I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Willows are swaying by the Taihu Lake.

Two figures came over the waves and landed on the shore.

One was a young man with a short knife on his back, a pale face, and a weak look. He was wearing a black suit and holding a piece of emerald green jade in his hand, looking very careful and cautious.

The other was a tall, fierce-looking female swordsman, wearing a golden crown, sword-like eyebrows and cold eyes, a white and purple robe, a jade belt around her waist, and in her left hand she held a long sword with a sheath carved from ebony, the tassel of the sword was also pure black.

"You said before that once you get to Jianghuai, you can find your senior, awaken the wild ghost in the jade, and ask what my master told you."

The swordsman held the sword in his arms and glanced at the man. "We have been to Jinling and now to Taihu Lake, but we still haven't found any trace. Have you been lying from the beginning to delay time?"

"You've been fooling me all this time?!"

The sword intent in her body seemed to be overflowing at all times. The long sword with sheath in her hand did not look like a weapon, but rather like a container, helping her to restrain her aura and polish her breath.

But because there was too much impatience in her eyes, the sword energy dissipated a little.

In an instant, the tender leaves on the hundreds of willow trees around were stretched straight as swords, swaying slightly in the wind. When the leaves collided, they actually made a sound of fine iron clashing, tinkling, as if thousands of wind chimes were playing music, which was extremely pleasant to hear.

"How dare I have the heart to deceive?"

The man freed one hand, shook it gently, and took out a newly cast copper plate from his sleeve, saying, "My senior is particularly good at cultivating his spirit, and also has a sophisticated method of telepathic communication. As long as you are within 500 miles, activate the copper plate I made, and he will be able to sense it."

"Moreover, he deliberately caused a lot of commotion in the Jianghuai area and spread the news publicly. He should be trying to lure us over to meet him, so he won't leave too far."

Xiahou said these words on the surface, but secretly cursed the bad luck in his heart.

He was performing a ritual well, trying to steal some energy from the Abyss Realm in order to use it for his own practice, but suddenly the world spun around and he found himself in a completely different place.

The souls were all attached to a bodyguard who was robbed by bandits and fell into the water with a knife.

Although this time, not only his vision and knowledge came along, but his skills also came along. However, after controlling the corpses and killing all the bandits, he discovered that there was demonic energy in his body.

The demon-subduing martial arts, which could transform demonic energy into vital energy, was of course of great value, but his body was already a dead body, and the more intensely he practiced, the faster his body would decay.

There were mountains of gold and silver right before his eyes, but apart from remembering them in his mind, he couldn't even practice and experience them personally. You can imagine how painful it was.

After much difficulty, he found some materials to sustain his body with the help of the bounty offered by the pirates. However, Xiahou was still worried about Nie Ling'er's whereabouts, so he used his own method of calculation.

At that time, everyone should have come to this world. It was difficult for others to calculate, but Nie Linger's cultivation was not as good as his, and the karmic entanglement with him was extremely deep. Relying on the divination and calculation methods he learned in his previous life, he was able to find out the whereabouts of Nie Linger.

As a result, when Xiahou followed the clues, he actually found the cave of the Demon Mountain Sect.

The Demon Mountain Sect has very few disciples in each generation, only a handful, and sometimes even only one disciple in a lineage. However, they are all extremely talented and are bound to become masters of the world.

Xiahou was involved in the affairs of the Demon Mountain Sect, and his eloquence was enough to ease the hostility of Long Yunfeng, who was known as the "Flying Witch". After hearing about the reputation of Su Hanshan, he wanted to come and meet up with him.

Although Long Yunfeng is known as a witch, she is not actually evil. Instead, she is very chivalrous. However, she is proud and stubborn, has a hot temper, and is not an easy person to communicate with.

Especially in her eyes, Xiahou, the little thief, and the wild ghost who offended her master were both birds of a feather, sneaky people who always demonstrated and warned.

When the two of them got along, Xiahou felt even more helpless.

That Senior Su, when he fought against the son of King Liang in Quancheng, he already had the combat power of the peak of Xuantai. Later, he embedded more than ten thousand high-quality spirit cores in his dreams, and practiced for a long time. His attainments in mind and vitality became even more profound and mysterious.

As long as we meet, I will have the confidence to talk to this witch nicely.

Xiahou was activating the bronze medal, but Long Yunfeng's gaze gradually turned to the distance, his nose wrinkled, and his expression became even more displeased.

"How could the bitterness of Kunlun be so strong? Did they bring all those bottles and jars refined in the bitter sea from thousands of miles away to Jianghuai to smash them?"

When she thought of this, she heard a loud roar in the distance, the sound of bells, drums, and conch shells.

Although only the lingering sound was left when it was transmitted closer, Long Yunfeng was still able to distinguish it. It was the Kunlun Auspicious Lion True Words and Great Handprint that was performed with the golden body and the realm of transcendence after surviving the flood, one of the three disasters of martial arts.

"It looks like the Reclining Buddha monk is fighting with someone."

Long Yunfeng thought for a moment, then grabbed Xiahou's shoulder with one hand and flew up, "Let's go and take a look!!"

After she flew out for dozens of miles, she saw from afar the back of a mountain. A dark golden light surged up, poisonous fire boiled, and a series of shocking explosions sounded.

The entire mountain seemed to be melting in the poisonous fire.

The power of the bitter sea mind, the devilish poisonous fire, the mantra hand seals, the thunder god force, the heavy water knife energy, the three-star pure land, all kinds of power, so chaotic that it makes people shudder with fear.

Long Yunfeng's expression also changed slightly. He landed on a low mountain about 20 miles away from the explosion point and put Xiahou behind him.

"The incense has misled me!"

Reluctant human voices, mixed with lion roars, rumbled from underground.

In an instant, a figure had dug through several hilltops, escaped from underground, and fled in big strides.

His body was in tatters, the right half of his head was missing, most of his eight arms were broken, and his body was a little unstable every time he took a step.

But as he moved, his flesh, blood, and bones were like golden particles, flowing, shrinking, and reorganizing.

The poisonous fire that remained on the wound was expelled by him at the cost of some particles splashing and flying away.

The reclining Buddha Kunlun monk, who was originally as fat and strong as an elephant, was still tall and sturdy even when he showed his eight-armed golden body.

But now it has shrunk, as if it is about to become a lion less than three feet long.

Long Yunfeng's eyes lit up, and he deliberately waved his hand and shouted, "Hey! Reclining Buddha Monk, I haven't seen you for twenty years. How come you look so shabby?"

The golden lion looked up, his face full of resentment and anger.

"Long Yunfeng? So your Demon Mountain Sect also had a hand in this matter. No matter how long the Demon Mountain Mother can live, she will only live for a few more years. She is really an old horse in the stable, but still has great ambitions..."

The golden lion sneered several times, spoke in human language, and roared, "Since you are a lowly slave with a five-leaky body, waiting for me here, the Buddha will do as you wish and fight you!"

He knew that the person behind him was chasing him closely and that his chances of escaping were slim. There was even someone blocking the road ahead, and he felt anxious and angry.

conspiracy! It's definitely a conspiracy!

The Flower Goddess Princess was inexplicably alienated from Kunlun, and Ouyang Chun went to her house and kidnapped her... The Lotus Sect's incense was declining, and the lame man who was in charge of this matter happened to meet Ouyang Chun in Jianghuai...

The King of Jinling, who was possibly helped by Kunlun, was killed in advance. The murderer seemed to have resurrected, but in fact, his cultivation was so profound...

It's all connected, everything is connected.

There must be many people behind this, deliberately targeting Kunlun.

The Reclining Buddha and the Kunlun Monk fought hard like a trapped beast.

Although the remaining true body was not big, the lion's true words turned into a huge lion roar as it rushed to the top of the mountain. The clouds in the sky were shaken and surged, and a lion's face pattern was vaguely formed, overlooking the earth. The sky and the ground were unexpectedly magnificent, adding a three-point tragic momentum.

When Long Yunfeng saw that he had given up on escaping and was suddenly coming to fight her, she thought he had lost his mind.

But the Kunlun monk cursed so badly that a trace of anger flashed in Long Yunfeng's eyes. He suddenly drew his sword and killed him.

It is difficult to tell how she drew the sword. The forehand and backhand, the sword moves and techniques, the scale of force, all seemed dark and blurry at that moment.

But after the sword was unsheathed, in an instant, it seemed as if thousands of crescent moons appeared in the sky above the low mountain.

Even though it is daytime now, the sunlight in the sky cannot cover up the clear, cold, pale yellow and white moonlight.

Su Hanshan's Violent Moon over the Sky is more like moonlight in artistic conception only because of its extraordinary texture. However, its actual luster, as pure as mercury, is very different from that of the moon.

However, the feeling that Long Yunfeng's sword light gave people was exactly the same as looking up at the moon.

You have to look up in that rare pleasant weather, cool breeze and clear night to see such a beautiful moonlight.

However, there is only one moon in the sky, but there are thousands of sword moons...

If the sky were filled with a full moon on earth, the ancient moon in the sky would be ashamed!
This is the most advanced sword technique passed down by the Demon Mountain Sword School, the "Moon-blocking and Light-shameful Sword Technique"!
When Long Yunfeng leaped forward with his sword and fought with the reclining Buddha Kunlun monk, there appeared another person on the low hill.

Xiahou glanced to his side with a cautious look on his face.

"You are... Xia Hou?"

Su Hanshan glanced at the bronze medal, floated up, patted Xiahou on the shoulder, and looked at the battle again, and said with emotion, "Where did you find this helper, Long Yunfeng? His strength seems to be no less than that of a Kunlun monk in his prime?"

Xiahou hesitated for a moment: "Maybe he can be a helper in the future, but he is not really a helper now."

Su Hanshan understood and stared at the battlefield: "The flesh and blood reorganization at the microscopic level is really difficult to kill."

Su Hanshan's clothes were burned and torn, but his body was fine. After all, when the sea of ​​suffering exploded, the Kunlun monk made a mistake, and Su Hanshan took the opportunity to stir up a large amount of poisonous fire and suffering, which took effect on him.

But even so, the Kunlun monk was only seriously injured.

His body was broken and combined, his skin and flesh were scattered and gathered, and in the process of reorganization, he was able to avoid a lot of damage.

Most attacks, if they cannot break solid molecules, can be said to have no harm to him at all.

Thanks to the burning of the demonic poisonous fire, the new molecules of his body were able to break and deteriorate. The out-of-control thoughts of the sea of ​​suffering directly impacted his mind, clouding his wisdom and courage, which made him completely lose the will to fight again.

Su Hanshan originally thought that he would have to chase him for hundreds of miles and attack him for more than ten rounds before he could completely kill him.

It’s much easier now.

In mid-air, Long Yunfeng's sword energy had already chopped the lion into pieces, and he was still releasing sword light repeatedly to encircle and attack it.

A warrior who has reached the Three Disasters realm will not be taken away by the underworld so easily as long as there is still a piece of flesh left in his true body.

Even if an accident occurs and there is no prior preparation, the soul will enter the underworld in a hurry and can maintain complete thinking for a period of time.

However, Long Yunfeng's sword energy obliterated his soul and suppressed the Reclining Buddha Monk's consciousness to the point where it was on the verge of collapse. By the time he was taken away by the underworld and disappeared from the human world, only some debris were left.

She did not put away her sword, but turned and looked at Su Hanshan, holding the shining blade.

"Are you the senior that this little thief mentioned?"

Long Yunfeng looked at him for a few seconds, with a suspicious look on his face, "Are you a land-walking immortal or a pure land immortal? How can you defeat the reclining Buddha monk by using a corpse to revive?"

Su Hanshan smiled and said, "This is a unique secret method that will not be passed on to others for the time being."

"Humph, I don't want to learn other people's kung fu!"

Long Yunfeng sheathed his sword, raised his chin and said, "Since you really have a secret method, then quickly awaken the wild ghost in the jade."

"I want to ask her, where on earth did she get the courage to try to steal my master's body?!"

When she said the last sentence, she gritted her teeth and was obviously very angry about this matter.

Su Hanshan looked at the jade stone and indeed felt a soul in it, but it seemed to be seriously injured and was sleeping.

"This is Ling'er."

Xiahou looked worried and quickly explained.

It turned out that the Demon Mountain Sect had an old Demon Mountain Mother who was very old. Her cultivation had already survived the two disasters of water and fire many years ago, and she had entered the realm of the Divine Mansion.

More than ten years ago, her life was about to end, and it happened to be the last of the three disasters. When the disaster of laziness came, her body gradually became rigid, like an ancient stone, and her thoughts became slower and slower, becoming no different from a dead person.

But not long ago, when Nie Linger came to this world, she borrowed the body of this Demon Mountain Mother...

Ouyang Chun and others also rushed to the hill at this time. It seemed that they escaped in time and their injuries were not aggravated.

Zhihua looked at the place where the lion was killed with a little emotion, while Fan Zhongyan listened attentively to Xiahou's retelling without making a sound to interrupt him.

When Xiahou noticed this group of people coming, he hesitated for a moment.

Long Yunfeng was a little impatient and said casually: "They are new friends of yours, the senior. They worked together on the same battlefield before."

Su Hanshan's hands flew as he mixed some magical wine beads and gave them to Fan Zhongyan and the others to drink to heal their wounds. He then said, "Continue."

He was also thinking in his heart that for a strong man at the level of Divine Mansion, even if his soul was gone, even if he died of old age, the power of his physical body could not be easily taken over by any foreign soul.

What's more, the body of this Demon Mountain Mother is still tainted by some kind of disaster, and the situation may be even more unpredictable.

No one knows what kind of changes Nie Ling'er went through when she was possessed.

Anyway, when Long Yunfeng discovered something strange deep in the cave and rushed over, he saw his master's physical body, which actually became conscious for a brief moment.

The Mountain Mother grabbed the stone from mid-air and turned it into jade, creating a piece of jasper. She drew the soul in the body into it and protected it. Then she said half a sentence and fell into deep sleep again.

Su Hanshan asked: "Half a sentence?"

Xiahou nodded.

"My master said."

Long Yunfeng opened his mouth, imitating a gentler and more experienced voice, and enunciated the words slowly.

"So that's how it is. There's a gap between heaven and earth, and the underworld is missing a flower. What if..."

(End of this chapter)