Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 93: The Fire of Merit
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When Shen Lian entered the Hall of Killing View with the Divine Blood Sword, he suddenly frowned, and the lights were as old as the old. Qianmo and Xiaoxun closed their eyes safely, and there seemed to be no problem.
But he always felt that something was wrong. The cold killing intent of the blood-changing sword in his hand impacted his soul, and could not shake his Taoist heart. The Yuanzi in the temple should have been placed in the worship of the gods. There is no problem with the location.
Shen Lian was suddenly taken aback, and found that his body's too empty spirit was rapidly diminishing, and his whole body could no longer feel the vitality that existed between the heavens and the earth, and this place became a desert of vitality.
The blood transforming sword gave out a faintly clear light, and suddenly took off from his hand and turned into first-rate blood water, flying like a snake, and quickly reached the meta-character, filling every stroke of the meta-character, like Yuanzi, one stroke by one stroke, are all grooves, with blood flowing inside, full of magic.
At this time, someone quietly said: Master Yuanqing, give me your legal intent. The voice is faint and vague, seemingly empty, and even a little melancholy.
The **** metacharacter, except for the blood flowing inside, there is no redundant response.
On the other side, Shen Lian's eyes were three feet away, and there stood a clear and beautiful young man who was not someone else, who looked very similar to him, but was wearing a blood-red Taoist robe, and his energy was vague.
When he looked at this young man who was like him as twins, the other person looked at him too, his eyes were clear, and Shen Lian's reflection could be seen in his eyes.
Shen Lian has no joy and anger, his eyes are calm, and the waves in his heart are unknowing.
The blood-clothed boy who looked like him slightly smiled and said: It's nice to be young, always full of infinite possibilities, and your vitality is really intoxicating.
The blood-clothed boy looked at Shen Lian with a look like seeing a very favorite toy. His expression is really rich, and just the look in his eyes, the corners of his mouth, and the subtle changes in his face can convey a lot of information.
Generally speaking, the ascetics' hearts are very peaceful. Make drastic expression changes rarely. Only inner peace can control the energy of the body and be free from external interference.
The book says that taking it without telling it is stealing. You quietly took part of my mana, which is considered to be stealing. Shen Lian said lightly, unable to hear too much anger, as if only narrating a fact.
The blood-clothed boy clapped his hands and said leisurely: I just took it, what do you do with me. After speaking, he pointed to the Yuanzi with blood flowing between the strokes, and continued: I want to connect Yuanqing's dharma and take away together.
Shen Lian looked at the blood-clothed boy quietly, the other party was illusory again. As long as there is action, there will be traces, even if this piece of heaven and earth vitality has been isolated, but one's own spiritual power is still there, it is impossible to do without spiritual power when casting a spell.
Although the other party stole a part of his vain air in some way, he found it early and did not let the other party completely succeed.
The Transforming Blood Sword seems to be a key, and this meta-character is indeed derived from the magical meaning of the ancestor of the Yuan Qing Dynasty with Chen Jianmei. One thing that made Shen Lian think of, Chen Jianmei got the meaning of the law, and he could extract it and leave it in the words. It can be regarded as gaining the Fa and abandoning the Fa, indicating that Chen Jianmei is probably just learning from it, and he may have embarked on a path that belongs to him alone. If the guess is true, then Chen Jianmei's realm is more brilliant than he thought.
He was thinking about things that had nothing to do with the danger before him. The blood-clothed boy didn't even move.
Shen Lian was a little disappointed. He diverted his thoughts naturally, just to give the blood-clothed teenager a chance. When he could not grasp the opponent at all, he hoped to stop with silence.
The blood-clothed boy smiled and groaned: You are really good. You are the two boys Ge Yuan and Hong Qianya. I am afraid that I have taken them by this time. King Kong and Prajna are equally important. Some people don’t understand this forever, so forever. Sinking in this cage of heaven and earth.
Vajra and Prajna are Buddhism terms. Shen Lian can understand the meaning of the blood-clothed boy. Diamond refers to the indestructible nature. Prajna is the ultimate wisdom. It has an indestructible nature. As the sword of supreme wisdom, cut off All the obstacles in the path of seeking the Tao, and finally get out of the sea of suffering, to prove the infinite Tao fruit.
These principles are commonly found in Taoist scriptures, but there are very few that can be done except the Taoist Buddha.
Shen Lian was not convinced by the other party’s mystery, but felt that the blood-clothed boy was more and more terrible, because either the other party could grasp his thinking and count his temperament, or even the most secret thought in his heart. The other party has a way to know, just as the blood-clothed boy can steal his vain spirit silently.
Otherwise, he would not discover his previous purpose, and he would be able to explain it all at once, with a word of wisdom, with the intention of burying his terrifying image in his heart and taking the initiative.
When Shen Lian thought about this, he finally felt relieved, and smiled slightly: I have heard a sentence, what a fist can do, then don’t worry about it. No matter how mysterious and unfathomable you are, you can’t easily overcome it. Me, why not do it.
When it came to this, Shen Lian really used his fist.
The blood-colored meta-character seems to have eyes, quietly looking at the similar two people in the hall, and hand-to-hand.
A light blue Taoist robe, in motion, is like a hooked blue phantom, always a little misty and empty. The other one is like a **** match, leaving layers of blood shadows in the hall.
The blood-clothed boy is not fast, but the transition in rhythm and speed is extremely difficult for Shen Lian to catch.
As if the other party is no longer flesh and blood, but a shadow.
Normal practitioners will eventually have a slight pause when the speed changes. From extremely fast to extremely slow, they will put a burden on their own body, and this pause is a buffer.
Even if Shen Lian's mana is controlled, meticulous, and fleshy~he has been in Youhe for more than ten years, but he still can't avoid this. It's just that his pauses are shorter and the body can bear a greater burden.
The main hall of the view of killing is not small, but it is only a few thousand feet in space. For a powerful monk, it is the distance between breathing.
The blue phantom and the scarlet ~ demon, chasing each other, always can't get a piece of it, but Shen Lian still follows the blood-clothed boy in an orderly manner, allowing him to change and stay with him to the end, not caring about his own physical burden.
His mana flowed through the meridians and various orifice points in his body, just like the Tianhe billowing, unconsciously, scouring the meridians and orifice points, Shen Lian gradually squeezed out a little black blood stain, and then with the high speed, Sparks are generated, and finally dissipated into clouds and fog.
The faster he moves, the more brisk he is. It is precisely because of the reduction of the body's too virtual spirit that he will not be overwhelmed during this extremely powerful mana operation.
This vast cloud and mist, condensed but not scattered, like smoke and dust, **** afterimages, even if there is no dust, it is gradually not as flexible as before.
Suddenly the blood-clothed boy paused. The sky was full of clouds and mist. The abrupt space became a whirlpool. The blood-clothed boy was at the center. This was just a matter of blink of an eye. Shen Lian did not rush to attack and kill him. Eight lines appeared around him. The color exercises of different colors are like eight more tentacles, swaying indefinitely.
The blood-clothed boy has a much deeper energy, and it seems that his mana is much stronger, but his face is not as calm as before. Looking at Shen Lian, a trace of surprise flashes in his eyes, and then he said indifferently: Is it too imaginary? meeting.
The blood clothes are shaking, and the same eight-color sword aura suddenly appears, the sky is vast, the earth is calm, the wind is turbulent, the thunder is extinct, so all kinds of things, and even no less conscientious.
The eight-color sword aura suddenly slashed towards Shen Lian, like smoke and silk, and the speed is as fast as eight electric shocks. Although Shen Lian used the dirt of his own blood to disperse into clouds and mist, the blood-clothed boy was finally no longer visible and innocent, but when he faced Fang's aggressive and aggressive offensive, he really felt the person's unpredictability.
The opponent's virginity and eight auras, the manipulation is more sophisticated than him, and he is anxious as a flying lightning, strangling him constantly. He can even feel that this is too vain, it is no different from the mana in his body, because of this, it is especially difficult for him to prevent.
Each time he hits, the mana on his body is weakened by a layer, and at the same time the opponent's mana is stronger.
Shen Lian clearly sensed that the other party was constantly invading his mana, and the magic inside quietly moved his mind.
Looking at Shen Lian like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, the blood-clothed boy's mouth is slightly Yang, like a plaything that suits his heart, finally getting his hands.
The blood-clothed boy approached step by step and walked straight towards Shen Lian.
When he was five feet away, Shen Lian suddenly showed a faint smile, a black wooden sword came out, stabs at the blood-clothed boy, and the blood-clothed boy raised his eyebrows like Shen Lian. , Stretched out a finger, the blood suddenly appeared ~ IndoMTL.com ~ suddenly was about to stop the Xuanhuang Wood Sword.
But at this time, the tip of the wooden sword suddenly added a ray of flame, the color was blue and yellow, and it meant endless awe-inspiring. The blood light seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, melted and disintegrated, and then burned on the blood-clothed boy.
Only hearing the flames, the blood-clothed boy made a cold call of merit, then was attacked by the fire, turned into a **** aura, and was about to hit Shen Lian in amazement.
Shen Lian knows that merits can restrain evil, and Nirvana fire is also a group of evils. He should be restrained from this mysterious and unpredictable blood-clothed boy. After all, he looks like the other party is like a demon, so why not follow him Like it, he could still swallow his mana, the only thing he didn't expect was that even so, the opponent still hadn't completely disappeared. This **** aura broke through the flames and hit his brows, ignoring all obstacles.
At this time, You Ran gave out a clear cry, and a strange air was blocked in front of the **** aura about to Shen Lian's eyebrows. As soon as the **** light hits, it bounced back, and then swept outside the hall, seeming to be taken away. .
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