Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

Chapter 220: Entrust, A Trace Of True Spirit.

This is Leng Hanchan's master, one of the three palace masters of Hanshan Palace, no matter what, Han Lian should give her face.

Although he couldn't guess the reason why the other party was looking for him, but it didn't take much time to meet him.

He walked quickly to his side, not thinking that the other party just looked at him quietly, his eyes full of surprise.

The Miaoxue Dazun said a few words, which made him a little stunned, and he didn't know how to respond for a while. .

"Hanchan passed a letter to me before, saying that you are the most handsome man in the world. I didn't believe it at first, but after seeing the real person, I realized that Hanchan didn't lie to me."

"Mr. Han, can you let me go to your room with you?"

"..."

What is this with what?

Han Lian didn't come back to his senses for a while, just blinked and didn't answer.

Seeing Han Lian like this, he covered his mouth and chuckled, and the branches of his smile trembled.

She lightly wiped the blood from her mouth with a handkerchief, and her expression was a little more solemn.

"To tell the truth from Mr. Han, I'm about to die, and I want to use the forbidden technique to move the spirit.

There is too much movement in this method. Although it is believed that the ban on swords and soldiers is here, the safest place should be only the room of the teacher, right? "

The way of moving spirits?

After hearing this, Han Lian's expression became a little dignified for a while.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, a strange color flashed across his eyes, and he nodded in response.

But seeing him wave his sleeves, the formation in Tongtian Pavilion was mobilized by him, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared in Han Lian's guest room.

After entering the room, this one looked left and right, seeing Jiang Taixu and other portraits, a little surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he didn't say anything, just took the ice that was condensed by the cold cicada. , on the bed.

During this process, he seemed to have begun to be unable to suppress the injuries on his body. Under his clothes, several wounds had collapsed, and the entire clothes behind him had turned bloody.

He grabbed a large amount of medicinal pills and swallowed it, and then fell into the air, the complex handprints flipped over, and the rich energy emerged little by little.

He also pointed to open his shirt, and a bloody purple mansion was taken out by him.

After finishing this cloth, his body swayed, and the spiritual energy in the room rioted directly.

Seeing this, Han Lian didn't hesitate, the great formation was mobilized in the flow of his mind, and the rich spiritual energy filled the entire room, which had already turned into mist.

With this kind of help, the speed of this Miaoxue Great Senior became faster than before. At this time, his expression was as pale as paper, and his body could not bear her true spirit, and escaped from that body.

Looking at the cracked true spirit, Han Lian also sighed.

Sure enough, although there is a butterfly like myself that is changing everything by flapping its wings, some things still happen in an orderly manner.

This Miao Xue Da Zun is a new nirvana, and he has been looking for opportunities for his disciple in some inheritance places, but the opportunities are moving, not only for people, but also for monsters.

After finding a chance for his disciples to have a pure yang heritage, he could not return to the sect, but he had to go to Liangjie Mountain as a last resort.

Although the human race on the Two Realms Mountain is dominant, an inheritance that directly points to the pure Yang realm is itself a contradiction.

Under the siege of the demon clan, although this one protected the inheritance, he was also shattered by the true spirit and almost fell.

If it wasn't for this master and the other Chunyang to work together to protect him, I'm afraid they would have already disappeared.

And that forbidden technique of moving spirits is also quite remarkable.

This method itself is a method left by the Demon Ancestor, which can be used by cultivators of any realm to lower the realm than their own existence, and forcibly raise the realm to a higher realm.

And the price is that the true spirit of the person who performs this technique is shattered into ignorance and vulgarity, and the opportunity for the true spirit to be reincarnated is lost.

In other words, monks who cultivate to the realm of celestial phenomena can be reincarnated as true spirits, and it is impossible to say that they will 'live' in one life.

But this shattering of the true spirit is to disperse all three souls and seven souls. In this way, the true spirit does not exist, let alone reincarnation.

Her true spirit had already been shattered, and even if she had the chance to be reincarnated successfully, she would give up on her own at the slightest chance, thinking that it would be better to fulfill her disciple.

When this method was used to the end, the intermittent consciousness of Miao Xue Da Zun passed to Han Lian's mind.

Although some of them can't be heard clearly, there is one sentence that he can hear clearly.

"Hanchan, this girl, I entrusted you to take care of her.

She has written to me more than once that she loves you, but she has been unable to keep up with your footsteps.

As her master, I naturally want to help her.

The girl is a little shy when the girl chases the man's interlayer yarn. In fact, she is a pretty good girl. "

"..."

He babbled and said a few words, and in the end, his true spirit had begun to dissipate, and those words seemed to be speaking with the coldness of the ice.

Although Leng Hanchan is now banned from the six senses in the ice, it does not hinder the concern.

Seeing this scene, Han Lian fell silent for a while, unable to express his current state of mind for a while.

After about three or five breaths, its true spirit trembled, and then completely collapsed. Seeing this, Han Lian's eyes were slightly condensed, and he raised his hand to capture a wisp of true spirit that was so broken that it could no longer be broken, and branded it with his sleeve. Above the Tombstone.

Just now, the aura in Han Lian's room was too turbulent, and many powerful cultivators noticed it.

When he walked out of the room again, there was already a rain of blood outside the big formation in Dongling Mansion.

At this time, although Han Lian was interested in drawing the lottery, he also lost interest.

He swept over his spiritual thoughts, raised his hand to take a false shot, and the black-backed golden-winged Dapeng let him grab it.

After telling him to watch Leng Hanchan in that room, he took a step forward and was already standing on the roof of Tongtian Pavilion.

The building was a hundred feet in danger, and the cold blew his spirits for a while.

Suddenly he sensed something and looked up, but Zen Master Wuding came from the air.

He was standing beside Han Lian, holding a string of crystal beads in his hand, and practiced a Zen principle towards Han Lian.

"This time, I specially bid farewell to the pavilion master, and I want to go to the two world mountains and have a fight with those monsters.

You and I both know Hanchan's intentions. If she stays by your side, the old man can rest assured.

At the beginning, the old man has not repaid the kindness. If he can come back alive, he should follow him around and repay the cause and effect. "

After he finished speaking, regardless of whether Han Lian should or not, he looked up at the rain of blood above the sky, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.

Seeing this, Han Lian hesitated for a moment before sighing.

"Zen master, I left her a trace of true spirit..."