Soul bound

Chapter 62

An angry muffled thunder rolls down the mountain, followed by lightning that illuminates most of the sky.

The disciples on the martial arts stage had already changed a group, and the mountain wind passing through the forest lifted their disciples' costumes like splashed ink.

The trees in the mountains have been blown down long ago, and the branches and leaves rubbed against each other to make a "rustle" sound.

Dark clouds covered the moon, as if cold rain could pour down at any time.

Lou Yunshen arrived with the wind, his face darkened.His eyes swept over the faces of the disciples guarding the formation one by one, and he frowned.

"Where's Lu Jiuyuan?" He asked.

Sese, a disciple in the audience, replied: "It seems that the assistant hall of the same road went back to the room earlier."

Lou Yun pondered for a while, then said in a cold voice, "Go find him."

……

Another thunderstorm fell.The elders of the various sects staying in the room opened their eyes and gathered in the courtyard one after another.

"This posture, but which fellow Taoist is crossing the catastrophe?" someone asked.

The elder Jianmen stroked his goatee and shook his head uncertainly.

"This is not the momentum of crossing the catastrophe, but..."

"The demon will come out."

I don't know who added this sentence, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one knew who the "evil" he was referring to was.

Besides Shen Chuan, who else could there be?

……

Lu Chilin fell into another nightmare.

This time, he went boating alone on a lake.The lake is blue and clear, but you can't see the bottom.Looking around, I didn't even see the border, as if it was connected to the sky.

He was floating on the water, and there was no other sound around him, only his own breathing could be clearly heard.

He seemed to be fixed in one place, his eyes could only watch the ripples on the lake.

He saw shadows on the water.

It's two men.

They went boating on the lake, cooked wine under the moon, and entangled in bed.Very tender, very lingering.In the end, they drew their swords against each other.

Those were two faces he was familiar with.

One is from Cen Ming, and the other is from Shen Buhui—that is, Shen Chuan.

Those pictures flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.It was as if a big stone had been pressed down on my heart, and my breathing was blocked in one place, and I couldn't breathe a little bit.

Maybe he finally touched the edge a little bit.

Lu Chilin opened his mouth, but his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound.

The boat wobbled for a long time, and a mist rose on the lake, coming from all directions, and gradually engulfed him.

In the haze, he finally heard a sound, like the whispering of reality and dream, so fragmentary that he didn't know what he was muttering.

He can't break free, and he can't escape.

……

Shen Chuan has long forgotten whether he has walked this road.But it should come as no surprise that he has already forgotten so much.

For many monks in the world, a hundred years passes by in a hurry, but for him, every day is like a year.

In his practice in the first half of his life, he had never experienced loneliness, but there was never one time that made him feel so anxious and disgusted.

If it wasn't for the monk who broke in by mistake that day, maybe he would still be trapped in the formation for a hundred years, a thousand years, or even longer.Until his soul was numb and his devilish energy dissipated.

He sat on a big rock, broke a leaf, and blew an intermittent little tune.

He was the only one left.Ashes to dust, dust to dust, Shen Chuan is the only one left in this world.

The hunting wind blew across the face that didn't belong to him, lifted his robe and ruffled his hair.Shen Chuan suddenly felt a little cold.

"A hundred years ago, did you know there would be today?" I don't know if I was talking to myself, or I was questioning my old friends after years.

He looked at the Linxue Hall at the bottom of the mountain, and the spiritual power was circulating above the Martial Arts Terrace. In the study that originally belonged to Cen Ming, there were sitting his heirs who did not know how many of them were burning cigarettes that had long lost their previous taste. How many candles were lit.

He also felt that he shouldn't be in such a sad state.

He should be the demon lord Shen Chuan.

He closed his eyes for a moment in a daze, raised his hand, and grasped it from mid-air.

The rocks trembled, as if something was about to come out.His fingers were knotted with spirit threads, and they pulled each other into the land under the locust tree next to the boulder.

The locust tree suddenly tilted its body, and the surrounding soil began to collapse and sink wildly, and a black hole gradually emerged.

He hid in that monk's body just for this moment.

The veins on his hands were bulging, and his solid muscles were also tense.Those eyes were bloodshot, but they were horribly set off by the seemingly absent smile on his face.

Layers of black clouds surged from the sky, and rumbling thunder suddenly exploded in his ears.

The broken stones rolled and fell into the black hole along with the soft soil, rolling deeper and deeper like a whirlpool.

It's time to end.The hundred years of soul consciousness bondage and suffering are about to end.

The mountains were still trembling, and those noises were mixed with the rolling thunder.

A gleam of light flashed his eyes.

It was a lamp made of colored glass, which glowed softly under the moonlight.

He didn't take the lamp with him, nor did he take a closer look at its shape.

A bolt of lightning illuminated his distorted face.

He mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body and gathered it in the palm of that hand.In an instant, they all bumped into the glazed lamp in the soil.

The brilliance flowed on the glazed lamp, as if it was covered with a layer of spiritual power, which could not be broken in the slightest.

A cold look suddenly appeared on Shen Chuan's face.

The monstrous devilish energy continued to pour out from his body, turning into a sharp sword in mid-air, and nailing it to the ground.

The dust spread, and the jade crown on his head was blown off by the wind.

The sword shattered the barrier.

All the mountains and rains that were about to come, and the dark clouds overwhelming the city, were also shattered in that crisp sound.

With just a flick of a finger, hundreds of pieces of colored glaze were casually released from the soil and scattered somewhere in the forest.Like thousands of fleeing stars, they are lost in the vast galaxy.

"One more." He murmured.

"Arrangement—"

Shen Chuan turned his head abruptly, and waved his sleeves to block the array that was approaching the door.

Where the spiritual powers converged, a gust of wind swept across and swept away the surrounding vegetation.

Lou Yunshen took over the array that was beaten back, made formulas in his hands, and recited the spells in his mouth.A circle of golden light descended from the sky, and the disciples of Linxuetang stood at the foot of the mountain, and the silver light in their hands sank into the circle one after another.

"Master Lou, Lord Lubao, this is..."

"He's not Lu Jiuyuan, but the demon lord Shen Chuan!" Lou Yunshen bit the tip of his tongue and wiped the spit out blood on the array.

The elders of all sects and the suzerains of all sects sacrificed their magic weapons, and attacked Shen Chuan with overwhelming force.

He snorted coldly, turned around and turned around, all those magic weapons were destroyed by his devilish energy.

He pointed to the sky again, resisting the falling formation.

"Erfei Cen Ming, also want to trap this seat?" Shen Chuan said disdainfully, with a grasp in his hand, the devil energy all over his body gathered into a long knife and gathered in his hand.

Heaven-shattering momentum.

The light of the knife traced an arc in the air.

The gust of wind brought by the demonic energy blinded their eyes and forced them back a few feet.

Lou Yunshen had already seen the depth of Shen Chuan's cultivation when he was exiled on the island.He knew that even Shen Chuan was still in the formation, and he was not someone to be underestimated.But he didn't expect that he still underestimated Shen Chuan's ability, what he did that day was far from [-]% of what he did today.

Lou Yun vomited a mouthful of blood, bent his knees, and almost fell to his knees.

The disciples at the foot of the mountain also suffered backlash, unable to hold back and lost.

Shen Chuan twitched his lips and looked at Linxue Hall not far away: "Even if I destroy it now, there will be no one to stop it."