Chapter 1298 Hand blowing the clouds
Yan Poyun, who was ready to go, was startled, with a look of surprise and surprise on his face.
Listening to the sound of this voice, Balian's eyes flickered, and there were subtle changes.
Even Bai Shaoyan couldn't help but look away.
The spiritual brilliance of the mark between Bailian's ears also faded as she closed her heart, and the chains formed by the spiritual light between her wrists also dissipated like starlight.
The bright face under the moonlight was no stranger to her.
Bai Shaoyan stood up straight again and put a little distance away from Bai Lian.
She frowned slightly, looking at the visitor with a hint of hostility and anger.
The wheelchair creaked, and the sound of wheels rolling over the charred earth sounded from a distance.
After Yan Poyun stopped firing, the ground fire gradually calmed down and flowed into the cracks in the earth.
The terrifying high temperature that permeated the surrounding areas also cooled down at an alarming rate.
Gradually, a thin layer of fog arose in the forest at night, and the misty wind carrying the cold snow in the mountains blew by. The young master sitting in the wheelchair had fluttering robes. Disability.
His sitting posture is still as tall and straight as a bamboo, his figure is like jade, and it looks like a painting from a distance.
The person pushing the wheelchair behind him is a middle-aged and beautiful woman. She is wearing the most common Jingchai commoner in the world, her hair is tied into a married bun, and her waist is Hanging was a string of slightly worn old copper coins, which was incompatible with the temperament of the young man in the wheelchair.
The scene fell into silence for a while.
Yan Poyun wrinkled his brows, which were as protruding as a stone bank, and looked at him with a ferocious beast-like gaze. He said in a deep voice, "It turns out that Mr. Jibai is here."
Several voices were heard in the wind. With a dull cough, Shen Jibai frowned slightly, and half of his face was lost in the shadows in the cold fog of the mountain forest. Looking from a distance, only a pale and thin chin and bloodless thin lips could be seen.
Regarding Yan Poyun's words, he didn't even mean to say hello. He only responded lightly and said, "Well, it's me."
Yan Poyun struck the ground with a gun. , with a cold face: "I have long heard that Mr. Jibai is a man born in the world, and he doesn't care about things outside the window all year round. It seems that this is not the case.
But even if the young master ignores the secular world, since he is in the God's Punishment Forest, he should know that in this God's Punishment Forest, no matter life or death, all monsters in the forest will be affected. Beasts can be hunted by anyone who has the ability to do so.”
Shang Chang hurriedly said: "But the real dragon belongs to the dragon clan, not the demon clan, nor the lineage of demons and immortals. It is an auspicious beast in the fairy world. How can it be hunted so easily."
Having said that, But Shangchang knew that Yan Poyun was the strongest among the defenders of the Golden Sea, with an extremely arrogant nature and a high spirit.
Therefore, whether many taboos in the God's Punishment Forest need to be respected in his eyes depends on whether he wants to abide by them.
The dragon clan is an extinct god from ancient times, a rare thing in the world. Even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan attaches great importance to the spread of his bloodline.
But this is Kunlun Jingxu, a place where the six realms cannot be guarded. The rules and order of the Shangqing Immortal Realm cannot restrain the defenders of Kunlun Jingxu.
Even though the silver-haired woman was the only true dragon in the world, if Yan Poyun really wanted to take possession of her, he would not hesitate to dismember her under the Poyun Spear.
As the most powerful guardian of Kunlun Jingxu, his body is as valuable as the entire True Immortal Sect.
The real dragon was dismembered in the Forest of God's Punishment. It is possible that the Lord of God would really punish him for this.
Sure enough, the coldness in Yan Poyun's eyes did not fade away because of his warning, and his face was as serious as pig iron: "Just because you can't hunt easily doesn't mean you can't hunt."
He pointed the heavy Poyun Gun at Bailian in the distance, and said in a slightly cold voice: "This man killed the True Immortal Sect and should be killed on the spot. The True Dragon recognizes him as its master and protects him with his body. Why? Can’t kill?”
Yan Poyun slowly rolled his eyes. He didn't even have the patience to waste words on Shang Chang.
He looked at the young man in white in the forest fog and said seriously: "Young Master Jibai came forward today, but he plans to fight with me."
Not waiting for Shen Jibai to speak, Yan Poyun laughed again and said indifferently: "Although Mr. Jibai's spiritual root technique is the best in the world, how can you It's a disabled body.
If you weren't hanging on to your life with magical medicine all the time, I'm afraid you wouldn't even have the most basic ability to survive.
This is the God's Punishment Forest, and you are a human being. Smart and open-minded person, this is not the place for you to speak.”
Facing the Crown Prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom, Yan Poyun's tone was polite and respectful, but the content of his words was unceremonious and could even be said to have a strong sense of humiliation.
However, what made Yan Poyun regretful was that he did not show any anger or shame in the face of this proud man because of the words 'crippled'.
As if he had already accepted his identity as a disabled person, Shen Jibai responded coldly: "You say I am smart, but I am very stupid."
Yan Poyun narrowed his eyes. , and then his expression quickly returned to normal. He relied on his identity. He has been a defender for hundreds of thousands of years. Here today, life and death are all determined by his thoughts.
Why bother talking to a junior who is no more than a hundred years old?
He kills people and slays dragons. Is it possible that he still needs the approval of the crippled prince?
"If you want to touch this man and a dragon tonight, I'm afraid you really need the permission of me, the crippled prince, to do it."
Shen Jibai sat upright in a wheelchair. , with a pale face, as if he could see through Yan Poyun's thoughts at the moment.
He said lightly: "You said it yourself just now, I am proficient in the art of spiritual roots, no one in the world can match it.
Do you think you can achieve the body of the demon and immortal that you have now? Is it really possible to overcome a calamity and become an immortal just by being taught by the True Immortal? ”
Shang Chang was shocked and looked at Yan Poyun in disbelief.
The stories and legends of this first defender of the Golden Sea are spread throughout Kunlun Jingxu.
After the Hanyu Pond was lost in the Kunlun Jingxu, he was the first defender after the empress to successfully overcome the calamity and transform into immortal bones without relying on the power of the Hanyu Pond, and to rely on his own strength to purify the demonic bones.
There are countless rumors about him, and his existence is also the spiritual support of thousands of Kunlun people.
But I never thought that a divine man like Yan Poyun was not immune to the secular world, and had also received the ritual of kowtow from the True Immortal Sect.
Shang Chang had mixed feelings in his heart.
No wonder just now, he could not help but favor the True Immortal Sect.
There is actually such a causal relationship.
The expression on Yan Poyun's face also became subtle and unnatural, but he was a human being after all, and he did not hide his refutation in anger like a rat, nor did he admit the problem head-on.
He looked at Shen Jibai solemnly with a rigid expression: "If Mr. Jibai is just here to mess with people tonight, I don't mind letting you suffer some pain."
"Really?" A faint smile appeared on Shen Jibai's face.
Looking at his expression, Bailian felt a sudden surge of heart, knowing clearly that Yan Poyun was about to suffer a disaster.
I saw the young man in white in the wheelchair raising his unusually thin right arm, and gently spreading out his five cold white and thin slender fingers. Judging from the gesture, it turned out to be the puppet string controlled by Bai Lian. The posture is almost the same.
His fingertips stretched out, and translucent silk threads similar to puppet threads danced gently, but they were different from Balian's puppet threads.
The threads on his fingertips are more like condensation of uncondensed smoke.
It spreads into the space and becomes extremely light, making it difficult to capture its flow trajectory.
The five long and thin fingers suddenly closed into a fist.
"Plop!!!" A huge heartbeat vibrated from under Yan Poyun's chest.
Yan Poyun's body shook violently, painful spasms passed over the corners of his mouth, and the color on his face as cold as rock instantly faded away.
He held the center of his chest, where vibrations similar to a heartbeat kept echoing, but his heart was not there.
What is hidden there is his immortal bone spiritual root!
Yan Poyun suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Jibai in the wheelchair in disbelief, shocked and speechless. Shen Jibai's expression remained calm, but his fists tightened tighter and tighter, making the opponent's body tremble more and more violently.
His gray-white pupils could not reflect any scenery, they were empty and indifferent.
"Do you really think that it is a simple matter to temper your demon body to become an immortal? Can you open an immortal aperture by knocking on your spirit?
Without spiritual roots to guide you, you will not be able to overcome the calamity and become an immortal even if you practice for another hundred thousand years. After all, there is only one true pure-blood demon immortal in this world. "
Yan Poyun pursed his lips to suppress the surging emotions, and said in a deep voice: "This spiritual root was given to me by the empress for my meritorious service in guarding the territory! "
Shen Jibai said calmly: "God Lord Kunlun is proficient in all kinds of magic, and he is the greatest saint in Kunlun. But in the world, I am the only one who is proficient in the art of spiritual roots. If it were not given by the immortal world, what would happen to God Lord Kunlun in his hands? There will be this spiritual root. "
"This is impossible..."
Shen Jibai's voice was still calm: "In this world, there are only stupidities and diseases that cannot be cured, no matter who has this spiritual root. , who gave it to me? Don’t you know that the spiritual roots that can be preserved and transferred in this world all come from my hands? ”
Yan Poyun sneered and said, "Don't mess with my Taoist mind with your nonsense. You are only more than two hundred years old, and I became an immortal hundreds of thousands of years ago. Even though you are proficient in the art of spiritual roots, the spirit in my body is still there." Root, how could it come from your hands?”
The pain of chaos and rioting in the spiritual roots under his chest was still there, but Yan Poyun forced himself to put down the palms covering his chest. He stood upright and looked at Shen Jibai with dark eyes that could not reveal anything. A little light.
Even though the pain caused by the spiritual root was intense, there was no trace of embarrassment on his face from beginning to end.
Bailian's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"
The next moment, Yan Poyun disappeared from the spot.
This time, Yan Poyun was not using his gun. It was not because he looked down upon Shen Jibai's disabled body, but because he decided to use his true strength at this moment.
Know what it means to kill Shen Jibai.
But he is Yan Poyun, the guardian of Kunlun, and he never accepts any coercion.
Compared with the Cloud-breaking Gun, at this moment, he believed in his fist more.
He disappeared into the forest and onto the earth.
Appearing under the sky of the universe and among the light of billions of stars.
His fists burned in the starlight.
The flames burned brighter than the stars.
He is extremely fast, but it is not a sneak attack.
But a majestic and upright frontal kill.
Although Shen Jibai couldn't see all this happening.
The forest mist lingering around Shen Jibai was suddenly disrupted and shattered into an absolute vacuum.
Shen Jibai's thin and pale face became clear under the fog.
He raised his eyes slightly, and his light gray pupils still showed no reflection.
The flaming fist was about to fall on his head, and everyone even predicted the scene where the head of the prince of the fairy kingdom would explode like a watermelon.
That fist was powerful and direct. The punch that came down from the absolute level of strength was so powerful that even the surrounding wind had no time to change its trajectory.
The fist has arrived.
Bailian even saw that Shen Jibai's body felt the strong death threat, the fine hairs on his face stood up, and the skin on his neck even trembled slightly.
That fist struck down as coldly and powerfully as a mountain.
Despite the distance.
Even Balian felt the terrifying pressure coming from above his head.
But the last thing Bai Lian saw was Shen Jibai's lifeless eyes.
There is no emotion of despair or fear in it.
The body instinctively fears the threat of death.
But there was no wave in his heart.
A doubtful thought arose in Parian's mind.
Is it possible that Shen Jibai can take this punch?
It is not that Balian despises Shen Jibai in his heart. He will not think like ordinary people that his weak and sick body will never have any chance of martial arts.
When he was young, he was familiar with Shen Jibai.
He is a true genius.
Physical disabilities and ordinary limitations will not affect his ability to create miracles.
However, miracles also have limits.
Even in the past two hundred years, Shen Jibai has had countless opportunities and has been hiding for many years. After all, he is a strong man in the Tongming realm.
An existence with the same combat power as Ninety-nine Shu Ci.
How could he do it and survive from his hands?
After all, Bai Lian still overestimated Shen Jibai's body. Under the influence of the fist, he felt even more difficult and tired to lift his arms.
His arm controlling the spiritual thread dropped weakly, and his fingers relaxed loosely.
Obviously there is no resistance.
But just when the fist was about to land on his head, it stopped without warning.
……
A calloused palm seemed to appear out of thin air, appearing above his head and holding the huge fist.
Although it looked like he was holding the fist, everyone knew it in their hearts.
But it was this palm that took Yan Poyun's terrifying blow.
The owner of the palm chuckled, and the ordinary string of copper coins on her waist made a crisp clang. She swept the fist and its owner aside like smoke.
The whole movement is smooth and flowing, with no clouds and smoke. It is indescribably elegant and free.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat."
Yan Poyun was swept aside. His posture was not that embarrassing, but his body followed the three retreats uncontrollably and took three steps back.
Every step is a hundred meters away.
After his footsteps settled down, a burst of energy surged like a mountain behind him. The power of Feng Qingyun Dan's palm destroyed the strength of his fist, and even exploded with a force that was a thousand meters away. The wave of terror.
Yan Poyun looked at the woman in civilian clothes pushing the wheelchair behind Shen Jibai with horrified eyes.
This time Shen Jibai God Punished the Forest and his party, the Ancient Yin Kingdom actually sent a high-ranking golden immortal to accompany them.
The high-status Golden Immortal Power, at this moment, is actually willing to serve behind a child with a yellow mouth who is only a hundred years old.
(End of this chapter)