The Lord who use immortals as food

Ming Qitian held on to this thin withered arm. The old man's body was as light as paper. It was hard to imagine how he had just used this body to fight with the strong dragon body in a fierce and bloody fight.

Ming Qitian poured the true energy into this body, stopping the loss of life.

Although the Qi borrowed from others is somewhat inconvenient, it can indeed be used in battle, but Yue Muzhou has no such plans now.

He took the heart-cutting glass from Ming Qitian's hand.

"Although Zen Master Zhaokong is well-known among martial arts masters, he was already an eminent monk in Buddhism before that." Yue Muzhou said slowly, the Immortal Lord was repairing his body every second, but he seemed not to He didn't care, "He first realized the state of 'Buddha takes care of me' in Buddhism, and then thought about whether he could really get the attention of Buddha if he used martial arts as a raft - of course he firmly believed that there really is a Buddha in the world. .

"He pursued this possibility almost fanatically. Maybe at a certain moment he really touched it by chance, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why a Tianlou was half crazy."

"Throughout the ages, half of the world's swordsmen are in Yunlang. If the threshold of the word 'swordsman' is raised high enough, this is really not an exaggeration - this realm that Zen Master Zhaokong painstakingly pursues, you, Yunlangshan, have long since Seniors made it possible." The old man spoke at a speed like a heavy river, very steady, "It's a pity that this senior is no longer—what did you say in Yunlang Mountain?"

"Abandon the sword."

"Yes, this is a secret sword technique that he learned after he abandoned the sword. Not to mention Zen Master Zhaokong, even Yunlang Benshan has probably never recorded this sword technique."

"Of course, this style of sword cannot be recorded in books. It can only rely on 'seeing' and 'enlightenment'." The old man said, "When I was nineteen years old, I was taught this sword by the old man, and it lasted until I was twenty-three. I can barely use half of it every time. You are better than me, so if I teach it to you today, it can be regarded as returning the sword to the mountain. It just depends on when you learn it."

Yue Muzhou walked forward, his skinny body exactly like the old trees around him: "This sword is not too powerful, but it is extremely dangerous to the user. Remember, it can only be used once a year."

At this time, the Immortal Lord finally absorbed the last trace of dragon blood, and all the broken bodies were repaired.

Yue Muzhou staggered over and said: "I hope what you said about the 'last sword' is true, little kitten. This sword may be able to hold up two more swords, but I can only use one more sword." ."

"Of course." He said, "This sword is a sure-hit sword."

The Immortal Lord didn't care what they were talking about. As soon as the injury healed, his golden eyes were locked on the pearl at the black cat's feet.

Smoke and dust rose up from under his claws, and the Immortal Lord suddenly crashed into him fiercely.

The old man staggered forward.

Immortal Lord Jin Tong was indifferent, both sides were not at their peak now, but they were just fighting one more time.

He does not have the rich emotions of humans. No matter victory or defeat, it cannot affect him. Even if he has just been defeated by Yue Muzhou, he will not lose the slightest confidence in victory - or in other words, he has no such thing as confidence at all. He has no intention of winning or losing at all. He just always goes all out to achieve his goal.

A majestic momentum suddenly rose from the old man.

He stood as straight as a pine tree, with his right arm pointed straight down and his sword held horizontally, with the tip resting on his lower back.

Some are like the official officer putting his hand on the waist knife, but it should be straighter and more solemn.

The Immortal Lord suddenly felt a kind of gaze.

A kind of gaze from the distant Qingming.

"Sense of Fate" trembled sharply, and the old man walked towards him, his swaying black clothes seemed to become an inescapable curtain.

He fell into this world and has been looking down upon everything with a lofty vision. It has nothing to do with power - even now there are many beings in the world whose power far exceeds His.

This loftiness comes from level and personality.

As a ray of consciousness cut out by Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Lord, He came to this world just like a master inspecting his pasture.

Now, for the first time, He was challenged in this capacity.

And the source of this challenge... is not unfamiliar.

He looked up and knew he was defeated.

This sword is unavoidable and unavoidable. Even with his all-seeing dragon eyes, he can't find any loopholes. Even with his fighting instinct picked from the "Tao", he can't make any block.

He became a prisoner bound to be killed, and Yue Muzhou was the executioner with the knife raised.

This sword will not be too strong. Although it is enough to cut off his body, it cannot completely obliterate him like the sword just now.

It's a pity that this sword is called Zhanxin Liuli, and his consciousness is like a candle in the wind.

The wind that hit roared past.

Yue Muzhou and He met each other, raised their swords and slashed down, and the heart-cutting glass hung down in front of him.

The Immortal Lord's body fell behind him, and the gold in the dragon's eyes slowly extinguished, finally turning into a pair of empty gray beads.

[The Sword of the Immortal’s Gaze]

He really killed Him.

It's not a defeat, it's not a kill. This sword is just like holding down the chicken's head and chopping it off.

Of course this is Zai.

This seemingly unrivaled sky tower that overwhelms the city, His body is now lying here.

Everything became quiet, the bright autumn sky, the thick leaves in the mountains, and the gentle wind blowing over everyone's heads and faces.

Pei Ye witnessed this complete sword strike.

When he walked out of the forest, he saw the sword returning to the old man's hand.

Pei Ye rushed over, supported the shaky old man, and said with bated breath: "Grandpa Yue——"

When he lowered his head and saw the large blood stains on the black clothes, his heart suddenly became cold.

Yue Muzhou smiled in a low voice: "It's okay, find a place for me to sit."

Pei Ye helped him to lean against a tree, and the old man took a deep breath.

Turning around and seeing the young man's stiff expression and body, the old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, you have a lot of energy and you can live for a long time."

Pei Ye pursed her lips and said nothing.

He turned around and saw that the black cat was coming over with the bead in its mouth, while Ming Qitian was still looking at Xianjun's body in a daze, as if the sword just now was still in his field of vision.

Being able to enter the realm of enlightenment that practitioners strive for anytime and anywhere is also a privilege brought by "Mingjing Bingjian".

"Girl." Yue Muzhou weakly interrupted this realization, "Whenever you remember it in the future, you can realize it again anytime."

Ming Qitian woke up with a start, turned around and walked over quickly, squatting down in front of Yue Muzhou.

"senior."

"There is something that needs to be made clear earlier." Yue Muzhou said, "Xiaoye doesn't have a Dantian seed, this -"

Yue Muzhou pointed to the pearl: "I want to give it to him."

Pei Ye said anxiously: "You can still use it!"

Yue Muzhou shook his head: "Every time it wakes up, there must be a new host."

"..."

"Okay." Ming Qitian nodded.

In the morning, the old man said that he wanted to teach her this sword, and he wanted to ask her for something.

But in fact, even if you don't teach, since "Zhenlu" already has an owner, it is natural for the owner to decide where to go, and she will not snatch it away.

What's more, now it's the old man who has turned the tide and saved everyone.

"But," continued the old man, his expression becoming serious, "I want you to bear this reputation."

Ming Qitian was stunned for a moment and understood what the old man meant.