The person in the illusion was so different from the Uncle Jiang that Mu Yanyan had in mind that she couldn't help but give a dry laugh and tried to force an explanation, "It's just an illusion after all." Ruan Chang also responded in a trance.
Chen Jingzhi turned around and glanced at his junior sister who refused to accept reality, and decided to remain silent.
However, in the following visions, they saw successively——
The gentle and elegant elder of Yunyin Pavilion plucked the strings with her bare fingers, and the blood of the demon cultivators around her splattered three feet. She held the zither in one hand and walked forward, leaving limbs everywhere she passed.
The three people who had once had the honor of hearing the great elder play the piano and still remember the sound of the piano: "..."
Suddenly I felt a chill on the back of my neck.
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Taoist Master Renqi, whose reputation for saving lives in Baicao Valley spread throughout the world of cultivation, fluttered his sleeves and the demon cultivators around him fell down one by one. In the blink of an eye, they decayed into a pile of dry bones, which were shiny black.
Ruan Chang, who was sent to Baicao Valley for recuperation by her master due to her weak health when she was young and was coaxed into eating candy by this Taoist Renqi, said: "..."
The usually gentle smile on her face was a little stiff.
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Cheng Xuan Daojun, who was usually unruly and loved to fight with his disciples, came over with a blank expression on fire, leaving behind a pile of charred corpses;
The Immortal Wuxiang, who had a very poor alcohol tolerance but loved to drink too much, was often drunk and was picked up by his disciples and brought back to the sect. The young man raised his hand and made a seal, and the ground collapsed and the mountains collapsed in an instant;
At the Taihua Sect ceremony, the leader of the Fuyao Sect, whose presence was so weak that he was even overlooked by the disciples, was like a ghost on the battlefield, and every time he appeared, he would take away a demon cultivator;
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The three people from Taihua Sect looked at the many seniors on the battlefield, their eyes becoming more and more unreal.
When they finally saw Yaochuan Sword Master who was exactly the same as he is now, they were still a little dazed.
It can't be said to be exactly the same...
The Sword Master Yaochuan in the illusion was much sharper than what he saw now. He looked like a sharp sword without a sheath, which gave people the illusion of being stabbed. The Sword Master they saw on a daily basis, although he was also very powerful and frightening, his edge was like being sheathed, not exposed like in the illusion.
Among them, Shen Jing was the most touched. He could not help but put his hand on the hilt of the sword and rubbed it twice, and his steps towards the illusion stopped for a while. The other three people behind him also stopped.
Although they had long known that those seniors who had already become famous in the world of cultivation had also been unrestrained and brilliant in their youth, this was the first time they had witnessed so directly the ambition of those seniors who had long since restrained their edge.
Mu Yanyan couldn't help but tug at Shen Jingzhi's sleeve, hesitating, "Brother... there's no one controlling this illusion now..."
The implication was very obvious; she obviously wanted to stay in there for a while.
Shen Jingzhi frowned. He was about to say something, but when he opened his mouth, his face suddenly changed. He drew his sword and shouted, "Who?!"
Where the sword pointed, a young man jumped out nimbly.
His facial features seemed to be covered by a layer of mist, making them too blurry to be seen clearly.
The young man smiled and said, "Ah, I was discovered..."
He said “actually”, but there was no trace of surprise in his tone.
He seemed a little embarrassed. "If I say that I just happened to pass by, then... can you give me another way out?"
What responded to him was a slash that couldn't be more fierce.
A bloody mark suddenly appeared on the young man's chest, blood splattered, his body shook twice, and he fell backwards.
Mu Yanyan couldn't help but uttered "Ah" in a low voice. She didn't expect her senior brother to act so suddenly, but it was solved in the end. She was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw the figure of the fallen boy blurry for a while, and when she looked again, he had turned into a demon cultivator in the illusion.
Another clanging sound rang in his ears, and Chen Jingzhi held the sword in front of Lou Kongyu.
When the sword and the dagger touched each other, the figure of the young man slowly appeared in the empty place.
He seemed to glance at Lou Kongyu who was behind him and had not reacted at all, then realized something, uttered a low "huh", and then retreated without any entanglement.
Shen Jingzhi sensed something strange from the fight just now, his expression turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Demon cultivator."
The young man reappeared a few steps away and smiled nonchalantly, "Don't be so formal. We are all fellow Taoists after the oath... If we really come to it, I should call you 'Uncle Master'..."
Mu Yanyan had never expected that there was such a practice of blindly establishing relationships, and she was dumbfounded as she listened.
She was about to retort sharply, "What nonsense are you talking about?", but she saw that her senior brother beside her had really put away his sword as if he had thought of something.
Mu Yanyan:?!
Why would Senior Brother Shen believe such nonsense? Did this demon cultivator use some kind of psychedelic technique?
However, Chen Jingzhi had no intention of explaining to her. After realizing the identity and purpose of the visitor, he turned around and wanted to lead his companions out of the illusion, but was stopped by the young demon cultivator.
"You are a sword cultivator, right?" Qian Chen said with a smile, "Then you'd better stay and take a look."
He left this ambiguous sentence and disappeared in the illusion again.
Chen Jingzhi paused for a moment.
——What does that person mean?
He thought about what he had just seen. The seniors acted without any scruples and without regard for the consumption of spiritual energy. It seemed more like they were deliberately attracting attention here. What was the purpose?
The ground in the illusion suddenly shook, and a low roar sounded from the other side.
The pressure fell heavily, and the amulet on Ruan Chang's body could not withstand the sudden pressure and suddenly shattered. She trembled with her hands as if she wanted to reach into the storage bag, but under such a shock, her fingertips only trembled stiffly twice and then suddenly stopped.
Mu Yanyan and Lou Kongyu at the side also turned pale one after another.
That sound...
It’s Dragon Roar!!
Chen Jingzhi acted decisively and knocked out the three people beside him.
He finally realized where this secret place was, and immediately understood what the evil cultivator had meant by his words just now.
The fluctuations in the illusion were so violent that even Qian Chen could no longer use it to hide his body.
His figure appeared, he turned sideways and looked at Shen Jingzhi for a moment, with a provocative smile in his eyes - do you dare to stay?
Shen Jingzhi did not respond to this provocation, but his eyes fell directly in the direction where the sound came from.
With a rumbling sound like the earth splitting and the sky collapsing, the dragon's body rose into the air, the sunlight above its head was blocked, and the sky suddenly darkened.
Under the might of the dragon, the weaker cultivators on the battlefield, no matter which side they were on, were forced to kneel on the ground by the heavy might, unable to stand up.
When the dragon's tail swings, the mountains collapse; when it raises its head and roars, the heaven and earth shake.
When it takes a breath, it brings out a surge of air, and then it raises its head as if to spit out air. People in that direction or at that location can only retreat quickly.
——Under the dragon's breath, no grass can grow.
At the moment when he was stared at by that huge pupil, even though he knew it was an illusion, Shen Jingzhi's heart still tightened. The almost terrifying sense of crisis made his back sweat and his body stiff.
At this time, even Chen Jingzhi himself did not dare to confirm whether he would die in the next dragon breath.
Fortunately, when the dragon's breath was exhaled, it suddenly changed direction, and then the dragon let out an angry roar.
The roar caused the heaven and earth to shake.
Under the huge body of the dragon, the figure below is so small, not even as big as one of the dragon's pupils, yet it is so dazzling and vivid.
Chen Jingzhi and the images in the illusion looked up at the same time, and together they witnessed this shocking scene that spanned a thousand years.
The man's aura grew steadily, and something invisible seemed to gather in his empty hands, finally condensing into the shadow of a long sword.
Suddenly, the meaning of the sword was clearly understood.
——Kenshin.
It is the physical body of the swordsmanship of the person in front of you projected into the world.
The dragon, which had been wandering aimlessly and breathing out dragon breath wantonly, finally realized the threat it was facing.
It raised its dragon head forward and stared steadily at the little bug in front of it that dared to offend it, and a low threatening roar came from its throat.
It opened its mouth, and terrible energy gathered in its body.
Unlike the previous random spitting, the dark red ball of light slowly grew larger, and the terrifying energy storm contained in it distorted the surrounding space.
During the short period of accumulating power, a dark beam of light penetrated the front.
Even though he already knew the result in his heart, Shen Jingzhi still felt a tightness in his heart when he saw this scene.
Get away.
Directly in front of the beam of light, a huge circular hole was blasted out in the endless mountain range, but the person who was the target of the attack had already perched on top of the dragon's body.
The huge body flipped at a speed that was not consistent with its size, and the dragon's tail hit the man heavily. But under the sharp and huge impact that cut through the space, the man holding the sword did not dodge or evade this time, and had no intention of wavering.
The originally dazzling sun could only be reduced to a background under the sword light.
At that moment, the young man almost merged with the sword. The sword blade cut off the dragon's tail, and the splattering dragon blood poured onto the ground with a sizzling sound.
The original demonstrative roar turned into a roar, and dark spheres of various sizes gathered around the dragon's body and attacked the man intensively, but were cut off one by one.
The dragon finally realized the danger. It twisted its body and tried to dodge, but its speed was not as fast as the sword light that had turned into a stream of light.
The sharp light touched the scales again, and at the same time, the second charged violent dragon breath also hit the figure.
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Amid an energy riot that tore through space, splattered blood corroded a large piece of wasteland on the ground.
The severed dragon body stopped in mid-air and then fell to the ground with a loud bang.
The ground was shaken by the impact.
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This battle is called——
——Slay the dragon.
The person who accomplished this feat was none other than the former leader of the Taihua Sect, Linghua Daojun.
However, this is just the beginning of the legend of this Taoist master.
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Chen Jingzhi stared in amazement at the young man covered in blood.
He was still standing in mid-air, the dim sunlight illuminating his figure holding the sword, and he looked like the incarnation of kendo.
And in the next moment.
The long sword in the young man's hand broke into pieces, but in an instant, it turned into a stream of light and spread between heaven and earth.
Shen Jingzhi's heart skipped a beat.
Is this... the collapse and destruction of the Tao?
He suddenly remembered that in most people's impression, this Ling Hua Daojun was not a sword cultivator...
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