magic door player

Chapter 173 Strong Red Dust
On the mountainside, on a viewing platform with an acre size.

Several disciples of the Taiqing Sect stood solemnly in front of a stone tablet.

The first person is a tall and beautiful woman, whose strength has reached the late stage of Daoji, with a strong sword intent on her body, and she has obviously mastered good swordsmanship.

The people behind her stood still like swords.

Soon.

A tall figure walked out of the forest and came straight to the viewing platform.

The giant was three feet tall, wearing a platinum battle armor, and his golden eyes were piercing and breathtaking.

He held a shark-toothed monster knife in his hand, exuding a terrifying and dangerous aura.

Just now, several people had a panoramic view of the fight at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing the giant approaching at this moment, everyone was terrified.

"Senior, this is the first pass up the mountain, please stay still."

The tall slender woman collected her mind and said loudly.

The giant glanced at a few people, and said in surprise, "Just a few of you?"

The tall slender woman's eyes twitched, and she explained: "This level tests senior's comprehension, not fighting skills. On the stone tablet behind this junior, there is a sword mark left by my master Qingzong."

"Senior, if you can comprehend the secret technique left in the sword mark in a stick of incense, you will pass the test... Otherwise, senior will go down the mountain!"

After finishing speaking, several people stood aside, revealing the stone tablet.

On the stone tablet, there was indeed a faint sword mark.

A ray of sword intent that is vaguely present is hidden in it.

The tall slender woman waved her sleeves, and in the censer next to her, a column of fresh incense ignited spontaneously without fire, and light smoke rose up.

Pang Yue smiled slightly, and his eyes fell on the stele.

"what?"

He can be regarded as a master of swordsmanship now, whether it is the 72 sword formulas of the Heavenly Sword Sect, or the supreme mastery of the Nine Swords of the Human Emperor, which has already opened a huge gap between him and ordinary swordsmen in the way of swordsmanship.

But when he saw the sword marks on the stele, he was still a little surprised.

Although this sword mark is light and shallow, the sword force inside is full of twists and turns, extremely complicated.

"Sonic Sword Mark..."

Pang Yue only took one look, and he understood how the sword mark came about.

There seems to be a musical score hidden in this shallow sword mark.

It's just that these notes are disorganized, and it's hard to see their true meaning.Those who need to understand find the core sword intent from the fragmented "notes", and recombine the notes into a movement.

This is a test of the monk's understanding.

Not only to see the essence of the sword marks, but also to exhaust all possibilities in the simple sword marks to deduce the most perfect and most "sounding" piece of music.

Within a stick of incense, it is almost impossible to accomplish such a thing.

But it seems... Taiqingzong did not require the deduced music to reach the most perfect state...

In the middle of the mountains and rivers, in the thatched house.

This deity urges the Innate Promise Monument, and begins to deduce this sword mark!
The invisible sword flew out quietly, trembling slightly.

A strange sword cry resounded throughout the blessed land.

In the sound of the sword, it seems that there is a world of mortals, the seven emotions and six desires in the world, people can't help but have all kinds of illusions in their hearts, fall into them, and it is difficult to extricate themselves.

Pang Yue seemed to see that the monk who created this sword technique lightly plucked the strings of the zither, the sword energy crisscrossed, and the sound of the sword sounded layer upon layer, forming an invisible wave that swept across the world.

In the sound of the sword, one's soul is seduced, and one instantly falls into the illusion of the most desired, yearned for, and most desired, unable to extricate oneself.

Sword cultivators kill people in a split second.

As long as the monk's Taoism is unstable, and there is little negligence and hesitation, he will lose his life under this sword!

Inside the bamboo hut next to the thatched hut.

Yi Ling, who was dressed in white and snowy, couldn't help but opened her beautiful eyes when she heard the sound of the sword's cry, frowned and glanced outside, a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.

Mountains and rivers outside the gui.

Pang Yue lifted the Shark Tooth Liyan Knife and flicked it with his fingers.

Ding……

A vibrato sounded, humming endlessly.

At first, several true disciples of Taiqingzong didn't feel anything.

But soon, the vibrato seemed to arouse some desire in his heart.

Strength, power, beauty, treasures, fame, avenues...

The tall slender woman's complexion moved slightly, as if she had thought of something, and was about to remind her juniors and younger sisters to keep their minds on their feet, but she was shocked to find that the world was changing before her eyes, and she appeared in her luxurious and comfortable boudoir on the bed with red candles and incense.

The handsome senior brother, with a friendly smile on his face, looked at her affectionately, approached the bed step by step, and said softly:
"Junior Sister, you were distracted just now..."

The senior brother gently pushed her onto the soft and silky brocade quilt, then took a step back and unbuttoned her robe.

There was infinite sweetness in her heart, she looked at her senior shyly, and secretly looked forward to everything that came next.

She simply let go of her heart, tactful Cheng Huan, lingering until death...

Since then, the two lived together, raised their sons and daughters, sought truth and practiced Taoism, and were free and unrestrained.

"wake up!"

A clear drink came to her ears, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, it woke her up suddenly.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that at some point, she was so soft that she was kneeling on the ground of the viewing platform.

The mountains and forests are deep, the world is clear and wide, and the breeze is blowing, but it is so unreal.

It was covered with the mundane red dust, and the lingering sound of the sword's cry still permeated the surroundings.

The tall slender woman stared blankly, only to see that the person who broke through the barrier from Zhenyangzong had long since disappeared.

On the mountain path not far away, a thin and elegant old man was looking at her disappointedly.

"Elder..."

The tall slender woman was filled with embarrassment, and found that she still seemed to have traces of the excitement and traces of her... after her senior brother.

The younger brothers and younger sisters behind her are also in a similar state, even worse than her.

"This is the legendary Sword Intent of the Red Dust? It's so terrifying...Why is the secret technique comprehended by the first three people so different from this person's?"

The tall slender woman thought in bewilderment.

……

"What a Shen Tuhao!"

"I didn't expect to be able to comprehend Hongchen's sword intent to such a level in just a short stick of incense!"

"Even the female cultivator in the later stage of Daoji couldn't stop him from flicking his fingers. He changed from a cold and cold sword cultivator to a charming and passionate woman in a blink of an eye..."

Inside the pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

Wu Junsheng applauded in admiration.

at this time.

It's not just him, hundreds of monks from all over the mountain, from all over the East China Sea, have clearly witnessed the strange state of Taiqingzong's true disciples, deeply trapped in the world of mortals, wanton indulgence, and fallen into a beautiful fantasy!
It's just a saber cry, but it's so powerful.

If in the midst of a life-and-death struggle, encountering this secret technique, I'm afraid it will be... more or less auspicious.

a time.

Everyone didn't know whether they should be afraid of Taiqingzong's weird swordsmanship, or Shen Tuhao's amazing understanding.

Although Yang Ji, Cao Shize, and Zhao Xiongzhao of Zhenyangzong also comprehended the secret art of sound waves from the sword marks.

But it's only superficial, and it's a thousand miles away from the true meaning of Hongchen's sword intent!
At most, it's just emitting sonic sword energy...

That Shen Tuhao, just picked up the knife and played the sound, then walked away.

All the disciples guarding the first level stood there stunned and stunned, and even a few female cultivators flushed, their legs went limp, and they sat on the ground... their faces were full of love.

Tai Qingzong's face was thrown away by several true disciples unexpectedly!

I can't even pick it up...

(End of this chapter)