Chapter 1878: Drunk

Lingyu Mountain Lake, three rounds of wine.

Hua and Ba entered the Tao from the bureau. Before everything was finished, someone raised the apricot in his hand and shouted:

"Look, the inverted pagoda is born!"

This suddenly caused another commotion.

Upsetting the pagoda, to this moment, everyone knows that it was the place where the demon ancestors were banned, and it was done by someone who complained about the Buddha decades ago.

Could his sudden birth have anything to do with Mian Hua and Ba Tuo Shi's discussion of the Tao?

Many people came closer to take a look, and saw that in the palm apricot painting, the ground at the center of the cross street collapsed, and golden light erupted from it.

A majestic and tall eighteen-story golden light pagoda condensed in the void. The base of the pagoda was at the top, and the top of the pagoda was at the bottom. Sometimes it was solemn and majestic, and sometimes it was sinister. It was filled with a strong sense of contradiction and was shocking.

"Is this the corner of the street?"

"This is the inverted pagoda!"

Too many people have never entered the city of Death Buddha, let alone the cross street corner in the center of the city. Now it is a blessing to be able to observe it remotely.

After the ground subsided in the center of the cross street corner, a huge spatial vortex formed, which looked like it was trying to suck people in from the air.

The surroundings were densely packed with people and some seemingly inhuman creatures, and it was suffocating.

All of them have a common characteristic, which is that they have a ferocious appearance and evil looks. They don't look like good people. They have all committed serious crimes and hid in that lawless place.

"King of Hell mask, orange robe..."

"Look, everyone, it's the Five Decline of Heaven and Man!"

The crowd in the east parted, and a slightly rickety figure walked out.

The Five Deceased Heavenly Beings are considered celebrities in the Five Realms. Half a year ago, Master Shou appeared in front of him during his battle with Emperor Cangsheng. He also questioned Emperor Cangsheng and even mentioned Holy Emperor Bei Huai.

There are not many warriors like this who are not afraid of death!

Walking behind the orange man was a graceful figure, tall and tall, with one black eye and one white eye, turning into a yin and yang vortex and slowly rotating, with mist coming out from time to time, which was extremely eye-catching.

"Shen Mo Tong! It's Master Shou's junior sister, the orphan of the Lei family, Lei Xi'er!"

"They've all gone... so they were at the corner of the street. I said Master Shou wouldn't stand still, and sure enough his people came out."

"Come from the east, are you from East Street?"

"Where are the Ten Gods and Aunt Xiang? Why haven't you seen them? I want to see this pair. I'm so curious! Preacher, hurry up and watch 'The Gods and Fragrance Couple'..."

Under the shadow of the inverted pagoda, from the north of the space whirlpool, another group of powerful people arrived shortly after, with a very large number of people.

The leader was an ordinary-looking old man, followed by an old witch wearing a spiritual formation master's robe, who looked very evil.

"People from North Street, I know this!"

"That's the newly appointed Emperor Guifen, and his number one figure, Wu Siniang."

"Even though these two look like humans, their methods are extremely evil and cruel. I heard they would dare to eat children alive."

"..."

"Look, people from South Street and West Street are here too!"

The dragons gathered together, and the scene of preaching on the cross street turned again and again. It could be said that everything that the spectators in the five regions wanted to see was broadcast.

The guys coming from the south were all lifeless.

The leader was covered in blood-stained white bandages and wrapped tightly, like a mummy.

There were nine people dressed similarly, and there were nine people behind him, arranged in a long snake formation, neatly arranged as if they were going to be reincarnated.

"At the end of South Street, there's a corpse stalker!"

"This is the old slumped corpse who was offered the highest black gold reward for three sticks of incense more than a hundred years ago."

"Yes, I also heard that the corpse stalker had taken off the bandages before, and his body was the body of an unknown half-saint. It seems there was more than one?"

"The nine people in the back who are dressed the same way seem to be his incarnations... Hey, weren't there only six in the past?"

"Tsk, it sounds a bit scary. It can't be the corpses of the ten semi-saints, right? There are indeed evil people gathered at the crossroads corner!"

The one coming from the south is actually just eerie, not scary.

When the picture was shown to the other side, to the west where the crowd dispersed like birds and beasts, everyone was startled.

There is only one person coming from the west...should it be a human? She is so huge!

She looked like a tree, about ten feet tall, and she was obviously very skinny. Only the two bulges on her breasts indicated her gender, but there were thousands of hands densely packed behind her.

The arms vary in length and shape, ranging from baby arms with supple skin to old lotus roots with rotten breath.

"Ouch! That's disgusting!"

"People from the west? This is the Lord of West Street, Thousand Hands Tailor!"

"Damn, I just heard before that there is someone with a thousand hands. This looks like a 'canopy of human hands'... ugh!"

The master of West Street, Thousand Hands Tailor, holds a narrow silver embroidery needle in each hand and is busy behind his back.

Upon closer inspection, it turns out that they are using human skin threads to weave a strange reproduction process of alien beasts, which is even more disgusting.

The key point is that after she finished weaving the human skin picture, she didn't use it for herself. She threw it to the lucky spectators on the roadside. Once it was hit, the human skin was corroded into blood and water, and she couldn't even fart.

"What about God?"

Tailor Thousand Hands approached, "The excitement of pouring the pagoda, after waiting for so long but not coming to join in, isn't it because I was squeezed dry by Aunt Xiang in bed?"

Her two big black eyes like copper bells flickered at the people on the East Street, and her voice was surprisingly clear and sweet, very pleasant to the ear.

"The pagoda has been opened, and the 'key' has arrived..." The hoarse voice came from the corpse stalker on South Street, as if he hadn't spoken for a hundred years.

It was obvious that his face was wrapped tightly and covered with blood-colored bandages.

Everyone was stunned and could feel that following this sound, the eyes of the corpse stalker should have been fixed on Wei Xi'er:

"Everything is ready, all I need is Shen Yi, but he can calm down at this time."

Tailor Qianju covered his mouth when he heard the sound, chuckled, his body softened slightly, and his body language looked extremely shy:

"Maybe he is very hot right now~"

The spectators from the five regions almost vomited out their food.

Is the intersection so disgusting? Just these guys who appear on the scene are difficult to deal with.

In comparison, Liu Guifen and Wu Siniang in North Street, Tianren Wushen and Lei Xier in East Street are too normal.

After all, at least he is a human being!

"Don't target my Xi'er."

"Damn it, Thousand-Handed Banshee, and that bandaged man, please back off."

"Oh, you're worried about me. Lei Xi'er, hurry up and hide behind Tian Ren Wu Shei. I'll leave it to the Orange Man to deal with him. He's not a human being."

Yan Zhi makes sense.

At this moment, the positions of the five regions were extremely unified.

There is not a single monster standing on the four streets of southeast, northwest and northwest. There is only one person named Wei Xi'er in the whole station. There is no reason.

It is true that the five degenerates of heaven and humans can resist the trouble. They took the lead and stood up:

"God also has some things to deal with. He said he will arrive in an hour."

"During this period, I am here to apologize to my comrades for all the loss of profits caused to you by waiting."

As he spoke, he bent down.

The picture flickered at the speed of light, and then it was all blurry.

The palm-axing evangelist at the corner of the street, who was originally taking the picture facing the five deities of heaven and man, suddenly became a side view, and the distance was about a hundred feet away.

As the apricot moves away, the picture will naturally shrink.

Looking from afar, there was not a single figure within a hundred feet of the space vortex, and they all fled away.

Even Thousand Hands Tailor, who was still trying to figure out his posture just now, as well as the corpse stalker from the Southern Region and his nine incarnations, all flew high into the sky.

"Senior Tianren, please don't try to harm us..."

Tailor Thousand Hands stood in the void, his face full of lingering fear.

Semi-saints can't get in at the crossroads, but rules are dead and people are alive.

Serious semi-saints can't get in. There are always people who frequently do tricks, such as fake saints like the five degenerates of heaven and humans who were consecrated with the Blood World Pearl.

The false saint, she is the Thousand Hands Tailor, and so is the Lord of South Street, the Body Stalker, but in different ways.

But they are both false saints, and their combat prowess may be comparable. In terms of the degree of weirdness and horror, no one in the audience thinks they can beat the Five Deceased Heavenly Beings.

Who dares to pay homage to the gods?

The five signs of decline come uninvited!

"Jiejiejie..."

The five gods and humans smiled slyly.

After half-bowing to clear the place, he put his hands behind his waist. Up to this point, even the fluctuation of the holy power on his body had not been revealed. He cleared his throat and said:

"Since no one objects, let's just wait."

…

"What is God doing?"

Everyone in the five regions was curious.

Even the Huachang lamp in front of the Linghu stone table couldn't help but speculate, but with that guy's brain, there should be no tricks...

"Brother Hua, you are in a trance."

There was a shrill sound of wind on the lake, which made people anxious.

Hua Changdeng turned around and looked around. He saw eight statues with slightly raised temples, slightly open chests, and hazy drunkenness on their faces. Their eyes were closed, and the cold light was cold, as if they had regained their youthful and frivolous mood in their drunkenness. .

Cup after cup, cup after cup.

I don't know how many bottles have gone down the throat. At this time, the Eight Masters put aside the gold bottle, held the jade bottle to their mouths, and drank heavily.

If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.

Hua Changdeng still remains absolutely awake. He needs to calmly deal with all the changes that occur. There are still too many unknowns behind him.

On the contrary, the performance of Ba Zun's understanding of the present is somewhat extreme.

He actually seemed to be using himself as a pawn in someone's game, heading in the most extreme direction without giving himself any way back.

The game is over.

Complete discussion of ancient swordsmanship.

There is no mistake, every song is released and the content is read one by one!

Everything is clear and clear, but for the two of them at this time, the improvement is minimal.

If you want to be a golden stone for each other and go one step further, there is a problem that cannot be avoided no matter what.

"I!"

The wind blew quickly.

The jade pot in the hands of the eight masters hit the stone table hard, and wine spilled from the spout and mouth of the pot.

This unusual sound immediately pulled everyone in the five regions back from waiting at the corner of the street.

But when he saw the eight masters dressed in white clothes and drunk with wine, they stood up with the sound, but their steps were a little staggering.

After staggering twice, he bent down, supported the Linghu stone table with both hands, and leaned down.

Then his drunken eyes were slightly closed, and he stared at Hua Changdeng for a long time before sighing and speaking intermittently:

"Brother Hua, I have been searching for the Tao for more than thirty years..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the spectators from all over the five regions laughed.

"The Eight Masters are also drunk!"

"That's right. He didn't stop from beginning to end. It must have cost more than thirty bottles. He doesn't have spiritual energy or spiritual power to relieve hangover. It's normal for him to drink too much."

"But without spiritual energy and spiritual power, how can a mortal body hold up more than thirty pots? I think the Eight Masters were made to hold in their urine, and he couldn't hold it in!"

"Xiaojie, the Linghu Lake is full of water, and it doesn't need to be soaked by his Eight Masters. Quickly show my sister the Little Eight Masters..."

Different from the relaxation of outsiders, people around Linghu can clearly feel that the atmosphere has changed.

The same sky and earth were in black and white, the same stone table was used for endless discussions, and there was a bit of a chill in the air.

With Ba Zun'an getting drunk, the sword that had been sealed for a long time seemed to be unable to be suppressed and was about to be unsheathed.

"More than 30 years, Brother Hua!"

Ba Zun'an's eyes suddenly widened, and white smoke rose above his head.

Suddenly, his body tilted and he almost fell to the ground. He supported himself, the strange vision disappeared, and his words became a little vague:

"What did you say just now? Oh, right!"

"You said that the ancient sword way was confined to the sword, and the sword ancestor combined the way, which could only open up the mystery, and did not complete the full creation behind the door."

"So the ancient sword way was divided into nine arts, and the nine arts derived eighteen sword flows. Eighteen sword flows, half of which were dross, were cultivated... cultivated, mixed but not refined, ha, ha ha!"

Whether it was Lei Shuangxing, Gu Qing, or Xiao Wanfeng and Xiao Kongtong who finally woke up, or Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen who had been standing behind.

Everyone listened quietly.

Listening to Ba Zun'an laughing.

Those were the words that Fang Caichangdeng said in person.

It can be said that it was "treasonous", completely contrary to the path of the Sword Ancestor, and nearly half of the nine sword techniques were devalued.

Huan Jiuwan, Mo Wuxin, Gui Cangqing.

In his words, in his ancient swordsmanship.

Other sword techniques can still be practiced and can be exchanged with each other, but only the "Hidden Sword Technique" of the first realm is independent and incompatible.

Hidden Sword Technique should not belong to the ancient swordsmanship!

What "Warming Sword", "Nurturing Sword", "Condensing Sword", "Sword Initiation" are all below the first realm of unsheathed sword.

The disciple is better than the master, but inferior to the master.

Since it has not reached the height of the second realm, at most, these can only be regarded as variants of the "ancient sword method", and there is no further progress.

The ancient sword method is a spiritual skill similar to the spirit refining, that is, the "Fifty-four Sword Steps Killing" that Liu Fuyu once performed.

"Is the ancient sword art wrong because of this?"

Ba Zun'an picked up the jade pot, turned around, and looked at the ancient sword practitioners around.

No one answered.

Gou Wuyue knew that Ba Zun'an's so-called "seeking the way" for more than 30 years was actually practicing "hiding the sword art".

The true meaning of hiding the sword art is to seal the sword until old age, and then become a saint.

Hua Changdeng's words were equivalent to denying his way.

This is the beginning of the battle to seize the way.

Naturally, Ba Zun'an should ask himself and answer the question, saying "no".

Who would have thought that Ba Zun'an put the jade pot to his mouth, poured a few more mouthfuls into his throat, and laughed:

"I don't know..."

Everyone was amused.

It really looks like a person going crazy after drinking.

I wonder how Ba Zun'an would feel after he sobered up and knew that he had gone crazy in front of the people of the Five Regions.

But he changed the subject and turned to the more numerous soul refiners around the Spirit Lake, and shouted in a stern voice:

"Because of the mistakes of the ancient swordsmanship, until the end of the sword cultivation, the times have evolved, and only now has the five regions respected soul refinement?"

Everyone was stunned and thought about it.

"Is it really so?"

Ba Zun'an shouted again.

Everyone began to think deeply about the pros and cons.

But how can ordinary people think of the answer to this thing?

The eyes of many people in the five regions were fixed on the eighth sword fairy who began to talk nonsense, waiting for his accurate answer.

"I don't know either..."

Ba Zun'an's momentum was discouraged, and his voice softened, and the five regions suddenly booed.

Hua Changdeng couldn't stand it anymore:

"Ba Zun'an, you are drunk."

At the end of the argument, he was too lazy to talk to a drunkard, and reached out to catch the ghost hunter.

The drunkard's intention was not to drink.

Ba Zun'an made a lightning move and slapped the stone table with one palm.

With a bang, the stone table fell apart, and the copper lamp and the ghost hunter placed on the table flew to the left and right in the sky.

"Is it coming?"

Everyone in the five regions was looking forward to it.

Hua Changdeng's face changed, and he stood up and stretched out his hands to the left and right, each trying to take back the copper lamp and the ghost hunter.

Ba Zun'an stepped forward and pointed at Hua Changdeng's forehead at the same time.

"Ten-segment sword finger!"

A spiritual master around Linghu exclaimed.

This is certainly not an ordinary ten-segment sword finger. At that moment, even Hua Changdeng seemed to see the so-called "Sword Me" finger of Ba Zun'an in the illusion of the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower.

He retracted his sleeves in time, pinched his hands on his chest, and almost summoned the Hundred Ghosts Altar.

"Burp..."

Ba Zun'an just burped.

A finger stopped softly in the air, which was not even a ten-segment sword finger, let alone the ten-segment sword finger of Jianwo.

The bronze lamp and the ghost hunter fell from the sky.

He grabbed both sides, one on the left and one on the right, which made Hua Changdeng's pupils condense, and he almost wanted to fight.

Ba Zun'an just picked up the bronze lamp, not being harmed, and glanced at himself.

He looked at the ghost hunter again, raised it high, and held it in front of Hua Changdeng, as if to return it.

"I have a way, but the sword opens the mystery, and I will verify whether the ancient swordsmanship has been passed down to this day before you, right or wrong."

Ba Zun'an looked at him, his eyes slightly closed, as if dreaming and waking:

"Brother Hua, do you want to see it?"