Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 94: Sword Intent
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The moon was in the middle of the sky outside, and the lights in the hall were shining. Shen Lian was sweating all over and sat slumped on the ground. The paddock looked at Shen Lian lazily, and continued to close his eyes, seeming very tired.
Shen Lian couldn't help but smile. He didn't expect to be rescued by this monster bird today. If he hadn't picked up the unpredictable terraced rice paddies, there might be a major event today. It really is a drink and a peck, there is cause and effect.
In fact, he has done well enough, but he did not expect that the blood-clothed boy just knew him so deeply that he did not have the slightest advantage.
Shen Lian doesn’t believe that the blood-clothed boy is the spirituality in the Blood Transforming Sword. Moreover, from his previous sentence, you are really good. Change to the two boys Ge Yuan and Hong Qianya, I am afraid that I have already taken it by this time. Obviously, he is very familiar with Qing Xuan, and his attitude is like a teacher.
It's just the appearance of the blood-clothed boy who directly took away part of Shen Lian's mana, which has nothing to do with Shen Lian himself except for some problems.
Forcibly resisting tiredness, the spiritual sense swept the whole body, but nothing was found, and nothing abnormal was found. Shen Lian knew that the blood-clothed boy would never be able to steal his mana without a reason. There must be some primer. He can't find it, only explain The other party's methods, secret and mysterious, are still beyond his ability.
Shen Lian waved his hand to close the gate, the lights were gone, and the hall was plunged into darkness. Only the yuan characters emitted dim blood, giving the dark hall a little blood red atmosphere.
Sitting overnight, Shen Lian's mana naturally hadn't fully recovered, and his mental outlook had been different, and it could be described as a completely new look, but he realized that his spiritual platform was not as clear as before. It is as if the heart of the mirror is stained with dust.
Looking at the meta-character again, the blood and light in it has been reduced a lot, but the entire meta-character seems to be full of vitality. To be alive, it seems to leap out of the paper.
Shen Lian's body is like a light smoke. When he reaches the Yuan Zi, he reaches out to touch the strokes on it, and follows the whole person. As if being poured with cold water, from head to toe, his whole body trembled.
His thought entered a strange place, as if he had entered a dark and deep world. Somewhere, a sea of blood was surging, and a long sword was lying quietly under the sea. The ancient awkwardness was dark, and the picture in front of him quickly passed, Shen Lian can't see exactly what happened. Finally, I heard the cry of a baby. It was in a certain village. The people inside were mostly tiger skins. The baby gradually grew up, and the strong elders around him gradually became old and could not follow the tiger. Leopard fight.
The baby became a teenager and started hunting for the first time, but for the first time, he encountered a very powerful black bear. Injured several hunters, and even two teenagers of about the same age were slapped in the paws of bears. These are his very good playmates.
He asked the elders where the companions had gone. That was the first time he directly understood the meaning of death.
He doesn't want to die and hates this feeling. The world is infinitely vast. The youngsters heard that the oldest elders in the village said that there are three kinds of people in the world who will not die, that is, immortal, Buddha, and sacred. They are not in the birth and death of reincarnation, but these people are hiding in famous mountains and rivers. It's rare to see it at leisure.
The young man wanted to be that kind of person, so he left the mountain village where he was born and raised early one morning to find the sacred Buddhas hiding in the famous mountains and rivers.
The picture flashed by again. Shen Lian saw Qingxuan Mountain. The ethereal Qingxuan Mountain seemed to have not changed in countless years. A Taoist man with no worries on his feet, star crown on his head and clear eyes. , Pointing in the void, wisps of blue light flew towards the main peak Taiyi, and a palace gradually grew above it, which is the place where the master teacher has not left for many years.
The Taoist was the ancestor of the Yuan Qing Dynasty, and Shen Lian also understood that the boy was also the ancestor of the Yuan Qing Dynasty, and even the predecessor of the ancestor of the Yuan Qing Dynasty was the sword hidden in the surging blood.
When he understood this, the meta-character flew off the paper and was printed on the back of his right hand. The blood-colored meta-character gradually disappeared, becoming an indescribable sword intent.
The sword intent is full of life, and it can kill all things with life characteristics in the world. It flows and wanders through his body. A hint of resentment spirit gas appears at first, and then it is crushed by the sword intent. , And leave no trace. That was the resentment that remained on Xiao Shi's body after his death. Shen Lian suddenly understood that this trace of resentment was an introduction to the methods used by the blood-clothed youth.
As long as you kill someone, there will be karma, and there will be grievances before the death of living beings, attached to the person who killed him, and some people will use these grievances to help increase their power, just like a tiger killing a person, after that person dies Become a ghost, let it enslaved. Some people need to use various means to eliminate these grievances so as not to hinder their practice.
In fact, there are few wise Taoists who are willing to kill too much. After all, these creatures' grievances can be called evil obstacles, a little evil obstacles, for the monks, they can kick them away, but if there are more, It becomes an obstacle that cannot be ignored. Unless the exercise is special and unaffected, other means are found to eliminate it. If it takes time and energy, it is not worth it.
Chen Jianmei's slaughter is so heavy, and can not be affected, I am afraid that it has something to do with his own realization of a similar sword intent, and he can strangle clean together with these creatures' grievances.
When this bit of resentment is removed, Shen Lian feels relieved. He even felt that the blood-clothed boy was so wonderful that he could invade his body through the grievances of life, and borrow the mana in his body to defeat him.
Of course, the person killed by Shen Lian, I'm afraid that the blood-clothed boy had to use some means beforehand. Just after his death, the spirit of resentment, along with the blood-clothed boy's spirit, sneaked into Shen Lian's body, making him unable to temporarily aware.
Everything and everything can't happen out of thin air. To understand this, Shen Lian also has some insights in his heart, but he doesn't understand why that person did it.
At the same time, the Huaxue Shendao can be related to the sword intent of the ancestor of the Yuan Qing Dynasty, which makes Shen Lian feel puzzled. It is obviously the essence of the Huaxue Shendao~ IndoMTL.com~ activated the magic intent. Huasheng Jianyi finally made Shen Lian cheaper.
Chen Jianmei should have left this intent to Shen Lian, or for any Qingxuan who came that day, Shen Lian didn't know if Chen Jianmei had anticipated today's situation, or did it at will.
The Guanmen opened slowly. It was the rice paddies gently waving their wings, and there was an air current, opening the Guanmen.
The cold snow is flying, and the mountains are cold. It is truly where Taoism is clean.
Shen Lian saw Xiao Xunfei go out, always looking for food. It really was an early bird, looking for food for other birds.
Last night, it seemed to consume a lot of the rice paddies. Even if I woke up, I still looked sick, leaning on the threshold, listless.
Although Shen Lian's own mana has not fully recovered, it is not as if it has bottomed out. When he waved his hand, he was too empty and looked like a clear stream, and fell in front of the terraced moss. Then the servant finally showed a bit of joy, opened his mouth, and It sucked into the mouth, showing a satisfied look.
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