There is no payment, but Hongyangzi already knows who is coming.

This handwritten letter must be written by Qingxuan Shen Zhenren himself, one stroke at a time, like a big road carving, as if it were natural.

Even if you look at the calligraphy of the world, it is enough to be passed down through the ages.

But savoring the meaning of it, it seems that one can see the idleness of the writer, as if he had just suddenly heard something, became interested, and then wrote casually and expressed his intentions, which was not serious after all.

If it was an ordinary person, it would be fine, but he knew that this person had such a ability to be proud of the world.

Even unconsciously felt a little honored in his heart, as if because he could still look down on his Taoism, he had a kind of emotion that he had cultivated all his life in vain.

When Hongyangzi realized that he had such a thought, the first thing he felt was not anger, but helplessness.

Before he arrived, he had already admitted defeat in his heart.

After all, Huangji Buddha is his opponent who has fought for most of his life, and in the end he defeated the other party, so it is not difficult to accept it. In the end, the Taoist boy in the Taoist temple heard the master say, "Tong'er keeps this handwritten book for a good life, and in the future it may be more precious than our fundamental Dao recipe." ”

The night is as cool as water, the distant lake is like a mirror, and in the cold night, it is like ink.

The moon in the sky is already very big and round, too yin and flawless, and the rhyme is natural.

Shen Lian sat on the small building near the lake with the light rain, quietly watching a bright moon in the center of the lake, with the fluctuation of water lines, the full moon spread out, and the waves were dotted, as if the stars were reflected all over the lake.

Chao Xiaoyumei~ Eyes flowed, looking forward to Liuhui, and said leisurely: "The scenery tonight is very beautiful, I like it very much." ”

Shen Lian said: "There is no moon in the night, there is no lake in the night, it's just that others are not as leisurely as you and me." ”

Chao Xiaoyu looked at Shen Lian's slender white~hui fingers, as if he was sculpting with ivory, and he couldn't see a trace of pores. These hands can play shocking Taoist skills, and they can also perform swordsmanship that is difficult to find in the world, killing people and saving people, all in the middle of their thoughts.

She had never admired a person so much, Shen Lian was the first, and definitely the last.

Chao Xiaoyu smiled slightly: "That's right, the rarest thing in this world is the word 'leisure', and if you do it, you are happier than the gods." ”

Shen Lian sighed and said, "Xiaoyu, you are wrong, being an immortal in the world is not a happy thing. ”

"You're a little closer to the Immortal Buddha than me, it seems that I can't refute your sentence. She smirked.

"Xiaoyu, you are wrong again, becoming an immortal and becoming a Buddha cannot be separated from human nature, the divine immortal Buddha, in the end, is only a real being, can get rid of life and death, and is still in reincarnation. Shen Lian said leisurely, as if telling a truth.

In any case, it is also excellent to be free from life and death for a while, but some people may not understand this. Chao Xiaoyu pointed out.

Shen Lian said softly: "Since you don't understand, then let's die." ”

The fingers that were like ivory sculptures, white ~ and extremely white, became like the sickle of death in an instant. At the time of a thought, ten fingers moved the void, and there was a slight trembling sound, like a flowing spring under the moonlit night, and in an instant, the calm and waveless lake appeared with a heavy column of water.

The wind is howling and everywhere.

Shen Lian's mana also reached anywhere within a mile, subtle and subtle.

Every drop of lake water has become an extension of his perspective, and every drop of lake water can carry his mana.

What is the difference between him and the immortal Buddha at this time, the Tao is endless, and the Dharma is endless.

The quiet lake water, there are turbulent waves, and even in an instant, it wants to engulf the small building near the lake. The Jimo Peak in the distance towers into the clouds, silent for eternity, and ignores the roar of the lake.

In the sound of the water, in the sound of the wind, the sound of the heartbeat dissolves in it, and there is no difference.

Even with the most subtle spiritual sense, there is no desire to distinguish the difference.

Shen Lian didn't seem to make a difference.

The moonlight is like water, the lake is like waves, and in the void, half of the tip of the sword is stabbed obliquely, pouring like flowing water.

This sword has the unfathomable power of ghosts and gods, and has lost all subtle changes, and has only turned into a simple stab.

It's as simple as a stab, even if you practice thousands of times, I'm afraid you won't be able to stab.

The sword pierced the void, erased the traces, and was born out of nothingness, appearing suddenly, as if containing light and shadow, as fast as lightning.

It wasn't until the tip of the sword appeared that the killing intent was like a tide, filling the small building.

This thorn is going towards the light rain.

The tip of the sword broke through the moonlight, and a little cold light pierced Shen Lian's eyes, making him feel a little cold in his heart.

The determination brought about by thousands of tempers made the sword intent of the Yuanqing Patriarch, who had already turned into a divine soul, a little eager to try.

If it weren't for such a pure killing intent, it would not be enough to attract the sword intent that had been inherited from the ancestor.

Even if Chao Xiaoyu suffered such a terrible assassination, she was still extremely calm, she was not scared stupid, but trusted Shen Lian unreservedly, and she didn't even gather mana.

The reaction of the sword intent in Shen Lian's body seemed to be faster than the thought, and when his hands were naturally not allowed to make a move, he gently stretched out, and the white ~ white fingers were brought together, and when the tip of the sword was about to stab Chao Xiaoyu, it suddenly stopped.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to tremble a thousand times, and an unimaginable terrifying power burst out in this small space.

It was powerful enough to destroy everything around him, including the master of the sword, the terrifying assassin.

But the white~hui fingers burst out with red light, and the heavy Taoist meaning like the earth flowed out, making people's hearts feel at ease.

The earth-shattering terrifying energy finally resembled a raging flood, and finally could not withstand the heaviness of the earth, and after releasing all the aftermath, it became quiet, and it was difficult to make waves.

A drop of blood flowed down from Shen Lian's fingers, shining quietly in the air.

Shen Lian flicked his fingers, and the blood beads turned into blood mist, enveloping the void, revealing a figure.

The blood mist was like a net, binding him tightly, and then flicked his fingers on the tip of the sword, and a peerless divine weapon was suddenly submerged by the red light, and suddenly turned into a puddle of molten iron.

A palm, flesh blurred.

It was the hand that held the sword, and it was the hand of the Assassin.

Outside the blue sky and clouds, there is a sky outside the sky. Assassins are naturally Extraterrestrial Assassins.

When Shen Lian restrained him, a terrifying wave of energy spread out, blasting the entire small building into ashes, and there was nothing left, as if there had never been a small building in that location.

Shen Lian and Chao Xiaoyu are not in the building, but in the sky, in the white clouds, under the mercury-like moonlight soaking ~ moistening, high and clean dust.

Watching the lake water swallow up the ashes of the small building, washing away all traces, Shen Lian spoke: "Until now, I have some feelings that the outer heavens are very terrifying. ”

Although Shen Lian defeated the assassin in an understatement, he was not happy in his heart.

Only Chao Xiaoyu understands this, because of his cultivation to this point, the assassin actually said that he would blow himself up, without any nostalgia, this is the most terrifying thing about the outside world, and it is even far better than their killing skills.

There is a saying in the Taoist scriptures that 'the people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death'.

When a person can abandon his life at any time, and he has great mana, the threat he poses can often go beyond his realm itself.

What's more, there is far more than one person in an organization like Outer Heaven that specializes in killing.

The monks around Jimo Peak received two messages.

Hongyangzi was enlightened by Shen Zhenren, and he was determined to go into the mountains and never ask about the world again.

At the same time, for the first time in thousands of years, the outer heavens returned to the next task.

Both of these things were enough to cause waves, and it is said that the most shocking thing for the monks was that the person who made the heavens and the heavens flinch was still Shen Zhenren of Qingxuan.

Next, the minds of the major branches of the Luo Sect received Shen Zhenren's prayers one after another, and some good deeds called it 'Yama Luo Ti'.

For a time, Qingxuan Shen Zhenren's reputation was great, and he also overshadowed his senior brother Chen Jianmei, the master of the Killing Observation Concept.

There are even rumors that 'I would rather see Yama than Qingxia'.

Qingxia is Shen Lian's nickname.

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