Chapter 3 Demon

This is a Yu full of strong colors and rich sounds. It is like a thin color juice, freely sprinkled. It is a manic angry beast, venting exuberant energy.

However, it is too far from Jiang Chen's imagination of a paradise-like divine world.

In front of this universe, there is an overwhelming sky vine. The crystal clear vines are like a huge and impenetrable net, sealing the universe. The occasional leakage of Yu's power made him frightened, unable to hold himself, and he couldn't even breathe.

"This is not Yu." Wang Shu suddenly said, "This is the heaven!"

Jiang Chen woke up that if the divine world is a universe and the cloud world is a universe, then there must be a heavenly rave between two different universes. Otherwise, they would have torn each other apart and collapsed and exploded long ago.

"It turned out to be a sway." Jiang Chen was stunned. Opposite this violent and gorgeous heaven, is it the legendary divine world? Even so, how can I go over it?

Wang Shu said calmly, "If you could cross the rave, will you go? Leave everything and what you pursue. Will you go?

Jiang Chen was stunned and stood for a long time.

Life is not an individual after all, nor can it be an individual. At the same time, the graceful dance postures suddenly appeared in my mind, reflecting the thousands of meteors in front of the sky. The true essence of the nine-character formulas of roll, crack, bomb, break, seal, transformation, entanglement, thorn, entanglement, and balance seem to turn into charm and dance, and the eight visions are reborn and completely integrated with the magic fetus.

The dark breath circulates in the body, and the profit and loss cycle is complete. The divine meteorology full of vitality is like a part of the spiritual vine in the sky. It is no longer traction and absorbed by it, and can easily reach any branch of it and enter and exit freely.

At the peak of the ethereal state of mind and full of spirit, several secret arts and armored martial arts that have not been successfully practiced have also been completed and suddenly penetrated.

There are thousands of wonders in front of us, magnificent, and the spirit of the sky is full of vitality. It is a rare and wonderful place to practice. It's a pity to miss it. With a little hesitation, Jiang Chen put down everything and devoted himself to practicing all kinds of unfinished spells. Compared with the changing celestial phenomena, guided by the breath of divine knowledge and eight elephants, the entry is like a broken embroidery, and the rapid and successful deeds are complete.

Jiang Chen performed a brand-new eight-elephant skill, calmly left the sky spiritual vine, entered the cloud cave, and with the help of the stabbing formula, the god unknowingly appeared under the Guanya stage.

" Mr. Jiang, where have you been?" The cold voice of Elder Huangli came from afar.

"Walk around and don't want to get lost." Jiang Chen shrugged his shoulders and looked left and right, "Is the comparison between the head of Mingyang and the elders of the Heavenly Palace over? Who won? Alas, I missed a once-in-a-lifetime good play.

Huangli looked at me for a moment and said, "Mr. Jiang is a good way. Thousands of elders of Bodhiyuan searched thousands of miles, but they couldn't find you. In order to wait for you and delay the test, the head of Mingyang left in front of a cup of tea and just arrived at the Heavenly Palace. Mr. Jiang, you are blessed with your eyes.

Jiang Chen laughed and rode the moon goose to the Heavenly Palace under the lead of the bream. After flying for more than half an hour, the breeze suddenly gave birth to a little chill. Later, the breeze was as sharp as a sword, leaving the skin faintly painful. The moon sky wild geese suddenly screamed, as if they were cut by invisible sword gas and broken into pieces of light feathers.

Urgently applying Yu Taoism, Jiang Chen stabilized his body and stared at the magnificent palace that vaguely appeared in the distance. Zheng-zheng-zheng", the clear sound of the gold iron rubbing the stone sounded, like a sharp sword stabbing the heart, unparalleled sharp. It was like a sonorous drum beating, which shocked people's hearts.

"Wow", the clouds floating in the sky scattered into white catkins in an instant. Although he couldn't see it, his consciousness clearly sensed that at the end of the palace, a sword was slowly fading away the dust, revealing his invincible sharpness!

The gas is everywhere, covering thousands of miles of the Heavenly Palace. Jiang Chen had to eat the sword spirit of his bones.

"The Elder of Heavenly Palace?" Jiang Chen looked at the eolk inquiringly.

The eoll nodded and jumped lightly in mid-air, giving birth to a colorful somersault cloud under his feet. The clouds were constantly pulled by the sword, as if they would crack and dissipate at any time.

The Heavenly Penal Palace has a total of eighteen heavenly palaces. Along the way, each heaven has turned into a high mountain, endless abyss, surging evil water and a raging sea of fire. All of them are extremely dangerous and killing places. People with poor mana will palpitate even if they look at it a few times, and it is difficult to control themselves.

"18 Heavenly Que implies the principle of heavenly punishment, which is fascinating and shocking, and the killing is amazing. Mr. Lin's mind did not fluctuate at all, which is worthy of being the first rising star in the cloud world. Huangli looked at Jiang Chen with a little surprise.

"Has the battle between the head of Ming and the elders of the Heavenly Palace begun?" Jiang Chen avoided the topic of eoll. Compared with that violent and brilliant heaven, the eighteen heavens are like a little witch, which is nothing at all. Of course, he who has practiced in front of the heavens will not be affected by the scene in front of him.

"The prince doesn't need to be anxious. He hasn't done it yet." A simple jade charm flew out of the erri's sleeve. The jade charm emitted a soft blue-white halo, and the eighteen heavens kept shaking, and the stormy murderous atmosphere gradually calmed down.

"I'm afraid the mana of the Penal Palace is not under Fanmo, is it?" Jiang Chen asked tentatively, and the heavenly punishment had not yet taken action. It urges such a fierce and invincible sword spirit. If you really do it, I don't know how amazing the scene will be. If he were a real person in Mingyang, he could only attack and break the other party's rising sword spirit at this moment. Only then can we turn passive into active. Otherwise, when the heavenly punishment reaches its peak, it can only sit back and wait for death.

Surprisingly, Jiang Chen has never sensed the air machine of Mingyang's real action.

"The two people's practices are different, and it is difficult to compare." The phrole replied smoothly, and the jade charm suddenly split into a shining rain of light and embedded in the sky one after another. "Boom", the eighteen heavens slowly turned into eighteen magnificent underground palace doors and opened again.

"Jade charm? It turns out that Elder Huang is still an incantation. Jiang Chen stared at the splashing light and rain and meditated secretly. The spell power of the thin silk changes infinitely with the flashing light spots. It contains at least a dozen different spells.

"I don't have such ability." Huang hesitated for a moment and said, "This is a pass issued by the elders of the Palace of Heaven."

Jiang Chen was quite surprised, and the heavenly punishment was not only invincible. Unexpectedly, he is proficient in spells, and the decisive battle between him and Mingyang Zhenren must be extremely wonderful. Jiang Chen couldn't help speeding up and rushing forward.

In each palace door, there are countless elders guarding. Unlike the sitting elders of the Bodhi Academy, the elders of the Heavenly Palace wear different ancient war crowns, wear brilliant and strange armor, hold colorful magic weapons and sharp weapons, and keep moving and waving for a moment, as if they are fighting with the invisible enemy. For a while. There was a thunderous sound around, and the treasure light splashed and murderous.

"Is this the practice method of the elders of the Heavenly Palace? It's really unique." Jiang Chen pondered, "Is Tian Xing Palace practicing Taoism in war to kill health?"

"Good eyesight." Huang took a deep look at Jiang Chen. Today's cloud world is chaotic. Mr. Jiang is such a talented person, so he has to distinguish right from wrong and know how to choose.

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "The old saying. Those who know the current affairs are handsome. Yunfu Island ordered the cloud world, and people expected it. Naturally, they will not do stupid things against the current.

The horny showed a satisfied look on his face and led him into the last palace door. The surroundings suddenly darkened, and the dark boulders were built into a closed corridor. At the end was a magnificent hall, hundreds of feet wide and thousands of feet high, emitting a cold atmosphere.

The sword came like a huge wave.

A man knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and his long silver fell on his face, as if he didn't notice them coming in at all. In front of his knees, there was a dark sword stone. The man pinched his hands, as if holding a tangible sword, and focused on sharpening the sword. Every friction, the grinding sword stone sounded loudly, and the sword spirit broke out of the air and was invincible, giving people the illusion that there was a peerless sword on the grinding stone.

There is no doubt that the person who sharpens the sword is the punishment of heaven! A foot away from him, Mingyang Zhenren held the pip in his arms and stood elegantly.

Yuntian stood on the periphery with his hands on his hands, watching the two confront each other, as if thinking. In mid-air, the watch platform was suddenly suspended, and Fan Mo stood faceless on the side. At this time, Guanyatai is like a cloud and hazy. Jiang Chen was shocked. Guanyatai was clearly in the Bodhi inner courtyard. Why did another one appear here?

"Kid, why are you here now? Where are you fooling around?" He waved to Jiang Chen with a smile, "Don't look silly. This is the Guanyatai split made by Elder Fan with the aura of Guanyatai. Why don't you come up quickly so as not to be affected by the sword gas."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, and the artifacts can also be refined into a split? Yunfu Island's unique learning is really different. No wonder the Guanyatai in front of us is a little different from the Bodhiyuan. After a little hesitation, Jiang Chen refused to be faceless and walked to the corner of the hall alone.

The huangqi also retreated to the side like Jiang Chen. Watching the battle on the watch platform is like watching the fire through the fog. Although it is easy and safe, it will not be affected by the momentum of both sides, but it also loses the opportunity to hone itself. Only by personally involved in dangerous places and the core of the deep battle can we truly understand the essence of this war, understand the realm of the master of returning to the ruins, and lay the foundation for Jiang Chen's future breakthrough.

Jiang Chen knows that if he can't reach the realm of returning to the ruins next year, the top of the Forbidden City will be his burial place. Although Yuntian promised not to kill him at the beginning, he would not easily let Jiang Chen go.

"Gang-bang-dong", the sound of sharpening the sword is getting louder and louder, and the ears are like exploding continuous thunder, hitting the mind heavily, and ordinary people will even be directly split by the roar of the sword. The bystanders are still like this, and the real person in Mingyang can be imagined.

Until this moment, Mingyang Zhenren still did not move, allowing the other party's sword spirit to push higher than the waves. Jiang Chen was secretly puzzled. Mingyang is not Yuntian, and he will not wait for the other party to use the strongest hand before destroying it. There must be a reason why he is willing to be passive.

The sound was endless, and I suddenly realized that the action of heavenly punishment had never stagnated at all. The sword-grinding posture perfectly integrates with the sound, driving the strange rhythm, layer by layer, endless. No matter when Mingyang real people take action, they will fall into the rhythm of sharpening their swords and be dragged and beaten.

Jiang Chen immediately woke up. No wonder Mingyang stood still. It was clear that he had to wait for the other party to show his flaws before giving a blow. Break the rhythm of heavenly punishment in one fell swoop. The same. If the real person in Mingyang can't successfully interrupt the rhythm of the other party, he will have to welcome the shocking sword to reach the peak of the heavenly punishment.

"Boom", the sound of sharpening the sword continues to rise, and in an instant it is like a dragon. In a trance. A bright sword rolled in, and it was cold all over the hall. At the same time, Mingyang's real fingertip brushed the pipa, and the string was clear, just hitting the aftertray of the sound of sharpening the sword, and the rushing sword spirit was cut off in an instant.

Jiang Chen couldn't help cheering for Mingyang's real person at the right time. Next, it was time for him to counterattack.

Ding Dong. Mingyang's real hand waved four strings, and the rubia sound was like mercury, sprinkling and continuous. The sound of sharpening the sword was pressed in an instant.

"There is going to be an accident in Mingyang!" Wang Shu suddenly said.

Jiang Chen is puzzled. Now that the situation has reversed, Mingyang is taking the initiative. Why did Wang Shu say this?

Wang Shu said, "The sound of sharpening the sword of Tian Xing is hidden behind the back hand. The high rhythm is strong and continuous, and the aftertense has a special turning point. It should be the lure of the pipa sound of Mingyang."

Sure enough, no matter how vast the sound of the pipa is, the sound of sharpening the sword is always like a slender silk thread, weak and continuous. On the surface, it seems that Mingyang has the upper hand, but if you listen carefully, you seem to be led by the sound of sharpening the sword. As the sound of sharpening the sword changed from light to heavy, Pipa had to rise with the boat, as if a giant dragon was tied by a rope, rushing left and right, struggling hard.

Wang Shu smiled and said, "That's right. In terms of music theory, I am the first master in the cloud world. Alas, it's so cold that there is no place to find a bosom friend.

Jiang Chen suddenly said, "The sword spirit just now is also an illusion deliberately created by Tian Xing?"

Wang Shu said, "The sword spirit of heavenly punishment has reached the point of virtuality and reality. If Mingyang real person cuts off the sword spirit, then it is a virtual image. If you don't resist, it will turn into a real sword spirit.

Jiang Chen thought bitterly, "It can't be blocked, and it can't be blocked. Isn't it a dilemma?"

Wang Shu shook his head and said, "Only break it with the 'middle view'."

Jiang Chenqi said, "What is 'middle view'?"

Wang Shu said sulyly, "I don't know much either. I occasionally heard the master talk about it. When you arrive at Guixu Dacheng, you will probably understand.

At this time, the sound of sharpening the sword changed from light to heavy, from repeated hundreds of times, completely suppressing the pipa sound. The sound seemed to shrink into a small snake, and the more depressed it became, the rope that trapped it became a heavy iron chain.

The situation has completely turned to heavenly punishment. Unless Mingyang has a real sword, the disadvantage will gradually turn into success or failure. However, once the sword is issued, it means the failure of the first round of confrontation and has an adverse shadow on the mood of Mingyang Zhenren.

With a "tun la" sound, Mingyang Zhenren's clothes were cut by the stirring sword spirit. Jiang Chen suddenly felt strange that the heavenly punishment grinding sword should not only dominate the rhythm, but also constantly urge the virtual and real sword spirit. How can the cycle continue endlessly? Even Yuntian can't suppress Mingyang.

With this thought, Jiang Chen's divine consciousness extended outward, trying to sense the air-machine fluctuation of Tian Xing. As the divine consciousness wandered, he suddenly met another huge divine consciousness. Under the frontal collision, a slight pain came from Jiang Chen's mind and silently observed the source of this divine consciousness, which turned out to be Yuntian. The two looked at each other, their consciousness quietly staggered, and they knew each other's intentions.

"Ceng", Mingyang's real finger suddenly hooked out and broke a pipa string. The harsh sound suddenly cut through the sound of sharpening the sword, and Mingyang Zhenren hit the banana ground finger in the dense rain, taking advantage of the hard-won gasp opportunity to forcibly fight with the sound of sharpening the sword.

After half of the incense, the sound of sharpening the sword pressed the pipa sound again. As a last resort, Mingyang Zhenren broke a wax string again and struggled to support the decline. Jiang Chen shook his head secretly. It was not a way to go on like this. When the four strings were broken, it was too late for Mingyang to recover his defeat.

A rolling sword wave rises, like a river pouring down, shining the dark stone as white as day. Second, Tian Xing took the initiative to urge the sword spirit and cut off the third pipa string. It is clear that he wants to kill all of them and strangle Mingyang's real counterattack in the cradle.

At this time, Jiang Chen's divine consciousness suddenly sensed the subtle fluctuations on the sword stone. Look at it with the secret art of mirror pupil. The surface of the dull stone is faintly floating with dark lines, the dark lines are mysterious and deep, and the lines are complex and difficult to distinguish, as if following some kind of heaven and earth to flow slowly. He realized that the movement and sound of the heavenly sword and the dark lines on the grinding stone maintained the same rhythm.

In an instant. It's like looking at the clouds and seeing the sun, Jiang Chen's Mao suddenly opened. Tian Xing used the supreme mysterious method and skillfully used the dark lines on the grinding sword stone to drive the sound and sword spirit. It seemed that he was taking action, but in fact, he only fully waved the physical nature of the grinding stone! It is really amazing that Heavenly Punishment can swing a dead object to such a vivid level.

Everything in the world has physical properties. Heavenly punishment has mastered the essence of physical nature and melts itself with foreign objects. Thus, everything is used for him. In other words. No matter where the decisive battle is, Tian Xing's advantage in terms of land is unmatched, and it can make full use of the surrounding environment to attack opponents.

The fourth pipa string suddenly broke! The harsh sound waves are like sharp arrows that drill into the grinding stone.

The last moment. Mingyang Zhenren finally turned the tide and saw through the mystery of his opponent. The dark lines on the grinding stone are cracked and can no longer flow. The sound of sharpening the sword was forced to be interrupted, and the sword spirit in the sky was like a headless fly, running around.

"Not bad." Tian Xing slowly raised his head, and the shining silver spread back, revealing an old and withered face.

Jiang Chen was shocked, and Tian Xing's face was full of dense wrinkles and color spots, and the folds of the draped flesh skin were layer by layer. Like a piece of paper being kneaded into a ball. Doodle on it again. His ears are sharp and long, and his foreheads are slightly raised with two pale yellow dots.

"He is not a human!" Wang Shu shouted in surprise, "Heavenly punishment is a shemale!"

Jiang Chen was stunned. The elder of the Heavenly Penal Palace. It turned out to be a shemale!

Hold your hands and push them out gently. Heavenly punishment is suspended. The sword spirit of the hall was like a swallow falling into the forest, shooting at the surrounding stone walls one after another. The dark lines on the stone wall immediately flowed. In an instant, the huge palace turned into a surging sword tide and rushed to the real person of Mingyang.