Chapter 215, Jumang's Trap, Saint's Danger

Yun Qing appeared three feet away from her in the blink of an eye, just past the direction of Cold Ash's sword glow. "Ya*wen*yan*love*first*post"

"No time, it's not time for you and me to draw swords to face each other."

Zhu Wuxia's expression was condensed, the cold gray in his hands was dull and dull, and the infinite death intent radiated from the sword: "Zizi Tianmo, he turned into a happy heaven!"

At the same time when he came to the world, Yun Qing suddenly raised a black sun in his hand. The brilliance and flames did not cross the sky, and the pure land of the sun covered the sky with his transforming great freedom. For a time, the sky and the earth turned pale, the river was stagnant, and the turbulent waterfalls turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Zhu Wuxia stood with her sword in hand, her long hair flying, she laughed loudly: "When I draw the sword, it's still not your turn to point me!"

The Great Sun Pure Land and his Hua Lotian were in a stalemate for a while, Yun Qing did not move, and Zhu Wuxia was ready to go.

"Then what about the instructions of the saints of the devil's way?" Yun Qing's figure was drowned in the sea of ​​fire, but his voice came through the sound of the explosion, "He has not yet appeared to stop me, and you should understand what he meant."

Zhu Wuxia moved forward with his sword, smashing the void with every step, behind her there was only a void so dark that no light could be seen: "I know he is counting chips, and you are also counting chips, the same goes for those gods 100,000 years ago. But after so many years with Tiandao, you haven't even made any progress, which is really disappointing. If you can't do it, say it earlier, and I can replace it!"

Yun Qing held a tactic in his hand, and there was a huge creature rolling and squirming in the sea of ​​​​fire, and the body of the nine-headed panax condensed into shape little by little. These nine-headed pansies are different from the virtual images they formed before. They are flesh and blood, and they are real ancient monsters. The stench spread with the fire, and the monster swam under the cover of the black flame, dancing with nine heads, approaching Zhu Wuxia.

Yun Qing heard Zhu Wuxia's words, and sighed with some regret: "The saint of the devil must be disappointed. What about a child he loves so much..."

Zhu Wuxia's expression was calm, and the cold ash pulled up the gentle wind: "Millions of dead bones, thousands of miles of cold ashes!"

The gray sword body was gently swept by the soft wind, the outermost layer peeled off like an eggshell, and the soft and fragile ashes were scattered into the sky. The surroundings fell silent, and the quiet, shredding sound of snow falling was very obvious, and soon the water began to be covered with ashes. These ashes are permeated with silent death intent, making those who live in them feel helpless, and the desire to seek death unknowingly invades the soul. "Ya*wen*yan*love*first*post"

"I respect the sage, but this does not mean that I have to sacrifice my life for every decision he makes. The life of Wuxia is in the realm of no illusions, just like Huangquan 100,000 years ago. The orthodox and prosperous path of the Demon-Blessing Road prospered during his lifetime. After death, it also turns into a river of forgetfulness, flowing endlessly." Zhu Wuxia's shoulders were covered with gray embers, she took a deep look at Yun Qing, "I wonder if you, who are now firmly in Huangquan, have such an awareness? ?"

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Yun Qing's figure was still blurred, she mocked: "The life is over, so I start thinking about things after death. Should I say that you are noble...or arrogant?"

Zhu Wuxia held the sword art incessantly, and her transformation into Great Freedom Heaven and Great Sun Pure Land were at odds with each other, but if she could not completely break through Great Sun Pure Land, then she would not be able to reach the Yellow Spring that was hiding in it. The Great Sun Pure Land is not without flaws, Zhu Wuxia covered it with thousands of miles of cold ashes, and sooner or later it will not be able to hold on.

Both of them are in the same way, and their traditions are very similar. They can only slowly grind it down until one of them makes a mistake.

"You don't dare to answer." Zhu Wuxia's expression was stern and his eyes were cold, "This is the reason why I am dissatisfied with you. No matter what Lord Saint does, he always has this Taoism in his heart, how about you?"

Yun Qing sighed slightly: "Whatever you say, the sage of the Demon Dao can rest assured and leave this matter to me. Naturally he has his reasons. If you follow the trend, you can get out of your body, and he will not ask you to be the same as this sect. Survive."

The Great Sun Pure Land she was in was severely suppressed by the cold ashes, and now Hua Lotte had pushed the Great Sun Hetian True Qi into the narrow gap, leaving almost no room to breathe. But the black sun in the sky is still hanging high, and under the black light, the land is as solid as gold.

"You are always like this." Zhu Wuxia laughed suddenly, for some reason the laughter sounded a little sad, "I don't explain anything, I do everything arbitrarily, and I think everything makes sense."

Yun Qing said indifferently: "This is the truth, no explanation is needed. Every move has its own reason. Now, isn't it clear that the chess path is completely revealed by telling the inside story generously?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the sun wheel in the sky glowed a little strangely, and the nine-headed panthers circled up, tightly fitting the sun wheel. That round of black scorching sun merged with the nine-headed cockroaches, and a snake-like flame appeared on the edge of the scorching sun. The flame swayed and twisted like a living thing, engulfing the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, and firmly imprinting the aura of the devil into the world.

Zhu Wuxia felt that there was a change in the Pure Land of the Great Sun, and the cold ashes in his hands disappeared in an instant. This thin long sword was hidden in thousands of flying ashes. .

"you……"

Yun Qing took out a simple and exquisite ancient mirror from his sleeve. The edge of the mirror was made of finely polished skeletons of monsters. The mirror in the middle was smooth and cold, exuding an obscure and deep breath. She turned the mirror over, the mirror turned to herself, and Aman in the mirror grinned at her.

"Look, the saints of the devil are always willing to give you a chance."

Yun Qing threw the mirror into the air, her figure disappeared like a broken moon in the water, and the majestic god with wings on her back instantly appeared where she was standing.

Zhu Wuxia's heart was slightly tight, because at that moment, she didn't notice Yun Qing's departure at all. Yunqing's use of one life and two lives is already consummate, and Amang has the same breath as hers. If Amang appears in a completely overlapping position at the same time as she disappears, then Zhu Wuxia is very difficult to detect. Zhu Wuxia also saw Yun Qing's purpose at this time. She didn't intend to fight directly with herself, so she directly fixed the Great Sun Pure Land firmly in the big world, and replaced herself with Aman to escape.

She restrained the cold gray sword, and was about to chase where Yun Qing had disappeared, but at this time, A Mang let out a deafening roar.

Unseen fluctuations spread around him, and the obscure Dao approached Zhu Wuxia dangerously. This made Zhu Wuxia have to turn around to deal with it. At this time, all the flames had been taken into the black sun in the sky, and the situation in the Great Sun Pure Land could be seen more clearly.

Aman had almost left his human form at this time, his face was covered with fine cyan feathers, his eyes glowed with the color of ever-growing vegetation, and the low voice in his throat was like the sound of birds. His legs were lifted off the ground into claws, and his arms were transformed into broad and strong wings. Every time he flapped his wings, trees rose up from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a dense forest became near him.

Zhu Wuxia noticed that there were thin vines growing behind his ears. The vines were coiled around and connected to the entire dense forest.

"Oriental Sentence..."

According to legend, the god of wood, who is in charge of the growth of trees, mostly appears in spring.

Zhu Wuxia's understanding of this kind of god is very limited. She can concentrate on feeling the atmosphere around her, but it is not only obscure but obscure. Yes, since the gods lost their ways, their power has disappeared from this world. When things that shouldn't be there reappear, the Tao of Heaven can't explain the rules contained in them. Even the Dao of Heaven can't be explained, so it is even more difficult for practitioners who use Dao to spy on the Dao of Heaven to understand the truth.

Jumang's expression was calm, his arms were open, and Zhu Wuxia saw that branches gradually grew from his fingertips, and the branches fell and turned into towering trees. These dense forests are completely connected, and every tree is connected to Jumang's body. She is trapped in it, and there is no way to go up and down.

There is spring in the blood of Jumang, every heart beats out tender shoots, every breath grows hibiscus.

This is the power of God, which is completely different from the chanting of mantras and mantras by today's ascetics, who themselves are part of the rules.

Zhu Wuxia took a deep breath, the cold gray light completely disappeared, as inconspicuous as a poker, and the gray dead aura escaped into the dense forest that trapped her. She understood why Yun Qing had trapped her here. As she said before she left, the saints of the devil path were always reluctant to let her fall.

She is the most powerful chess piece in the Demon Realm, and the Sage of the Demon Dao is willing to give her this privilege under the circumstance of slaughtering the whole family.

Zhu Wuxia didn't know why the saints always had this kind of inexplicable confidence, as if everyone was happy to accept what they bestowed.

"Lord Saint!" She called out from the bottom of her heart, but the saint who had always been connected with her did not respond.

Cold Ash moved forward inch by inch, and the dense forest was broken open, but denser trees rose up in a blink of an eye.

"Lord Saint!" she shouted again in a deep voice, "You can hear me, right!"

Jumang seemed to be asleep, his expression was more peaceful than usual, and there was a divinity that he had never seen before on his silly face. The growth of the dense forest was terrifyingly fast, as if the spring that had been silent for 100,000 years all erupted at this moment.

Zhu Wuxia almost numbly swung the long sword in her hand, slashing at the trees that could not see the head again and again, she shouted: "Master Sage! Wu Hao does not seek a way to survive, but only asks for an explanation! Do you want to fight for war? Why did you promise to bless this lineage, but let us kill each other!?"

Outside this forest, Yunqing's Great Sun and Black Sky Demonic Flames covered every inch of the Destruction Demon Sect, and the scorched earth and corpses covered this loyal and powerful sect.

Standing in the air, overlooking this messy place, she sighed softly, "This is the sadness of the saint."

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