Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 164: Where did Brother Chen go?

With only a gust of wind and thunder, Shen Lian crossed the bitter sea of ​​South China Sea, turned himself into light, and headed westward like an electric snake.

Although he broke through the four-image formation of the Master of the Six Qing Dynasty, he was very uncomfortable. In the end, it was his shallow way and he needed tricks. Relying on the weirdness is not the right way. Don't miss the taste in it. Thinking of using human skill to beat the grand way, in this way, it will shake the foundation of the road imperceptibly, and it will be too late to regret in the future.

Shen Lian knows this truth, but he can only secretly watch out for changes in the future, how can he ensure that he can stick to the Tao?

Everyone understands the profound principles of the Great Dao, and the unity of knowledge and action, even the Celestial Bodhisattva dare not boast.

Fantasy is useless, and Shen Lian does not meditate on it. In the sky wind, he flies freely, and in the evening, he finally reaches the view of killing.

I looked up at the view of killing, and felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. I only saw three words, as if the words were bloody.

He stared at him for a long time, the three characters of the concept of killing life seemed to come alive, like a butterfly flying with wings spreading, silks of murderous intent, like a breeze, flooded him.

A trance, the scene of a sea of ​​blood in the dead mountain appeared in his heart.

Immediately there was a flame in his eyes, which leaped out of his pupils, igniting the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, and all kinds of illusions, all turned into ashes.

Returning to the real world, the three-character view of killing lives is as new as ever, but when a leisurely mountain breeze blows, it becomes a small dust in an instant, and a little dust falls into the fingertips of Shen Lian. He walked slowly into the view, his face sinking like water, and the disciples in the killing view where he entered his eyes, walking or sitting or lying down, still standing still, and some people even held the Fajue, but there was no mana fluctuation.

They all have their eyes open, but there is no expression, only an empty shell remains in the world.

Even when they died, they didn't even know that they were dead.

The spider in the courtyard formed a web, but it was also dead. The web was only half completed. A group of ants on the ground carried the body of a fly and stood still.

A cicada inserted a straw into the tree trunk. It was seen that there was still delicious sap in the straw, but it was stiff and lifeless.

In the view of killing, there is no living thing again, and these creatures, it seems that at the same moment, they were invaded by a murderous intent, and they were all annihilated and deprived of their vitality.

What a terrifying murderous intent, it was soaked in the concept of killing in an instant.

The Buddha said that there are 48,000 insects in a bowl of water. In the view of killing, although it is a square inch, there are also mediocre sentient beings, which cannot be counted. But that murderous, subtle and subtle, even all living things are all Extinction is not scary of animal quality, it is thought to be, inevitably creepy.

Shen Lian stood quietly in front of the quiet room where Chen Jianmei was recovering from his wounds. The door was wide open, there was nothing, and there were no signs of fighting.

There was a burst of divine light in his eyes, and his divine thoughts spread across every inch of the quiet room, but there was no trace of it, and Chen Jianmei's whereabouts could be judged.

Under Shen Lian's wide robe sleeves, hidden fingertips, there is a simple copper coin, with the word Emperor on the front and Zhou Tianxing on the back.

As soon as the copper coin appeared, he kept flipping at his fingertips. In an instant, he used his own Taoism and deeds to occupy a hexagram, and the hexagram became chaotic. Chaos, unmeasured.

It seems that at a certain moment, Chen Jianmei disappeared into the world alive, as if he was a dream dream, and disappeared from this world when he woke up from the dream.

The copper coin still tumbling, Shen Lian did not give up, but at a certain moment, with a crisp sound, the copper coin split in half, giving birth to stains of rust and becoming a common thing.

This copper coin, stained with the traces of the years, is used for divination, which is extremely effective.

But not only could it not calculate any traces of today's events, but it was also damaged by the invisible force.

The point is that when he left the temple today, there was no sign in his mind.

Chen Jianmei is alive or dead, but he has no idea where he went.

The disciples who were still alive a few days ago have also become cold corpses, and the fragility of their lives is clearly visible at this moment.

Shen Lian slowly turned around and saw Fang Yanying.

There was confusion, panic, and loss in her eyes, looking at Shen Lian, and then she couldn't help coughing.

I coughed up blood and stained the mustard green in the basket in my hand.

On the crisp and tender mustard greens, blood is sprinkled like dots on it. At the same time, the mustard greens are also invisible, as if they have been drawn out of life, wilting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shen Lian stepped to Fang Yanying's body, flicking his fingers, a drop of crystal clear water flew out into her soft lips, a burst of invisible ripples, shaking from her body, the weak vitality, renewed Be strong.

The murderous intent in Guanli has not been completely dissipated, and Shen Lian will not be affected, but Fang Yanying can't resist it.

Apparently she just finished picking the mustard, and when she returned from the outside, she found the scene in the view.

At the same time, murderous intentions invisibly attacked her body.

If it hadn't been for Shen Lian to break away the three-character killing concept, Fang Yanying would have died when she arrived at the Guanmen.

At this time, Fang Yanying had fainted and fell into Shen Lian’s arms. He sighed softly, covered with a thin layer of five-color light film ~IndoMTL.com~ spread to Fang Yanying, and then hugged her. Enter the quiet room and gently place it on the stone couch. I thought there would be murderous intent in the quiet room, but I didn't expect that there was nothing wrong in the quiet room.

There seems to be a layer of invisible force that keeps out the murderous opportunities from the outside.

Shen Lian's heart became more and more astonished. Obviously, this method used in the view of killing is almost a great way, where life is hidden in death, and Chen Jianmei's quiet room is where his life lies.

There is another drop of crystal water in his hand, which is Sanguang Divine Water.

Falling in the void, Shen Lian took a breath and turned into a breeze. The divine water suddenly rose, and gradually there was a rushing sound.

The breeze keeps blowing on the water, and the drop of water keeps rising.

It's like a fountain, always inexhaustible.

Following the wind, it blows longer and longer.

When the moon was in the sky, the courtyard was filled with water and empty.

Gradually, a blood color appeared in the empty water, first light red, then deep red, and finally thick as blood ink, but without any **** smell, and finally filled with the blood of the whole killing view, towards the center Condensed, and finally turned into a drop of **** water, only the size of a mung bean.

The blood-colored water droplet finally fell into Shen Lian's hands, and Shen Lian said something, like thunder, a cyan spell, floating into the blood droplet, and finally wrapped in a cyan halo on the outside, solidified into the size of a soybean Blood green beads.

Shen Lian put the beads in his sleeves, and walked out of the quiet room with a calm expression. At this time, the concept of killing was like washing with water, spotless, and the dead disciples sank into the soil, and stone tablets appeared to record their The name made the Taoist temple born into the world with a ghostly atmosphere out of thin air, and Yuehua draped on her body, Shen Lian's thoughts drifting away.

He looked up at the moon, and secretly said: Brother Chen, where have you been?

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