World of Cultivation: Version 361 Childhood Wishes
Wishfulness as a child
Yi Zheng God-shaped wolf howling.
The monk’s robe with cyan in his body is fragmented, his footsteps are sloppy, and there is no ritual style that is usually taught by the teacher. But at this time, who will take what etiquette seriously?
He didn’t think at all that once a normal task could not be more ordinary, but he got himself to this ghost place. Many times, he thought he had come to Buddhist Hell hell, which only appeared in the classics. Fortunately these years, his Cultivate is extremely hard, and with Eldest Senior Brother‘s careful guidance, although his combat effectiveness is not strong, but he is a steel bar, no one else.
Correct With his strong defense, he has survived in this vast mist.
He didn’t understand that Eldest Senior Brother wanted him Cultivate “Prajo Dhyana Body”, but now he realized the power of this Dhyana. He circulated in Sanskrit all over the circle, and the erosion power of Shamo did not contaminate him.
“No evil will invade … No evil will invade …”
Yi Zheng kept talking in his mouth, and sweat beads were clearly visible on the bright and clean head. It was only three days into this mist, but in these three days, he was frightened and terrified. He is Dhyana Cultivator, most sensitive to the evil Yin Fiend. But the mist in front of me is endless, the weight of fiendish energy is too incredible.
Except for the Buddhist Hell hell, Yi Zheng can’t think of it. What could be so fierce?
Fortunately, his Prajna Dhyana body, naturally restrained these evil things, although he was embarrassed, he was not injured. However, his heart did not dare to relax at all. In such a terrible place, even the classics in the martial arts had not been recorded, and the birth of the terrible thing was absolutely terrifying.
Demons and demons?
Don’t make a joke, Yi Zheng knows his weight. He hasn’t been injured yet, he thinks it is a miracle. Right now, he can only hope that the news of his disappearance will quickly spread to the martial arts, who will send someone to save themselves earlier. In fact, deep down in his heart, he also knew that hope was very slim.
They are only marginalized within the martial arts, and do n’t know how long they will disappear before the martial arts will react.
He thought of Eldest Senior Brother. As soon as he thought that he was not in the martial arts, Eldest Senior Brother was afraid of suffering more cold treatment in the future, and his mood immediately became somewhat low.
In the mist, he moved unconsciously.
After a short walk, suddenly there was a fierce fighting sound in front of him, Yi Zheng suddenly awakened, overjoyed, and ran to the sound with bare feet.
The sound of battle is getting clearer.
Soon, he saw a man fighting fiercely with a Evil Soul scorpion.
He approached be careful, and when he saw the scorpion clearly, he couldn’t help hissing and took a breath. With a figure of over three feet, a pair of giant chews like door panels, Yi Zheng only felt numbness in the scalp for a while. If they are swept by this pair of giant chews, even if they are like Dhyana, they will never be able to bear it.
My obediently Buddha!
Yi Zheng swallowed the saliva hard, his eyes seemed to be stuck and he couldn’t move. Not because of the power of the scorpion, but because of the weird scene.
The scorpion’s opponent is an Sword Cultivator. Although the Black Sword with a high chest is actually more like a saber knife, but the Yi Zheng can see at a glance that the other party is a Sword Cultivator, a very authentic Sword Cultivator.
powerful powerful Sword Cultivator!
Yi Zheng was shocked, he recognized the origin of this scorpion, fiend soul beast(s), this is a fiend soul beast(s), a ferocious creature bred from Shawu! He had been worried before that the terrible creatures born in this terrible land must be extraordinary, but when he saw this Evil Soul scorpion, he knew how fierce the terrible creatures born in this terrible land were. !!
If Yi Zheng is clear at this time, he must be pale and horrified, but at this time, his eyes are completely attracted by the weird battle in front of him.
Sword Cultivator looks sluggish, as if suffering from hysteria, slow movements, and indifferent eyes …
Every time you look at the giant stalk of Evil Soul scorpion, he will tear him in half, the slow movement of Sword Cultivator will suddenly become light, and the fierce stalk will be blocked by thrills. Sword Cultivator‘s stunned expression, his slow response, and the lightness and agility that suddenly showed no signs formed an extremely strong contrast, which felt weird.
Just a few glances, Yi Zheng only feels that its spiritual power is violently tumbling, and there are some signs of losing control. He couldn’t help but be horrified. If spiritual power is peaceful and upright, Dhyana Cultivator is blessed with advantages. Even if he just watched others fight, spiritual power would get out of control?
Yi Zheng simply urges the mind, so dare to re-focus on the field.
The signs that spiritual power is out of control are gone.
Yi Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, he re-focused on the one person and one scorpion in battle. Looking at it for a moment, the shock on his face was getting heavier and he looked at the Sword Cultivator like hell. He had previously thought that Sword Cultivator was in danger and could be destroyed at any time. Now after looking at the score, he was horrified to discover that between the Black Sword of this sword, there seems to be an invisible stickiness. The fierce Evil Soul scorpion is like a puppet dragged by countless thin lines, struggling in this invisible force.
Awesome sword essence!
Yi Zheng is completely unaware of sword essence of Sword Cultivator. At this time, he admires the strength of this Sword Cultivator. Sword Cultivator He hasn’t met before, but it’s the first time to see such a powerful Sword Cultivator. Moreover, the age of the other party does not seem to be much different from his own. Being so young, he has horrible strength. He must be a proud disciple of the Sword Cultivator martial arts.
Are you a disciple of Kun Lun?
Once the situation in the field is clear, Yi Zheng will not be in a hurry, thinking about how to say hello to the other party. He somewhat scratched his head. This was the first time he went down the mountain, and he had no experience at all.
However, in such a fierce and dangerous place, you can meet a Cultivator. Yi Zheng already thinks his luck is quite good.
After a while, the battle is not over yet, this time Yi Zheng sees something wrong.
Sword Cultivator‘s expression is confused, there is no sign of soberness.
Are …
Yi Zheng was daring and attentive. He moved for a while and waited for a moment. Seeing that the situation did not improve for the moment, he thought for a moment and suddenly began to whisper.
Countless pictures, gliding across Wei Sheng‘s eyes, glinting, but so clear.
Volunteers made at an early age, fearless and arduous pursuit, there have been setbacks, injuries, waterfall Wu Jian, became a big disciple, and left Junior Apprentice to drink under the moon, the order of the teacher …
Countless pictures blend together, suddenly turning into a big net, hooded.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
The net gets tighter and tighter, entangled him tightly. He felt out of breath, and a strong sense of suffocation filled the whole body. He was like a fish in the net, and the more he struggled, the tighter the net closed.
Why?
Why is this happening?
I just want to repair the sword …
A anger suddenly burst from the bottom of his heart, like a trapped beast in a net, struggling in vain.
Why … why …
It’s like a silent shout, like an angry roar.
Why … why …
He’s hoarse, and he’s wailing.
Ambiguous, he dreamed of a starry sky. In the night like the water, the sky is densely covered with stars, the open wild breeze is blowing, and the light blue shining swallowtail grass flutters briskly in the wind.
A seven- or eight-year-old child sleeps among the grass and looks up at the light traces across the sky. The immature child’s voice exclaims: “So beautiful!”
The child leaped from the grass and the wind brushed his face, revealing his jewel-like eyes.
A seed is quietly buried in the child’s heart.
Dream is so real, as if at your fingertips, and so far away, like the moon reflected in the water. However, at this time, Wei Sheng looked like a clay figure, he looked at the child dumbly.
Suddenly, something seemed to break in his mind, and something popped up.
Distant and unfamiliar childhood memories suddenly came to his mind. Some of the reasons already forgotten and the simple thoughts that he forgot. At this moment, like a broken crowtail grass seed, it began to germinate and began to grow.
Yes, my dream is to repair the sword.
Pure dream, pure pursuit, a child’s wish made under the stars.
The inexplicable ease came to mind, and the suffocation disappeared without a trace. Wei Sheng looked at the child under the starry sky with a smile, climbed to the corner of his mouth with a smile, and stuffed it into his chest warmly.
Yeah, just because I like it.
The complicated worldly chores made him feel helpless, as if so small and so insignificant.
He opened his eyes, his eyes clear, without any trace of impurities.
The dry meridians suddenly burst into countless spiritual power, just like the sudden emergence of countless earth springs. Where these new spiritual powers passed, the place where his meridian was injured was like a dead tree in spring, and immediately rejuvenated.
There is a steady stream of spiritual power, and within a short time, his spiritual power has returned to its best condition. However, the flowing spiritual power showed no sign of stopping. They continuously poured into the meridians of Wei Sheng, filling every inch of space in the meridians.
When Wei Sheng‘s meridians are filled with spiritual power, the new spiritual power starts to march to his Dantian.
Wei Sheng is not blocked. He has nothing. Only his eyes are brighter and full of joy in the mist. It is the joy from the heart.
The Black Sword in his hand casts a layer of lightly.
The haze around him seemed to be suddenly pushed by a tremendous force, away from Wei Sheng, and disappeared before blinking.
Yi Zheng opened his mouth blankly and stared at everything that happened. He even forgot to recite.
Wow.
Evil Soul scorpion shattered into dozens of pieces without warning, scattered all over the ground, and the incision was extremely smooth. Even the indestructible giant chews were dismembered into several sections.
A shadow of a sword appeared behind him in Wei Sheng.
The sword shadow changed from blur to clear, and kept growing. In just ten minutes, the sword shadow rose to tens of feet.
It pointed at the sky and showed no sign of stopping. It pierced the mist, as if to pierce Firmament.
Under the huge sword, Wei Sheng stands upright.
thunderclap billows in the mist, thousands of fiend soul beast(s) hissing in unison, and the blood-red sky seems to be boiling.
Born in vision!