Chapter 116 115. Summer Solstice
Deep in the Taihang Mountains, there was a sound of thunder, and branch-shaped lightning flickered.
The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing, it’s summer solstice.
In the mountains, under the blinding rain curtain, there is a strange existence standing.
Eight demon-like arms stretched out from the deep darkness and stayed at the same height as the mountains.
A ferocious arm spread out its hands, and a figure in mysterious clothes sat on the palm. There was nothing to shield him from the heavy rain. He closed his eyes and let the summer solstice heavy rain soak his whole body. The arms holding up the humanoid are covered with red iron scales, and the muscles relax rhythmically.
Directly above the figure, one hand holds a bronze cauldron, one hand holds a red copper sword, the other holds a gold and jade sword, and an arm is surrounded by a silver moon river like a silk ribbon.
There are twinkling stars in the river, which are ichthyosaurs. Ever since the Jian Yue River was created with water, these little guys poured into the Jian Yue River as if they had found their former home and swam. After all, they found a better place to leave the red dragon's body and no longer hide in Li Xi'an's scales. middle.
Their figures are swimming in the Jianyue River, like a star hanging in the water.
There are also three arms forming a mysterious handprint, exuding a breathtaking energy.
The heavy rain blurred the scene, making it look like a demon came to the world to display its divine demeanor. If the eight ferocious red arms did not relax and rise regularly, they would really look like magnificent statues left over from ancient times.
Li Xi'an slowly opened his eyes, and the blazing golden light almost tore through the rain curtain as he opened his eyes.
"It's over."
Taihang Baxing.
This practice did not improve his realm in any way, but it was like a transformation.
Now that the main body has hands, there will be more ways to fight in the future. He chuckled muffledly, suddenly thinking of the funny scene in his mind where four arms were greeting someone's limbs, and the remaining four arms were greeting someone's head. During the fight with Hengxiao Jinni's true bone statue, Li Xi'an understood something. In many cases, he didn't need to waste his spirit and magic, he could just crush it with his body.
Taihang Baxing's eight arms stretch freely from his domain, and can be given to the opponent unexpectedly in the future.
His current body strength is comparable to that of a real bone statue, and most of those ancient monks did not practice physical techniques.
If it were stronger, it might kill him directly.
After all, Taihang Baxing Stretch is not just a pure body, it also carries the core method of creating the jade hand. The jade hand of creation, one spirit can transform all spirits, and it can drive thousands of arms with a small amount of spiritual consciousness very efficiently. When suppressed by the seal that covers the sky and shines like stars, the opponent has no way to survive. The number of Taihang Baxing's arms will never increase. These days, Li Xi'an has a little understanding of the method of transforming one into ten thousand in the hand of creation jade. He can use the exposed Baxing's hand to independently control the five elements, which is no different from the control of his manifested body. No difference.
Fighting against ancient monks in this world, the resurrected mountains have an inexhaustible supply of spirits. In addition, Li Xi'an's own amount of spiritual energy is quite terrifying, so he almost never worries about the problem of spirits. But he is about to go to the imperial capital to meet an ancestor, and he no longer has a vast spiritual energy reserve.
Having dealt with him before, most of this ancestor's strength was blocked by the altar.
But the ancestor is the ancestor after all. This bamboo basket soul collecting master is not a cross-border true one, but an unshakable person who truly has a foothold in this world.
"The lifespan of a demon is already long. You are only over two hundred years old now. You will enter the extreme palace realm when you are over two hundred years old and less than three hundred years old... Not to mention demons, even a human's cultivation speed is completely reversed. It's a matter of heaven." When Jin Xiao saw Li Xi'an getting up, he knew that his practice was over, so he conveyed the emotions he had accumulated over the past few days.
When he was three hundred years old, Hengxiao Jinni was also in the Ji Palace.
Until he was a thousand years old, Hengxiao Jinni was the Master Hengxiao Jinni.
Jin Xiao knew that this side was creating a number of monsters in this world, such as the red dragon in front of him that could completely overturn the knowledge of the monks in the past. The rise is equivalent to reopening the world. The creatures who established themselves in this world will become legends and ancient primitive myths thousands of years later.
"What is the purpose of Hengxiao Jin Ni's coming to Taihang? Isn't it as simple as plundering the source of energy?" Li Xi'an stood on the Eighth Route, overlooking the vast mountains like the sea under the heavy rain.
"I don't know." Jin Xiao replied.
"But I can feel that the master is determined to get this mountain range, and there should be something he cares about very much. The master had no connection with this mountain range when he was in Kyushu, and the sleeping small world cannot contact the real world. So it can be said that infiltration What purpose does the filth have on this mountain? Time will tell."
Li Xi'an was silent for a moment, his eyes darkened with golden candles. "Yes, time will tell us who is the final winner."
He soared into the air, and Taihang Baxing retracted into the void. Only the arm holding the tripod still existed. The intensity of the rain suddenly changed, because the huge beast's cruising stirred up strong winds, cutting across the torrential rain like a sharp knife.
The golden candle is as dazzling as a rising torch.
At this moment, Li Xi'an had to do the last thing before heading to the imperial capital.
The red dragon shape roared and meandered, its remaining arms holding the cauldron, and it wandered alive. In an instant, thousands of ghosts howled, and the resentful souls of countless creatures twisted, which were the evil thoughts of Rakshasa devouring and torturing.
He accepted the evil thoughts, condensed these resentful souls, and sealed them in the Heavenly Cauldron.
Today is what we are waiting for.
The heavy rain of the summer solstice washes the mountains, and he will release his resentful soul and return to the earth as raindrops. He was very good at this, even if he had never learned it before.
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Qing Yan was lying under the old camphor tree, staring at the heavy rain with his green tiger eyes.
Full of melancholy.
The ginkgo tree over there sounds happy. It’s normal for a tree to like rain. Especially after you have spiritual wisdom, you can’t let the leaves fall off if you don’t want to, and you don’t have to worry about being naked and ugly.
"Ten thousand ghosts are swimming in the mountain rain," she said.
"Amitabha, that's good, that's good." Ginkgo's mean voice sounded from behind.
Qingyan knew that this guy had tried his best to calm down his emotions and imitate the eminent monk in his impression. Unfortunately, Myolie Chu was worthy of being Myolie Chu. Such a solemn horoscope could be said... After careful consideration, she could only attribute it to Ginkgo-style Amitabha.
The pale giant tiger raised its head, looking in a direction that was much darker than nearby. The dim sky there gathered into dancing monsters, wailing and crying. At this time, a branch-shaped lightning shattered the ground, illuminating the red dragon holding the tripod in the dim rain. Suddenly the wind blows up, and the rainwater carrying the resentful souls returns home on the wind. The living spirit of the Heavenly Cauldron catches the rainwater, and briefly uses the rainwater as a medium to carry the resentful spirits.
Nanzhu seems to be very keen on "perfection".
The trip to the imperial capital two years ago was the end of releasing thousands of resentful souls, and the purgatory created by the naturalized Rakshasa evil tree now is also the end.
Negative substances like resentful souls have no effect on the evil demon. Nanzhu simply does what he thinks of. He will not let all ghosts die a happy death, let alone take advantage of these resentful souls.
That night she overheard the deal between Nanzhu and Rakshasa, and she never felt cheated or betrayed.
Because there's no such thing as this guy.
The rain stopped, the sky cleared, the clouds cracked, and the golden light was scattered. The one-armed red dragon sat majestically on the mountain, waiting for the return of the living spirit that ran around the mountains and earth to release the resentful souls.
"Way to go!" the light golden girl on the ginkgo tree shouted, waving her hands.
Everything about Amitabha was forgotten.
Simply adding a little blessing to a farewell cannot be too much. Myolie Chu once said that luck is conserved, and if she gives too many blessings to others, she will have bad luck.
Everyone has different understandings of the "eight claws" that describe the eight places in Taihang.
Well...actually it means eight arms. Normally, if they don’t grow on the body, they still have the body of a snake
(End of chapter)