Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

Bai Xiaotang was stunned.

She looked at the elegant and handsome young man beside her, and for some reason, she suddenly felt that there was something different about him.

"Little Martial Uncle... Thank you."

White Sugar bowed his head and said.

Sikong Jianli showed a smile and said: "Needless to say thank you, you are right, since you have joined the Qiongyu Sword Sect, this is my home. You... are also my family, and I cannot abandon you either."

With that said, he sat down cross-legged.

"Bai Sha Tang, take care of my body."

Then a illusory figure appeared on his body, flying out like a primordial spirit.

Sword twenty-three!

Although Bai Granang didn't understand what kind of exercise he was using, he could guess that his physical body was extremely weak at the moment.

Therefore, she clenched her sword tightly and stood in front of her.

Uncle De also came to the side.

I saw that the primordial soul phantom transformed by Sikong Jianli, like the speed of the wind, pierced through the monsters in an instant at a speed that was almost invisible to the human eye.

The whole body of these monsters trembled, as if pierced through by the sword intent, and they all fell to the ground.

Zhou Yimo, who was fighting with Cheng Xiaocheng in mid-air, observed the changes in this sword platform, his eyes froze for a moment, and he shouted in amazement: "Swordsmanship of Yangshen Realm!"

Xuan Ci and the others on Bodhi Cliff also frowned slightly.

"Daoist Qing Hui, could it be that this person is your reliance."

Xuanci looked at the opposite side, "The Yangshen Realm swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary, but his cultivation base is too low, even if he can kill the monster for a while, how long can he last?"

Xuan Ji said coldly at the side: "The soul is not yet completed, and the sword is forcibly controlled, but it is only a dead end."

The disciples of the aristocratic family didn't know why, so they looked at Abbot Xuanci and Qing Hui who was sitting quietly.

The blue-robed Taoist looked calm and unmoved.

"Master Abbot, what Pindao relies on is not this person, but the general trend of the world."

He raised his eyes to the sky, and said pointedly, "You can take advantage of the great Jin Dynasty's advocacy of Buddha and suppression of Dao to suppress my spiritual pivot view, and now the poor Daoist will take advantage of the great power of heaven to counterpress you. This is Cause and effect is also a burden!"

As soon as this remark came out,

Xuanci couldn't help showing a serious face.

They couldn't understand what Daoist Qinghui meant.

Little did they know that Zhang Ming had already thought through the matter of Lu Xueqing just now.

According to the reminder when signing in, she is a daughter of a plane, with a combination of heaven and luck, and it is impossible to be killed at will.

And Zhan Hong is also the son of the plane, so how could he die in the attack of the Scarlet Flame Demon Sect.

This kind of person is destined to be strong when encountering the strong, and after going through hardships and narrow escapes, he will soar into the sky in the end!

This... is the general trend of heaven!

Now this Xuanci pretends to be smart, and wants to use the life and death of Qingquan, Lu Xueqing and Zhanhong as the content of the bet with him, which is to make an enemy of the Dao of Heaven.

Under the general trend, could Xiaohanshan Temple save the sky?

Therefore, the principle of bearing the burden of this door, as mentioned before, is not limited to people, but also the earth and the sky.

The three of them are the lords of heaven!

It's a pity that Xuanci and others couldn't understand at all, they could only continue to look at Qiongyu Mountain with puzzled eyes.

Zhou Yimo shook Cheng Xiaocheng back with a palm, and then suddenly rushed to the position of Zhu Xian's sword platform.

Sikong's Yuanhun noticed it, and immediately transformed into a sword, stabbing straight at it.

"Hehe! Even if you have a small skill, you dare to make an axe!"

Zhou Yimo's body swayed, and a phantom of a pitch-black mountain appeared on his body, rolling over with a rumble.

boom--

The sword edge pierced the mountain and broke into countless pieces.

At the same time, Sikong Jianli, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

He opened his eyes, looked up at Zhou Yimo very weakly, and said disappointedly: "Bai Shatang, I... can't protect you."

Uncle De asked worriedly, "Master, how are you doing?"

Bai Granang held the sword tightly, stood in front of him, and said resolutely: "Sikong is polite, then let me protect you now. Unless I die... Otherwise, no one can hurt you!"

She had only said this to Zhan Hong.

Now, there is one more.

On Sikong Jianli's pale face, he couldn't help but burst into a bright smile.

"Uncle De, take her to break through."

Liu Sande was shocked, shook his head and said: "Master, I have received the order from the master to protect you! Since you are not afraid of death, what should I be afraid of as an old man?"

As he said that, he stood beside Bai Shatang and looked into the air together.

Zhou Yimosen cast a cold glance at the few people, and said with a smile: "I never thought that everyone in the Qiongyu Sword Sect is not afraid of death!"

He pulled his hands, and black black heavy water appeared in his palms.

This blow has the strength of a life-shaping state. If it comes down, Bai Shatang and Uncle De won't be able to resist it at all.

However, the two showed no fear.

At this time, there is only war!

At this critical moment, Third Elder Cheng Xiaocheng suddenly flew out from behind.

"Zhou Yimo! Don't hurt my apprentice!"

She sternly shouted, stretched out her crutch, and turned it into a flying sword light, piercing Zhou Yimo's back of the head.

"Hmph, really stubborn!"

Zhou Yimo snorted coldly, turned his body around, and hit the crutch with black black heavy water.

"Old guy, give up resistance!"

He stepped forward in the air, and the black mountains that appeared on his body suddenly condensed a little bit, manifesting into a human-shaped phantom.

Cheng Xiaocheng's expression changed: "This is... the secret method of the Yang God Realm!"

The technique used by Yimo this week is an attack secret technique that is somewhat similar to Sword Twenty-Three.

She couldn't help recalling her crutches and laying down layers of real energy barriers in front of her.

However, in the next second, the black figure flickered over like a ghost, passing through the real essence barrier directly.

On that faceless face, a pair of dark eyes suddenly opened.

Cheng Xiaocheng hastily swung his crutches into a curtain of swords.

However, the black figure approached all of a sudden and punched her body.

There was no damage on the surface of her body, but her body was boiling like a burning mountain, and her energy was burning rapidly.

"puff."

She couldn't hold it any longer, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell down holding the crutches.

Zhou Yimo was clumsy and didn't use it, but now he made a great effort with one move, and in an instant, he severely injured Cheng Xiaocheng.

However, he didn't take advantage of the situation to pursue, but turned around and aimed at the four people in the Zhuxian sword stage.

"Cheng Xiaocheng! Since you insist on protecting your apprentices, Zhou will kill them right in front of you!"

As he said that, he took a step forward, and the black mysterious water on his body jumped out like a swimming dragon.

Cheng Xiaocheng, who fell into the group of monsters, tried his best to drive the crutches to force the monsters around him back, showing despair.

"Zhou Yimo! You... how dare you!"

However, she could only cry out weakly, as if her body was being burned by fire, she could no longer help.

"Devil, I will kill you!"

Bai Shatang clenched his teeth and drove the long sword out.

Uncle De also condensed one after another of true energy, followed by the long sword, and attacked the opponent.

However, Zhou Yimo just waved his hand lightly, and Feijian and Zhenyuan were smashed into pieces by Heixuan Heavy Water.

"An ant may shake a tree, it's beyond its control!"

Zhou Yimo laughed lightly, and then he protruded out the black mysterious heavy water like a dragon, and swept the two of them out.

Bai Shatang and Uncle De were seriously injured in an instant, and fell to the two sides of Zhu Xian's sword platform.

Sikong summoned his strength and shouted: "Scarlet Fire Demon Sect, Elder Qing Hui will not let you go!"

Zhou Yimo laughed: "You mean Qing Hui? You don't know that he went to Xiaohanshan Temple, right? It's arrogant to try to challenge one of the three sects and seventeen sects by himself! Do you think he can come back alive?"

As soon as these words came out, Sikong Jianli, Bai Shatang and others all changed their expressions.

"What did you say? Elder Qing Hui..."

"He went to Xiaohanshan Temple alone!"

They couldn't believe it.

However, in the next second, Sikong shook his head and said with a smile: "So what if it's Xiaohanshan Temple? Since Elder Qing Hui dares to challenge alone, he will surely come back with a big victory! When the time comes, you Scarlet Fire Demon Sect, None of them can escape!"

Zhou Yimo's eyes darkened slightly, and he couldn't help but think of the terrifying Taoist he met before.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the Scarlet Flame Demon Sect has already suffered too many stumbles in this person's hands.

Zhou Yimo waved his hand to envoy Heixuan Chongshui, and snorted: "Whether he can come back, you can't see it!"

Saying that, the black flood dragon rushed towards Sikong to salute.

Cheng Xiaocheng, who was trapped in the group of monsters, could only shout anxiously at the top of his lungs: "No!"

One by one monsters took the opportunity to attack, causing her to vomit blood uncontrollably, seeing the moment when she died.

The Qiongyu Sword Sect is also about to be wiped out.

However, no one noticed that when Sikong Jianli mentioned the word "Qinghui", the scruffy young man sitting quietly behind him twitched his eyebrows, as if he was about to wake up.

Heixuan heavy water pounced down like a beast.

Sikong couldn't help closing his eyes when he saw the salute, the actual gap was too big, at this moment, the only thing left was death.

"Hateful, I...too weak!"

However, at this critical moment, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

At the same time, a sword intent shot up into the sky!

boom--

The flood dragon transformed from Heixuan heavy water was suddenly struck by the sword intent, and its head was split into thousands of water droplets.

Zhou Yimo's face darkened: "Who?!"

Sikong Jianli opened his eyes, and looked back subconsciously, only to see a faint smile on the unshaven young man.

"Thank you for protecting me."

While speaking, the aura on his body was getting higher and higher.

Body quenching state, Qi nourishing state, Yuan condensing state, Unity state, Life shaping state...

It wasn't until the peak of the Life Shaping Realm that the aura stopped steadily.

Then, the sloppy young man shook his head regretfully, and then waved his sleeves outward.

Immediately, a sword light flew out like a long river, and in an instant, one turned into two, two turned into four, four turned into eight, eight turned into sixteen...

In the blink of an eye, the sky was full of sword lights.

Sign in to Sword Art—Wan Jian Jue!

Only the sword light swept across the world, invincible, and the strong energy was like the earth splitting and the sky collapsing!

Cheng Xiaocheng, who was seriously injured and dying, saw a group of monsters that had already bitten in front of him, and was pierced by sword energy in an instant.

Then, they shook their bodies and fell to the ground.

At the same time, there was also a disciple of the Qiongyu Sword Sect on Yijianping, all of whom froze in place.

They watched helplessly as the monsters were torn into pieces in the rain-like sword energy.

"This is……"

"Look! It's Senior Brother Zhanhong!"

"Really... Brother Zhanhong really saved us! Qiongyu... Qiongyu Sword Sect is saved!"

The disciples shouted excitedly.

Among them was a disciple with slender cheeks, who was Yuan Tianshu who had laughed at Zhan Hong. At this time, his face was covered with blood, and his eyes were full of shock and shame.

If it wasn't for this sword energy sweeping over just now, his neck would have been bitten off by that monster.

And now the one who saved him... turned out to be...

Cheng Xiaocheng also tried his best to look up.

I saw the ragged young man with a beard looking at the world calmly.

Zhou Yimo's eyes were terrified, and he asked, "You... who are you!?"

He has been in charge of the Sparrow Hall for many years, and he has already known all the strongmen of the Qiongyu Sword Sect, but there is no such person in the list of the life-shaping realm!

Isn't it the Life Shaping Realm, but...

He looked at it carefully again, and immediately felt that the appearance of this person was somewhat familiar.

At this moment, the slovenly young man rubbed his head and said with a smile: "Who am I? Yes, my name is Zhan Hong, an abandoned disciple of the Qiongyu Sword Sect, and now I am a Taoist sweeper in the Lingshu temple. Not worth the name."

Zhou Yimo's eyes were fixed: "Lingshu Temple! Sweep Taoists!"

He was a little surprised.

The other party actually came from the Spiritual Pivot Temple! The aura of this person is already at the peak of the Life Shaping Realm, and with his current strength on the surface, it is simply not enough to compete with it.

At this time, Qiongyu Sword Sect's disciples also surrounded Zhuxian Sword Stage one by one.

Most of the monster beasts died.

The disciples of Snake Hall, who were watching coldly, couldn't sit still any longer, and tightened their encirclement towards Zhuxian Sword Terrace.

However, they were also a little frightened, for fear that the sloppy young man in the middle would swing his sword again.

...

Xiaohanshan Temple, on Bodhi Cliff.

Abbot Xuanci was well-informed, carefully looked at the young man in his eyes, and couldn't help sighing: "Amitabha, he is a rare enlightened person in a thousand years, and once enlightened, he can directly change his life! Lingshu Temple is really full of talents! "

When the children of the aristocratic family heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

Enlightened person?

Once an epiphany, straight to shape life?

What is this thing, why have they never heard of it.

After a while, one person suddenly realized and patted his head and said: "Brothers, I have seen it in an ancient book. It is said that there is a kind of practitioners in this world. They don't practice skills or dharma, but directly study the Dao! "

"Just like the Buddhist school, there is a story about sitting under the bodhi tree for forty-nine days, seeing the nature of the mind, realizing the great enlightenment, and cultivating the golden body of the Buddha in a short time."

"There are also Taoist sects who realize the Tao overnight and soar in the daytime!"

He recalled while talking.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel astonished in their eyes. There is such a thing in this world? !

Zhang Ming under the bodhi tree couldn't help smiling.

"Daoist Qing Hui!"

"I want to imitate the patriarch of Lingshuguan, recite Taoism scriptures, understand the way of swordsmanship, and walk the road of enlightenment and spiritual enlightenment."

"Since you said that there is a way ahead, no matter how difficult it is, some people have gone down it..."

"Then why can't I try?"

"..."

Zhanhong's words are still in his ears.

If you seek the Tao, you will seek the Tao.

He trekked all the way, walking all the way from the Lingshu temple, measuring the world with his feet, and comprehending the way of nature.

Later, he came to Qiongyu Mountain to observe Zhu Xian's sword platform, and sat for five days to see the sword intent of Zhu Xian and Killing Xian.

Now, he finally realized the Tao amidst the ups and downs.

These seem ordinary, but only those who have really walked this road understand how difficult it is.

In the past, there was a patriarch of Lingshuguan who had recited scriptures for thirty years, and once he suddenly realized, he broke through seven realms with a mortal body.

Today there is a sloppy young man called Zhan Hong, who rebuilt his skills and devoted himself to seeking the Tao. When the Qiongyu Sword Sect was wiped out, he broke through five realms in a row, climbed to the pinnacle of the life-shaping realm, and tried his best to turn the tide.

Although it is not as good as the predecessors, it is far better than the arrogance of the world!

Zhang Ming looked at Abbot Xuanci, and said with a smile: "Master Abbot, this Zhanhong just has nowhere to go, and is temporarily hanging in my Spiritual Pivot Temple as a Taoist sweeper."

"He can't be considered a person in my Spirit Pivot view."

"It's just that this person's life and death may not be influenced or manipulated by your karma!"

"Master, do you still want to gamble?"