Fu Canglu

Chapter 108 Look, He's Coming
Invite Beiguan.

It was originally the gorge mouth of Beixiong Pass in the early Northern Wei Dynasty, but now the rocks are cracked and both ends collapsed, and it has become a ruined wall.

A great battle has just ended here, and bloodstains are weathered on the collapsed boulder of this majestic pass.

The two quasi-ninth-rank powerhouses of the Su family fell into the hands of His Highness Sen Luodao.

But at this moment, the night was about to break, and the huge Snow Wolf King was crawling in front of the man in black.

Under the black clothes is no longer a boy, but an old face with a dull light in his eyes.

The old man in black was carrying a unique extreme cold in the north. Although his eyes were cloudy, it seemed that there was a surge of wind and snow.

He put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance.

The land in the distance is about to dawn, black and white interspersed, and it looks a bit dreamy.

A figure in a white lotus ink robe floated slowly from the horizon.

The Lord of Zhenmo Mountain, Mu Liancheng's eyes fell on the unconscious Yi Xiao. He saw the shoulder blade on Yi Xiao's right arm that was crushed by Yumian Shura, and frowned, "You cut off his hope of holding the sword?"

The old man in black had no expression on his face, and said: "Although he is a rare sword embryo, but there are too many swords in this life, first there is Jian Zongming who is the champion, and then there is Li Changge Sword Bone Wushuang, and Kuang Lun, the descendant of Jianzhong, Qiliang Bingsheng The disciples and others are all rare geniuses in the way of swordsmanship. If he uses a sword, he will hardly have a bright future in this life."

Mu Liancheng narrowed her eyes slowly, and said, "What do you want him to do?"

"It's very simple." The old man in black smiled and said, "Cultivate the devil."

"It's impossible." Mu Liancheng directly refused, saying: "Cultivating a demon requires killing, and cultivating to the extreme requires being too forgetful. If you can't let it go, cultivating into a real demon is even more difficult than becoming a Buddha."

The old man in black had no expression on his face, and said: "It is impossible for him to use a sword in this life. I just need to make a move and kill the girl next to him. How can he not fall into the evil way?"

The voice of the White Lotus Mopao Mountain Lord was silent for a moment.

Mu Liancheng said word by word: "In this world, only you can move the stars."

He looked directly at the old man, and said coldly: "Do you think that Yuan Tiangang would not know about the biography of the Demon Sect that you put in Qiliang's library?"

The old man in black narrowed his eyes slightly.

Mu Liancheng stared at Yi Xiao, and said slowly, "He has practiced the Sutra of Self-Respect. There is no way for Qiliang Library to have this scripture. You must have put it there."

The old man grinned.

"You have lived from the great age of Shifu to the present. You refuse to transcend, but you can resist life and death. You cultivate both demons and Buddhas. Now you are hiding in the king's court in Mobei, and you are the great prophet who is regarded as a god in the eyes of those barbarians. Do you really think that no one in this world will recognize you?" Mu Liancheng's voice was slightly cold.

He asked word by word.

"Should I call you the Great Prophet of Mobei, or the name Sheng Yuanzi that everyone bowed to during the Shifu years?"

Mu Liancheng looked at the awe-inspiring old man in black, and said seriously: "Or, I should call out your real name. Write the Sutra of Selfless Respect, which has reached the strongest level of exercises even though it is only half a fragment. , it is impossible to achieve enlightenment in 30 years"

The Lord of Zhenmo Mountain paused slightly.

"Wu?"

Mu Liancheng looked at the old man in black with a complicated expression.

This old man has been dormant in Beiyuan for a hundred years. From Shifu Dashi's seclusion to now, if it hadn't been pointed out by the sword master, no one would have thought that the peerless fierce man who practiced dragon and snake to the peak 100 years ago would be willing to give up his life Cultivation, I have survived so far.

It is said that he once had a battle with the first generation of Fengxue Yincheng city lord. The dragon, snake and heavenly appearance of this peerless fierce man can compete with the first generation of Yincheng, and he also practiced both Buddha and demon. Because, there is no doubt that he can reach the realm of the great master and sit on the number one position in the world today.

The old man in black smiled unabated, and said softly: "People of our generation are destined to leave. The sword master is gone, and I will be no exception."

"The Sutra of Selfless Respect is an incomplete scripture." The old man in black said with a smile: "The path of this scripture only reaches the realm of a master. Simultaneously practice the two ways of Buddha and demon, and become holy at the same time, there is no turning back."

The old man looked at Yi Xiao and said: "He has the appearance of a dragon and a snake, just like me back then. He practiced the Sutra of Self-Respect, which is exactly the same as me back then."

He suddenly paused, his eyes burst into a rare look, and said: "He still has a lotus plant, and he also has the qualifications of a sword embryo. His soul power is strong enough, his talent is high enough, and he is more suitable for cultivation than I was back then!"

Mu Liancheng looked at the old man silently.

"At the end of the practice, the sky is only an external force. Only by specializing in one can you achieve something!" The old man in black muttered to himself, and said: "How can such a talent that is rare for thousands of years be wasted on the way of swordsmanship?" ? How can it be wasted on celestial practice?"

"I want to take him away." The old man in black raised his head and said, "No one can stop me. I have cut down my cultivation for 100 years, but I have retained the realm of the past. Even if all the masters in the world come, they can't beat me The power of one blow that burns the realm of the Grand Master."

"You're a lunatic." The Lord of the White Lotus Mopao Zhenmo Mountain looked at the old man, and said word by word: "What exactly do you want to do?"

The old man in black smiled.

He raised his head suddenly, his voice trembling.

"What do I want to do?"

Sheng Yuanzi laughed madly and said: "100 years ago, the Taoism was discussed on the Lotus Peak of the Tianji Sea. The way of chess was defeated by three thousand victories, the way of Buddhism was defeated by monk Qinglian, and the way of magic was defeated by the demons of Qi. I asked myself, what would I do?" What exactly do you want to do?"

The old man stopped laughing suddenly.

The expression on his face became extremely ferocious, and he said coldly: "I just want to be number one in the world."

"You think I'm willing to kill myself just to survive?" The old man in black tore off his black robe, exposing his chest.

Mu Liancheng's pupils shrank slightly.

Flesh and flesh were flying there, scars bloomed in the chest inch by inch, and lotus flowers bloomed in the flesh and blood.

The holy breath of Buddhism and the most evil and evil breath of the devil are mixed together, and it is inseparable.

There is an extremely narrow and long sword mark in the middle of the heart. Buddha and demons are not tolerated.

Sheng Yuanzi stared at the sword mark and said slowly, "Fengxue Yincheng has a sword that dares to kill immortals."

Then he raised his head, stared at the ecstatic White Lotus Mopao Mountain Lord, and asked coldly: "Is this sword sharp or not?"

Mu Liancheng's complexion was pale. He had seen the sword used by the current city lord of Fengxue Yincheng at the gate of hell. It was amazing to see the two master incarnations of Zhang Xuansheng, the embryo of the sword 800 years ago. The sword, even with one's own cultivation, is also dazzling.

That wound was as new as yesterday for 100 years, and the Buddhist secret technique practiced to the peak by Sheng Yuanzi couldn't heal even a single bit.

This sword can indeed cut off immortality in the sky.

"This sword cut off my dragon-snake celestial aura, which was at the peak of my cultivation, and my soul power at the ninth level. My martial arts cultivation has plummeted day by day, and I have to hide my old wounds like a lost dog in the extremely cold north. "

Sheng Yuanzi put away his black robe, and said calmly: "This sword cut off my idea of ​​being number one in the world."

Only then did Mu Liancheng look up in surprise, looking at the old man who was switching back and forth between madness and elegance.Practicing the two ways of Buddha and demon, now this old man's disposition is extremely difficult to figure out, no one knows which one is better in his body, the Buddha nature or the demon nature, which will occupy the dominant position of personality.

"My way, if you are not crazy, you can't survive." Sheng Yuanzi said slowly, "I can't be number one in the world in this life, but I have to teach a number one in the world."

Mu Liancheng's voice was a little trembling, and he said, "You want to take him as a disciple?"

"Accept him as an apprentice?" The black-robed old man seemed to have heard something extremely funny, and said, "Why should he be my apprentice? Why would I accept a dead man as an apprentice?"

Mu Liancheng was slightly taken aback.

"I have only accepted one apprentice in my life." The voice of the black-robed old man became colder, and said: "It's a pity that she is already dead."

Mu Liancheng realized that she couldn't believe the truth she heard.

"The appearance of a dragon and a snake is a poisonous gift. But it is passed down from generation to generation. When she dies, it will be his turn." The old man in black robe narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "What I taught her, now it is on him, naturally To get it back."

The white lotus mopao mountain master laughed back in anger, unable to speak, a sea of ​​lotus rose up and down behind him, with the brilliance of the galaxy inside.He really couldn't figure out what this old antique was planning in his heart, and now he was posing for a fight.Mu Liancheng didn't believe that this old guy had the realm of a great master a hundred years ago, and he didn't believe that he still had the so-called hole card that has been dormant until now.

"I came today only to make a karma." The black-robed old man looked at the white lotus and mo-pao mountain master who was facing a formidable enemy, and said with a dumb smile: "After being slashed by that man, I swear that I will never strike again in this life."

"This young man is now unraveling Tianque, and in his fate, he will definitely die." Sheng Yuanzi smiled and said: "If this fate does not change, it means that no matter how many cards he has on his body, no matter how many Cultivate swords, knives, buddhas, and demons, no matter how far you practice, you can't escape death."

"It's a coincidence. I only accepted one apprentice in my life." The black-robed Sheng Yuanzi looked at the unconscious Yi Xiao, and said, "Forget me, I promised her one thing when I accepted her as an apprentice." thing."

"It's a pity that I can't change this boy's appearance."

Mu Liancheng frowned, seeing the black-robed Sheng Yuanzi suddenly grinned, and said, "Actually, you made a mistake."

"In this world, I am not the only one who can move the stars." The old man in black smiled and said, "The sky and the earth are so big, how can a frog at the bottom of a well see it?"

"My apprentice wants to keep her child alive." Sheng Yuanzi shook his head and said, "It can be considered that she has the courage to do things that are truly against the sky. It can also be considered that she is lucky, there is only one person in this world who can do it."

The old man in black robe pointed to the sky.

Mu Liancheng looked back.

Beyond heaven and earth, a ray of dawn was pressed back into the galaxy.

It was dawn.

Inviting Beiguan to the north, the night fell again.

The sky is full of stars and the earth is overwhelmed.

The darkness surged back again, like going back in time.

There is a star river falling straight down from the sky, falling for nine days.

A small boat was propped up by a wooden oar, and it traveled [-] miles in an instant in the galaxy.

A head of white hair reaching the ground, a coir raincoat, and a wooden oar.

Immortal means.

Charming.

The old man in black robe sighed, "Look, here he is."

(End of this chapter)