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"That's right." Wen Miao nodded to express understanding, raised her head, revealing her empty eyes, without eyeballs or anything, just like the wanderer Zhou An had seen before.

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

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

Then, in his field of vision, one of Wen Miao's arms turned into bright white mist.

A white arm stretched out from the ground to grab him, very quickly and unable to dodge.

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

I can't feel anything except... the sword's will!

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

Following the guidance of the rotten sword intention, he swung his sword out again. The blade swung behind him as if it had eyes. It penetrated half of the city and hit Wen Miao who was hiding in the house.

Wen Miao looked at Zhou An with surprise on her face, confirming that this man had been completely deprived of his five senses and spiritual senses, but he still hit his true body with incomparable precision.

You know, Zhou An didn't find his true identity before, but after being deprived of Wu Sen, he found it instead.

This is a strange thing.

He lowered his head and looked at his body. He had been chopped into two pieces from his shoulders to his abdomen. He could see a clear gap and blood was gushing out.

The swordsman in front of him has extraordinary sensitivity, which is not limited to his five senses and spiritual sense.

More than a dozen complex magic formulas have been formed in his hands, and terrifying spiritual energy spurts out from the ground, forming white lines visible to the naked eye, interspersed in the city, like a spider web.

Sealing Heaven Formation.

"There is a style in the Taishang Code called Sealing Heaven. Unfortunately, the way of heaven is constantly changing and it has long been unable to be used. But now I have understood the secret."

Zhou An naturally couldn't hear Wen Miao's words. Following the guidance of the decayed sword intention, he swung his sword to strike again.

In this state, his body became dominated by the decayed sword, and the status of both parties was reversed.

Big flying black hands appeared behind Zhou An, dancing crazily. With the hot wind, everything began to wither.

Wen Miao looked at Zhou An in front of her and was stunned. She didn't understand why Zhou An had changed so much in such a short period of time.

The aura emanating from those big black hands was so twisted that it made his heart tremble.

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

The big black hand kept hitting the Heaven Sealing Formation, and every time it shook it violently, the threads formed by spiritual energy broke.

"How can it be."

Wen Miao saw that the huge Sealing Heaven Formation was torn apart with cracks by those black hands.

There is an extremely twisted force that constantly shakes the foundation of the Sealing Heaven Formation, and the foundation of the Sealing Heaven Formation is exactly that spring water.

Seeing that something was wrong, Wen Miao immediately flew toward the spring, but was hit by a sword light from the side. She flew out and landed on the ground. One of her arms was broken, and her spiritual energy began to dissipate.

He also understood the problem and immediately withdrew the Great Deprivation Technique on Zhou An. It could weaken others, but for Zhou An, it strengthened it.

Although he didn't know the principle behind it, it was the fact that this sword cultivator had weird things everywhere.

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

Zhou An was a little confused when he saw the messy scene around him, the large amount of ruins formed, and Wen Miao lying on the ground.

After all, Wen Miao was a monk in the integration stage, so why didn't he close his eyes and beat him like this? Moreover, he didn't use too much force. Something unexpected happened just now.

He noticed that the Decaying Sword Intent had somewhat restrained. Before, it looked ready to move, but now it looked like it had been hollowed out, lying there limply, even if it was patted on the buttocks, it would not move.

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

Wen Miao also had a dull look on her face when she heard Zhou An say this. Shouldn't he be the one asking Zhou An what he just did?

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

He felt that in comparison, he might be the good citizen and the righteous monk, rather than the one being punished!

Thinking about it, I feel a little angry.

At this time, he was scarred. When he saw Zhou An preparing to swing his sword again, he happened to come to the spring and jumped in.

It seemed that what was below was not spring water, but a mouthful of concentrated sulfuric acid. Wen Miao's body melted into it and melted rapidly, leaving no bones left. There was pain and joy on his face, intertwined, and he shouted:

"My love, come to life!"

His voice stopped suddenly.

Zhou An frowned, realizing that something was not good, and retreated to the edge of the city. He happened to see another group of people coming here. Their aura was abnormal and contained evil spirits. They were obviously some evil cultivators. There were quite a few people. There must be

Twenty or thirty.

Zhou An happened to be hiding his aura and was not discovered by them. Instead, this group of people flew straight in from the right side of the city, also attracted by the strong aura of life.

"It looks like it's true. An Wuda didn't lie to us. There is actually the legendary spring of life here!" A tall, shirtless monk shouted loudly, seeing the bright lights floating in the sky not far away.

There was white mist, and his face was full of excitement.

The cultivation of these people is not weak, and they are all at the level of transforming into gods. Several of them have reached the level of transforming into gods, but they are blocked by bottlenecks and cannot break through.

Zhou An suspected that there was an evil cultivator's nest nearby. Otherwise, why would there be so many evil cultivators here? Or there might be something important that attracted them here.

These evil cultivators should have just gotten the news, because Zhou An had killed the evil cultivator named An Wuda before, and after his death, the news spread.

This was originally An Wu Da's way to check and balance Wen Miao, but he didn't expect that he would die in the end.

They were so excited by the pure life energy that they rushed forward, but did not find Wen Miao's figure, only the clear spring water.

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

The burly monk grinned and flew towards the spring, "No matter what, let me see what this spring of life is first!"

"Wait a minute, do you want to go down there to die? I don't know what's going on yet." A person next to him shouted quickly, but he didn't really make a sound, but stared at the spring water.

The other people didn't say anything. Since this burly man wanted to go, they let him go and regarded it as exploring the way.

really.

Before the burly man could approach, the clear spring water suddenly boiled violently, startling him. He was about to run away, but found that there was no movement in the spring water again. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, approached the spring water, and reached out, with an excited expression.

Rushing to the face.

Just by breathing the mist in the air, he felt that his cultivation level was about to move. He might be able to break through to integration immediately after taking a sip.

Why do these evil cultivators become evil cultivators, bear infamy, and do dirty things? It’s not because they have no hope of breaking through in normal ways, and they are so desperate.

The burly and strong man lay down by the spring, stretched out his head and took a big sip of the spring water. His face was full of enjoyment, his Adam's apple kept squirming, and the breath on his body was rising at a steady speed.

Others couldn't sit still when they saw this. Seeing that the benefits gained by others were more uncomfortable than killing themselves, they immediately rushed over, but at this moment, they saw that the body of the burly monk began to swell, and it looked like

It was very scary, but there was still an expression of enjoyment on his face.

His body continued to expand, and his whole body became extremely bloated and obese. Sitting beside the spring, he looked like a giant baby, with the same pink and white skin.

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

"Since the life spring water is rich in life energy, why did Wen Miao immediately melt when he jumped before, showing two completely different and extreme characteristics?"

Life and death!

These two properties are expressed on the same object without making people feel inconsistent.

Sure enough, it was the same. Zhou An judged that the body of the burly man began to rot in an instant, and large pieces of flesh fell off piece by piece. The breath of life quickly withered, but there was no pain on his face, only joy.

Pleasure.

"Eternal life, I am going to enter 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, knowing that this was probably a trap, but before they could retreat, the spring water boiled again, and a large amount of bright white mist radiated from the spring water.

It came out and covered the whole city, and Zhou An was also shrouded in it.

It was obviously night, but under the shroud of bright white mist, the whole city looked like daytime, with a fairy air. A figure appeared on the street, doing daily things, carrying a load to sell vegetables, and dragging a cart to transport goods.

, and there was a cry of selling.

These evil cultivators were all stunned, not knowing what was going on, and then indulged in it. Even if it was just mist, it also contained a lot of life energy. Some people couldn't help but suck in the mist, while some people jumped in the mist like crazy.

Get up and dance.

"The effect of this mist seems to be much weaker. It may be just right for us." The old man waved a bunch of bells in his hand and shouted. The jingling sound was very pleasant, and he felt that they had found the correct way to use the Fountain of Life.

, "Presumably that Wen Miao died because she drank directly from the fountain of life."

People will believe what they want to believe, even those who cultivate immortality are no exception. Otherwise, there would be no evil cultivators.

Zhou An's situation is similar. Although he keeps telling himself that there is something wrong with this stuff, his body can't help but absorb it, not only from his nostrils, but also from his skin, from every pore on his skin.

The decayed sword intention also appeared automatically, like a baby sucking in the surrounding life energy.

He felt that his body was warm and very comfortable, as if a desert that had been dry for a long time was moistened by a sudden heavy rain. Even the dry and cracked ground sprouted small green buds, which were as green as a drop of green.

next moment.

Zhou An came back to his senses again, with a look of panic on his face, and flew away. Seeing the fate of the burly monk just now, he knew that he was probably on the verge of danger now.

He was clearly on the edge of the city before, but now he couldn't escape no matter what. He flew out of the white mist, and there was an endless expanse of white outside.

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

The more this happened, the harder he struggled and the faster he drew the sword.

At this moment, he was nourished by the mist, and seemed to have endless power, capable of slashing tens of thousands of swords and millions of swords.

Of course, this was most likely a sleep, and the life energy confused his senses.

He looked back and saw that the bodies of the previous evil cultivators had all become fat and bloated, just like the burly monks before, with a look of bliss on their faces.

Some of them also wanted to escape, but were grabbed by the necks by the arms formed by the mist extending out of the spring, unable to move.

The clear spring water boiled for a while, Zhou An's eyes widened, and a face stretched out from the spring water. It was a bloated face with white lines, a bit like a whale, with jagged words in its huge mouth.

She has straight teeth and beautiful long black hair, floating in the air.

"What it is!"

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

His intuition told him that this twisted monster was his lover who was resurrected 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 trembled continuously, full of emotions of pity and loneliness, which made Zhou An feel the same way, as if he could understand her pity and loneliness. He had never thought about others so much.

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

This is his swordsmanship, free between life and death, and not bound by life and death.

A rainbow light crossed half of the city and struck down, and the sharp sword intent covered the entire Luping County. Everyone in the city could hear the high and hoarse sword cry, and looked up involuntarily, but could not see anything.

No matter what the outcome of this sword is.

However, Zhou An noticed something wonderful, which may also be regarded as a kind of Tao, a Tao hidden in this small city.

These people should be dead, but now they seem to be alive and think that they are still alive.

In this case, should they be considered dead or alive?

In this city, the decision of life and death becomes blurred, and once life and death become blurred, they are no longer so important.

This sword fell from the sky, and with the blessing of life energy, it was probably the strongest sword Zhou An had ever struck 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 fell on the monster, leaving a clear sword mark. A large amount of purple blood spurted out, filled the air, fell into the clear spring water, quickly dissipated, and became the same

clear.

"it hurts!!"

There were countless sharp and harsh noises, like high-frequency radio waves hitting the eardrums.

Zhou An subconsciously covered his ears. The bloated evil cultivators in the city exploded one by one, and blood and flesh rained down from the sky.

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

The fog in the entire city was surging 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.