The Wheel-Turning Master.

Chapter 286 The Sun and Moon in the Gourd

After a long time, the moon was already at its zenith.

Mu Zhen sat cross-legged and motionless, feeling that the burden on his body became heavier, and the sword intent in his body became more vigorous, as if it would grind his flesh, blood, and bones into dust.

The copper bowl in his hand was dull and lifeless. This object could withstand the power of the golden elixir's self-explosion, but it was slowly worn out by the endless sense of destruction, and it could no longer protect itself.

"How long will it take to recover?" Mu Zhen was heartbroken. Blood was flowing from his face, but he managed to hide the pain.

Mu Zhen was exhausted, and Yin Yan was feeling even worse. He was able to hold on until now only because of his determination.

Now, under the strong sword intent on the top of the mountain, he has become a candle in the wind, which would turn into dust and be blown away by the wind.

The two of them looked straight ahead. The fog was still there a hundred steps away, but it seemed mysterious.

Yin Yan found that his spiritual sense could not penetrate the fog and could not see what was going on inside. It was as if a barrier had been erected. It was unclear whether the fog was a barren land where the Great Dao did not exist, or whether it was mysterious in itself, isolating everything.

For a moment, Yin Yan was a little unconfident. He was seriously injured and was suppressed here, so it was difficult for his spiritual sense to extend far. He wondered if it was because Lin Zhuanlun's fog was too strong, or he was too weak to see through it.

Mu Zhen is much stronger. Although she is also suppressed here, her injuries are lighter than Yin Yan's. She is also more knowledgeable. When she saw the fog this time, she didn't say anything, but just watched.

The two of them stayed there quietly from dusk till midnight. They could only hear the sound of waves from time to time in the mist, vaguely see the light of stars, and hear the faint chirping of cicadas. Flying knives would occasionally pass by the edge of the mist.

"Junior Sister Mu, this fog should be the evolution of Lin Zhuanlun's original life. I wonder what it is?" Yin Yan was in a dilemma and had no power to resist at all. At this moment, he finally couldn't bear it and asked.

"Why should I tell you?" Mu Zhen touched the bronze bowl and said unhappily.

"Oh, I have appraised countless artifacts, but I have never seen this kind of fog. It is not the water mist by the river, nor the miasma in the forest. It has a sense of vastness. You must not know it either!" Yin Yan said.

Mu Zhen would not be provoked by him and was too lazy to say anything.

"Four hours have passed, and Junior Brother Zhuanlun has made no progress. His attempt to calm the sword intent is like an ant trying to shake a tree. I'm afraid he is just talking nonsense." Yin Yan said again.

“The things left by the powerful, even if their power is only one tenth of what it was now, and it would take ten days or ten years to eliminate even a tiny bit of it, even if your Lord of Jiuzha Mountain came, he would have to praise it!” Mu Zhen was still in a bad mood.

Yin Yan laughed, "You two are indeed rare heroes, but you can never move a mountain. I am lucky to die with you two, which makes our friendship worthwhile!"

Hearing this, Mu Zhen turned around, wiped the blood off his face, and said with a smile: "Do you know why I admire your heart for seeking the truth?"

"Why?" Yin Yan asked with a smile.

"Because I can't be as cruel as you. I am cruel to others and even crueler to myself."

Mu Zhen shook his head slightly and sighed, "Whenever I encounter a desperate situation, I always think of the way out, so I lose the determination to forge ahead and fight to the death."

"Today, the sky is high and the ground is far away. Lin Zhuanlun has no way to retreat, and the same goes for you!" Yin Yan grinned, and his one eye looked even more sinister.

"Lin Zhuanlun is seeking the opportunity of the Great Dao. He knows death but is not afraid of it. He really has no way out." Mu Zhen suddenly laughed and said, "But it's not the case for me. I always have a way out. Even if the situation that Lihuo Taoist can't break, I can break it."

Upon hearing this, Yin Yan stared at Mu Zhen and found that this woman did not seem to be lying.

"Relying on the power of ancestors does not make you a hero!" Yin Yan said.

"I'm not a hero." Mu Zhen smiled.

The two of them stared at each other for a while, then went to look at Lin Zhuanlun.

The fog was so thick that no sound could be heard from Lin Zhuan Lun. However, the fog had not dispersed and was slowly expanding, which showed that Lin Zhuan Lun was fine.

I waited until dawn, but still saw no change.

Yin Yan lay on the ground, his one eye opening and closing, apparently unable to hold on and not long for life.

"A whole night has passed and Lin Zhuanlun is motionless. I guess it's really impossible." Yin Yan did not forget to pressure Mu Zhen.

"Haha, you are just sitting in a well and looking at the sky." Mu Zhen was very disdainful, but he was also unsure in his heart, but he thought it was a good thing that nothing happened.

"All my abilities are spent on teasing ignorant women!" Mu Zhen cursed secretly in his heart, took out a bracelet and put it on, touching it with pain.

At this moment, Lin Bai was sitting cross-legged and suffering from a headache.

Although the idea of ​​putting the knife intent into the gourd is good, it is extremely difficult.

According to Sister Zhen, this sword intent must have been the result of some powerful being using all his strength, or even burning his lifespan and cultivation, to condense such a vast destructive intent, which seemed to be able to cut through the long river of time and split the galaxy.

Although its might is no longer as strong as before, its destructive intent still comes from that powerful being, and it is definitely not something that a small golden elixir can easily grasp.

Lin Bai didn't know how to retract the sword intent, but since he had seen the method that Taoist Wuxiang used to suppress the sword intent, he naturally had to imitate it.

The mysterious gourd in his hand was inherited from Taoist Wuxiang, and Lin Bai also received teachings from Taoist Wuxiang, so he has this confidence.

However, Lin Bai had a hard time carrying the heavy load here, and the sword intent destroyed him both inside and outside. Although he practiced it with great concentration, he made little progress.

Moreover, this endless sense of destruction was very free. No matter what Lin Bai did, he could not catch even a bit of it.

I can feel the sword intent running through the place, but I just can't touch it or reach it, let alone lead it into the gourd or attach it to the flying knife.

Lin Bai also thought of other ways, such as comprehending the sword's intention, imitating the method he used to comprehend Chen Tianren's handwriting. However, the method left by the great master would not work in a short time, or even ten or a hundred years.

"No matter what, we have to try again."

After resting for a while, Lin Bai closed his eyes again.

The body and mind are peaceful and connected with the mysterious gourd.

The fog surrounded his body, as if it was a world of its own. The sword intent was still there, but it seemed to have lost its direction.

I saw stars dotted around Lin Bai, and then it was like a flowing river of stars. A shadow appeared behind him, and the long river pushed the stone plate, attracting the faint chirping of cicadas.

"Failed again!"

After a while, Lin Bai opened his eyes and looked at the gourd.

Lin Bai imitated the Taoist Wuxiang. He first moved the blade, wrapped up the scattered sword intent and moved it towards the Xuan Gourd. Then he swept away time to reduce the power of the sword intent, and then connected his mind to the Xuan Gourd to make it absorb all the sword intent.

However, what the powerful left behind was truly mysterious. The hint of destruction seemed to last forever, yet it was beyond comprehension. It seemed to be able to cross the galaxy and travel through time, let alone containment.

After being in a daze for a while, Lin Bai looked at the two stone statues under the plum tree.

The faces of the stone statues were unclear. Only the outlines could be vaguely seen. One of them should be a woman, and the other should be an old man.

If it was a woman, she would most likely be the Wuxiang Dao Master. Then who was the old man? A friend?

Lin Bai looked at the old man intently, but felt even more confused. It seemed that the man was extremely tall, even standing between heaven and earth, and yet also seemed as small as an ant.

"It's definitely not the people on the three stone benches in the Wuxiang Tomb!"

Lin Bai cleared his mind and went to watch the chess game between the two stone statues.

The body of a Jindan cultivator can be clearly seen from more than ten feet away, but it is still not clear.

So much so that the black and white pieces on the chessboard could not be seen.

"Maybe Jiang Xingchi has a way. His destiny is a chessboard or something like that... I don't know how Jiang girl is doing. Without my help, she will grow up or become smaller..."

There was no other way, so Lin Bai didn't force it, he could only smack his lips. But he felt even more lucky, because what he wanted was right on the chessboard.

Moreover, the stone tablet on his chest became warmer and warmer, as if it was being summoned.

Lin Bai thought for a while about how to break the impasse, but still had no idea. "Song Qing died after hearing the Dao, and the opportunity I'm looking for is right before my eyes. Am I going to follow in his footsteps?"

Suddenly, I seemed to be back on the Golden Turtle Island.

"Song Qing went from prosperity to decline in the blink of an eye. However, he suffered hardships along the way, and when he encountered life and death, he saw the pill tribulation, and felt helpless, and finally realized the truth..."

"I am now carrying a heavy load and having difficulty walking. I am being torn apart by the sword and cannot move forward or backward. Am I like Brother Song, who has gray hair at an early age, has no cultivation, and is powerless?"

Lin Bai sighed for a while and realized that if he were to put himself in Song Qing's position, it would be really difficult to break the impasse without practicing the time-limit method like the dead wood cicada.

"We must be cautious and prudent to nip the disaster in the bud. He lost his confidence and arrogance. I must also carefully help him cross the river."

"Now that I am carrying the sword's will, I am about to be wiped out..."

At that moment, Lin Bai understood: Since the sword intent here is difficult to understand, and even more difficult to move, but the sword intent in his body is piercing, condensed and cannot be dispersed, isn't it confined to one place?
Thinking of this, his mind moved slightly, and the flying knives hovering in the mist turned their blades and headed towards Lin Bai.

At this moment, there was no intact part of Lin Bai's body. His internal organs were exposed, flesh and blood were stuck to his bones, and all of them were cracked.

Each flying knife does not contain any burning fire, but instead each one is full of pure meaning.

Then all the flying knives came towards Lin Bai and pierced into his bones, flesh and internal organs.

Lin Bai usually stabbed others with his flying knife, but this time he personally experienced the pain of being stabbed by the flying knife.

"With so many flying knives, it would be hard for me to block them! What's more, the flying knives form a formation!"

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and closed his eyes.

There is no need to figure out where the sword intent in your body is, because it is everywhere anyway.

The flying knife penetrated deeply into the flesh, blood, tendons and bones, and along with the sticky flesh and blood, was slowly worn away by the knife's intent.

Stars appeared around Lin Bai, like a galaxy, and he was like a fish, drifting to the other side.

Then his whole body was shrouded in a shadow, and the long river pushed the stone plate to rotate.

In an instant, Lin Bai's body was covered in blood.

"receive!"

With a loud shout, the flying knife trembled, then left the body, passed through the vast starry sky, swept through the long river of time, and finally returned to the mysterious gourd.

After taking a breath, Lin Bai felt that although the burden was still there and the knife wounds on his body were severe, the destructive force remaining in his body had been reduced by half.

Looking at the gourd again, it was shaking slightly, and then it returned to calm.

The spiritual consciousness was connected to the gourd, and he felt that the flying knife had returned to its place, and the intention of destruction had been incorporated into the mysterious gourd.

The mysterious gourd created its own world. Lin Bai's mind moved slightly, and with a slight guidance, the sword intent left the flying knife and disappeared somewhere else.

Seeing that the method of using his body as a prison worked, Lin Bai quickly swallowed the Yu Lu Pill and planned to recover a little.

After waiting for a while, the endless sense of destruction on the top of the mountain reached him again.

Lin Bai didn't think about anything else. The flying knife flew out of the black gourd, already as bright as new.

The physical body serves as a prison, the flying knife enters the body, the supernatural power serves as a bridge, and the knife intent is collected.

Yin Yan and Mu Zhen were outside the fog and had no idea what was going on inside the fog, let alone being able to peek inside. At this moment, the two of them were getting weaker and looked like they were waiting to die.

"It's past noon, and another half day has passed." Yin Yan lay on the ground, opened his one eye, glanced at Mu Zhen, and then looked at the fog.

Mu Zhen was covered in blood, but there was very little blood coming out, as if it was about to run out.

Mu Zhen turned around, pressed the bracelet on her wrist, and smiled as she asked, "Are you unable to bear it anymore? Are you going to die before him?"

"Haha, you don't have any confidence, do you?" Yin Yan gritted his teeth and said, "I'll just see how long Lin Zhuanlun can hold out. Once he dies, I'll be relieved. I'll naturally die after him!"

Mu Zhen ignored him.

After a while, there was a sound like a flying knife entering the body in the fog.

"Could it be that he has been so overcome by the pressure here that he wants to end his life?" Yin Yan smiled.

Mu Zhen frowned and wanted to scold Yin Yan, but she couldn't help but shouted: "Lin Zhuanlun?"

"Haha, you're panicking!" Yin Yan wanted to laugh out loud, but he couldn't find his hands.

Mu Zhen stood up, holding the bronze bowl in his hand, and was about to step forward when he suddenly frowned.

After a brief feeling, Mu Zhen discovered that although the sword intent in his body was strong, it was no longer increasing.

Seeing this, Mu Zhen guessed that Lin Zhuanlun had made some progress, so he no longer wanted to think about the rescue and just sat down and waited.

Two hours passed quickly, and Mu Zhen could clearly feel that the endless sword intent lingering on the top of the mountain seemed to be gradually thinning and surging into the mist.

There seemed to be a vortex in the fog, and no one knew why.

"The will of destruction is just like the water-grinding skill of spring breeze and rain. It can wipe out things that contain spiritual energy, especially humans. This is the rule here. At this moment, the will of destruction that permeated the heaven and earth all went into the fog, like a tired bird returning to its nest. Could it be that Lin Zhuanlun has removed the sword will in his body, so he attracted the sword will to go to him?"

Mu Zhen murmured, sat down again, and looked carefully at the fog in front of him.

It was evening again, and Yin Yan finally realized something was wrong.

He was already seriously injured and was ready to die, waiting for the will of destruction to completely obliterate his flesh, blood, tendons and bones and dissipate on the top of the mountain. But at this moment, he found that the sword will in his body was no longer increasing, and his worsening injuries had stopped.

"He..." Yin Yanqiang forced himself to sit up, staring blankly at the mist.

However, the fog seemed to separate the sky and the earth, forming a world of its own, and it was impossible to get a glimpse of the details inside.

"Did he succeed?" Yin Yan looked at Mu Zhen.

"Yes." Mu Zhen wiped the blood off his face, looking as if he admired her but also felt distressed.

"The sense of destruction is everywhere here, and I don't know how widespread it is, and most of it is gathered on the top of the mountain. Now the sense of destruction is getting less and less, how...how did he do it?" Yin Yan widened his single eye and opened his mouth, as if he didn't believe it.

"Of course it is imitating the method of Taoist Master Wuxiang." Mu Zhen said.

"The body of the golden elixir imitates the method of the Taoist master's high cultivation..." Yin Yan was stunned, and shook his head in confusion, "The remaining intention of the high cultivation has the power to destroy everything, even time and space. What else can withstand this destructive intention?"

"You forgot that he is called the Gourd King in the secret realm of trial, so naturally he uses a gourd to carry things." Mu Zhen said with a smile.

"Is there really a vessel that can hold this?" Yin Yan still didn't believe it.

"Haven't you heard that when you are drunk, the universe seems vast, and the sun and the moon seem long in the pot. Since his gourd can hold wine, how do you know that it can't hold the sun, the moon, and the universe?" Mu Zhen smiled brightly.

"..." Yin Yan said no more. Seeing that the sword intent in his body did not increase, he struggled to crawl forward, his eyes looking straight at the two stone statues under the plum tree.

After crawling forward bit by bit for a long time, Yin Yan left a long trail of blood behind him, and finally he was level with Mu Zhen.

"It's done!" Mu Zhen stood up, looked down at Yin Yan, and said with a smile: "On the top of the mountain, only one in a hundred sword intentions remain, and the road ahead is smooth!"

Yin Yan gritted his teeth and could not utter a word, but he saw many flying knives flying out of the fog in front of him, one after another, just like the sense of destruction that permeated this place before, endless, yet irresistible.

(End of this chapter)