Liuhe gathers the trick!

As the name suggests, this supernatural power is a cultivator who makes the soul of the body and death scattered, and can gather the scattered soul and body particles together again, even if it is wiped out into hundreds of millions of dust, even if it is located in the depths of the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, it can be merged into one again, re-enter the heaven and earth, and come back to life.

If it is resurrected with the Liuhe Gathering Technique, why will this ancient rotting corpse be left?

According to common sense, this ancient rotting corpse should be resurrected again under the effect of the Liuhe Gathering Technique, how could it remain in the soul.

Could it be that this ancient rotting corpse is not the corpse of the Great Demon King himself?

Ximen Fuxue shook his head, he didn't think about it so much, and he didn't care about it so much, he only controlled the sword qi around him, and galloped away in the direction of the retreat of the Great Demon King of Bo Xun.

And the Great Demon King of Bo Xun, who had been pushed by the bombardment, also galloped back to the battlefield again.

His body, which was originally three or five meters high, had disappeared, but instead turned into a blood-colored blade, extremely sharp, and stabbed at Ximen blowing snow.

Above the blade of the sword, there are two ancient inscriptions, scorching and shining.

Shura!

Huo Ran is the word Shura.

The sword aura is sharp, and the eyes are extremely scorching.

The blade of the sword was bright red, like a burning blood-colored sun.

There was a vast and boundless aura, rushing out from the blade of the sword.

This kind of sword aura is so strong that Ximen Chuixue is suffocated, and his eyes can't help but narrow, he already feels it, this kind of sword aura is almost the same as the two swords of Ah Bi Yuan Tu in the hands of his master Liu Yi, and the sword intent that exudes is also very similar to the two swords of Ah Bi Yuan Tu, and it seems to be from the same source.

"Good time!"

Ximen Fuxue's eyes lit up, and he rushed towards the sword.

The voice of Bo Xun came from far away in the distance, and along with the blade of the sword, it vibrated and came, "This sword is called Shura! I think that at the beginning, my ancestor Styx, the Shura family, had the eight sects of Shura, and the two masters of Western Buddhism, Amitabha Buddha and Zhun Ti, imitated my ancestor Styx, and also founded the eight heavenly dragons of Buddhism. If it weren't for the fact that Amitabha and Zhun Ti were both sect masters, their imitation would be enough to laugh off the teeth of all beings in heaven and earth! Now that the eight divisions of Shura no longer exist, only this sword will live forever in the world, and if you don't have the peerless sword in your hand, you will definitely die today. ”

As the words were spoken, the blade of the sword came instantly.

The voice of this wave of great demon kings is not a voice like ordinary people, nor is it a magical power such as the method of sound transmission.

These voices were condensed into a single thought, which was conveyed to Ximen Fuxue's heart, and exploded violently, scattering countless messages. At the same time that this voice sounded in Ximen Blowing Snow's heart, there were rolling illusions and endless magic sounds, which were entangled in Ximen Blowing Snow's mind. If it weren't for his firm determination and following Liu Yi to practice for many years, his mind would have already been firm to an unimaginable level, if he was an ordinary Tianzun, he was afraid that under the impact of this wave of demonic sounds, he would have already been damaged and defeated before he could fight!

"Peerless Sword?"

Ximen Fuxue sneered and rose to the challenge, "What about the peerless sword? But the peerless sword, after all, is just an ancient sword, no matter how powerful it is, it can't compare to the cultivator Zhong Lingshenxiu, let alone my kendo monk, and compared with my Ximen Blowing Snow, it is even more unreachable!"

The implication is that the sword is dead, and the man is alive!

But seeing that Ximen Fuxue's body was shocked, and the sword qi galaxy surrounding his body completely blasted out, he had already let go.

This sound, Ximen Blowing Snow was also released with sword intent, and the effect was not much different from the previous magic sound of the Great Demon King.

But Simon Blowing Snow is already a dead man in Bo Xun's eyes. The Great Demon King of Bo Xun was already a person in the Great Dao, located in the Dao Gate, and in his eyes, Ximen Fuxue was just a cultivator outside the Dao Gate, how could he pronounce his sword qi and hurt his mind?

"Since the birth of this Shura Sword, I haven't drunk blood yet!"

The Great Demon King of Bo Xun said: "You are a disciple of Liu Yi's sect, and your cultivation also has the level of Tianzun, and you can be regarded as having attainments in the way of the sword. Using your human head essence and blood, using the sword path you practice, and using it to drink blood from this Shura sword, it is not considered to be an insult to this sword! From today onwards, the world's famous sword will no longer only let the peerless sword dominate; from today onwards, in addition to the peerless sword, there will be a sword in the world, which is called Shura!"

I saw a blood-colored sword blade, and the galaxy formed by the countless sword qi released by Ximen Blowing Snow rushed into scattered and split.

The only thing that hit the air was the Shura Sword released by the Great Demon King of Bo Xun.

And the voice of the Great Demon King of Bo Xun also came from the sword.

As for the body of the Bo Xun Great Demon King, which was originally three or five meters high, it disappeared without a trace, and I don't know whether he used the method of change to turn into dust and hide it, or used the invisibility technique to hide himself, or hid it in the Shura Sword, anyway, there was no news, and no trace of him could be found.

The sky is full of sword light, and the illuminated heaven and earth are delicately visible, even if the Great Demon King of Bo Xun hides his body, even if the Great Demon King of Bo Xun turns into a speck of dust, there will be nothing to hide.

At this moment, it is a critical moment for the decisive battle.

Ximen Fuxue looked indifferent and bowed in the northeast direction.

Xuantian Sect is located in the northeast.

Ximen Blowing Snow bowed to Xuantian Sect from afar, not to show the sword trick of worshipping the sky, but to say goodbye!

In this battle, if you don't live, you die.

Before he dies in battle, he will say goodbye to his master.

Ximen Blowing Snow dispersed a sword path edge, leaving only a pillar of sword qi light, hanging above his head, straight up to the sky.

"I have a sword, which is called earthly. ”

Ximen Fuxue suddenly turned his head and glanced at Meng Chengshen, and a thought came out, and immediately there were words like a tide, surging out, pouring into Meng Chengshen's heart, "In this battle, the seniors and I may fall here, the seniors may wish to use the method of communication to convey the picture of today's battle to my three junior sisters after I show this sword trick supernatural power, so that I can transmit the true meaning of my sword magic power back to Xuantian Sect." If there are my Xuantian Sect's junior disciples, they can learn my sword trick and magic power, and my Ximen Blowing Snow Dao system will not be lost, so it will not be in vain for the master's painstaking efforts to teach me!"

When Ximen Fuxue turned around and faced the Shura Sword again, the grim look on his face was gone.

At this moment, there was an incomparable gentleness that appeared in Simon Blowing Snow's eyes.

Before he became a practitioner, he had a wife in the mundane world. He has a mountain villa, called Wanmei Villa, there is a kind of industry in the villa that can allow him to support his family without worrying about food and clothing, that is, to make cakes, the cake is called "wife cake", it is a special legend in the family of Ximen Blowing Snow, now Ximen Blowing Snow has been away from home for hundreds of thousands of years, the name of the wife cake has spread all over the world, but the people of the world have long forgotten it, the owner of this kind of cake was originally called Ximen Blowing Snow.

He thought of Wanmei Villa, of countless plum blossoms, of the winter when he fought against Ye Gucheng at the top of the Forbidden City, and of the overwhelming snow like plum blossoms.

It is very rare, Ximen Fuxue remembered his daughter-in-law again.

It was a woman surnamed Sun.

looks not overwhelming, but very delicate, gentle and lovely.

Ximen Chuixue didn't even fully pronounce his wife's name in his heart, for fear that his thoughts would be too thick, that his homesickness would be too thick, and that this would affect his mind, and thus affect the kendo magic he was exerting.

This kendo is supernatural, and it is famous for its earthly powers.

As soon as the sword blade came out, a picture appeared in the pillar of sword qi above the head of Ximen Fuxue.

There is a mountain villa in the picture, with tens of thousands of plum trees, and countless plum blossoms.

When this picture was revealed, Simon Blowing Snow's body had disappeared, and in its place was a pure white and flawless blade.

This sword marched forward bravely, and there was no one who flinched.

Ximen Chuixue has already understood that today, he is cultivating with Tianzun to fight against the Great Demon King of the Daoist realm, and this is the last sword.

If you don't live, you die!

But in Ximen Blowing Snow's heart, he is not without concern.

As the saying goes: There are nine times out of ten those who are unsatisfactory in the world.

The same is true of the snow blowing at the west gate.

At the beginning, Liu Yi asked the nine disciples under his sect to go down the mountain to find an opportunity. Before Ximen Blowing Snow down the mountain, he pinched his fingers and counted it, feeling that the opportunity was near, and felt that he should have a fate with a famous sword, so he showed the method of carving stars and seeking swords, so he came to the Wuji Demon Road, Ximen Blowing Snow did not think that this battle could be retreated, he thought that he could die at any time, because in the eyes of Ximen Blowing Snow, sword cultivation can be regarded as an extension of the mortal swordsman, and the fate seems to be somewhat similar, the fate of the swordsman is very simple, either others die under their own swords, or they die under other people's swords, and sword cultivation seems to be the same...... But Ximen Fuxue didn't expect that before he really wanted to die in battle, he had some things that he couldn't let go, before the line of life and death, he finally recalled Wanmei Villa, recalled his childhood, recalled his wife, and even seemed to taste the taste of his wife's cake in his mouth......

He suddenly understood why, over the years, every time he saw a shortbread, he had to eat a few bites, even if the monks of Tianzun had no need to eat and drink.

I suddenly understood why I had eaten all the shortbread in the world, but I could no longer taste the taste of the year.

In fact, sometimes, Ximen Chuixue himself knows that the shortbread he was late by chance did taste similar to the wife cake in Wanmei Villa back then, but the taste in his mouth was different.

In fact, it is not that the taste of shortbread has changed, but that as time goes by, what people eat is getting more and more different, and the tongue has tasted too many things, and the taste buds have changed, so they will naturally feel that the taste is different.

Just like something you ate as a child, such as certain snacks, such as certain snacks, if you eat them now, even if they are from the same store and from the same person, they will taste different in your mouth.

Therefore, many wanderers who have left home and returned to their hometowns, after returning to their hometowns, will feel that they will never be able to eat the taste of their childhood again.

Then there will be a kind of melancholy that appears in the heart, which cannot be dissolved, cannot be erased, so thick that it makes people's hearts feel melancholy, and it is so thick that it makes people's nose sore.

This...... It's nostalgia.

At this moment, Ximen Fuxue realized that Hu Tutu had told him that people are on the line of life and death, and before they die, when they think of their childhood, they will think of their wives and children, and their parents, and they can't help but burst into tears...... These words are not nonsense from Uncle Hututu, but a real truth......