Chapter 286 The sun and moon grow in the gourd
After a long time, the moon was in the sky.
Mu Zhen sat cross-legged without moving, only to feel that the burden on his body was getting heavier, and the knife intention in his body became more and more vigorous, as if he was grinding his 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 nurse this back?" 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 was 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 severe than Yin Yan's and her knowledge was extraordinary. When she saw the mist this time, she didn't say anything and 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 the evolution of Lin Zhuanlun's destiny. I wonder where it comes from?" Yin Yan was in a dilemma and had no strength 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 a tree. I'm afraid he's 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, "The two of them are indeed unique heroes, but it is difficult to shake the mountain after all. I am lucky enough to die together with the two of them, and the friendship of pursuing the Tao on the same journey is not in vain!"
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Hearing this, Mu Zhen turned around, wiped the blood on her face, and said with a smile, "Do you know why I admire your pursuit of 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 way out." Mu Zhen suddenly smiled and said: "But I am not the same. I always have a way out. 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 Zhuanlun. 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 was unsure in her heart, 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 powerful person, and it is definitely not something that a small golden elixir can easily capture.
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 methods, such as comprehending the meaning of the sword, similar to the method of comprehending Chen Tianren's handwriting in the past. However, what remains of great power cannot be achieved in a moment, or even in ten years or a hundred years.
"No matter what, I have to try one more time."
After another rest, Lin Bai closed his eyes again.
The body and mind are peaceful and connected with the mysterious gourd.
The mist surrounded him, as if it were a world of its own. The sword's intention remained the same, but it seemed to have no direction.
Lin Bai was surrounded by stars, which then seemed to flow like a river of stars. A shadow appeared behind him, and the long river pushed the stone plate, causing the subtle chirping of cicadas.
"Failed again!"
After a while, Lin Bai opened his eyes and looked at the gourd.
Lin Bai imitated Taoist Master Wu Xiang, first moving the blade to wrap up the scattered sword intention and heading towards the Xuan Gourd, then snatched away the time and reduced the power of the sword intention, and then connected with the Xuan Gourd in his heart to make it absorb all the sword intention.
However, there is a real mystery left behind by the great power. The intention of destruction seems to have existed forever, but it is unexpected that it seems to be able to cross the galaxy and travel through time, let alone contain it.
After being in a daze for a while, Lin Bai looked at the two stone statues under the plum tree.
The face of the stone statue is blurry. Only vague outlines can be seen. One of them should be a woman and the other should be an old man.
If it is a woman, most of them are Taoist Master Wuxiang. Who is the old man? Friends?
Lin Bai looked at the old man carefully, but he felt even more confused. It seemed that the man was extremely tall, even standing between heaven and earth, but he seemed as small as an ant.
"Definitely not the people on the three stone benches in Wuxiang Tomb!"
Lin Bai calmed down and watched the chess game between the two stone statues.
The golden elixir cultivator's body can be seen even from a distance of more than ten feet, but it is still unclear.
So much so that the black and white pieces on the chessboard can no longer be seen.
"Maybe Jiang Xingchi has a way, he is destined to be like a chessboard... I don't know how Jiang Yatou is doing. Without my help, she is getting older or younger..."
With no other choice, Lin Bai didn't force it, he could only moan. However, the feeling of good luck in my heart is even stronger, and what I want is on the chessboard.
And the stone tablet on his chest became warmer and warmer, as if he was being summoned.
Lin Bai thought about how to break the situation for a while, but still had no idea. "Song Qing died after hearing the Tao. The opportunity I seek is right in front of me. Is it possible that I want to follow in his footsteps?"
Suddenly, it seemed like I was back on the Golden Turtle Island again.
"The Song Qing Dynasty went from victory to decline in the blink of an eye. However, there were hardships along the way, and when they encountered life and death, and saw the calamity of elixirs, they lamented that they were helpless, and finally enlightened..."
"Now I am carrying a heavy load and it is difficult to walk. My body has been destroyed by the sword, and I can't move forward or retreat. Isn't it like Brother Song who has gray hair early, has no cultivation, and is powerless?"
Lin Bai sighed for a while and realized that if he were to be put in Song Qing's position and he didn't practice the time method like Dead Tree Cicada, it would be really difficult to break the situation.
"Only by being cautious can we nip the disaster in the cradle. He lost his stability and lost his self-confidence and arrogance. I will also touch him to cross the river."
"Now that I have the intention of a sword, I will be wiped out before my eyes..."
For a moment, Lin Bai had a clear understanding: Since the sword intention here is difficult to figure out, and even more difficult to move, the sword intention in the body is piercing, condensed, and cannot be dispersed. Isn't it just confined to one place?
Thinking like this, his mind moved slightly, and the flying knives that were hovering in the mist turned their heads and headed towards Lin Bai.
At this moment, Lin Bai's whole body was no longer intact, his internal organs were exposed, his flesh and blood were stuck to his bones, and all of them were cracked.
Each flying knife does not contain any burning fire, but has a pure meaning.
Then all the flying knives came towards Lin Bai, piercing into his bones, flesh and organs.
Lin Bai always stabbed others with flying knives, but this time he personally experienced the pain of flying knives.
"There are so many flying knives, it's hard for me to block them! What's more, the flying knives form a formation!"
He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, then closed his eyes.
There is no need to wonder where the sword intention is in the body, it is everywhere.
The flying knife penetrated deeply into the flesh and bones, and the adhering flesh and blood were slowly consumed by the knife's intention.
Dots of stars appeared around Lin Bai, like a galaxy appearing, and he was like a fish, swinging to the other shore.
Immediately, the whole body was shrouded in shadow, and the long river pushed the stone plate to rotate.
For a moment, Lin Bai was bleeding all over his body.
"Take it!"
With a loud shout, the flying knife trembled, then left the body, passed through the vast galaxy, passed through the long river of time, and finally returned to the mysterious gourd.
After taking a breath, Lin Bai felt that although the feeling of burden was still there and the stab wound on his body was extremely serious, half of the destructive intention left in his body had been reduced.
Looking at the gourd again, it swayed slightly, and then returned to peace.
When his spiritual consciousness was connected to the gourd, he felt that the flying knife had returned to its position, and the meaning of destruction had been incorporated into the mysterious gourd.
The mysterious gourd formed a world of its own. With a slight thought in Lin Bai's mind and a little guidance, the sword intention broke away from the flying knife and disappeared elsewhere.
Seeing that the method of using the body to imprison was effective, Lin Bai quickly swallowed the Yulu Pill, intending to recover for a while.
After waiting for a moment, the endless meaning of destruction on the top of the mountain reached me again.
Lin Bai didn't do what he thought, the flying knife came out from the Xuanhu, already as bright as new.
The physical body acts as a prison, the flying knife enters the body, and the magical power acts as a bridge to contain the knife's intention.
Yin Yan and Mu Zhen were outside the mist, and they did not know the details inside the mist, let alone pry into it. At this moment, they were getting weaker and weaker, looking like they were waiting to die.
"It's past noon, and it's half a day again." Yin Yan lay on the ground, opened one eye, glanced at Mu Zhen, and then looked at the mist.
Mu Zhen was covered in blood, but she rarely bled out, as if she was about to bleed dry.
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 was only 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 panicked!" 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 actually 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. Now there is less and less intention of destruction. 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?" This meaning of 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 is 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.
(End of chapter)