Chapter 544

Moon style!

At that moment, the broken blade surged into the dreamy brilliance of the Star River, spread out and opened, and the blade was like the moon, rising slowly from the star river.

The artistic conception is hazy. As soon as it emerges, a group of grievances nearby dissipate instantly, just like snow dissolving in water. The picture is soul stirring.

This is definitely one of the strongest means of Lintian Shi's exhibition at present. It assists the power of the broken blade and deduces the power of "moon sweeping" to a new height.

Holy and ethereal, but nothing is immortal!

However, the cold and strange lotus, with its black luster and like breathing, ignored the blow and fell on the broken blade.

Gentle and graceful, there is a frightening and strange smell.

Lintian felt his hands sank. He felt as if he had been pressed on the broken blade by a sacred mountain. The terrible force oppressed his muscles and bones, making him feel unbearable friction. His blood and blood flowed back, and he almost coughed up blood.

Boom!

The strange black lotus flower blooms on the broken blade, and its petals are crystal clear, just like the night of the eternal night. It is dark and cold, and the breath released almost makes people fall into it.

Lintian was in a trance, and his mind was about to lose. The power of the lotus was so strange and powerful that it filled the broken blade, which made it difficult for Lintian to resist.

In a trance, Lintian saw a black skeleton suspended in the depths of the complaining army, with a ghost fire.

What is appalling is that on the skull, there is a figure sitting on it, wearing a broken blood cassock and holding a broken and mottled white bone rosary, like a Buddha, but it looks very strange.

On his bright and clean head, there is a blooming Black Lotus, just like life, filled with a world-shaking monstrous luster!

His eyes were closed and motionless, and his bloody cassock was broken, as if it had passed away, but it gave people a kind of terror, such as the power of the Lord of hell.

Who is this?

Lintian was in a trance and thought he had an illusion.

In the army of complaining spirits, there is a Buddha like terrorist figure, wearing a blood stained cassock, holding a white bone rosary, branded with a strange lotus on his head, sitting cross legged on a black skull!

This picture is too frightening, full of strange and gloomy atmosphere.

Lintian felt that he was about to sink and couldn't support it. The power of the Black Lotus on the broken blade was spreading, making him as if he was imprisoned and oppressed, and he was dying.

How did this happen?

How could there be such a strange Buddha besides a king with a crown in his head?

Who the hell is he?

Is he also a king?

Otherwise, how can the power be so terrible and desperate that it can't resist at all

Lintian felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and his vision became unreal. The strong smell of danger and death made him tremble all over.

Buzz!

At this time, the broken blade in his hand suddenly sent out a startling clear chant, just like a grand Taoist sound, and the bright starlight transpiration, just like a flame, lit the Black Lotus stuck to the broken blade and burned fiercely!

Suddenly, Lintian was shocked and felt as if he had broken the shackles of himself, and his confused consciousness suddenly woke up.

Then he saw that an unprecedented piece of Taoist symbols appeared on the broken blade in his palm. Although it was dense, it was obviously incomplete and vague, and incomplete.

But even so, the appearance of the Taoist symbols gave the broken blade an unspeakable unique power and burned that strange black lotus in an instant!

Suddenly, a startling sound sounded.

I saw the figure of the Buddha sitting cross legged on the Black Skull in the depths of the complaining spirit army. I didn't know when to get up and opened his closed eyelids.

However, what is terrible is that his eyes are empty and have no eyes. They are like a pair of abysses leading to hell, and they are still bleeding

The picture was so strange and frightening that Lintian was suffocated and his scalp was numb. Although he had no eyes, when he "saw" it, Lintian felt as if he was stared by an ancient demon God. He was soaked in cold sweat and couldn't even move a finger.

On the broken blade in his hand, the mysterious incomplete trace disappeared and fell into silence, which could not help Lintian at all.

Lintian faced off with a king of life and death "shuiqianshan" who came from Shuiman. At that time, he felt an unprecedented terror.

However, he can still keenly perceive that the figure of the Buddha with a strange and dense breath is more frightening than that of thousands of mountains and rivers!

"It's him..."

A dry, low voice sounded, as if he had not spoken for a long time, making his voice vague and obscure.

Lintian's heart beat violently, and the figure of the Buddha was talking!

Just, who is this "he"?

Lintian could see that the Buddha's empty eyes were not looking at himself, but the broken blade in his hand!

Is this "he" the "it" that means broken blade?

"The boundless years have passed, and he has already died..."

Suddenly, another sound sounded. It was clear and cold, and there was a biting chill, which made Lintian's eardrum almost burst. His mind was like being cut by a knife, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

Just one voice, and it wasn't aimed at Lintian, but it hurt Lintian's mind!

Lintian saw a faint figure, which made him feel a familiar smell. Then he suddenly remembered that they had seen a corpse floating on the sea on the way not long ago.

The corpse belonged to the strong man of the ancient three eyed spirit family, and it was full of complaining spirits. Lintian inadvertently caught a glimpse of a graceful figure, and then disappeared in an instant.

Lintian thought it was an illusion at that time, but at this time, he saw the graceful figure again and stood next to the Buddha!

However, the figure was shrouded in an obscure gray luster, like an illusion, and could not see its appearance clearly at all.

"It's him!"

The Buddha's figure seemed unwilling, and his voice was filled with anger.

The graceful figure was silent and said for a long time: "let's go, we're all wrong..."

There is an infinite sense of sadness and loneliness in the voice.

"Wrong?"

The Buddha sighed again at the empty hole.

Then, whether it was a beautiful shadow or the figure of the Buddha, it disappeared for a moment, like an illusion.

However, Lintian felt relaxed for a while. As if he had been reborn, all the depression and oppression in his mind disappeared.

Looking at the army of complaining spirits, I could not detect anything. It seemed as if I had just experienced a strange nightmare. The figure of the Buddha and the graceful figure had never existed.

Lintian was pale and soaked with cold sweat. He could be sure that it was not a fantasy, but a real thing!

Until this time, he could not forget the strange figure of the Buddha, the empty eyes without eyes, the black skull head, the blood stained cassock, the mottled white bone prayer beads, and a strange black lotus pattern on his head

And that graceful figure should be more mysterious. It is shrouded in gray Qi and can't peep at its face

Who are they?

And why did it disappear after it appeared?

Lintian was in a trance.

Kill!

But soon, he didn't care about these. The army of complaining spirits was killing everywhere, fierce and terrible.

But Lintian had lost his desire to fight, and his figure twinkled and began to approach the treasure boat.

What happened today is too weird and unpredictable. He needs to calm down completely.

……

……

The sea is boiling and murderous, disturbing the wind and cloud.

Near the treasure ship, Xiao ran, Yun Che, Su Xingfeng and Zhao Jingxuan are still fighting, which is very tragic.

Woo woo~~

Just before long, a low, dark and cold horn sounded, which was like a command, and the overwhelming army of grievances began to retreat like a tide.

The army withdrew!

Zhao Jingxuan was stunned and immediately relieved. By this time of the war, they were more or less injured, and it was hard to hide their fatigue between their eyebrows.

And their retinue suffered some serious injuries. Half of them fell and died miserably in the battle just now.

Even those who did not die were seriously injured, bleeding all over and sent to the treasure ship.

"Younger martial sister Zhao, it seems that the squire around you has been robbed." Suddenly, Su Xingfeng opened his mouth. With a hint of ponder in his expression, he glanced at Zhao Jingxuan.

Others were also stunned. Unexpectedly, Su Xingfeng would care about a servant around Zhao Jingxuan at this time.

Immediately, they looked thoughtful, as if they had guessed something.

"Elder martial brother Su, are you laughing at me?"

Zhao Jingxuan frowned, and there was a touch of anger in his voice, which was not calm and free and easy in the past.

She was worried. In the battle just now, she saw Lintian was attacked by a powerful spirit of resentment, but she was also entangled by the enemy and was unable to help.

I didn't think about it. In the twinkling of an eye, Lintian disappeared.

Up to this time, the enemy army had retreated, but Lintian was missing. How could Zhao Jingxuan not worry?

Others regarded Lintian as a squire, but she knew that Lintian's identity was very special and was not comparable to that of a squire at all. If he was robbed, Zhao Jingxuan would definitely feel guilty all his life.

"Well, we all return to the treasure ship first. The top priority is to wait for elder Gaoyang to come back."

Xiao ran spoke gently. Although his words were not powerful, others dared not refute.

And when it comes to elder Gaoyang, their hearts are all tight. In the battle just now, elder Gaoyang held a ten thousand bird God stove and fought against a king who complained. I don't know whether elder Gaoyang can return safely in this battle

This makes them feel heavy. They are lost in the sea. There are countless dangers and many murders. If there are no experts at the level of elder Gaoyang, it will be in trouble.

"Eh, elder martial sister Zhao, look there, your squire is still alive."

Suddenly, Wen Xiang, a boy in colorful clothes, pointed to the distance and made a sound.

Zhaojingxuan was shocked. Looking at the sea with black mist, he saw a slender figure coming. Looking carefully, it was Lintian?

Suddenly, Zhao Jingxuan's eyes became bright and full of joy, and his inner worries and guilt were swept away.

Su Xingfeng was stunned for a moment, and his eyebrows wrinkled imperceptibly. Trapped in the depths of the enemy army, could the little monk in the lower world come back alive?

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