Changfeng crosses Baishi

That sword was no longer just a sword, Ying Changfeng let out a clear whistle, and strode forward with a big stride, at the same time, a brand new sword intent burst out in his hand, mercilessly cutting towards the black mist!

The black mist was split by him into a long blank line.

Then the light of the sky came in, reflecting the broken Red Leopard seal on the mountain wall.

Jiang Yuan's remnant soul took a step back. He avoided the sky, but he didn't feel any offended annoyance. He laughed loudly: "Hahaha... yes, yes, he is a plastic talent! Unexpectedly, 800 years after his death, the way of swordsmanship is so different. Mie, there are still people in the world who can comprehend the mystery of this "sword comes out of no sword"-Xiang, what's your name?"

He pondered for a moment: "...Ying Changfeng."

"Okay, Changfeng, Ying Changfeng!" The remnant soul was thinking, and suddenly a light shone softly on Ying Changfeng's face.

Remnant Soul finally saw the appearance of the white-clothed sword cultivator in front of him, and his laughter stopped, as if someone had suddenly strangled his neck.He kept silent and wanted to disappear, and read again: "Ying Changfeng? I see you look familiar..."

That strange reaction was not paid attention to, Ying Changfeng looked at his hands, a trace of confusion flashed across his face.

Jiang Yuan in his imagination should not be like this.

And the world of mortals he imagined... shouldn't be like this.

"Senior, in Cuiwei Mountain back then, why did you learn the art of swordsmanship?" Ying Changfeng asked, "I've heard people say that what Cuiwei Mountain cultivates is psychic art, and there is no sword."

Remnant Soul answered him more slowly this time, avoiding Ying Changfeng's face: "You actually know spiritism?"

"It's been lost for a long time, I've only heard of it."

The remnant soul pondered for a longer time, and when Ying Changfeng thought that it might not answer, he said: "Spiritualism had no name at all, and it was only when it was passed on to my senior brother that it was called. At that time, there were many Ruiwei Mountains. Beasts, we can talk to them, so they think it's called spiritism..."

"I know that 'spirit' refers to the spirit of all things."

"Do you think the sword is a dead thing?" Remnant Soul asked back, "Isn't the sword intent also in the world of all things?"

"So," Ying Changfeng said with a little difficulty when he spoke again, "The Dao ancestor ascended into meditation, and at that time he did not have a pure heart and desires, and he did not sever the seven emotions. Dao is the real inheritance, but it is a pity that it has gone astray..."

The remnant soul seemed to admire him, but couldn't understand the complicated words in his words.

It finally said: "Cultivating the world of mortals is also cultivating the world."

The real "practice" is to choose the path of practice after experiencing all kinds of life in the world of mortals and fireworks. Only after seeing all the ugliness can one step into the realm of living and dying with the world, not because of immortal roots, not because of being able to live forever Immortal...

Practice is only to get rid of the imprisonment of the mind.

Taoism does not distinguish between right and wrong, and it does not distinguish between such and such sects and schools.Where there are factions, there are differences and strife, and indulging in them is no different from ordinary people who are despised by monks.

Alone, he entered Taoism from the sea tide, practiced in the sword manual, and later traveled to the Central Plains to search for——

It actually coincided with the origin of Tao by accident.

So he can touch the sword of "No Sword".

Ying Changfeng looked at Remnant Soul again, with a solemn and respectful expression: "Senior, thank you, I fully understand."

The remnant soul received Ying Changfeng's correct words of thanks, it changed its posture that had never changed, raised its bony hand and waved at Ying Changfeng: "You comprehended this sword intent yourself, Jiang Yuan kept a little Inheritance has its value after all.”

Ying Changfeng remained silent, the sword intent that made him shudder lingered for a long time.

He looked at Yuan Shandai on the ground, and picked it up with a bow after a while.

The famous sword seemed to have been greatly frightened, and the scarlet lines burned by the demon fire on the scabbard became dim. Ying Changfeng stroked it lightly, and Yuan Shandai buzzed unceasingly - this reaction he had seen once before, and Ying Changfeng touched it lightly. Chang Feng frowned slightly, and said in his heart: Last time when he conquered disasters in the South China Sea, Yuan Shandai did the same.

If there is only a wisp of remnant soul, and the devilish energy is not approaching, why is it...

Unless this remnant soul is not all souls.

Is it a demon?Is it a demon?

The remnant soul said again: "The sword intent was given to you today, if Jiang Yuan is alive, he should have no regrets."

Another one you can't ask for?

Ying Changfeng thought suddenly, but asked, "Why do you have any regrets?"

"He has always longed to have a disciple. The Cuiwei Mountain disciples think he is a lunatic, and no one gets close to him. It would be nice to have a child, but his talent is limited... If there is a disciple who knows what he is cultivating and can pass on his His sword intent proves that he is not a lunatic..."

Lola——

The remnant soul's nostalgic words were interrupted with a bang, it didn't know what it felt, its face changed, and it tore off the skin that was relatively gentle against Changfeng, and shouted sharply: "Bold!"

The light spot in the black mist was torn apart from the outside, and then the skeleton of the demon dragon, which the remnant soul lived on, was quiet for too long, but suddenly writhed as if receiving some strong stimulus.A figure rolled into the black mist along the gap, fell to the ground and failed to get up for a long time, and the remnant soul immediately activated the demonic energy to swallow that person.

At the moment when the devilish energy was fierce, Ying Changfeng pulled out Yuan Shandai with his backhand.

The two sword qi struck together, and the voice of the remnant soul was deafening: "Ying Changfeng, are you stopping me?!"

The man on the ground struggled, and suddenly said weakly: "...Ying Changfeng?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Ying Changfeng trembled his hands, but he was confused when he was concerned, and was forced to take a step back by the demonic energy.But as soon as he gritted his teeth, Yuan Shandai's sword ignited a demon fire, and the burning aura forced the remnant soul not to dare to move again.

Huo Dou's demon fire is more or less feared, it does not dare to confront the enemy head-on.

Ying Changfeng made a plan and quickly helped the person on the ground, a frost-colored barrier was raised over the sword to block the remnant soul, and he turned his face and refused to have anything to do with him.

"Are you okay?" As soon as he spoke, he found that his voice was trembling.

The person who came was Xiao Baishi who was supposed to be in the depths of a leaf of duckweed.

Xiao Baishi's face turned blue, there was an unhealed wound under his right eye, bloodstains hung on his lips, he managed to stand still with his support, holding a shard of a spell in his hand.

The young master, who has never been so downcast since we met, has suffered some internal injuries. Ying Changfeng can't stand it even if he takes a second look.He held Xiao Baishi's wrist, tentatively injected a burst of spiritual power into his veins, and checked the injury.

"Hmm..." Xiao Baishi snorted, subconsciously said, "I didn't..."

"Let's talk about it later, go out first." Ying Changfeng said.

The gap in the back was still there, Ying Changfeng was about to drag Xiao Baishi away from there, Xiao Baishi grabbed him.The force was so strong that it almost hurt his old wounds. Ying Changfeng looked over in puzzlement, and read Xiao Baishi's emotions from those red eyes.

"No." Xiao Baishi said hoarsely, "I came here specially to meet...it."

In response to his words, the frosty barrier instantly shattered.The remnant soul had long since lost the intention to talk properly, its face was distorted and sank into the mist, only the bones of the dragon's tail became more dazzling.

I don't know whether it is the remnant soul driving the tail of the dragon, or the bones leading the remnant soul, and they are coming straight to them!

With a wave of the long sword, Ying Changfeng hastily bit his finger, a little blood splattered into the blade, and the half of the Lihuo sword array left outside was sensed and poured in from the gap.

While the sword intent was filling, it burst out with greater power.

Xiao Baishi felt that this sword intent was obviously different from when he was fighting Xie Yulin in a leaf of duckweed just now, he was slightly surprised but had no time to say more.He drew a complex spell in the air, raised his hand, broke through the sword array and slapped the dragon's bones——

The moment it was hit, the dragon roared in pain.

"What talisman?" Ying Changfeng asked.

"I'll explain it to you later!" Xiao Baishi was rarely tough with him, passed Ying Changfeng and hit several spells at different positions of the magic dragon, tracking the opponent like several sword lights.

And the magic dragon with all-hands and eyes can't dodge it!

How could this be?

Ying Changfeng was surprised for a moment, Xiao Baishi grabbed him and hid.Before he understood what was going on, Xiao Baishi went straight forward, melted two magic talismans with his bare hands, and inserted them into the thick black mist on the upper body of the dragon involuntarily.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

First it was a broken syllable caught in the throat, and then it got bigger and bigger, like it was about to break.

Xiao Baishi pinched the vein door, no matter how frightened his heart was beating, he stretched out his hand bravely.A primordial spirit came out of the body, Xiao Baishi silently recited a formula, and the primordial spirit immediately followed the magic talisman into the raging demonic energy.

The demonic energy invaded, and Xiao Baishi's throat vomited blood.

Ying Changfeng sensed what he wanted to do, he opened his mouth but did not stop him, and put his palm on Xiao Baishi's back to help him stabilize his mind.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the Longevity Lock hanging around his neck. That gadget, which has been quiet and without any abnormalities, seems to be burning with some kind of light this day...

"I..." Xiao Baishi stammered, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to keep himself awake in the devilish energy, "Jiang Yuan, let it go, let it go!"

The black mist was silent for a moment, and the strange voice sounded again: "Hehehe... Shall I let it go?"

"I don't care what you said to Changfeng just now, whether it's true or false, and I don't care what you want to grab when you release your demonic energy to possess the people around you and kill others..."

Xiao Baishi paused, his mouth was full of rusty taste, as if he was about to vomit red, but he insisted: "Qinglong is an auspicious beast, you... kidnapped it with spiritism, and induced it with your own demons It commits crimes, kills people, and causes an imbalance between yin and yang...For 800 years, you can only rely on it to maintain the last strength—”

Remnant Soul paused: "Who are you?"

How do you know this?

Xiao Baishi sneered, "I grew up here, and I don't want Cuiwei Mountain to be destroyed."

"The seal is only valid for 800 years. Those people didn't expect that I could live to this day... You can't save Cuiwei Mountain, so if you are sensible, get out of the way!"

"I want to try!"

After saying that, Xiao Baishi's primordial spirit shone a golden light from the black mist, and Ying Changfeng glanced at it, and saw that the face of the remnant soul had completely disappeared.

The talisman pierced into the dragon's skull exploded, and Xiao Baishi's ears were filled with the roar of the dragon.His mind was flustered, and he almost shed blood and tears, only to hear that everything in it was resentment and unwillingness.

At the beginning, he refused to evolve the spirit pool and refused to sacrifice. Living is the instinct that all things pursue...

Qinglong just wants to live.

Even if an auspicious beast ranks among the four saints, it can't compete with the cunning of people. It didn't notice Jiang Yuan's devilish energy for a moment.The inner palace is invaded, and then everyone will be its enemy.

"Let go of... me."

"800 years..."

"Death between heaven and earth..."

Amidst Jiang Yuan's remnant laughing arrogantly, no one else could understand these accusatory words.Only him, he heard Qinglong's wail when he came out of a duckweed leaf, mixed with cries, released little by little from the black mist of demonic energy, with despair and mournful roar, which almost made him unbearable immediately Living.

With a retraction of his fingertips, he decided not to talk nonsense with the remnant soul in front of him, and directly confront him.

The light of the talisman almost penetrates the deepest part of the black mist——

"Ying Changfeng!" The remnant soul suddenly called someone's name, "You bear Jiang Yuan's sword intent, shouldn't you call him 'Master'? The master wants you to kill the kid in front of you, your sword Woolen cloth?"

Completely unexpected, Xiao Baishi was shocked without knowing it, and the soul was almost forced out of the dragon.The magic energy seemed to narrow the circle around them, but Ying Changfeng didn't move for a while.

"Ying Changfeng!" The voice continued to shout, and the breath did not disperse.

Yuanshan Dai humming.

Xiao Baishi turned his head sideways, a cold sword intent was only one palm away from the big hole in his neck.

He said incredulously, "You want to kill me?"

The author says:

Ying Changfeng: dare not dare