v4 Chapter 109： life and death

"That's true." Wen Miao nodded in understanding, raised her head, revealing empty eyes, no eyeballs, nothing, just like the itinerant Zhou An had seen before.

Zhou An was able to confirm that he was not an itinerant, and the itinerant probably did not belong to this world, but came from the outside world, just like him.

His spirit was highly concentrated, and he knew that the opponent had some kind of ability to deprive the five senses. Since he couldn't kill him first, he could only take a step back and find a way to avoid this move.

Immediately afterwards, in his field of vision, Wen Miao's arm turned into a bright white mist.

A white arm stretched out from the ground and grabbed him very quickly, and it was impossible to dodge.

Zhou An drew his sword backhand and slashed away, but felt that his eyes were dark, as if he had fallen into a black closed space, with no light, no sound, and no smell, as if only the soul was floating in the void.

Can't feel anything, except... sword intent!

He can feel the existence of the decaying sword intent. The sword intent has vitality and even has his own consciousness. Even if he can't see or hear anything, it will guide him to fight.

Guided by the decaying sword intent, he swung his sword again, and the blade swung behind him as if he had eyes, piercing through half of the city, and hitting Wen Miao who was hiding in the house.

Wen Miao looked at Zhou An with a face full of surprise, confirming that this person was completely deprived of his five senses and sense of spirituality, and still hit his real body with incomparable precision.

You know, Zhou An didn't discover his real body before, but after being deprived of his innocence, he found it instead.

This is a strange thing.

He lowered his head and looked at his body. From his shoulders to his abdomen, he had been cut into two sections. A clear gap could be seen, and blood spurted out.

The sharpness of the sword cultivator in front of him is not limited to the five senses and spiritual sense.

Already pinched more than a dozen complicated formulas in his hands, terrifying aura spewed out from the ground, forming streaks of white lines visible to the naked eye, interspersed in the city, like a spider's web.

Seal the sky array.

"There is a style in the Taishang Code called Fengtian. Unfortunately, the way of heaven is constantly changing, and it has long been impossible to perform it. But now I have penetrated the mystery."

Zhou An naturally couldn't hear Wen Miao's words, following the guidance of the decadent sword intent, he swung his sword again.

In this state, his body became dominated by the decadent sword intent, and the positions of both sides were reversed.

Flying **** hands floated behind Zhou An, dancing wildly, everything began to wither with the scorching wind.

Wen Miao looked at Zhou An in front of her, and was stunned, not understanding why Zhou An had changed so much in such a short period of time.

The aura emanating from those **** hands was so distorted that it made his heart tremble.

Are you an evil cultivator, or am I an evil cultivator?

The **** hands kept hitting the Heaven Sealing Formation, shaking it violently every time, and breaking the threads formed by spiritual energy one by one.

"How can it be."

Wen Miao saw that the huge Fengtian Formation was forcibly torn into cracks by those black hands.

There is an extremely distorted force that constantly shakes the foundation of Fengtian formation, and the foundation of Fengtian formation is that spring water.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Wen Miao immediately flew towards the spring, but was hit by the sword light from the side, flew out and landed on the ground, one arm broke off, and the spiritual energy began to disintegrate.

He also understood the problem, and immediately withdrew the great deprivation technique on Zhou An. It could weaken others, but it strengthened Zhou An.

Although he didn't know the reason behind it, it was the fact that this sword repair revealed strange things everywhere.

Sure enough, the moment Zhou An regained his spiritual awareness, those **** hands disappeared, as if they could not see the light, and returned to illusion again, retracting into Zhou An's body.

Seeing the messy scene around him, a large number of ruins, and Wen Miao lying on the ground, Zhou An was also a little dazed.

No matter how you look at it, Wen Miao is a body-fitting monk, so why wouldn't he close his eyes and beat him like this? Besides, he didn't use too much force. Something unexpected happened just now.

He noticed that the rotten sword intent had restrained, and before that it looked like it was about to move, but now it looked like it had been hollowed out, lying there limply, patting its buttocks without moving. ,

"What did you do just now!" Zhou An looked at Wen Miao inexplicably.

When Wen Miao heard Zhou An say this, she also looked dull. Shouldn't he be asking Zhou An what he did just now?

That terrifying monster is hidden in the opponent's body.

He felt that in comparison, he might be the good citizen, the righteous monk, not the one who was crusaded!

Think about it and feel a little angry.

At this time, he was covered with scars, and when he saw Zhou An was about to swing his sword again, he just came to the side of the spring and jumped into it.

It seems that the water below is not a spring, but a mouthful of concentrated sulfuric acid. Wen Miao's body melted into it, and quickly melted, leaving no bones left. Pain and joy intertwined on his face, and he shouted:

"My love, come back to life!"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Zhou An frowned. Realizing that something was wrong, he retreated all the way to the edge of the city, just in time to see another group of people coming here. Their aura was abnormal and evil. They were obviously some evil cultivators, and there were quite a few of them. Twenty or thirty.

Zhou An happened to be hiding his aura, so they didn't notice it. On the contrary, this group of people flew straight in from the right side of the city, and they were also attracted by the strong aura of life.

"It seems to be true. An Wuda didn't lie to us. There is actually a legendary spring of life here!" White mist, his face is full of excitement.

These people's cultivation bases are not weak, and they all have the level of transforming gods. Several of them have completed the realm of transforming gods, but they are blocked by bottlenecks and cannot break through.

Zhou An suspected that there was an old den of evil cultivators nearby, otherwise, how could there be so many evil cultivators here, or something important attracted them here.

These evil cultivators should have gotten the news, because Zhou An killed the evil cultivator named An Wuda before, and after he died, the news spread.

This was originally An Wuda's method to check and balance Wen Miao, but he did not expect that he would die in the end.

They were so insanely stimulated by the pure life energy that they scrambled to fly forward, but they didn't find Wen Miao's figure, they only saw the clear spring water.

"Didn't you say that the expert from the Immortal Mansion is also here? Where is he?" Another old man with a bell in his hand looked around and frowned, feeling a little weird.

The burly monk grinned and flew towards the spring, "It doesn't matter, let me see what this fountain of life is!"

"Wait a minute, go down and look for death? I don't know what's going on." A person next to him shouted quickly, but he didn't really make a sound, but stared at the spring water.

The few other people didn't make a sound. Since the burly man wanted to go, let him go, and it was considered a wayfinding.

really.

Before the burly man approached, the clear spring water suddenly boiled violently, startled him, and was about to run away, but found that the spring water was silent again. Resisting the uneasiness in his heart, he approached the spring water and stretched out his hand, with an excited expression poured into the face.

Just breathing in the mist in the air, he felt that his cultivation base was about to move, and he might be able to break through to the fusion immediately after taking a sip.

Why do they become evil cultivators, bear the infamy, and do dirty things? It's not because there is no hope of breaking through in the normal way, so they are so desperate.

The burly man was lying on the edge of the spring water, sticking out his head to drink the spring water, his face was full of enjoyment, his Adam's apple kept wriggling, and the breath on his body climbed up at a steady speed.

Seeing the situation, the others couldn't sit still. Seeing the benefits of others was more uncomfortable than killing themselves, and immediately passed quickly, but at this moment, they saw that the burly monk's body began to swell, looking It was terrifying, but there was still an expression of enjoyment on his face.

His body continued to swell, and his whole body became extremely bloated and fat. Sitting by the spring water, he looked like a gigantic baby, and his skin was also tender and fair.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Zhou An couldn't help but feel a chill, and felt a little strange.

"Since the spring of life is full of life energy, why did it melt when Wen Miao jumped down before, showing two completely different and extreme characteristics."

life and death!

These two properties are expressed on the same object, but it will not make people feel inconsistent.

Sure enough, it was the same, Zhou An's judgment was almost inseparable, the body of the burly and strong man began to rot in a certain moment, large pieces of flesh fell off piece by piece, the breath of life withered quickly, but there was no pain on his face, only joy happy.

"Eternal life, I'm going to step into the realm of eternal life!"

"Ha ha!"

He laughed like crazy until he turned into a puddle of flesh and flowed into the spring.

The other evil cultivators were stunned when they saw this scene, and quickly backed away. They were not stupid. They knew it might be a trap, but before they retreated, the spring water boiled again, and a large amount of bright white mist radiated from the spring water. Come out, covering the whole city, including Zhou An.

It is clearly night, but under the shroud of bright white mist, the whole city looks like daytime, with a fairy air, a figure appears on the street, doing daily things, carrying a load to sell vegetables, and dragging a cart to deliver goods , There is also a cry of selling.

These evil cultivators were stunned, not knowing what happened, and then indulged in it, even if it was just mist, it contained a lot of life energy. Let's dance.

"The effect of this mist seems to be much weaker, and it may be just right for us." The old Taoist waving a string of bells shouted, the jingling sounded very pleasant, and felt that they had found the correct way to use the fountain of life , "Presumably that Wen Miao died because he drank the fountain of life directly."

People will believe what they want to believe, even immortal cultivators, otherwise, there will be no evil cultivators.

Zhou An's situation is similar, although he has been warning himself that there is something wrong with this thing, but the body can't help absorbing it, not only from the nostrils, but also from the skin, from every pore on the skin.

The decadent sword intent also appeared automatically, like a baby, sucking up the life energy around it.

He felt his body was warm and very comfortable, like a desert that had been dry for a long time, it was moistened by a sudden downpour, and even the dry and cracked ground grew small blue buds, verdant and verdant.

next moment.

Zhou An came back to his senses again, with a look of panic on his face, and flew away. After seeing the end of the burly monk just now, he also knew that he might be on the verge of danger now.

He was clearly on the edge of the city before, but at this time he couldn't escape no matter what, he flew out of the range of white mist, and there was a boundless expanse of whiteness outside.

He swung his sword to disperse the white mist, but the light of the sword was swallowed by the white mist and disappeared not far away.

The more so, the harder he struggled, and the faster the sword came out of his hand.

At this moment, under the nourishment of the mist, he seemed to have endless power, capable of cutting out tens of thousands of swords, millions of swords.

Of course, this was most likely a sleepless night, as life energy confused his senses.

He looked back and saw that those evil cultivators from before had all become fat and bloated, just like the burly cultivators before, with bliss on their faces.

Some of them also wanted to run away, but they were caught by the necks of the arms formed by the mist protruding from the spring, unable to move.

The clear spring water boiled for a while, Zhou An's eyes were wide open, and a face protruded from the spring water. It was a bloated face with white lines, a bit like a whale, with jagged lines in its huge mouth. Even teeth, and a head of beautiful black hair, floating in the air.

"What it is!"

His eyes, face, hair, ears, nose, heart, lungs, even the nails on his toes trembled, as if he had seen some kind of creature that shouldn't be seen.

Intuition told him that this distorted monster was the lover who was revived by Wen Miao.

"Wen Miao! Wen Miao! Where are you!"

The monster made a hoarse voice and roared to the sky.

The surrounding mist also kept trembling, full of pitiful and lonely emotions, which made Zhou An empathize with her, as if he could understand her pitiful and lonely, and never put himself in other people's shoes like this.

Panting for breath, Zhou An realized that he couldn't go on like this, at least he couldn't sit and wait for death, even if he died, he had to draw his sword.

This is his way of swordsmanship, free from life and death, and not bound by life and death.

A ray of rainbow light cut across half of the city, and the fierce sword intent covered the entire Luping County. Everyone in the city could hear the high and hoarse sword cry, and looked up involuntarily, but they couldn't see anything.

Regardless of the result of this sword.

However, Zhou An noticed something wonderful, perhaps it could also be regarded as a kind of Tao, the Tao hidden in this small city.

These people should be dead, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com But they seem to be alive now, and they think they are still alive.

Under such circumstances, should they be considered dead or alive?

In this city, the decisions of life and death are blurred, and when life and death are blurred, they don't matter much anymore.

This sword fell from the sky, and under the blessing of life energy, it was probably the strongest sword Zhou An had ever slashed in his life. He didn't know how strong it was, and he didn't have an exact comparison.

The sword light quickly diminished in the mist, and landed on the monster, cutting out a clear sword mark. A large amount of purple blood sprayed out, filled the air, fell into the clear spring water, quickly dissipated, and became the same clear.

"it hurts!"

It was mixed with countless sharp and piercing noises, like high-frequency waves hitting the eardrums.

Zhou An subconsciously covered his ears, and the bloated evil cultivators in the city exploded one by one, and blood and flesh fell from the sky like rain.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and he felt inexplicably happy, with a weird smile on his face.

The fog in the whole city was surging, rushing towards him. His body was like a sponge, frantically absorbing the life energy in the fog. If he was about to die before, he could still live for a while now.

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