high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 212

puff!

There was a very crisp sound, like the cracking of an eggshell.

After Bai Shu's clear howl, suddenly, two swords of killing and cutting were pulled out from the ground.

The two sword rainbows were indistinguishable from the beginning to the end, and seemed to stretch into the endless void, rumbling like a thunderous sound piercing the sky and earth, shaking the mountains.

All the dispersed Yuan Qi was subdued one by one, accompanied by the two sword rainbows, turning into flames and clear lights.

The gloomy snow country's sky disappeared, and the yin and yang qi paused for a moment. The Zhangzhang rainbow light that burst out from the "Yao Ling" and "Bai Chi Lou" ignited the sky covered with snow and dark clouds, turning it into a school of fire. The sky is clear.

The strong wind raged, the clouds rolled wildly, and countless spiritual qi swept across the wilderness in all directions, and the qi flow rolled and ravaged like waterfalls and tides.

Under the wrapping of those two sword rainbows, Jiang Yaoshi's face was uncertain. He coldly looked at Baishu on the ruins of the mound in the distance, his eyes indifferent.

It's not Zhang Liu's height, but he is as burly as a bear and looks like a rough and bold Toutuo. On the mound, there is a young monk standing.

He was wearing a moon-white monk's robe, and his face was pale, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

It was a young man with extremely handsome appearance, his skin was as crystal clear as snow, he was desolate and solemn, and he was bright and clean.

"You really want to be my enemy?" Jiang Yaoshi looked ugly.

The two sword rainbows are as vigorous as a dragon swimming in the sky, stirring up thousands of changes in the weather, and a ray of light fell on his face, making Jiang Yaoshi's complexion uncertain.

"You came here just for the sake of military exploits. Make a path! But anyone you know, I will back away for a while!"

Jiang Yaoshi, who sprayed Xuanqing Light Sha on the acupoints all over his body, gritted his teeth, and said in a cold voice:

"I've been the Son of God for 27 years. Even in the Northern Guards, I still have a bit of love. If you want face and credit, I can give it to you!"

These words were conveyed with the voice of the heart, resounding in Baishu Niwan Palace.

"Let's stop here, in this case, we can still make friends!"

On the ruins of the mound, the handsome monk remained expressionless, two sword rainbows roared endlessly, and the sound of sword chant sounded like a dragon's roar, resounding across the huge battlefield.

Quite a number of soldiers from the Northern Guards, with slightly lower cultivation bases, lost their minds just by the whistling sound of Jianhong, and thus were spied on at the right time to chop off the leader of Liuyang.

As for Jiang Yaoshi, he was the one who was directly killed by Jian Xiaoyin.

Everything he perceives is more real than anyone else.

One after another, among the lightning and flint, along with the roar of the sword like a dragon's roar, they were reflected in the Niwan Palace of his body.

As soon as the thought was gradually eliminated, Jiang Yaoshi's primordial spirit stood up from the Dao Yi Qi platform.

In Yuanshen's eyes, the two sword rainbows gradually became clear, and wisps of sword light danced and wandered in his Niwan Palace, exchanging joyfully in it.

Under the reflection of murderous intent, Jianhong not only wanted to cut off his body, but also faintly penetrated through the Niwan Palace, trying to cut him down to sense his primordial spirit!

After Jiang Yuanshen urged Dao Yi Qi, which was like a sea like a mountain, to shatter the two sword rainbow projections, Bai Shu on the ruins of the mound finally raised his eyes.

He looked around, and the battlefield around him was still in chaos. The moment the two sword rainbows soared, even though they cleared the surrounding area for tens of miles, no one dared to approach it so far.

But even so, looking at the current situation that is in full swing, the seemingly endless battlefield is just a drop in the ocean.

The majestic Dharma Elephant as tall as the sky stood upright in the clouds, exerting his magic power, the void between them shattered and reorganized, and even Bai Shu felt his heart palpitate.

The rotten sea water is raging, and that battlefield has been reduced to the vast ocean of the sea kingdom.

Surrounded by twelve dharma seals, the man riding a crane, as tall as a pillar of heaven, was roaring in anger, billowing air waves roaring, sweeping the sky and the earth, and twelve dharma seals of various colors were shot out one after another, as thick as the sky overturned.

His opponent was dressed strangely, wearing a white linen robe with three large flags behind his back.

The two swept across the battlefield all the way, striking fiercely, regardless.

Countless people, Dazheng or Beiwei, were accidentally involved in the aftermath of the fighting, and they were turned into ashes in an instant, with no bones left.

Rows of mountains collapsed, flimsy as paper, and stones the size of houses were suddenly rolled up hundreds of feet into the air, and then were stirred by strong winds and smashed into pulpy ash.

Bai Shu glanced at it, and he even saw an "acquaintance" in it.

Zhaixingzong, Shaomao.

In Qingli Palace, this young man who was born in the Zhaixingzong also had a relationship with Baishu on several occasions.

It's just that he soon met Chen Jizi and was defeated. He didn't know the news after that, and occasionally had a banquet, but he didn't see Shaomao anymore.

At this moment, Shaomao, the young man standing tens of miles away, dressed in Taoist attire, with a big yellow gourd on his back.

He looked at Bai Shu coldly, and looked back.

Beside Shaomao, accompanied by four people whose aura is as majestic as the deep sea, as if pulling the heaven and the earth to respond to invisible and tangible things.

Among the four people, there is a handsome man, an old man, a plump and mature woman, and a petite and young girl.

Shaomao's lips moved slightly, and the four people beside him instantly understood and flew away at the same time.

Shaomao, who was carrying a yellow leather gourd, glanced at Baishu and Jiang Yaoshi a few times, his eyes were meaningful, he laughed twice, and also fled to the sky.

"Those fellows of yours seem to want to kill you?"

Bai Shu opened his mouth lightly, and from his acupoints, strands of sword light pierced out, shining dazzlingly, shining between the heaven and the earth.

"Yuan Yongjian Sutra of the Yang family?"

Jiang Yaoshi was heartbroken, and did not answer Bai Zhu's question:

"Three swords form an array, do you have three flying swords at your age?"

"Three flying swords?"

Bai Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, the sword light in his acupuncture point became more and more blazing, the all-encompassing killing intent exploded from his body, and merged with the other two sword rainbows in the distance.

Suddenly, all the Xuanqing Guangsha who were calling from the sky were wiped out with killing intent.

No matter how Jiang Yaoshi rushed left and right, moved the void, but he couldn't stain the corner of Bai Shu's clothes, and the surrounding world remained motionless, like cast iron.

As early as the moment those two sword rainbows rose, the sword formation had already been born.

The snare has been completed, and now, it only needs to be killed.

"This formation is called the Twelve Birth and Death Sword Formation of the Two Realms. When the twelve killing formations are gathered together, it is said that they can regenerate the world with one thought, and cut ghosts and gods with one thought."

Bai Shu smiled and spread his hands:

"Of course, this is just flattery, and no one will take it seriously."

"You still have a third sword?"

Jiang Yaoshi's face was ugly, he stretched out his hand and lightly lifted it, and a perfect and flawless bright moon slowly emerged.

The big moon was pure and innocent, and the celestial lights of the lunar eclipse were like streamers, lingering around the whole body of the big moon.

At the moment when the big moon was born, it was accompanied by visions such as frosty wind, bitter water, and heavy hail. These two scenes of sword rainbows meeting the sky were temporarily obscured.

big moon hands——

This supernatural power is also listed in the six classics and twelve classics of Zhaxingzong.

Among the twelve scriptures, it is the only one with the great supernatural power of the star picker, which is comparable to Xuanqing Guangsha and the golden bridge of saving the world.

Since it has been locked by Jianhong and cannot move the void, it can only be killed alive!

Jiang Yaoshi threw the big moon in his palm, and suddenly threw it towards Baishu.

boom! ! !

The sky and the earth rioted, and countless rays of light sprang up, filling the field of vision, making it impossible to see everything clearly.

Several mountains were uprooted, rolled high into the sky, and the chaotic world at the mouth of the well fell rustlingly, like a violent torrential rain, falling into the sea of ​​light below the bursting moon.

Amidst the turbulent air waves, Jiang Yaoshi stretched out his right hand again, and lifted it up gently.

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

The mountains and rivers were turbulent, and the whole blue sky seemed to have collapsed, but Jiang Yaoshi had a gloomy face and said nothing. In the turmoil of the heaven and earth, the figure in the white robe was still standing still, not even the corner of his clothes. damaged

"Between the fingertips, the two worlds are the twelve births and deaths."

Light laughter pierced through the rolling sound waves, echoing softly in Jiang Yaoshi's ears:

"Although I haven't refined the third flying sword, it's not too difficult to support half a cup of tea with Kuhai Buddha."

As soon as Bai Shu's words fell, the already bright sword lights in the acupuncture points all over his body once again flourished.

Jiang Yaoshi yelled in shock, and a star-studded, god-like big hand moved towards Baishu to catch him.

"I wanted to shoot you with the pupil technique, but if I think about it, I'm afraid I can't pierce your vajra physique."

On the ruins of the mound, only one inexplicable words remained, and Bai Shu's figure suddenly disappeared.

Qingtian's big hand slapped hard, bringing out a turbulent air wave that was several miles long, the air was compressed into a substance, and the thickness was shrunk into an unparalleled giant wall, spreading endlessly.

However, Qingtian's big hand fell in the air.

Not far away, Bai Shu, who was bleeding from seven orifices, had a calm face, neither sad nor happy.

Before Jiang Yaoshi could make another move, the monk in white let out a long roar, and suddenly, he turned into a shocking rainbow and swept across the sky!

cut!

cut!

cut!

The three sword rainbows complement each other, and when they lightly connect with each other, they form an endless array of killing swords that spreads endlessly and spans hundreds of miles.

Killing is all-encompassing, but beheading is invisible!

Every ray of sword energy crosses vertically and horizontally, jumping through countless gaps in the void, killing, destroying, extinction, sharpness, arrogance, slaughter, ruin... The endless sword light evolves into a myriad of phenomena, fierce and ruthless. According to the way of change, Jianguang regularly fills every inch of void, entangles, merges, differentiates, twists and turns upside down, and the cycle is endless, without beginning or end!

"This move is my best effort."

Bai Shu's voice came from all directions: "If you can survive, you will be in the Vajra Realm, which is really exciting."

The Twelve Life and Death Sword Formation of the Two Worlds!

Ever since Baishu got the "Tai Shenyuan Sword Manual" from Fenyin, in the sword scriptures, this is also the only sword formation technique.

He has already begun to forge the third flying sword, but up to now, it is still a rough embryo and cannot be put on the table.

This array is said to be able to divide the three cardinal principles, cut off the six qi, clear up the turbidity that has not yet been judged, and continue the unfinished sun and moon.

In the blink of an eye and a snap of your fingers, there are twelve times of birth and death in the two worlds.

Just as Bai Shu's voice fell, Qiqi made a sound in the small world surrounded by the sword array.

The sound was dull but short, like a drum being lightly tapped.

Above the sky, the sword formation with endless murderous intent naturally attracted attention, and many people looked up, with different expressions on their faces.

There were doubts, confusion, calmness, indifference...even, there were undisguised ecstasy on a few faces.

The aura burst forth, and the killing sword surged...

In the Beiwei side, a short and thick man frowned, his eyes were deep, like a bottomless abyss.

Seeing the formation turning slowly, the noises also sounded one after another, becoming more dull and low-pitched.

The short man sighed, and just as he was about to pull himself up, he was held tightly by someone.

"do not go!"

A man in his twenties with Danwen talismans floating on his side spoke. He shook his head and said:

"If you save Jiang Yaoshi, you have offended the public. Taoist Lingquan's former enemies will not tolerate you!"

"Jiang Yaoshi gave me a supernatural power."

The short man was silent for a while, his face changed: "If I..."

"Jiang Yaoshi has a disciple named Luo Jing."

In the distance, there was a long laugh, and the two looked closely, but saw a person walking slowly.

With a strong smile on his face, Shaomao, who was carrying a yellow gourd on his back, walked on the ground. Every step he took, he covered a long distance of tens of feet.

Shaomao gave a slap to the two of them, and said with a smile:

"Although I abolished Luo Jing's cultivation, I didn't kill him. If Senior Brother Zeng wants to repay his kindness, he might as well save Luo Jing's life and make that child rich and honored for life. In this case, it would be a good talk."

"Shaomao?"

The short man frowned slightly. He looked at the four people behind Shaomao, and was a little at a loss for a while:

"You, you actually?!"

Behind Shaomao, a handsome man, an old man, a plump and mature woman, and a petite young girl all stood respectfully and smiled.

"The four god generals of the Star Picking Sect actually belonged to your account."

The short man took a deep look at Shaomao: "You want to take the throne?"

"It's not about taking the seat."

The plump, mature and dignified beautiful woman reminded in a gentle voice:

"Senior Brother Zeng, the Holy Master has made a promise."

"After Jiang Yaoshi dies."

The dignified and beautiful woman stretched out her slender fingers, pointed at the small world covered by the sword formation, and said with a light smile:

"Zhenjun Shaomao is the next Holy Son of the Star Picking Sect!"

The short man's expression was startled, and he finally lowered his head sadly after the gestures from his companion's eyes one after another, without making a sound.

"Lingquan and Jiang Yaoshi have repeatedly committed crimes above and below, causing Manzong to be unhappy!"

Shaomao sighed faintly: "After Lingquan died, now it is finally Jiang Yaoshi's turn."

"That's the case."

Shaomao turned around and smiled: "Shouldn't there be a whitewash?"

The little man was silent, but his companion nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face.

"After Jiang Yaoshi died, how to solve that picture?"

Behind Shaomao, the petite girl asked crisply:

"That pattern, is there no solution?"

"Lingquan is suspicious by nature, Yaoshi Jiang doesn't know the solution to that picture at all!"

Shaomao waved his hand: "Holy Master and all the elders have visited his primordial spirit long ago, and there is no such record in it!"

"Oh?" The girl shrugged and stepped back.

"Before Lingquan died, he drew more than ten thousand pictures and scattered them in David."

The dignified and beautiful woman rubbed the little girl's head, making her snort like a cat:

"To this day, no one can understand it?"

"The Holy Master can't even understand it, so what wisdom do those ordinary people have?"

Shaomao sneered, "Lingquan wants to imitate Zen Master Miaoyan and cause chaos in the world, but he doesn't want to see how much he has..."

"Speak carefully!" The young man suddenly shouted, interrupting Shaomao's words.

Shaomao's expression turned serious, he felt that he had slipped his words, and quickly shut his mouth.

"Let's see how Jiang Yaoshi will punish him."

The dignified and beautiful woman covered her lips and smiled lightly, her eyes flickered a thousand times, and her charm was like spring water:

"It's a great blessing that the Star Picking Sect lost him."

At this moment, in the sword array.

Rumbling and shaking sounds came one after another, and the void was turbulent, as if in a stormy sea.

While Shaomao and the others waited with bated breath, another hundred breaths passed, and with the last chorus, the formidable sword array that covered the sky and the earth suddenly withdrew.

Amidst the turmoil of spiritual light, two figures were seen facing each other in the air.

The monk was dressed in blood, the golden light in his eyes was also dim, and his breath was weak, while Jiang Yaoshi, who was facing him, had a calm face and a calm expression.

"I was sheltered by my teacher in the first half of my life, and I ran amok, killing people without counting, and my evil karma is innumerable."

Jiang Yaoshi's lips moved slowly, and a whisper floated out:

"In such a situation, is it Tianzhu?"

"Do you still have a last word?" Bai Shu walked up to Jiang Yaoshi holding a long sword.

"I hate... I hate the teacher for being too suspicious, why won't you tell me!"

Jiang Yaoshi said in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a night owl on a dead tree:

"Yang Talisman kills Vajra, what a joke! What a joke! What a joke!"

He smiled fiercely, and threw the things in his hand towards Bai Zhu's face.

"For you, for you!"

Yaoshi Jiang laughed three times: "The teacher died because of it, and I died because of it. From now on, I will give it to you now!"

When Bai Shu raised his sword up to his eyebrows, Jiang Yaoshi suddenly widened his eyes.

"Is the sword fast?"

"quick."

A cold light suddenly appeared, and suddenly, it was two parts of the body.

His headless corpse fell into the sky, before reaching the ground, it turned into a handful of ashes and was blown away by the wind.

"Good sword!"

In Baishu's hand, Jiang Yaoshi's head yelled loudly, with the smile still on his face, his voice was completely silenced.

On the ground, Shaomao also laughed, and he clapped his hands hard, with a very happy expression on his face.

Bai Shu on the cloud took a look at him, and suddenly activated the talisman, and disappeared.

But at the moment he just left, several big hands that held up to the sky suddenly manifested from the void, and attacked fiercely, but they just rushed to nothing.

……

……

……

"Dead."

In the distance, someone sighed faintly:

"It's a pity that the lineage of Lingquan is finally extinct today."

　Two in one

　　

　

(End of this chapter)