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104 one hundred and four
Chapter 104, from the heart to see the blade, Feng Xi Huang Xi
Cold coming to the city, night. en8.
"Demon, Demon Dao!?"
Someone saw the origin of the raging black flame and could not help but shouted in panic. The next moment, Yun Qing threw out a black fire snake and bit his head off.
"Han Sheng, it's true that you colluded with the devil's way!!" Several people shouted, "If you quickly stop this witch, I, we will let you live!"
Hanlai City is a city for cultivators. There are hundreds or thousands of loose cultivators crowded on the street here, densely packed and crowded, and a raging fire of Yunqing swept away a large area like mowing grass.
"Colluding?" Yun Qing smiled and turned to face the crowd, "Don't worry, no one will know about this, you all have to die tonight."
As soon as he said that, a black sun rose in his hand, and the Great Sun Pure Land covered a small half of Hanlai City in the blink of an eye. The scattered cultivator, who was running away in a hurry, ran wildly in the dark, but he couldn't get out of the circle all the time. Someone tried to resist, but as soon as the spell was released, it disappeared into the endless darkness, without hitting anything.
"Ah, ah, the witch is dying!" One person looked crazy, rushed out of the darkness and rushed towards Yun Qing.
"Ah."
Yun Qing smiled lightly, and as soon as the final sound fell, the flames swept away from the sky. One person was stained with black fire, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a flaming fire man, and everything he touched would also burn. In less than half a stick of incense, more than a thousand scattered cultivators were burnt down.
The ground was covered with thick ashes, and a gust of wind blew, and these ashes floated across the city.
Han Linlin looked at the gray-white residue floating in front of him, and couldn't help covering his mouth and nose. He looked at Yun Qing in horror, and found that this girl has not changed in the past ten years!
Yun Qing turned to look at Han Sheng, and said gently: "The city lord, the idlers, etc. have been cleaned up, why don't you and I sit down and talk?"
Han Sheng stared at Yun Qing, his brows gradually wrinkled, and said, "If your question is the same as what I thought, then Han has nothing to comment."
Yun Qing's expression was still soft and humble, she bowed her hands and asked, "I don't know what the problem is that City Lord Han is thinking?"
Han Sheng stroked his large white beard and said sternly: "Murderous intent is deep in the bones, and the hostility is deep. After ten years of separation, is the Demon Venerable now beheading ten thousand people?"
"It's only 100,000 people." Yun Qing raised his head and looked at Han Sheng with great interest.
Han Linlin was horrified by her appearance, and the countless noisy scattered cultivators turned into silent ashes in the blink of an eye. Even if he had been dissatisfied with the group of people for a long time, he felt a little unacceptable. Han Linlin has always felt that human life is not a child's play, let alone thousands of lives, dying in front of him like this is really a nightmare scene.
Han Sheng shook his head and said, "It's powerless to return to the sky."
Yun Qing doesn't seem to have any dissatisfaction: "City Lord Han might as well think about it, maybe he will remember the starting point."
Han Sheng still shook his head. en8.
Yun Qing seemed extremely patient, she asked carefully: "Mo Ling entered the Dao with a sword, doesn't he have a similar mental obstacle? Also, I entered the body ten years ago, on this ancient battlefield, how many times? The remnants of the humanistic sword intent a thousand years ago are still so ferocious, wouldn't it be more difficult for Moling Jiange, who practiced kendo, to control his state of mind? But when I think about it carefully, I feel that the kendo practiced by Young Master Han and Senior Han doesn't seem to have any drawbacks in this regard. So I came here to ask the seniors to give me some advice.β
"The Inheritance of Moling, I'm afraid it is inconvenient for Demon Venerable to intervene." Han Sheng insisted.
"There is no need for Moling's inheritance, Senior Han can just point me to a path, and I will try to find it myself." Yun Qing's words were sincere.
Han Sheng looked at her, thought for a while, and asked solemnly, "Did you take down that machete ten years ago?"
"If you're talking about it, then it must be." Yun Qing raised his hand, she was still groping for this machete, maybe a veteran like Han Sheng could give her some pointers. Han Linlin was a little curious, and wanted to see what the knife looked like that made his father feel dignified, but he saw nothing at first glance, and Yun Qing's hand was clearly empty.
Han Sheng carefully observed the blade and said to Yun Qing, "This is Kunwu, with eight changes, it is a living blade born in a place of extreme death."
As soon as Yun Qing saw him clearly, he asked, "I don't know what's the point?"
"Kunwu can become countless kinds of weapons, but this is just a knife in your hand. Moling has its own forging method, but no one can forge it, just because the conditions are very strict."
Yun Qing noticed that he used "only" to describe Kunwu, and he must have really regarded it as a living thing.
Han Sheng went on to say: "Endless death, a ray of life, with five-colored stones honed into a colorless body, and then gathered ten thousand kinds of divine soldiers to form an invisible blade, such a thousand years, only then can Kunwu be obtained."
Yun Qing compared these conditions with the ancient battlefields of the Battle of the Sky, and they really matched.
"What are the disadvantages?" Yun Qing asked.
"This sword lives on death, what does the Demon Venerable think it is wrong?" Han Sheng looked at the gradually growing sword soul in her hand, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"In other words, the more you kill, the faster you grow?" Yun Qing's words already meant it for sure.
Han Sheng shook his head: "More than that, Mozun thinks about it, the suffocating suffocation for thousands of years is enough to make it take shape, how many people will it take to make it into eight kinds of changes? Besides, this is a living blade, It's not that Demon Venerable doesn't want to kill, so if you don't feed tigers for a day, the person riding the tiger will eventually be attacked by tigers. I think Demon Venerable's temperament in recent years has something to do with it."
Yun Qing nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you City Lord Han for telling me, but I don't know if there is any solution?"
"I, Moling, have never been forged into this, so there are very few books, so I'm afraid I won't be able to help the Demon Venerable." Han Sheng said lightly, with the meaning of seeing off guests in his tone.
Yun Qing didn't say any more: "No more disturbing the City Lord Han."
Saying so, he simply disappeared in place.
Han Sheng seemed to be relieved, and Han Linlin looked at him inexplicably: "Dad, what's the matter?"
"This person is Huang Quan..." Han Sheng sighed, "It's really even less human than those immortals from Shenyinmen."
Han Linlin thought about it for a while, but he didn't feel anything other than the hair in his heart: "It's quite human-like... It's just a bit more murderous, but this is also the problem of the knife, right?"
Han Sheng said with a sullen face: "Knife? Don't you know that you can see the blade from your heart? I have no sword will in my heart, so Duanchuan will rust, and she has the desire to slaughter all living beings, so she can let Kunwu sword grow."
Han Linlin suddenly felt horrified: "She... doesn't look like it."
"You don't care if she looks like her! Come back to me to practice swordsmanship!" Han Sheng scolded him angrily, and stopped talking to him.
Han Linlin was stunned by the scolding, and ran back to the City Lord's Mansion in dismay, while Han Sheng looked at the piles of ashes along the street and wondered what he was thinking.
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In the past ten years, Hanlai City has also undergone great changes.
In the past, the ancient battlefield area was deserted all the year round. Not only was there a lot of hostility here, but there were occasional remnants of sword energy flying past. Often, loose cultivators died inexplicably after walking a few steps, so no one wanted to be here. stay there.
But since the war on the Daxue Mountain began, the loose cultivators began to explore this ancient battlefield spontaneously. In the fight between the holy places, these loose cultivators have no way to survive. In order to have more chips to save their lives, and one more chance to enter the holy places with military exploits, countless loose cultivators took risks and started a treasure hunt in the ancient battlefield.
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How famous is the reputation of the Battle of the Sky, as long as you dig up even a little bit of the legacy of the seniors, it is a great treasure. For thousands of years, the pills, magic weapons, and even the exercises that can be left are definitely not ordinary things. If they are found, wouldn't they just soar to the sky in this chaotic world?
Anyway, if you wander outside, you will be crushed to death by the Holy Land, so it is better to gamble your life on this ancient battlefield full of gold.
With this idea in mind, most of the loose cultivators started from the edge of the ancient battlefield and explored the past little by little, and some of them were lucky enough to get good things. Of course, some people dig treasures, and some people go to those who dig treasures. The treasures are always limited. Rather than betting on this luck, it is better to find a few short-lived ghosts who have fallen on the ancient battlefield, and take their belongings and leave. Or, there are people who don't mind turning other people into short-lived ghosts.
So now this ancient battlefield is not only killing people with sword qi, but also killing people with anger, people are also unwilling to spare other people.
Shao Lingrong was half lying on the dry and cold ground of the ancient battlefield with a pale face, a large amount of blood was flowing from his body, and he looked like he was dying.
At this moment, a group of people seemed to pass by, and Shao Lingrong lay down and looked at them from the corner of his eye.
An extremely tall woman walked at the front, wearing a golden dress in such a cold place, she shielded a pale girl behind her from the wind. Behind the girl stood a man and a woman. The man's face was stupid, and the woman's face was wrapped in a black veil, looking like ordinary people.
Apart from the strange feminine aura of this golden dress, the others are obviously not cultivators.
A gleam of light flashed in Shao Lingrong's eyes, and she said sadly, "Fellow Daoist, please stay!"
Generally, if the other party hesitates to stop, then Shao Lingrong will tell the other party a tragic experience, for example, she found a supreme treasure, but was coveted, and then she tactfully escaped the opponent In the end, the injury broke out, and he fell helplessly here and waited for rescue.
At this time, the other party will usually be greedy for the supreme treasure, and then fall into her trap and be killed by her instead.
But the people met today seemed a little strange. The group of four walked past her as if they didn't hear anything.
Shao Lingrong was instantly dumbfounded.
Long Huai still didn't speak fluently, she asked, "What was the name of that person just now?"
Yun Qing smiled and said, "I didn't hear you clearly."
Hu Hanmei, who was behind her, sneered, and Aman looked confused, not knowing what they were talking about.
How could Shao Lingrong just give up! Over the years, she has been lying on the floor more than the chairs she has sat on, and now she is considered a wealthy person in the loose repair room. So she waited patiently.
Finally, after a while, a man with a fiery red veil passed by her side. The man was wearing an exotic long cloak, revealing only a pair of extremely beautiful Danfeng eyes with a bewitching dark blue.
"Help!" Shao Lingrong felt fascinated when he looked at those eyes, and immediately shouted, "Please help me!"
The man didn't look at her, and was about to walk over directly, when Shao Lingrong saw the cloak on his chest wriggle, and a little girl appeared.
"what happened to you?"
The girl was nestled in his arms, carefully wrapped by his cloak, with only a small head exposed. She has short hair that matches her ears, she is about seven or eight years old, and her face is innocent. She looked at Shao Lingrong and found that she was injured, so she reached out to grab the man's collar.
"Fengxian, save her."
Shao Lingrong felt that the little girl's voice was soft and glutinous, like a fresh and juicy fruit, which made people want to eat it in one bite.
"I..." Shao Lingrong felt that she was seduced by beauty. She couldn't say a word. The other party was actually a little kid. She was so useless.
The man reached out and pressed the little girl into his arms, his dark blue eyes were extremely cold, he glanced at Shao Lingrong.
"Go away." A loud scream exploded in Shao Lingrong's mind like a thunderbolt.
The man then walked forward, and the child in his arms finally came up again. She asked, "Feng Xian, did you save her?"
As the blue-eyed man walked, he smiled gently at her: "Wuhuang, you have reached the age where you should distinguish the true from the false."
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