Zhongshan was already thousands of miles away at this time.
The cold wind was far more biting than that of Qinglu Mountain. The night was like thick ink that could not be dissolved. The continuous shadows of the mountains not far away looked like a giant beast lurking in the darkness.
He looked up but couldn't see the moon because the snow clouds were so thick that they blocked out the faint starlight.
Zhongshan thought that it would definitely snow tonight.
Eight disciples wearing ink-splashed landscape robes stood behind him. No one spoke in the howling north wind.
Unlike the fertile plains of the Central Continent, the Southern Continent is mountainous, with high terrain in the east and low terrain in the west. After the demon cultivators cross the sea, they have to cross mountains and ridges after passing through several coastal towns that have become deserted cities.
The Qinglu Sword Sect’s plan was simple.
Since they were outnumbered and weak against strong, they had to take advantage of the terrain and natural dangers to launch an ambush. Before the demon cultivators arrived at the hinterland of the South Continent, they had to gradually weaken their combat power and consume their will.
In addition to the formations on the beach and the traps along the way, the first ambush that required human intervention was the 'Dilemma'.
The Dilemma Pass was not a city wall, but the most precipitous mountain road in the southern land. The cliffs on both sides were solid rocks, towering into the clouds, with nowhere to climb. The narrowest part of the mountain road could only accommodate four people walking side by side.
If you don't pass through here, you will have to take a detour of thousands of miles.
Song Tang, who had succeeded the sect master, decided to set up a formation and hide on the cliff. When the demon cultivators entered the mountain path, he activated the blasting formation, causing the ground to shake and the mountain to collapse, burying at least a thousand enemies.
However, to create a blasting array of this scale that would destroy an entire mountain trail, it would need to be activated with sufficiently powerful sword intent.
The question is, who will go?
The number of people who go cannot be too large to avoid revealing their whereabouts, preferably no more than ten people. The leader must be determined and have no fear in the face of the vast and boundless demon cultivators.
You must have strong sword skills, be able to split mountains and rocks with one sword, and be invincible against ten thousand men. You must also fight with the strongest cultivator in the demon army, at least to hold him back until the mountain road completely collapses.
Selfishly speaking, Song Tang did not want his junior brother to go. The meaning of "dilemma" is "life and death dilemma". It is rumored that it is the place where a saint died in the Age of Saints. And the sword of that saint is exactly the Wind and Rain Sword in Zhongshan's hand.
This coincidence made Song Tang feel heavy.
From the perspective of the greater good, the elders of the sect did not want Zhongshan to go. He had amazing talent and had already comprehended the Wind and Rain Sword Intentions. If he had a hundred years, he would definitely be able to overcome the calamity and become a saint. He was the future of the Qinglu Sword Sect.
However, none of these can change the parties' minds.
Regarding Song Tang, Zhong Shan said, "My sword spirit is the most suitable." Regarding the elders who dissuaded him, Zhong Shan said, "If you don't go now, your Tao heart will not be complete, and it will be difficult to make any progress in your practice in the future."
He led the eight elite disciples who followed him down the mountain and took the lead in fighting the first battle in Nanlu.
After the snow clouds had accumulated for a long time, it finally began to snow.
The sporadic snowflakes, accompanied by the cold wind, grew heavier and heavier, soon covering the rugged mountain path.
On a cliff thousands of feet high, the young man sat cross-legged on a protruding rock.
The long sword is placed horizontally on the knee.
Nowadays, the might of the Wind and Rain Sword can no longer overshadow him. No one will think that compared to him, they will see his sword first.
Zhong Shan felt the earth shaking slightly, and his eyes passed through the snow curtain and fell on the shadow below the mountain.
The shadows were rushing in like a black tide.
He thought, a dilemma between life and death?
It's actually not that difficult if you know where you are going.
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On the same snowy night, Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan had just finished a battle, or a one-sided massacre, and continued to head towards East Land.
As expected, there were endless ambushes along the way. However, even though his mind was tense to the extreme, Yin Biyue did not stop practicing swordplay in his sea of consciousness.
By now, he has already mastered the Lingxiao Sword Technique, but when fighting against the enemy, it consumes a huge amount of true energy, and its power is still not as strong as the Hanshui Sword, let alone the Qingtian Bairi Sword.
Yin Biyue couldn't help but think that fortunately his senior brother was by his side, so he didn't have to worry too much. Good looks are useful.
The next moment he stopped thinking about this because Luo Mingchuan gently held his hand.
The two of them stopped in tacit understanding.
After passing this deserted coastal city and crossing the sea, they would reach the East Continent. The battle just now did not make them tired, and they became alert almost at the same time.
Two breaths later, a figure appeared at the end of the empty long street.
With the eyesight of a practitioner, Yin Bi could see through the darkness and clearly see that it was a monk. His face could not tell his age, and he did not hold a Zen stick, but only a string of ebony Buddhist beads.
The bleak snow and dilapidated street scene made his monk robe look even more gray, just like many other monks in the world. Speaking of his spirit and demeanor, he was far inferior to those Buddhist doctors who came out of the mountains to heal the sick and save people in troubled times.
The monk stopped three feet away and chanted a Buddhist name. Then he said, "Donor Luo, how are you?"
The voice was gentle, but when he opened his mouth, the snowy street suddenly became strangely quiet.
Luo Mingchuan subconsciously stood in front of Yin Biyue and bowed.
"Master, long time no see."
His eyes were solemn, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
This greeting made Yin Biyue guess something, and his heart tightened as he saluted.
Luo Mingchuan's manners were impeccable, but his attitude was very tough. "My junior brother and I are in a hurry to get on the road. We have no time to exchange pleasantries. Please forgive us, Master."
The monk did not answer, but just smiled. The wind was still and the snow had stopped falling on the long street. The thick clouds above their heads dissipated, and the silver-like starlight came down from the sky, illuminating the remaining snow on the street corner.
A thought can cause changes in the situation, just like the abbot and Yu Shi, who once waved their sleeves and threw down their cups to change the weather in Chongming Mountain.
This is the true method of a sub-saint. The identity of the visitor is very clear.
Jiekong Temple, Master Wuwang.
The guess was confirmed. Yin Bi felt the almost stagnant energy in the long street. He had a bad premonition and glanced at the people around him.
Luo Mingchuan knew what he wanted to ask, so he turned aside and explained, "When I was a child in Qiongzhou, I met a master who was traveling. He told me that if I didn't achieve great things in the future, I would end up in disaster. From that day on, I began to practice the way of a gentleman. However, my mother was worried and died of depression. Then I entered the academy and met you."
Just a few words explained the cause and effect.
Wuwang said, "Master Luo, you finally completed the Nine Heavenly Luo Transformations and entered the path of evil."
Luo Mingchuan's expression remained calm. "May I ask why you are here today, Master?"
"It is not important why I came here. But where did this donor Yin beside you come from? Where is he going?"
Wuwang's eyes were gentle, but they also gave people a sense of oppression that could not be hidden. Facing such a high level, Yin Biyue did not have the slightest awe or fear, "I don't understand the master's Zen and profound meaning. I can only say that I came from Cangya Xihua Peak and went to Donglu Yunxingyuan. Master, do you want to stop us two?"
Wuwang asked, "Do you know who is next to you?"
This sentence instantly reminded him of the Buddhist hall in Xingshan Temple.
Yin Biyue was about to explode!
It's already this late! Will I die if I let my brother go? Will I?!
Luo Mingchuan sensed his unstable mood and pulled his sleeve. But this time, Yin Bi felt more angry than the warmth of being healed. "Brother, there are some things you don't care about, but I feel unfair for you."
"Master, I don't know how much of the secrets you bigwigs can predict, but I know that no one is perfect. Even the most filial children will disobey their parents, and even the most loving couples will want to kill each other two days a month. There are no natural saints in this world, and you are being too harsh on my brother..."
"Because of what you said back then, my senior brother has been strict with himself for decades, practicing the way of a gentleman, and behaving properly. Has he ever made a wrong step? You say he has been possessed by a demon, so does that mean he is the demon?"
"I don't believe in the idea of destiny and star tracks."
Being contradicted like this, Wuwang remained calm and just asked,
"Then what is your reasoning? Why do you go to Meteorite Abyss?"
Yin Biyue was startled.
He believed that he did not have the master's principle of "killing people without asking for justice and acting according to one's heart", nor did he have the noble awareness of "for the benefit of heaven and earth, life and death are of the essence".
So why do these things?
Suddenly, there was a breeze around him, and Luo Mingchuan's figure disappeared into thin air. Yin Biyue's outstretched hand fell into thin air, and he watched helplessly as the person beside him disappeared without a trace.
Panic, shock, anger, powerlessness, and the anxiety accumulated along the way, all the anger in my heart reached its peak, "What did you do to my brother!"
I shouldn't reason with monks like you! What's the point of saying more?
The sub-sage is so great?! Let’s have a fight!!
The Linyuan Sword was unsheathed with a sad look, and the sharp sword cry echoed throughout the long street!
The remaining snow on the ground was swept up by the violent true energy, spinning rapidly, gathering with the sword's force, like a long river flowing, a surging flood. Yin Biyue flew into the air, thrusting straight with the sword, and appeared in front of Wuwang a foot away in an instant.
Then he had to stop, and snow fell all over his body.
Silence returned to the world.
Wuwang lowered his eyebrows and eyes, his palms moved slightly, as if opening and closing, like a lotus flower just blooming.
Lotus Seal!
The edges of the snow clouds in the night sky were coated with golden light, and a huge micro-pressure penetrated down. Yin Biyue felt as if a mountain was pressing on his shoulders, and the wrist holding the sword weighed more than a thousand pounds.
No progress can be made.
Just a simple Buddhist seal can transform an ordinary-looking monk into a Buddha with a majestic appearance.
How can a sword on earth defeat the Buddha in heaven?
At the same time, in Luo Mingchuan's world, it was Yin Biyue who disappeared out of thin air.
Wuwang said, "After all, Tianluo Jiuzhuan also has half Buddhist origins. Donor Luo must know that Buddha and devil are only a thought away."
Luo Mingchuan said in a cold voice, "If I want to become a Buddha, I will become a Buddha. If I want to become a demon, I will become a demon. Master, don't worry about where to go!"
After saying that, his hands flew, and his movements were exactly the same as Wuwang's, and two identical lotus seals collided with each other with a loud bang!
Like thunder crashing into the wilderness, the houses on both sides of the long street exploded one after another, and smoke and dust filled the sky and rose straight into the sky.
Yin Biyue sensed the subtle changes in the energy of the long street. Although he didn't know what happened, it didn't stop him from seizing the opportunity.
After the sword's momentum suddenly subsided, the angle suddenly changed. The power of this sword was not great, but it was extremely fast. The afterimage flew by, and the sword finally pierced through the phantom of the lotus platform!
Wuwang seemed to be motionless, but his sword brushed past the edge of his monk's robe on his left shoulder without touching the corner of his clothes at all.
Yin Biyue knew that this was because the other party's realm had touched the laws of space, which was much faster than his "Treading Mountains and Rivers" body movement.
Before he could change his sword stance, Wuwang shouted, "Xingheshen!"
The monk spoke tonight in a calm tone, like chanting scriptures. But at this moment, he suddenly shouted loudly, like a silver bottle breaking and an ancient bell ringing mournfully!
Inexplicably, Yin Biyue subconsciously changed the path of his true energy, lowered his wrist and swung his sword, cutting at the Buddhist beads in Wuwang's hand. The sharp sword energy burst out, cracking the bluestone slabs on the long street, and the golden light on the edge of the snow cloud was cut inch by inch.
When he came back to his senses, he had already used the first move of Lingxiao Sword Technique - Xinghe Shen.
The fourteen Buddhist beads on Wuwang's wrist scattered and shot in all directions, blocking all his escape routes. At the same time, he shouted, "The tide is rising!"
The Linyuan Sword was raised from bottom to top. Thousands of piles of snow lay on the long street, and the sound of the howling north wind echoed like the surging tide and the crashing waves on the shore.
This city is close to the coast. Not far away there was a calm sea, but now it seemed to be stirred by a hurricane, with huge waves rising into the sky in an instant.
The fourteen Buddhist beads were submerged in the wind and snow, like a lone boat drifting in the sea. Wuwang changed his hand seals, retreated three feet, and shouted, "The mountains will fall!"
The Linyuan Sword moved forward unstoppably, slashing down with the force of the earth collapsing and the mountains pushing down.
The first three moves of Lingxiao Sword Technique are: galaxies sinking, sea tides rising, and mountains collapsing.
Just like a river flowing eastward for 30,000 miles into the sea, or a mountain rising 5,000 feet into the sky.
After three moves, Yin Biyue seemed to have entered some kind of wonderful realm, his true energy surged and his movements were extremely smooth.
The Linyuan Sword is in tune with his mind, and he can do whatever he wants with the sword.
I don't know how much time has passed, he seems to no longer be on the long street, there is no snow and wind, no monks in front of him. Sometimes he is happy, sometimes he is empty.
I only heard someone ask, "What is your doctrine?"
"I like this world, so I want to protect it."
"Just like I like my senior brother, I want to be with him!"
“That’s my truth!”
It’s so simple, almost unreasonable.
“Crash——”
Wuwang's heart was pierced by Linyuan, and it shattered like a mirror.
Yin Biyue suddenly came back to his senses and looked carefully again. It turned out that the bluestone slab had never been cracked, and there was no smoke, dust, wind or snow.
It was the same long street where they had first met. The night was quiet, with faint starlight. His senior brother and the monk stood before him.
In the battle just now, I was only in a state of meditation.
"Good! The great truth is simple. Congratulations to donor Yin for being able to understand the Mahayana."
After saying this, the monk's face quickly became gray and aged, as if decades of vitality had slipped away in an instant.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan bowed politely, "Thank you, Master."
Wuwang chanted a Buddhist name, turned around calmly, took a step towards the school, and his figure disappeared in an instant.
Yin Biyue now understood that this battle was not about winning or losing, nor about life or death.
A sub-sage used the Buddhist secret of Lion's Roar to help him clear up the confusion, and he broke through the barrier with Lingxiao sword intent. From then on, he truly understood the power of Linyuan, the magical weapon.
This is his battle to establish his own path.
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