The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 212

  Chapter 212 Elder He, how can I save you

  The breeze blew across Tianjian Mountain, and the peak was cut off in the middle, the rocks were smooth without any grooves, and the buildings in the mountain were smashed to pieces, leaving only a few foundations to prove that there were buildings here.

  23 days and nights ago, a protracted war broke out here.

  More than a dozen sects that have been passed down for thousands of years came out to besiege Tianjian Mountain. They used their thousands of years of knowledge to build a large formation, each holding their own treasures, and assembled tens of thousands of monks, just to get rid of the biggest scourge in the world. Fighting continuously for 23 days and months, finally successfully killed Yaodao in Tianjian Mountain.

   This was originally a speech prepared by various sects and sects, but now Li Changsheng is still standing, on the contrary, they have already staggered and died.

  Most of the casualties were from each sect and faction, and ordinary disciples withdrew from the battlefield as early as the first day of the battle. Afterwards, the monks above the golden core stage fought with it with the magic circle, but they were still cut by the sword after a few moves. The average consumption of a golden core monk was one every three minutes. This is still a situation where there are five or six Nascent Souls who can restrain them. Without their shackles and a sword strike, everyone might be killed on the spot.

  The Great Formation of Heaven and Earth is worthy of being one of the best formations in the world. It played a huge role, but it did not achieve the effect they expected. Originally, they thought that with this large formation, Li Changsheng could be slowly worn to death, but now they are slowly worn to death instead.

  The 24th day, daytime.

   There are only three people left in the heaven and earth harmony formation, three half-step gods.

   Taoist Cangsong, Venerable Puzhang, and Fairy Xihua were panting heavily. Both their bodies and spirits had reached their limits. Taoist Cangsong had his right arm cut off, Venerable Puzhang was blinded, and Immortal Xihua had her legs broken with flowers.

  The red-clothed Taoist in front of him didn't even take a breath. His ordinary face was full of indifference, and his long black hair was dyed half red.

  He is tired too.

  The three confirmed this matter a year ago, but they didn't expect the other party to be so strong.

  Qiang, ruined the inheritance of their ten thousand-year-old sect with his own power.

   Fierce, cut off the seven emotions and six desires swordsmanship, the move is deadly, even if it kills tens of thousands of people, it will not waver.

  Talent, a heavenly genius, with the demeanor of a sword fairy.

   Taoist Cangsong exclaimed: "Fellow Daoist is really a heavenly figure, given time, he will not be weaker than Sword Immortal."

   There is fear, but there is more wonder. He has lived for more than a thousand years, many things have already been seen, he is not afraid of death, on the contrary, he is very excited to die at the hands of such a strong man.

   What responded to him was a bright sword light, the sword energy broke through the air, and the clanging sword intent made the void tremble. The surrounding air seemed to be squeezed out, Taoist Cangsong's palms glowed with blue light, and a gleam of light falling to the ground could cause a sapling to sprint for several meters.

   With a bang, the two collided together and made a crisp sound, and the resulting gust of wind made the Taoist robe rattle.

  Taoist Cangsong watched two more of his only five fingers broken, he didn't howl, let alone get angry.

  He continued: "Fellow Daoist, the poor are not begging for mercy. The three of us are already at the end of the day, and there is no possibility of breakthrough. This half-step to transform into a **** is the best proof, half-step half-step, half-step back.

  A hundred years ago, the three of us gathered on the top of the mountain, sat and discussed, and finally came up with the method of breakthrough. "

  Li Changsheng didn't respond to him, but he didn't continue to attack either, apparently a little interested. He breaks through refining the gods and transforming the emptiness, cutting off the Supreme and thinking about love, and finally mortals realize their original mind.

  He has a slight interest in other people's breakthrough methods, and is willing to give them a few more minutes of life. Without the blessing of the formation, they would not have gone through three moves under their own hands.

   This may be the calmness of the strong, like the Taoist nun who waited for him and Xi'er in the courtyard for a year.

  He doesn't hate this feeling.

"I once obtained a method called Jietian Luck in a secret place that was on the verge of collapse. It was then that I realized that luck can be borrowed. Only by borrowing the luck of the world, I will have a chance Vitality ascends to Huashen."

   "These troubled times are all caused by the three of us." Taoist Cangsong sighed deeply, not because of repentance or guilt, but because he felt worthless.

   "As the saying goes, it is a thief to be old and not die, and it is the three of us. Daoist friends don't know if you will be like me when your death is approaching?"

  Li Changsheng's expression was indifferent, and he didn't ask about the so-called Jietian luck method, but the clanging sword intent enveloped the three of them again. In an instant, the battle broke out again, and the sky was full of Taoism, and the unpretentious blade of the Heavenly Sword did not have any embellished splendor, but a flash of cold light broke all the Taoism.

  Flame, thunder, Buddha light, flowers, all tangible things are divided into two.

   Li Changsheng's first target was Taoist Cangsong who was the most injured, and the other party obviously understood his intentions. A jade bracelet appeared in the hand, the bracelet contained brilliance, Taoism is natural, it is a treasure. Faint fluorescent light enveloped Taoist Cangsong, and then the Heavenly Sword came out of his hand and plunged into the fluorescent light with a bang.

  There was a crack in the naturally formed bracelet, and the Heavenly Sword was less than half an inch away from Cangsong Taoist's eyebrows.

   Venerable Puzhang saw the Heavenly Sword dropped from his hand, as if he saw an opportunity to step forward, the golden lotus under his feet moved into the void, raised the magic pestle and threw it at Li Changsheng's forehead.

  Sword cultivators have unparalleled offensive power, but they also rely heavily on swords. The great power of kendo can make a sword in the heart without a sword in the hand, so it is natural for the sword master to exist like this, but the Heavenly Sword is not an ordinary sword. A sword cultivator with a heavenly sword and a sword cultivator without a heavenly sword are two different things,

  Boom!

  Deafening thunder suddenly exploded, and Puzhang Venerable only felt a buzzing in his ears, followed by a cold enough to suffocate him. The red-clothed Taoist in front of him looked sideways slightly, and lightning flashed in his dark and deep eyes.

  He moved, and the world slowed down for an instant.

   Venerable Puzhang saw the other party raised his right hand, and thousands of thunder lights flashed on his fingertips. Ping Bo slowly stretched towards his eyebrows, and his heart would beat faster with every inch he moved forward.

  Boom boom boom!

  In a world where everything has become slow, only his heart can keep up with the speed of the opponent's fingers.

  Where the thunder strikes, all thoughts will be destroyed.

  Li Changsheng broke his arm with one blow, his foot with two blows, and pierced through his dantian with three blows. He breathed again and Venerable Pu Zhang was left with only half of his torso falling weakly. And all this is just a time to breathe, and the other two have no time to rescue.

   "Amitabha, thank you benefactor for eliminating demons."

   Venerable Puzhang only left a light word, and then his fascination dissipated.

  He turned his head and looked at Fairy Xihua who was less than a thousand steps away from him. The moment the two eyes met, thousands of thunder flashed. The speed of almost moving the method, the extremely terrifying skills, and the bombardment of thousands of times in an instant, everything made the already exhausted Fairy Xihua.

  Li Changsheng stretched out his hand to pinch Fairy Xihua's head. Her face was so small that she could hold it with one palm.

  The beautiful and moon-like face instantly turned a little pale, and said with a smile: "Li Daoyou, obsession is like a mountain fire, people want to be destroyed but the wind keeps going, I hope you know."

   Hey!

  The thunder engulfed the flowery and jade-like person, leaving only a wisp of fly ash floating in the air.

  Li Changsheng gently let go and scattered her ashes into the sky and the earth.

  The last person, Taoist Cangsong, was in a stalemate with Tianjian, and he was not much touched when he saw the death of the other two companions.

   "Li Daoyou, think back 600 years ago, I saw that you and Sword Immortal were just juniors. Now you are people who need to be looked up to by the poor. The world is like chess, and the chessboard has not changed."

  Li Changsheng didn't speak, and stepped up to him, holding the Heavenly Sword and pushing it forward. The cold blade pierced through his chest without any hindrance, revealing the tip of the sword behind his back.

  The sword was drawn, and blood flew everywhere.

Taoist Cangsong said with a wry smile: "A poor Taoist should have today. Seeking the Tao, you don't look like a person when you are seeking the Tao. Fellow Taoist, people who are about to die speak well. You are just like us. Think of the troubled person."

   "What obsession do I have?" Li Changsheng asked.

   "There is nothing more than a word of love."

  The last ray of brilliance in Cangsong Taoist's eyes disappeared, and his body took root. In just a few breaths, he thrived into a 10-meter-high green tree.

  Li Changsheng stood in mid-air for a long time, looking at the surrounding Tianjian Mountain that had been smashed apart, unable to recover for a long time. A strong sense of exhaustion welled up in his heart, and he dropped his eyes as soon as he closed them.

   Mana can kill for another two days, but now he wants to sleep.

  He Kun jumped into the air to catch Li Changsheng, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party was just asleep. He carried the man on his shoulders and flew towards the back mountain. There was a small courtyard halfway up the mountain.

  Push the door and enter the small courtyard. The decoration inside is like a woman's boudoir. He Kun used the cleansing spell to remove all the blood on Li Changsheng's body, then threw him on the bed, turned his head and walked out of the courtyard.

  Walking on the mountain path, there is a trace of blood in the air.

  The troubled times are over, what should we do in the future?

   Three days later.

  The desolate mountains are full of potholes, crows are circling in the air, and landed on a rotting corpse. Piercing the eyeballs of the gods who were once aloof and sucking the juice inside, there was a glimmer of light in the godless pupils.

   Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, and the blood of the monk intertwined with the broken sword, giving birth to an even greater evil spirit. Jianzong monks practice Juejian, which is even more extreme than the magic way, and the sword will retain some evil spirit after death. If it is not restrained, the birth of evil spirits is inevitable.

  It's a pity that this is Tianjian Mountain, the Taishang Wuji Sword Intent is born to restrain evil spirits.

  However, a scourge is a scourge after all. If it is not dealt with, maybe one day an evil spirit will come out and cause disaster to the world. Jianzong also pays attention to dealing with the aftermath in subduing demons and eliminating demons, and will not leave any hidden dangers if conditions permit.

  He Kuntijian was walking on the path in the mountain, and the evil spirit visible to the naked eye in a pothole a hundred steps away formed a vortex with a diameter of 10 meters, and a corpse was lying in it, nourished by the endless evil spirit.

  Evil spirit is one of the most important reasons for the birth of evil spirits. There are many types of evil spirits in various sects. There are only two types of swords: those obtained by killing and those produced by human death. The evil spirit left by the disciples of Jianzong is harmless in itself, but now it is drawn by the newly born evil spirit and begins to change in a bad direction.

   "Life is like ants, and after death, they still want to make trouble."

  He raised his hand and swung his sword to tear the ground apart. The vortex was instantly split into two, and all the corpses in it were turned into fly ash.

  He Kun continued to step forward, and found new evil spirits almost every few hundred steps. There are corpses among them, and the paintings are also transformed by evil spirits, and there are even phantoms produced by the combination of sword intent and evil spirits left by the disciples of Jianzong. In this regard, he will naturally not soften his heart, and he will kill it together.

  Shan Dao, Zongmen Square, Alchemy Room, Jiange and other places that he frequented when he was young, he set foot again after many years. I don't know when it started, but He Kun no longer came to these places, nor could he see them.

  They are full of dust because of the precipitation of the years, because everything grows green and birds and beasts flourish.

  Maybe it's because of the feeling of the scene, every time he goes to a place, he will think of some things, mostly things from his teenage years.

   "That's the place to peek at the senior sister. Back then, I even thought about the name of the child. It's a pity that time doesn't keep people away. If I had been more courageous back then, maybe I could have met the senior sister."

   "The second son of the alchemy room is the most stingy, and the pills often cut corners."

   "Junior Sister often goes to the Jiange. She can learn tens of thousands of swordsmanship. Others just pick a few and practice hard. Hey, it's a pity that he was abducted by Li Changsheng and never went to Jiange again."

   "There are often people selling ordinary toys and clothes in the square. Most of the clothes and toys that Junior Sister got from here when she was young."

   "This mountain road was once covered with small sword intents, which were used to select mortals and casual cultivators who came to study."

   "Cough cough cough cough."

  He Kun suddenly coughed violently, and when he recovered, there was a puddle of sticky blood with strands of evil spirit in his palm.

  Blood slipped from his palm, and the drops on the ground could corrode rocks, making a creaking sound. A smell of burnt cowhide came to the nostrils, and mortals would probably die on the spot if they smelled it.

Blood?

  He was in a trance for a while, remembering that he also practiced the Absolute Sword method, relying on the Absolute Sword to become a top Nascent Soul, so that he can drive the Heavenly Sword.

   It should be 70 years now.

"Hahaha" He Kun let out a self-deprecating laugh, "The disciple cultivated Juejian for thirty years and broke it. I just forgot about it after living a few more years. I thought that my Taoism was profound and my skills were good, but I didn't realize it." What should come will come in the end.”

  He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and estimated how long he could live while walking.

   "You still have two years to live."

  A calm voice came from behind, He Kun turned his head and saw the Taoist in white robes only ten steps away from him.

  The blood-tainted red color has been removed by his magic, but the blue Taoist robe can no longer be returned.

  He Kun laughed and said, "You look good in white, it's better than being as red as a monkey's butt."

   "You have two years left to live."

  Li Changsheng didn't answer his words, but told the **** reality. Such a straightforward temperament reminded He Kun of his junior sister, who also looked like this.

   "Elder He, how can I save you?"

  His tone lived up to the calmness of the past, with a hint of inquiry in his deep voice.

   "Everyone is mortal." He Kun shook his head slightly, looking at the rows of tombstones on the opposite hillside.

   "Extreme sword, it is my own life that will be destroyed, and the life of the people in the world will be continued. Now it is only my turn, and there is nothing to resist or be afraid of."

   "Can save..."

   "I'm planning to smash it to pieces." He Kun sighed and shook his head, "It's just a pity that I will never see the second prosperity, and I can't open my belly to drink, and I can't eat a bowl of wonton that my junior sister has been thinking about."

   "In the future, if you live alone, make more friends, or take in a few apprentices."

   At this moment, a hand reached out, and Li Changsheng grabbed his collar, almost dragging him to the ground.

"what are you doing…"

  He Kun stopped before he could express his doubts. He saw the obsession in Li Changsheng's eyes deeply imprinted in his pupils.

   Go crazy? !

   "Can be saved, Chenghua God can be saved."

   Ordinary people are powerless, incapable of entering the Tao, and after refining the gods and transforming the emptiness, Li Changsheng thinks that he should be able to do some things.

  (end of this chapter)

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