Qi Lingshu carried the sword, glanced coldly at the mountain monsters, and asked, "How to enter Jiu Gai?"
The mountain monsters were shaking like chaff, and said, "Young master, spare your life, we are just some rural mountain monsters, and we have never even been to Dawangzhai, let alone Jiugai."
"Yeah, yeah, the demon moths travel the world, and there are walking corpses everywhere. We haven't eaten, and we've been hungry for ten days. This is the only way to take the risk and hit the ideas of the immortals." Shan Yao cried with snot and tears, "Young master, spare our lives, we don't dare to come out and hurt people even if we starve to death!"
"I don't know, then it's useless." Qi Lingshu said.
The cold and evil black energy on his body suddenly surged up and rushed towards those mountain monsters. In just a blink of an eye, all the mountain monsters were sucked dry, turning into dry skin like pockets. Yun Zhi was taken aback, blood-sucking cultivation is a taboo in Taoism. Although the demons and monsters entered the realm very quickly, they were like walking on the edge of the abyss of dangerous buildings. Judging by the murderous aura on his body towering like a mountain, with a faint ominous blood color, he must have been practicing like this for some time.
"Qi Lingshu, you devil, you dare to come!" A square-faced disciple shouted with a sword, "It's a shame that I used to regard you as a beacon and hang your portrait on the bedside to pay homage to every day. What you wrote Daoism, I can recite every article! Look at how you look like a ghost, what face do you have to come to see me, and what face do you have to see your respected teacher, Elder Yuanwei, under the Nine Springs!"
Qi Lingshu frowned and said with a sneer, "Who are you and what are you doing? How dare you mention my master's title even with you?"
As soon as the words fell, Wen Xue sword suddenly unsheathed, and the frost-like sword light shot up into the sky. In an instant, the forest was like snow in the wind, and the icy sword light fell one after another. The world was suddenly bleak and white, and all the disciples changed color in dismay. With such a beautiful sword light, none of them were Qi Lingshu's opponents. Yunzhi rubbed his forehead with a headache, these two idiots, they have to fight with others if they can't beat them!
With his right hand clenched, the sword of regret roared out from his toes, splitting more than 20 sword shadows and covering the dazzling sword light. There were clanging clanging sounds, all the sword lights were drawn out of their original orbits, and a piece of bamboo and wood around was cut off.
Yun Zhi fluttered to the ground, grinned at the gloomy young man, his eyebrows stretched, and he shone brightly.
"Long time no see, did you miss me, little uncle?"
"..." When Qi Lingshu saw him, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and the blood of the evil spirit on the demon seal dissipated a little. Qi Lingshu frowned and said in a low voice, "It's you."
Yunzhi was about to speak, but the square-faced disciple shouted again: "Qi Lingshu, you actually murdered! How much I admired you in the past, how much I regret it today! Today, I will definitely clear the door for the righteous path of the world!"
Qi Lingshu's face changed, and he sneered: "What a righteous path in the world!"
Yun Zhi has never seen such a gloomy look on his face. Qi Lingshu is a well-known gentleman, the benchmark of Xianmen. The Inner Demon Seal on his forehead was instantly red as blood, and the black energy on his body surged like a wave. The head of Zhonggushan was so stunned, Yun Zhi was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. Seeing that Wen Xuejian was about to be unsheathed, Yun Zhi hurriedly took a step forward and stopped in the middle of him and the disciples of Zhonggu Mountain, saying: "Little Master, I came back this time, and I made a special trip to see you. Let's leave these idiots alone. Let's have a drink together!"
"Get out of the way." Qi Lingshu's eyes were gloomy.
"Don't let it," Yun Zhi said, "Why, you even beat me? It's no good, I've come all the way to find you, but you still do it to me!"
"Get out of the way." Qi Lingshu repeated for the second time.
The Qi Lingshu now is completely different from the past. Those eyes are almost immersed in ice water. Just looking at him makes people feel cold.
Yun Zhi sighed and said, "Little Martial Uncle, if you kill this group of people, you really won't be able to look back."
Qi Lingshu was silent for a long time. Under the sky, he stood there like a lonely bamboo.
"Yunzhi, what's wrong with Fulan, and why is Qi Yin? Can someone give them a chance?" Qi Lingshu raised her eyes to look at him, and the bottom of her cold eyes was covered with snow for thousands of years, "I can't look back, and I don't want to look back. In the past, I just ask you one question, are you killing or fleeing?"
"Of course it's killing!" The Fang-faced disciple jumped out, drew his sword and stood beside Yun Zhi, "Fellow Daoist, I'm with you!"
Yun Zhi reluctantly poked out his ears, and said to the group of fools behind him who were under the tree: "Hurry up and get this idiot away. He's dead in a while, and I can't control it."
The rest of the disciples quickly stepped forward, covered the man's mouth, and fled as if dragging him to fly. Yun Zhi turned around and drew his sword slowly, the sword of repentance poured out of the scabbard like mercury gurgling.
"Little Martial Uncle, do we have to draw our swords to face each other?" Yun Zhi whispered.
"You and I are different."
"Never mind." Yun Zhi threw away the scabbard, the blade stuck to his hand like an inch of autumn water, "Please!"
Wen Xuejian was unsheathed again, and the light of the sword exploded in the forest, as if fine snow fell on its head. All the sword lights were aimed at a shadow, which was Yun Zhi who was standing still like a dead tree not far away. The guy seemed to be asleep, standing there with his head down, the blade tucked behind his elbow, motionless. Asking Xuejian to walk close to the ground, the grass and trees are broken at waist level wherever he goes, the surging sword qi is three steps away from Yunzhi, the man suddenly moves, with regret shaking the snow light, twisting from the gap in the snowflake sword qi Turn over, walk out of a tortuous line, and approach Qi Lingshu's face.
He is not asleep, nor is he in a daze, he is waiting for the sword shadow to approach and find the gap that leads directly to Qi Lingshu, and then kills it with one hit!
There is no dazzling sword shadow, and no shocking sword light. There is only a sword of repentance. The electric light flashes and disappears, and it immediately reaches Qi Lingshu's eyes. This is the true strength of Yunzhi. This rogue-like guy has never had a good reputation in Xianmen. When the elders mentioned that he always talked about his romantic affair with drinking under the moon, they said that he was laughing and laughing and was not doing his job properly. In the end, he gave Feng a good future. sweat. No one knows that he is the real kendo genius, and his talent is even higher than Qi Lingshu!
It is a pity that he was not facing Luo Tian Luandao's Xianmen Road Beacon standing on the sword-wiping platform half a year ago, but the Ruoshui Sword Demon, Qi Lingshu.
Youhui sword stopped an inch in front of Qi Lingshu, and the demonic energy solidified in front of him like a substance, blocking Youhui's pace.
"This move is not Feng Huan's swordsmanship." Qi Lingshu faced the cold Han Feng, his expression unchanged.
"That's right, I created it myself." Yun Zhi said, "I insisted on going back to the human world. My master expelled me from the teacher's door. I couldn't use the teacher's swordsmanship, so I had to create it myself."
"..." Qi Lingshu's eyelashes drooped slightly, "This trick is very good, what is it called?"
Yun Zhi suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Listen, this is a shocking move that I have studied and studied for several years without eating or drinking. The full name is Little Master Shi Shi Shi Shi Mo, what you just saw is the first starting style— Silky face."
"..." Qi Lingshu couldn't bear it anymore, with blue veins on his forehead, "Yun... know...!"
"Little Martial Uncle, I haven't finished this trick yet." Yun knew.
Qi Lingshu's heart skipped a beat, and the sword of regret suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only a yellow paper spell swaying down. He suddenly reacted and wanted to turn around, but it was too late. A cold sword light whistled from behind his head, and the sharp sound pierced the air, as if silk was torn. Yun Zhi has never found a way to break through his sword shadow, the regret just now was just an illusion created by the talisman, and the real regret was hidden behind him! You Huijian rubbed his face and flew over, leaving a thin red mark, a strand of hair on his cheek was cut off, and floated along the sword wind to Yunzhi's palm.
Yun Zhi caught the black hair and said with a smile, "Look, the little uncle has a face, can I get my name?"
There was silence in the forest.
Wen Xuejian was unsheathed, and the sword light swept through the forest in an instant, and Yunzhi's eyes were blank. His heart skipped a beat, and Yun Zhi hurriedly dodged away, his robes squeaked against the wind, like a lot of pigeons getting into his arms. He retreated three feet and shouted, "Are you serious!?" Before he finished speaking, the sword light came in an instant, and Yun Zhi hugged his head and ran away.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, forgive me!" Wen Xue chased Yun Zhi's butt to bite, Yun Zhi screamed as he ran, "That's right, stop beating, I want to tell the truth. Hei Zai is very likely He's not dead, he's still alive!"
The sword stance stopped suddenly, Qi Lingshu stared at him and said, "What's the point!"
Yun Zhi propped up the tree and panted, "Tell you, tease you a few times and you'll get angry. It's really not a joke at all. Let me ask you, did you find Hei Zai's heart in a forbidden area?"
Qi Lingshu took out a white jade letter of eight treasures from the Qiankun bag, lowered her eyes, and covered the gloom and pain in her eyes.
"His heart," he whispered.
Yun Zhi was taken aback by the rotten heart, and after scrutinizing it for a while, he said, "Are you sure this is Hei Zai's heart?"
"Sure."
"That's right, Hei Zai is probably not dead. Do you remember why Yuan Ji wanted to arrest him? Because he has the blood of the Great God Bailu, and he is the only person in the world who can accommodate a demon heart. He will not be innocent for no reason. Dig out his heart, he must have exchanged it with someone. Where did you find this heart, and is there any demon corpse next to it?"
"No." Qi Lingshu frowned and said, "This heart is in the White Deer nave, surrounded by a mess and nothing." As he was talking, a flash of light flashed in his mind, Qi Lingshu suddenly remembered the collapsed stars in the nave, the broken bronze pillars, and the broken statue of the White Deer. The inexplicable earthquake almost destroyed the entire tomb of the gods. He raised his head suddenly and said, "The nave of the tomb of the gods, the chest of the god statue is broken."
"Look," Yun Zhi spread his hands, "there is probably some treasure hidden in the statue of the White Deer. Hei Zai said that he had seen the Great God with his own eyes in the nave. If you guessed correctly, the Great God of White Deer helped Hei Zai. Let's go. Let's go," Yun Zhi picked up the Youhui sword, "Just think about where he might go, let's go find him back."
"No." Qi Lingshu's face was stiff and cold, "You and I are different."
"You go the wrong way, I go the wrong way, and we come back the same way." Yun Zhi said cheekily.
Qi Lingshu was silent for a long time and turned away, "Yunzhi, I really hate you. Why can't you just... stay away from me?"
This guy... Yun Zhi was helpless, just now this guy insisted on fighting with him, just to clear his relationship with him in front of the Zhonggu Mountain disciples, lest he would lose the reputation of a sword demon lackey. Why, Yun Zhi thought with the sword of regret, that his reputation as a slut and slut in the past was much better than this.
Yun Zhi shyly leaned over to Qi Lingshu and said with a smile: "Little Master, what I just said is true, I have been expelled from my master by my master. You see, you are a traitor without Fang, I am Feng. Still abandoned disciples, we just get together." He said more and more vigorously, and gradually lost his edge, "We can buy a Sword Demon Sect, Demon Sword Sect together, etc. You will be the head, and I will be the elder. , summon the world's evil demons and heretics, and in your name, the world will surely gather to respond, and they will come to worship.
"… "
"All in all, I came back for you, and you have to take care of my food, clothing, and my living." Yun Zhi took out the eggplant bag and tossed it in front of Qi Lingshu, "I have no money left."
The two looked at each other silently, and the young man who used to be like a pine tree stood in front of him, his black energy added to his body, adding a bit of evil. Yun Zhi looked at him with a light smile, the sad and cold Qiu Shuang in his eyes disintegrated little by little, and the blood-like heart demon seal on his eyebrows finally dimmed.
"As you do." Qi Lingshu turned and walked towards the forest.
"You need to heal your wounds at the beginning of your heart. Where do you think Hei Zai will go?"
"Half a month has passed. If he obtains the divine treasure, his injury may have healed."
Yun Zhi took the blood compass, "By the way, he happened to be carrying the blood compass, and his relatives were no longer alive. The blood dripped into the compass, and it could only point to his own position. Is there still blood in his heart? Get some Come in."
"No need." Qi Lingshu took out another eight-treasure white jade letter of a smaller size, opened the cover, and poured a little blood. He looked at the drop of blood, his eyes darkened, "He gave it to me, he had planned to dedicate himself to Wu Yuli, and begged me to give this blood to Bai Lu after he died. Great God, create a child for Yun Lan to accompany him. But I didn’t expect…”
"Don't talk about it." Yun Zhi interrupted him, "Don't mention the sad things. Now our first task is to find Hei Zai."
The blood dripped into the compass, the rust melted a little bit, and the heads of the two people clung together, staring at the pointer without blinking. The pointer trembled slightly, but did not move.
Qi Lingshu's heart fell and said, "He is no longer alive."
"No, the blood compass guides on weekdays. Hei Zai happens to be in the south, so the pointer doesn't move." Yun Zhi held the compass and turned, the pointer trembled like a bee, and it turned back to the direction just now. Yun Zhi turned his eyes and looked at the south, which was the direction of Suoyang Pass. The dark green mountain was like a dormant beast, squatting on the ground. Yun Zhi asked, "Southern Border? Where is he going?"
The two of them looked at the end of the southern sky, the sky wind was wrapped in fine clouds, and the sky with crab shells was as gloomy as water.
"Vengeance," Qi Lingshu whispered, "he is going for revenge."
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away. The seats in Dawangzhai were full, the enchantress danced on the table, enchantingly twisted her fleshy body, her mostly bare breasts swayed up and down, and the blushing light of the lanterns shone on her delicate and jade-like skin. The aroma of the wine was overflowing, and the leaders of the tribes ate red cheeks, smiled drunkenly, and stretched out their hands to reach the straight and slender legs of the enchantress. Zhu Mingzang was sitting on the keel throne, the iron knife was at his feet, and a beautiful enchanting girl was encircled in his hand.
All the demons are singing to celebrate Zhu Mingzang's birthday.
"Congratulations to the general, such as the East Sea, and the longevity of Nanshan!" All the demons said in unison.
Zhu Mingzang nodded in satisfaction and toasted all around. Fu Lan died, the magic knife guarded Jiu Gai, and the Taoism in the world declined, so he could sit back and relax. With a smile on his face, he raised his wine cup again, "Everyone is full of drinks!"
"General," the patriarch of the Tit Clan stood up holding the feather. He was originally a fan of Fulan, but now he must show his loyalty, "In the past, I was blind and didn't know the general's mind. The general is right, Fulan. That fellow is a different race, not my race, and his heart must be different. Our little tits, we have put our hopes on him to defend the southern border for us. Now he is dead in Wufang, which is just right. The decline of human Taoism is precisely the reason It's a good time for us to rise up in the southern border! When the general will lead his troops into battle, our tit family will follow closely, going through fire and water, and will not give up!"
The monsters below echoed one after another, Zhu Mingzang smiled and said: "The patriarch is polite, I will definitely entrust the patriarch with important tasks!"
"I have one more argument, I believe everyone must have the same idea as me," Titti raised her head in all directions, "The southern border must not be without a master, the generals are talented and powerful, and the demon power is profound, it is better for us to have the general as the new emperor, and govern the southern border. Master the world!"
"Your Majesty's long life is boundless!" A monster shouted first.
The rest of the monsters shouted: "Your Majesty's long life is boundless!"
Zhu Mingzang sat in the middle of Long Live Shanhu and narrowed his eyes. All the monsters knelt at his feet and dipped into the dense dust. He saw their shoulders and black heads, and a tide of praise and praise rushed to his ears. It turned out that this was the emperor, sitting on the keel throne, and all the demons bowed their heads to him. He controls their fate and accepts their surrender. The taste of power in hand is more intoxicating than wine and enchantress. It's a pity that kid Fulan doesn't know what an emperor is. He has power but no ambition. He deserves to die, rot into mud, and then hand over all this to him, Zhu Mingzang.
At this moment, he saw a person slowly come up on the bluestone steps in the distance. The demon's cry suddenly stopped, because they felt the breath, gloomy and cold, like the snow that swelled in the winter, it seemed that as long as they took a breath, they would freeze their chest and lungs.
The enchantress stopped dancing, the leaders stopped singing, and Zhu Mingzang narrowed his sinister eyes and stared at the uninvited guest.
The dark hood was exposed first, and then the half of the face that was covered by the hood. Only a little outline can be seen, but I can feel the coldness and hardness of a lonely knife. The man stepped up little by little until he stepped on the last step and appeared in front of the group of demons. He was dressed in black, even his boots were black, he was carrying a knife and a sword, his head was lowered, and he was silent.
"Who are you? Are you here to surrender?" Zhu Mingzang asked, "Why is your breath so weird?"
Although this breath is unfamiliar, he can distinguish it carefully, but there is a familiar smell in it, and he seems to have smelled it somewhere.
A gust of wind blew and blew off the man's hood. Zhu Mingzang finally saw his face clearly, and all the demons widened their eyes. Wheat-colored face, the outline is like a knife, every stroke is imprinted with indifference and loneliness. The face was so familiar, yet so unfamiliar. Because under the moonlight, his pupils were actually silver-gray, and his white hair was as brilliant as silver.
He slowly raised his eyes, the silver-gray eyes seemed to be snowing.
"Qi Yin, I wish Your Majesty a long life without boundaries."