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Outside, the moon was in the sky, the lights in the hall were bright, and Chen Lian was sweating all over his body, and he sat on the ground. Qian Mo looked at Chen Lian lazily and continued to close his eyes, as if he was very tired.

Chen Lian couldn't help but smile bitterly. Unexpectedly, he was rescued by this demon bird today. If he had not picked up the mysterious Qianmo, something big might happen today. It was really a drink and a peck, with a cause and effect.

In fact, he had done well enough, but he didn't expect that the young man in blood just now had too deep understanding of him, so he did not have any advantage.

Chen Lian didn't believe that the boy in the blood-clothed clothes was the spirituality in the Blood-Changing Divine Sword. Moreover, from his previous sentence, "You are so outstanding, if it were Ge Yuan and Hong Qianya, I'm afraid they had already been taken down by me at this time." He obviously was very familiar with Qing Xuan, and his attitude was like a teacher. Let's give you the two elders.

However, the appearance of the young man in blood directly seized part of Chen Lian's magic power, which was inseparable from Chen Lian's own problems.

He endured his fatigue and swept his whole body with no idea, but he found nothing and could not find anything abnormal. Chen Lian knew that the young man in blood would never be able to steal his magic power for no reason. There must be some introduction. He could not find it. It could only explain that the other party's means were secret and mysterious, and he could not break it.

Chen Lian waved his hand and closed the viewing door. The lights were gone, and the hall fell into darkness. Only the word "Yuan" emitted a dim blood light, which made the dark hall more blood-red atmosphere.

After sitting quietly overnight, the magic power of the sunken mana has not been completely restored. His mental outlook has been different and he has been completely renewed. However, he realized that his spiritual platform was not as clear as before. It was like a mirror Taoist heart was stained with dust.

Looking at the word "Yuan" again, the blood light inside has been restrained a lot, but the whole word "Yuan" seems to have full vitality. When it becomes fresh, it seems to jump out of paper.

He was like light smoke, and when he reached the literal "Yuan", he reached out to touch the strokes on it, and followed him. It was as if he was poured with a basin of cold water, which made him tremble all over.

His thinking entered a strange place, as if he had reached a dark and deep world. Somewhere, the sea of ​​blood was surging, and a long sword was quietly lying under the sea. It was ancient and quiet. The picture in front of him was passing by quickly. Chen Lian couldn't see clearly what was going on. Finally, he heard the cry of a baby. It was in a village. Most of the people inside were tiger skin animal clothes. The baby gradually grew up, and the strong elders around him gradually became old and could not fight with tigers and leopards.

The baby became a teenager and started his first hunting, but for the first time, he encountered an extremely powerful black bear. He injured several hunters, and even two teenagers of about the same age were slapped by the bear's paws. These were his good playmates.

He asked his elders where his companions were. That was the first time he understood the meaning of death directly.

He didn't want to die, and hated this feeling. The world was infinitely vast. The young man heard from the oldest elder in the village that there were three kinds of people in the world that would not die, that is, immortals, Buddhas, and sacreds, not in the cycle of reincarnation, but these people were hiding in famous mountains and rivers. They were rarely seen at ease.

The boy wanted to be such a person, so he left the mountain village where he gave birth to him one morning to find the sacred immortals and Buddhas who were hiding in famous mountains and rivers.

The picture flashed again, Chen Lian saw Qingxuan Mountain. The illusory Qingxuan Mountain seemed to have not changed for countless years. A Taoist with his feet on his feet, wearing a star crown, and clear eyebrows and eyes turned into the void. A ray of green light flew towards the main peak Taiyi, and a palace gradually grew on it. It was the "Qingxuan Palace" that the head of the sect had not left for many years.

The Taoist was the ancestor of Yuanqing, and Chen Lian also understood that the young man was also the ancestor of Yuanqing, and even the predecessor of Yuanqing was the sword hidden in the surging sea of ​​blood.

When he understood this, the word "Yuan" flew out of the paper and was printed on the back of his right hand. The bloody Yuan character gradually disappeared and became an indescribable sword intent.

The sword intent is full of life, and it can kill all things in the world with life characteristics. It flows through his body and wanders. A trace of undetectable resentment aura suddenly appears, and then it is broken by the sword intent without leaving any trace. That is the resentment left on him after Xiao Shiyi's death. Chen Lian suddenly understood that this resentment was the initiator of the method used by the young man in blood.

As long as you kill someone, there will be karma, and there will be resentment from the creature before his death, attached to the person who killed him. Some people will use these resentment to help increase their power, just like a tiger kills a person, who will turn into a ghost after death and let it enslave it. Some people need to use various means to eliminate these resentment so as not to hinder their practice.

In fact, few Taoist wise men are willing to kill too much. After all, these creatures can be called evil deeds. For monks, they can naturally kick away with one kick, but if there are too many, it will become an obstacle that cannot be ignored. Unless the martial arts are special and not affected, they will find other means to eliminate them. If it is consumed, it is not worth it.

Chen Jianmei's slaughter was so heavy that he could not be affected, probably because he had also realized similar sword intent and could kill them together with the resentment of these creatures.

When this resentment was removed, Chen Lian felt relieved. He felt even more embarrassed by the tricks of the blood-clothed boy. He could actually use the resentment of the creature to invade his body and use the magic power in his body to defeat him.

Of course, the person Chen Lian killed might have been set up by the boy in blood in advance. After his death, the resentment of the creature sneaked into Chen Lian's body with the will of the boy in blood, making him unable to notice it for the time being.

Everything cannot happen out of thin air. If you understand this, Chen Lian also has some clue in his heart, but he just doesn't understand why that person did this.

At the same time, the Blood-Changing Divine Sword was actually related to the sword intent of the ancestor Yuanqing, which made Chen Lian feel even more puzzled. It was obviously the essence of the Blood-Changing Divine Sword, which activated the magic intention and transformed the sword intent, and finally got Chen Lian.

Chen Jianmei should have left this magical meaning to Chen Lian, or if anyone from Qingxuan came to Chen Lian was not sure whether Chen Jianmei had expected today's situation or did it casually.

The viewing door opened slowly, and Qianmo gently waved his wings, and there was an airflow that opened the viewing door.

The cold snow is flying, and the mountains are cold, which is really the place where Taoism is purified.

Chen Lian saw Xiao Xunfei going out and was always looking for food. It was indeed an early bird, looking for food for other birds.

Last night, I seemed to consume a lot of money on Qianmo. Even if I woke up, I was sick and leaned against the threshold, listless.

Although Chen Lian's magic power had not been fully recovered, he did not look like he could see the bottom of the situation. When he waved his hand, he felt like a clear stream of Taixu's spirit fell in front of Qianmo. Then the guy finally showed some excitement, opened his mouth, and sucked it into his mouth, revealing his satisfaction.

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