Alienated Martial Arts

When it snows in June, there must be grievances.

Thunder in winter is either a monster or a devil.

Hong Shunwei stopped quietly.

He stood motionless behind the tree, turning his head and looking to one side.

In the distance blocked by mountains and forests, there was not only thunder, but also heavy rain, and water pouring down.

On a cold winter night, there was a thunderstorm?

More importantly, he also sensed the true meaning of Xuanwu, which was hovering in that area, and from being vaguely visible at the beginning, it gradually became clearly visible.

So, is it because turtles and snakes are accompanying the wind and rain, haunting the Nine Sacred Mountains, that they cause thunderstorms and heavy rains that should not come on this cold winter night?

Many thoughts suddenly appeared in Hong Shun's mind.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the faint figure in front of him, still moving rapidly in the forest.

For a moment I couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.

I don't know if I should continue to chase him, or I should seize the moment and take a different route to avoid the true meaning of Xuanwu that suddenly appeared in the distance.

King Qinglian also sensed this aura, but he still kept running towards the depths of the Nine Sacred Mountains without stopping.

For Qinglian Dharma King, lotus flowers bloom and weak water flows when he comes, showing his mysterious and ethereal appearance.

When he left, he was extremely hasty, hiding his breath and not daring to show any trace.

With his cultivation and state of mind, there shouldn't be too severe mood swings.

But in this windy and snowy night, Qinglian Dharma King felt that he was about to be filled with anger and throbbing.

And as time went by, the proportion of anger occupied became smaller and smaller, and gradually only the throbbing and fear were left, almost covering his whole body.

The Qinglian disciples from a hundred years ago, the two sword masters of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, one dead and one alive, plus Grandmaster Hong of the Sixiang Palace who was swept in later. Just putting these names together means that this is an extreme battle. A dangerous and extremely chaotic battle.

On weekdays, the Nine Sacred Mountains are rarely seen even by martial arts masters passing by.

Not to mention the Yang Ji Grandmaster above the Yin Pole, even in the entire Qizhou, there is usually only one Yuan Dao Master Ning Xuanzhen.

But at this moment, in this small mountain forest, several warriors at the peak of the Yangji Spiritual Realm suddenly gathered.

There seems to be no reason or purpose, and he is inexplicably plunged into a bloody murder.

Qinglian Dharma King was also trapped in it and could not extricate himself.

And in the chaotic battle, the mental and physical exertion was far beyond his imagination.

Not only must we guard against the living, but we must also guard against the dead.

After all, although some people are dead, they are more difficult to deal with than when they were alive.

Both the disciples of Qinglian and the elders of Jiange have become fighting machines that know no pain, are tireless, and have no emotions.

Everything is for the sole purpose of killing, without any other impurities, and becomes extremely terrifying because of its purity.

What makes King Qinglian even more troublesome is that both living corpses use divine will as their core and driving force.

This was a level of power higher than that of Weak Shui's true will. Although the other party's divine will was incomplete and incomplete, it also brought huge pressure to him that he didn't want to remember.

And when he discovered the secrets hidden in the two corpses, he risked his life to break the defense of Qinglian disciples at the cost of physical injuries, and finally exposed the divine will in his body.

However, to his expectation, this was not the end of the battle, but the beginning of a more brutal confrontation.

Coupled with the mental illness of Zangjiange Night Shang, who kills indiscriminately without considering the situation or distinguishing between friend and foe, it pushes the already difficult situation into a bottomless abyss bit by bit.

Qinglian Dharma King was already a little desperate and was about to drag a few people around him into the underworld. Unexpectedly, suddenly there was a sudden change, and there was hope of escape.

He also did not expect that among the warriors who came to the Nine Sacred Mountains this time, there was actually a monster.

That man didn't look very old, but he had already reached the level of a great master.

Moreover, he is also a great master of horizontal training who combines yin and yang on top of diamond glazed glass.

Not only did he withstand the two Vajras of the Secret Cult with his own strength, but he even killed them directly under his palms. Even the treasures containing divine will could not stop them at all.

What's more important is that this person actually caught Emperor Wu's two Emperor Seals head-on head-on.

This brought about a series of chain reactions.

It also gave him the opportunity to drag Hong Shun into the water and let himself escape.

As for Grandmaster Hong's pursuit all the way, King Qinglian didn't take it to heart at all.

Compared to the mentally ill Nightmare and those two fighting machines who only knew how to kill, the threat posed by Mr. Hong's worship was simply not worth mentioning.

He is fierce, timid, and scheming.

In the heart of Qinglian Dharma King, this is the image of Hongshun Valley in the Four Symbol Hall.

When he fled farther away, he would have a hundred ways to make Hong Shunqi retreat without risking his life to become his enemy.

As long as we can return to the place of death, even if Emperor Wu's corpse comes in person, he still can't find the passage to the source of the weak water...

Qinglian Dharma King thought about this, and warning signs suddenly appeared deep in his consciousness.

There is also an inexplicable throbbing that arises from the bottom of my heart without any warning.

"This weird feeling that makes me feel chilled all over my body is like being on top of a predator and about to become prey."

Qinglian Dharma King trembled, and following a hint of induction, he turned his head and looked forward.

The next moment, he found the source of the throbbing.

It was a pair of eyes that lit up in the depths of darkness.

Gloomy red flames rose in his eyes, like two will-o'-the-wisps burning quietly.

It gave him an eerily familiar feeling.

"This is the Holy Cult Secret Technique Fire Red Lotus!?"

"Apart from the missing saint, is there anyone else who has come to the Nine Sacred Mountains?"

Qinglian Dharma King's doubts only lasted for a short moment, and were replaced by extreme surprise.

The figure in front.

It turned out to be that young man.

The young man who suppressed the secret sect's left and right Vajra protectors and forcibly took over the immortal seal of Emperor Wu.

King Qinglian really didn't expect that this person would actually appear here and block his way.

And it was only then that he had the opportunity to see the other party's true appearance.

He looked like a weak scholar with no strength at all. He didn't look like a great master who could defeat the Emperor Wu at all.

Qinglian Dharma King exhaled a mouthful of turbid air that was full of the smell of blood, and instantly converged all his thoughts. His speed increased instead of slowing down, and he roared towards the front.

"Without dodging or dodging, you can take on Emperor Wu's two Emperor's Seals head-on. Even a Dharma Master would be unable to withstand it. I don't believe how much strength you have left to fight again.

As long as I don't get entangled with this person and form a flanking attack with Hong Shunyu behind me, I can escape from tracking and interception with the help of Qinglian secret method.

Then, the sky is high enough for birds to fly, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and you can truly escape from the dangerous situation that is shocking every step of the way. "

boom!

In an instant, scarlet flames bloomed.

The gaze in the darkness suddenly became intense.

When the focus fell on Qinglian Dharma King, he was like a tiger that had been hungry for a long time and suddenly discovered a tender and delicious lamb.

boom! ! !

The next moment, the strong wind suddenly roared.

Countless fallen leaves and flying snow were rolled up and swirled around the figure.

In an instant, it crossed a short distance, enveloping all-devouring darkness, covering the entire mountain forest.

King Qinglian suddenly narrowed his eyes.

The pupils that were shrunk to the extreme reflected an oncoming fist.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

It was just the simplest step forward to punch, but it was able to travel such a long distance and bring such a majestic and domineering punch, even making it impossible for him to even use the secret technique of Qinglian to change places. .

more importantly……

This guy didn't seem to be injured.

First he had a fierce battle with two great masters of Yangji horizontal training, and then he took two punches from Emperor Wu. How could he not be injured! ?

With some unbelievable thoughts popping up in his mind, King Qinglian had no other choice but to gather all his strength in one place and face him head-on.

boom! ! !

The two figures suddenly collided.

A thunder exploded in the forest.

The rocks shattered and scattered in all directions, like a hailstorm.

boom!

Qinglian Dharma King's seven orifices gushed with blood, and he staggered back, leaving behind a series of deep footprints.

His hands were also numb from the shock, as if they were pricked by tens of thousands of steel needles, as if the skin of Jinshi had developed dense cracks.

Boom!

Another fierce collision.

He finally couldn't stabilize his body and rolled and flew backwards.

It crushed a large amount of bushes one after another, and finally stopped when it smashed into a large stone mound.

Boom, boom, boom!

Heavy footsteps followed.

The powerful wind pressure hit his face, and Qinglian Dharma King was in a confused state of mind, with a look of despair on his face.

Driven by a strong survival instinct, he used all his remaining strength, folded his arms and raised them, and used the Green Lotus Seal to block them head-on.

The magic seal was thrown out, and it suddenly hit the Yuantai Fist Seal that was pressing down bit by bit.

Click!

Click, click, click!

The crisp sound of bone cracking sounded.

Blood welled up in Qinglian Dharma King's mouth again, and he fell heavily to the cold and hard ground.

He stared intently at the eyes that looked down indifferently, still not giving up hope of escape, and endured the severe pain and pointed a finger between his eyebrows.

boom!

The majestic power burst out from Qinglian Dharma King's body.

King Qinglian shouted lowly, and before he could get up, there was a flower without any warning in front of him.

First there was a burst of scarlet flames, and then it was shrouded in boundless darkness.

The next moment, he realized that he was no longer in the Nine Sacred Mountains.

Instead, all five colors were blinded, all five sounds were lost, and they came to the dark and silent depths of the void.

There is nothing here, only the cold, empty will of death, and the despair and terror that swallows up all life.

"I had just made a mistake in judgment and lost my mind. Then he seized the opportunity and used the red lotus of karma to burn my true soul. The true meaning of the ghost car corroded my spirit, and I fell into the rut specially created for me."

"However, if you want to take my life like this, what you have done is not enough!"

"Enter my Dharma realm, the green lotus will come to the world, and the gods and Buddhas will be reborn!"

A holy lotus platform rose quietly, and four-color lotus flowers slowly bloomed.

The lotus platform shines brightly, illuminating a large area of ​​​​empty space, and also reflects a black shadow that looks like a mountain, and even reaches the edge of the horizon at a glance.

This is a huge, decayed, lifeless corpse.

It lies deep in the dark void, filled with the dead air of silence and despair.

"This is……"

King Qinglian looked at the intertwined turtles and snakes, and saw two huge scarlet eyes slowly opening in the darkness, looking down at his location.

Suddenly darkness surged, swallowing up life.

The four-color lotus platform that has not yet fully bloomed and unfolded is shrouded and wrapped, and no more light can be seen.

"If I had already entered the realm of Dharma, instead of just stepping in with one foot like now.

If I hadn’t fought with those lunatics, my body and mind would still be at its peak..."

Qinglian Dharma King quietly watched the lotus platform being swallowed up by darkness, feeling the vitality in his body disappear rapidly, and suddenly a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Forget it, it's better to die in his hands than to be killed by the madman from Jiange."

There was a loud bang.

The stone hillock had disappeared and suddenly collapsed into a huge pit.

The cold wind whistled through the mountains and forests like ghosts crying.

Gudong!

Hong Shunyan swallowed subconsciously and shuddered.

He blinked, as if he couldn't believe what he just saw.

Qinglian Dharma King, who had tricked him, was injured and ran away, bumping into the young man in front.

Then……

There was no more.

In any case, he is also a person who has reached the perfection of the Yangji Spiritual Realm and even stepped into the Dharma Realm.

Even though he was injured in the melee outside Mianlong Town, he was not a great master that ordinary warriors could defeat easily.

So he died like this?

After being punched by the young man, he rushed out a distance of dozens of feet, and then he was pressed under the stone hillock after several collisions and exchanges, and then lost all the breath of life.

The situation changes so quickly that everything seems to be happening in a blink of an eye, and it even seems to be over before it really begins.

Hong Shunwei took a step back.

But he had to stop.

Because a pair of eyes lit up in the darkness again, looking down from a high position.

Hong Shunwei took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

He looked at the pair of eyes that seemed to be burning with scarlet flames, and felt inexplicably in a daze for a moment.

Hong Shunwei seemed to have returned to more than a hundred years ago.

At that time, he was still very young, full of expectations for the future, and believed that there were endless possibilities.

On a snowy morning, he was taken by his teacher to attend a ceremony and saw Emperor Wu of the Zhou Dynasty sitting on a high platform, wearing a high crown and golden robe.

Then they looked at each other from a distance.

This was the fear that lurked deep in his heart and could never be erased.

At this moment, the two figures seemed to overlap.

Let him experience that weak and helpless feeling again.

Darkness surged and footsteps sounded.

Slowly approaching from far to near.

Hong Shun's mind was in a state of confusion, and he was suddenly thinking about everything.

He looked again at the pair of eyes that had come closer, and inexplicably found a trace of compassion in them.

It's like in the eyes of the other party, he is already a pitiful dead man.

"Senior Hong seems to be afraid of me."

In the silence, a gentle man's voice sounded faintly, "Senior is in a confused state of mind. He was so easily affected by me. His behavior is really not like that of a great Yang master who has half-body entered the Dharma realm."

Along with this sound, the scarlet flame quietly disappeared, and the dark ink receded silently.

Hong Shunyu suddenly came back to his senses and returned to a messy mountain forest.

Facing the figure standing ten steps away with his hands behind his back, he showed a wry smile and said, "I can't beat you anymore, I can't get away. It's hard for me to understand the old man's mood at this time."

Wei Tao said slowly, "I understand Senior Hong's dilemma, and I can also help Senior solve this problem, as long as you let me..."

Before he finished speaking, a bit of surprise flashed across his face and he looked down.

There was a soft pop.

Hong Shunwen knelt down directly, touched his head to the ground and bowed respectfully.

"How could this old servant be so virtuous and capable that I dare to let the young master work so hard to help me solve my problem?"

He didn't even raise his head, and spoke faster and faster, "Old slave, he figured it out himself. As long as he bows to the young master, and only the young master looks up to him, his mind will be smooth, his thoughts will be clear, and his whole person will feel like he has been reborn, without any trace of it. The confusion and hesitation.”

Wei Tao was slightly startled, "Senior Hong's behavior makes it very difficult for me to do it."

Hong Shunwei paused and said cautiously, "Due to old age and frailty, the old slave's vitality has faded. He always carries the Great Return Pill, a unique spiritual treasure in the inner palace. If you are hungry, you can take it at will."

Wei Tao was stunned again, and after a long silence he sighed, "The ground is too cold. Mr. Hong, please get up and talk."

"In front of the Young Master, I feel more comfortable kneeling down to speak."

Hong Shun's heart suddenly relaxed a little. Instead of standing up, he knelt down even lower.

"It's up to you. If you like to kneel, then kneel, but what I mean is to walk and talk, so as not to be chased by Emperor Wu and him again."

Wei Tao faced the biting cold wind and looked back in the direction of Mianlong Town, "What's the situation over there now?"

Hong Shun followed closely, "Sir, when the old slave escaped, the battle in Mianlong Town was not over yet.

Emperor Wu was desperately entangled by Master Xuanwu, Master Jinzhang, and Sun Xiyue, and it seemed difficult to determine the winner for a while.

As for the grandmasters outside Mianlong Town, the old slave thinks that their fate may not be very good. Even if they can escape from those living corpses, they will probably suffer heavy injuries and lose their strength, thus falling into the realm of natural sympathetic metamorphosis. It's not impossible. "

Wei Tao listened silently, and the image of Emperor Wu's palm turning his hand into clouds and rain emerged in his mind.

But he still couldn't figure out how to avoid the light that would definitely fall on him whenever he appeared.

I don’t even know if the turtle-snake cross that has broken through to the hundred-level limit can withstand the emperor’s seal driven by divine will.

He only knew that he could win with certainty against warriors like Hong Shunyu who had just begun to understand the law.

However, if you switch to the Xuanwu Dao Master or the Golden Tent King Master, you still need to actually fight them to determine whether they are the opponent of the Dharma Realm Grandmaster.

If you don’t understand, just don’t think about it for now.

If you can't do it, put it aside.

As time goes by, and with the improvement of strength, there may be a solution in the future.

Wei Tao breathed out a soft breath and suddenly interrupted Hong Shun's words, "Senior Hong just said that before going to Mianlong Town, Master Xuanwu Qi came to see you?"

"Yes, Master Xuanwu is very interested in the cloud patterns on the ancient tripod in the Four Elephants Hall.

So after discovering the whereabouts of the old slave, he specifically searched for it and asked me to demonstrate it. "

Wei Tao nodded slightly, "I'm also very interested in things that Taoist Master Qi can value."

Hong Shunjue said directly without any hesitation, "Watching the battle in the Dharma Realm tonight, and seeing Emperor Wu's relationship with the gods, I have been able to manifest the Dao cloud patterns more clearly.

If Young Master is interested, I can ask Young Master to observe it now. "

When Wei Tao nodded, he formed a seal with each hand, then brought them together and placed them in front of him.

Quietly, an ever-changing pattern appeared in the void.

Like a vague and ferocious beast.

Wei Tao's envoy watched the spirit, the qi, the red lotus karma fire, and carefully observed and sensed it.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank a little, and several winding lines were reflected inside.

It seems to form a line of twisted handwriting

"The shape is unusual. It has a head but no body. It eats people without swallowing them, causing harm to their bodies."

Wei Tao closed his eyes and memorized this line of handwriting that soon disappeared.

He thought for a long time, then sighed slowly and said, "If I guess correctly, what Mr. Hong is practicing should be the Taotie pattern."

"The old slave has searched through the classics in Tianji Mansion and the collection of books in the Great Inner Palace, but he has not been able to find the origin of this cloud pattern.

It seems that it only exists on the ancient tripod in the Four Elephant Hall, and no traces remain anywhere else. "

Hong Shunyu looked confused and asked subconsciously, "What kind of pattern did the young master just say?"

Wei Tao was about to speak, but suddenly stopped when his words reached his lips.

He stopped, turned around and looked back, "The battle in Mianlong Town may have already decided the winner."