Sad Tree sat cross-legged on the couch.
Zhang Mu bent his knees and half-kneeled on the couch, supported Sad Tree's leg with one hand, and raised his head.
Sad tree also just lowered his head.
The two people's breaths are intertwined, and the candlelight is charming.
The glazed golden bead staff leaned against the wall next to it, and the brilliance circulated, as bright as the moon.
The ambiguous relationship between the two was not enough to make Chang Ming's eyebrows tremble.
But then—
Zhang Mu put his hand on the back of the sad tree and rubbed it lightly. The sad tree seemed to feel comfortable and closed his eyes slightly. At this moment, Zhang Mu's tongue suddenly stretched out and jumped into the sad tree's mouth!
Beishu suddenly opened his eyes wide, his body wanted to struggle subconsciously, and his palm even patted Zhang Mu's shoulder, but when he patted the palm out, it was like a rock sinking into the sea, and there was no movement. Instead, he lost the last chance to escape. There was a humming sound, and they couldn't break free from Zhang Mu's mouth.
At this time, Zhang Mu opened his mouth to an almost impossible arc, swallowing the sad tree's lips and half of his cheek, like a young man eager to express his love to his lover.
Sad Tree's body finally calmed down after struggling and shaking violently.
Zhang Mu let go of his hand and let him fall softly onto the kang.
The former was still licking his lips, as if reminiscing about the beauty just now.
As for the sad tree—
Changming's eyes fell on him.
The sad tree didn't move, just like sleeping peacefully, but Chang Ming knew that he wouldn't find any scars all over his body, but if he checked carefully, he would find that the sad tree's soul had left the body.
Stimulate the soul without hurting the body.
This method of death is exactly the same as the method used to kill Liu Xiyu at the back of Qixianmen.
Changming frowned.
Zhang Mu is Liu Xiyu's murderer
No, Zhang Mu must have been by his side for a while to be able to get such trust from the sad tree, which is not right.
At this time, Yun Hai, who was beside him, squeezed his hand and wrote a few words on his palm.
Does it look good
Chang Ming raised his eyes and asked silently.
Yunhai smiled at him, quite teasing and witty.
The next moment, he lifted Chang Ming's forbidden speech technique, and flicked his fingers in the opposite direction of lush flowers and trees.
With a bang, the surrounding world seemed to break the ban.
A cluster of fireworks exploded where the finger fell, and it quickly burned.
Yunhai directly grabbed Changming and flew up and threw him into the sad tree house.
"Go!"
In Chang Ming's ear, Yun Hai's light laughter had not stopped when he saw Zhang Mu looking up at him, his eyes fierce and blood red, like a beast staring at its prey.
There was hardly any time for him to think, and the other party's figure had already moved, swept towards Changming like a gust of wind!
When it was too late, Chang Ming picked up the things beside him and quickly backed up, raising his sleeves to block in front of him.
The fluffy sleeves and the body that can almost ignore the cultivation base are simply like a man's arm as a car!
Zhang Mu sneered, and his spiritual power swept away along with his energy, and with a fierce scorching aura, faint sparks roared.
He could almost foresee Changming's sleeves being burnt to ashes, followed by a mutilated face and howling in pain.
It's a pity, he saw that this person had good skin before, and he could have been a new shell—
Unexpectedly, the other party's sleeves suddenly flipped, turning into a black butterfly and flying towards him.
The butterfly flutters its huge, colorful wings and dances lightly, and despite its size, it doesn't look intimidating.
Zhang Mu frowned and waved his hand to flick it away, but just as his hand touched the butterfly, one turned into ten, and the ten turned into a hundred and ten.
But it was too late for Chang Ming to run away. The guards of Qixingtai had already heard the movement and rushed to stop him from retreating.
None of the monks who can come to the Seven Stars Platform pretends to be ignorant that they can still sleep peacefully under such circumstances.
Many people also came to the scene after hearing the sound, but they just watched from the outside and did not easily intervene.
The sea of clouds has long disappeared.
Chang Ming is alone, facing Zhang Mu, who has a strange identity and origin, and many monks who will never take action if it has nothing to do with him.
No matter how you look at it, it is a situation where the odds of winning are zero.
In all these years, it was the first time that he had let his apprentice be pitted.
Sure enough, if you walk a lot at night, you will also encounter ghosts.
A blue flame burst out from Zhang Mu's place, burning all the butterflies to ashes.
He was so angry that he wanted to kill Chang Ming directly, but with so many cultivators present, he couldn't do it directly.
There is also a need for an upright charge.
"This person trespassed on the Seven Stars Terrace and killed my Lord Sorrow Tree. Today I will make you pay for it with your life!"
Everyone was shocked. They never thought that the sad tree had only been beautiful all night, and it died again!
Looking at Chang Ming's appearance again, it doesn't look like he can kill a grandmaster-level expert.
But in the other's hand, he was still holding the Golden Pearl Glazed Glass Staff of Sad Tree.
Everything seems to be convincing.
"Wait!"
Chang Ming swallowed the stench in his throat, and put aside the unworthy apprentice's betrayal of himself.
"This person's name is Zhang Mu. On the surface, he is a strategist of the Sad Tree, but he is actually transformed by a demon. His plans are very big. Do not believe his blood gushing people!"
Zhang Mu sneered: "You said I was a demon? I also said you were a demon! You trespassed on Qixingtai for no reason, murdered people and seized treasures, the glazed golden bead staff in your hand can tell everything! Come on, take him down !"
Standing on the steps with his hands behind his back, he didn't take Chang Ming in his eyes at all.
The two just fought each other. Although he was temporarily confused by the puppet butterfly, he also tried out the depth of Changming.
Since this person saw the cause of the death of the sad tree just now, he must not stay!
The glazed golden bead staff in the palm of his hand felt cold, which made Changming slightly awake.
If he guessed correctly, this long staff should have come from Qingyun Temple, and it is estimated that Beishu brought it with him when he betrayed the Temple.
It is estimated that it is still a kind of spiritual tool like the treasure of the town courtyard.
Although it is not as good as his Four Fei Sword, it is worthy of use.
Beishu's subordinates rushed from all directions, with four at the head and eight at the back.
These people's cultivation base is not high, and it is impossible for them to be alone. They can only rely on the resources of Qixingtai to support them. They can be regarded as the disciples of the Sad Tree, but their combined strength should not be underestimated.
They didn't pay attention to Chang Ming at all. This man looked bleak. At first glance, he was injured, and his cultivation was not very good. Take down.
In front of everyone's eyes, under the steps in front of the main hall of the Seven Stars Terrace, the young man holding the glazed golden bead staff had a sick face.
For the many monks who were watching the excitement, they wanted to know who the Sad Tree was killed by.
The first person rushed to make meritorious deeds, and took the lead, the long sword in his hand let go, and swept directly to the back of Changming's neck.
If there is no accident, the long swords pierce, and the blood splatters.
But this accident happened.
Chang Ming actually disappeared in front of him!
The man opened his eyes wide, and even forgot to retract his long sword, so he just let it fly out.
He thought it was a problem with his eyes, but he stopped and looked at the reactions of the people around him, all with a look of surprise.
After a while, Chang Ming appeared in front of him again.
The others did not hesitate any longer and slashed with their swords.
With a tear, Chang Ming was chopped into several pieces and fell to the ground.
But a few people looked closely, and where was the person cut off, it was clearly a piece of paper!
"Xu Xianzi, if I die, I'm afraid you will come here for nothing, and you will never find what you want!"
Everyone raised their heads following the sound, Changming stood on the roof and raised his voice.
Xu Jingxian, who was watching the play in the crowd, was suddenly called, and her mood was complicated for a moment.
She really wanted to see how Chang Ming handled the situation at hand.
No matter how you look at it, it's a dead end.
Changming died when he died, and it had nothing to do with him, but about raising the real grass, the other party must have hidden some words, what if he really couldn't find it? The situation in Jiuzhongyuan is complicated, and there are many crises. No matter whether it is people or demons, everyone has a ghost. Even if she has a lot of scheming, I am afraid that her fists will not be able to match her four palms.
Can be the enemy of Qixingtai...
In the blink of an eye, Xu Jingxian weighed the pros and cons, and finally sighed, floated up, and landed beside Changming.
Chang Ming raised his eyes and said humorously, "Fairy is righteous, now we are friends in adversity!"
Who wants to be friends with you in adversity!
Xu Jingxian was full of disgust and looked around.
They have been surrounded by circles, and it is difficult to fly. Those monks who came to the banquet are not related to each other, so it is impossible to help them. They want to get through the immediate crisis—
She started to regret it.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I saw Xu Jingxian, the Peak Master of Lingbo Peak of the Blood Sect. This person is my friend. He is injured, and he will never kill Master Sad Tree. Please take a look at me, slow down, and wait for everything to be checked. Clear the truth before making judgments!"
When Xu Jingxian didn't deliberately hold her voice, she still had the aura of being the master of one peak.
However, seeing the name of the blood sect is of no use here.
Zhang Mu's face didn't change at all, he looked up gloomily and stared at the two of them, his eyes fell on Chang Ming, he didn't say a word, just raised his hand slowly.
Xu Jingxian secretly cried out.
Sure enough, the opponent raised his wrist halfway and then suddenly waved it down!
This is the command to attack.
Those who got the order swarmed up and rushed to the roof!
"I'm going to kill you now!"
Xu Jingxian said angrily, she is the cultivation base of the prospective grandmaster, and under the siege of so many people, I am afraid that she will also be lucky, and it is even more impossible to rescue Changming.
Being wounded in such a place is like a fat sheep without the ability to resist, and it will lose its life at any time.
It is precisely because of seeing the blood sect that murders, loots, and loots the cauldron, Xu Jingxian has a deep understanding of human nature.
"I deal with Zhang Mu, you deal with them!"
Chang Ming stood up abruptly, but instead of standing in front of her to help her deal with the surrounding monks, he jumped over those people and took Zhang Mu directly.
Isn't this suicidal? !
Xu Jingxian didn't have time to stop him, so he swung out the silk yarn to fight with those people, and even helped Chang Ming to break up, and let him distract himself to kill Zhang Mu.
She didn't think Chang Ming could intercept Zhang Mu at all.
To put it bluntly, the technique of transforming gods into gods is still a side-by-side approach. The way to win is nothing but falsehood and reality, and surprises. If you are facing a master with a deep and stable cultivation base, this set of things has to be used in conjunction with your own spiritual power cultivation base. Changming is now The spiritual power is vain and the body is weak, and it is impossible to maintain the imperial object for a long time.
The spear in Zhang Mu's hand spun, and the red ying tip of the spear was like a raging fire, and it stabbed at Chang Ming with the red flames tossing.
What kind of imperial illusion is nothing in front of him, if Changming wants to use the trick just now to deceive him, it will be a complete axe!
The flame at the tip of the gun instantly hit Changming's eyebrows!
There was no blood spurting as he imagined, and the other party did not disappear. He just stood quietly in the air and looked at him with a smile.
Zhang Mu immediately noticed that something was wrong, he turned around, and swung his spear around, his energy was so strong, it exploded and cracked, and the flames shot up the sky!
three!
The three Changming, not far or near, resisted his offensive with different starting hands and different ways of responding to the enemy, and shot Zhang Mu's flames back and rolled back at the same time.
Zhang Mu had no choice but to jump up and dodge away.
Which is the real Changming? !
The other party's cultivation base is obviously low and superficial, how can there be such a technique, even he can't see through it for a while? !
Yes, the glazed golden bead staff!
Zhang Mu had a flash of light.
Beishu's glazed golden bead staff, also known as Sancai Jinzhu staff, used to be the treasure of Qingyun Temple. Xinghe, and defeated many opponents, is also related to the help this Zen staff gave him.
But after all, it is a spiritual thing of Buddhism, and it is not something that ordinary people can comprehend if they want to, and manipulate it if they want to.
Not only is this person very handy, but he can actually use it to such an effect.
Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes.
The three talents, the people of heaven and earth.
Three beads in one, one bead is divided into three.
The dzi and the earth are complementary to each other, but the human bead is slightly insufficient, and the user must make up for it.
The weakest, flickering one...
You are the one!
Zhang Mu showed a bloodthirsty smile and shot the spear!
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Small theater unrelated to the text:
Chang Ming: I actually had a day when I was tricked by my apprentice
Zhou Ke: Happy to see the blood sect sent a congratulatory message.
Sun Buku: Amitabha, evil has evil retribution.
Song Yanyan: If you walk too much at night, you will see ghosts.
Yun Weisi: Who is the ghost