The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

At this moment, the entire poisonous fog swamp appeared in Li Fengdu's inner world as a ghostly image, and the scope of this map was still expanding.

It was a simplified map, but a map that Li Fengdu used his own knowledge of the poisonous fog swamp to forcibly portray in the world of his mind.

But at this moment, there are countless white dots rising on this map, densely packed, tens of thousands, and these white dots are moving.

"The mind is a picture, and thousands of poisonous snakes are the guide. As long as one of the poisonous snakes finds you, your coordinates will be instantly locked by me. I see how you escape!"

Li Fengdu said as if he was holding a winning ticket at this moment.

It turned out that the whistle sound that Li Fengdu had just blown was the Yellow Springs Poison Sect’s contemplative technique. It was a means of specifically controlling and communicating poisons. This method did not belong to the scope of martial arts, but was a witchcraft.

With the help of contemplation, Li Feng attracted thousands of poisonous snakes. After communicating and commanding, he split his own Martial Dao breath instantly and spread it out.

As a result, every breath is entrenched on every poisonous snake, and then through my natural induction of my Martial Dao breath and the world of mind to observe the changes of these breaths.

Once one of the venomous snakes finds an extraordinary figure, that venomous snake will die on its own under Li Fengdu's original order.

In this way, the death of the poisonous snake will inevitably cause the aura left by Li Fengdu on the poisonous snake to dissipate. In this way, a certain white spot on the map in the world of Li Fengdu's mind and mind will disappear.

Then, Li Fengdu can roughly judge Bu Feihua's position from the disappearing white spot almost instantly. Once the location is determined, just a little bit of searching, Bu Feihua will be doomed!

Time passed slowly, like a drop of water falling into the funnel, one drop per second.

Li Feng, whose eyes were closed at the Lotus Position, suddenly shook his body, but he saw a white spot on the map disappeared.

"Sure enough, was it discovered?"

Li Feng laughed, but he didn't immediately pursue him, but sank down and continued to observe.

Then, several white spots disappeared.

Li Fengdu finally stood up.

"From the point of view of the position and speed at which the white dot disappears, the target is clearly moving rapidly. In this direction, are you fleeing to the northwest?"

A grim smile appeared at the corner of Li Fengdu's mouth. No one is more familiar with the Poison Swamp than the Yellow Springs Poison Sect.

Perhaps it is easy for outsiders to lose their way to the miasma of the Poisonous Swamp, but the people of the Yellow Springs Poison Sect are not, let alone Li Fengdu, the honorable Elder.

Even with his eyes closed, Li Feng could accurately find every position of the poisonous fog swamp.

After the location and direction of Bu Jiao Huan were determined, Li Feng immediately rose from the ground, his body exploded like a magic cloud, carrying a billowing black air into the sky.

But judging from where he went, it was not the place where the white spot disappeared in his mind world.

"The old man will stop you in the direction you are going ahead. At that time, the old man will have to see what your expression is. It seems that the old man is looking forward to your appearance at that moment, Jie Jie... Jie Jie!"

The reference objects on both sides retreated rapidly, and the pace was as fast as lightning, like a galloping speed. Not only did he maintain his speed, but his expression was very focused on the underground terrain.

After constantly avoiding hidden swamps and underground dangers, the extraordinary speed of the stepping is unabated, bouncing up without stopping, and galloping with the help of powerful speed inertia.

Half an hour later, Bu Feihua appeared in a stone forest.

The rocks are densely covered here, and the rocks are inserted into the ground like a sword, sharp as a knife.

This is like a maze, where the steps are constantly scurrying.

The soles of the feet stepped on the ground, cracking the ground, but it was not the soft silt like other places, but hard as iron, and the terrain here was very special.

After looking at it a little, Bu Feihua shot directly inside and fell into the shadow of a huge boulder.

He paused there. At this moment, sweat was secreted from his forehead, and his breathing was slightly short, but it was caused by a long and exhausting journey.

"It should be out of danger for the time being..."

Bu Feihua relaxed slightly, looked around, not too dirty, and sat down directly on the Lotus Position in the shadow of the rock.

His hands are pinched, it is a handprint of a sword tactic.

After a short time, a thin mist rose from his head ascending, and the mist changed, sometimes ethereal, sometimes condensed into a human shape, sometimes spread out, and sometimes condensed into a sword shadow.

Repeat this process again and again.

At the same time, Bu Bianzhu's eyes were half open and half closed. Deep in the half-open pupil, a phantom of Sword Qi overflowed slowly, and a Daoist shadow appeared in the other eye.

The left eye is one person, the right eye is a sword, and one person and one sword are condensed in the pupils.

This was a sign that Bufei was running the internal power of the Emperor Sword Art. The use of the sword art from the sky, coupled with the constant rush, Bufei's Internal Energy consumption was too large, and Internal Energy was no longer sustainable.

At this moment, he was meditating in the Lotus Position, but he was recovering Internal Energy through the Emperor Sword Art.

At the same time, his mind was cold, and a cold mercury-like breath penetrated through his mind, making his brain more calm and clear.

The spirit of the Supreme Sword Art Sword Qi circling around the Zifu Lingtai, constantly shining on the acupoint(s), shining the bright light of the Niwan Palace.

The Sword Qi of Taishang Xiu Jian Jue is obscure, and there is no need to talk about it yet.

But the Emperor Sword Art may be due to being too domineering, even if Bu Feihua had already tried his best to shrink the overflow of Internal Energy, there was still a trace of the special swordsmanship aura that belonged to the Emperor Sword Art had leaked out.

Bu Feifei thought it was not a big deal, even if he had the intention to constrain, but he didn't care too much.

Above the poisonous mist swamp, a blade-shaped air current rushed through the space, but when passing through the stone forest below, the blade-shaped air current suddenly stopped.

Then there was a soft voice.

"Huh, Sword Qi?"

As a sword master, Sword Qi is extremely sensitive, because the sword is an old enemy. The two are naturally mutually restrained and innately compatible. They are two extremely similar, but embarked on two roads with their own extremes.

"It's that kid!"

The blade-shaped air flow dissipated, slowly revealing a figure in the air, descending straight down.

The figure's falling speed is very busy, it seems because of uncertainty, and at the same time it seems to be sensing the specific direction of that thread of Sword Qi.

After a while, the Practitioner who controlled the sword energy suddenly speeded up, as if he had locked the position of the Sword Qi, and suddenly turned into a sword light and blasted into the earth heavily.

Through the clouds and cracking the rocks, the stone broke the sky, and the entire Shilin suddenly changed, causing a monstrous loud noise.

Bu Feihua immediately shook his body and quickly dissipated his skills. He stood up from the Lotus Position, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked in front of the sound, but saw the gravel splashing, and a burly figure came slowly.

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