"Invulnerable to all evils … … invulnerable to all evils … …"
The wish he had made when he was young, the pursuit of which he did not fear. There had been setbacks, injuries, comprehending the sword under the waterfall, becoming the Eldest Disciple, drinking wine with Zuo Shidi under the moon, the orders of the sect … …
Such a powerful sword xiu!
The complicated matters of the mortal world, the matters that he felt helpless about, seemed so minuscule and insignificant.
Wei Sheng did not stop him. He had nothing. Only his eyes grew brighter in the fiendish mist, filled with joy. That was joy from the bottom of his heart.
He thought of Eldest Shixiong. Thinking that if he was not in the sect, Eldest Shixiong would most likely be treated coldly in the future, his mood instantly became low.
Why?
If Yi Zheng's mind was clear at this time, his face would be ashen white in shock. But at this time, his gaze was completely attracted by the eerie battle in front of him.
The signs of his ling power going out of control instantly disappeared.
Was it … …
He was just an insignificant person in the sect. He did not know how long it would take for the sect to react after he disappeared.
The fiendish soul scorpion shattered into dozens of pieces without warning and fell to the ground. The incision was smooth. Even that pair of indestructible pincers were dismembered into multiple pieces.
In the fiendish mist, he unconsciously advanced.
It was like a silent shout, like an angry roar.
Ling power suddenly flooded out of his dried up meridians like springs. Everywhere this new ling power passed, the places where his meridians were injured were like withered trees in spring, and immediately glowed with vitality.
The sword xiu's expression was dazed as though he was suffering from hysteria. His movements were slow, his gaze was wooden … …
Yi Zheng kept muttering to himself. Beads of sweat could be seen on his smooth forehead. He had only been in this patch of mist for three days, but in these three days, his heart beat rapidly and he was extremely terrified. He was a dhyana xiu and was most sensitive to evil and fiendish things. But this patch of fiendish mist in front of him was endless. The fiendish energy was so heavy it was unimaginable.
When all of Wei Sheng's meridians were filled with ling power, the new ling power started to move towards his dantian.
There was no place to run, no place to hide.
A pure dream, a pure pursuit, a wish made by a child under the stars.
Relying on his strong defense, he was able to survive in this patch of mist until now.
Fortunately, his Prajna Dhyana Body naturally restrained these evil beings. Although he was in a sorry state along the way, he was not injured. However, he didn't dare to relax in the slightest. This was an extremely dangerous place. Even the ancient records of the sect didn't have any records of it. The extremely dangerous things that were born here would definitely be terrifying.
The sword cultivator looked confused and showed no signs of waking up.
The black sword in his hand was covered in a layer of faint light.
However, to be able to meet a cultivator in such a dangerous place, Yi Zheng already felt that his luck was pretty good.
Yi Zheng swallowed his saliva with difficulty. His gaze seemed to be glued to her, and he could not look away no matter what. It was not because of the strength of the scorpion, but because of the strangeness of the scene.
Yes, his dream was to cultivate the sword.
An inexplicable sense of relief floated into his heart, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared without a trace. Wei Sheng looked at the child under the starry sky in a daze. A smile crept up the corner of his mouth, and warmth was stuffed into his chest.
Once he saw the situation clearly, Yi Zheng was no longer anxious. He was thinking about how he should greet the other party later. He scratched his head. This was his first time going down the mountain, so he had no experience at all.
After a while, the battle still had not finished. This time, Yi Zheng saw that something was not right.
The sounds of battle became clearer.
Yi Zheng could not detect the sword essence of the sword xiu at all. At this time, he was full of admiration for the strength of this sword xiu. It wasn't that he had never encountered sword xiu before, but it was the first time he had seen such a powerful sword xiu. Also, the other's age seemed to be about the same as his own. So young, but with such terrifying strength. He definitely was a proud disciple of some large sword xiu sect.
He carefully walked closer. When he saw the scorpion clearly, he couldn't help but inhale sharply. A body over three zhang tall, a pair of large pincers like doors. Yi Zheng felt his scalp prickle. If he was swept by these large pincers, even his Wisdom Dhyana Body would not be able to withstand it.
Whoosh.
The distant and unfamiliar memories of his childhood suddenly floated into his mind. Some reasons that he had already forgotten, and pure thoughts that he had forgotten, were like swallowtail seeds that broke out of their shells, starting to germinate and grow.
Every time the fiend soul scorpion's large pincers were about to tear him in half, the slow movements of the sword xiu would suddenly become light and nimble, and narrowly block the vicious pincers. The stunned expression of the sword xiu, the slow and wooden reactions, and the sudden nimbleness and nimbleness formed a strong contrast. It felt very strange.
A sword shadow appeared behind Wei Sheng.
Yi Zheng channeled his scripture and only then did he dare to look at the field again.
The sword shadow went from blurry to clear, and continuously grew. In a short span of ten breaths, the sword shadow grew to dozens of zhang tall.
He had never thought that an ordinary sect mission would bring him to such a ghastly place. Many times, he had thought that he had come to the Avici Hell that only appeared in the records. Fortunately, he had worked hard in his cultivation these past years. Adding on the careful teaching of Eldest Shixiong, his combat ability was not strong, but his body was made of steel. No one could compare to him.
Apparition!
Why was it like this?
He quickly saw a man and a fiend soul scorpion fighting fiercely.
Subduing yao and mo?
Why … … why … …
The navy blue monk robes on his body were in tatters. His footsteps staggered, without any of the etiquette that the sect usually taught him. But at this time, who would care about etiquette?
A seed was silently planted in the heart of the child.
He opened his eyes. His gaze was clear without any impurities.
Yi Zheng was daring and careful. His mind moved. He waited for a while. Seeing that the situation did not improve, he thought for a moment and then started to chant in a low voice.
In the past, he had never understood why Eldest Shixiong insisted that he cultivate the [Great Wisdom Dhyana Body]. Only now did he understand the power of this dhyana skill. A circle of Sanskrit characters spun around his body. The corrosive power of the fiendish mist did not reach his body.
Thunder roared in the fiendish mist. Thousands of fiend soul beasts howled in unison. The blood red sky seemed to boil.
Countless images fused together and suddenly turned into a huge net that enveloped him from head to toe.
Was this a disciple of Kun Lun?
Yi Zheng was disheveled.
Yi Zheng released a breath inside. He put his gaze back on the person and scorpion that were fighting. After a while, the shock on his face grew. He looked at this sword xiu like he had seen a ghost. Previously, he had thought that sword xiu were in danger and could be destroyed at any time. Now that he saw clearly, he found to his shock that there seemed to be an invisible adhesive force between the black swords of this sword xiu. The vicious fiend soul scorpion was like a puppet that was pulled by countless strings and struggled in this invisible force.
Yi Zheng was shocked. He recognized the origins of this scorpion. Fiend soul beast. This was a fiend soul beast, a vicious being that was born from the fiendish mist! Before, he had been worried that the vicious things that were born in this land of extreme danger would be extraordinary. But when he saw this Fiend Soul Scorpion, he knew just how powerful the vicious things that were born in this land of extreme danger would be!
A wave of anger suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. He was like a trapped beast that struggled futilely.
The fiendish mist around him seemed to be pushed away by a great power and moved away from Wei Sheng, disappearing in a blink.
Yes, it was because he liked it.
A seven or eight year old child was sleeping in the grass. He raised his head to look at the light that streaked across the sky. His young voice was full of shock. "So beautiful!"
The scorpion's opponent was a sword xiu. Even though the black sword that reached his chest was more like a saber, Yi Zheng could see at a glance that the other was a sword xiu, and a very proper one.
The net tightened and wrapped around him. He felt he could not breathe. A strong feeling of suffocation filled his body. He was like a fish in a net. The more he struggled, the tighter the net became.
Don't joke around. Yi Zheng knew his own weight. He thought it was a miracle that he had not been injured even now. Right now, he could only hope that the news of his disappearance would quickly reach the sect and the sect would quickly send people to rescue him. In reality, deep in his heart, he knew that the hope was very slim.
He shouted himself hoarse and seemed to be wailing.
The ling power that came out was endless. In a short period of time, his ling power recovered to its peak state. But the ling power that came out did not show any signs of stopping. They continuously flooded Wei Sheng's meridians and filled every inch of space in his meridians.
Other than Avici Hell, Yi Zheng could not think of any other place that would be so vicious.
Not long after he walked, the sound of intense battle came from the front. Yi Zheng was startled awake. After a moment of shock, he was overjoyed and ran barefooted towards the sound.
The dream was so real as though it was within reach, yet so far away like the reflection of the moon on the water. Yet at this time, Wei Sheng was dumbstruck. He looked dazedly at the child.
Why … … why … …
Countless scenes flashed in front of Wei Sheng's eyes, but they were so clear.
I just want to cultivate the sword … …
In a blur, he dreamed of a starry sky. In the watery night, the sky was filled with stars. A light wind blew through the empty wilderness. The light blue swallowtail grass fluttered lightly in the wind.
Suddenly, something in his heart seemed to break open and something else came out.
After a few glances, Yi Zheng felt his ling power surge violently and showed signs of losing control. He paled. If ling power was said to be peaceful and upright, dhyana xiu were blessed by the heavens. But he lost control of his ling power just because he watched other people fight?
Terrifying sword essence!
Yi Zheng gaped at everything happening in front of him and even forgot to chant.
My good Buddha!
Under the enormous sword shadow, Wei Sheng stood tall.
The child jumped out of the grass. The wind blew past his face and revealed his gem-like eyes.
The tip of his sword pointed at the sky without any signs of stopping. It pierced through the fiendish mist as though it was going to pierce the sky.
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