Chapter 261

The Jia Wood sword energy was like a green dragon, rolling and ravaging back and forth in Anvil Gorge. Seeing the demonic monk come out of the cave, it flew over.

The Crying Wind Monk's cave was destroyed, naturally very angry. Seeing the sword energy entangled, he waved his sleeve, and a strong wind suddenly rose in the gorge, ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The strong wind blew on the mountain stones, and the mountain stones quickly turned gray-white, turning into fragments and powder. The mountain moss in the cracks of the stone wall also withered rapidly in the wind, turning into flying ash.

The green dragon sword energy bore the brunt and was also blown back dozens of feet away at once.

The Crying Wind Monk snorted coldly and didn't care anymore, flying toward Cheng Xinzhan again.

However, this demonic monk underestimated this sword energy that had been raised in the Donghua Donghua Qingshu sword for more than twenty years. The sword energy belonged to Jia Wood, mainly flourishing with vitality, but it was not so easily blown away by the decay wind.

The green dragon sword energy retreated but did not dissipate, and soon stopped its retreat, raised its head and swung its tail again, rushing toward the Crying Wind Monk against the strong wind. Wherever it passed, the withered mountain moss grew new leaves again.

And Cheng Xinzhan was quite surprised after seeing the power of the Crying Wind Monk's casual wave of decay wind. At this time, seeing the demon rushing toward him, he raised twelve points of caution and stepped forward holding the Donghua Donghua Qingshu sword.

Although he stepped forward somewhat, he didn't get close. When he was about three feet away from the Crying Wind Monk, he made another sword strike, the sword slashing diagonally from the upper right to the lower left.

The sword energy was like a green rainbow and a curved moon, slashing toward the Crying Wind Monk.

This strike, although not as mighty and solid as the first sword energy, was faster. After leaving the sword, it grew with the wind, turning into a line of green tide.

The distance of three feet passed in a flash. He had just made a move, and the sword energy had already arrived in front of the demon like Taishan pressing down on the top.

The Crying Wind Monk's eyes were wide open, obviously not expecting the sword energy to come so fast. He wanted to retreat, but the green dragon sword energy hadn't dissipated, instead attacking from behind him, facing enemies from both front and back.

Seeing this, the demonic monk quickly pinched a seal, and the whole person escaped into the wind, slipping away in the encirclement of the two sword energies.

The sword energy, which was as thick as a foot, grazed the demon and passed by, only cutting off a wisp of the demon's beard, and then hit the cliff wall behind the demon, leaving a sword mark twenty feet long.

The green dragon sword energy twisted its body, dodged the curved moon sword energy, bared its fangs and brandished its claws, and went to find the demon in the wind.

Controlling the dharma sword at this distance was learned by Cheng Xinzhan from Lan Yuqing at the Yujing Sword Fighting Meeting, and it was indeed easy to use.

At this distance, the dharma sword would not be shattered or snatched away, but the sword energy could pose a threat very quickly after being slashed out, and it could also save dharma power.

"Who are you!"

The Crying Wind Monk's voice came from the wind.

The Crying Wind Monk knew that this was not a person from the Profound Sect. People from the Profound Sect liked to show off the benefits of soldiers, and didn't have such sword energy that was solid and didn't dissipate with every strike. Moreover, the Profound Sect liked gold and played with fire, all of which were offensive means, and he had never seen such Yang Wood sword energy.

This Yang Wood sword energy was almost unmoved by the decay wind. Being so restrained, it must have been carefully planned and prepared.

Cheng Xinzhan naturally ignored it. Did this demon think he could be safe and sound by escaping into the wind?

This wind was the demon's wind, and Cheng Xinzhan naturally wouldn't escape into the wind to chase. He only moved his mind, and the gourd magic treasure hanging above his head tilted, and golden Yang fire poured out of the gourd.

Just like sunlight shining on clouds to form a glow, and shining on water to form a rainbow, at this moment, the Yang fire poured into the wind, igniting the wind. The wind was no longer wind, and the entire gorge set off golden fire waves.

"Yang fire!"

The Crying Wind Monk was like a person hiding in a quilt being bitten by a snake, shouting and jumping out of the wind.

"Clang!"

And Cheng Xinzhan had been accumulating power long ago. Seeing the demon come out, he made another sword strike, sweeping horizontally, and it was another curved moon sword energy.

This strike came faster. The demon couldn't dodge in time and couldn't hide in the air anymore, so he immediately sacrificed a short-handled round fan.

This fan was not big, the fan surface was only the size of a paulownia leaf, looking like it was made of rattan. It was just that I didn't know what kind of rattan it was, pale white, with black spots on it.

The fan handle was a white bone, looking like a bird's leg bone, not long, with claw bones grasping the fan surface.

The Crying Wind Monk held the fan and waved it hard, setting off a visible white-haired wind. This wind extinguished the fire and blew away the incoming sword energy, and it also wanted to climb and bite Cheng Xinzhan.

At this moment, the gorge was full of raging aerial fire. Cheng Xinzhan was handy in performing fire escape. He pinched a formula, and the person disappeared into the fire. But he had the heart to try the power of this decay wind, so before completely escaping into the fire, he also stretched out his finger and scooped a handful in the white-haired wind.

Cold!

This wind was cold when it blew on a person.

Cheng Xinzhan felt a chill on his fingertip, and then this cold wind seeped into his body from his skin.

Reflected in the inner landscape small world, it was a white wind that blew from the Hand Shaoyang Meridian toward the Jiang Palace.

As soon as this wind entered the body, the "Corpse Dog," "Swallowing Thief," and "Non-Poison" in the seven souls were immediately alerted. The Huangjun, Crown Prince, and Eastern Duke in the five-mansion inner landscape gods all opened their eyes, the Savior Heavenly Venerable in the spine felt it, and the green lion under the seat also looked over.

However, Cheng Xinzhan had not let these inner landscape gods move. At this moment, a wind also blew in his inner landscape world, a formless and colorless wind.

This wind met the white-haired decay wind. When it approached, it suddenly turned into a bird shape and swallowed the white-haired wind in one bite. After swallowing the white-haired wind, this wind bird seemed as if nothing had happened, turned into a wind shape again, and continued to patrol in the inner landscape world, and the other inner landscape gods also withdrew their gazes one after another.

Cheng Xinzhan comprehended this wind, and the result made him quite pleasantly surprised.

In fact, the evil wind displayed by this demon was less like a decay wind and more like a Yin wind, dead wind, or poison wind. And Cheng Xinzhan guessed that this might also be a rare wind evil.

This wind could indeed damage people's essence and blood and cut short people's lifespan, but the dharma intent of the passage of time contained in it was minimal. This wind blew stones and stones decayed, blew grass and grass withered, seemingly powerful, but in fact, it was mainly achieved through the Yin-Ming dead energy contained in the wind, not the true art of the sea turning into mulberry fields.

But this was not beyond Cheng Xinzhan's expectation. If this demon could really display the art of the sea turning into mulberry fields at will, and could really make stones decay and withered things flourish, then his coming here today could be called sending himself to death.

However, if it were really like this, then this demon would not only be in the Golden Core realm; if it were really like this, then this demon would not be able to display this art at will, adding to the karma.

What surprised him was that there was indeed a trace of dharma intent pushing the passage of time in this Yin wind evil, although it was so minimal.

Wind evil was rare, and it contained the Taiyin's "extinction" dharma intent, but the "fast time" dharma intent was even rarer. This was the way of "pushing Yin and pulling Yang."

This Crying Wind Monk's cultivation was not enough, and his thoughts were all spent on the "art" of Yin wind, but his cultivation of the "Dao" of decay wind was extremely shallow.

But this was also good, otherwise Cheng Xinzhan would have to turn around and leave now.

And the Crying Wind Monk would never have thought that in the gap of the dharma battle, his enemy was still comprehending the dharma and belittling his means.

Since he knew the demonic monk's means, he only needed to prescribe the right medicine to deal with the enemy. To deal with Yin wind evil, Yang Wood assisted by Yang fire was enough.

He escaped from the fire, appeared in another place, and waved his dharma sword again.

However, the Crying Wind Monk was famous, and naturally he didn't just have this little bit of means. The gray cassock on his body was not an ordinary thing. At this moment, it emitted gray light, resisting the invasion of Yang fire, and he said,

"Yang fire is indeed powerful, but I want to see how much you can hide in this gourd!"

He flew to dodge the incoming Yang Wood sword energy, and at the same time, a string of white wind horse flags flew out of his sleeve.

These wind horse flags were not ordinary things, just like a group of white horses, shuttling through the Yang fire. The demonic monk pinched the seal repeatedly, and these wind horse flags danced and circled, lining up in a cone-shaped formation that was sharp at the top and thick at the bottom.

Cheng Xinzhan looked at this flag formation, but saw the shadow of the Daoist altar method in it.

After the flag formation was formed, the demonic monk waved the round fan in his hand and shouted loudly,

"Om!

The wind horses hunt and swing the clouds open, ten thousand miles of long wind enter my bosom.

The flags are the drivers, the fan is the wings, scraping bones and blowing blood to scatter the soul dust!"

With the demonic monk's mantra falling, the wind within a hundred miles around Fengshi Ridge all surged here, entering from the northwest mouth and exiting from the southeast mouth, making sharp explosions in the gorge.

In a sudden burst, Cheng Xinzhan could hardly stabilize his figure.

"Suppress!"

He pinched a formula and applied the 【Suppress】 mantra to his own body, which made him as stable as Taishan.

And the Yang fire jumping in the gorge was like washing an inkstone in a river, like ink being quickly washed away.

Without Yang fire in the wind, the Crying Wind Monk escaped into the wind again.

Cheng Xinzhan tried to control this wind, but found that the wind that came had been cursed and had the monk's dharma intent, and it didn't listen to his edict at all.

The monk was a Third Realm Third Purification practitioner specializing in wind methods, while Cheng Xinzhan's positioning of his wind method was on the "Dao," not on the "art," so he didn't think about fighting with this monk in the art of controlling wind.

He still chose to use Yang fire.

The gourd continued to pour fire, dyeing the gorge golden.

The Crying Wind Monk didn't expect this Daoist to be so unwise, knowing that this was a futile effort, and yet he still had to do it hard.

"Mayfly shaking a tree."

He sneered. How could human magic treasures fight with the timing and geography? This Fengshi Ridge area had strong winds all year round. He set up wind flags to summon all the wind, and the dharma power consumed was minimal, but the wind was endless. How much Yang fire could his gourd have?

On his own turf, why fear fighting with him in dharma power and magic treasures?

Thinking this in his heart, the Crying Wind Monk didn't persist in wind escape anymore, using the cassock dharma intent to resist the invasion of Yang fire, and at the same time, his hand seal changed again, pointing to the wind horse flags on his head, and he shouted,

"Bami!"

"Hiss—"

Only to see those wind horse flags emit dazzling white light, accompanied by high-pitched horse neighing. And when the white light dissipated, those wind horse flags actually turned into a group of skeleton white horses!

"Go!"

The Crying Wind Monk shook the fan, and the skeleton white horses divided into two groups, one group rushing to face the green dragon sword energy, and one group rushing toward Cheng Xinzhan.

Cheng Xinzhan looked at the rich dead energy emitted by the skeleton white horses and knew that this was the same thing as the fan in the monk's hand and the Yin wind evil.

However, he remained unmoved, just waving the "Donghua Donghua Qingshu" sword one strike after another, smashing the incoming skeleton white horses into flying ash.

The Crying Wind Monk had already concluded in his heart:

He is a dullard who has just come out of the cottage, definitely someone who formed the Golden Core realm by sitting in the mountains, doesn't understand dharma fighting, and was cheated into coming here to die as soon as he went down the mountain.

After having this conclusion, the Crying Wind Monk knew what to do next: then accompany him to consume, until the Yang fire in his gourd is exhausted, or the Yang Wood sword energy in the sword is exhausted.

Although this person is a dullard, the gourd and treasure sword are top-notch magic treasures. Don't force him too hard. If he is scared away or the treasure is damaged, it won't be beautiful.

And Cheng Xinzhan, since pulling the sword out of the sheath, had made a total of fifteen strikes, the last strike slashing diagonally from the upper left to the lower right.

The green rainbow-like sword energy swept the last few skeleton white horses into flying ash and continued to hit the Crying Wind Monk.

With the white horses blocking, the Crying Wind Monk dodged the sword energy dangerously again, and the sword energy left a deep sword mark trench on the cliff wall behind the monk again.

At this time, Cheng Xinzhan put the sword back into the sheath.

Seeing this, the Crying Wind Monk looked up to the sky and laughed, pointing at Cheng Xinzhan with the fan,

"You dull and stupid thing, your Yang Wood sword energy and solar C fire are precious things, but my wind horse flags are just silk talismans. I can draw as many as I want!"

He waved his big sleeve, and many white horse flags flew out again, turning into skeleton white horses in the wind.

The monk stood behind the white horses, his face showing mockery.

However, at this time, Cheng Xinzhan stood holding the sword and said lightly,

"I made fifteen sword strikes, and you dodged them every time. However, have you ever turned around and looked at your back?"

The Crying Wind Monk's face stiffened.

He thought about it. This person made sword strikes one after another, one faster than the other. Not only did he have to dodge the sword energy, but he also had to divide his mind to guard against the green dragon and Yang fire, so he had been staring at this person's sword-making movements all along, and he really hadn't looked back even once.

But so what?

The wind here was his eyes. Let alone someone sneaking up behind him, as long as there was any living thing approaching and dharma power fluctuation, it couldn't be hidden from his wind!

So what would be behind him?

No, it was this dullard wanting to bluff him to cheat a chance to escape!

At this time, the green dragon sword energy that had always been condensed and not dissipated came again, but after being repeatedly impacted by the skeleton white horses and white-haired wind, this sword energy was a big circle thinner.

The Crying Wind Monk dodged again, but he was not at ease in his heart, and he also turned his head to see what was behind.

And at this time, Cheng Xinzhan had already put the dharma sword back into the liver mansion, and his hands pinched the "Eastern Pole Binding Demon Seal," with his little fingers hooked and his index fingers straight and touching to form the shape of the character "Wood."

He chanted,

"Eastern Duke issues a decree, Corner Wood follows the rules."

When he opened his mouth, the Crying Wind Monk dodged the green dragon sword energy, but this time, the green dragon sword energy no longer looked back, but rushed forward, like its fourteen sword energies behind it, hitting that cliff wall.

"Jia Wood as seed, green branches fill the wall."

The Crying Wind Monk dodged the sword energy and looked in the direction the green dragon flew. His pupils shrank, only to see that the cliff wall where his "Decay Life Zen Monastery" temple gate was located was already crisscrossed with gullies and sword marks.

"Roots grow in the earth vein, the Dipper locks the Heavenly Gang."

What made him feel most terrified was that this was Fengshi Ridge! This was Anvil Gorge! There was no grass growing here, and no grass or wood could survive in this wind gorge where sand and stones were flying and sparks were splashing, and there was only that little bit of pitiful moss in the depths of the stone cracks!

"Spiritual roots lock the qi, forever suppressing the four directions."

But now what did he see! In those crisscrossed sword mark trenches, they were actually full of grass and wood! Lush and green!

Anvil Gorge, where no grass grew, actually appeared a green wall!

He also saw that those sword marks were crisscrossed, some long, some short, some straight, some curved, as if they were strokes.

These full-mountain green wood sword marks seemed to form a character!

He looked up and found that at the bottom was clearly a "Wood" character. On the left side above the "Wood" character was clearly a "Corner" character, and on the right side it looked like a "Dipper" character, but it was missing the point of the starting stroke.

"Boom!"

The green dragon sword energy hit the wall, hitting a hole, just falling on the missing point of the "Dipper" character. There was grass and wood growing in the hole, with many vines, lush and green.

And Cheng Xinzhan at this moment also chanted the last word of the mantra, which was also the character written on the entire cliff wall,

"!"

(End of chapter)