Moonlight!

At that moment, the dreamy brilliance of the broken blade bursting into the galaxy spread out, and the blade was like a moon, rising from the galaxy.

The artistic conception was hazy, but as soon as it appeared, all the resentful spirits nearby dissipated in an instant, like snow dissolving in water, and the picture was breathtaking.

This is definitely one of the strongest means currently displayed by Lin Xun. It assists the power of Broken Blade and interprets the power of the "moon capture style" to a whole new level.

Sacred, ethereal, but indestructible!

However, that cold and demonic lotus flower, overflowing with black luster, like breathing, ignored the blow and landed on the broken blade.

Gentle, graceful, with an intimidating, demonic aura.

Lin Xun only felt his hand sink, it felt as if he was being pressed against the broken blade by a sacred mountain. The terrifying force pressed his muscles and bones to make an overwhelmed rubbing sound, the blood flowed back, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost coughed up blood.

boom!

The strange black lotus flower bloomed on the broken blade, and the petals were crystal clear, like the night of the eternal night, dark and cold, and the breath released almost made people fall into it.

A daze appeared in Lin Xun's eyes, and his mind was about to fall. The power of the lotus was too strange and powerful, and it permeated the broken blade, making it difficult for Lin Xun to resist.

In a trance, Lin Xun saw that in the depths of the army of resentful spirits, there was a black skull suspended in a ghost fire.

What is shocking is that on the skull, there is a figure sitting cross-legged on it, wearing a broken blood-colored cassock, holding a broken and mottled white bone rosary, like a Buddha, but it looks strange and incomparable.

On the top of his smooth head, a blooming black lotus flower was imprinted, as if it was alive, filled with a world-shattering and demonic luster!

His eyes were closed, and he remained motionless. The blood-colored cassock was broken, as if he had passed away, but it gave people a terrifying power like the ruler of hell.

Who is this?

Lin Xun's heart was turbulent, his consciousness was in a trance, he thought he had hallucinations.

In the army of resentful spirits, there is a terrifying figure like a Buddha, wearing a blood-stained cassock and holding a white bone rosary.

A demonic lotus is branded on the top of his head, and he sits cross-legged on a black skull!

This picture is too intimidating, full of strange and eerie aura.

Lin Xun felt that he was about to sink, and he was about to lose his support. The power of the black lotus on the broken blade was spreading, making him feel like he was imprisoned and oppressed, as if he was entering death.

How could this be?

In this army of resentful spirits, apart from a king wearing a crown, how could there be such a strange Buddha?

Who is he?

Is he also a king?

Otherwise, how could the power be so terrifying, so desperate, and unable to resist...

Lin Xun felt that his consciousness became more and more blurred, his vision became illusory, and the strong breath of dangerous death made him tremble all over.

hum!

At this moment, he broke the blade in his hand and uttered a world-shattering clear chant, like a grand Taoist sound, and the dazzling star transpired like a flame, igniting the black lotus flower stuck to the broken blade. Burn it up!

Suddenly, Lin Xun was shocked, feeling like he broke the shackles that imprisoned himself, and his hazy consciousness suddenly woke up.

Only then did he see that on the palm breaking blade, a never-before-seen Dao pattern symbol appeared. Although it was dense, it was obviously incomplete and vague, and it was not complete.

But even so, the appearance of the Dao pattern symbol gave Broken Blade an indescribable unique power, and it burned that monster black lotus in an instant!

Suddenly, a startled sound rang out.

I saw the figure of the Buddha sitting cross-legged on the black skull in the depths of the army of resentful spirits.

However, what is terrifying is that his eyes are empty, and there are no eyes, like a pair of abyss leading to hell, still bleeding...

The scene was so bizarre and terrifying that it made Lin Xun suffocate his breath, his scalp was numb, and although he had no pupils, when he "looked" over, it made Lin Xun feel as if he was being stared at by an ancient demon, and his whole body was covered in numbness. Drenched in cold sweat, he couldn't even move a finger.

On the broken blade in his hand, the mysterious and incomplete Dao pattern disappeared, and it fell into silence, which couldn't help Lin Xun at all.

Lin Xun once confronted "Shui Qianshan", a king of life and death from the Shuiman lineage, and it was the same at that time, feeling an unprecedented horror.

But he can still keenly perceive that compared to Shui Qianshan, the figure of the Buddha with a strange and imposing aura looks even more terrifying!

"It's him……"

A dry, low voice sounded, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, making the voice vague and obscure.

Lin Xun's heart was beating violently, the figure of the Buddha was talking!

Just, who is this "he"?

Lin Xun could see that the Buddha's eyes, which were as empty as the abyss of hell, were not looking at himself, but the broken blade in his hand!

Could it be that this "he" is "it" and is referring to Broken Blade?

"The boundless years have passed, and he is already dead..."

Suddenly, another voice sounded. The voice was clear and cold, with a biting chill. Lin Xun's eardrums almost burst open.

It was just a voice, and it was not aimed at Lin Xun, but it caused Lin Xun's heart to suffer!

Vaguely, Lin Xun saw a graceful figure, which made him feel a familiar aura, and then suddenly remembered that they had seen a corpse floating on the sea on the road not long ago.

The corpse belonged to the powerhouse of the ancient three-eyed spirit clan, and it was full of resentful spirits, and Lin Xun had inadvertently caught a glimpse of a graceful figure appearing, and then disappeared in an instant.

At that time, Lin Xun thought it was an illusion, but at this time, he saw the graceful figure again, standing next to the Buddha figure!

However, the figure was shrouded in an obscure gray luster, like an illusion, and it was impossible to see its appearance at all.

"It's him!"

The Buddha's figure seemed a little unwilling, and his voice was full of anger.

The graceful figure was silent, and after a long time he said, "Let's go, we are all wrong..."

There was an infinite sense of sadness and loneliness in his voice.

"wrong?"

The Buddha figure let out a sigh, and his empty eye sockets no longer "looked" at Lin Xun's broken blade, and closed again.

Afterwards, whether it was the shadowy figure or the figure of the Buddha, it disappeared in an instant, like a phantom bubble.

And Lin Xun only felt relieved for a while, as if he had gained a new life, all the depression and oppression in his mind disappeared.

Looking at the army of resentful spirits again, he could not perceive anything, as if he had experienced a strange nightmare just now, and the figure of Buddha and graceful figure never existed at all.

Lin Xun's face was pale and his body was soaked in cold sweat. He could be sure that it was definitely not a fantasy, but a real thing!

Until now, he could not forget the strange figure of the Buddha, the empty eye sockets, the black skull, the blood-stained cassock, the mottled white bone rosary, and the enchanting black lotus pattern on the top of his head...

And that graceful figure is even more mysterious, and the whole body is enveloped by the dark air, and it is impossible to peep at its face...

who are they?

Why did it appear and then disappear?

Lin Xun was in a trance.

kill!

It's just that soon, he can't care about this, the army of resentful spirits is killing the sky and covering the earth, aggressive and terrifying.

Ke Lin Xun had lost his fighting spirit, his figure flickered, and he began to approach the treasure ship.

Everything he encountered today was too strange and unpredictable, and he needed to calm down completely.

...

...

This sea area is boiling, and the murderous aura disturbs the situation.

Near the treasure ship, Xiao Ran, Yun Che, Su Xingfeng, Zhao Jingxuan, they were still fighting, and it was extremely tragic.

woohoo~~

It just didn't take long for a low, deep, cold horn sounded, it was like an order, and the overwhelming army of resentful spirits began to recede like a tide.

The army was withdrawn!

Zhao Jingxuan and the others were all stunned, and they were relieved immediately. By this time, they were all wounded more or less, and they couldn't hide their exhaustion on their brows.

As for their squires, the damage was a bit heavy, and half of them fell, dying tragically in the battle just now.

Even those who didn't die were seriously injured, bleeding all over, and sent to the treasure ship.

"Junior Sister Zhao, it seems that the squire next to you has been robbed." Suddenly, Su Xingfeng spoke, with a playful expression on his face, he glanced at Zhao Jingxuan.

Everyone else was stunned. I didn't expect that at this time, Su Xingfeng would care about a servant next to Zhao Jingxuan.

Immediately, they looked thoughtful, as if they had guessed something.

"Senior Brother Su, are you joking at me?"

Zhao Jingxuan frowned, there was a hint of anger in his voice, and he lost the calmness and ease of the past.

She was anxious. In the battle just now, she saw with her own eyes that Lin Xun was attacked by a powerful resentful spirit, but at that time she was also entangled by the enemy and was unable to help.

Never thought, in a blink of an eye, Lin Xun disappeared.

Until this time, the enemy army had retreated, but Lin Xun was the only one missing. How could Zhao Jingxuan not be worried?

Others regard Lin Xun as a squire, but she knows very well that Lin Xun's identity is extremely special, and it is not comparable to a squire. If he is robbed, Zhao Jingxuan will definitely feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"Okay, let's all return to the treasure ship first. The most urgent task is to wait for Elder Gao Yang to return."

Xiao Ran spoke softly. Although his words were not powerful, the others did not dare to refute them.

And when it comes to Elder Gao Yang, their hearts are all tight. In the battle just now, Elder Gao Yang held the Myriad Animal Stove and faced off against a Wraith King. I don't know if Elder Gao Yang will be able to return safely in this battle...

This made their minds heavy, the vast sea of ​​annihilation, countless dangers, and heavy calamities. If there are no masters at the level of Elder Gao Yang, it will be troublesome.

"Hey, Senior Sister Zhao, look there, your squire is still alive."

Suddenly, Wenxiang, a boy in Caiyi, pointed to the distance and made a sound.

Zhao Jingxuan was shocked, and when he looked out, he saw a slender and handsome figure swept over on the sea covered with black mist. If you look closely, isn't that Lin Xun?

All of a sudden, Zhao Jingxuan's eyes became bright and full of joy, and his inner worries and guilt were swept away.

Su Xingfeng was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed imperceptibly, trapped in the depths of the enemy army, how could this little cultivator from the lower realms come back alive?

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ps: Blind monk and fog girl, important roles in the future~ Let me lay the groundwork here, and finally, continue to call for guaranteed monthly tickets! On the first day of the beginning of the month, it is urgently needed~~