I am immortal

The rain pattered, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

The boundless water vapor escaped and fell, but for some reason, it was always peaceful, as if the murderous intent Zhou Nuchang felt was just his illusion, and there was also a feeling of boundless emptiness, as if the enemy was against them. This piece of heaven and earth is intangible, yet vast and majestic, and extremely vast.

The enemy is human and can be killed.

If the enemy is the sky or the falling rain, what can the blade do?

Zhou Nuchang's palm holding the handle of the knife broke into a slight cold sweat.

The evil spirit of the military formation transformed by human destiny is rising.

The Qi movement at the beginning was extremely vast and majestic, like a dragon roaring.

However, there was only murderous aura lingering in the rain without leaking out. It was as if a great commander had lured out Zhou Nuchang's humane destiny army formation, and then restrained it again, causing the evil aura in their army formation to begin rapidly. The earth weakened.

Suddenly there was a strong wind.

The sergeants in the military formation were stimulated, and instinctively turned around, swung their swords, and the blade was sharp. It set off a burst of cold light and tore it apart, shattering Luo Yu, but there was nothing there. The evil energy of the military formation suddenly surged. After that, it declined again to a situation worse than before.

Again and again, it declines.

Zhou Nuchang's back was covered with cold sweat——

The person who took action was also a military commander?

Is this style a military strategy?

Zhou Nuchang knew that he could not continue like this. He gritted his teeth and mobilized the evil spirit of the military strategist in his body, and then brushed the blade with his palm. The edge of the blade was cold, and blood fell on the blade. There was a fierce and brutal killing aura. Suddenly dispersed, Zhou Nuchang's appearance seemed to become more and more majestic. As soon as he opened his mouth, it seemed as if countless people roared in unison:

"The devil is a heretic, and he is a person who refuses to accept enlightenment."

"Back off!"

A force that was mixed with the soul thoughts of an unknown number of people suddenly spread out. It seemed that there was a force that exploded at the center of the circle. The entire rain curtain seemed to be exploded into a piece of rain and mist. The rain and mist spread and Zhou Nu could see freely. I saw a young Taoist priest wearing black clothes and a mask sitting on the bluestone not far away.

Human destiny is achieved by gathering the thoughts and energy of millions of people.

It is completely different from the pure and pure path of Taoism.

Therefore, those who truly cultivate Taoism cannot enter the court.

It is extremely difficult for the human royal family to achieve deep attainments in Taoist practice.

Human luck is precisely the means to extremely restrain the Taoist mystical powers.

It sounds ridiculous, but there is only one word [miscellaneous].

Zhou Nuchang's eyes suddenly lit up, the knife in his hand was trailing behind him, and he suddenly stepped forward, with his right foot on the ground, a burst of energy exploded, rain spread out in all directions, and hit Qi Wuhuo in front of him like a tiger. Such a momentum, the other dozens of soldiers were also the same. Pulled by the fate of humanity, they followed closely behind and drew out their swords.

"cut!!!"

A loud shout was as loud as thunder.

The young Taoist stepped back slightly and spread the five fingers of his right hand slightly.

Countless raindrops gathered together and turned into silk threads. The world seemed to be transformed into a guqin. When you plucked your fingers, the tinkling sound shook your soul. The rainwater moved with the wind, as if sword energy was fighting towards Zhou Nuchang. The latter's eyes were angry, and he no longer had the softness as before. His sword skills were fierce, and he slashed down with extremely cruel swords.

Crack all the sword energy turned into pieces from the rain and chop it into pieces.

At the same time, the sergeants behind him were either seriously injured in their waists or abdomens, or their wrists holding swords were injured, and they were gradually unable to keep up with him.

Zhou Nuchang's momentum is like a rainbow.

A sudden blow swept across the sky and wiped away all the rain. The blade was so powerful that it could cut off three pieces of iron armor. It could cut a ferocious beast from its forehead to its tail and cut it in half in one breath. The sword was so powerful that the rainwater dripping on the blade and then splashing could be clearly seen. Zhou Nuchang said angrily: "You traitor and traitor!!!"

Stepping forward with his right foot, the horizontal cutting knife cut across a semicircle, and then turned into a vertical slash.

Cut down like a thunderbolt——

"die!"

The courage he showed was great and different from the past. You can know that his ability to serve as the prince's right-hand man was not just achieved by flattering the horse, nor was he just as incompetent as the civil servants and military generals thought. Such methods were used by the border troops. There was also a ruthless character inside, and blood exploded suddenly, but Zhou Nuchang's movements stopped suddenly.

The knife in his hand struck down and hit the young Taoist, but it was just a ripple.

At the same time, an extremely severe sting emerged.

The concentrated energy suddenly dispersed.

He slowly lowered his head and saw more ripples spreading out in the rain curtain. As the ripples spread, a black sword appeared in front of him where he thought there was nothing. It was wider than an ordinary sword. Almost a palm wide, existing here quietly like this, half of it already submerged in his body, Zhou Nuchang's eyes widened slightly, and he murmured:

"The method of controlling water and concealing oneself..."

This sword is placed here.

Then it was hidden using the exquisite water-bending method of refraction.

It was him who rushed up at a speed far exceeding that of a galloping horse.

Therefore, the sword easily pierced through the soft armor on his body and penetrated through his back. The sword was a serious injury. He looked forward and saw ripples on the young Taoist's body, and then collapsed and fell. On the ground, there were just some water stains.

Zhou Nuchang murmured: "...Daomen, real person?"

"who?!"

"who is it!"

Zhou Nuchang covered the wound with one hand and held the knife with the other. Looking at the vast rain curtain, he roared angrily:

"Who killed me?!"

"come out!"

"Come out!"

"come out!"

Suddenly there was a sound of birdsong.

Zhou Nuchang was startled for a moment, then looked up to a high place not far away. Under the influence of human luck, this time he finally saw it - the rain was pouring, and a young Taoist priest was sitting on the extended part of the mountain high up, holding a hand in his hand. A cup is poured at will, and the water falls and turns into rain and mist. The rain and mist disperse, which is the cloud. The cloud falls again, and the pattering has turned into heavy rain.

This rain.

But only that Taoist poured his cup.

Zhou Nuchang covered his wound. He was confused for a moment, and his body swayed. Then the knife in his hand touched the ground directly. He endured the darkness in front of his eyes and forced himself to smile: "The Taoist master has an innate Qi, and with a little bit of Qi as a guide, Evolving all things, this method was only heard about in the past, but today I have actually seen it."

"I am the fifth-rank Qianlong Guard Zuo Commander in the imperial court, and I have been ordered to serve the prince and the saint!"

"If the real person doesn't want to suffer the disaster of body death and Dao disappearance, it's better to retreat quickly!"

"I can forget about today's incident and not report it to His Highness the Crown Prince!"

The little peacock stood on Qi Wuhuo's shoulder and said through spiritual transmission: "This person is so weird. Just now he clearly wanted to kill someone, and now he acts like you are good to me?"

"And what about Azhi, you kill him."

"He obviously hit the tip of the sword himself."

"He killed himself!"

The young Taoist raised his eyes, and there seemed to be a storm in his eyes, deep and invisible to light.

He blocked the road before, but he was still worried that he might kill the wrong person.

Medicine Master Lazuli Light Tathagata learned the Shi Wuwei Seal, which contains the profound meaning of Buddhism's other mind.

Qi Wuhuo used his magical power to influence the minds of these Qianlong Guards and let them express what was in their hearts. As a result, the cup of rain gradually expanded, covering them all under the falling rain. Wuzhuo's eyes were deep and he said calmly: "Qi Wuzhuo, a person from Jinzhou."

Seven words.

Zhou Nuchang's words were all blocked.

Seven words, Jinzhou people blocked the road and killed them. What this means is very clear.

He opened his mouth, heard the wailing sound coming from behind, suddenly laughed loudly, and then cursed loudly: "Jinzhou people!"

"Hahaha, what a Jinzhou person! How dare you have the courage to seek revenge!"

"If you want me to die, I have to die. You should feel so honored to use your lives to pave a path of bones for the saint! How dare you come to seek revenge? How dare you! The sky is clear. If you kill me, you will definitely Determined by human fate, everything in the world is the king's land, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers. You must die! You must die!"

The young Taoist touched the little peacock lightly with his fingers, then gently pinched the little peacock's head with two fingers, turned it away, and said: "Let's play a game. You count five hundred numbers. If you can catch me, I will give you delicious food, you can eat whatever you want."

"Don't look at it."

"Huh?! Okay Aqi!"

"Then I'll count. Hurry up and hide..."

The little peacock was in high spirits.

The young Taoist moved his five fingers slightly, blocking the little peacock's left and right sides with his own spirit, preventing any noise from reaching his ears.

He stood up immediately.

A strong wind suddenly blew up around Qi Wuhuo.

The young Taoist's fierce robes immediately flew down from the sky and appeared in front of Zhou Nuchang.

The latter laughed loudly, stood up suddenly, and while spitting blood from his mouth, he was not afraid of death and slashed with a knife.

The sword was majestic and sharp, setting off a storm.

The blade is heavy.

The young Taoist stepped on the blade with his right foot.

Put your hands behind your back.

The black hair on the temples is slightly raised.

The rain dissipated in an instant, and then continued to fall. The blade of the sword was stepped down directly. Zhou Nuchang was about to draw the sword, but when he heard the sound of the sword, Qi Wuhuo held the five fingers of his right hand slightly, and the thief-killing sword rose in his hand. Then he whirled his sword, and the sword roared, breaking through the rain curtain in the air and causing the wind to sway.

But there is no structure.

It's not a magical power.

Chop it directly on Zhou Nuchang's throat.

The sharp blade directly tore through the skin, flesh, muscles and bones, and chopped open the throat.

Zhou Nuchang's human luck exploded, but he couldn't resist the luck on the sword.

The human Qi Luck, which is enough to ward off evil and all things, making it invulnerable to weapons, water and fire, seemed to have seen its biggest enemy. It started to stir violently. Zhou Nuchang stepped back. Qi Wuhuo took a quick step, swung his sword, and the sound of the sword exploded. The screams forcibly split open the luck, shattered Zhou Nu Chang's protective body, and cut into his throat.

Zhou Nuchang's hoarse and ghostly voice was horrifying: "This is!!!"

"What's this?!"

"Why can't humanity resist destiny!"

The young Taoist replied: "This is the luck of humanity in the hands of a poor Taoist."

"True, human destiny."

A fear that was bigger and deeper than death flashed in Zhou Nuchang's eyes!

The sword edge slashed through, and a head rose directly into the sky.

The wind swirled around Qi Wuhuo's body, and his body suddenly deflected, heading straight towards a Qianlong Guard whose wrist was cut off.

The thief-killing sword in his palm swept across and tore open his throat, then he turned around and pierced his heart with the sword, then raised his foot to kick him off the sword.

Turn around.

The sword was raised and struck vertically.

There was a sneak attack from behind.

This sword directly penetrated into the face of the young man who once sneered at the old soldier's long sword, splitting his face from the middle.

Under the severe pain, his eyes were blind and blood flowed from his mouth.

His eyes were blank, and his words were choked with sobs as he murmured: "Dad, mother..."

"It hurts..."

The young Taoist's eyes were calm.

Then it swept across violently, and half of the head was gone.

With a kick, he suddenly leaned down and spun around to slash.

A sword smashed the armor of a handsome young man into pieces.

It struck from the side of the waist, splitting his kidneys, breaking his ribs, and almost cutting him in half.

Qi Wuhuo appeared behind him and kicked him on the crook of his knee.

When the crook of the leg is hit, the body reacts instinctively.

The handsome young man kneeled down subconsciously, and then raised his head subconsciously.

A sword has been struck.

Then another head flew up.

The sword is a weapon of killing.

It is not the style of a gentle gentleman.

If fighting.

It will be tragic!

This is the power carried by the strong aura on this sword, and it is the swordsmanship of the Xuanjia Army back then.

The sword energy tore at the flowing wind, and the innate Qi attached to it, and then tore it apart violently. In just a moment, this thief-killing sword had killed almost all the thirty people in this place, either beheading them or piercing their hearts. They were all ruthless, blood flowed down, and the sound of swords used to kill thieves was shrill and shrill, just like the disaster in Jinzhou back then.

Qi Wuhuo could directly use the Taoist mystical method to complete the killing, but after using the Buddhist magical power and enlightening the heart with the heart.

A violent rage rose in his heart.

The Taoist Taoist Taoist people are ultimately humans but not Taoists.

After all, there are still seven emotions and six desires.

The last person still alive was a young man who was about the same age as Qi Wuzhuo, and he was also the one who indulged in lust and evil the most. He fell to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth, rubbed his elbows against the ground and murmured: "You, You are too cruel, you, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell, to the eighteenth level of hell..."

The young Taoist raised his sword and replied: "I'm just treating the person in his own way."

"That's all."

"If I am cruel, what will happen to you?"

The sword in the palm has been cut down, and another beheading has been carried out.

In the end, Qi Wuhuo let go of the Thieves Killing Sword. The blade of the sword was stuck upside down on the ground, whistling incessantly. He formed seals with his hands. It could be seen that many souls were rising. You could see the deepest fear in their hearts when they returned from their midnight dreams, and what they had done. Those things, killing the remnants of the soldiers, not even leaving their relatives behind.

Although his Taoist skills were not enough, with the help of Luo Yu's formation, Qi Wuhuo saw that the souls of these people were gathering.

And they seemed to finally realize something.

Realizing that this young Taoist could see their souls, when they saw the young Taoist standing in a pool of blood, with black hair, a wooden hairpin, and a Taoist robe, his eyes were as clear as water, but there was a trace of richness that could not be dissolved. The bloody traces and traces of bone-chilling chill finally made their souls seem to freeze.

The overwhelming fear crushed them.

Their souls subconsciously knelt on the ground, kowtowed and cried: "Real person!"

"Serious man, have mercy!"

"Master, please spare us. We have already died. We really know that we were wrong. We shouldn't be like this. We shouldn't be like this..."

"Please, God is kind enough to have a good life!"

The young Taoist asked: "What did you do when they begged you?"

The souls of many Hidden Dragon Guards were stiff.

With the help of the rain formation, Qi Wuhuo still sneered when he saw Zhou Nuchang's soul: "Kill him if you dare!"

"...God has the virtue of living well, and Taoism has the virtue of not killing."

The young Taoist dropped his left hand, raised his right hand and answered:

"A poor person is not a person who likes to kill."

"A poor person is not a person who does not kill."

"It's just a drink and a peck, there is a cause and a result."

"I killed you, and I also fell into this calamity. There are others who can use this cause and effect to kill me. It's no different."

He stood quietly, then swept his right hand across the fingers.

It's like there's a sword roaring in the void.

The self-enlightenment sword technique is also a calamity sword obtained from the three-point Qi machine of the Shangqing lineage.

The sword technique fell.

So every wisp of rain that enveloped became fierce in an instant, like a sword. The rain was like mist, and the mist was a sword. A wisp of rain was cut with a sword. In an instant, it was like a thousand knives cutting into pieces. When a sword pierces the heart, the rain will be thick or light, all determined by the resentment of the dead that is tainted in these souls.

The young Taoist suddenly thought of the words that his teacher taught him.

【There is no way for blessings or misfortunes, only people call for it】

Turning around, his sleeves were hanging down. His body was cold and his sleeves were full of calamity. Qi Wuhuo felt that his soul was collapsing due to being unable to withstand the sword's power, being stimulated by the sword's power, and being entangled by the resentment entangled in his body and collapsing crazily. , hearing Zhou Nuchang's painful roars and screams, as well as the desperate screams - just like the thousands of people he killed.

The young Taoist seemed to have let go of something in his heart, and his mood became peaceful.

On the sword to kill the thief, the endless hatred dissipated a little.

But still strong.

Qi Wuhuo felt something, got up and walked into the carriage.

I saw what was hidden by the money, and I saw the [scroll] that contained the destiny of humanity.

It is also a treasure that the prince cherishes deeply and refuses to leave.