Above the four big peaks, the sound of wind suddenly came.
The figures of the disciples on the peak are like fallen wheat fields, supporting each other in the staggering situation, while the Tianku Peak in the strong wind is more like a musical instrument, playing a soul-crushing sad funeral song, the tearing sound The roar made countless people cover their ears.
"Those who live longer must avoid the inner peak!" Someone shouted loudly, forming a barrier with sword energy to protect everyone from escaping.
"All the disciples retreat, the elders who have a long life will stick to the formation with me!"
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In the violent world, even the roar of the monk Huang Zhongdalu was often suppressed by the sound of wind.
In the sky, the two giant swords were like dragons colliding. After the collision, they became more like fighting pythons, entangled with each other, strangulating and eating each other alive in a coitus-like posture.
Where the two collided, the strong sword energy was like a sea of thunder and clouds, rolling endlessly.
The sun was blocked by the thick clouds, the sky and the earth became groggy, the strong wind endlessly swept the four peaks, all the snowy cherry blossoms were knocked down, the trees seemed to have been blown away, and the branches were left alone and bare.
This earth-shaking clash of giant swords ended with the defeat of the Zitian Dao Sect.
Before entering the peak, they had estimated the realm of the masters of the four peaks many times, and even added one level to each person's original level. According to calculations, the sword of the Dao Sect could originally stabilize the Yujian Tianzong, but When the sword came, the power of Tianzong's sword still exceeded their estimation.
In the sky, the Dao Sect's dark purple-green frost was swallowed up by that ancient sword. This scene was like a hurricane filled with sand and dust blowing through a village and town, covering everything with the color of yellow sand.
The strength of the confrontation has exceeded its limit.
The Tao sword shattered, and Tianzong's mountain-protecting sword moved forward at a faster speed. Even if Shi Wu and Shi Shi Yi escaped from the center of the sword's intention, they still could not escape completely. They were resisted by the dragon boat-like sword and slashed. Arrived outside the peach curtain.
But the boy in black and Thirteen Yuchen successfully broke through the mountain-protecting formation together.
But as soon as the formation was broken, the four fairy swords that had driven back the strongest members of the Taoist sect flew back into the air, and stabbed them together with four awe-inspiring sword intentions.
"Master..." Ning Xiaoling ran to Lu Marian's side, supported her, and asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong?"
Lu Marion wiped the blood from the corners of her lips with her sword. She shook her head and said, "It's okay. Where is your senior brother?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "Senior brother... Senior brother hasn't come back yet."
Lu Marry clenched her teeth and said, "Go back to the inner peak first. It's too dangerous here."
Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said stubbornly: "I am going to reach the immortal realm now, and I want to help you!"
Lu Marian said: "Although they were injured, the mountain protection formation was broken. If the other two Taoist masters arrive, I will not be able to protect you."
Ning Xiaoling held the sword and clenched her fists: "I, I will protect myself!"
Lu Marry sighed softly and stretched out her hand to wipe her dirty cheeks.
Ning Xiaoling's expression suddenly changed, as if she remembered something. She grabbed her master's hand and said, "Master, I... I will return to the peak first. You must be careful."
"Hmm..." Lu Marian felt something strange, but did not ask further. She is willing to go back, which can always make herself feel more at ease.
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The peach curtain is like two separate pieces of sea water.
The young man in black and Shisan Yuchen were also temporarily forced to leave.
After a long time, Shiwu's Taoist sword flew back again. The sect leader who stepped on the sword was injured by the mountain-protecting sword. Half of his body was covered in blood. His sleeves were also torn into hundreds of long strands, but his eyes were Perseverance, still no intention of retreating.
Now it takes time for Yujian Tianzong to repair the mountain-protecting formation. Without the formation, they can only use human barriers to block the Taoist sect's next attack.
Jing Yangxia came with the Blue Sky Sword. He looked at Shi Wu who was seriously injured and said, "You are still stubborn and insist on fighting to the death?"
Shiwu said: "No matter how injured you are, if you can't kill me, you can't defeat me."
Jing Yangxia said coldly: "My sect has a solid foundation. With just you, at best, both sides will suffer losses."
Shi Wudao: "I said, all I want is the Heavenly Soul Lamp. If the Heavenly Soul Lamp returns to its original owner, what happened today will not happen!"
"I've never heard of the Heavenly Soul Lamp!" Jing Yangxia said.
Shi Wudao: "The Heavenly Soul Lamp is hidden under the Heavenly Cave Peak! Peak Master Lu should know this best."
Lu Jiaoyou held Minglan's sword in front of him and said coldly: "What level of cultivation does it take to steal something from you? Do you think such a person would hide in Tianku Peak?"
Shiwu looked at her horizontal sword posture with a slightly strange look on his face, and said, "I see... I couldn't figure out why we lost before. It turns out that I underestimated you too much."
Lu Marry was indifferent and silent.
Shi Wudao said: "Master Lu Feng has been hiding his secrets for a long time and only showed his talents today. It seems that he has a big agenda."
Lu Marian said: "What are you doing?"
Shiwu raised his hand, and the broken sleeves gathered together again like broken clouds. He said: "Today, I have regarded honor and integrity as nothing. The Heavenly Soul Lamp and the Taoist Sect are bound to be won. For this, I can Don’t hesitate to use all the efforts of all the sects.”
His words were sonorous and decisive, but Lu Marian still had no intention of giving in. The fairy sword in her hand also sounded according to her heart, as clear as a rock.
But Shi Wu's words still shook some people's hearts.
"Is the Heavenly Soul Lantern really not at Tianku Peak?"
"Master Lu, you and your disciples have hidden it so deeply. Is there something hidden in this..."
"The two sects are fighting, but the mountains and rivers are broken. If the Heavenly Soul Lantern is really at Tianku Peak, what's the harm in taking it out?"
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After the mountain-protecting formation was broken, many people lost their sense of security. The aloof gods would one day face unreasonable disasters of life and death. This sense of disparity is most likely to lead to complaints and doubts.
Even the Master of Huiyang Peak looked at Lu Marion and whispered: "Master Lu, we all believe in your character, but there are also many elders in seclusion in Tianku Peak. It is said that two months ago, you were in seclusion. There was a civil strife in the peak, and they wanted to assassinate you. It is said that the culprit of this matter is still missing. Could it be related to the Tianhun Lantern?"
Lu Marry's clear eyes narrowed slightly, and her soft eyebrows tightened like swords. And in her mind, the dragon-wrapped pillar that penetrated Tianku Peak and the boundless gray-black fog appeared unconsciously in her mind. She vaguely felt that there really was some huge secret hidden underneath.
But now that the Taoist sect has deceived people to this extent, how can we let others search the peak again
"The bottom of the peak and valley is the forbidden area of Tianku Peak. No one is allowed to set foot there. I am willing to investigate this matter personally. If the Tianhun Lamp is really stolen by people from my peak, justice will be done. But today you have destroyed my mountain gate. The big formation forced me to protect the mountain sword, but now I am defeated, and you want to invade my peak under the pretense of stealing, when did Yujian Tianzong allow outsiders to do whatever they want!"
Lu Yaowei stood up on his sword, level with Shi Wu, dressed in snow clothes and stood in the air, refusing to give an inch.
She knows better than anyone else that even if the Heavenly Soul Lamp is really in Tianku Peak, it must not be returned to them. The Soul Lamp must be the key to the resurrection of the Nine Infants. If they really let them create the Nine Infants, Yujian Tianzong will not know what will happen to them. What kind of revenge!
"Lu Jianxian is indeed very handsome, but you have stolen my Taoist sect's most valuable treasure, and you want the entire Yujian Tianzong to protect you? Is this what the famous sect does?" Shiwu sneered: "What's more, in my opinion, you Now we have just entered the Purple Court, how far can our sword energy go if it becomes stronger?"
Jing Yangxia, the leader of Shouxiao Peak, actually knew about the rumors about the Heavenly Soul Lantern. Now a series of things have happened. When he saw the young man in black again, he also guessed many key points. His originally wavering heart became stronger. stand up.
Even if the Heavenly Soul Lamp was really stolen by our sect, it was just to prevent evil spirits from appearing in the world.
With the idea now clear, Bixiao sword came out and hung at the side of Lu Yuaiyu to express his attitude.
The blood on Shiwu's body flowed back into his body, and his clothes gradually became cleaner.
"In that case, there's nothing to talk about." Shiwu's voice spread like a sinking cloud.
Lu Marry looked past Shi Wu and looked at Shi Yi, and said, "You were the one who declared a war with me that day. Today, you are climbing the mountain, but in order to fulfill this promise?"
Shiwu looked at Lu Wenwen and frowned. He thought this woman was a little crazy.
Now the two sects are evenly matched, Yujian Tianzong is even slightly better. Lu Jianjian and the master of the four peaks use swords together to ensure their invincibility, but if they really want to compete with Shishiyi, they will only end up dead.
Shishiyi looked at this beautiful female swordsman, and slightly raised the corners of his solemn mouth, saying: "Master Lu Feng is young, and both his swordsmanship and appearance are outstanding in Nanzhou. If he dies today, My hands are shattered, even I feel sorry for them."
Jing Yangxia also said: "Don't be impulsive. That letter of war is an unjust act by them. You must not respond. Put the overall situation first."
Lu Marian has her own calculations in mind. The strength of her sword far exceeds her expectations. Now fighting alone, she is not afraid of anyone. Her only hidden worry is that she is afraid that she will break through in the battle. When the time comes, her heart will The Demonic Tribulation and the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation came together, and she had to be distracted to overcome the calamity, so Tianzong simply lost one Peak Master.
But now she is only a very thin line away from Ziting.
Lu Marry finally had no impulse.
During the confrontation, both sides slowly drew out their weapons.
The sword cloud in the sky lingers for a long time, and the sword star above Tianku Peak is looming in the clouds.
Most of the people on the four peaks have already evacuated, and the scattered figures look very lonely.
Shiwu looked at the four peak masters. He also did not expect that today's events would come to this point.
It's just that as the leader of Zitian Dao Sect, if he comes here personally, if he can't even defeat the Four Peaks without the leader, how will the Dao Sect gain a foothold in Nanzhou when Hanchi comes back
So today, he wanted to take back the Heavenly Soul Lamp no matter what. After the Nine Infants were cast, they had nothing to fear whether the sect leader who traveled around the world would come back or not.
"There is no one in the Four Peaks, but I want you, a woman in your early twenties, to take the lead." Shiwu thought of Tianzong's past glory and smiled lightly.
He pushed out the Dao sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Lu Yueyou.
It was just that the Dao sword could not move even an inch, and the smile froze on his face.
In the Tianku Peak, a very strong sword energy suddenly rose from the ground. The clouds above were affected by the sword energy and spread out from the center to the outside, revealing a circle like a patio.
And in the Tiancao Peak, countless caves suddenly became silent together, and the large snow-white sword energy was like a waterfall rushing out of the rocks, swallowing up the sound of the wind passing through the caves.
Those waterfalls flowed upstream and merged into a soaring tornado. In the entire Tianku Peak, all that could be seen was the vast sword energy like white water.
Shiwu frowned, and pushed out the Dao sword, but was blocked by the upside-down sword waterfall, making it difficult to advance.
"Who is it?" Behind him, Shi Shiyi also shouted. Just as the Dao sword was about to be unsheathed, an invisible big hand pressed towards him.
When the Dao sword was three inches out of its sheath, a hand pressed on the hilt. Then the Dao sword solidified, and the sword body was pushed back inch by inch. After three breaths, the sword energy was pushed back into the sheath, and then the ancient sword's sheath It exploded with a loud bang, sawdust flying around like shards, and the explosion caused Shi Shiyi to retreat dozens of feet, and his body crashed into the peach curtain.
In the distance, the young man in black and Thirteen Yuchen looked at each other, and their expressions were indescribably shocked.
Why does Yujian Tianzong still have such a master
Even if the sect leader comes in person, it’s nothing more than that, right
The sword energy flowing upstream was retracted into its sheath, and the white water-like waterfall curtain dissipated, revealing the figure of an old man hanging in the air.
The old man was dressed in an ancient yellow robe, with navy blue wheat ear patterns embroidered on the cuffs. His white hair and eyebrows were extremely long, and the heavy twilight energy on his body seemed to have been washed away, leaving only the sword intent that could overpower everything. .
"Yan Zhou..." Jing Yangxia was surprised.
Yan Zhou once made a blood oath to imprison himself in the bookstore. This matter is no longer a secret. Why can he get out of prison safely today? And... He has no sword in his hand at all. So who did this sword energy and sword intention come from
Yan Zhou lowered his head, glanced at the palm of his empty hand, and smiled sadly. His original sword was an ordinary sword from Tianku Peak. It failed to withstand the erosion of the Tianyu Sword Scripture and was completely melted.
Although this sword was of ordinary quality, he had worn it for many years.
In the past, there was a saying in the peak that someone would return with the sword.
Now that the sword is gone, the man is not far away.
He only had one last chance to strike.
"Who to kill?" Yan Zhou asked.
There was obviously no sword in his hand, but the sword energy was like a siege crossbow hidden in the clouds, locking onto everyone.
The sword in the second volume of the Tianyu Sword Sutra is sure to kill as soon as it comes out.
The masters of the four peaks were all shocked, and everyone turned their attention to this uncle who was the same generation as the sect master.
Who to kill? Who is he asking
At this time, everyone noticed that a young man in white walked out of Tianku Peak.
Yan Zhou looked at him, asking the young man's opinion.
Ning Jiujiu has looked at everyone. He is like the real Yama. Just saying someone's name can send him to the deepest part of the underworld.
"That one." Ning Changjiu pointed at Shi Shiyi.
Lu Marion's knuckles holding the hilt of the sword turned whiter. Her expression trembled slightly and she hesitated to speak.
Yan Zhou said: "Are you sure? That young man seems to be the most evil?"
Ning Jiujiu knew that killing the boy in black was the best choice, because that would directly prevent the birth of Jiu Ying. Without consciousness, even if it was put together completely, it would be nothing more than a madman and could not be used by the Taoist sect at all.
Ning Jiujiu sighed: "He is the demon spirit of Jiuying. To kill him, you have to kill him eight times in a row."
Yan Zhou nodded, now he only had one chance to strike.
But even if the young man in black was not killed, the sword should have fallen on Shi Wu, the master of the Taoist sect.
Lu Marry was the first to understand that he didn't want her to act out of emotion, but... But she was clearly his master, and that was clearly the challenge she accepted. How can any disciple worry about everything for his master? This is obviously treating him like a little girl... As for respecting the teacher, it is obvious that there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority!
The rest of the people gradually came to understand. They noticed that Lu Jianwen's expression was no longer cold, and all the emotions in the eyes that looked at Ning for a long time were as if they were seeing flowers through a fog.
Could it be that they...
Before they could think about it, Yan Zhou had already raised his hand. He was holding an invisible sword. There was no sword energy in the sword, and the murderous intention was as light as a thin silk thread.
Although the masters of the Zitian Dao Sect had seen the opponent's extremely powerful moves, they originally thought that this was more likely to be a bluff. If the Yujian Tianzong really had such masters in charge, why did they take action now
And this old man seems to be running out of gas and can only use one sword.
One sword... They were sure that the old man had not reached the fifth path, and Shiwu and Shishiyi were both great practitioners on the eighth floor of Ziting. Who under the five paths could kill them with one sword
Shishiyi originally thought so too.
But the moment the yellow-robed old man named Yan Zhou raised his hand, he felt a strange feeling in his heart - his heart, throat and other fatal parts seemed to be connected by a thread called death. It is the most flexible spider silk in the world. It cannot be broken or cut.
Shi Shiyi still did not believe that he would die. When he was thirty, he had mastered the sixty-four methods of Taoism. He also read through all nine of the most difficult and difficult scriptures in the Taoist sect, and from them he learned three more ways to penetrate the sky. There is even a secret method of suspended animation and reincarnation.
A moment ago, he saw the sword of Tianzong collide with the sword of Daomen with his own eyes. He gained additional insights in his heart, and his swordsmanship also improved. At this moment, the edge of the unsheathed sword in his hand was revealed, and it seemed that it could split everything.
His realm and power are also at the peak of this life.
All eyes converge here.
Yan Zhou threw his sword.
Thousands of Taoist illusions also appeared around Shishiyi. Among them, there were layers of purple towers reaching the sky, a Taoist master sitting alone on a lotus platform, pinching magical magic with his hands, tapping the human dharma between his fingers, and a Taoist sword passing through. The sky passes by, sometimes as big as a boat, sometimes as small as a mustard, and thousands of stars in the sleeves turn over, rising and falling, and destroying.
And Shi Wu would not let him face this sword alone. He also showed off his unique skills, and the phantom Taoist skills were like a purple dragon disk with his body as a shield, protecting him in front of Shi Shiyi. The boy in black, who was the Nine Infant Demon Spirit, also stretched his arms, spread his hands, and twisted the space where Yan Zhou's sword traveled, trying to deflect it.
When everyone seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, Yan Zhou quietly turned around after throwing his sword.
He walked down from the clouds, and the clouds condensed into lotus flowers under his feet, as if he was the real Taoist master.
And his vitality faded away with each step, just like the lotus flower on the sole of his feet.
"Little friend..." Yan Zhou came to Ning Changjiu and sighed: "If you see Hanchi in the future, tell him to come back early. I will be worthy of the Heavenly Sect."
Ning Jiujiu hummed.
In the sky, different kinds of explosions rang out, including roars, howls, cracks, and muffled sounds...
A deep purple sword light penetrated everything like rays of light.
In the deep purple, white light surged up and cracked, like a demon breaking out of its shell.
The light in the sky was so bright, like the grandest fireworks in the imperial city.
Those firelights made Yan Zhou's face even darker - like deathly ashes.
When the light died out, a dark purple robe in the sky looked like a big bird with folded wings, floating from high altitude to the bottom of the valley, and was no longer visible in the blink of an eye.
Fourteen Yi fell to the bottom of the peak together with the Taoist skills he had learned all his life.
Shiwu looked in shock at the sword that destroyed thousands of Taoist spells and killed Shishiyi. The flames in his chest could no longer be suppressed and turned into a roar of extreme grief and anger.
The young man in black was more shocked than anyone else. He could not imagine that that sword actually ignored the laws of his own space...
Only Shi San Yuchen quickly calmed down. She clearly saw the whole process of Shi Shi Yi's death. She no longer had any other thoughts in her heart. She glanced at the boy in white, as if she was looking at the real person. ghost. She knew that the biggest reason for Shi Yi's death was the letter of challenge.
"Let's go!" Shisan Yuchen scolded. The days are long, and nothing can happen to anyone today.
Shi Wu raised his eyes and watched Yan Zhou's vitality dissipate little by little. He also understood that even though they had lost a peerless master at this moment, the balance of power was already out of balance.
Jing Yangxia was supposed to hunt down Shi Wu with the others and try to keep them behind.
But their eyes were attracted by something even more terrifying.
After Yan Zhou died, his body cracked open, and a white-grey figure ripped open the spine on his back like a cocoon and crawled out bit by bit.
It was a translucent white-gray shadow, only half a person tall, very slender and petite, like a doll.
Its body is wrapped in hair, and its gender cannot be seen clearly. Its lower body has no legs, but has a mermaid-like tail. The tail is hanging in the air. There are many gray lines lingering at the lower end of the tail. The ends of those lines, It is wrapped around an ancient scroll that is almost phantom-like, and those gray threads are like iron nails firmly nailed to the name of the ancient scroll.
The title of the volume is from an unknown era and is complex and obscure.
"The Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture!" Jing Yangxia exclaimed. He never thought that today he would be able to see the sword scripture that had been lost for many years.
Ning looked at the other person's face for a long time. It was a neutral face, with feminine eyebrows, but the cheek lines had a toughness unique to men.
"Why can't you run away on your own?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture looked at him as if he were an idiot and said, "Can you carry yourself and walk?"
Ning Jiujiu hugged himself and flew back.
"Where are you going! Are you going to go back on your word!" The Spirit of the Sword Scripture was stunned when it saw his funny actions, and its reaction was half a beat too slow. It stretched out its hand and failed to catch Ning Jiujiu directly.
It quickly calmed down... The distance was still enough, and its palm passed through the long hair, sending out a special sword intent, trying to connect with his body and occupy it. But it suddenly discovered that there was no room for itself in this young man's body... It obviously watched him learn all those sword moves with its own eyes. What was going on
Ning Jiujiu winked at Lu Marry.
Lu Marry understood, and several rays of sword energy fell like shields, surrounding the spirit of the Sword Sutra.
"You want to cross the river and destroy the bridge..." Na Jianjing held his head, his fingers tangled in his hair, and said, "Do you believe it or not, I will kill you..."
Ning Jiujiu retreated to a safe distance, adding fuel to the fire and comforting him: "Calm down."
The spirit of the Sword Sutra was speechless by his calm tone. It regretted that it should not believe his words. Sure enough, all humans are untrustworthy...
It said angrily: "This is your woman. Believe it or not, I will kill her immediately with one more sword strike! You should know that my sword will kill you with one strike!"
Lu Marion frowned, a little displeased.
Ning Jiujiu knew that the spirit of the Sword Scripture was not powerful, and that it relied largely on the realm of the parasite to produce the sword.
"Senior brother, senior brother!" Ning Xiaoling's voice came from behind him.
Ning Jiujiu turned around and asked, "Have you brought it?"
Ning Xiaoling held a stone container like an urn in her arms and nodded vigorously.
The face of the Spirit of Sword Scripture changed: "You... what are you going to do! You promised me! I helped you kill people, how could you do this?! You despicable villain!"
This was the thing that originally sealed the Sword Sutra. Yan Zhou took it with him to capture the spirit of the Sword Sutra, but he could not find it for decades, so the original container sat idle in the corner. Now it even accumulates A layer of dust.
Ning Jiujiu has figured it out. Since the connection between minds cannot be avoided, he should make good use of it.
He used the connection between their hearts to convey several pictures. The smart and dexterous Ning Xiaoling understood what his senior brother meant, silently returned to the peak, and then brought this from the bookcase.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Have you memorized those sword moves?"
Ning Xiaoling nodded: "Keep it in mind."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "Then remember to teach my brother when the time comes."
Ning Xiaoling also smiled: "Yeah! I am senior brother's little piggy bank."
He conveyed part of the memory of sword moves to Ning Xiaoling, and then erased it himself, not giving the spirit of the sword scripture a chance to create space to occupy.
"Shameless..." The spirit of the Sword Scripture couldn't figure out how Ning Jiujiu did it. Things like connecting minds were beyond its understanding. It just scratched its long hair frantically and said angrily: "I will one day... I want to cut off your head! Then cut you into eighty-one pieces... so that you will never be reincarnated!"
Ning ignored it for a long time and looked into the sky.
Shiwu and others already wanted to retreat.
And Jing Yangxia and other Four Peaks masters would not let them escape unscathed.
When the next battle was about to break out, the young man in black suddenly hugged his head with a painful look on his face: "He... they... Zhang Chengyu, he... ah!!!"
Shiwu turned his head and realized immediately, over there in Liantian Town... something happened!
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An hour ago.
In the most strictly supervised forbidden area of Zitian Dao Sect, a beam of light was pushed in as the door opened.
The light was quickly covered by another shadow.
"Nine babies..."
Zhang Chengyu slowly walked in from the door. With every step he took, his age became more obvious. When he reached the huge frame of Jiuying, he could no longer straighten his back.
His skinny fingers touched Jiuying's white bones. There were countless tiny cracks on each of its bones. They were all traces of splicing. Zitian Dao Sect spent an unknown amount of manpower and time to complete this three-thousand-year-old statue. The former gods are pieced together completely.
The eight huge heads were like a pair of outstretched wings, and the empty eye sockets on the skulls stared deathly at the tiny old man under the body.
It has obviously lost its life, but it still carries the unique majesty and ferocity of a god.
They are not real gods. In that era, there were many beings who were above them, but anyone from that era can be deservingly canonized as a god today.
Twelve Qiu looked at Zhang Chengyu quietly, feeling his true sorrow and sadness, and waited patiently for his back to straighten up again.
"Sir, is it okay?" Twelve Qiu asked.
Zhang Chengyu took one last look at the traces of the severed neck bones in the center, and nodded heavily. Then, he took out a piece of paper and began to draw. It took him dozens of pieces of drawing paper to draw Jiu Ying. The skeleton is drawn into the painting with every detail.
This great painting did not take him much time. He rolled up the painting and said, "Let's go."
Twelve Qiu took the old man out of the Taoist forbidden area and escorted him to Lotus Field.
"Sir, it is said that your body died long ago. Now you have been preparing for so many years and running around so many things just for your friends?" When Twelve Autumn sent him to Liantian Town, he asked the doubts in his heart. He didn't believe it before. Gods have feelings.
Zhang Chengyu recalled the past... He was the only one among the three who 'survived', but he was also the one who truly had no bones left. His survival to this day was only based on the coincidental gift of the Ancient Underworld King at that time.
"It has been my long-cherished wish for three thousand years to see my two old friends again." Zhang Chengyu sighed.
Twelve Qiu asked again: "I wonder about another old friend of yours..."
It was talking about the Ba snake that swallowed the sacred elephant back then. He also learned from the old man that the snake's real name was "Xiu".
Zhang Chengyu said: "The body of Xiu She is hidden in the Yujian Tianzong. When the Nine Infants are resurrected, we will pick it up... This is what you promised me back then."
Twelve Qiu nodded and said: "After today, Yujian Tianzong will become a vassal of the Taoist sect. I will help you find the bones of your old friend even if you dig three feet into the ground."
Zhang Chengyu nodded slightly.
He did not go directly to the lotus pond, but went to his study first.
Twelve autumns are waiting outside the door.
The old man walked into the house and took down a hanging painting from the wall. It was a lifelike painting of a big black snake in a lotus pond.
His fingers gently rubbed the long-dried paint on it, as if counting its scales seriously, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face. His skinny throat quivered like a dead skin, and he said: "It's been so many years." …Are you starving?”
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