Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 72: On the Yin Mountain
The sky of Yinshan Mountain is very gloomy and not absolutely dark. It seems that a layer of glaze that does not work finely covers the sky, making it invisible to the sun, moon and stars.
The ground under my feet is also very cold, with dry, solid ground in the cold, hard to be destroyed by external forces.
Shen Lian touched his eyes, clear brilliance, and under the eyes of the Fa, he saw the Yin Qi gathering here, the source of spiritual power was halfway up the mountain, where there was a thin mist, I don't know what was inside.
Shen Lian knows that behind the mist is the Damingwang Temple, the shrine of Buddhism today.
There was a great power more than half a year ago, who escaped here.
Shen Lian’s speed is not fast, Yinshan is strange and unpredictable. It is not only the Damingwang Temple. It is said that there is a Buddhist holy place in the deepest part of Yinshan Mountain. No one knows where that holy place is, what is its name, What earth-shattering power has ever appeared.
The sky in the distance changed. Shen Lian clearly saw an army of thirteen people lined up in the sky, flying from far to near, riding all black horses with blood stains on their manes, obviously Fight all the way over.
The cavalry on the black horses are all standard armors, with intricate patterns on them, and Shen Lianfa can see them clearly.
These are all demon soldiers transformed by the souls of the dead, condensed by resentment and evil thoughts mixed with the magic energy of the yellow spring, symbolizing death.
Shen Lian thought a little bit, here is not too far away from Damingwang Temple, how can Huangquan Demon Soldier come here? Don't you be afraid of the wrath of the Damingwang Temple and seek them out.
The demon soldiers came in droves, and did not give Shen Lian more room to think. Seeing the living creatures of flesh and blood, they naturally attacked, disdainful of words.
Shen Lian spread out his palms, and there was a fireball. The scarlet fireworks were particularly eye-catching. With a lightly thrown, they reached the sky and hit the demons who flew over. They were carrying spears. Suddenly it was ignited by flames, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into ashes, and a few pieces of armor and weapons fell from the sky, trying to get close to Shenlian. All were shaken away by the invisible force.
Shen Lian didn't take a second look. Even though the magic soldiers of Huangquan were strange, it was not worth his curiosity. After all, as long as Huang Quan was still there, there would still be dead in the world. Under the secret method in Huangquan, there will naturally be an endless stream.
These magic soldiers seemed to be just patrolling brothers. After a while, they didn't see the magic soldiers again.
Shen Lian has already walked up the mountain in front of him, getting closer to the fog.
There are very few plants on Yinshan Mountain. If there are plants, they will be very precious. Therefore, the possibility of growing on the roadside is very slim, and Shen Lian has no special products.
If you really want something peculiar, the stones of Yinshan Mountain can actually be useful. Influenced by countless years of yin, if you take a piece of it in the mansion of a prince in the world, the room will become cool in summer, but it should not be left for a long time, otherwise you will get sick.
It's just that the rocks in Yinshan are very hard, and it's not that simple to dig.
A large piece of rock collapsed in front of Chen Lian's eyes, apparently because of a violent impact, this result appeared. With a wave of his hand, he hit the rocks with strength. The damage caused was just a crack.
This is a manifestation of his strength and cohesion, but it also indirectly made him feel the hardness of the Yinshan Mountains and rocks, which is roughly comparable to the world's hundred refined steel.
The more you go up the mountain. The more destruction you see, there must have been a long battle here.
Shen Lian entered into the fog, and there was a huge noise in his ears, rumbling, louder than thunder.
This is the lingering mockery of the fighting, and the aftermath of the battle is still reflected in the fog.
Shen Lian's heart became more shocked that something happened.
Suddenly, there was a warning sign in the heart, and a monster with a cow body suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a steel fork, and stabbing it fiercely. This time, he absorbed a lot of mist and turned it into power.
The pointed end of the steel fork is extremely sharp, and the sound of breaking through the air makes the space like a piece of paper pierced by it.
Shen Lian had no distracting thoughts, allowing the steel fork to pass through his chest.
The monster of the cow body disappeared immediately.
Shen Lian took a step forward, and a small hill appeared in his eyes, blocking his way forward. The hillside was filled with dense sharp knives, with the tip of the knife pointing upwards, and occasionally the mist was blowing, and it split into two immediately.
The blade is sharp, but it is sharper than Shi Cai's steel fork.
Just looking at this mountain of swords, I'm afraid that the timid will faint. Even the clever cultivator will not walk past the mountain of swords, but will fly.
Shen Lian took out a paper crane and threw it into the air. It rose up against the wind and became a lifelike white crane. It waved its wings and flew tremblingly towards the mountain of swords. When halfway through, it suddenly fell down suddenly.
Shen Lian didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations, and couldn't detect the weird means.
This time, he thought for a while, and finally appeared calm, stepped into the mountain of swords, the blade pierced the skin, and the severe pain reached the spiritual platform, which was particularly clear.
One step is a knife, flesh and blood fly.
These knives are not standing still, they are also rotating ~IndoMTL.com~ to stir the flesh and blood, and sometimes stretch out directly with a sudden knife, so that a large piece of flesh and blood is shaved off, showing the abrupt white bones under the flesh and blood.
Shen Lian is very calm and doesn't care about the pain that is hard for anyone to bear in this world.
Gradually walked to the highest point of the hillside, but those knives gradually got into the soil like earthworms.
The wound on his body is also beginning to heal with naked eyes, leaving a superficial scar, which seems to prove that he is suffering from waiting.
Shen Lian wondered if there was still a sea of fire behind the sword mountain, and wondered if Hui Ke and the ascetic monks of Daming Wang Temple had all gone through such painful, perhaps even more painful things.
He has always felt that penance is not very interesting, although he has endured the pain of fifteen years in Youhe that is comparable to skinning.
The pain just now is true, the trauma is false.
For mortals, as long as they are really suffering, it is enough to make them breathe and lose their lives.
Even many practitioners cannot bear the pain caused by such a mountain of swords.
There is no sea of fire in front of him, Shen Lian's eyes are a golden avenue, and the road in front of him is a road paved with gold, with unknown trees planted on both sides with strange fragrance.
On the road paved with gold, the leaves of the trees on both sides of the road are very small, and the trunk is filled with a transparent amber-like gelatinous substance. The scent also floats out of it and enters the deep mouth and nose.
Intoxicated and drunk, it is more reverie than flowers blooming on Zhumo.
I have just experienced the pain of cutting meat with a knife mountain, and then here, people naturally give birth to a heavenly feeling.
The fragrant fragrance calms the pain, the road paved by gold is full of warm and comfortable spiritual power, which is raised from the soles of the feet and makes the whole body comfortable.
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