so sharp!

He yelled, pressed his hands down, and tried his best to run the formation, but the sword light pierced through the barrier after all——

The murderous aura and spiritual energy in the formation leaked out violently, making the breach even bigger until the entire formation was torn apart!

The mountain wall couldn't withstand the impact of sword energy, murderous energy, and spiritual energy, and it collapsed rumblingly. The ground under the feet of Wuxiang Hall members cracked and fell off. He had to stop his movements and rise up against the sky first.

The formation no longer existed, the billowing smoke and dust flooded the tiankeng, and the members of the Wuxiang Temple looked on coldly, Song Huaichen's soul was injured, and it was difficult to use his spiritual power to block the stones, and it was impossible to activate the magic movement talisman.

The formation was broken, and Song Huaichen and the others won this time, but they only won this move, and this move was just put down by the members of Wuxiang Palace with one hand.

The strength gap is too great!

The guess of the masked monk was correct. Song Huaichen really didn't have the strength to use his spiritual power to block the falling rocks. The pain of tearing his soul was really unbearable. chaos.

The two sword cultivators fought desperately, so why not him.

Song Huaichen couldn't move, and he didn't have the strength to hold up his spiritual power to block the falling rocks. Yu Chen, who was seriously injured and forced himself to take a sword, couldn't do it. On the contrary, Lu Tingyun, who had the lowest cultivation level, was sober. Looking at him, neither of them can stand now, he directly pushed Song Huaichen under his body, and before he had time to support his spiritual protection, he used his back to block the stone for him.

A monk's physical body is stronger than that of ordinary people, and his back is not in danger of life if he is hit by a falling rock, but he is also smashed into a bloody mess.Lu Tingyun gritted his teeth and endured, he couldn't spare the energy to pay attention to Yu Chen not far away.He pressed against Song Huaichen, and could feel the other party's trembling.

Lu Tingyun couldn't open his mouth to speak as the falling rocks kept falling, so he called him through sound transmission: "Brother Song?"

Song Huaichen's consciousness was blurred and he didn't hear it at all.

Lu Tingyun kept calling him: "Brother Song, Song Huaichen?"

Song Huaichen was in so much pain that it was difficult to open his eyes. He tried his best to hold on to the sliver of clarity, so as not to completely fall into a coma. He could hear Lu Tingyun's voice, but he couldn't tell who was talking and what he was talking about. He just felt very noisy.

Because he was annoyed subconsciously, he subconsciously divided his attention to distinguish what the voice was saying.People are most sensitive to their own names, and he recognized the three characters "Song Huaichen".

These three words made him wake up for a moment, but the time was too short to break him out of the chaos. Instead, it made his vague consciousness turn around, and a few words of dialogue suddenly sounded in his mind.

Someone said to him: "Song Huaichen, you can go."

He himself was answering: "Time's up?" with disbelief, "So soon?"

The other party did not directly answer his question: "I will send you to reincarnation."

The word "reincarnation" was shocking, and Song Huaichen really woke up. The unbearable pain tore at his soul, and he couldn't help but let out a painful sound from his throat.

There is no direct connection between the soul and spiritual power. When a person is awake, he can move naturally.

Conscious but not clear, Song Huaichen wanted to prop up an ordinary enchantment to block the falling rocks, but unexpectedly moved his fingers and drew another talisman——

The mirror of clear water.

The clear ring-shaped waters surrounding the hills have long been muddy by rocks. Song Huaichen drew a talisman, and the water and the sand suddenly separated, and the clear water rose up, forming a transparent ring in midair. There is a clear and crisp impact sound, as if it is not composed of water droplets, but clear and transparent hard solids.

The collapsing rocks collided with the water ring like tofu colliding with a knife blade, shattering silently.The soaring smoke and dust are purified, and the reflection in the center of the water ring emerges, revealing the falling rocks, the sky, and the small and dangerous figure in midair.

The masked members of Wuxiang hall saw the ring formed in the tiankeng. The mask concealed his expression, but the voice still revealed his mood, without any artificial frustration, and his tone was extraordinarily serious: "Mirror of clear water. "

He recognized the move.

"Miscalculation again." The members of Wuxiang Hall originally wanted to consume Song Huaichen and others with falling rocks, so they didn't make a move immediately. Who knew that the other party could use this move.

The reflection in the water ring was blurred, and the mirror of clear water was not yet fully formed. The members of Wuxiang Temple flew down, pointing their fingers into knives, and slashing down with all their strength!

when--

The spiritual light split out from the hands of Wuxiang Temple was blazing red. It hit the mirror and made a loud noise like a bell. The sound echoed in the depression of the tiankeng. Flying around, the already huge tiankeng expanded several times, and the rocks in the distance are still collapsing!

The blazing aura hit the mirror, part of it fought against it, and part of it was directly reflected, rushing obliquely out of the tiankeng, burning the place it passed to a flat ground, hitting the distant mountain top, and directly piercing it !

Amidst the loud bang, the top of the mountain collapsed, but the red light continued to move forward with a trail of smoke and dust!

The mirror of clear water vibrated violently, its reflection collapsed, and it was about to shatter. The aura of the Wuxiang hall reflected everyone's face flushed. Through the mirror, you can already feel its high temperature. If you let it fall, no one will Live it!

Not even bones and dregs will be left, and there will be no soul left!

Song Huaichen punched the ground: "Get up!"

He punched it down, and his spiritual power exploded!A layer of ground was blown away, and all the broken stones that fell on the ground were shaken up. After a very fast and low hum, countless icicles pierced out from the place where the water was originally, and their tips pressed against the turbulent water ring. of stability.

The mirror of clear water, Ya Bing said nothing.

The move is completed.

"Damn it, that wasn't a fake baby just now..." Although it was only for a short moment, the members of Wuxiang Palace still noticed that at a certain moment when Song Huaichen punched that punch, the spiritual power released restored him. At the level of Xiangdian, "and..."

The members of the Hall of Wuxiang landed on the mirror, looking at the people below through their own reflections, he said to himself, with shock in his voice, he didn't move for a while, "But no one told me that he would do this trick..."

"But..." He raised his foot and stepped on it, and the mirror made a crisp sound, "Don't think that I can't do anything about you just because you're hiding in the turtle shell."

"The mirror of clear water cannot transform into an existence higher than the caster." Even if Song Huaichen recovered to the level of Wuxiang Hall, the cultivation level of the masked monk is still higher than him.

Just as the members of the Hall of Wuxiang wanted to move, they heard a rigid voice coming from behind: "You don't call us even if you beat us like this, do you want to take the credit for yourself?"

Hearing the sound, Lu Tingyun raised his head, and behind the members of the Hall of Wuxiang, two more monks wearing masks and the same costumes appeared in the high sky.

The three masked monks from Wuxiang Temple have arrived.

Lu Tingyun's mood directly sank to the bottom.