Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

The secret room is quiet, with fluorescent lights inside, and the fragrance of herbs neutralizes the coldness of the ground.

Nan Xiao's blue hair was scattered, her expression was calm, her flying phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and she focused her attention.

The white clothes were wet and clinging to her body, Wen Yuxue's muscles were dimly glowing due to the clothes.

The glacier is mighty outside, and the magma inside is surging.

She sat cross-legged on the stone bench quietly, trapped in the jar.

Nine years of waiting for the present.

The Baicao liquid sealed in the white jade bottle seems to contain boundless life essence.

Just the overflowing bits and pieces made the muddy water turbulent.

Sometimes the stormy waves beat the shore, and sometimes the still water flows deep.

Nan Xiao's eyes were dim, and there were two distant mountains hidden on her brows.

The corner of the mouth was bleeding, and the phoenix eyes were scarlet.

It was just the beginning, and Nan Xiao was injured.

But there was no despair on her face, she could be regarded as calm and calm.

The plan that I have calculated countless times in my heart is now beginning to be gradually realized.

But you only live once, and you cannot try and make mistakes, let alone start over.

She had to be careful, careful, and careful.

Yuan Qi rolled out, turning into a golden bell outside Nan Xiao's body, and successfully detained part of the overflowing life essence.

This move was like sealing off the crater, and the weak balance was instantly broken.

Even though Nan Xiao had already built several sluice gates for the meridians and made a small opening for the magma torrent, it still didn't help.

Alternating heat and cold currents, the body was being beaten violently like pig iron.

The beautiful face is a little haggard, sometimes rosy like a cloud, sometimes pale as paper.

The seven orifices are wide open, blood dripping, and the mind is in a trance.

Nan Xiao bit the tip of her tongue, using the severe pain to keep her mind clear.

Just when the muscles and veins in her body were about to be washed away by the torrential life energy outside her body, Nan Xiao's scarlet and indifferent eyes finally changed.

The vitality is rolling again, and inside the golden bell, it is like a dragon running around, and it goes back and forth.

Each swimming dragon is three inches long, lingering in the steaming mist.

Occasionally, several swimming dragons will collide with each other, making a sound like striking iron.

At this time, the three-inch dragon is no longer clear, but turns into a bright blade, and then gradually condenses, showing its sharpness.

The green moon above the head glows in the room.

The turbid water in the tank was turbulent, slapping the slender and pitiful girl on the stone bench.

Let the tides come from all directions, the floods are overwhelming,
Nan Xiao sat cross-legged inside the golden bell, if it were a silver gun, she would be upright and unyielding.

The life essence that enters the body along the sluice is doing damage, breaking down the embankment, and repairing the scars at the same time.

And those figures outside the body are like the vitality of Youlong, and under the collision with the golden bell cover and Nan Xiao's controlling crane's fingering, they started to shape again.

"Bang! Boom! Boom—"

Inside the golden bell cover transformed by vitality, Nan Xiao turned the remaining vitality into a hammer, and forcibly intercepted the life essence surging like a dragon in front of him.

Not long after, those life essences were turned into nine nails under Nan Xiao's intentional control.

Each nail is as long as a finger, and the cold light is shimmering, just like the substance.

[Eight methods of killing saints, butcher Xingyi, killing! 】

The life of a person is the gathering of qi; gathering is life, and dispersing is death.

Life, as opposed to death, is the continuous existence of one's own will, the foundation of one's life.

Why kill?

"Kill" can mean cutting off the head, and it means reducing life, which is also cutting off life.

From the point of view of shape, Yi, one, small.

It is to attack the enemy's weakness.

Nan Xiao once watched a butcher slaughter cattle in Banyuepo.

Experienced butchers will use a hammer to smash a nail into the forehead of the old cow. With just one click, the old cow will kneel down and die.

The whole process was neat and tidy.

But if the butcher's words are not played properly, then the old cow will suffer countless times.

Using the smallest force to execute the most severe punishment, so that the deceased will suffer less pain, is considered a proper way to kill.

that--

The butcher failed in one blow, repeatedly tortured, and killed innocently, so what?

Nan Xiao didn't know, so her eight methods of killing saints were lacking.

but--

so what?

Kill it, just kill it.

She has her own principles.

Right now, Nan Xiao will use this method to kill herself to survive!
Nan Xiao had figured out the location of Lun Hai long ago. At this time, there was a mass of deep blue color under her navel, which was shaped like a millstone and was extremely thick.

Under Nan Xiao's control, the nine killing nails bombarded the stone mill alternately, vowing to pierce it through.

Only by digging through can the sea of ​​bitterness be opened up, and she can step on the road of practice.

Only after she has a certain strength can she take revenge.

As for whether we can wait for the butterfly that may still be reincarnated in the future, that is a matter for later.

Nanxiao has never been too ambitious, and only by standing on the present can she look forward to the future better.

She has no expression on her face, and the vitality of her fingertips is extremely dexterous, like a white crane dancing with nine killing nails.

The golden bell cover is like a high-temperature furnace, quenching and tempering the nine killing nails to make them more sharp.

"Clang-"

"Buzzing—"

Every time the millstone is hammered by the killing nail, the golden bell will dissipate once, and the blood on Nan Xiao's face will turn paler.

After smashing it three times, the stone mill shattered, and a small number of cyan fragments slowly rose under the lift of vitality, turning into several pieces of high heaven.

The thick powder slowly fell and sank into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, another wave emerged from nothingness.

In just a few breaths, a dark sea of ​​bitterness as big as soybeans emerged under the navel.

Nan Xiao only needs to concentrate, and then she can look inside, looking forward to the sea of ​​death and suffering for a long time.

The incomplete Taoist scriptures obtained from the blessed land of Qingya whispered softly.

The sea of ​​bitterness is deep and vast, and there is almost no other shore.

Although viewed from the inside, it looks mighty and boundless, but when you stand outside the sea of ​​bitterness and stare at it, the sea of ​​bitterness is just a grain of soybean, still boundless.

Just as Nan Xiao expected, after nine years of eating ice grass, the sea of ​​bitterness opened up is extremely dignified.

The water was pitch black, but with a thin layer of blue light.

Although this glimmer of light is as small as a drop in the ocean, it can effectively reduce the waves of the sea of ​​suffering, and even smooth out some small waves.

not enough!
Fingering [Control Crane] started again.

The Dibaicao liquid in 42 white jade bottles was extracted by Nan Xiao one by one.

The essence of life was extremely concentrated, Nan Xiao dared not be careless, and slowly poured it into the sea of ​​suffering.

While opening the sea, Nan Xiao paid close attention to the movement of the wheel of life above the sea of ​​bitterness.

Yes, the wheel of life, above the sea of ​​suffering.

The worst happened.

Generally speaking, the wheel of life of a practitioner is located under the sea of ​​suffering. After cultivating to a certain level, the essence of life in the sea of ​​suffering is extracted and let it continuously flow out from the wheel of life, thus reaching the state of spring of life.

Afterwards, the Shenqiao rose from the wheel of life and finally landed on the other side, thus leading to the secret realm of the Dao Palace other than the secret realm of the wheel sea.

Nan Xiao is different.

Her wheel of life is very special, which means that she can't cultivate a bubbling spring of life, and will even speed up her death.

Even after being warned by Lin Xiao, Elder Lu, Chen Zhuo, Liang Bo and others, Nan Xiao still took chances.

Now that the truth has been torn apart, Nan Xiao's heart sank suddenly.

Why is her road so difficult...

A girl who is only 16 years old, in her beautiful phoenix eyes, the dense mist is surging and the tide is rushing.

Big drops of tears turn into ice when they fall, with bloodshot inside, forming their own lines.

The dark room is silent, the blue moon hangs low, and the sea of ​​bitterness is far away.

Everyone hears that the mourners cry.

Been waiting for a long time, there is another chapter today.