Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 497

This punch came silently.

Although the puncher punched the enemy in the back of the head with the intention of killing, his expression was kind and peaceful, his eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, and there seemed to be a smile at the corner of his mouth.

What a kind old man, it is the leader of the Seven Killings, Yan Pingsheng!

This bodhisattva-like boxing technique is exactly the wisdom pearl boxing move in "Manjusri's Hands of Subduing Demons".

Originally, this kind of boxing method, compared to the various martial arts of ancient civilizations, is still very superficial, and the power of the moves is not worthy of the martial arts realm of Yan Ping's life in the Ninth Heaven.

When he used this boxing method to face Gu Yunqing, who was one level lower than himself, he ended up in failure, which shows the gap.

However, as the so-called farewell for three days, you should look at each other with admiration.

Yan Pingsheng today, compared with him a few days ago, has undergone a radical change.

Guan Luoyang carefully selected and annotated the real body of Baiqi for him, and the essence of Jiuchongtian martial arts, all of which he had read by heart during the days when he transported the coffin to the south.

Walking, sitting, lying down, exhaling and breathing, for several days and nights, he has been practicing the mystery of it all the time, re-tamping the foundation, and fully digging out the potential that he should be able to exert.

The words "reborn" are not only descriptions, but also facts.

Yan Ping's current physical body, just the internal structure of the bones, has been adjusted no less than ten times during this period of time, progressing step by step, step by step, but making rapid progress.

Today's him, even among the Ninth Heavenly Warrior group of ancient civilizations, can be called a powerful one.

It's a pity that the person he wants to attack is not just Jiu Chongtian.

Mie Zhenglei's realm was much higher than the foundation of his body, and the foundation of his body alone was not weaker than Yan Pingsheng.

When this silent raid rushed over from a mile away, the extremely fine substances in the air had already begun to twist and become stronger thin threads, densely covering the sky behind Mie Zhenglei.

When Yan Pingsheng just punched out, before his arms were fully straightened, he felt a dangerous sense of confinement.

His movements came to a sudden stop, and countless tiny silk threads had already touched his body in all directions, grabbing his movements and blocking his way.

As long as this punch continues to move forward, it will be torn apart by these thin threads in an instant.

And if you want to escape now, it will be too late, because these thin threads are not a static trap, but a part of the magic whip.

Each silk thread is a whip, and if the creatures approached these whips, if they still want to escape, they will be greeted with thousands of long whips rolling back, and the whips will be slashed.

At that moment, the opponent will experience what a neat death it will bring when the speed of the whip is accelerated to the speed of the lightning.

Mie Zhenglei didn't even turn around at all, he already knew exactly how many pieces the sneak attacker behind him would be chopped into in the next instant.

But Yan Pingsheng made a very subtle movement on the eve of death.

The skin on his wrist twitched violently, and a thin arrow clinging to his wrist flew out.

Is that an arrow?

That wasn't it.

That was a thought that flashed through Yan Pingsheng's mind when he realized that there was something wrong with the main altar of the Qisha Sect. He twisted a thin book he carried with him into a thin arrow shape.

The paper-like arrows, after flying out, met the criss-crossed thin lines and long whips that were intercepted in front of them, but they were not split in the first place.

On the contrary, because of the collision between the arrow tip and those long whips, the whole book vibrated at a high frequency and finely, and the surface of the paper showed a luster similar to that of burnt metal.

The traces imprinted on the paper become more active amidst this vibration, every stroke moves vividly, jumping out of the paper.

Words and pearls flew out from the arrow body, turning into chant in the sky.

"In the ancient wilderness, there was a family of the Earth Mother, who had a natural foundation and wisdom. In the long history books, they recorded endless fantasies and doubts, tried to figure out the answers, and gradually glimpsed the magic..."

I don't know who wrote the book in the void, the words are shallow and slow, and the rhyme is long, it seems to reverberate to the end of the world, to be re-discovered from the dust of ancient times, to spread to a new age, to merge into the torrent of heaven and humanity, and to the distant future.

"Comprehend the truth of objects, the orbit of dust, and study the changes of Dao power to get the supreme pleasure. This is called physical science, which is also martial arts, and the knowledge of martial arts..."

The mysterious sound echoes, and the wind and fog all over the mountain are quiet.

The blades of grass do not move, the dust does not shake, the clouds and mists in the sky stagnate, and the wind in the mountains stops.

Only words flew out one by one, flying high into the sky, hovering in the clouds, like a golden halo.

The Thousand Miles Magic Whip, like the abnormal sound of the blood of a huge vine, just stood in the center of this halo, as if it had grown up under the care of this circle of halo.

There is no contradiction and conflict between the two, but they seem to complement each other.

After the people of the Seven Kills Sect suffered repeated accidents, the thoughts of shock, fear, confusion, and shrinking in their hearts were originally one after another, with waves and waves, and they could not be peaceful.

But now being enveloped by this mysterious sound full of space, I just feel that layers of emotions have settled down, and the heart lake is inexplicably accompanied by these sounds, falling into a strange thought.

Many doubts about practicing Tai Sui martial arts in the past have new inspirations.

Even Mie Zhenglei fell into a brief trance that he couldn't help himself.

Immediately creepy!

Warriors below the Nine Heavens could not resist the mysterious sounds that filled the sky, and those of the Earth Mother clan were the easiest to be intoxicated by the mysterious sounds.

However, Yan Pingsheng read the book all the way, read these handwritings over and over again, and became the person who was most resistant to these voices among all the people present.

While all the whips were slackening, he pushed the arrow with his fist and pierced the back of Mie Zhenglei's head.

Although it only pierced half an inch, Mie Zhenglei let out a painful roar.

This master from the Heavenly Palace, in the eyes of countless intertwined filaments, curved or straight trajectories, is about to re-control the surrounding whips and kill Yan Pingsheng.

But when he just woke up from the trance, another sword moved in front of him and pierced his forehead.

'What's going on with this man...? ! '

The expression in Mie Zhenglei's eyes changed, and he was extremely shocked and confused. He clearly felt that the mysterious sound in the sky had a strange attraction for the people of the Earth Mother clan.

However, just now, Qiudi was absolutely not affected by Mie Zhenglei so seriously, that's why when Mie Zhenglei was in a trance, he flew over and stabbed out the sword.

Yan Pingsheng's fist and arrow pierced Zhenglei's skull, and the opponent's long hair was wrapped around the arrow, which made Yan Pingsheng hear the sound of his hands being overwhelmed.

But Qiudi's sword pierced through Mie Zhenglei's forehead, pierced through the brain, until the tip of the sword touched the tip of the arrow.

Mie Zhenglei heard a soft sound in his head when the two weapons touched.

Immediately afterwards, violent colored light shot out from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

The colorful stream of light gushing from Qiudi's sword instantly burned all the flesh and blood on Mie Zhenlei's head into fly ash, leaving only a skull that was burned like a crystal.

"I turn!!!"

Mie Zhenglei let out a violent roar in his chest, turned around and broke his own neck.

The crystal-like skull was still hanging on Yan Pingsheng's paper arrow, and Miezheng Lei's headless body had already fallen rapidly.

He stepped on the top of the mountain and ran westward.

It was a little inconvenient to be headless, so Qiudi slashed the sword in the air, and an arc of light struck Mie Zhenglei's back, causing his figure to shift slightly. When he flew out, one head... one neck hit the On the top of the hill to the west.

A hole was opened on the top of the mountain, and when the smoke and dust were everywhere, Mie Zhenglei had already penetrated the mountain without hesitation, and continued to flee westward.

When his head was burned off, he had already been severely injured by the colorful light stream on the Qiudi sword, and the blood and vitality of his whole body were drawn and burned by the colored light, cutting off [-]% of his blood and vitality.

Qiudi pointed the sword straight at the sky, and the sword body immediately absorbed the surrounding light and airflow, giving birth to a strong flying power, and flew away with his whole body.

The members of the Qisha sect saw a stream of colored light flying up into the sky, passing through the clouds, and then descending in the distance.

That kind of scenery is like a huge rainbow bridge across the mountains.

On the bridge, the clouds gather and the rain comes, and the fog breaks through the sky. Under the bridge, there are green mountains and green waters, and the cliffs are cold.

However, at the front end of the rainbow bridge, the person who was smashed under the bridge let out an ear-piercing strange roar, which made this magnificent scenery seem a bit of a fly in the ointment.

There, the sound of swords and wind whistled continuously, shaking the mountains, as if there were giant beasts all over the mountain struggling to their death.

After a long time, Qiu Di came back, with a sword in one hand and a belt in the other.

"Master Yan?"

"People from Wudang?"

Qiudi and Yan Pingsheng looked at each other, one saw the skull in the other's hand, and the other saw the belt in the Taoist's hand, they couldn't help smiling at the same time.

Although Yan Pingsheng came back a little later, he also heard the words of Mie Zhenglei's confession to Gu Yunjin, so naturally he would not be unable to distinguish between friend and foe.

"This bastard just opened his mouth to kill me, the Seven Killers."

Yan Pingsheng held the skull and said, "I'm going to keep his head and make it into a hammer so that he can contribute to my Qisha sect, but you burned this bone, it depends on what you want .”

"This person cultivates the Thousand Miles Magic Whip. Originally, the hair on his head is well-trained, and the skull is even better. After my training, it is indeed a good material for making weapons. However, the leader, as a person who nurtures one party, must pay attention to his image. , making such a weapon is somehow inappropriate after all.”

Qiu Di handed over the belt in his hand, and said, "His belt is actually a middle-grade magic weapon. If he had used this magic weapon when he cast the thousand-mile magic whip, the power would be even more extraordinary. .”

"The leader wants to vent his anger. Isn't it good to use this weapon to beat his accomplices in the future?"

Yan Pingsheng touched the crystal-clear and smooth skull in his hand with some pity, and finally nodded.

The two had just chatted for a few words, and everyone from the Qisha Sect also gathered around, creating a lively scene.

When everyone was about to flock them up the mountain, Yan Pingsheng raised his hand to signal many elders, deacons, and disciples to wait.

After a while, I saw a tall horse pulling a cart slowly approaching on the mountain road.

A coffin was placed on the cart.

Although everyone didn't know what happened, they became quiet when they saw the coffin.

Yan Pingsheng walked over, caressed the coffin, and said slowly: "During the period when the old man was away from the main altar, what happened to me was very strange..."

The people in the main altar of the Seven Killing Sect, listening to the words of their leader, gradually showed similar expressions on their faces of different ages, shocked and hurt.

Qiu Di watched all this silently.

A few hours later, in the yard arranged for Qiudi by the members of Qisha Sect.

The little crab crawled back and forth on the stone table, muttering, "The thing on the Seven Kills leader is so strange, it seems to be talking about the martial arts of our earth mother clan, but the way the book was written, It doesn’t look like it’s done with our martial arts at all.”

Qiudi asked: "In the martial arts of the Earth Mother God Clan, there are also many parts that use sound and light. Is it strange that there are glowing words flying out of that book and making sounds?"

"Our martial arts, although it seems that we also study the use of light, heat, lightning, etc., especially our Yuanjun Temple, is an expert in this area. The other two forces, when many martial arts are in the hands of the monarch, will also pay attention to exploring Changes other than matter, but our foundation is all based on matter.”

Little Crab said, "The person who wrote that book was the other way around. When he wrote that book, the spiritual aspect far outweighed the material aspect."

Qiudi pondered: "You mean, the benefactor met by the leader of the Seven Kills didn't come from the Earth Mother clan, let alone from the temple?"

In Yan Pingsheng's previous description, although he mentioned being rescued by an expert, etc., this part did not go into too much detail. He said that part mainly to break the Seven Kills Sect's idea of ​​sitting in a well and to cultivate enough Awareness of crisis comes.

But in Qiudi's mind, the expert did not come out from Yuanjun Temple. Since he shot and killed the person from Tiangong, there is a certain possibility that he came from Taiyuan Temple.

Now the little crab has a different opinion.

"I can't be too absolute, but I think that person probably isn't from the Earth Mother God Clan."

The little crab said, "Have you forgotten? We once talked with people in Wudang, why we were buried and slept for tens of millions of years, but we began to wake up 50 years ago."

Qiu Di's expression changed.

The little crab jumped on the table twice, and continued: "And let me tell you, the middle and high level of the Taiyuan Temple are a particularly annoying group of egomaniacs and war lunatics. In our era, from their establishment to their rise, they It only took a thousand years to become a top power."

"And in those thousand years, almost every year, many tribes and countries were annihilated and conquered by them, and they did not use any means. According to the few things that the leader of the Seven Kills said, and the reverence for that person between the lines, I think it can also be used as a proof that that person is not a master of the temple."

As he spoke, the little crab let out a strange laugh.

"Hehehe, and the voice from that book is really nice, just like the voice of Empress Yuanjun talking to me..."

In fact, this little crab had been intoxicated in the Xuanyin of the arrow book longer than Mie Zhenglei.

However, Qiudi and her Huijing are one, and they are aware of each other, but they are still independent, and the influence is not that great, so they can seize that opportunity.

Qiu Di laughed and said, "Aren't you very afraid of Yuan Jun?"

"You don't understand, I'm talking about the past, when I was not Yuanjun's disciple."

The little crab jumped up, grabbed a strand of hair hanging from the side of the autumn flute's ear, and hung on it like a swing.

"At that time, Empress Yuanjun was my favorite person. Just hearing her words made me happy for a long time, but later, I successfully became a teacher, so..."

The little crab hesitated, "Of course, the empress is still very good. It would be even better if she didn't care about my meals, homework, and making friends."

Qiu Di suddenly said: "By the way, it's time for you to eat again."

"Eat your ball!"

The little crab said quickly, "Wait, someone is here."

The little crab climbed to Qiudi's shoulder, wrapped around the nape of the neck, and hid itself under the hair. Sure enough, a person came outside.

After Yan Pingsheng came in, he said with a smile: "What do you think of this courtyard?"

"Worried about big things, I have no time to watch."

Qiu Di said, "But since the leader is here, this important matter can finally be discussed."

Yan Pingsheng is not a person who is around the corner. He sat on the side, grabbed the teapot and poured two cups, and said: "Looking at the skills of the Taoist priest, I understand that the Taoist priest also knows many secrets. The purpose of this visit is to kill us seven times." Teach you to seek refuge with Daming?"

"Originally, it was just to form an alliance, but Mie Zhenglei and the others died here, and the situation is more urgent than we expected before."

Qiu Di got straight to the point and explained everything about ancient civilizations, the three major forces, and so on.

When Yan Pingsheng heard the words of using the north as a buffer, he couldn't help but sneered.

Qiu Di felt ashamed and felt very helpless. Back then they were unwilling to stop the Northern Expedition easily, but after comprehensive consideration, Daming did not have that kind of strength.

Fortunately, Yan Pingsheng did not get too entangled in this matter.

Things that cannot be justified in terms of human feelings may be the helplessness of reality. If you don't have enough strength, no matter how good your intentions are, you can't realize them.

The two discussed for a long time, and they decided a general framework for Daming's support for the Qisha Sect.

They chatted until it was dark, and when Yan Pingsheng was about to leave, Qiudi asked again.

"Master Yan, you mentioned the expert who saved you before, do you have his contact method, his specific name?"

Yan Pingsheng pondered: "Senior said his surname is Guan and his name is Luoyang. He said that he will go south, so he should also come to Sichuan and Shu."

"close……"

Qiu Di was stunned.

Yan Pingsheng saw that his expression was different, and asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just the name, it reminds me of something."

Qiudi pinched the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes for a moment, raised her head and smiled at Yan Pingsheng, "Master Yan, can you draw a picture of that senior's face for me?"

Yan Pingsheng pondered for a moment, nodded, dipped in the tea, and drew a portrait on the stone table.

Although he had read poetry and books in his early years, he didn't have any profound attainments in painting, but after he became proficient in martial arts, he controlled the details and the pictures he drew were lifelike, almost indistinguishable from real people.

"Luoyang, Cheng Zhou..."

Looking at the portrait, Qiudi was in a daze for a long time, and couldn't help laughing again.

The little crab asked quietly behind his ear, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

Qiudi chuckled, raised his glass and looked up at the sky, saying, "I don't know why I'm laughing, maybe I'm just thinking that although some people claim they don't know how to name names, sometimes they choose names very well."

"People are like Qiuhong...to recover..."

(End of this chapter)