Chapter 688: 齑粉

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read2();　　 on the vast land of China, the ultimate goal of all monks who enlighten the body and enter the path of spiritual practice is to become holy.
　　 Sage, infinite existence in a finite world!
　　 But it is difficult to become a holy, difficult to climb to the blue sky, thousands of catastrophes add to the body, on the nine-tiered ladder, unsuccessful will die directly, since ancient times, countless amazing talents such as Bai Mingxiu have died with hatred.
But for Murong He of Wanjian Pavilion, his advantage in assaulting the position of a saint is much greater than the others, because behind it is a lake of buried swords with infinite depth, and there are countless swords of souls in the lake. All the essence of kendo on the vast land of Shenzhou.
　　 Raise one lake with one lake, one lotus with one lake, and one person with one lotus.
It is no exaggeration to say that Murong He, who is favored by the entire Shenzhou vast kendo, once he stays in this green lotus enchantment without being born, when the green lotus is fully bloomed, then his chances of becoming holy will become An increase of hundreds of times.
　　The stronger the cultivation base, the more people understand how important this opportunity is once it reaches the later stage of cultivation, because in the face of the heavens of sanctification, the level of talent is all clouds.
　　 But Murong He's choice was unexpected, but it was reasonable. Faced with this situation, people of different levels reacted differently to these two choices.
Shan Wenbai may be called a great national teacher. Combining the ancient bloodline Jiang surname and the superior talent of the previous Ying clan, Ying clan, he lived a whole life again, and cooperated with the person in the mirror, and once again cultivated to the bridge between heaven and earth. A step of the semi-sage pinnacle, so he knows how strong a person's desire for a saint is for a person like him. This seems to be the most domineering and most irresistible addiction in the world, and he is willing to give up everything for it.
Therefore, in his view, Murong He gave up the position of saint for his disciple is so incredible, so when that hand stretched out from the green lotus and shook it against it, Shan Wenbai’s eyes flashed. The incredible color of an instant immediately resisted the young girl Jiansheng in front of her, trying to use it as a shield to retreat outwards.
But it's too late. Murong and the extended right hand, like the sword energy surrounding them, showed a pure and flawless blue color, but the palm of this hand has an extremely heavy cocoon, because it is a Hand holding a sword.
　　 There is a cocoon in his hand and a sword in his heart!
Just when it was difficult to react to this thought, a sword converged in Muronghe’s hand from within the green lotus. The sword was full of gold and green, and it was also naturally carved with petals and lotus flowers blooming outwards. If you have to use words to describe it .
　　 out of the silt but not stained, clear and not demon!
　　As soon as this green lotus sword came out, a golden light appeared in the void, and its speed seemed to ignore the laws of time and space in the avenue. Before Shan Wenbai could react, it instantly penetrated the latter's chest.
　　 In the next second, a sound that is thick and steady, but with infinite sharpness, resounded across the sky:
　　 "Swords are better to be bent than to bend, so no matter what purpose you have, Muronghe has always done one thing, and that is to draw the sword."
Accompanied by this whistle, this blue light, Shan Wenbai held the girl's hand and let go, and then Jiansheng fell from the air and hit the lake, even if the girl's mind was as hard as iron, the eyes Still blurred by tears, holding his hands tightly, controlling his figure not to sink to the bottom of the lake.
Behind Jiansheng, Shan Wenbai bowed his head and looked at the fist-sized hole on his chest in disbelief. Just now, it was completely penetrated by the Qinglian Sword and was The internal organs of his body are also annihilated.
Shan Wenbai's gray hair was originally acupuncture-like, it seemed to have lost the power to support it, and it slowly dropped, and turned gray to white in an instant. Then Shan Wenbai raised his head and looked at the flower in front of him. Qinglian, as well as that sword, murmured:
　　 "Murong He, you actually gave up the chance of being holy once in countless years, and released the supreme power of the whole green lotus in an instant, just to kill me?"
　　 "Since the sword is drawn, then it is natural to forget about life and death and go all out, and I am very angry, so angry that I don't want you to live longer in this world."
Murong and the faint voice fell. In the center of the lake, the budding lotus, starting from the outermost petal, was broken little by little, like a piece of exquisite porcelain, gradually turned into powder and scattered, and at the same time, the whole was buried. Jianhu began to tremble violently, and the countless swords inserted in the bottom of the lake all issued a sharp and incomparable whistling sword sound.
At the same time, the sound of the sword cried with strong emotions, anger, and sorrow. Seeing this green lotus blooming soon, but at this last moment, it fell short of success. This situation has made the entire Wanjian Mountain and the sword inherit the same line. All fell into incomparable madness.
　　Shan Wenbai’s move almost cut off the chance of a saint in Kendo, because it would take countless years for Burying Jianhu to form such a scale of kendo heritage. What a pity!
The petals of the green lotus were shattered one by one, and the screams of swords continued one after another. The tears flowing from the girl Jiansheng’s eyes were even worse. Then the girl raised her hand and stretched forward feebly, letting the tears drop. Constantly opened his mouth and cried:
　　 "Don't dissipate, don't, don't!"
　　 The girl knows how much effort and sweat the entire Wanjian Pavilion has put into it, and she knows that her master has been fishing by the Sword Burying Lake for nearly twenty years before she can get this green lotus holy opportunity.
　　 And now, everything is shattered and disillusioned like a bubble, not only Jiansheng, but the Jiange disciples who are still conscious of the lake can't help shed two lines of blood and tears.
　　 Murong and Yijian cut out the entire green lotus sword power, so the green lotus in the center of the lake collapsed faster and faster. After a few breaths, a middle-aged man sitting on the ground appeared.
The man has an ordinary face and wears a dress, just like a very ordinary fisherman in the Daxia folk, but at this time the eyes on his face are sharp and solid, his eyes still standing. The mountain Wenbai in the same place, even the void was cut apart.
　　 Then Shan Wenbai's mouth overflowed with a puff of blood, and he continued to ask:
　　 "I came from the White Emperor Palace, Murong and you dare to kill me?"
"To hinder people from enlightenment, for life and generations to share the hatred of heaven, I Muronghe will not only kill you, but also kill you in the next life, and if you want to use me to achieve a certain purpose, such as the escape of the golden cicada, then the whole China All those who use swords in the vast land will regard you as a mortal enemy."
After Murong He finished speaking, he raised his head, and a blue light appeared in the void again, Shan Wenbo's head separated, his entire body smashed back into the lake, and the next breath, countless sword souls in the lake released endless sword energy at the same time, and his body Chopped into powder.