v4 Chapter 110： Longmaiquan

Seeing those evil cultivators die and disappear one by one, Zhou An was not sure what state he was in now, whether he was dead or still alive.

The surrounding fog is getting thinner.

The monster in the spring crawled out. It was much bigger than imagined, and it was hundreds of meters long. Its shape was erratic, like a huge ghost, but it had a body at the same time.

Swing the sword!

Slender black arms that resembled the blade of a sword came out, as if his sword intent had materialized into such a strange appearance.

He didn't have time to think about why there was such a change, but he felt that his mind became more and more numb, and there was no space to think about other issues, as if it was not he who was controlling the sword intent, but the sword intent was controlling him.

The positions of the two parties were reversed.

As Zhou An absorbed more and more life energy, the number of **** hands transformed from the decadent sword intent became more and more large, and their size became larger and larger.

Although it is still not as huge as the monster in the spring, it is not small.

The two monsters started a savage collision and fight in the city, but it seemed to have no effect on everything in the city, and the people on the street didn't even notice the existence of these two terrifying monsters, and continued to do their own things .

Both sides seem to exist in two different worlds.

The monster's fighting method was simple and rough. It used brute force to tear off the **** hands one by one, and then swallowed them into its stomach.

At the same time, Zhou An also cut off pieces of flesh and blood from his body, which fell to the ground, turned into clear spring water, and flowed back again.

As the battle progressed, Zhou An continued to absorb a large amount of life energy every moment, and he was also absorbing the mist formed by the spring water in the surrounding air.

The fog in the city gradually thinned, and starlight shot down from above, revealing the ruins on the ground.

Zhou An fell into a sluggish state, stopped thinking, and only knew to subconsciously swing his sword and swing his sword.

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The sound of impact came from the ear.

There was the smell of blood, there were shouts, and it was full of chilling breath.

It seems that many, many people died.

Zhou An raised his head slightly, his eyes regained some expression, and he held a clean long sword without any rust in his hand.

Except for the sword, his whole body was covered with blood, covering his body like a layer of muddy flesh.

look around.

There is not a single intact building in the entire city, and it has become a large piece of ruins, and the ruins are full of various corpses.

These corpses are all in a shriveled state, as if they have been dead for a long time, the flesh and blood are completely dried, and the wind blows and turns into sand and disperses.

"How is this going!"

Panting heavily, he knelt down on the ground, relying on the long sword in his hand, his body swayed, as if he would fall down at any time, like a machine that was running to the extreme, and would fall apart and shatter into countless parts at any time.

He could recognize that these corpses on the ground were all immortal cultivators. Some of the corpses were quite distorted, probably evil cultivators, and he also knew that their corpses became like this because they were affected by the decaying sword intent.

"There are so many people here? Are they all because of the spring of life?" He felt at a loss. Some of these people died under his hands. Although they were unconscious, they were still killed by him.

He looked back, only to see the mouth of clear spring water, which was more than half less than before, and the monster was nowhere to be seen.

There were almost no living people in the city, and he was the only one. There was a gaze cast here from a very far away, but it was covered by the mist of the spring, and it was impossible to check the situation in the city.

Holding the sword, he stepped over the corpse and walked towards the spring step by step, intending to destroy the spring.

This is not a treasure at all, but a scourge that can really overturn this world, the source of the end.

As he approached, the spring water began to surge and boil, sensing his malicious intentions, bursting out a large amount of white mist again.

Figures appeared from the white mist one by one, those who died before, most of them looked extremely dull, standing in place at a loss.

Wen Miao was also among them, and beside him stood a beautiful woman, the two cuddled each other, showing a happy expression.

"Huh?" Zhou An was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what was going on with these people, and subconsciously prepared to strike with his sword.

"We have reversed life and death, and we can reappear in this world only after the way of heaven changes in this world." Wen Miao said with a smile, with a confident look on her face and no hostility.

Everyone else reacted in much the same way.

"What do you mean?" Zhou An frowned and asked, facing such a situation, he didn't have much confidence.

Wen Miao said mysteriously: "I am only one step away from becoming an immortal. If you are wise enough, you should know how to seize this opportunity."

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding fog quickly subsided, and even the spring water in the pool began to sink.

After a few breaths, it was completely exhausted, and the city fell into a deathly silence, only Zhou An was alone.

He finally realized that there was a big problem in this world, a big irreversible problem, similar to the doomsday.

"Ahem~"

He covered his mouth and coughed twice, blood was all over his hands.

Although he had absorbed a large amount of life energy, his physical condition had not improved. Most of his head was absorbed by the decaying sword intent, which made his current condition even worse.

To him, absorbing the life energy in the spring water is like drinking a crane to quench his thirst. Although it can continue his life, it also makes him step by step to an irreversible point.

He walked out of the city, and there was snow like goose feathers floating in the sky, and a thick layer of snow was piled up on the ground outside the city. At a glance, there was no living thing, and there was death in the tranquility.

Yue Li sat cross-legged under the tree, half of his body was buried in the heavy snow, motionless, the whole body was condensed with moonlight.

Seeing this scene, Zhou An heaved a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on the corner of his dry mouth. He was more worried that Yueli would be affected by the fog in the city, but now it seems that he has not.

"A lot of people died?" Yue Li opened his eyes, staring at Zhou An with agile eyes, feeling the lingering blood on his body.

Zhou An hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Yes, many people came, they were all attracted by the spring of life, and almost all of them died in it, except me..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you come." Yue Li's eyes trembled, and he could see that Zhou An's state was not right, revealing a trace of death, and only a dying person would show such an aura.

Zhou An fell silent, walked over, leaned over and picked up Yue Li, stepped on his sword and flew towards the direction of the imperial city, the wind and snow bypassed them and fell behind.

The early sun shines on the mountains and fields, presenting an extremely beautiful scenery, which is also a superb view in the world.

Yueli turned his face to listen to his heartbeat, grabbed Zhou An's shoulder with his right hand, his nails got stuck in his clothes, and said coldly: "Aren't you going to say something? Before, you told me that you can't do anything, you can run Just run."

Zhou An looked at Chaoyang, his eyes were full of light, sighed, shook his head and said: "We are different, my life is meaningless, if I die, I will die."

"Why is it meaningless? How can there be such a proud person like you in the world. How many monks can't reach this point in your swordsmanship." Yuenu smiled and saw Zhou An Look, feel a little funny.

Zhou An felt relieved, and said affirmatively: "This is also the truth. If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening. Why should I ask for so much extravagantly?"

He looked down at Yueli, feeling more and more transparent in his heart, and continued: "Actually, I am a dying person, and I came here to find a way to survive, so if I die, I will die, it is not a loss. "

Yueli looked at the sky, his side face was illuminated, and sighed: "It's a pity that a person like you died, I'm afraid there will be one less sword fairy in the future."

She felt that Zhou An would have a chance to climb to the top of the Sword Immortal no matter what. Perhaps for every sword cultivator, the ultimate goal was not to ascend, but to become a Sword Immortal.

Zhou An smiled, and said casually: "That may not be impossible."

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After they returned to the imperial city, the news also spread to the imperial city, which excited everyone in the imperial city. A rare treasure appeared in Luping County, and Wen Miao, the head of the seven sons of Hezhou, became an evil cultivator. The monk died in it, but no one knew what happened, and everyone who knew died.

Although Yueli's injury was serious, after the doctor's treatment, he would be fine after a period of recuperation.

Zhou An did not tell anyone the details of the incident.

He recalled that this matter was full of contradictions everywhere, such a big thing happened, so many evil cultivators appeared, and in one night, until the next morning, there was not a single big monk, even a monk in the integration period. arrived.

This is too abnormal, and I don't know whether these big monks saw the so-called fate, so they avoided it, or there are other strange things.

The room is lit with incense, reflecting the light of the candles, revealing a bit of warmth.

Qi Fugui fanned his fan, looked sideways out of the window, and said with a smile: "So you left suddenly last night to beg for a wife."

He lowered his voice and said, "Look at you two being in such a mess, the things in Luping County won't have anything to do with you, right?"

Holding a flagon in his hand, Zhou An drank heavily. After enjoying himself, he let out a long sigh of relief and said lightly, "It does matter. I'm probably the only one who came out of the city."

"What I'm more curious about is why there wasn't a single body-fit cultivator going to Luping County last night in the Immortal Mansion."

"Instead, some of the nearby monks ran to die, just like the moths to the flame, dying one crop after another. The scene was tragic, tragic."

Although the words were miserable, there was no extra expression on Zhou An's face, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Qi Fugui's strength was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, he seemed a little upset, he hesitated for a moment before saying:

"My father's situation seems to be very bad, so the national teacher must stay in the imperial city. I don't know what the other monks in the fit period are doing."

"But I suspect that they are also afraid. They are afraid that Luping County is a trap, so they didn't go."

Zhou An nodded: "It's reasonable to say that, after all, those evil cultivators who appeared at the Immortal Contest are truly incredible."

Even the emperor of Daqi had learned the truth in the imperial city, how could ordinary monks who joined together not be afraid, so they had to hide their heads in the imperial city.

Having a high cultivation base does not mean that one is not afraid of death, on the contrary, it may be the opposite.

Qi Fugui continued: "Originally, after the Immortal Contest ended, you were going to go to the Longmai Spring deep in the palace for baptism, but something happened, so it was postponed to half a month later."

"Don't forget, don't run away suddenly like yesterday. The spiritual power in Longmai Spring is extremely rich, which can greatly promote the cultivation of monks. Even some monks in the fusion stage are coveted, but Because the spiritual power in it is quite special, it will only be effective if you enter it for the first time."

Zhou An nodded to express his understanding, and he didn't really care about it. He didn't think the so-called Longmai Spring would be useful to him, but he still wanted to go there.

at this time.

He had already suppressed the death energy in his body, so Qi Fugui couldn't see it either.

The seven days passed quickly, and Zhou An was not idle, taking Yueli to visit the imperial city and the surrounding mountains and rivers, it was quite nourishing.

After the previous incident in Luping County, the whole Daqi seemed to have calmed down, as if it had returned to its original state, calm and peaceful.

Half a month later, in the early morning, Zhou En and Yueli were eating beef offal noodles at a roadside noodle stall. They ate several bowls of noodles wrapped in noodle soup, and their stomachs were warm.

A talisman appeared in Yueli's hand, his face was not very good-looking, he frowned slightly and said: "I just got the news that Wangtianzong is going to close the mountain gate and call all the disciples back."

Zhou An was taken aback for a moment, and while eating the noodles, he asked without raising his head, "Why? Is there any special reason?"

Yue Li shook his head, stopped the chopsticks in his hand, and the bowl next to him was stacked higher than a human head: "I don't know the details, it probably has something to do with the luck of the heavens. When the heavens change drastically, sects like Wangtianzong close their gates It’s also normal. If it can be passed down from the ancient times, it will naturally have its own way.”

Zhou An looked up at her and asked, "Are you going back too?"

Yueli showed a charming smile, like Wang Qingquan: "If you don't go back, I don't agree with such an approach. My cultivation of immortality is not to prove Taoism and longevity, but to slay demons."

"It's good to have something to say. If you have different ways, don't conspire with each other, even if you are a teacher's relatives."

Zhou An looked up at the sky subconsciously, and there was a black silk thread falling from the sky, which was ominous.

Today's Daqi is in trouble.

"It seems that you big sects really have two ways of looking for advantages and avoiding disadvantages, even for immortal cultivators. If you die halfway, what are you talking about ascending to immortality?" He sighed.

Since some things have happened, there must be a reason for them, just like the end, it will not happen for no reason.

After breakfast, Zhou An took more than 20 people from the Qingzhou team to the palace.

This time they flew over, and now that this condition is in place, he can't be harsh on himself.

"I thought we were going to walk there." Li Luo said lazily, but she was actually complaining.

Zhou An looked back at her, and said bluntly: "If you want, you can go down, I won't stop you."

Wei Lanfeng agreed with a serious face: "I won't stop you either."

Cheng Jin also nodded.

Seeing this, Liluo approached Yueli who was next to her, and pretended to cry: "Sister Yueli and the others are bullying me."

With a smile on the corner of Yue Li's mouth, he moved his shoulders calmly, and said, "Since they won't stop me, then I won't stop me either, because walking can exercise your body."

Naturally, Yueli would not go in, so he sent them to the gate of the imperial palace, then stopped, and instructed: "Although Longmai Spring is very beneficial to cultivation, but we still have to do what we can, otherwise, it will be counterproductive."

Everyone understands the truth that too much is too much, but in the face of real temptation, who can control it.

Just like before in Luping County, those monks faced the fountain of life like crazy, entered the city regardless of life and death, and none of them survived in the end.

"Yeah." Zhou An stopped and looked back at her, feeling inexplicably heavy in his heart, just thinking that if he hadn't met Yueli in this world, he probably wouldn't have so many worries at this moment.

Once people have concerns, they will become in a dilemma.

The same is true for sword repair.

The national teacher, Yi Yuxian came to greet them in person, if it was in the past, naturally he would not.

Yi Yuxian's eyes were on Zhou An's body from the beginning to the end when he saw them, and he didn't move, as if no one else around him existed.

This made Zhou An feel cold all over, shrank back a little disgusted, and said: "If you have anything to say, there is no need to do this."

Yi Yuxian chuckled, without the slightest demeanor of being a national teacher, like a swindling Taoist priest on the street, said: "Of course there are things."

As he spoke, his voice lowered and turned into a thin line into Zhou An's ears.

"Since you are so sincere, little brother, then I will just say it straight. Your Majesty and I hope that you can enter the Immortal Mansion, and the Immortal Mansion will naturally spare no effort to train you."

Although the words are not exhaustive, the meaning is very obvious. Yi Yuxian thinks that he has a chance to become a sword fairy, so he values ​​it so much. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com Otherwise, Da Qi's Immortal Mansion would not make much difference if there was one more monk at the fusion stage and one less monk at the fusion stage.

Zhou An glanced at him inexplicably, and then said following his words: "Then I only have one request, otherwise I wouldn't bother to join Daqi Immortal Mansion."

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Others saw Zhou An communicating with Yi Yuxian, and they didn't know what they were talking about, but they could roughly guess it.

Some things are already on the bright side, and smart people can see it.

The time between the two of them was not too long, about one or two quarters of an hour, with smiles on their faces, and they seemed to have a very happy chat.

Then Yi Yuxian led them to the depths of the palace, passed the guards' handles, and came to a magnificent hall.

Walking from the side hall of the main hall to the ground, the spiritual energy became more and more intense in the process, and even formed a fog visible to the naked eye.

This also made Zhou An think of the spring of life, but there is still an essential difference between the two.

The mist here has no life energy, but pure aura.

However, after seeing the so-called Longmai Spring with his own eyes, Zhou An was not calm. There is a stone statue of a half-length woman beside the Longmai Spring, which is exactly the same as the one seen next to the Spring of Life. At most, the color and texture are slightly different. .

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