The Wheel-Turning Master

After a long time, the moon was in the sky.

Mu Zhen sat cross-legged without moving, only to feel that the burden on her body was heavier, and the knife intention in her body became more and more vigorous, as if it was grinding flesh, blood, muscles and bones into dust.

The copper bowl in his hand was dull and dull. This object could block the self-destruction power of the golden elixir, but it slowly wore away under the endless will of destruction, making it difficult to protect himself.

"How long will it take to recover?" Mu Zhen was heartbroken, her face was bleeding, but she hid her expression of pain.

Mu Zhen's oil ran out, and Yin Yan felt even worse. He had to rely on his strength to persist until now.

Now under the strong sword intent on the top of the mountain, it is already a candle in the wind, as if it will turn into dust and go away with the wind.

The two of them looked straight in front of them. The fog was still there a hundred steps away, but it seemed mysterious.

Yin Yan found that his consciousness could not penetrate the mist and could not see what was going on inside. It's like a barrier has been erected, and one doesn't know whether it is a barren land where the great road does not exist under the mist, or it is mysterious in itself, isolating all things.

For a moment, Yin Yan felt a little unconfident. He was too seriously injured and suppressed here, so it was difficult for his spiritual consciousness to go far. This was because Lin Zhuanlun's mist was too strong or he was too weak to spy.

Mu Zhen was much stronger. Although she was also suppressed here, her injuries were less serious than Yin Yan's, and her knowledge was extraordinary. When she saw the mist this time, she didn't say anything, she just watched helplessly.

The two of them stayed up quietly from dusk to midnight, only hearing the sound of waves from time to time in the mist, and faintly seeing the light of stars. Under the subtle chirping of cicadas, flying knives streaked across the edge of the mist from time to time.

"Junior Sister Mu, this mist should be Lin Zhuanlun's natural evolution. I don't know where it comes from?" Yin Yan was in a dilemma and had no power to resist. At this moment, she finally couldn't bear it and asked.

"Why do I have to tell you?" Mu Zhen touched the copper bowl and said angrily.

"Oh, I've examined countless artifacts, but I've never seen this kind of fog. It's not mist along the river or miasma in the forest, but it has a rather desolate meaning. You must not know about it either!" Yin Yan said.

Mu Zhen would not be offended by him and was too lazy to speak.

"Four hours have passed, and Junior Brother Zhuanlun has made no progress. He wants to calm down the sword's intention, but it's really like a fly shaking the tree. I'm afraid he is blowing big words." Yin Yan said again.

"Even if the power left behind by the great power is only ten thousand, it will take ten days and ten years to eliminate even a tiny bit. Even if you, the Lord of Jiuzhe Mountain, are here, you still have to boast!" Mu Zhen still didn't say anything. good temper.

Yin Yan smiled squeakingly, "You two are indeed unique heroes, but it is difficult to shake the mountain after all. I am lucky enough to die in the same place as the two of them, and the friendship of pursuing the Tao on the same journey is not in vain!"

Hearing this, Mu Zhen turned around, wiped the blood on her face, and said with a smile, "Do you know why I admire your desire to seek truth?"

"Why?" Yin Yan asked with a smile.

"Because I can't be as cruel as you, to others and even more cruel to yourself."

Mu Zhen shook her head slightly and sighed: "Every time I encounter a desperate situation, I will think that I still have a way out, so I lack the determination to move forward and fight to the death."

"Now that the sky is far away, Lin Zhuanlun has no way out, and so do you!" Yin Yan grinned, his single eye looking even more sinister.

"Lin Zhuanlun is seeking the opportunity of the great road. He knows death but is not afraid of death. He really has no retreat." Mu Zhen suddenly smiled and said: "But I am not the same. I always have a retreat. Even Taoist Lihuo can't break it. I can also break the situation."

When Yin Yan heard this, he stared at Mu Zhen and realized that the woman didn't seem to be telling lies.

"Relying on the power of your ancestors is not a hero!" Yin Yan said.

"I'm not a hero." Mu Zhen smiled.

The two stared at each other for a while, then went to look at Lin Zhuanlun.

The mist is so thick that I can't hear the sound of Lin Chuanlun. However, the fog has not dissipated and is slowly expanding, which shows that Lin Zhuanlun is not seriously injured.

When it got daylight again, there was still no change.

Yin Yan was lying on the ground, her one eye opening and closing for a while, as if she couldn't hold on, and her life was not going to be long.

"One night has passed, and Lin Zhuanlun is motionless. He must be in trouble." Yin Yan did not forget to squeeze Mu Zhen.

"Haha, people who sit in a well and watch the sky." Mu Zhen was very disdainful, but she didn't know what to do, but it must be a good thing that nothing happened.

"I have spent all my energy on teasing ignorant women!" Mu Zhen cursed secretly in her heart, took out a bracelet and put it on, touching it painfully.

At this moment, Lin Bai was sitting cross-legged and had a headache.

Although the idea of ​​​​containing the sword's intention in the gourd is good, it is extremely difficult.

According to what Sister Zhen said, the intention of this sword should be that a certain powerful person used all his strength, or even burned his longevity and cultivation to condense such a vast intention of destruction. It seemed to be able to cut off the long river of time and split thousands of miles of galaxies.

Although the power is now gone, its destructive intent still comes from that great power and cannot be easily grasped by a small golden elixir.

Lin Bai didn't know how to suppress the sword's intention, but since Taoist Wuxiang had a way to suppress the sword's intention, he naturally had to imitate it.

The mysterious gourd in his hand was inherited from Taoist Wuxiang, and Lin Bai was taught the Dharma by Taoist Wuxiang, so he had this confidence.

However, Lin Bai had to bear a heavy burden during this period, and was devastated both internally and externally by the knife. Although he practiced it calmly, he made little progress.

Moreover, this endless intention of destruction was very free. No matter what Lin Bai did, he could not catch a single point or a cent.

I can feel the knife's intention crisscrossing here, but I can't touch it, let alone introduce it into the gourd or attach it to the flying knife.

Lin Bai also thought of other ways, such as comprehending the sword intent, imitating the method of comprehending Chen Tianren's handwriting in the past. However, the great power left behind, and it would not be effective in a short time, or even ten or a hundred years.

"No matter what, I have to try again."

After resting for a while, Lin Bai closed his eyes again.

His body and mind were calm, and he was connected with the Xuan Gourd.

The mist surrounded him, as if it was a world of its own. The sword intent remained, but it seemed to have lost its direction.

I saw stars around Lin Bai, and then it flowed like a galaxy. A shadow appeared behind him, and the long river pushed the stone plate, attracting the faint sound of cicadas.

"Failed again!"

After a while, Lin Bai opened his eyes and looked at the gourd.

Lin Bai imitated the Taoist Wuxiang, first moving the blade, wrapping the scattered sword intent and moving it towards the Xuan Gourd, then sweeping away time, reducing the power of the sword intent, and then connecting his heart to the Xuan Gourd to make it absorb all the sword intent.

However, what the great power left behind was really mysterious. The trace of destruction seemed to last forever, but it was unpredictable. It seemed to be able to cross the galaxy and travel through time, let alone containment.

After being in a daze for a while, Lin Bai looked at the two stone statues under the plum tree.

The faces of the stone statues were blurred. Only the outlines could be vaguely seen. One of them should be a woman, and the other should be an old man.

If it was a woman, she would most likely be the Master of Wuxiang Dao. Who was the old man? A friend?

Lin Bai looked at the old man carefully, but felt even more confused. It seemed that the man was extremely tall, even standing between heaven and earth, but also seemed as small as an ant.

"It's definitely not the people on the three stone benches in Wuxiang Tomb!"

Lin Bai emptied his mind and looked at the chess game between the two stone statues.

The body of a Jindan cultivator can be clearly seen from more than ten feet away, but it is still not clear.

Even the black and white pieces on the chessboard cannot be seen.

"Maybe Jiang Xingchi has a way. His destiny is a chessboard... I don't know what happened to Jiang girl. Without my help, she will grow up or become smaller..."

Without a way, Lin Bai didn't force it, and could only smack his lips. However, he felt even more lucky in his heart, and the thing he wanted was on the chessboard.

And the stone tablet on his chest became warmer, as if it was summoned.

Lin Bai thought about the way to break the situation for a while, but still had no clue.

"Song Qing died after hearing the Tao, and the opportunity I wanted is right in front of me. Do I have to follow in his footsteps?"

Suddenly, it seemed that he was back on the Golden Turtle Island.

"Song Qing went from victory to decline in the blink of an eye. However, he suffered hardships all the way, and when he encountered life and death, he saw the pill tribulation, and felt powerless to turn the tide, and finally realized the truth..."

"Now I am carrying a heavy burden and being destroyed by the sword intent, unable to move forward or backward. Am I like Brother Song, with premature gray hair, no cultivation, and powerless?"

Lin Bai sighed for a while, and found that if he put himself in Song Qing's position, and did not practice the time method like the dead wood cicada, it would be really difficult to break the situation.

"The only way is to be careful and strangle the disaster in the cradle. He lost his stability and failed because of his self-confidence and arrogance. I also have to cross the river with him."

"Now that I am carrying the sword intent, I will be wiped out..."

For a moment, Lin Bai understood: since the sword intent here is difficult to understand and even more difficult to move, but the sword intent in the body is piercing, condensed and cannot be dispersed, isn't it confined to one place?

Thinking of this, his mind moved slightly, and the flying knives that were hovering in the mist turned their blades and headed towards Lin Bai.

At this moment, there was no intact part of Lin Bai's body, his internal organs were exposed, his flesh and blood were stuck to his bones, and all of them were cracked.

Each flying knife did not contain any burning fire, but each one had a pure meaning.

Then all the flying knives came towards Lin Bai, piercing his bones, flesh and internal organs.

Lin Bai always stabbed others with flying knives, but this time he personally tasted the pain of the flying knives.

"With so many flying knives, I can't block them even if I let them! What's more, the flying knives form a formation!"

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, then closed his eyes.

There was no need to figure out where the knife intent was in his body, anyway, it was everywhere.

The flying knives that penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood were slowly worn away by the knife intent, along with the sticky flesh and blood.

Stars appeared around Lin Bai, like a galaxy, and he was like a fish, drifting to the other side.

Then his whole body was shrouded in a shadow, and the long river pushed the stone plate to rotate.

For a moment, Lin Bai's body was covered with blood.

"Collect!"

With a loud shout, the flying knife trembled, then left the body, passed through the vast starry river, swept through the long river of time, and finally returned to the black gourd.

After taking a breath, Lin Bai felt that although the feeling of carrying a heavy load was still there, and the knife wound on his body was very serious, the sense of destruction left in his body had actually been reduced by half.

Looking at the gourd again, it shook slightly, and then returned to tranquility.

The spiritual consciousness was connected to the gourd, and he felt that the flying knife returned to its position, and the sense of destruction had been incorporated into the black gourd.

The black gourd was a world of its own. Lin Bai's mind moved slightly, and with a little guidance, the knife intent left the flying knife and hid somewhere else.

Seeing that the method of using his body as a prison worked, Lin Bai quickly swallowed the Jade Dew Pill and planned to recover a little.

After waiting for a while, the endless sense of destruction on the top of the mountain reached him again.

Lin Bai didn't think about it, the flying knife came out of the black gourd, and it was as bright as new.

The body was a prison, the flying knife entered the body, the supernatural power was a bridge, and the knife intent was collected.

Yin Yan and Mu Zhen were outside the fog, and they didn't know the details inside the fog, and they couldn't spy on it. At this moment, the two of them were getting weaker and looked like they were waiting to die.

"It's past noon, and another half day." Yin Yan lay on the ground, opened his one eye, glanced at Mu Zhen, and then looked at the fog again.

Mu Zhen was covered in bloody clothes, but there was little blood flowing out, as if it was about to run out.

Mu Zhen turned around, pressed the bracelet on her wrist, with a smile on her face, and asked, "Are you unable to bear it anymore and want to die in front of him?"

"Haha, you don't know what's going on in your heart, right?" Yin Yan gritted his teeth and said, "I only see how long Lin Zhuanlun can resist. When he dies, the anger in my heart will be gone. Naturally, he will die." He will be willing to do so later!”

Mu Zhen ignored him.

After a while, there seemed to be the sound of flying knives entering the body in the mist.

"Could it be that his will has been destroyed by the heavy pressure here and he wants to kill himself?" Yin Yan smiled.

Mu Zhen frowned and wanted to scold Yin Yan, but she couldn't help but said loudly: "Lin Zhuanlun?"

"Haha, you're panicking!" Yin Yan wanted to laugh, but couldn't find a way to do it.

Mu Zhen stood up, holding the copper basin in her hand, and was about to step forward when she suddenly frowned.

After feeling it for a while, Mu Zhen realized that although the sword intent in his body was strong, it no longer increased.

Seeing this situation, Mu Zhen guessed that Lin Zhuanlun had made some progress, so she didn't want to rescue him and continued to sit down and wait.

After two hours, Mu Zhen could clearly feel that the endless sword intent entrenched on the top of the mountain seemed to gradually thin out and flow into the mist.

There seemed to be a whirlpool in the fog, and I didn't know why.

"The meaning of destruction is just the hard work of spring wind and rain. But it can destroy things that contain spiritual energy, especially people. This is the rule here. At this moment, all the meaning of destruction that permeates the sky and the earth goes away into the fog, like a tired bird returning to its nest. , Could it be that Lin Zhuanlun had already removed the sword intent from his body, and then the sword intent came to attack him? "

Mu Zhen murmured, sat down again, and looked carefully at the fog in front of her.

In the evening again, Yin Yan finally realized something was wrong.

He was seriously injured and was already waiting for death. He was just waiting for the will of destruction to wipe out all his flesh and bones and dissipate on the top of the mountain. But at this moment, he found that the sword intent in his body was no longer increasing, and the deteriorating injuries had stopped.

"He..." Yin Yanqiang sat up and looked at the mist with blank eyes.

However, the mist seems to be separated from the world and forms its own place, and it is impossible to get a glimpse of the details.

"He's done?" Yin Yan looked at Mu Zhen.

"Yes." Mu Zhen wiped away the blood on his face, as if he was appreciative and distressed.

"The intention of destruction is everywhere here. I don't know how much it has spread, and most of it is gathered on the top of the mountain. Nowadays, the intention of destruction is getting less and less. How...how did he do it?" Yin Yan opened his eyes wide. He opened his mouth as if he didn't believe it.

"Of course it's the method of Taoist Wuxiang." Mu Zhen said.

"The body of the golden elixir acts according to the Tao Master's method of high cultivation..." Yin Yan was startled and shook his head in confusion, "The remnants of the great power of high cultivation have the power to destroy all things, even time, space, and time. How can anything be able to contain it?" Does this mean destruction?”

"You forgot, he is known as the Gourd King in the Secret Trial Realm, so he is naturally pretending to be a gourd." Mu Zhen said with a smile.

"Is there really something that can hold the meaning here?" Yin Yan still didn't believe it.

"Don't you hear that the universe is huge in drunkenness, and the sun and moon are long in the pot? Since his gourd can hold wine, how can he know that it can't hold the sun, moon, universe?" Mu Zhen smiled sweetly.

"..." Yin Yan said no more. Seeing that the sword intent in his body had not increased, he climbed forward with all his strength, looking straight at the two stone statues under the plum tree.

After crawling forward bit by bit for a long time, Yin Yan left a long trail of blood behind him, and finally he was level with Mu Zhen.

"It's done!" Mu Zhen stood up, looked down at Yin Yan, and said with a smile: "On the top of the mountain, the sword intention is gone, and the road ahead will be smooth!"

Yin Yan gritted his teeth and could not say a word, but he saw many flying knives flying out of the mist in front of him, one after another, as endless as the destructive intent that filled the area before, but unstoppable.