Chapter 495 Chapter Four Hundred and Ninety-Five is Dead
Although Zhao Chun has great spiritual awareness, she cannot detect the reality of the monster in front of her at all. She paused for a moment, and suddenly summoned several flying swords. , turned into shimmering silver light, and escaped into the corridor in the cave!
These flying swords are connected to her heart, and the places they go to gradually take shape in her mind.
I saw countless green and black figures walking through several corridors. Alarmed by the flying sword, they boiled instantly like cold water entering a frying pan, and rushed towards the flying sword one after another. I don’t know the pain either.
Time passed by, and Zhao Chun knew that he could no longer wait any longer, so he flew up with his feet, looked for a nearby corridor, and went straight to kill inside.
The black and blue figure was really weird. It was hard to tell the difference between strength and weakness. He also had no intelligence. Zhao Chun had no difficulty in killing him. It was thought that his strength was somewhere between Ning Yuan and Fen Xuan.
Of course it is easy to kill, but this strange thing has a continuous posture, which makes Zhao Xuan's expression become more and more serious, his eyebrows are furrowed, and suddenly the sword energy bursts out, hitting in all directions. , the walls of the cave could not withstand such collisions, and immediately began to shake violently, filling the air with smoke and dust!
At the same time, there was a huge sound, which circulated in the cave for a long time.
Suddenly, Zhao Chun looked through his consciousness and saw that the black and white figures wandering around him were missing parts that were visible to the naked eye. Moreover, they were not injured and died, but disappeared out of thin air without any warning, which was very embarrassing. untie!
Why is this?
Thinking in his mind, he kept moving. The sound of beating and knocking was heard in the relatively spacious corridor for a while. The remaining monsters were all broken into green and black smoke, bundled together, and fled straight in one direction. .
Zhao Chun did not dare to make a mistake and quickly raised his heels. After passing through many forked roads, he saw the green and black smoke swirling around and penetrating into a person's heavenly spirit from top to bottom. No more trace.
Her steps paused for a moment, and a stone room appeared in front of her eyes. The decoration was very simple, with a gray futon in the middle. The person sitting cross-legged on it had a childlike face and unusually majestic figure. However, He looked quite thin, relying entirely on his broad frame to hold up his robe, and his neck and sleeves were exposed to the wind.
Judging from his facial features, his nose is straight and his mouth is wide, his eyes are deep and his eyebrows are low. He is full of righteousness, but there is a gloomy air between his eyebrows and his lips are pursed straight, as if he is angry.
After looking at it, Zhao Chun's eyes were filled with surprise and determination, because this man's right arm was empty, and he was sitting cross-legged, but only his left palm rested on his legs. He thought the bento was what he was looking for today. That Venerable Dehe!
However, the situation in front of him seemed strange. Not to mention the green and black smoke just now, even the Venerable Dehe who suddenly appeared in the stone room did not look like an external person at all!
She has seen people with a steady aura like Shi Xiangyuan, a carefree and wanton person like Jiang Mu, the head of Taiyuan, a celestial demon master with an aura that is as ethereal as nothingness, and a sword master with a fierce and violent aura, but there has never been any one of them. The Venerable External Hua is so peaceful in Dehe!
Yes, it’s Jing!
Others could see no hint of intimidation from him. Even when Zhao Xun had already stepped three feet away from him, he had not sensed the push-back force that was almost customary among ordinary monks.
This is extremely calm silence, without sorrow or joy, without anger or fear.
"Zhao Yan, the true successor of Zhao Chun, holds Master Qingyang's token and comes here to ask for help from His Majesty!"
She held the stone piece in her hand, but Venerable Dehe did not move at all and just sat still. In one place, standing still.
Zhao Chun then spoke again and put the stone pieces on the ground.
Just the result is the same as before.
At this time, there was only a quarter of an hour left before Chenshi. Zhao Chun was worried about the Ming Lei Cave and wanted to say it again.
"There's no need to talk, I can't help anymore."
De Hezhen didn't speak, but his rich and slightly hoarse voice sounded around him. Zhao Chun frowned when he received this answer and couldn't help but said: "May I ask, Sir, why is it difficult to escape because of the incident? To be honest, I came to ask for help this time because Master Qingyang was in danger of killing himself, so I came here as a last resort. "It disturbed the venerable Qing Xiu."
"Qingyang..." he thought for a moment before saying, "It's the stubborn sword cultivator from before. It turns out that he has now become a true infant." ...
"Junior Zhaoyan, you are not a monk in my Dingxian City. I have known Qingyang or from outside. He has the strength of a true infant and has extraordinary swordsmanship. Not to mention what ordinary people can do." If you don't want him, even if you really have the ability to kill him, how can the venerable people in the city just sit back and watch? ”
The matter was urgent and Zhao Chun didn't want to cover it up with him anymore, so he opened his mouth and told the story about Master Fuya in Ming Lei Cave.
After waiting for words, Venerable Dehe was silent for a moment. When he spoke, there was already a hint of joking in his tone: "It's an evil cultivator again. The Immortal Sect is worried about this, and now it wants to go back to the past. He didn't even bother to make another excuse for his evil deed?"
Zhao Chun was not surprised that there was hatred in his heart. His eyebrows were slightly lowered, and a sharp light flashed through his eyes as if he had seen something strange. At the next moment, his expression became tense: "In the siege of the city, nearly half of the true infants were killed, and 40% of the remaining low-level monks were killed and injured. Such a major event that shakes the reputation of the Immortal Sect must be carried out with evidence. I respect you. Do you dare to believe that all the people killed by the Xianmen sect are innocent people? "
"Bold!"
Dehe's voice was like a thunderous sound, which buzzed in Zhao Xuan's ears. The voice sounded, but her back became straighter and straighter, showing no fear.
"You think that I am afraid of your identity as the true successor of Zhaoyan, so I don't dare to kill you!"
"With the supreme power of the venerable, what can't I do?" Zhao Xun's tone was stagnant, "It's just that now I am It’s hard to guarantee that I won’t be distracted by arguing with juniors like this.”
After saying this, she suddenly drew her sword, and the sword light shimmered like a rainbow, and went straight through Dehe Zun. Her chest and abdomen were not hindered by anything, causing that tall and majestic body to suddenly turn into powder, with such power that she was shocked!
Neither of them seemed to have expected that this sword would cause the physical body to completely disintegrate. Only a line of green and black smoke wrapped in a lotus rice object with weak divine light slowly rose up. It was a weak The ultimate soul!
This also means that Venerable Dehe, who was so famous that he could have been a hero of his generation, has already died physically!
However, he has not yet reached the end of his life!
Zhao Chun was testing this. After all, she couldn't see any life in the body in front of her, and Dehe also said that she was unable to help. She thought that the other party was seriously injured, but unexpectedly, even the body was dead. Eliminated.
"How come you are not afraid that I will take your body away from you."
Dehe's body was destroyed, but his tone was calm at this moment, not showing any anger before.
"If the Venerable has the intention to seize the body, I am afraid that when he descends into this grotto, he will be dead."
Zhao Chun collected the long embers, and the green and black smoke swayed, and he laughed like a self-mockery: "Disciples of the Immortal Sect have been outstanding for generations. Back then, Wang Fushan was extremely talented, and now you are no less talented. He...if that's the case, why would he come to snatch my disciple?"
Reporting, I just finished the group assignment recently, and what I have on hand is a long drama analysis, and I am still one step short of the staged assessment. )
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