Shinto monks in modern times

Sword cultivators are a very special and rare group.

Thousands of monks have thousands of qualities, but sword cultivators, although there are various differences, are all the same.

Cultivating the sword also cultivates the mind.

Upright, unyielding, sharp-edged.

It was the first time that Feng Yi looked at Song Shi with such a fiery brilliance.In the past, Shenxiu was always elegant, calm, and even careless, but now, he is tightly locked on Song Shi's location without taking his eyes off it.

It has to be said that for the group of sword cultivators, men always look forward to and yearn for such a masculine fighting style, and Feng Yi is not immune.

There was a sharp light on the ancient and simple sword, and the sealed talisman on it circulated endlessly, setting off the sword in a majestic manner. The sword buzzed continuously, and he was so excited that he was about to drink Bi Fang's blood.

Such ancient beasts in myths and legends have not appeared in the world for a long time.

And what a precious opportunity to be able to stand with it when it appears in the world!

Song Shi's blood was boiling, but the Lingtai was extremely clear. The sword and claws met, and the sound sounded like gold and iron horses. The bright and bright cave suddenly seemed cramped.

The fight was too fierce, and others couldn't intervene at all, and they couldn't intervene either.

On one side were Liuhuo and Qiongqi, and on the other side were Feng Yi and his party. They were in a state of confrontation, and no one acted rashly.

Not an enemy, not a friend.

Feng Yi understood clearly that the two demon cultivators on the opposite side were still under the control of Bi Fang, and they would not turn against them unless their own side had an absolute advantage.

Chenzhang held his purple gold gourd steady; Qingyuan took out the ruler and waited solemnly.In addition to these two spiritual cultivators who already knew the magic weapon, others also took out their favorite ones. Yun Rong held a delicate red hydrangea, Chen Xu's looked like a plate, and Ye Ye took out a few pieces of lingering lightning. As for the talisman, Kong Ling's fan is made of immature feathers, which he replaced by visual inspection.

Needless to say, Feng Yi, the small golden umbrella was placed in front of her body, and the tip of the umbrella pointed straight ahead like a spear.

The seven people stood on both sides of the door. If Bi Fang wanted to fly out, he would have to bear these blows in an instant.Everyone can see clearly that Bi Fang is a bird, and his flying posture is flexible and tricky. Now he has used his claws, beak and wings to the fullest. If he goes outside the cave and has enough space and height, Song Shi's situation may be even more difficult. .

The lack of progress for a long time made Bi Fang anxious. Such a small existence can support such a long time. He is really useless. No wonder the master doesn't want him!

Bi Fang's attacks became more and more violent, but his tricks gradually became chaotic.

Feng Yi narrowed her eyes slightly.

Shenxiu could see clearly that the black aura gradually grew and lingered between the feathers of the big blue bird, quietly, slowly but firmly, full of the power of the devil.

According to Liuhuo and Qiongqi, after the real Langhuan left, Bi Fang fell silent and slept all year round, until one day he wanted to use the power of the formation to create an illusion and devoured many ghosts.

During the fierce battle, Song Shi's gaze became sharper. He was not as good as Bi Fang in terms of cultivation, but the constraints of space on him were smaller. At a certain moment when Bi Fang's movements were messy, the sword light was dazzling!

A sword.

The gloomy cave was as bright as day, the sword energy split the air, and severed off Bi Fang's right wing!

Bi Fang's mournful cry resounded through the sky. He seemed to have regained his sanity, his eyes turned from scarlet to the original pitch black, and he shouted hoarsely: "Kill...kill me! Quick!"

Qiongqi asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you?" The little white cat wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Liuhuo.The goblin, who seemed to be at ease all this time, frowned: "It's not right."

Countless black air visible to the naked eye surged around Bi Fang's feathers and penetrated into his feathers. It was creepy and at the same time he dared not go forward. Song Shi was still panting, but subconsciously raised his head to look at Feng Yi. The people looked at each other, countless rays of light flowed in the two pairs of eyes, and in the next second, a golden phantom flashed just right beside Bi Fang, who was constantly thumping, and accurately stretched out a hand made of misty golden light, to meet Big Bird. Harmful and dense black air touches each other.

"Here~" The teeth-gritting voice rang out, as if something had been corroded, but the golden figure was calm and unafraid, and slowly merged into it.

The black air and the golden light confronted each other, and the former slowly lost ground. A voice screamed frantically: "I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

This sound is composed of thousands of voices, and the mixture is breathtaking. The low-level monks even fell into a stupor for a few seconds, and they were slaughtered for a few seconds.

Liu Huo heaved a long sigh, he had already figured out that this was the ghost swallowed by Bi Fang.

The soul was devoured, but it did not completely become a part of Bi Fang, but kept a little consciousness and desire for revenge. This desire was so strong that they united together, dormant for hundreds of years, waiting all the time The timing of backlash.

Now that I think about it, Bi Fang's temper is getting weirder and his behavior is getting more and more absurd, I'm afraid it's driven by this force.

Devil?retribution?

Cause and effect are the two ends of things and depend on each other.

The golden phantom has been fully integrated, the black air is much smaller but still surging, and is still trying to grow, Bi Fang mourns softly, the blood of the ancient divine beast gushes out along the broken wings, Feng Yi's face is pale, and the emptiness exuding a hazy light Shadow appeared again, repeating the actions just now.

Song Shi supported Feng Yi, and carefully placed his head on his shoulder, unable to hide his worry: "How are you?"

Liu Huo picked up the little white cat, and said admiringly: "There are only two incarnations in the Jindan period's divine way." When it is time to break it, it will be broken. This style makes him very fond of it.

Everyone suddenly realized.

The phantom exuding golden light was originally the unique incarnation of Shinto monks, condensed by real power, and in terms of function, it is much stronger than many magic weapons.

Now that they lost two at a time, Feng Yi's vitality was seriously injured.

The ghost energy erodes the incarnation, but it will not spread to the body. This is the only way to deal with the current situation. The influence of the divine way on the ghost is not comparable to that of other monks.

——Whether it is to make ghosts exist or disappear.

The black energy was forced to disappear continuously until it was completely exhausted, Bi Fang showed a grateful expression, there was not much nostalgia left in his eyes, it was full of relief.This ancient beast didn't look at Liuhuo and Qiongqi, but closed its eyes. Maybe his heart is too small, and it has only its master Langhuan from the beginning to the end.With Bi Fang's last will, the fiery red demon pill flew out of his body, and stopped in front of Feng Yi, spinning around, emitting a magnificent halo.

Yun Rong, who was observing meticulously, suddenly covered her lips, and said hesitantly, "The first incarnation was not manipulated by Feng Yi, was it?" Arm, according to inference, should only be able to do it in actual combat.

The demon pill reflected Feng Yi's complexion much ruddy. He stretched out his slender fingers, tapped the demon pill, pocketed it, and stood up straight.

Song Shi saw that he was still in good spirits, so he glanced at the girl in his busy schedule and nodded.

In addition to divine cultivation, those who can also summon avatars...

God!

The monks all gasped.

Kong Ling spoke bluntly: "You guys knew each other hundreds of years ago...I didn't expect that you would also believe in God in Song Dynasty!" ←The little peacock did not say this sentence anyway.

Hundreds of years!

The monks who were hit by a thunder again were dumbfounded.

Song Shi said coldly: "What's none of your business?" Jianxiu's sharp eyes ran over everyone, and everyone subconsciously looked away to avoid staring at him, and then they heard Shenxiu's lazy voice: "The gambling on the forum , I won. Please be a witness.”

Chen Xu asked blankly, "What?"

Ye Ye showed a bloody expression after being stunned: "Why did Song Shi stay on the disk on the earth! I have placed a bet on Wuliang Tianzun!"

The little fat man then patted his chest, gloating again: "Fortunately, I don't play much, hehe, the elders of some sects are about to bleed profusely."

Chenzhang and Qingyuan glared at him at the same time.

——It has the same effect as not calling yourself.

Bi Fang has lost all vitality, completely.

Over the years, he has been thinking of his master who will never look back. He is too tired, and now he can finally rest.I have done good and I have done evil, ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

Liuhuo and Qiongqi disposed of Bi Fang's body and belongings, packed up their scattered things, and led a group of people to an inconspicuous mountain peak.

"Here is the formation eye," Qiongqi scratched the ground with his paws, looking unhappy, "Take out the token you snatched last time as a medium."

Too lazy to argue with him, Feng Yi took out the token with the four characters of "Langhuan Blessed Land", did not inject spiritual power, but delivered the heavy token to Song Shi.

Jianxiu opened his eyes wide in surprise, Feng Yi looked doting and smiled: "You should also learn how to be a housekeeper."

Song Shi blushed instantly.

The atmosphere is so ambiguous, if you don't see anything, you will be stupid.The eyes of the monks fluttered, and the blushing of the high-cold swordsman was no match for the other party having a Taoist companion. Suddenly, he felt that as a single turtle, was there such a failure in life? !

Under Liuhuo's guidance, Song Shi took control of the hub of the Immortal Mansion, and this blessed Land of Langhuan finally showed its original appearance.

Since it is the residence of Daoist Langhuan, it is naturally elegant and meticulous.There are complete yards, living rooms, and gardens, as well as alchemy pavilions, classic books rooms, and retreat centers.

The days in the illusion were too stressful and exciting, but now that they are relaxed, many people expressed that they want to have a good sleep and refresh their spirits.

At night, the moon is like a hook.

The sky curtain reflects the scene of the outside world, and this ingenious arrangement is enough to confuse the real with the fake.

Liu Huo said that in order to inherit the Dongfu, Master Lang Huan originally prepared the three tests of body training, heart training and soul training, but unfortunately, Bi Fang wanted to do an illusion and ruined all of these.

Feng Yi and Song Shi walked in the spiritual grass field.

There is a tall tree with luxuriant foliage beside the field. Bi Fang once favored this place the most, and now his body is buried under the tree.

As the owner of the cave, Song Shi's mind moved, and the bright moonlight gathered into a bunch, illuminating the trees clearly.

Feng Yi said slowly: "Come out."

There was no movement.

Under the moonlight, Shenxiu's face showed a kind of sharp indifference: "Get out before you die, and hide in the hidden magic way." The black air surged again.