Nine Heavens

Chapter 1533 Dragon Soul Ghost

After Xiaojian flew into the waterfall falling down from the sky, he found that there are caves inside and outside the waterfall. Inside the waterfall is a natural and quiet cave. , was very friendly to himself, greeted himself, picked fruit on the towering ancient tree and threw it at himself.

"Ha ha."

Xiaojian was suddenly very happy, and controlled the sword of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sword to shuttle through the huge waterfall and spray, taste the fairy fruits and vegetables, amuse the thousands of spirit beasts around, and laugh loudly. the taste of.

The spirit monkeys, spirit beasts, and birds in the sky here are also somewhat of good fortune, and not long ago, Liu Qianlang entrusted Lingshan to uphold the spirit, and absorbed some of the spiritual spirit of Lingshan, and their strength is as high as that of the world. Terraced immortal monks are comparable.

Xiaojian's Nine Heavens Fate Sword Spirit Sword, they can even stop. At this moment, a clever squirrel found that it was fun for Xiaojian to fly freely on Nine Heavens Fate Sword Spirit Sword, so he jumped on the Nine Heavens Fate Sword Spirit Sword. The sword of the spirit of Tianxian Yuanjian is above Jianhong.

"Squeak—"

Xiao Jian saw that the little squirrel under his feet was covered in reddish-brown fur, his black eyes were shining brightly, and he was holding a fairy peach in his two front paws and was gnawing on his chubby mouth. Like a sword, his appearance is funny and super cute, and Xiao Jian likes it very much.

So Xiaojian didn't chase him away, and let him jump around and wink. I only care about flying happily, skimming the clouds with my left hand, and catching waterfalls and waves with my right hand.

As soon as the surrounding spirit beasts saw a new master, and they had a good temper, they flocked from all directions. In an instant, the spirit sword of Nine Heavens Immortal Sword became the sword of travel. In front of and behind him, many bold and curious spirit beasts, spirit birds, and spirit butterflies flew or leaped from his head and shoulders.

"Ha ha."

"Will--"

"Squeak—"

"hey-hey--"

There is a saying that those who are capable are kings, and all kinds of spirits, beasts, birds, and butterflies, seeing Xiaojian is handsome and charming, and has the ability to soar into the sky and into waterfalls, can't help but compliment him one after another. Those who offer flowers, fruits, and treasures, For a while, Xiaojian was so beautiful. He had long forgotten his master Liu Qianlang, who was tens of thousands of miles away.

In this way, Xiaojian played with these spirit beasts, spirit birds, spirit butterflies, etc. for a long time, and suddenly the laughter of these spirit creatures stopped abruptly, and they all stared in horror at a person tens of thousands of miles away from the waterfall mountain. place.

"Hee hee! What's the matter with you, why don't you move?"

Xiaojian has been immersed in happiness, and the sudden actions of the partners he met temporarily made him inexplicable, so he couldn't help temporarily stopping the spirit sword of Jiutianxianyuanjian, and asked in surprise.

"It's not good, run away! The ghost from hell has appeared again!"

Suddenly, a spirit monkey dropped the spirit peach in his hand, ran away, and jumped onto a towering ancient tree along the sword rainbow. In a blink of an eye, only the sound of its wailing and fear was heard, and it disappeared.

All the other spirit beasts, spirit birds, and spirit butterflies also woke up suddenly, screaming and running away. When Xiaojian looked into the distance following their realization, there was only him alone left on the spiritual sword of Jiutianxianyuanjian.

"A ghost from hell?"

Xiaojian felt amused, because he knew best that this area was a hell, and now it has been turned into a beautiful high-level secret realm by the master Zhengling, so there are no ghosts from hell!

Xiaojian thinks that the spirit beasts and birds around him are ignorant and ignorant. They must be used to being bullied by hell in the past, and they have a mentality of being a bit of a ghost. But I didn't have it, the color of the smile on my face didn't go away, and the rainbow instinctively swept towards the direction of the master.

"Um?"

Seeing this, Xiao Jian's smiling face suddenly froze, and he saw the figure of the master sitting cross-legged suddenly. It was originally a scene of pure white light gushing like a sea, surrounded by tens of thousands of faint blue cultivating azimuths and dragon guardians. At this moment, all the more than ten thousand Youlan cultivation dragons disappeared, and the master's figure exploded like a giant mountain in the clouds.

The waves of pure white aura outside him are being swallowed by the majestic black, dazzling purple, blood red, miserable green, earthy yellow, cold green, etc., which are constantly gushing out from his body. Moreover, the master's handsome and resolute face is constantly distorted, becoming more and more ferocious.

"Aww—"

"Oh ha ha ha."

After the tea cup kung fu, the master let out an extremely violent and evil roar, then stood up suddenly, laughing wildly.

"Run away! The devil from hell is coming!"

"Small sword! If you don't run away, the demons of hell will eat you!"

On the ground hundreds of feet below the little sword, all the spirit beasts, as well as the birds above their heads, were whimpering and shouting, desperately fleeing for their lives, the little squirrel who was the first to jump on the spirit of the Nine Heavens Fate Sword just now was in a panic. When he was at a loss, he suddenly appeared again, reminded Xiaojian loudly, and then disappeared.

Xiaojian stood dumbly, and naturally he would not run away, because no matter what the other party turned into, he was his master after all.

"Thank you, little squirrel."

Xiaojian burst into tears, recalling the kind eyes of the little squirrel just now, and said silently in his heart. If the master really did this, the little sword is the spiritual sword of Liu Qianlang's unity of mind and mind, with a little experience, one can guess what the master is doing.

Xiaojian cried, not because he was sad because he saw his master demonized and lost his righteous master, but because he was sad because of the pain the master suffered.

Xiaojian knew in his heart that if an upright monk like his master took the initiative to alienate and become a demon, the pain of turning his body and soul would be indescribable.

Moreover, the pain of this transformation will continue to intensify with the master's bloodthirsty. From then on, as long as the master is alive, the pain will never end.

Looking at the constantly alienated master, Xiaojian recalled everything he had experienced in his germinated dream, not knowing whether the rumors he had sensed in his germinated dream were true.

Legend has it that monks who embark on the path of soul cultivating can only stick to one spiritual direction in their lives, whether it is human, or spirit, or immortal, or demon, or demon, or god. Otherwise, once the soul is transformed, it will suffer from double pain and torture.

In this way, the sufferings of the seventy-nine levels of hell that the master will destroy and the remaining seventy-seven levels of hell will be transferred to the master with the destruction of the master.

Destroy one level of hell, and it will be painful to add another level, unless you give up and self-destruct. Since the master made such a choice, he obviously would not give up the task of destroying the seventy-seven forty-nine layers of hell. I hope this is just a legend. Xiaojian felt a great distress in his heart when he saw his master submerged in the vast mist of evil smoke and monsters.

Just thinking for a moment, then resolutely flew towards the master.

"You don't want to die! Xiaojian——"

On the towering ancient trees, some hidden spirit beasts and spirit birds reminded Xiaojian in a low voice.