Chapter 540 Self-sealing
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 540 Self-sealing
Dressed in red, with a delicate and evil face, the little sword spirit with runes on his cheeks sat on the handle of Miao Dao. His red eyes looked at the female cultivator who blocked him, and he opened his mouth slightly:
"You have two ancient weapons, I admit that I can't get rid of you, what do you want?"
After listening to Dao Ling's words, Jian Jian frowned slightly, knowing that the other party was referring to the Moxi Sword and Moyue Zhan, and the people who eat melons thought it was the two swords in Jian Jian's hands, but this did not delay everyone's envy for Jian Jian.
Jian Jian didn't speak, but took a step sideways, revealing Yun Yun Zhenzun.
"Leave the crystal coffin and seal yourself!"
Yun Yun spoke forcefully.
After hearing this, Dao Ling raised his eyebrows and said:
"Huh! What a big tone, you ask her, is there anyone in this world who has the ability to seal me?"
Simply noncommittal, Mo Xi Sword Spirit also sent a sound transmission to himself just now:
"This guy has been full of evil spirits since the beginning of refining. If you want to destroy him, unless you ascend to the God Realm, if you want to seal it, it's not impossible. You have to sacrifice all the merits of your body, and you can only seal him for 1000 Years, this is because your merits are strong enough, after a thousand years, he will have his own way to break through the seal, how to do it is up to you."
"Okay, I understand."
After listening to Dao Ling's words, he simply smiled, and then said kindly:
"Look at me again."
Dao Ling listened to Jian Jian's words, subconsciously took another look at Jian Jian, and a red light flashed in his eyes:
"Hmph! You are willing!"
Said simply and generously:
"It's enough to earn more, what is there to be reluctant to seal you, maybe the way of heaven can bestow more merits."
The red-clothed sword spirit was a little out of breath. He was originally sitting on the handle of the knife, but now he stood up:
"Even if you are willing, it is only 1000 years."
This time, he simply pursed his lips into a smile, tilted his head, and said in a tone that would kill anyone:
"My Lingyun Continent has been passed down so far, and I still can't find someone with merit to continue to seal you? If you can't seal it for 1000 years, let's seal it for 100 years, find ten or a hundred people, and seal you forever!"
"you!"
Dao Ling was froze by the simple words. At this time, Master Jue Song of Fozong also said:
"Amitabha! The Arhat Hall of my Buddhist sect can be used as a place to suppress evil."
Dao Ling is not afraid of these people surrounding him, he will have a chance to escape if he fights hard, but the female cultivator in front of him makes him quite afraid, after all, he has just lost his master and cannot persist in attacking for a long time.
If this female cultivator insists on exhausting herself, with her merits, she can indeed seal herself, Dao Ling gritted her teeth and said:
"What do you want?"
"Leave the crystal coffin and seal yourself for 1000 years!"
The seven orifices of the sword spirit are producing smoke, but at this time, they have received a sound transmission from the silent sword spirit:
"Red clothes, you can do as my master tells you! Otherwise, you will be sealed by the master with merit. If she loses her merit, she will definitely arrange for someone to seal you in this world forever. She will take revenge."
"After you sealed yourself for 1000 years, my master and I have already ascended, so I don't care about you! It's okay to find a new master!"
The blood-colored Miao Dao's Dao Ling Hongyi, after hearing the words of Mo Xi Jian Ling, his red eyes flickered, and finally said:
"Forget you! In the way of heaven, the blood-clothed red knife has sealed itself for a thousand years. After a thousand years, we will each rely on our own abilities!"
As soon as the words fell, the red clothes were submerged in the blood-colored Miao Dao, all the evil energy in his body was absorbed, and he fell straight into the sea.
Among the monks watching, some people's eyes were eager to move. It was an ancient weapon. They didn't look at the face-to-face just now, and they damaged the magic weapon on a fit venerable. The location of the fall.
After the evil knife fell into the sea, the crystal coffin lost its support and immediately fell downwards. Jian Jian, who was the closest, put away his two swords, opened the crystal coffin with a wave of his hand, and the person lying inside revealed his true face.
"Little Lord!!!"
A Yunhai sect monk who came with Yu Tuzun and Han Pengfei exclaimed.
After simply seeing Nanxiu's face, his surprise flashed away.
The male cultivator lying in the crystal coffin with his eyes closed was the one who stood in front of Du Yanran in his previous life and shot at him, causing him to die in the end. He did not expect to meet in this way in this life.
Before Jian Jian could make a move, the moon had already taken a step ahead, and the five little claws grabbed at the male cultivator fiercely. At the same time, a sword light also attacked from the oblique stab, and went straight to the moon.
'How daring! Jian Jian thought in his heart, the obsidian bracelet was already ready to go, and the fist wrapped in purple halo hit Jianguang directly.
The sword light was smashed into two pieces and dissipated in the air. The moon's attack also fell on the opponent's body. Following five white lights flashed, a wisp of black smoke rose from the opponent's body.
Everything happened within three breaths, only those who shot and the simple reaction were the fastest.
"Little friend Sword Killer, please be merciful."
Yun Yun had to speak to stop Jian Jian.
The moon has already flashed from the simple shoulders to the body of the male cultivator in the crystal coffin, and his small claws are pressing on the opponent's dantian, and he will directly destroy the opponent when the master gives an order.
Jian Jian turned around slowly, bowed his hands to Master Yun Yun, and glanced at the shooter standing behind Han Pengfei.
The other party flinched a little, but still didn't flinch, his eyes still stayed on the male cultivator in the crystal coffin, his eyes flickered as he looked at the moon.
"What does Master Yunyun mean by this?" Zhenzun Tianyu asked in a low voice.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jian Lu is cutting grass and roots. I don't know why the people of Yunhaizong tried to stop it.
The person who made the move before stood up from behind Han Pengfei, and saluted Tianlong Zhenzun and Jian Jian before explaining:
"Senior, calm down. This person is the young master of my Yin family. He went out for training a hundred years ago and has never returned. He did not expect to fall into the hands of evil cultivators."
Simply turn your head to look at Tianzhu Zhenzun.
Tianlong nodded, then simply said:
"Moon, come back!"
The moon has teleported back to Jian Jian's shoulders, hooking Jian Jian's neck with its tail.
"Your Majesty, this son still has the remnant soul of an evil cultivator!"
"You didn't kill it just now?"
Jian Jian turned his eyes and stepped back to Zhen Zun's side, at the same time he asked the moon through sound transmission.
"No, I killed a third of it, and the evil soul is almost integrated with this person's soul. If you want to get rid of them all, it will damage his soul."
"What about direct killing?" Jian Jian continued to ask.
"Yes, but those who watch Yunhaizong must protect him."
The male cultivator of the Yin family rushed directly to the crystal coffin, helped his young master out, and tried to wake him up.
Jian Jian stared at the other side indifferently, and relayed what the moon said to Zhenzun Tianzhu, and how to deal with it depends on the meaning of Zhenzun.
All the people present were watching the changes quietly, and when the true master spoke, there was naturally no room for others to intervene.
When Yin Zhengchuan was awakened, his eyes were full of bewilderment, he looked at the person who was supporting him, and said with difficulty:
"Uncle Yin."
"Young master, what happened to you? You have been missing for a hundred years. If the soul lamp was not still on, we would have thought you had fallen."
Yin Zhengchuan supported his head, raised his head and looked around, looking at the densely packed monks around him.
When Yin Zhengchuan's gaze passed Jian Jian's face, Jian Jian looked directly into the other's eyes, and a blue light flashed in his eyes.
"I was...exploring a...relict mansion together with my friends, and was dragged into...the ground by a...brown vine, and...I don't remember it after that."
Pressing his forehead, Yin Zhengchuan said intermittently while trying to recall.
The fit monk known as Uncle Yin turned his gaze to the moon.
(End of this chapter)
Dressed in red, with a delicate and evil face, the little sword spirit with runes on his cheeks sat on the handle of Miao Dao. His red eyes looked at the female cultivator who blocked him, and he opened his mouth slightly:
"You have two ancient weapons, I admit that I can't get rid of you, what do you want?"
After listening to Dao Ling's words, Jian Jian frowned slightly, knowing that the other party was referring to the Moxi Sword and Moyue Zhan, and the people who eat melons thought it was the two swords in Jian Jian's hands, but this did not delay everyone's envy for Jian Jian.
Jian Jian didn't speak, but took a step sideways, revealing Yun Yun Zhenzun.
"Leave the crystal coffin and seal yourself!"
Yun Yun spoke forcefully.
After hearing this, Dao Ling raised his eyebrows and said:
"Huh! What a big tone, you ask her, is there anyone in this world who has the ability to seal me?"
Simply noncommittal, Mo Xi Sword Spirit also sent a sound transmission to himself just now:
"This guy has been full of evil spirits since the beginning of refining. If you want to destroy him, unless you ascend to the God Realm, if you want to seal it, it's not impossible. You have to sacrifice all the merits of your body, and you can only seal him for 1000 Years, this is because your merits are strong enough, after a thousand years, he will have his own way to break through the seal, how to do it is up to you."
"Okay, I understand."
After listening to Dao Ling's words, he simply smiled, and then said kindly:
"Look at me again."
Dao Ling listened to Jian Jian's words, subconsciously took another look at Jian Jian, and a red light flashed in his eyes:
"Hmph! You are willing!"
Said simply and generously:
"It's enough to earn more, what is there to be reluctant to seal you, maybe the way of heaven can bestow more merits."
The red-clothed sword spirit was a little out of breath. He was originally sitting on the handle of the knife, but now he stood up:
"Even if you are willing, it is only 1000 years."
This time, he simply pursed his lips into a smile, tilted his head, and said in a tone that would kill anyone:
"My Lingyun Continent has been passed down so far, and I still can't find someone with merit to continue to seal you? If you can't seal it for 1000 years, let's seal it for 100 years, find ten or a hundred people, and seal you forever!"
"you!"
Dao Ling was froze by the simple words. At this time, Master Jue Song of Fozong also said:
"Amitabha! The Arhat Hall of my Buddhist sect can be used as a place to suppress evil."
Dao Ling is not afraid of these people surrounding him, he will have a chance to escape if he fights hard, but the female cultivator in front of him makes him quite afraid, after all, he has just lost his master and cannot persist in attacking for a long time.
If this female cultivator insists on exhausting herself, with her merits, she can indeed seal herself, Dao Ling gritted her teeth and said:
"What do you want?"
"Leave the crystal coffin and seal yourself for 1000 years!"
The seven orifices of the sword spirit are producing smoke, but at this time, they have received a sound transmission from the silent sword spirit:
"Red clothes, you can do as my master tells you! Otherwise, you will be sealed by the master with merit. If she loses her merit, she will definitely arrange for someone to seal you in this world forever. She will take revenge."
"After you sealed yourself for 1000 years, my master and I have already ascended, so I don't care about you! It's okay to find a new master!"
The blood-colored Miao Dao's Dao Ling Hongyi, after hearing the words of Mo Xi Jian Ling, his red eyes flickered, and finally said:
"Forget you! In the way of heaven, the blood-clothed red knife has sealed itself for a thousand years. After a thousand years, we will each rely on our own abilities!"
As soon as the words fell, the red clothes were submerged in the blood-colored Miao Dao, all the evil energy in his body was absorbed, and he fell straight into the sea.
Among the monks watching, some people's eyes were eager to move. It was an ancient weapon. They didn't look at the face-to-face just now, and they damaged the magic weapon on a fit venerable. The location of the fall.
After the evil knife fell into the sea, the crystal coffin lost its support and immediately fell downwards. Jian Jian, who was the closest, put away his two swords, opened the crystal coffin with a wave of his hand, and the person lying inside revealed his true face.
"Little Lord!!!"
A Yunhai sect monk who came with Yu Tuzun and Han Pengfei exclaimed.
After simply seeing Nanxiu's face, his surprise flashed away.
The male cultivator lying in the crystal coffin with his eyes closed was the one who stood in front of Du Yanran in his previous life and shot at him, causing him to die in the end. He did not expect to meet in this way in this life.
Before Jian Jian could make a move, the moon had already taken a step ahead, and the five little claws grabbed at the male cultivator fiercely. At the same time, a sword light also attacked from the oblique stab, and went straight to the moon.
'How daring! Jian Jian thought in his heart, the obsidian bracelet was already ready to go, and the fist wrapped in purple halo hit Jianguang directly.
The sword light was smashed into two pieces and dissipated in the air. The moon's attack also fell on the opponent's body. Following five white lights flashed, a wisp of black smoke rose from the opponent's body.
Everything happened within three breaths, only those who shot and the simple reaction were the fastest.
"Little friend Sword Killer, please be merciful."
Yun Yun had to speak to stop Jian Jian.
The moon has already flashed from the simple shoulders to the body of the male cultivator in the crystal coffin, and his small claws are pressing on the opponent's dantian, and he will directly destroy the opponent when the master gives an order.
Jian Jian turned around slowly, bowed his hands to Master Yun Yun, and glanced at the shooter standing behind Han Pengfei.
The other party flinched a little, but still didn't flinch, his eyes still stayed on the male cultivator in the crystal coffin, his eyes flickered as he looked at the moon.
"What does Master Yunyun mean by this?" Zhenzun Tianyu asked in a low voice.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jian Lu is cutting grass and roots. I don't know why the people of Yunhaizong tried to stop it.
The person who made the move before stood up from behind Han Pengfei, and saluted Tianlong Zhenzun and Jian Jian before explaining:
"Senior, calm down. This person is the young master of my Yin family. He went out for training a hundred years ago and has never returned. He did not expect to fall into the hands of evil cultivators."
Simply turn your head to look at Tianzhu Zhenzun.
Tianlong nodded, then simply said:
"Moon, come back!"
The moon has teleported back to Jian Jian's shoulders, hooking Jian Jian's neck with its tail.
"Your Majesty, this son still has the remnant soul of an evil cultivator!"
"You didn't kill it just now?"
Jian Jian turned his eyes and stepped back to Zhen Zun's side, at the same time he asked the moon through sound transmission.
"No, I killed a third of it, and the evil soul is almost integrated with this person's soul. If you want to get rid of them all, it will damage his soul."
"What about direct killing?" Jian Jian continued to ask.
"Yes, but those who watch Yunhaizong must protect him."
The male cultivator of the Yin family rushed directly to the crystal coffin, helped his young master out, and tried to wake him up.
Jian Jian stared at the other side indifferently, and relayed what the moon said to Zhenzun Tianzhu, and how to deal with it depends on the meaning of Zhenzun.
All the people present were watching the changes quietly, and when the true master spoke, there was naturally no room for others to intervene.
When Yin Zhengchuan was awakened, his eyes were full of bewilderment, he looked at the person who was supporting him, and said with difficulty:
"Uncle Yin."
"Young master, what happened to you? You have been missing for a hundred years. If the soul lamp was not still on, we would have thought you had fallen."
Yin Zhengchuan supported his head, raised his head and looked around, looking at the densely packed monks around him.
When Yin Zhengchuan's gaze passed Jian Jian's face, Jian Jian looked directly into the other's eyes, and a blue light flashed in his eyes.
"I was...exploring a...relict mansion together with my friends, and was dragged into...the ground by a...brown vine, and...I don't remember it after that."
Pressing his forehead, Yin Zhengchuan said intermittently while trying to recall.
The fit monk known as Uncle Yin turned his gaze to the moon.
(End of this chapter)
