Battling Records of the Chosen One

The moon!

At that moment, the broken blade surged into the dreamlike brilliance of the Star River, spread out and opened, and the blade was like the moon, rising from the star river.

The artistic conception is hazy. As soon as Kefu emerges, a group of spirits nearby dissipate in an instant, just like snow dissolving in the water. The picture is breathtaking.

This is definitely one of the most powerful means in Lin Xun Shi's exhibition at present. It helps the power of the broken blade itself and deduces the power of "moon sweeping" to a new height.

Holy, ethereal, but nothing is immortal!

However, the cold and mysterious lotus, with black luster, just like breathing, ignored the blow and fell on the cutting edge.

Gentle, graceful, there is a frightening smell of monstrosity.

Lintian felt that his hand sank. He felt as if he had been pressed on the blade by a holy mountain. The terrible force made his muscles and bones give out the sound of unbearable friction. His blood and blood flowed back, and he almost coughed up blood.

Boom!

The mysterious black lotus flower blooms on the broken blade. Its petals are crystal clear, just like the night of eternal night. It is dark and cold. The breath released almost makes people fall into it.

There was a trance in Lintian's eyes, and his mind was about to fall. The power of the lotus was so strange and powerful that it was difficult for Lintian to resist.

In a trance, Lintian saw that there was a black skeleton in the deep of the resentment army, and the ghost fire was quiet.

What is shocking is that on the skull, there is a figure sitting on it, wearing a broken blood cassock, holding a broken and mottled white bone rosary beads, like a Buddha, but it looks very strange.

On his bright and clean head, there is a blooming Black Lotus, which is like a life, filled with a monstrous luster!

His eyes were closed and still, his scarlet cassock was broken, as if he had passed away, but it gave people a terrible power like hell.

Who is this?

Lintian felt terrible in his heart, and his consciousness was in a trance. He thought that there was an illusion.

In the army of spirits, there is a Buddha like figure, wearing a blood stained cassock, holding a white bone rosary, with a lotus flower on his head, sitting on a black skull with his knees crossed!

This picture is too frightening, full of weird atmosphere.

Lintian felt that he was about to sink and couldn't support himself. The power of the Black Lotus on the broken blade was spreading, which made him feel like he was being imprisoned and oppressed, and he was walking into death.

How could that be?

In addition to a king wearing a crown, how could there be such a strange Buddha in this army of spirits?

Who on earth is he?

Is he also a king?

Otherwise, how could the power be so terrifying, so despairing, and unable to resist

Lintian felt that his consciousness was more and more blurred, and his vision became illusory. The strong smell of dangerous death stimulated him to tremble all over.

Hum!

At this moment, the broken blade in his hand suddenly issued a startling chant, just like the grand sound of Tao, the bright star transpiration, just like a flame, lit the Black Lotus stick on the broken blade, and it burned violently!

All of a sudden, Lintian was shocked. He felt as if he had broken the shackles of his own, and he suddenly woke up.

Then he saw that on the broken blade in his palm, there was a piece of Taoist pattern symbol that had never been seen before. Although it was dense, it was obviously incomplete and fuzzy.

But even so, the appearance of the Daowen symbol gave the broken blade an indescribable unique power, which burned the enchanting Black Lotus in a flash!

All of a sudden, a startling sound rang out.

In the depths of the resentment army, the figure of the Buddha sitting on the Black Skull, I don't know when, opened his closed eyelids.

However, the terrible thing is that his eyes are empty, but he has no eyes. They are like a pair of abysses leading to hell, and they are still bleeding

The picture was weird and shocking to the extreme. It made Lintian breathe and feel numb. Although he didn't have eyes, when he "looked" at it, it made Lintian feel like he was watched by an ancient demon. He was soaked in cold sweat and couldn't move a finger.

On the broken blade in his hand, the mysterious incomplete Taoist pattern disappeared and fell into silence, which could not help Lintian.

Lintian once confronted a king of life and death from Shuiman, shuiqianshan. At that time, he also felt a kind of unprecedented terror.

However, he was still able to keenly perceive that compared with shuiqianshan, the figure of Buddha with strange and dense atmosphere was more terrifying!

"It's him..."

A dry, low voice sounded, as if for a long time have not said a word, so that the voice fuzzy obscure.

Lintian's heart beat violently, and the figure of Buddha was talking!

It's just, who is this "he"?

Lintian could see that the Buddha's eyes were as empty as the abyss of hell. He was not looking at himself, but the blade in his hand!

Is this "he" a "it" and a "broken blade"?"The boundless years have passed, and he has already died..."

All of a sudden, another voice came out. It was cold, and there was a sharp chill. Lintian's eardrum almost burst open. His mind was like being cut by a knife, and his lips suddenly spilled a wisp of blood.

Just a voice, and not aimed at Lintian, made Lintian suffer from trauma!

Vaguely, Lintian saw a graceful figure, which made him feel a little familiar. Then he suddenly remembered that on the road not long ago, they had seen a corpse floating on the sea.

The corpse belonged to the strongman of the three eye spirit clan in ancient times. It was full of bitter spirits. But Lintian had caught a glimpse of a graceful figure and disappeared in a flash.

At that time, Lintian thought it was an illusion, but at this time, he saw the graceful figure again, standing next to the figure of Buddha!

However, the figure shrouded in a layer of obscure gray luster, like illusory, can not see its appearance.

"It's him!"

The figure of Buddha seems to be unwilling, and his voice is filled with anger.

Chuoyou was silent for a long time before he said, "let's go, we are all wrong..."

There is an infinite sense of melancholy and loneliness in the voice.

"Wrong?"

The figure of Buddha sighed, his empty eyes no longer "look" at the broken blade of Linxun and closed again.

Then, no matter the beautiful shadow or the Buddha's figure, it disappeared in a flash like a mirage.

But Lintian felt relaxed all over, as if he had been reborn. All the depression and oppression in his heart disappeared.

Looking at the army of resentment spirits, I can't notice anything, as if I had just experienced a strange nightmare, and the figure of Buddha and graceful figure never existed.

Lintian's face was pale, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. He could be sure that it was definitely not an illusion just now, but something that had really happened!

Until now, he could not forget the strange figure of Buddha, the empty eyes without eyes, the black skeleton head, the blood stained cassock, the mottled white bone rosary beads, and a strange black lotus pattern on his head

The graceful figure is more mysterious. It's covered by the gray air, and can't watch its face

Who are they?

Why did it disappear after it appeared?

Lintian was in a trance.

Kill!

Just very soon, he did not care about these. The army of resentment spirits was coming, fierce and terrible.

But Lintian had lost his desire to fight. His figure flickered and began to approach the treasure boat.

What happened today is too weird and unpredictable. He needs to calm down completely.

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The sea is boiling and the murderous atmosphere is disturbing the situation.

Near the treasure ship, Xiao ran, Yun Che, Su Xingfeng and Zhao Jingxuan are still fighting a fierce battle.

Wuwuwuwu ~ ~

it wasn't long before a low, dark and cold horn sounded. It was like an order, and the overwhelming army of spirits began to retreat like a tide.

It's a withdrawal!

Zhao Jingxuan and his family were all in a daze. They were relieved immediately. By this time, they had been injured more or less, and their brows were tired.

And their retinues were badly injured. Half of them fell and died in the battle just now.

Even those who didn't die were seriously injured, one by one bleeding, and sent to the treasure ship.

"Younger martial sister Zhao, it seems that the squire around you has been robbed." All of a sudden, Su Xingfeng opens his mouth. He looks a little funny and glances at Zhao Jingxuan.

Other people were also stunned. They didn't expect that Su Xingfeng would care about a servant beside Zhao Jingxuan.

In a moment, they looked thoughtful and seemed to have guessed something.

"Brother Su, are you looking at my joke?"

Zhao Jingxuan frowned. There was a touch of sullen in her voice. She lost her former calm and free and easy.

She was worried. In the battle just now, she saw Lintian was attacked by a powerful resentment spirit. But at that time, she was also entangled by the enemy and was unable to help.

I didn't think about it. In the twinkling of an eye, Lintian disappeared.

By this time, the enemy troops had retreated, but only Lintian had disappeared. How could Zhao Jingxuan not worry?

Others regard Lintian as a retinue, but she knows that Lintian's identity is extremely special. He is not a retinue at all. If he is robbed, Zhao Jingxuan will definitely feel guilty all her life.

"Well, let's all go back to the treasure ship first. The most urgent thing is to wait for elder Gaoyang to come back."

Xiao ran spoke gently. Although his words were not powerful, others did not dare to refute them.

And when they talk about elder Gaoyang, they are all worried. In the battle just now, elder Gaoyang was holding a ten thousand bird God stove to fight against a king of resentment. I don't know if elder Gaoyang can come back safely in this battleThis makes them feel heavy. They are lost in the sea. There are countless dangers and many murders. If there is no master like elder Gaoyang, they will be in trouble.

"Eh, elder martial sister Zhao, look there, your retinue is still alive."

Suddenly, Wen Xiang, a boy in colorful clothes, pointed to the distance and made a sound.

Zhao Jingxuan was shocked all over. When he looked around, he saw that there was a slender figure on the Black Sea. If he looked carefully, it was Lintian?

All of a sudden, Zhao Jingxuan's eyes became bright and full of joy, and her worries and guilt were swept away.

Su Xingfeng was stunned. He frowned imperceptibly. He was trapped in the enemy's army. How could the little monk in the lower world come back alive?

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