The three of them only stuck in the formation for two or three breaths, and the technique of the hibiscus suddenly changed, and what was originally stimulated was a slightly black aura, but suddenly it turned into a black whirlpool of time in an instant.
Zhang Xiaohan knew that Hibiscus was powerful, and she had seen him take away the endless years of Ayasu's dreams with a whirlpool of years, but it was just a whirlpool of years, and when Hibiscus was turning, she knew what he wanted to do, she just didn't think that the years of practice could still be used like this.
Hundreds of black whirlpools flew out, spinning as if they were black and bewitching flowers, Zhang Xiaohan suddenly appeared in his mind a few words of the flowers of the years, as if these black flowers were in full bloom, drawing endless years, and suddenly remembered his own experience, the feeling of being strong and weak.
The black whirlpool of time submerged into the node of the formation, and the red flames that rose at first disappeared with the rotation of the black whirlpool, and the moment it bloomed, the blood-red flames carried black threads.
The spiritual power was cut off, and it was the same hundreds of years of whirlpool, which once again isolated the spiritual power, and the black aura extended to the past, welcoming the blood-red spiritual power, and the same flame burned again, and the recovery of the spiritual power line of the entire formation finally came to a complete standstill Zhang Xiaohan's eyes narrowed slightly, and it could be seen without calculating that under the two rounds of attacks, the hibiscus delayed the repair of this formation for at least one breath.
The time of one breath seems to be short, but in the formation that cannot be repaired, the time of this breath is very long, enough for Song Chensha and Zhang Xiaohan to send out three to five more rounds of attacks.
No one will be able to seize such an opportunity, Zhang Xiaohan and Song Chensha's aura attacks pressed over like a sea of mountains, countless flames bloomed on the stone gate at the same time, Mu Hibiscus's face turned slightly pale, and he retreated, actually withdrawing from the attack on the stone gate formation cracking.
There is only one chance, but once is enough, after a breath, the blood-red aura on the stone gate flows again, but the formation has been hit hard, and the node has been destroyed to the fifth layer, as long as the existing attack can be guaranteed, the destruction of the formation is only sooner or later.
Mu Hibiscus only adjusted the time of less than a breath, and continued to attack, although it was just an ordinary attack, without the power of years, but for this strange formation, it broke the balance of formation repair, as long as the attack fell in the right position, it was enough.
It's just a half-quarter of an hour attack, except for the hibiscus, the mana consumed is not very large, but this kind of attack under subtle control is easy to make people anxious, as if the formation can not only prevent the monk from entering, but also control the monk's mind.
Song Chensha is the most able to control his emotions on weekdays, but as the destruction of the formation approaches, he is becoming more and more unable to suppress the restlessness of the Zhuxian Bow and the Zhuxian Sword, and such restlessness has also affected Zhang Xiaohan.
It is said that after signing the soul contract, the mind of the servant of the contract cannot affect the owner of the contract, but Song Chensha's uneasiness, the instability of the Zhuxian Bow and the Zhuxian Sword are all transmitted to Zhang Xiaohan's Zhihai, as if the Zhuxian Bow and the Zhuxian Sword were originally practiced by Zhang Xiaohan himself.
It's not the weirdness of the formation, or the weirdness of the things that have been suppressed in the stone gate, just when there is only the last layer of formation nodes left, Zhang Xiaohan subconsciously slowed down the rhythm of cracking the formation, and the last layer of blood-red spiritual power lines and spiritual power nodes are evenly and completely arranged on the stone gate.
Song Chensha's shot was also suppressed by Zhang Xiaohan, but he suddenly found that he couldn't control the Zhuxian Bow and Zhuxian Sword, this strange feeling only appeared once, that is, when he encountered the owner of the Zhuxian Sword in the Nether Magic Forbidden Land, that time, it was not so much a shocking battle between him and another monk, but a battle between the Zhuxian Bow and the Zhuxian Sword, and at this moment, that feeling appeared again, so strong that he couldn't control it at all.
His complexion was still peaceful, as if he didn't notice anything strange in his body at all, and his shot still matched the rhythm of Zhang Xiaohan's suppression, so that Shimen's formation still retained the last layer, but at the bottom of his heart, a coolness quietly gave birth to it, occupying his body and mind little by little.
His hands were still playing spells, but his divine consciousness gradually lost control of his body under the invasion of this coolness, and his divine consciousness and mind seemed to be driven by the coldness, surrounded by the sea of consciousness, and before he could react, he had become a puppet of his body.
Divine consciousness looked inside, he saw everything in the body, the Yuan Infant of the Dantian had a faint sadness and tranquility, the essence of the Yuan Infant was dissipating from the Yuan Baby, dissipating in the dantian little by little, and the Zhuxian Bow and Zhuxian Sword occupying a corner of the dantian were eager to try.
Probably not a single monk in the entire immortal cultivation world has the opportunity to see his Yuan Infant dissipate like this and be devoured by the sacrificial magic weapon, and no monk will be sacrificed by his own magic weapon in turn, Song Chensha did not expect that when he finally waited for this day, he would be in such a state, he would be so calm.
From the moment Zhu Xiangong chose him, he knew that there would be such a day, and he would have a trace of happiness in his psychology at this time, glad that he had signed the contract before.
He withdrew his inner sense, looked at the stone gate under his feet, and the formation that he shouldn't have seen, he wanted to look sideways at Zhang Xiaohan, this female cultivator who had been involved with him all his life.
It was the nun he had cared about all his life.
The handshake when they met for the first time, he still remembered that her frightened eyes turned into gratitude, and turned into a little girl who was attached to Wangyue City, walking towards him step by step, turning into a breeze under the concealment technique.
She made him tea, brewed spiritual wine for him, and gave him the elixir she had obtained with her life, she looked at her and smiled, attachment and worship, the innocence and admiration that had been little by little disappeared in the white clouds in the peak of the Ancient Dan Sect Master, and once again appeared, it was the indifference in the Xiannong Cave Mansion.
For that indifference, he entered the Linglong Immortal Tower, for that indifference, he stayed in the magic forbidden land for hundreds of years, for that indifference, he let the Zhuxian Bow refine him, just to be able to stand by her side, one day.
He just wanted to see her again.
He gave up the control of his body by his divine sense, and let the Zhuxian Bow and Zhuxian Sword dominate his body, and he also gave up the resistance of his divine sense, just wanting to remember her appearance at this last moment, when she was young and old.
But he couldn't turn around, he couldn't look at it for the last time, he sighed softly, in the depths of his consciousness, he wanted to leave the last bit of memory, countless memory fragments emerged, all her faces, but these memory fragments dissipated extremely quickly when he recalled, even if he gave up everything, he couldn't leave the last bit of thought.
He quietly looked at the memory in the distance, looked at the memory in his own sea of knowledge, looked at everything in the blank, and also looked at himself who was gradually moving away, the once earth-shattering arrow, the former jade tree in the wind, the once gazing at everything in the memory of the blank, in the sea of knowledge, suddenly appeared the last scene, a pair of hands held together, an adult and a child's hand.
"Master, you are my master" "It's called Master."
It seems that the wind and clouds have dispelled all the memories, but the last pair of hands that shook hands turned out to be the final freeze-frame picture, and a thick sadness suddenly appeared in Song Chensha's eyes, and the sadness of this moment actually passed the contract and was transmitted to Zhang Xiaohan's heart.
Zhang Xiaohan looked sideways, Song Chensha's silhouette was as handsome as ever, his head looked down slightly, his eyes stared at the stone gate under his feet, and his long eyelashes hit a circle of shadow wings, Zhang Xiaohan suddenly realized that she seemed to be looking at Song Chensha carefully for the first time, at this moment, her heart trembled, and the sadness transmitted from Song Chensha seemed to erode her.
His eyes blurred, as if tears were about to flow out, so that Song Chensha's figure was blurred.
The red flame suddenly rose, and in a trance, Zhang Xiaohan's shot sped up, as if everyone's shot had accelerated, and the first bright blood-red flame flashed the last dazzling red light, and the blood-red spiritual light receded from the white and flawless stone door, and the red light in the space disappeared suddenly.
"Boom" It seemed to be a distant thunder coming, but the sound of thunder was clearly under the feet, the white stone door was shaking, and a small gap suddenly appeared.
The golden light in the gap suddenly appeared, so dazzling that it seemed impossible to look at directly, and another golden light appeared in a more powerful turn, just outside the stone gate, between Zhang Xiaohan and Mu Hibiscus, time seemed to stand still at this moment, only the opening of the stone gate was not hindered by the passage of time.
It seemed to be extremely slow, as if the stone gate was overwhelmed, and the rumbling thunder continued to appear, and the dazzling golden light became more and more intense.
Zhang Xiaohan looked at Song Chensha in a daze, looked at his silhouette in a daze, and looked at the blurred silhouette in a daze, a golden big bow appeared.
This is an incomplete bow, only the bow body and no bowstring, but such an incomplete bow, but it shows an extremely perfect state, which is fascinating, Zhang Xiaohan looked at this bow, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and a few words suddenly appeared in the divine thoughts.
Zhu Xian is in the world, and the true spirit is catastrophic These words come to the face through the distant time and space, and the distant memory is fixed on the perfect and incomplete Zhuxian bow in front of me, and the roar of the stone door opening seems to be the dubbing of these words, and it also seems to be the perfect prelude to these eight big words.
A long rope of golden light flew towards this longbow, the bow body of the longbow trembled excitedly, the long rope was wrapped around the bow body, as if the long-lost lover couldn't help but be happy, the long rope slid across the bow body, rowed to the end of the longbow, and climbed in mid-air, with endless joy as if it was a long bridge across time and space, when connected to the opposite bank, it became one with the Zhuxian bow.
The "Hum" bowstring trembled slightly, making a dragon-like sound of joy, and a golden long sword that had been ignored suddenly approached, and the moment it approached the Zhuxian Bow, it turned into a golden long arrow.
It seems to be a blink of an eye, in hundreds of thousands of years or more, this moment is a blink of an eye, but in Zhang Xiaohan's attention, it seems to be a long, long time, so long that she has forgotten the time.
In my memory, that sunny smiling face seemed far, far away, too far to reach.
She stretched out her hand impulsively, not knowing whether she wanted to touch the smile in her memory or to touch the Zhuxian Bow, but at the moment when she stretched out her hand, the Zhuxian Bow suddenly turned into a little golden light and disappeared from front of her eyes.
The faint sound of thunder suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, there was a joyful dragon roar, and the Zhuxian bow that suddenly appeared in front of them, and in the space where the two people stood stiffly, there was only the soft glimmer of the white stone door.
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In an inner city compound in the distant Nine Domains Continent, in a quiet room, a middle-aged monk was contemplating something, ten thousand years of time did not seem to have left any traces on his body, he still looked as majestic as ten thousand years ago, and only when there was no one, indifference would appear between his eyebrows and eyes.
Suddenly, a few golden stars appeared in front of him, and his gaze fell on these golden lights, and the golden starlight gradually increased and brightened, and the entire meditation room was dyed golden by this starry golden light.
His eyes flickered slightly, the corners of his mouth pulled up a little smile, the starlight flickered, gradually gathered, and in an instant converged the supreme brilliance, and a perfect golden longbow appeared in front of him.
Yan Dao looked at the longbow that shimmered with golden light, and slowly stretched out his hand, which he had been waiting for for a long time.
His hand slowly stretched out, holding the longbow, and the familiar feeling of the tentacles made him recall a long memory in an instant.
"Master, you are my master" "It's called Master."
Yan Dao's hand was tightly clenched on the longbow, just like the one he held ten thousand years ago, and the longbow trembled slightly, and then became docile.
Zhang Xiaohan and Mu Hibiscus were stunned outside the stone gate, looking at the place where the Void Longbow had disappeared, their eyes met, and then they looked at the wide open stone gate.
The stone gate was empty, just like the space outside the stone gate, as if there had never been a person like Song Chensha here, and there had never been a Zhuxian bow.
Zhang Xiaohan's fingers quickly sketched in the space, a drop of essence blood floated out of the sea of knowledge, the essence blood submerged into the forehead of Mu Hibiscus, a contract turned into a spiritual light and dissipated, Zhang Xiaohan's hand stopped in mid-air, she didn't know whether to continue to sketch or what to do, there was no subtle change in her expression in her aging complexion, and there was no trace of brilliance in her cloudy eyes.
"The contract is still there," Hibiscus hesitated.
Zhang Xiaohan stared at Mu Hibiscus, Mu Hibiscus only felt that Zhang Xiaohan's line of sight seemed to be cut off by something, Zhang Xiaohan was obviously looking at him, but it was as if he was looking at someone else.
"I don't know," Zhang Xiaohan hesitated, "The contract is still there, but the essence blood and divine consciousness are all gone." ” Zhang Xiaohan slowly lowered his hand, and his eyes finally fell on Mu Hibiscus's eyes: "I seem to be able to feel the existence of the Zhuxian Bow, or it's not the Zhuxian Bow, it's Song Chensha." ” An indescribable atmosphere appeared in the space outside the stone gate, and the disappearance of the people who were still in the space just now made everything seem less real, and after a while, Mu Hibiscus hesitated again: "Song Daoyou, is he still there?"
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