C6 Ghost Baby's Tear Drops to Infant Mountain

It was said that having many lovers was the most heartless of all. These words, when spoken to Tang Huai, could be considered to be a "blessing in disguise". When he was young, he was unruly and full of emotions. Whose girl wouldn't take a good look at the window? Don't you want to drink with him and offer him tea? Even so, he felt sad for the beauty. He fell for the daughter of the master of the castle, and after a struggle, he finally welcomed the beauty.

After their marriage, the woman took care of household chores day after day, and over time, her hands had become thick calluses all over the place, and her slim figure had also disappeared. She was old and had her first child, and Tang Huai Zhou had not used his great career as an excuse to convince the woman to abort. There were countless beauties in this world. Tang Huai Zhou hated his wife to the bone and wanted to marry the beautiful maid by his side. When the woman was about to give birth to her second child, she married the servant girl and the candle was burning. However, the woman was not taken care of. The woman could not bear it any longer and had to use a lot of strength to pull the woman back from the gates of hell.

However, the heir was not saved.

The soul came to the treasure trove, the blood stained the red tent, and the White Weng Qi died. From ancient times, these three evils were taboo to cultivators. The paths of cultivation did not dare to provoke them. In this world, there was also a place like this. The Ghost Vein was specially set up for the infant to die.

In other words, it had fallen to the Nascent Soul Stage.

There was a name for mountains, and they were made from the bodies of Nascent Souls. Whether it was a premature death or an abortion, this unborn child was brought back to the Falling Infant Mountain.

Soul energy was pure and pure. If a child who died had evil thoughts, then pure soul energy would turn into yin and evilness, causing disaster! Therefore, the ring blade of the Fallen Infant Mountain kept turning, hacking the infant who wanted to climb the mountain into two. However, a Nascent Soul wouldn't die like that, so broken arms and legs could be seen everywhere, and babies could be heard crying everywhere.

That was why the Fallen Infant Mountain was known as one of the "Three Fiends." Even the Rakshasi Yaksha in the Ghost Vein could not bear the bitter resentment within.

The old lady calmly told a story that was not his, but Ling Yun was shocked when he heard it, "My mother is a fool loyal to laughable love. The first time I did not blame her, I just pitied my mother and did not want me to be filial. Even if you are a Daoist, you should know that a baby who has been aborted will not be able to be reincarnated as a human due to being a vile creature. The only thing I can do is climb out of the mountain. Do you know how much pain I have to suffer in order to climb out of the mountain? I thought I could live, but I didn't expect to meet my mother again. The hope that filled me as I climbed the mountain turned into grief and indignation as I died the next time. Two lifetimes as a person, two lifetimes cannot be a person, because of his heartless heart. "If that's the case, then even if I don't become a human, I will make him pay the price."

Two lifetimes of ghost infant? The probability of this happening is only one in ten thousand. Cold sweat dripped from Ling Yun's palms, but he still said: "Then what about your mother? She loves you and she loves this family. Your mother did nothing wrong.

The old woman touched her cheeks, her black eyes showing a trace of pity, "What's the point of my mother being a fool? It was a type of release to guard this lonely house. "Young Daoist, I'm not willing to kill you. It's best for you to leave as soon as possible."

Ling Yun was silent for a long time, then said while shaking his head: "I sympathize with your plight, but you have already killed thirteen people and have long fallen into the Devil Dao. "If I don't get rid of you, I'm afraid that the world will be hurt by you as well. I am part of the sect, so how can I ignore it and let you continue to harm others?"

Suddenly, the ground of the house trembled incessantly, and cracks appeared on the ground. Lingyun frowned, and leaped up, his fingers forming a sword technique, and shouted: "The heaven and earth shall live, and all living things shall live, and all living things shall live, and all living things shall live!"

With one last word, an unknown force gathered the collapsed land towards the center. Lingyun turned around and slapped the sword box. The eight swords in the box turned into eight streams of starlight and charged towards the two lives within the room. Wherever the spirit sword passed by, dust would rise. The beams, windows, and bamboo would all be reduced to fine powder.

Streams of star rain with white rainbows in them was formed by Ling Yun's cultivation.

In the past, the Azure City's Ancestor had constructed a total of thirteen Spirit Swords, and they were all the most powerful weapons in the world. They were extremely powerful, able to destroy everything in their path, even mountains, seas, and the Broken Cloud, peerless in this world! The Third Marquis of the Heavenly Sword Hall, who had always been proud of his sword, was also shocked speechless. If not for the protection of the Patriarch of Qingcheng City, the rest of the experts would never have left his side.

Unfortunately, after that battle, the thirteen spirit swords had destroyed five of them, making it difficult for the later generations to see the spectacular scene of thirteen swords coming out at the same time. The Green Mountain Sect had given the sword box to Patriarch Lingyun back then. Wasn't it also because they hoped for Lingyun to reconstruct the sect?

Under the influence of Ling Yun, the eight white rainbows started to fight with the old lady, but Ling Yun's cold sweat became even thicker, and even though the Sword Subjugation was said to remove demons, if it wasn't for the fact that his cultivation had already reached the peak of the Dao, then the Sword Subjugation would only be an absurd act of injuring one thousand enemies and inflicting eight hundred damage to himself.

Lingyun's hands that were pinching his sword fingers trembled, he held on with all his might, and the two lives worth of ghost babies also seemed to know that Lingyun could not hold on for long. Although the spirit swords were ferocious, they were all dodged by him, and did not harm his vital points. Lingyun's body had long since dried up, but even though the Ghost Infant of two lifetimes was injured, it was still not enough to kill it. He thought about the eight Spirit Swords and focused on attacking.

Instead, he stood firmly in the sky in all directions, trapping the two ghosts within.

Ling Yun flicked his wrist, and changed his sword fingers, pointing towards the sky and stomping on the ground: "The weather is unforgiving, the sun is flourishing, three or six generals are transforming into a sovereign, and heavenly thunder is descending to the mortal world."

If the path of cultivation was critical, then the heavens would definitely send down heavenly thunder. If one was able to withstand it, then they would be placed in the first group. If one's cultivation could not withstand it, then they would have lost all of it, and if one's cultivation could not withstand it, then they would not even be left with a corpse.

The world was full of evil monsters, if cultivators could not defeat them with their own cultivation, then they could use the power of the heaven and earth to help them get rid of the evil. Naturally, he also had to pay a proper price to borrow power from the heavens. The reason why the cultivators had such a good relationship with each other and accumulated merits was precisely because they were linked by virtue and virtue. If it wasn't so, borrowing power from the heaven and earth would have cost the caster's lifespan.

However, the lightning that it attracted was closely related to the cultivator's cultivation.

Lingyun borrowed the Heaven and Earth's power to summon heavenly lightning, and the three thousand feet above him was suddenly struck by thunder. The two lives of the Ghost Souls trapped in the sword circle also felt the threat, and fangs began to leak out of their mouths, howling towards the sky. In that instant, the world suddenly turned silent. A white light descended from the sky, as if it was going to split open the vast earth! The resplendent white light reflected Ling Yun's face, as well as the considerable ghost aura that the two ghosts had coalesced into.

It was actually going to resist the heavenly thunder!

Ling Yun was shocked!

The white light rushed towards the two ghouls like a hot knife through butter, but the ghoul did not retreat. In an instant, the entire world went silent, the white light fell and dust flew everywhere. The two ghouls floating in the air had disappeared without a trace, but there was a huge crater beneath its feet. After the dust settled, the muffled sound of thunder came late from the clouds.

Lingyun half knelt on the ground as he gasped for air. He was already spent, and the reason he did not fall was because the Ghost Infant was not dead yet, and the eight floating spirit swords actually floated endlessly, as if they could sense Ling Yun's lost true energy. Ling Yun gritted his teeth and kept the spirit sword back into the box.

Ling Yun looked at the huge pit, and ignored the Qi in his body that was in a mess, as he scattered yellow talismans all over the pit and stumbled out of the door, going back less than a hundred meters. Suddenly, he heard a wave of anger coming from behind him, and behind the big tree, he could not suppress the redness in his mouth, through the cracks, he could see the ghost baby's red teeth floating above him, as though he had fallen into a demonic state.

Ling Yun's heart skipped a beat. He knew who the Ghost Infant was going to kill, but his broken body made it difficult for him to take a step forward. Suddenly, his vision went dark, and he laid quietly on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

After falling asleep for an unknown period of time, he finally woke up, and heard the sounds of laughter coming from the people around him. He quickly got up, and when he saw that the sword sheathe was still safe and sound, he became slightly more relieved, but around him, his clothes had already been taken off, and bandages were covering him.

At this moment, a male voice rang out, "Brother, your injuries are not light. Where are you heading to?"

Lingyun turned his head, only to see that Dragon Tiger Mountain's unique blue robe was quite conspicuous. The man smiled, and beside him there was a little girl tirelessly throwing firewood into the fire, her eyes full of greed staring at the wild chicken above the fire. Beside the little girl was a girl brimming with heroic spirit. She looked at the little girl with tender affection. Ling Yun steadied his heart, and did not reply as he carried the sword sheath on his back.

Just then, the man's voice sounded again, "Could this brother be a disciple of the Qing Cheng Sect? I am Wen Ye, Master is from Dragon Tiger Mountain, I have heard Master talk about this Green City Sword Sheath more than once, you must be Daoist Ling Yun! " Wenye looked at Lingyun's suspicious face and said with a smile, "Brother Lingyun, don't worry, I found a way to get here. I wanted to ask for a cup of water, but the courtyard is a mess, I found you injured in the forest. "May I ask what happened here?"