Great Song catcher

Chapter 444 Illusion?

Nie Feng squinted at him.

"Are you sure you want to start with me?"

"Senior, don't put on that pretentious airs of a master. I saw clearly just now that all your cultivation bases have been imprisoned. If it were outside, I would definitely respect you, but inside You are the lamb to be slaughtered."

The speaker's face was full of complacency.

He was originally a martial artist in the Sea of ​​Qi realm, and he is also a second-rate guy in the Jianghu. Not to mention a master in the state of ecstasy, even a martial artist in the Sea of ​​Qi realm from a famous family, he should treat each other with courtesy, even if his cultivation is higher than that of the other party. , and dare not have the slightest negligence.

But it's different in this space. His Qi Sea Realm cultivation base is hardly suppressed, but those masters who are in the Divine Realm and Heavenly Human Realm will become like useless people when they enter here.

He had already killed several masters in the Heavenly Human Realm, and even two masters in the Divine Realm died in his hands.

In the past, this was something that he didn't even dare to think about. The scimitar in his hand was a portable weapon of a master of ecstasy.

"Ghost obsessed, you have fallen into the devil's way." Nie Feng shook his head and said: "Those masters died under your hands, and they really died unjustly!"

"Senior, stop bragging, wait a while and go down in person before complaining!"

The voice fell.

The scimitar in the man's hand vibrated violently, as if it was slashing across the sky!
There was a ferocious size on his face, as if he had already seen how he beheaded a ecstasy master again, so what about a ecstasy master, and finally became his ghost under the knife.

But before the smile on his face dissipated, he suddenly found that the knife in his hand seemed to be clamped by some kind of force. Hold the blade.

The innate martial artist panicked a little, and when he turned his wrist, he wanted to use the knife move of "turning around the moon".

This time the Ring Zhanyue Knife is a well-known unique skill in the sword technique. It is specially used to break the grasping hand, or someone who is good at hard skills.

However, he didn't know Nie Feng's real cultivation level. He thought that Nie Feng was proficient in foreign martial arts such as eagle claw strength or iron sand palm. With the blessing of internal strength, one palm can split mountains and rocks.

"Break me!"

The man roared sharply, and the blade suddenly turned around.

It is indeed broken.

However, it wasn't Nie Feng's finger that was cut off, but the precious sword made of mixed iron.

Nie Feng exercised his fingers a little, and the treasured sword immediately shattered into fragments.

Immediately, Nie Feng clasped his palm around his neck.

"Pre... Senior..."

The innate martial artist recognized the situation clearly at this time, the cultivation level of the ecstatic master in front of him has not been suppressed!

Nie Feng used his arms to slowly lift him up from the ground.

"Are you going to kill me now?"

Although Nie Feng said these words with a smile.

But the coldness contained in the words made this person tremble with fear.

"Senior, I was deceived by lard, and I beg you to spare my life..."

"As long as you can survive, I will spare your life."

Nie Feng clasped his neck, and walked slowly towards the narrow path where he had just come in. The fiery red magma was bubbling on both sides. The man seemed to have thought of what Nie Feng was going to do, and just wanted to fight desperately, but Nie Feng A gushing out of Feng's true energy immediately shattered the meridians in his body. Even if Nie Feng spared his life, he would be completely useless.

"As long as you can climb up from the inside alive, today's matter will be written off!"

Nie Feng snorted coldly.

He casually threw this person into the magma.

"Do not……"

Before he could utter his words, his figure was submerged in magma, and turned into flying ash almost instantly.

Nie Feng didn't stop, and he didn't even look at it. To him, this kind of person can be regarded as a person who deserves death.

…………

Walking through this path and entering the depths of the valley, there are white bones all around, containing extremely strong resentment, and it can be seen from the broken armor on those bones that they are all in the form of armor in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period.

The identity of these skeletons is also self-evident.

It must be the 40 Zhao army that Bai Qi killed back then!
Bai Qi also won the title of killing god in that battle, but it was also that battle that brought him the disaster of killing himself!
Nie Feng looked around and found that this space was vast and boundless. It seemed that the entire Purgatory Valley had been hollowed out. Wherever he looked, there were all fragments of bones, and there was still a black-gray mist lingering. Is this road clean, but you can also see a lot of broken bones.

Nie Feng didn't dare to be careless in his heart, and he was ready to make a move at any time. Although he couldn't use the Nine Suns Divine Art and the Immortal Art, he could forcefully shake the masters who reached the peak of the divine realm with his physique, and all kinds of tricks emerged one after another. His combat skills and profound skills have not weakened much, and the three saber intents floating in the sea of ​​consciousness have given him the confidence to move forward bravely.

But at this moment, Nie Feng suddenly heard a rustling sound in his ears. Just as he was surprised, two gusts of cold wind suddenly came from behind him.

"who?"

Before Nie Feng could turn around in time, he subconsciously stepped back, just avoiding the slashing of the two bronze swords, and immediately exerted force with his left and right arms, and his elbows pierced through like big guns, and he pushed back suddenly.

"Whoa!"

A crackling sound.

Nie Feng looked back and found that the things he had smashed just now turned out to be two skeletons in armor.

"Alive?"

Nie Feng was startled suddenly.

These armored skeletons are all Zhao soldiers from back then. Could it be that they didn't die completely, and still have their souls in their bones?
Just when Nie Feng was puzzled, there were skeletons standing up around him, most of them were broken bones, only a few of them remained intact, with green light shining in their eyes, in this dark environment It looks particularly intimidating.

"Intruder, die!"

After the bones were revived, they rushed towards Nie Feng one after another.

Nie Feng's palms are like knives, his body flickers like electricity, and he rushes forward. No skeleton can block his moves, but any skeleton hit by Nie Feng's palms will be hit by the powerful force. Shattered, there is no chance of recovery.

It was also at this time that Nie Feng understood why some warriors were frightened insane.

The bones that have been dead for thousands of years suddenly come back to life and attack you. Anyone will be afraid in their hearts, and those black mist seem to have the effect of losing people's hearts. When these two things are combined, the terror in the heart will be overwhelmed. Being magnified countless times, insanity is not an accident.

The skeletons that rushed over quickly returned to the dust again.

But Nie Feng didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. These are just the skeletons of ordinary soldiers after death, and their strength can only be compared with those of Qi Sea Realm fighters. If those generals have official positions, what will they do after death for?
Especially the commander-in-chief of Zhao Jun back then.

Zhao Kuo!

Talking about war on paper has left a thousand years of infamy in the history books.

But Nie Feng would not foolishly think that Zhao Kuo is just a donkey dung, not to mention that his father Ma Fujun Zhao She is a famous general of his generation. He himself is also a man who is familiar with military books and has won many battles. It's even more amazing.

Back then, Zhao Kuo was killed by Bai Qi himself, and he was also buried here with these Zhao soldiers. Since these soldiers can still behave like this after death, there is no reason for Zhao Kuo, as a commander, to be inferior to his subordinates.

Nie Feng turned around and looked at the darkness ahead. He didn't know where the road under his feet led, and he didn't know if there was any danger ahead.

After pondering for a moment, Nie Feng decided to move on, unless it was a last resort and when his life was in danger, it would not be too late for him to consider leaving.

Nie Feng continued to walk forward.

Just in case.

The evil dragon halberd that had not been used for a long time also appeared in his hand.

Along the way, skeletons revived from time to time, charging towards Nie Feng with the weapons in their hands.

But in the end, under Nie Feng's halberd, they all turned into a handful of fly ash and dissipated.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Nie Feng suddenly saw a person appearing in front of him.

"You came?"

The man lowered his head and spoke quietly.

"who are you?"

"I'm the one you're looking for!"

While speaking, that person suddenly raised his head!

But that face looked as smooth as a mirror, without any facial features, not even a mouth, like a magnified... egg?
…………

At this time, Nie Feng's body shook suddenly.

Immediately opened his eyes.

"How could this be?"

However, when Nie Feng saw everything in front of him clearly.

But was stunned.

He remembered that he clearly walked into the valley, but how could he be here now?

A long and narrow path appeared in front of his eyes, with bubbling hot magma on both sides. All the scenes here were exactly the same as what he had experienced just now, without the slightest difference.

Nie Feng broke out in a cold sweat.

What exactly is going on?

hallucinations?

Or... time back?
Nie Feng thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a reason, so he simply walked in. No matter what the reason was, it was impossible for him to quit now, because the road behind him disappeared!

Looking back, it was empty.

There is no five-color glow, no cracks in the valley, but only boundless magma.

Nie Feng took a deep breath.

He remembered that when he passed here just now, there shouldn't be any accidents, but after walking through this path, it seemed...

Just when Nie Feng recalled the memory just now,
A figure walked out from the darkness at the end of the path, holding a machete in his hand.

"Another one to die!"

"Familiar words?"

Nie Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to have killed this person just now?
Could it be that I was really dreaming, but what I saw in my dream was something that was about to happen?

"Senior, you are..."

Hearing his familiar words, Nie Feng didn't have the heart to chatter with him, so he rushed over, first smashing the knife in his hand with one palm, and then crushing his head with another palm.

This person didn't understand until his death why Nie Feng's skill was not restrained.

After throwing the body into the magma, Nie Feng looked at the darkness in front of him without saying a word for a long time, but after a while, he still walked in...

Originally, he was already mentally prepared that after walking through this darkness, he would see endless skeletons, but he never thought that after he walked out of this darkness, what would be greeted before him would be a stunning beauty in the world.

And he seemed to have come to a void space.

The grayness in the sky is not the mountain wall inside the cave, but the boundless sea of ​​flowers on the ground, but those flowers are all fiery red, and the breeze blows, as if the flames are burning.

"What a nice view……"

Nie Feng suddenly felt refreshed, but when he bent down to look carefully, he found that the shape of those petals was very similar to the red leaf that Liu Tiansheng passed on.

In other words, they are exactly the same, even the texture and shape are almost the same.

"Is he here?"

Nie Feng stood up and looked around, but there was no one there.

"What a weird place!"

Nie Feng walked slowly forward along the path under his feet.

And those fiery red flowers seemed to be alive, they moved to the sides one after another to make way for him.

"What kind of flower is this?"

Nie Feng became more and more curious.

"This is the Manjushahua recorded in the Lotus Sutra, also known as the Bianhua."

A soft voice suddenly sounded.

Nie Feng hurriedly followed the prestige.

A handsome monk in white clothes came from a distance against the wind, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

"donor."

The monk in white came to Nie Feng and clasped his hands together in eleven salutes.

"Grandmaster."

Nie Feng also saluted, and said, "Master, do you know where this place is?"

"Does the benefactor know where the other shore flower grows?"

the monk asked back.

Nie Feng frowned. He remembered that he had read in some book that the flower of the other side was the legendary flower of heaven. Later, the flower seeds fell into the underworld and stretched for eight hundred miles, adding a touch of vitality to the dead underworld.

Then here is...

Nie Feng suddenly raised his head: "Master, you won't tell me that this is Huangquan Road, right?"

"It's almost the same."

The white-clothed monk swung his robe sleeves, bursts of golden light bloomed, and the Bana flowers immediately moved to the sides, revealing a road leading directly to the front, and a stone tablet stood beside it.

Yellow Spring!

Looking at this stele, Nie Feng felt an ancient and desolate atmosphere. Could it be that this is really the legendary Huangquan Road, and his eyes cast forward, and he could vaguely see the end of this road.

There is a black iron city standing tall.

"As long as the donor enters the city by himself, he will understand all the causes and effects."

Saying that, the monk in white turned around and drifted away.

"Dare to ask the Master's Dharma name!"

Nie Feng shouted loudly from behind.

"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Wipe it diligently at all times, so as not to stir up dust, Amitabha!"

A voice of Buddhist gatha came to Nie Feng's ears.

Nie Feng pondered for a while, and his heart was shocked. He knew who this monk was!

That eternally beautiful disciple of Zen Buddhism!
Shenxiu!

A direct disciple of Master Hongren, the Fifth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, he had hoped to inherit the position of Zen Buddhism, but he was so dusty in his heart that he could not inherit the position of the Sixth Patriarch.

(End of this chapter)