MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 93 【】
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Zhongshan is now thousands of miles away.
The cold wind is far more piercing than the Qinglan Mountain, the dark color of the night is not open, and the shadows of the mountains are not far away, like the giant beasts crouching in the darkness.
He couldn't see the moon, and the snow was thick, covering the faint starlight.
Zhong Shan thought, it will be snowing tonight.
Eight disciples dressed in splashing robes stood behind him, and no one spoke in the whirlwind of whistling.
Different from the plains of the Central Plains, the wilderness, a horse Pingchuan. There are many mountains in the south, and the terrain is high in the west. After the magic repairs the sea, after passing through the coastal towns of several empty cities, it is necessary to turn over the mountains.
The plan of the Qingjian Jianpai is very simple.
Since it is a low enemy, with a weak enemy, it is inevitable to borrow the topography and ambush. Before the Mo Xiu army arrived in the hinterland of the South China Sea, it was necessary to weaken their combat power and consume their will.
In addition to the seaside array, the trap along the road. The first ambush that needs to be hosted by humans is the ‘difficulty’.
The dilemma is not a city wall, but a most dangerous mountain road in the South China Sea. The two sides of the cliff are strong mountain rocks, towering into the clouds, nowhere to climb. The narrowest part of the mountain road allows only four people to walk side by side.
If you don't pass here, the detour will have to go around a thousand miles.
Song Wei, who has succeeded as the gatekeeper, decided to lay out the array and hide it on the cliff. When the magic is built into the mountain road, the blasting method is promoted. The ground shakes and the mountain collapses. At least a thousand enemies can be buried.
It’s just such a large scale. To blow up the blasting array of the entire mountain road, it needs to be stimulated with a strong enough sword.
The question is, who is going?
There are not many people to go, so as not to leak the whereabouts, it is best to have ten people. The leader must be determined and face the vast tide of the sea, the boundless magic repair, no fear.
The kendo must be cultivated as a powerful one, and a sword can be used as a mountain rock. It is even more necessary to fight the most powerful in the Magic Army, at least dragging each other until the mountain road collapses completely.
From a private point of view, Song Wei did not want his younger brother to go. The ‘two difficult customs’ means “the dilemma of life and death”, and the rumors are the fall of a saint in the sacred times. The sabre of the saint is the wind and rain sword in the hands of Zhong Shan.
This coincidence made Song Yu feel heavy.
In the case of Da Li, the elders in the door are not willing to go to Zhongshan. His talent is amazing, he has already realized the wind and sword, and if he has a hundred years, he will be able to slay and sanctify. He is the future of the Qingjian sword school.
However, these can not change the ideas of the parties.
For Song Wei, Zhong Shan said, 'My sword is the most appropriate.' For the elders who dissuaded him, Zhong Shan said, ‘I don’t go at this time, the heart is not perfect, and it’s hard to practice in the future. ’
He led the eight elite disciples who followed him down the mountain, taking the lead and playing the first battle of the Southland.
The snow cloud has accumulated for a long time and finally began to fall snow.
Sporadic snowflakes accompanied by the cold wind, the bigger and bigger, quickly flooded the rugged mountain road.
On the cliff, the young man sits cross-legged on a raised mountain rock.
The sword is placed across the knee.
Nowadays, the wind and the sword, the power of the gods themselves, can no longer cover him. No one will ever feel that he is the first to see his sword first.
Zhong Shan perceives the earth shaking slightly, his eyes passing through the curtain of snow and falling on the shadow of the mountain.
The shadows are coming in, like black tides.
He thought, life and death dilemma?
If you know where you are going, it is not that difficult.
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In the same snowy night, Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan just ended a battle, or a unilateral massacre, and continued to go east.
As expected, there was an ambush along the way, but even if the spirit was tight to the extreme, Yin Yin did not stop playing the sword in the sea.
Nowadays, his Ling Xiaojian trick has long been familiar with his heart, but if he wants to be against the enemy, the real yuan is huge, but the power is not as good as the cold water sword, and even less than the blue sky sword.
Yin Yin can't help but think that fortunately, the brothers are around, and they are not worried. It looks useful to look good.
The next moment he stopped this kind of cranky thoughts, because Luo Mingchuan gently shook his hand.
The two people tacitly stopped.
After crossing this seafront empty city, and then crossing the sea, it is Donglu. The battle of the genius did not make them feel burned, almost alert at the same time.
After the two interest, a figure appeared at the end of the empty long street.
The eyesight of the practitioners allowed Yin Yin to pass through the night and see that it was a monk. The face does not look old, there is no Zen stick in his hand, only a string of ebony beads.
The wind and snow stagnation and the ruin of the street scene make him even more ugly. It is no different from many monks in the world. Speaking of spiritual temperament, it is far less than those of the Buddhist monks who have gone out of the way to solve the disease and save people.
The monk stopped at three feet and announced a Buddha number. Then he said, "Loss Lord, don't come innocent."
The sound was very gentle, but he spoke, and the snow on the long street was strangely calm.
Luo Mingchuan’s subconscious mind was in front of Yin Yi’s body, and he did a trick.
"Master, long gone."
His eyes are heavy and he can't see his anger.
This greeting made Yin Yin more speculative, and he couldn’t help but feel tight when he was saluting.
Luo Mingchuan’s number of rituals can’t be mistaken, but his attitude is very tough. “I’m in a hurry with my younger brother, and I’m innocent, please Master Haihan.”
The monks did not answer, just smiled, and the long street was quiet and snowy. The thick clouds above their heads dissipated, and the silver-like starlight descended from the sky, illuminating the corner of the street.
The mind is moving and the wind is changing. Just like Mr. and Mr. Yu Shi, he has thrown his sleeves and changed the rain of heavy mountains.
This is the true sub-Holy means. The identity of the person is clear.
All the temples, innocent masters.
Guess was confirmed, Yin Yue felt the stagnation of the long street, some bad hunches, and looked at the people around him.
Luo Mingchuan knows what he wants to ask, and does not avoid people who don’t pass the sound. He explains to him sideways.
"When I was a child in Qiongzhou, I encountered a master who traveled the mountain and bluntly said that I would not be a big weapon in the future. It would be a great disaster. From that day on, I began to practice the gentleman's way. However, my mother was worried and depressed, then I went to the school. I met you."
A few words clarified the cause and effect.
Innocent said, "Losch Lord, you have finally repaired the heavens and the nine turns and entered the magic road."
Luo Mingchuan’s expression is still calm. “Don’t ask the master why today?”
"It doesn't matter why poverty is not there. But where is the Yin Shizhu around you, where is it from? Where are you going?"
The innocent gaze is soft, and it also gives people a sense of oppression. In the face of such a profound realm, Yin Yi has no fear and coziness.
"I don't understand the master's Zen machine and deep meaning. I can only say that I am coming from the Huaya Peak to the East, and I am going to the East." The Master has to stop me?"
Innocent asked, "You know who is around you"
This sentence made him think of the temple of Xingshan Temple in an instant.
The more Yin Yin is going to blow up!
When is this all the time! Let me die, my brother will die! Will it! !
Luo Mingchuan felt his emotions unstable and pulled his sleeves. But the more Yin Yin was not cured, the more he became angry. "Senior brother, there are some things you don't care about, but I am not good for you."
"Master, I don't know how many celestial people you can count, just know that no one is perfect. The filial children will also rebel against their parents, and then the loving couple will have two days to hack each other every month. There are no natural saints in the world, you are waiting for my brother, it is too harsh..."
"My brother, because of your words in the past, for decades to be strict with yourself, to practice the gentleman's way, to stop the side, why did you take a wrong step? You said that he is enchanted, is he the devil?"
"The rhetoric of the number of stars is not the truth that I recognize."
Being so slammed, the innocent face is unchanged, just ask,
"What is your reason? Go to the Stars, why go?"
Yin Yi is more and more.
He admits that there is no such thing as Master's ‘killing without asking the right way, acting only by the heart’, and there is no noble consciousness of ‘the profit of heaven and earth.’
Then why do these things?
There was a breeze in the side, and I saw that the figure of Luo Mingchuan was empty, and the more outstretched hand fell, and the eyes disappeared without a trace.
Panic, stunned, angry, powerless, and the anxiety accumulated along the way, the fullness of the suffocation reached its peak, "How are you taking my brother!"
Laozi should not reason with your monk! There is more to say about it!
Aya is very great? ! Come and fight! !
Lin Yuanjian stunned out of the sheath, and the fierce sword screamed through the long street!
The snow on the ground was rolled up by the violent real yuan, and it circulated rapidly, and gathered with the sword, such as the long river running, the flood. Yin Yin flew over the volley, holding a sword and stabbing it, and suddenly appeared a foot away in front of the innocent.
Then I had to stop and fly around in the snow.
Heaven and earth return to silence.
Innocent and low-browed eyes, double palms fretting, seemingly like a combination, like the beginning of the lotus.
Lotus print!
In the night sky, the edge of the snow cloud is plated with golden light, and the vast micro-pressure is infiltrated. Yin Yue only feels that a mountain is pressed against the shoulders, and the wrist of the sword is more than a thousand pounds.
Into the inch can not.
Just a simple Buddha seal, let the ordinary **** become the Buddha of the law.
How can a human sword win the heavenly Buddha?
At the same time, in the world of Luomingchuan, it is Yin Yiyue that disappears out of thin air.
Innocent, "Tianluo nine turns, after all, there are also half of the origins of Buddhism, and the Lord of the Lords must know that the Buddha is only in a mind."
Luo Mingchuan said coldly, "I want to become a Buddha when I become a Buddha. If I want to become a demon, I will become a demon. Where to go, I will not bother the master!"
Let's say that both hands are flying, and there is no difference between them and innocent movements. Two identical lotus tablets are colliding!
Such as the thunder and the wild, the houses on both sides of the long street blasted in succession, the smoke and the sky, straight into the sky.
Yin Yin sensed the subtle changes in the long street air machine. Although I did not know what happened, it did not prevent him from seizing the opportunity.
After the sword's sudden convergence, the angle is abrupt, and the sword is not powerful, but it is almost at its best. After the afterimage, the sword edge finally pierced the lotus shadow!
Innocent looks like the figure is not moving, but the long sword is rubbing the edge of the left shoulder robes, a trace of his clothes.
Yin Yue knows that this is because the realm of the other party has touched the law of space, far faster than his "stepping the river".
Don't wait for him to change his sword again, just listen to innocent and shout, "Xinghe Shen!"
The monks opened their mouths tonight, and they always had a plain tone like the scriptures. At this time, they suddenly screamed, and it was like a silver bottle, and the ancient bell screamed!
Inexplicable, Yin Yi subconsciously changed the path of the real yuan, sinking the sword and cutting it to the innocent beads. The sharp swords slammed out, and the bluestone slabs on the long streets cracked open lines, and the golden light on the edge of the snow clouds was cut open.
When he returned to God, he had already made the first form of Ling Xiaojian, the star river sinking.
Fourteen beads were scattered in the innocent wrist, and they smashed into the eight sides, sealing him all the way out, and shouting, "Sea tide!"
The Linyuan sword was provoked from the bottom up. There were thousands of snows on the long street, accompanied by hurricanes, and the echoes surged like the tides.
The city is close to the coast, not far from the calm sea. At this time, it is like being stirred by the hurricane, and it is floating in the sky.
Fourteen beads were submerged by the snow, such as a lonely boat floating in the sea. Innocent handprints change, one foot back three feet, shouted, "Lianshan down!"
Lin Yuanjian went to the forefront and took the opportunity to squat down.
Ling Xiaojian started with three styles, the star river sinks, the sea tides, and even the mountains.
Just like the 30,000-mile river east into the sea, five thousand miles of sorrow on the sky.
After three strokes, Yin Yi became as if he had entered a certain wonderful realm, and he was running very smoothly.
Lin Yuanjian communicates with his mind, from the heart, the sword is self-contained.
I don't know how long it has been. He seems to be no longer in Long Street. There is no snow or snow in front of him. Sometimes joy, sometimes empty.
I only heard someone ask, "What is your reason?"
"I like this world, we must guard it."
"Like I like my brother, I want to be with him!"
"This is my reason!"
Simple and almost unreasonable.
"Oh--"
Innocent is penetrated by the heart, such as the image fragmentation.
Yin Yin is more eager to return to God, and then look at it again. There is no ruptured blue slate, no smoke and snow.
It is still the first long street. The night is quiet and the stars are weak. The brothers and the monks stood before his eyes.
Only one battle, only in the innocent meditation.
"Sincere, avenue to Jane. Congratulations to Yin Shizhu for breaking the Mahayana."
After saying this, the face of the monk is extremely savage and aging, just like the decades of vitality have passed away.
Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan are just performing salutes. "Thank you for the Master."
Innocently announced the Buddha number, calmly turned, took a step toward the school, and the figure disappeared instantly.
At the time, Yin Yi knew that this war was not a victory or a death.
An sacred lion was a lion, and he was blinded by the lions. He broke the border with Ling Yi, and he truly realized the power of Lin Yuan.
This is his battle for the road.