Chapter 67 Enjoy the mountain and moon

The sand of the Ganges, the monk, the world is infinite, incredible, and countless. In the backyard of Shen Mansion, the goose eggs paved the road, one after another of the stone mountains are ferocious. Under the mountain, there is a dark water prison, one of which is distributed seven cells like the above.

Except for the torture room that was used as a prisoner for torture when sitting in Wuyou, which was full of various kinds of torture tools, the other rooms were arranged in the same way, with four cold walls and faint iron windows. At this time, Qin Xuehan and three or four servants were in the room called his execution room, and the previous Jiuhua jumped in and went to nothing. A large number of rooms, between his house, are still separated by two incredible and countless rooms.

In fact, the ancestor of Xiaoyao and the son used to lay out a six-knowledge Dingjia array here in the past. The trapped person is a book. The demon is the Yin Tiantong who has cultivated a spiritual body and is difficult to eliminate. The book is the treasure book of immortal cultivation over there. Under the painstaking efforts of Xiaoyao's ancestor, in fact, he used the changes of time and space to arrange a total of 14 rooms here.

The seven rooms have been gradually getting old despite the change of time, and are exposed to the world, and the corresponding seven rooms are not rotated with time and space, no new or old, and no change.

Now there is a fight between Jiuyang Zhenren and Wang Qisheng's ghost body, and the true spirit struggle inspired this change. On the other hand, Qi Miao entered here with Xiaoyao Order. The Xiaoyao Order is the key to controlling this array, but he can't use it, which also makes these 14 rooms appear repeatedly. Everyone's skills are lost and recovered. For a moment, I fell into a tanglement.

Now Qin Xuehan asked himself and Qi Miao from everyone before entering the water prison. Many of the stories that happened in it were too late to sigh for a moment, but he saw a loud noise, and the neighboring left wall was shocked with a dust smoke and condensed into a palm print.

"This is someone who is trying to break through this wall and enter his own room..." Qin Xuehan was shocked and hurriedly called, "Everyone retreat to the corner..."

He didn't have time to ask these people to hide, and heard a roar. Half of the wall of his house collapsed. Everyone was caught off guard. They only felt that the shocked gravel and bricks turned into a rainstorm and smashed at everyone. Qin Xuehan was shocked, that the ink sword came out and swept out a breath of ink. Rowing among the flying rocks.

I saw that the ink was thick, and its meaning was melted. The random stones that collided with a strong palm were blocked by his sword spirit.

At this time, the smoke was like a thick fog. In the vast room, a cold light quietly flashed. From the broken mouth of the collapsed wall, a sword was handed out, silent and windless, like lightning, and like a sudden light, rushing to Qin Xuehan's heart.

Qin Xuehan was shocked. His previous move was to relieve everyone's difficulties, but he was attacked with one move in the air, and there was no time to be prepared. Originally, he still had a trace of doubt about what Jiuhua Zhenren did. Although he did not stick to the demons, he thought that since the other party was also the right way, he could not kill him as soon as they met. However, at this time, the true spirit in this sword was clearly the Taoist holy spirit that had been fought before. The other party's sword roared softly, and it was also clearly the Jingtian sword inlaid with beautiful jade.

"This Taoist priest is really a fierce method..." Qin Xuehan had no time to block it, so he had to quickly retreat. However, in this small room, where could he retreat? He saw an old Taoist priest jumping out of the fog, with contempt, and his sword was chasing him in the wind.

Having said that, the cell is small, and it is difficult for him to avoid the other party's sneak attack. At this time, he is cold and carefully grasping the other party's figure. He wanted to stop the injury this week, but there was no whisper of blood dripping except for the wind.

Although the room was quiet, only a few people were afraid to hide in the corner and dared not make a sound.

Jiuhua Yuguang swept through these servants, but did not take action against them. He said to himself that any of his flaws and a sword may lead to a sneak attack by the swordsman. Although he was not afraid, it was difficult to retreat completely.

At this time, the cell was freed from a struggle and suddenly fell into silence. Jiuhua waited left and right. Before waiting for Qin Xuehan's sudden blow, he simply closed his eyes and hung the Jingtian sword on the ground, looking like a master.

The night is flowing, the light and shadow are not shaking, and there is no murderous atmosphere. Suddenly, a sword suddenly stretched out from the oblique back of Jiuhua Zhenren. The thick ink color is melting in the darkness. This sword has no sense of light and is quietly handed out. It is no different. At the moment when the sword is about to stab Jiuhua Zhenren, Jiuhua Zhenren suddenly raised his hand and passed through the heavenly sword. With a swish, the colorful light broke through the sky and stabbed into the thick ink behind the slope.

With a bang, it was the sound made when the sword entered the meat. After a few ticks, the red blood flowed along the bright sword body of the Tianjian and dyed the ruby on it more red for a moment.

The thick blood floated through everyone's noses. Qin Xuehan in the dark suddenly swallowed a mouthful of water and asked with difficulty, "How do you know..."

"Although there is no murder, there is a chill..." Jiuhua smiled and said, "Your swordsmanship has not yet reached the realm of transformation..."

A little cold, who else can feel that Jiuhua is so calm...

"That's right..." The voice in the dark suddenly became reserved and suddenly said, "This is the bait that Qin led you to the bait..."

"Hm?" Jiuhua was shocked and suddenly saw that the thick darkness behind him slammed away, and it was empty. He looked at the sky in his hand again, and the blood on it had long disappeared, and the other party's condensed ink sword had long disappeared in front of him, as if he had waved his sword in a dream.

The dream suddenly woke up, and Jiuhua stared. He saw that the air wave in front of him seemed to be lifted. A man jumped high from the hidden void and waved a sword. The black light broke through the sky. He held the sword in his left hand. The sword had long been old, and the other party was like a broken bamboo. How to avoid this narrow room? .

This time, the two were in a different place, and their identities turned upside down. Qin Xuehan's eyes were round and his body was full of murderousness. Ordinary people felt it, like a needle piercing on the skin. Jiuhua looked at him sideways and shouted good in his heart. At this critical moment, suddenly, the Buddha's light on his right hand was as if the ninth white lotus bloomed, a From then on, the golden shining sword poked out of his right sleeve and lit three golden lights at the moment of lightning.

Qin Xuehan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party had a second sword. He didn't expect that the other party's Buddhist cultivation was so pure that it could even be comparable to his Taoist cultivation. At this time, like a strange soldier, it suddenly used it as if he had doubled his power.

Seeing these three golden lights chasing the wind, Qin Xuehan's first move was lost and was forced to die.