World of Cultivation

The 367th Childhood Wishes

Yi Zheng is a god-shaped wolf.

The navy robe on his body is fragmented, his footsteps are squatting, and there is no ceremonial style of teaching by the teacher. But at this time, who will take what etiquette seriously?

He did not think that he would not be able to get to the ghost place again. Many times, he thought he came to Ah Nai Hell, which only appeared in the classics. Fortunately, these years, he practiced extremely hard, coupled with the master's careful guidance, although his combat power is not strong, but a steel bar, no one is right.

It is with his strong defensive power that he survived in this fog.

He had never understood that the master had asked him to practice "prajna body", and now he realized the power of this Zen work. He was in a circle of Sanskrit, and the erosive force of the mist did not touch him.

"The evil does not invade...the evil does not invade..."

Yizheng kept chanting in his mouth, and the sweat was clearly visible on his bright head. It took only three days to enter this fog, but in these three days, he was shocked and thrilled. He is a meditation, and he is most sensitive to evil things. But in front of this fog, there is boundless, suffocating, too ridiculous.

In addition to Ah Nai Hell, Yizheng really can't think of it, what place is so fierce?

Fortunately, his prajna body, naturally restrained these evil things, all the way, although wandering, but not injured. However, his heart did not dare to relax. Such a fierce place, even the classics in the martial art have not been recorded, giving birth to extremely fierce things absolutely horrible.

Demon slayer?

Don't be kidding, Yi Zheng is very clear about his own weight. He has not been injured yet, and he thinks it is a miracle. Right now, he can only hope that the news of his disappearance can be quickly transmitted to the martial art, and the martial art will send people to save themselves. In fact, in the depths of his heart, he also knows that he hopes to be very good.

In the martial art, he is only a marginal figure, and he does not know how long he has disappeared before the martial art will respond.

He thought of the master. When he thought that he was not in the martial art, his master would only suffer more cold receptions, and his emotions would immediately become somewhat low.

In the mist, he unconsciously marched forward.

After a short walk, suddenly there was a fierce battle in front of him. Yizheng suddenly woke up, and after a sigh of joy, he was overjoyed and followed his bare feet.

The battle sound is getting clearer and clearer.

Soon, he saw a man fighting a fierce battle.

He approached carefully and waited to see the blind man. He couldn't help but **** a cold breath. More than three feet in shape, a pair of giant cheeks like a door panel, Yi Zheng only felt scalp numb. If it is swept by these giant scorpions, even if it is a prajna, it will never be enough.

My 乖乖 Buddha!

Yi is trying to swallow his mouth, and his eyes seem to be stuck, so he can't move. Not because of the scorpion's strength, but because of the strange scenes.

The opponent of the scorpion is a sword repair, although the black sword to the chest is actually more like a knives, but Yi Zheng still sees that the other is a sword repair, very authentic sword repair.

A strong sword repair!

Yizheng was shocked. He recognized the origin of this scorpion, and the sorcerer beast. This is a sacred beast, a fierce creature born from the mist! He was worried before, the fierce creatures that were born in this extremely fierce place must be extraordinary, but when he saw this sorrowful soul, he knew how much the fierce creature that was born in this fierce place. Fierce!

If Yi is clear-minded at this time, he must be pale and horrified, but at this time, his gaze is completely attracted by the full of strange battles.

Jian Xiu looked dull, as if he had snoring, slow movements, gaze...

Every time you look at the scorpion's giant scorpion, you will tear him into two halves. The slow movement of the sword will suddenly become light and violently block the fierce scorpion. The expression of the sword's face, the slow response, and the sudden agility without any warning, formed an extremely strong contrast and felt weird.

Looking at a few eyes, Yi Zheng only felt that his spiritual power was violently tumbling, and there were signs of loss of control. He couldn't help but eclipse. If the spiritual power is peaceful and positive, the meditation is unique, and he is just out of control because of watching others fight.

Yizheng simply urged the mind, and then dared to re-open his eyes.

The signs of loss of control are gone.

Yi Zheng was a sigh of relief, and he renewed his gaze to the one who was in the battle. After a moment of watching, the shocking color on his face became heavier and heavier. He looked at the sword repair like a ghost. Before he thought that the sword repair danger was like a ring, and it could be destroyed at any time. Now, after seeing the score, he suddenly realized that there is an invisible sticky force between the swords of the sword. The fierce soul is like a puppet involved in countless thin lines. In this invisible force. struggle.

Terrible sword!

Yi Zheng was completely unaware of the sword's intention of Jian Xiu. At this time, he admired the strength of this sword repair. Jian Xiu did not encounter him, but such a powerful sword repair, was the first time I saw it. Moreover, the other party's age does not seem to be much different from oneself. If it is so young, it will be as horrible, and it must be a disciple of the sword.

Could it be a disciple of Kunlun?

Once I saw the situation in the field, Yi Zheng was not in a hurry, thinking about how to stay greeted with each other. He scratched his head. This is his first time going down the mountain. There is absolutely no experience at all.

However, in such a crisis of murderous land, I was able to meet a repairer. Yi Zheng has already felt that his luck is quite good.

After a while, the battle is not over yet, and Yi Yi is seeing something wrong.

The sword's look is confused, and there is no sign of awakening.

Is it...

Yizheng was very careful, and his heart moved, and waited for a while, seeing that the situation did not get better, and now thinking for a moment, suddenly began to whisper.

Numerous pictures, sliding in front of Wei Sheng, floating, but so clear.

The volunteers promised at a young age, pursued without fear and hardship, had setbacks, had injuries, fell into the sword, became a disciple, and left the younger brother to drink under the moon, the command of the division...

Numerous pictures blended together and suddenly turned into a big net and covered.

Nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide.

The net is getting tighter and tighter, and it is tightly wrapped around him. He felt breathless, and the strong suffocation filled the whole body. He was like a fish in the net. The more he struggled, the tighter the net was.

why?

Why is this happening?

I just want to repair the sword...

A anger suddenly burst from the bottom of my heart, he is like a trapped beast in the net, struggling in vain.

why why……

Like a silent cry, like an angry roar.

why why……

He screamed and he was like a whine.

In the vagueness, he dreamed of a starry sky. In the night of the water, the sky is densely covered with stars, the open wilderness is breezy, and the light blue-grayed sage of the sage is flying briskly in the wind.

A seven-eight-year-old child, sleeping in the grass, looked up at the light marks that the sky had crossed, and the childish voice was full of exclamation: "Beautiful!"

The child leaped from the grass and swept over his face, revealing his eyes like a gem.

A seed is quietly buried in the heart of the child.

The dream is so real, as if it is at your fingertips, and so far away, like the moon reflected in the water. However, at this time, Wei Sheng was so muddy, he stared at the child.

Suddenly, there seemed to be something broken in his heart, and something came out.

The distant and unfamiliar memories of childhood have suddenly come to his mind. Some of the reasons that have been forgotten, the simple thoughts that have been forgotten, are like the shrubs of the sage, and they begin to germinate and begin to grow.

Yes, my dream is to repair the sword.

Simple dreams, simple pursuits, a child's desire to make a promise under the stars.

Inexplicably relaxed on the heart, the feeling of suffocation disappeared without a trace, Wei Sheng looked at the child under the stars, smiled and climbed into the corner of his mouth, warmly stuffed into his chest.

Yes, it’s just like it.

The complicated and mundane chores make him feel helpless, as if he is so small, so insignificant.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of impurities.

The dry meridians suddenly shed countless spiritual powers, just like the sudden emergence of countless springs. Where these new spiritual powers pass, the place where his meridians are wounded is like a dead tree, and it is full of vitality.

The gushing power is constantly flowing, and in a short period of time, his spiritual power will return to its best. However, the influx of spiritual power did not show signs of a pause. They constantly poured into the veins of Wei Sheng and filled every inch of the meridian.

When Wei Sheng’s body was filled with spiritual power, the new spiritual power began to go to his dantian.

Wei Sheng didn't stop, he didn't have anything, only the scorpions, in the mist, the more bright and full of joy, it was the joy from the heart.

The black sword in his hand was covered with a faint glow.

The mist around him seemed to be suddenly pushed by a great force, and they were far away from Wei Sheng, and they disappeared in front of their eyes.

Yizheng opened his mouth and looked at everything that happened in front of him, and he even forgot.

Oh.

The soul of the soul was broken into dozens of pieces without warning. It was scattered all over the place, and the incision was smooth and smooth. Even the indestructible giant claws were dismembered into several pieces.

A sword shadow appeared behind Wei Sheng.

The sword shadow becomes clear from the blur, and it constantly grows bigger. In just ten minutes, the sword shadow will rise to a few dozen feet.

Its tip pointed to the sky, there was no sign of stopping, it pierced the fog, as if to pierce the sky.

Under the huge sword shadow, Wei Sheng stood upright.

In the mist, the thunder is rolling, and thousands of souls and beasts scream in unison, and the **** red sky seems to be boiling.

Born vision!