Pei Jing looked at her tears silently and sighed softly in his heart.
The bluebird clan's bloodline originates from the peacock.
How could the Peacock King, the big bird that tried to devour the Buddha, be a good person? He asked, "Have the elders of the Blue Bird Clan kept it a secret from you that they were improving their cultivation by eating the flesh and blood of the Queen Mother of the West?"
Qing Ying stretched out her trembling hand, but paused in the air for a long time, then nodded slowly.
Pei Jing said: "You are still very weak now, so have a good sleep first. When you wake up, everything will be over."
Qing Ying looked at him sadly, her emerald eyes filled with worry.
Pei Jing smiled at her gently, "Don't worry, I will let Feng Jin take you home when the time comes."
The corners of her pale lips pulled up into a smile, and she opened her mouth, her breath was weak, and every word she uttered seemed to pierce through the flesh and blood in her throat, coming out in a hoarse voice.
"Thanks."
The blue bird fell into a deep sleep. Pei Jing held the bead and thought, the Queen Mother of the West has turned evil, but he was more curious about why the Thousand-Faced Woman had the power to suppress the Queen Mother of the West
Also, does Chu Junyu know that Qing Ying's soul is inside this bead, or did he give it to him just because of that
A living person was sent to him...
Pei Jing smiled helplessly and whispered, "You are too casual."
For Pei Jing, there was no need to make a big splash in the Shangyang Peak competition. He could just delay a little time and let the other kids lose more gloriously.
As he won one after another, Xu Jing's smile grew bigger and bigger. Every time he jumped off the ring, he would rush over in a hurry. This time he was particularly enthusiastic, even excited enough to punch him first: "Zhang Yiming! You're in the top 50!" Being in the top 50 means entering the next round, where you can compete with the heroes of the other 72 peaks.
Pei Jing sighed that it was finally over. Seeing Xu Jing's undisguised excitement, he couldn't help but ask: "You cherish those spirit stones so much, are they for your wife?" Xu Jing felt pained when he heard him say that, and glared at him: "Not only for my wife, but also for my coffin."
Pei Jing walked out with a smile, and after getting off the stage, he didn't even look back.
The senior brothers and sisters from Shangyang Peak behind him were so angry that they gnashed their teeth.
There were also people who came to watch the show from Biefeng, who were amazed and said, "Is Zhang Yiming so crazy?"
Someone said: "But it seems that he has the capital to be arrogant."
The disciples of Shangyang Peak who knew about this were jealous and said, "He has always been so arrogant and looks down on others. Ha, I am waiting for him to leave Shangyang Peak and be beaten so hard that his parents will not recognize him."
Compared to the outer peak test, which was not taken seriously, the inner peak was very hot. Compared to the outer peak disciples' single swordsmanship competition, the inner peak disciples had more resources and were exposed to more skills - often each of them had their own magic weapon. The competition was full of swords, mysterious formations, and picking flowers and leaves, which was wonderful and attracted the audience's attention.
The elder peak master was sitting on the high platform with a dignified manner, but he was obviously absent-minded. Their eyes kept wandering around the entrance of the peak, and they didn't see Pei Yuzhi for a long time, and they became more and more anxious as they waited.
Someone raised a question: "Doesn't the master want to accept a disciple? Why doesn't he come to see it in person?"
Everyone frowned and felt something was wrong.
"You think too much." The only female leader of the inner peak laughed and said charmingly, "Maybe he finds it troublesome. He has always been like this. When the time comes, just send the first one to Tianqian Peak."
The elders of the inner peak looked at each other, and they all read the helpless emotions in each other's eyes. Speaking of which, they also watched Pei Yuzhi grow up, and they had some understanding of his personality. They shook their heads and sighed: "This is probably the most casual way to accept a disciple in the history of Yunxiao."
The headmaster they were thinking about was now at Wenqing Peak. Pei Jing came to find Chen Xu. "I want you to arrange a competition between me and Changwu in the first match. Did you do it?" Ignoring the formation of Wenqing Peak, the brown-clothed boy walked directly to the seat of the peak master.
Chen Xu was sorting out the list, and was startled by him getting so close that he almost threw a handful of paper at his forehead. In fact, for a normal competition, there was no need to bother the leader of the Qing Peak. This time, it was special because the leader wanted to accept a disciple.
Because Pei Yuzhi had inexplicably caused him so much trouble, Chen Xu was so angry that his teeth itched, but he still pulled out a piece of paper from the stack and said, "I know, the second time, the first round is you."
On the paper was a portrait of Chang Wu, with flat eyebrows and a hawk nose. He looked ordinary, but his eyes were fierce. He didn't look like the kind person that the leader of Zhongnan Peak had said.
Pei Jing reached out and picked it up, muttering, "Is that him?"
Chen Xu held the pen and said, "How can a disciple from an outer peak like you enter the Wenqing Peak so openly? Get out of here right now."
Pei Jing said: "There are portraits of them all. What does mine look like? Turn it out for me to see."
Chen Xu was annoyed: "What else can I do? It's ugly."
Pei Jingfei didn't believe it, so he used his magic power to find himself among thousands of papers, but he was disappointed. The painter didn't even express one ten-thousandth of his handsomeness. In the end, Pei Jing took up the pen and re-drew the picture, but he got stuck after drawing a face. Under Chen Xu's chilling gaze, he could only write the word "handsome" on the blank space on the face.
"..." Chen Xu couldn't bear it anymore and drew his sword to drive him out.
They are making noise here.
Feng Jin walked into the palace leisurely.
After the setback at Tianqian Peak last time, the new emperor of the Phoenix Clan was not discouraged. Instead, he became more interested in Chu Junyu. But how could Pei Jing allow him to harass his future wife? He directly set up a formation in front of Tianqian Peak, threatening to burn his bird feathers if he dared to come. Feng Jin, who had nothing to do and no one to fight, simply stayed at Wenqing Peak for a long time.
When he walked in, the paper in Chen Xu's hand flew away and fell into Feng Jin's hand.
After seeing it clearly, he and the divine beast on his shoulder sneered coldly.
"That's amazing, Pei Yuzhi. You are now doing very well in Yunxiao Outer Peak."
Pei Jing helped Chen Xu take back the sword of love. He wanted to say something after hearing what Feng Jin said, but the beads on his chest suddenly became cold. The trembling and fear of close relatives came along the rope to Pei Jing's mind. As a result, Pei Jing's eyes became very complicated when he looked at Feng Jin. A phoenix raises nine chicks, and a peacock gives birth to a blue bird. According to seniority, Qingying is Feng Jin's... granddaughter
Feng Jin put the paper on the table and met Pei Yuzhi's gaze. She instantly felt goosebumps all over her body and asked in a vigilant tone, "What are you doing?"
Pei Jing changed the subject and asked him, "How long do you plan to stay in Yunxiao?"
Feng Jin raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Don't you know this saying? It's easier to invite a god than to send him away."
What kind of god are you? You are just a psychopath. But because of Qing Ying, Pei Jing did not confront him, but warned him meaningfully: "You are the mother of so many children, can you be more stable?"
Chen Xu: “…” What exactly happened to them when he was unaware
Akagi: “???”
Before Feng Jin got angry, Pei Jing left first.
The Wenqing Palace was left trembling in the fire of Nirvana.
Chen Xu protected his book and cursed both of these plague gods in his heart.
After Pei Jing left, Chi Tong turned around and looked at him strangely, with doubts in her clear eyes.
Chen Xu was very busy and didn't take the outer peak competition seriously at all. He made a hasty decision and left.
Feng Jin just came over to ask for something to look at.
Soon the Love Questioning Hall was empty. The orange sunlight passed through the window and fell on the ground, illuminating the trail of smoke. In the empty Love Questioning Hall, a figure slowly appeared in the void. She sat at the table, her dress scattered on the ground. Her white fingers flipped through the rosters page by page, and her red lips curled up: "Is Phoenix here too? That's interesting."
"But no matter how interesting it is, those who deserve to die must die."
Her fingers ran over the words.
In the first round, Changwu from Zhongnan Peak faced Zhang Yiming from Shangyang Peak.
The blood seeped into the paper, and Zhang Yiming slowly turned into Ji Wuyou.
After Chu Junyu handed the bead to Pei Jing, he stayed in Wuya Pavilion and didn't care about anything that happened outside Tianqian Peak.
The long wind rolled up the curtains and also ruffled his silver hair. A black butterfly landed on the back of his hand, its wings fluttering and glittering with starlight. From a distance, it looked gorgeous, but up close, you could only see the hideous appearance of an evil ghost on its wings. The butterfly was filled with the smell of decay and blood, but it strangely blended with the temperament of the young man.
Chu Junyu was very interested: "Those old guys in Tianyan City are finally starting to take action?"
The black butterfly moved, and it seemed that something was coming out.
Chu Junyu smiled faintly: "I have been out for so long, and they only dare to make any move now. They are so cowardly and timid, just like their master."
The black butterfly continued to flutter its wings. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Don't be on guard. The Lord of the Heavenly Demon, whether he awakens or not, is useless. In fact, I am waiting for him to awaken."
After saying that.
The butterfly flew to his fingertips, then turned into a drop of blood and seeped under his skin.
Chu Junyu glanced outside Tianqian Peak and saw the green mountains hidden in the sea of clouds and fog.
He was very familiar with this position, but he had two different feelings in his past and present life.
He didn't know what Pei Jing was doing, but as soon as he thought about Ji Wuyou, he felt annoyed and murderous.
The last time Pei Jing flipped through the diaries, he was so angry that he burned all of them, but in Wuya Pavilion, every single one of them is a trace of his youth.
Chu Junyu's eyelashes drooped, covering his bloodshot eyes, and his fingers played with the little clay figurine hanging on the wall.
"Another surprise from you, and I'm definitely not going to like it."
The first round finally decided the list. Seventy-two peaks, fifty disciples from each peak, a total of 3,600, competed for the qualification of the top 100 from the outer peaks to enter the inner peaks. Every year, the outer peak test took a very long time - because in the second round, every competition was under the watchful eyes of the public.
On the day of the competition, the weather was sunny and cranes flew in from the clouds. The elders from the inner peak arrived one by one with sullen faces. However, they stood high in the clouds and the disciples below could only look up to see the corners of their fluttering clothes, with deep awe and yearning in their eyes and on their faces.
Chen Xu took the lead, looked back at them, and twitched his lips slightly - the elders of this inner peak were just so arrogant, and they didn't like any of the disciples in the last outer peak test. If they don't like any of them this time, they will be slapped in the face.
Chen Xu said: "Please take this matter to heart."
The words of the Wenqing Peak Master were still intimidating. Although the thirty-three elders of the inner peak were very annoyed and just wanted to stay in the inner peak to watch their disciples win the championship, they still endured their dissatisfaction and sat down one by one.
The golden gong was struck.
Hundreds of cranes are singing in Shandong.
At the same time, the war drums on both sides of the arena were beaten.
Hearing the voice, the many excited outer peak disciples instantly quieted down. Next came the lengthy competition rules. Basically, all of Yunxiao's rules were detailed and long, and it would take an hour to explain.
Pei Jing found it boring.
Xu Jing was eliminated in the first round, but he was originally a Buddhist cultivator and a Buddhist competition, so he didn't take it too seriously. What he was thinking about was the money Pei Jing had cheated him of. Now it was the second round, and he gradually became worried: "Can you make it?" After all, there were senior brothers and sisters in the 72 peaks who had built their foundations. Compared with them, Zhang Yiming was a bit disadvantaged in terms of age.
Pei Jing: "Why not?"
Xu Jingchou was furious: "It would be great if you were betting on whether you could enter the inner peak. There are only about ten brothers and sisters in the foundation-building stage, but you are betting on first place! What can you use to fight them!"
Pei Jing comforted him: "Relax, it's just a small competition. You can earn money again if you lose it, but if you lose the momentum at that time, it will be a lifetime of hatred."
Xu Jing roared: "Because that's not your money!"
They were discussing other people.
Others are discussing them too.
The disciples of Zhongnan Peak were very proud of themselves this time. After all, Zhongnan Peak was located in a remote area with weak spiritual energy, and its strength was relatively weak among the 72 peaks. In the past, the big tests were not so glorious. The young disciples surrounded Changwu and praised him in various ways.
"Brother Changwu, I swear to take first place this time."
"I've observed the others, and none of them are your match. Brother is getting better every year, and you will definitely be able to enter the inner peak this time."
Changwu looked calm and ignored them, but his eyes were full of satisfaction.
He glanced around, revealing a hint of contempt.
After eating the blue bird's flesh and blood, his bones were reshaped, and now he is in the late stage of foundation building, and there are few rivals in the inner peaks. Moreover, he absorbed the woman's soul and sealed her in his dantian. The spiritual power of heaven and earth continuously gathered in his dantian, and his cultivation was unimpeded.
Touching the emerald green ring on the ring finger of his left hand with his right hand, Changwu's mouth curled up into a confident and greedy smile.
Not only Yunxiao, his name will appear on the Heavenly Ranking one day.
The disciples were still saying, "If Fairy Wuhen from Shangyang Peak took action, she might have a chance to fight with Senior Brother Changwu. But she... ... Alas."
Speaking of Fairy Wuhen, everyone couldn't help but think of another person.
It's just that that one person wasn't even someone they could imagine.
The disciples sighed.
But someone was not happy about it. She was a female cultivator, and women are always stricter with other women.
She sneered and said, "Why are you sighing? I think she is just pretending. She is afraid of falling in love if she doesn't enter the outer peak. There are too many dramas - what kind of bullshit love is this? She has a little reputation in the outer peak and was named the most beautiful woman. Does she really take herself seriously? What's the point of entering the inner peak? Let alone Tianqian Peak, I'm afraid she can't enter Wenqing Peak many times in her life." Almost twisting her sleeves, the female cultivator continued to say sourly, "Why not dream of someone else? Dream of the eldest brother? Ha, the pheasant really thinks it is a phoenix, the toad wants to eat swan meat, what kind of beauty has Senior Brother Pei not seen. Take the fifth place on the Heavenly Ranking, the owner of Yingzhou Island, the Fusang Fairy, Nie Wuhen can compare to a hair of hers? There are so many senior sisters in the inner peak, I guess they all think she is a joke."
The male disciples wiped their sweat, thinking that this junior sister was confused. What was she talking about the Fusang Fairy? It was something that they would not dare to even dream of even if they had the courage of a leopard.
For the male cultivators from the outer peaks, the most beautiful woman Nie Wuhen was their goddess in their hearts. It was hard not to feel unhappy when hearing their sweetheart being talked about, but after all, she was their junior sister from the inner peak. They still had to give in. So they all began to change the subject.
"Fairy Wuhen didn't participate. The one Shangyang Peak is eyeing this time seems to be a new disciple who has been in the sect for less than two years."
"Let's call him Zhang Yiming. He also said he was one of the Four Outer Peaks. That must be fake."
"I... I heard that he is somewhat related to the Master of Wenqing Peak."
When these words came out, everyone's eyes widened, and they all gasped. Then they all looked around, trying to find the figure of the young man.
Changwu also heard it.
He looked towards Shangyang Peak and saw two young men who were particularly conspicuous, both wearing blue and white disciple uniforms.
One person was mumbling on and on with a worried look on his face, while the other one was smiling casually and lightly.
Almost instantly, he knew who Zhang Yiming was. The young man in the crowd was a sight to behold, with a bright temperament, outstanding looks, and even a distinguished status.
Changwu's heart was filled with dense malice, jealousy and viciousness.
The elder who was reading the rules in the cloud closed the book and said, "Finally. The competition is between the two of you. No one else is allowed to interfere, regardless of death or injury."
The rules say that death and injury are not counted, but Yunxiao has never had a death in all its years.
After all... Yunxiao's sect rules are there.
It's totally contradictory.
Ji Wuyou was at the end of the crowd. He was absent-minded, looking forward, and always couldn't help but see Zhang Yiming, or Pei Yuzhi.
He once wondered how he could have Zhang Yiming's bright temperament and the frivolous attitude of looking down on all living beings.
Now I understand that he can't have it no matter what.
These are the innate, world-renowned, peerless spiritual roots and incomparable noble identities. Some people are born with brilliant brilliance.
People are unequal from the very beginning.
Behind him is the soul of the Queen Mother of the West.
Holding the incense burner in her hand, the goddess said with a beautiful expression, "Why are you jealous of him? In terms of talent, you are no worse than him."
Ji Wuyou said softly, "It's not just talent." He thought, you won't understand. Because you and Pei Yuzhi are the same kind of people, shining brightly, making him look like a rat in the gutter.
The Queen Mother of the West smiled slightly, not wanting to understand and not being too lazy to understand.
"If you are jealous of him, then just kill him. When a person dies, he is nothing."
Ji Wuyou frowned: "He has done me a favor. Besides, I don't kill innocent people."
His jealousy only intensified his desire to become stronger.
Queen Mother Xi said: "It's not that you don't kill innocent people, you just can't find a reason to make yourself feel at ease."
Ji Wuyou wanted to refute, but was speechless and chose to remain silent.
The Queen Mother of the West said: "One day you will no longer need a reason." Because, by then, you will no longer feel guilty about killing people.
She blew away the flowers that fell on her shoulders, and with a light breath, the flowers shattered into pieces in the air.
The goddess's eyes were extremely cold and a little crazy: "Why are you talking so much? Help me crush that ant to death first."
Pei Jing is ready to go on stage.
Everyone held their breath, but when the world was completely silent, the elder said word by word above the clouds: "The first match is the battle between Zhongnan Peak Changwu and Shangyang Peak Ji Wuyou."
On the high platform, the leader of Wenqing Peak suddenly raised his head.
Among the crowd, Pei Jing was shocked for only a moment, and then he looked at Chang Wu with cold eyes.
When Ji Wuyou's name was called, his heart still subconsciously jumped. But he clenched his fists and calmed down. The thin boy looked pale and his eyes were determined as he walked towards the arena in the center of the world. The crowd made way for him.
When everyone heard his name, they vaguely remembered that Ji Wuyou seemed to have once been a celebrity in Shangyang Peak. It was hard to imagine that the timid little fat boy looked like this now.
Chang Wu frowned and walked forward surrounded by the crowd.
He had never heard of Ji Wuyou's name, so he naturally didn't take it seriously. After three drum beats. In the center of the ring, Chang Wu looked at the thin boy who was slowly walking up, with a trace of contempt at the corner of his lips. He could tell at a glance that the other party had not even reached the perfect level of Qi Refining Stage.
Chang Wu said nothing, and drew his sword. At first, the woman only ate the monks' internal organs, and he didn't waste the remaining meat. He relied on meat to increase his spiritual power. Over time, his sword also had a bloody smell. The young man had an ordinary face, but the moment he drew his sword, he seemed to have become a different person. He became a... ... madman who made people tremble with fear.
On the high platform, several inner peak elders couldn't help but frown.
The head of Liuyan Peak said, "I have an impression of this disciple. I didn't accept him at first because I thought he was unstable and prone to evil thoughts. I didn't expect that after seven years of not seeing him, he has really become more and more crooked."
Chen Xu remained silent, but his eyes fell on Ji Wuyou... He seemed to have some impression of this disciple. Moreover, he couldn't help but hold his hand, who is it... Changed.
It was a match without any suspense. The disciples in the audience even started to eat sunflower seeds. They said, "This first match will probably end a little too fast. Guess how long it will last."
No one was optimistic about Ji Wuyou, just like when he accidentally entered Yunxiao and no one looked up to him.
Pei Jing looked at Ji Wuyou with an unprecedented seriousness. Chen Xu might not have taken this competition seriously, but he had written all the arrangements for the competition in the Wenqing Hall. The fact that he could ignore the formation of the Wenqing Hall and directly enter the main hall to tamper with the information was enough to alert people.
Who could have done this? How many people in the whole Yunxiao have such ability
Xu Jing murmured beside him: "Oh my god, is Ji Wuyou going to lose miserably in the first game? How pitiful."
On the ring.
Changwu said: "Zhongnan Peak, Changwu."
Ji Wuyou pursed his lips, "Shangyang Peak, Ji Wuyou."
Ji Wuyou doesn't have his own sword now, and he still uses the wooden sword that the sect gave him. When the wooden sword was taken out, the whole room was in an uproar. The disciples from other peaks laughed so hard, "Is there no one left in Shangyang Peak? What kind of people were they?" The disciples from Shangyang Peak also felt embarrassed to cover their faces, and didn't want to see Ji Wuyou embarrassed. Thousands of teasing eyes fell on Ji Wuyou, which was very familiar and painful. He smiled bitterly. It has been like this since he was born, but he didn't know honor and disgrace at that time, but now he knows.
Ji Wuyou took a deep breath and waited for Changwu to make his move.
Changwu's gaze became even more contemptuous after he took out the short wooden sword.
The Jingyun Sword in his hand gathered the wind spiritual power in the air.
As soon as his move was released.
Several elders sitting on the high platform were stunned.
This is wind spiritual power... ... but it is above wind spiritual power. The blue airflow was close to the ring, around the sword tip, and swirled around Ji Wuyou. There was a very faint breath in the wind, coming from ancient times, born in the primordial period, the grass and trees trembled, and the air was torn apart. Although there was only a trace, the elders above the Jindan stage still felt it. They stood up and looked at Chang Wu with a mixture of shock and complexity.
The disciples didn't notice that much, they just thought it was amazing. Pei Jing sneered, "Wind, according to legend, Queen Mother of the West is in charge of the yin energy in the world, the wind of creation."
Ji Wuyou gritted his teeth. He also felt that terrifying power, but after what happened in Zhonglian Village, his ability to withstand it had become much stronger.
Behind him, the Queen Mother of the West gritted her teeth and looked at Chang Wu with eyes as fierce as blood. She could never have imagined that she would be in the hands of such an ant in the human world. But an ant is just an ant. If you provoke her, you will pay the price.
"Uh—"
The wind swept the ground, the sword was unsheathed, and Chang Wu stepped forward to stab. Ji Wuyou didn't come back to his senses, and retreated awkwardly to avoid it, but his arm was still scratched by the sword, and blood gushed out. Chang Wu sneered and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "If you crawl down now, I will spare your life." He was like a cat teasing a mouse, and didn't regard Ji Wuyou as an opponent at all.
Ji Wuyou ignored him and fought back with the wooden sword in his hand, blocking Changwu's aggressive attack. Changwu looked at the thin boy in front of him more and more disgusted, and with a flip of his wrist, the sword swept the wind from all directions, imprisoning Ji Wuyou in a space formed by the wind.
The blue-green wind tore through space, and its powerful force seemed to be able to crush everything.
He said sinisterly, "If you are so ignorant, don't blame me for not valuing our friendship as fellow students."
The disciples in the audience couldn't bear to watch. So what if they lost? This loss was too embarrassing and they had no power to resist at all.
Just when everyone thought the ending was set, they heard a laugh. They widened their eyes and saw Ji Wuyou, who was in a mess in the middle of the hurricane, suddenly stand up. His temperament changed drastically in an instant, and he became mysterious and profound.
Ji Wuyou raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his sleeve, and smiled.
It was clearly the face of a young boy, but the words came from a woman's voice, cold and crazy.
"Today, you will not be able to leave here alive."
“???” Everyone, what’s going on
Chang Wu, who was suspended in the air, had his eyes popping out, his face turned pale, revealing the most primitive fear.
The Queen Mother of the West possessed Ji Wuyou's body, and her clothes moved automatically. She was originally an expert in wind.
The wind formation that Changwu created with her sleeping soul was a joke to her.
He raised the wooden sword in his hand, and the wind suddenly became stronger, with sand and rocks flying everywhere.
Chang Wu's body was twisted to the extreme, his eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't deceive himself at this moment! That woman! That woman is still alive! No! Has she been killed and swallowed into his dantian? Now there is only a trace of consciousness.
The Queen Mother of the West had once given him such a long period of fear that he was now going crazy. He could only constantly comfort himself that a trace of divine consciousness could not kill him. A trace of divine consciousness could not kill him!
My mentality has completely changed.
Chang Wu gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot: "You are already dead! You can't kill me!"
He drew his sword and thrust forward, but the gale formed a wall and before he could even move, the sword was shattered.
The Queen Mother of the West sneered.
Chang Wu spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled down from the air. Boom, a mask rolled out from his sleeve.
Facing the sky, she has a beautiful face with willow eyebrows and red lips.
When Queen Mother of the West saw that thing, hatred deepened in her eyes and she took a step forward.
Chang Wu was in despair, his hands and feet were cold, thinking of this woman's previous tricks, he felt like he was falling into hell.
But the moment the mask rolled out, he suddenly pulled himself out of this subconscious fear.
His eyes were clear, but blood was flowing out again. He rolled and crawled forward, his fingers twitching as he grabbed the mask, laughing loudly: "Hahaha! How could I forget! How could I forget! I'm not afraid of you anymore! Hahaha I'm not afraid of you anymore! I can kill you the first time, and I can kill you the second time too!"
His fingers trembled as he put on the mask. It was the same coldness as a maggot on his tarsal bone. The mask was pressed against his face, as if it had ripped off a layer of his skin and regenerated it. After the extreme pain, a near-explosive force spread through his body. He heard the sound of the mask stretching, something was reviving.
Queen Mother Xi sneered and said, "Do you think I will lose in the same place again?"
Chang Wu didn't say anything. After putting on the mask, he held the sword in his hand, and his whole body was covered with bloodshot red to black.
Instantly, two forces in the air confronted and expanded. The wind wall, the wind blade, the blood sword and the blood light - they were all the same, cold and evil, making people tremble with fear.
On the elders' platform, a young Inner Peak elder had already stood up.
"If this goes on, something bad will happen!"
The other older ones held out their hands and said, "Sit down!"
"Have you forgotten the rules? No matter the death or injury."
For them, the competition among the outer peak disciples was a matter of life and death, which could reveal their bloodiness and potential. The elder gritted his teeth and sat down.
Everyone had never seen such a reversal in their lives and their jaws dropped.
Xu Jing became nervous: "They...what's going on?"
Pei Jing said: "What could be going on? Just wait and see."
The battle between the Thousand-Faced Lady and the Queen Mother of the West was a delight to watch. The power of these two in their prime was enough to shatter the entire sky. Fortunately, now, the Queen Mother of the West only had a trace of consciousness left, and the Thousand-Faced Lady only had a face.
Behind Chang Wu was a thick black fog that could not be dispelled. Thousands of strands of black fog, like hair, gathered around the fog, ready to burst forth. The cold and evil mask of the beauty also seemed to come alive.
Queen Mother of the West sneered and said, "If I hadn't been defenseless, how could you have gotten close to me?"
She was a person who was proud to the core. How could the Queen Mother of Penglai, a nine-generation god, allow herself to be plotted against by a mortal
The two forces collided! A wall of wind and blood mist! The sky was dark!
The disciples under the ring were all affected. They used their sleeves to block the wind, but still couldn't suppress their excitement and stood on tiptoe to see what was happening.
The blue wall and the blood-red fog met, and the light was so bright that it hurt people's eyes! Chang Wu was wearing a mask and his expression could not be seen, but his fingers were trembling, and it was obvious that he was enduring, and he was slightly at a disadvantage.
The Queen Mother of the West looked pale, but a ferocious smile of victory appeared at the corners of her lips - she stood up, her five fingers formed into claws, and she wanted to tear Changwu's body apart.
But he was suddenly blinded by a dark green and slightly cool light, and he screamed and fell down.
The green light came from the ring on Changwu's hand.
Pure and lustful, it comes from the power of the ancestors of the ancient blue bird clan.
The Queen Mother of the West’s eyes were filled with disbelief and madness, and she was about to burst out with anger: “—Ring! The Blue Bird clan’s ring is actually in your hands!”
Chang Wu had not expected this scene to happen, but seeing this arrogant woman defeated, the pleasure and brutality in his heart reached the extreme, and he laughed wildly: "I said, if I can kill you the first time, I can naturally kill you the second time! I ate the flesh of your mount, boiled it into soup, drank it all, and in the end, all that was left was this ring. Hahahaha! God helps me! Hahaha, God wants to kill you!"
After the Blue Bird Soul came out, the situation changed drastically in an instant.
Changwu had always been under her orders, directed by her and used as her slave, and now he just wanted to skin her alive.
He wore a mask and held a blood-dripping long sword that had been recondensed. He stabbed from the sky, and the blood mist behind him suddenly dispersed.
The man gnashed his teeth, hiding a monstrous hatred: "Go to hell! Bitch!"
Pei Jing wished that the Thousand Faces Girl would kill the Queen Mother of the West, and then he could deal with the Thousand Faces Girl, but he couldn't. The Queen Mother of the West was now possessed by Ji Wuyou. He pressed his finger on the Lingchen Sword and thought to himself: ... ... Ji Wuyou, you really should thank me.
Even the face of the Thousand Faces Woman was terrifying, and coupled with the intimidation of the Blue Bird Clan, the stronger the strength, the greater the impact, and the elders on the platform were unable to take care of themselves. The Yunxiao disciples were shocked and took a few steps back. They were all alert and had a bad premonition!
But the imagined body was shattered, and the boy's scream of pain did not come. The Yunxiao disciples only felt a flash of light passing by them.
The pure icy blue, almost silver, cleansed the world - and also shocked their hearts.
The boy's voice was calm and clear, coming down from the air, as if it came from the sky.
"Can you kill my Yunxiao disciple casually?"
The sound of the long sword breaking through the air rang out, like the cry of a phoenix or a crane.
The sound of wind and the blood mist dissipated.
The storm in the ring has come to an end.
Everyone put down their sleeves in a daze.
There is one more person on the stage.
He was wearing the clothes of an outer peak disciple, his long hair was tied up with a straw rope, and his usually casual face was now as cold as frost and snow. His sword pointed to the ground, and the light of heaven fell on his side.
A little cold light, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
Everything is quiet.
Xu Jing was too familiar with that figure and murmured, "Zhang... ... Yi... ... Ming."
His voice was soft, but so quiet that it could be heard throughout the entire mountain.
Zhang Yiming!!
Everyone's eyes were fixed on one point, and their faces were pale.
Chang Wu was stunned on the ground for a long time, and then the mask fell off his face. He looked confused, panicked, and finally angry. The battle just now almost consumed all his strength - but if he doesn't kill that woman now! He will be finished in the future! The game must continue, the game must continue -
Chang Wu was so angry that he was shaking: "Who are you? Who allowed you to come up here?"
The disciples below the ring also recovered from their shock and shouted, "Zhang Yiming! Come down quickly! You violated the rules!" Amid the flashing of swords and sabers, they couldn't even see clearly what was happening above and thought it was just an ordinary competition.
The spirit of the Queen Mother of the West has been forcibly expelled.
Ji Wuyou propped himself up with his fingers and slowly sat up. A moment of confusion passed by, and then he saw the tall young man standing in front of him. Deep and complex emotions welled up in his heart, and he murmured: "Senior Brother Pei..."
The elders were stunned, but they stood up according to the rules and shouted sternly: "Get out!"
"No matter life or death! You are not allowed to interfere! Are you trying to break the rules?" The pressure from the Jindan stage elder came from above the clouds.
Pei Jing really hated the Queen Mother of the West for killing so many innocent people, but he hated the Thousand-Faced Woman even more. Killing demons and helping the world was something he had been taught since he entered school.
Originally, this competition was to bring out the Queen Mother of the West. But he didn't expect that the Queen Mother of the West was not on Chang Wu, but on Ji Wuyou. He didn't move for a long time, and the disciples under the ring were anxious. Chen Xu twitched his mouth and didn't say anything, but an elder of the inner peak with a bad temper couldn't stand his neglect, so he lifted his robe and flew down.
"What are you doing!"
The Red Eyebrow Elder had always been hot-tempered, and the disobedience of an outer peak disciple made him so angry that he bled.
He slapped down with his internal force, trying to repel Pei Jing.
Pei Jing raised his eyes, his cold expression made the Red Eyebrow elder feel a familiar fear, but he had the dignity of being an inner peak elder, so he said coldly: "Those who do not follow the rules of Yunxiao are not worthy of entering."
Pei Jing laughed out loud: "Are you blind?"
The Red Eyebrow elder was furious.
The young man raised his sword, and his simple blue and white clothes slowly turned into a gorgeous, spotless snow-white robe. He smiled casually, "Yunxiao rules prohibit killing fellow disciples. If you can't remember this, you'd better not be the peak master."
The Red Eyebrows elder was extremely angry!
Angrily, "You are a disciple of He Feng. I will expel you from the sect today!"
Pei Jing sneered, and a gentle light rolled across the tip of his sword. Then, the starlight spread out, and the boy's figure grew taller, turning into a young man as tall as a jade tree.
this... ...
Everyone below the ring was dumbfounded.
The moment he drew his sword, the mountains and rivers collapsed. His black hair was like a waterfall, and his robe was cold, like the snow on the mountains, but also like the moon in the cold sky.
When the Red Eyebrow Elder saw his appearance clearly, his eyes widened and he wished he could bite off his tongue.
The young man's lips curled up and his voice was smiling, but cold.
"Tianqian Peak, Pei Yuzhi, is the Chimei elder trying to drive me out of Yunxiao?"
Pei Yuzhi, Pei Yuzhi... ... this name symbolizes too many things.
There was a long silence.
Boom.
Some people in the crowd couldn't bear the stimulation and fainted.
The remaining young men all looked up blankly, gazing at the unreachable figure in the center of the arena, which seemed to be a combination of the brilliance of the sun and the moon.
The peak of the Tianqian Mountain, Pei Yuzhi. Heaven and earth are both quiet. These six words, without any redundant description, are enough to stir up the world.
Zhang Yiming.
Pei Yuzhi.
Zhang Yiming is Pei Yuzhi!!
The news was like a bomb that exploded in their minds.
The people at Shangyang Peak were particularly stiff, remembering those ridiculous bets and all the speculations about Zhang Yiming. They said he got in through the back door, that he had a relationship with the head of Wenqing Peak, that he was arrogant, and that he would be slapped in the face for saying that there are people beyond the reach of others.
But now, they are the ones who are slapped in the face.
However, there was no embarrassment in being slapped in the face. There was only a long period of shock and deep trance. Pei Yuzhi, number one on the Heavenly Ranking... was he so close to them
In the crowd, Fairy Wuhen stared at him blankly, lowering her head sadly. Xu Jing's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
But after being stunned for a while, some people went crazy and laughed loudly. In the crowd at Shangyang Peak, Xiao Chen grabbed the sleeve of someone beside him, his eyes full of light. He slapped his thigh excitedly and shouted, "My dad! See? That's my dad!"
The leader of the Red Eyebrow Peak was speechless for a long time, his lips trembling.
Pei Jing said: "Last time you were too arrogant and got scolded by my master, but now you still don't learn your lesson. Are the outer peak disciples not human beings? Get out!"
His three words rolled out, making the leader of the Red Eyebrow Peak lose face, but now he couldn't wait to leave.
After driving away the troublesome people, Pei Jing's eyes fell on Chang Wu. Chang Wu's legs were weak now, and he half-knelt on the ground.
Pei Jing didn't want to care about him for the time being. With a flick of his long sword, the mask was torn into pieces. The ferocious voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and the lips of the beauty on the face turned dark blue. As if she felt threatened, the Thousand-Faced Woman wanted to escape. Pei Jing left one face for Ji Wuduan to check, and he would not let go of the remaining one easily.
He attacked, the sword came out and then sheathed, the Thousand-Faced Woman let out a scream that shook the clouds. Then she exploded and shattered.
Chang Wu's legs trembled, and his pants were wet with fear. He wanted to leave tremblingly, taking advantage of Pei Yuzhi's inattention, but he retreated backwards and unexpectedly retreated to Ji Wuyou's side. Chang Wu suddenly felt hatred, his eyes were ferocious, and he stretched out his hand to fight to the death, wanting to kill him - it was all this bitch's fault.
Ji Wuyou was seriously injured and was strangled by him - he was unable to make a sound, but at the last moment, a new fire was rekindled in his eyes - that fire was hot and angry!
Changwu shuddered.
The Queen Mother of the West came back with a ferocious smile, stretched out her hand, and pierced through the human skin with her five fingers, pulling out Changwu's internal organs with blood all over.
Changwu died with his eyes open!
After Pei Jing dealt with the Thousand-Faced Woman, he turned around when he heard Ji Wuyou's voice.
But there was blood all over the ground.
Then, in the pool of blood, Ji Wuyou slowly began to smile.
A devastating blue light suddenly burst out from Changwu's body.
Then a figure appeared in the void and took shape.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like almonds, her lips were red, and her face was stunning. Her black hair was tied up high like clouds, and she looked elegant and graceful. The blurred aqua-blue silk brocade with flowers set off her elegant and unparalleled temperament.
The goddess of Kunlun Penglai fairyland had bloody vines growing from the corners of her eyes, looking evil and cold.
She smiled slightly.
Say softly.
"I'm out. This time, no one will survive here."
The author has something to say: Sorry...
I got so excited writing the unimportant fighting scenes...
You guys stewed me for pigeon soup.
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