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When Shen Lian entered the Killing Temple Hall with the Blood Transformation Divine Sword, he suddenly frowned, the lights were as bright as before, Qian Mo and Xiao Xun closed their eyes safely, and there seemed to be no problem.

But he always felt that something was wrong, the cold killing intent of the Blood God Sword in his hand impacted his heart, and it couldn't shake his Dao heart at all, and the Yuan character in the hall was hanging high in the position where the statue of the god was enshrined, and he couldn't see anything wrong.

Shen Lian was suddenly startled, and found that the void divine qi in his body was rapidly decreasing, and his body could no longer feel the vitality that existed in the heaven and earth, and it had become a desert of vitality.

The Blood Transformation Divine Knife emitted a clear light slightly, and suddenly flew off his hand, turning into first-class blood water, like a spiritual snake flying, and soon arrived at the pair of Yuan characters, pouring into every stroke of the Yuan characters, like Yuan characters, stroke by stroke, all of them were grooves, and the blood flowed inside, full of magic.

At this time, someone quietly said in a quiet voice: Patriarch Yuanqing, your Dharma intentions, give it to me. The voice was faint, empty, and even a little melancholy.

The blood-colored meta-word, except for the flow of blood and water inside, has no superfluous response.

On the other side, Shen Lian was three zhang away, and there was a clear and handsome young man standing there, not someone else, who looked very similar to him, but he was wearing a blood-red Taoist robe, and his qi was slim and empty.

When he looked at this young man who was like twins with him, the other party also looked at him, his eyes were clear, and he could still see Shen Lian's reflection in his eyes.

Shen Lian did not look at the color of joy and anger, his eyes were peaceful, and no one knew the waves in his heart.

The blood-clothed young man who looked like him smiled slightly: It's good to be young, it's always full of infinite possibilities, and your vitality is really intoxicating.

The blood-clothed young man looked at Shen Lian, and that look was like seeing a very favorite toy.

His expressions are really rich, and just the eyes and the corners of his mouth, as well as the subtle changes in his face, can convey a lot of information.

Generally speaking, the mind of a monk is very peaceful. Make drastic facial expressions with few changes. Inner peace is the only way to control the energy of the body and not be disturbed by the outside world.

The book says that if you take it without telling it, you steal it. You have quietly taken some of my mana, which can already be regarded as theft. Shen Lian said lightly, not hearing much anger, as if he was just narrating a fact.

The blood-clothed young man clapped his hands and said leisurely: I just took it, what do you do to me. After speaking, he pointed to the Yuan character with blood flowing between the strokes, and continued: I want to take away the meaning of Yuan Qing with me.

Shen Lian quietly looked at the blood-clothed young man, and the other party was ethereal. As long as there is action, there are traces, even if this piece of heaven and earth vitality has been isolated, but its own spiritual power is still there, and when casting spells, it is impossible not to use spiritual power.

Although the other party didn't know how to steal a part of his too void spirit, he found out early and didn't let the other party completely succeed.

The Blood Transformation Divine Sword seems to be a key, and this pair of Yuan characters is indeed the meaning of Chen Jianmei's origin from the Yuan Qing Patriarch. What made Shen Lian think of one thing even more, Chen Jianmei got this magic meaning, and he could extract it and leave it in the words. can be regarded as having the law and abandoning the law, indicating that Chen Jianmei is likely to just learn from it, and he may have embarked on his own path, if the guess is true, then Chen Jianmei's realm is even more clever than he imagined.

He had on his mind something that had nothing to do with the danger in front of him. The blood-clothed boy didn't make any moves.

Shen Lian was a little disappointed, he went with the flow and diverged his thinking, just to give the blood-clothed boy a chance, when he couldn't grasp the other party at all, he wanted to brake quietly.

The blood-clothed young man smiled and groaned: You are really outstanding, you are Ge Yuan and Hong Qianya, I am afraid that I have taken it down at this time, King Kong and Prajna are equally important, some people do not understand this in their lives, so they will be immersed in this heaven and earth cage forever.

Vajra and Prajna are Buddhist terms, Shen Lian can understand the meaning of the blood-clothed boy, Vajra refers to the indestructible nature, Prajna is the ultimate wisdom, has an indestructible nature, as the supreme wisdom of the magic sword, cut off all obstacles to the path of seeking the Tao, and finally get out of the sea of suffering, and prove the supreme Dao fruit.

These teachings are commonly found in Taoist scriptures, but there are very few that can really do it except for the Taoist Buddha.

Shen Lian was not impressed by the other party's reasoning, but felt more and more that the blood-clothed young man was terrifying, because either the other party could grasp his thinking and calculate his temperament, or even the most secret thoughts in his heart, the other party had a way to know, just as the blood-clothed young man could silently steal his Taixu Divine Qi.

Otherwise, he would not have discovered his previous purpose, and he would be able to break through it in one bite, with a sharp sentence, intending to bury his terrifying image in his heart and take the initiative.

When Shen Lian thought of this, he was finally relieved, and said with a slight smile: I have also heard a sentence, what your fist can do, then you don't need to think about it, no matter how mysterious and unpredictable you are, you can't easily defeat me, otherwise why don't you do it.

When he said this, Shen Lian really used his fist.

The blood-colored Yuan Zi seemed to have eyes, and quietly looked at the two similar people in the main hall, and exchanged hands.

A light blue robe, when active, is like a blue phantom, always a little misty and empty. The other one is like a blood-colored match, leaving layers of blood shadows in the main hall.

The speed of the blood-clothed young man was not fast, but the turn of rhythm and speed was extremely difficult for Shen Lian to catch.

It's as if the other party is no longer flesh and blood, but really a shadow.

Normal cultivators, when the speed changes, there will always be a slight pause, from extremely fast to extremely slow, which will produce a burden on themselves, and this pause is a buffer.

Even if Shen Lian's mana is controlled, meticulous, and his flesh~ body has been washed in the Youhe River for more than ten years, he still can't avoid this, but his pause is shorter, and the burden that his body can bear is greater.

The main hall of the Killing Concept is not small, but it is only a few thousand feet of space, and for the powerful monk, it is the distance between breaths.

The blue phantom and the bloody~ demon shadow, chasing each other, always can't get together, but Shen Lian still keeps up with the blood-clothed boy in an orderly manner, no matter how ever-changing he is, he will accompany him to the end, and he doesn't care about his own physical burden at all.

His mana is in the meridians in his body, all kinds of tricks, circulating endlessly, just like the heavenly river rolling, I don't know what to do, washing the meridians, washing the tricks, Shen Lian's body gradually squeezed out a little black blood scale, and then with the high speed, a little spark is generated, and finally dissipates into clouds.

The faster he moved, the lighter he became, and it was precisely because of the reduction of the Tai Void Divine Qi in his body that he could not be overwhelmed by this extremely strong mana operation.

This vast cloud and mist, condensed but not dispersed, like smoke and dust, blood-colored afterimage, even if it is not dusty, it is gradually not as flexible as before.

Suddenly, the blood-clothed young man paused, the sky was full of clouds and mist, and suddenly it became a whirlpool, and the most central place was the blood-clothed boy, this was just a matter of blink of an eye, Shen Lian did not rashly attack and kill the past, and eight colored exercises of different colors appeared around his body, as if there were eight more tentacles, swaying.

The blood-clothed young man's qi was much deeper, and it seemed that the mana on his body was much stronger, but his face was not as calm as before, looking at Shen Lian, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he said lightly: If you are too vain, I will too.

The bloody clothes shocked, and suddenly the same eight-colored sword qi appeared, the vastness of the sky, the composure of the earth, the agitation of the wind, the extinction of the thunder, and so on, not even inferior to Shen Lian.

The eight-colored sword qi slashed towards Shen Lian with a bang, like smoke and silk, and the speed was as fast as eight lightning bolts. Although Shen Lian used his own blood and qi to disperse into clouds and mist, and the blood-clothed young man was finally no longer tangible and substantial, but when he faced Fang's domineering and fierce attack, he really felt the unpredictability of this person.

The other party's eight qi is too empty, and the manipulation is more pure ~ than him, and he is as anxious as lightning, and he keeps strangling him. He could even feel that this was too void, and it was no different from the mana on his body at all, and because of this, it was extremely difficult for him to guard against.

Every time he hit, the mana on his body was weakened by one layer, and at the same time, the opponent's mana was one point stronger.

Shen Lian clearly sensed that the other party was constantly invading his mana, and the demonic nature in it quietly stirred his heart.

Seeing Shen Lian like a lamb to be slaughtered, the corners of the blood-clothed young man's mouth were slightly yang, like a favorite plaything was finally about to arrive.

The blood-clothed young man approached step by step and walked straight towards Shen Lian.

Until five feet away, Shen Lian suddenly showed a faint smile, and a Xuanhuang wooden sword came out of the air and stabbed towards the blood-clothed young man, the blood-clothed young man raised his eyebrows as delicate as Shen Lian, stretched out a finger, and the blood flashed, (ww.uukanhu.com) suddenly wanted to stop the Xuanhuang wooden sword.

But at this time, the tip of the wooden sword suddenly had a wisp of flame, the color was blue and yellow, and there was an endless sense of majesty, and the blood light was like encountering a natural enemy, dissolving and disintegrating, and then burning to the blood-clothed young man.

Hearing only the flames, the blood-clothed young man made a cold merit fire, and then he was attacked by the fire, turning into a blood-colored aura, and he was about to crash towards Shen Lian in shock.

Shen Lian knew that merit restrained evil, and Nirvana Fire was also a group of evils, so he should restrain this mysterious and unpredictable blood-clothed young man, after all, he looked at the other party like a heavenly demon and a demon, otherwise how could he be like him, and he could still devour his mana, the only thing he didn't expect, even so, the other party still hadn't completely extinguished, this blood-colored spiritual light, breaking through from the flames, hit him at the center of his eyebrows, ignoring all obstacles.

At this time, there was a clear sound, and a strange qi blocked in front of Shen Lian when the blood-colored aura was about to reach Shen Lian's eyebrows, and as soon as the blood light collided, it bounced out, and then swept away from the main hall, as if it was frightened away.

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