The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Zhong Shan was thousands of miles away at this time.

The cold wind is far more piercing than that of Qinglu Mountain, the night is like thick ink that cannot be melted away, and the continuous shadows of the mountains not far away are like giant beasts dormant in the dark.

He couldn't see the moon when he looked up, and the snow clouds were thick, covering the faint starlight.

Zhong Shan thought, it must be snowing tonight.

Eight disciples in splashed ink landscape robes stood behind him, no one spoke in the howling wind.

It is different from the fertile plains in the middle land, and it is a flat river.There are many mountains in the south, and the terrain is high in the east and west. After Moxiu crosses the sea, he will pass through the seaside towns that are already empty.

The Qinglu Sword Sect's plan is simple.

Since there are few enemies and many, and weak enemies are strong, it is inevitable to take advantage of the natural dangers of the terrain to ambush and surprise attacks.Before the army of demon cultivators reaches the hinterland of the southern land, it is necessary to weaken their combat power layer by layer and consume their willpower.

Except for the formations by the sea and the traps along the road.The first ambush that requires manpower is the 'dilemma'.

The dilemma is not a city wall, but the steepest mountain road in the southern land. The cliffs on both sides are solid rocks, towering into the sky, and there is nowhere to climb.At the narrowest part of the mountain road, only four people can walk side by side.

If you don't pass through here, you will have to detour thousands of miles.

Song Tang, who has succeeded the head of the sect, decided to arrange a formation and hide on the cliff.When Moxiu enters the mountain path, the blasting formation is activated, the ground shakes and the mountain collapses, at least it can bury more than a thousand enemies.

It's just that on such a large scale, to blow up the blasting array on the entire mountain road, it needs to be stimulated with a strong enough sword intent.

The question is, who will go?

There should not be many people going, so as not to leak their whereabouts, preferably no more than ten people.The team leader must be determined, facing the vast and boundless magic repair without fear.

One must be strong in the way of swordsmanship, one sword can cut mountains and rocks, and one man can be invincible.What's more, he must fight against the strongest in the magic army, at least hold the opponent until the mountain path completely collapses.

Selfishly speaking, Song Tang didn't want his junior brother to go. "Dilemma" means "dilemma of life and death", and it is rumored that it is the fall of a saint in the age of all saints.And the saber of that saint is exactly the Wind and Rain Sword in Zhong Shan's hand.

This coincidence made Song Tang feel heavy.

From the perspective of great benefits, the elders in the sect did not want Zhong Shan to go either.His talent is astonishing, he has comprehended the wind and rain sword, and if he has a hundred years, he will surely be able to overcome the catastrophe and become a saint.He is the future of Qinglu Sword Sect.

However, none of these can change the minds of the parties concerned.

To Song Tang, Zhong Shan said 'my sword intent is the most suitable'.To the elders who dissuaded him, Zhong Shan said, "If you don't go at this time, your Taoism will not be complete, and it will be difficult to make progress in your practice in the future." '

He led the eight elite disciples who followed him down the mountain, and took the lead to fight the first battle in the southern land.

Snow clouds had accumulated for a long time, and finally began to snow.

Accompanied by the cold wind, the sporadic snowflakes fell bigger and bigger, and soon flooded the rugged mountain road.

The young man sat cross-legged on a protruding rock.

The long sword rests across the knee.

Now, the might of the divine weapon, the Wind and Rain Sword, has long been unable to overwhelm him.No one will feel that other people see his sword first than him.

Zhong Shan sensed the slight vibration of the ground, his eyes passed through the snow curtain, and fell on the shadow under the mountain.

Shadows are coming in fast, like a black tide.

He thought, life or death?

It's not that hard if you know where to go.

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On the same snowy night, Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan had just finished a battle, or a one-sided massacre, and continued to go to Donglu.

As expected, there were constant ambushes along the way, but even though his spirit was extremely tense, Yin Biyue did not stop performing swords in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Now he has long been familiar with the moves of the Lingxiao sword, but if he wants to fight against the enemy, he will consume a lot of real energy, but his power is not as good as the cold water sword, let alone the blue sky and white sun sword.

Yin Biyue couldn't help thinking that fortunately his senior brother was by his side, so he wouldn't be anxious.Good looking is useful.

The next moment he stopped this kind of cranky thinking, because Luo Mingchuan gently shook his hand.

The two stopped in tacit agreement.

After crossing this seaside empty city and crossing the sea again, you will find Donglu.The battle just now didn't make them feel tired, they became vigilant almost at the same time.

Two breaths later, a figure appeared at the end of the empty long street.

The eyesight of the cultivator allowed Yin Biyue to see through the night that it was a monk.No age can be seen from the face, and there is no Zen stick in his hand, only a string of ebony beads.

The wind and snow and the dilapidated street scene made it even more obvious that his monk's robe was dusty, and he was no different from many monks in the world.Speaking of spirituality, it is far inferior to those Buddhist medical practitioners who come out of the mountains in troubled times to cure diseases and save lives.

The monk stopped three feet away and proclaimed the Buddha's name.Then he said, "Master Luo, please be safe."

The voice was very gentle, but when he opened his mouth, the wind and snow on the long street became strangely quiet.

Luo Mingchuan subconsciously stood in front of Yin Biyue and saluted,

"Master, it's been a long time."

His eyes were heavy and he couldn't see any joy or anger.

This greeting made Yin Biyue guess, and he couldn't help feeling tense when he saluted.

Luo Mingchuan's etiquette can't be faulted, but his attitude is very tough, "My junior brother and I are on our way in a hurry, and we don't have time to exchange pleasantries. Please forgive me, master."

The monk didn't answer, just smiled, the long street was quiet and the snow rested.The thick clouds above their heads dissipated, and the silver-like starlight fell from the sky, illuminating the remaining snow on the street corner.

A movement of the mind causes the situation to change, just like Mr. Zhang Yuan and Yu Shi once swung their sleeves and threw a lamp to change the weather in Chongming Mountain.

This is the real sub-holy means.The identity of the visitor was clear.

Jiekong Temple, Master Wuwang.

After the guess was confirmed, Yin Biyue felt Changjie's almost stagnant energy, and had a bad premonition, so he glanced at the people around him.

Luo Mingchuan knew what he wanted to ask, so he didn't avoid people and didn't transmit his voice, and explained to him sideways, "When I was a child in Qiongzhou, I happened to meet a master who went out to travel in the mountains. I began to practice the way of a gentleman. However, my mother was worried and died of depression. Then I went to the school and met you."

A few words explain the cause and effect clearly.

Wuwang said, "Benefactor Luo, after all, you have cultivated the Nine Revolutions of Tianluo and entered the path of the devil."

Luo Mingchuan's expression remained calm, "May I ask why Master came here today?"

"It doesn't matter where the poor monk came from. But where did the Yin benefactor beside you come from? Where is he going?"

Wuwang's soft gaze also gives people a sense of oppression that cannot be hidden.Faced with such a profound realm, Yin Biyue did not show any awe or timidity, "I don't understand the master's Zen and profound meaning. I can only say that I came from Cangya Xihuafeng and went to Donglu Yuxingyuan. Stop me two?"

Wu Wang asked, "Do you know who the people around you are?"

This sentence made him instantly think of the Buddhist hall of Xingshan Temple.

Yin Biyue was about to explode!

What time is this!Will my brother die if you let me go!Will it! !

Luo Mingchuan felt that he was emotionally unstable, and tugged on his sleeve.But this time Yin Biyue didn't feel the warmth of being healed, but became even more angry, "Brother, there are some things that you don't care about, but I'm not fair for you."

"Master, I don't know how many secrets you big men can count. I only know that no one is perfect. No matter how filial a child is, he will disobey his parents. No matter how loving a couple is, there will always be two days a month when they want to hack each other to death. This There are no natural saints in this world, you are treating my senior brother too harshly..."

"Because of what you said back then, my senior brother has been strict with himself for decades, cultivated the way of a gentleman, and behaved properly. How has he ever made a wrong step? You say he has become a demon, is he a demon?"

"The rhetoric of destiny and star trails is not what I believe to be true."

Being contradicted like this, Wu Wang's expression didn't change, he just asked,

"Then what's your reasoning? Why go to Meteor Abyss?"

Yin Biyue was startled.

He believes that he does not have the principle of his master's "killing people does not ask the right way, and acts only from the heart", nor does he have the noble consciousness of "going to benefit the world, life and death are dead".

So why do these things?

Suddenly there was a breeze blowing around, and I saw Luo Mingchuan's figure disappear out of nothing, Yin Biyue's outstretched hand disappeared, and watched the people around him disappear without a trace.

Panic, shock, anger, powerlessness, and the anxiety accumulated along the way, the depression in my heart reached its peak, "What did you do to my senior brother!"

I shouldn't be reasoning with monks like you!No matter how much you say, there is a soft use!

Yasheng is amazing, isn't he? !Let's fight! !

The Linyuan sword unsheathed sadly, and the shrill howl of the sword resounded through the long street!

The remnant snow on the ground was rolled up by the berserk true essence, spinning rapidly, and gathered with the momentum of the sword, like a long river rushing, a torrential flood.Yin Biyue flew in the air, stabbed straight with his sword, and appeared one foot in front of Wu Wang in an instant.

Then he had to stop, and snow fell all over his body.

The world returned to silence.

Wu Wang lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, his palms moved slightly, like parting or closing, like a lotus flower just blooming.

Lotus platform seal!

The edges of the snow clouds in the night sky were coated with golden light, and a huge micro-pressure penetrated. Yin Biyue only felt a big mountain pressing on his shoulders, and the wrist holding the sword weighed more than a thousand catties.

Can't get in.

Just a simple Buddha seal turned the ordinary-looking monk into a Buddha with Dharma-like eyes.

How can the sword in the world beat the Buddha in the sky?

At the same moment, in Luo Mingchuan's world, it was Yin Biyue who disappeared out of thin air.

Wu Wang said, "Tianluo Jiuzhuan also has half of the origin of Buddhism after all. Donor Luo must know that Buddhas and demons are only in one thought."

Luo Mingchuan said coldly, "If I want to become a Buddha, I will become a Buddha, and if I want to become a demon, I will become a demon. Where do I go, don't bother Master!"

After finishing speaking, his hands were flying, which was no different from Wu Wang's movements, and the two identical lotus seals collided with each other!

Like thunder falling into the field, the houses on both sides of the long street exploded one after another, and the smoke and dust filled the sky, straight into the sky.

Yin Biyue sensed the subtle changes in Changjie's Qi. Although he didn't know what happened, it didn't prevent him from seizing the opportunity.

After the sword's momentum suddenly converged, the angle changed abruptly. This sword was not powerful, but it was extremely fast.The afterimage flew by, and the sword's edge finally pierced through the phantom of the lotus platform!

Wu Wang didn't seem to move at all, but the long sword passed by the edge of the monk's robe on his left shoulder, without even touching the corner of his clothes.

Yin Biyue knew that this was because the other party's realm had touched the law of space, which was far faster than his 'Treading Mountains and Rivers' agility.

Without waiting for him to change his sword again, he only heard Wu Wang yell, "Xinghe is sinking!"

Since the monk opened his mouth tonight, his tone has always been as flat as chanting scriptures, but at this moment he suddenly yelled, it was like a silver bottle suddenly breaking, and an ancient bell chirping mournfully!

Inexplicably, Yin Biyue subconsciously changed the path of the true essence, lowered his wrist and swung his sword, and cut off the Buddhist beads in Wu Wang's hand.The sharp sword energy shot out, the bluestone slabs on the long street cracked, and the golden light on the edge of the snow cloud was cut inch by inch.

When he came back to his senses, he had already used the first form of the Lingxiao Sword Art - Xinghe Shen.

Fourteen Buddhist beads scattered from Wu Wang's wrist, and shot in all directions, sealing off all his escape routes, and shouted at the same time, "Hai Chao Sheng!"

The Linyuan sword was raised from the bottom up, and there were thousands of piles of snow on the long street, accompanied by the whistling of the new wind, the echoes were like surging waves, and the turbulent waves crashed on the shore.

The city is close to the coast, and not far from the calm sea, it seems to be stirred by a hurricane at this moment, and the waves float into the sky in an instant.

Fourteen Buddha beads were submerged by the wind and snow, like a lone boat swaying in the sea.Wu Wang's handprints changed continuously, retreating three feet at a time, and shouted, "Mountains fall!"

The Linyuan sword went forward without hesitation, and it was slashed down with the force of the landslide.

There are three moves in the Lingxiao Sword Jue, the galaxy sinks, the sea tide rises, and the mountains fall.

Just like the thirty-thousand-mile east of the river enters the sea, and the five-thousand-mile mountain rises to the sky.

After the three tricks, Yin Biyue seemed to have entered some kind of wonderful realm, where his true energy was surging and running extremely smoothly.

Linyuan Sword and his heart are connected, follow the heart's desire, and the sword has its own power.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems that he is no longer on the long street, there is no wind and snow in front of him, and there are no monks.Sometimes happy, sometimes empty.

I only heard someone ask, "What is your reasoning?"

"I like this world, so I must protect it."

"It's like I like senior brother, so I want to be with him!"

"This is my reasoning!"

So simple, it's almost unreasonable.

"Whoa-"

Wuwang was pierced through Linyuan's heart veins, like a mirror image shattered.

Yin Biyue suddenly came back to his senses, and looked again. It turned out that there had never been any cracked bluestone slabs, no smoke, dust, and snow.

It was the first time I met Long Street.The night was quiet and the stars were faint.Brothers and monks stood in front of him.

It was just a battle, only in the Wuwang meditation state.

"It's good, the way is as simple as it is. Congratulations to the benefactor Yin for breaking the Mahayana."

After saying this sentence, the monk's face quickly turned gray and old, as if decades of vitality had passed away in one breath.

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan saluted, "Thank you, master."

Wuwang proclaimed the Buddha's name, turned around calmly, and took a step towards the academy, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Yin Biyue understood at this time that this battle was neither a victory nor a victory, nor a decision of life or death.

A sub-sage used the Buddhist lion's roar to break through the confusion for him, and he broke through the situation with the Lingxiao sword, and only then did he truly understand the power of Linyuan, the magic weapon.

This is his way of fighting.