The wooden sword carrying Cheng Qian's Yuan Yuan trembled violently, Yan Zhengming held the wooden sword in his hands in surprise, feeling the painful resonance between it and the person who refined it.
Yan Zhengming didn't know what happened to Cheng Qian, so he made a decisive decision: "I'll take you out of here first, and I'll talk about what I have to say."
He stretched out his hand to hug Cheng Qian, but Cheng Qian could lift his palm and pat him.
This time, the murderous aura overflowed, and when the palm came out, Cheng Qian was immediately startled, and then he took back the chilling true essence surging in his palm, causing the palm to be raised high and then gently dropped, extremely He restrained and gently waved Yan Zhengming away, but did not hurt him in the slightest.
The deep real essence left and returned, and the force of backlash shook Cheng Qian's body into numbness.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, staining his shirt red, and his chaotic consciousness was briefly stimulated by the pain.
Yan Zhengming asked in shock, "What are you doing?"
Cheng Qian ignored him. First, it was a long story, and secondly, he didn't understand it clearly, and he really had no strength to explain it.
But he knew clearly in his heart that Yan Zhengming said nonsense such as letting him go first, Yan Zhengming not only wouldn't listen, but he would come over even more nervously. So Cheng Qianmo just waved his hand at Yan Zhengming silently, biting the tip of his tongue, and with the sobriety brought by the pain in the mouth full of blood, he neatly removed his limbs and joints, and then seized the time to condense In the inner palace, all of his true essence was introduced into the sea of qi, and he did not care about the uneasy true essence in it, and concentrated on smashing the seal that Shang Wannian left in his essence.
Before Shang Wannian died, he was worried that his damaged Yuan could not bear the inheritance of Ting Qiankun, and sealed Ting Qiankun. Only when his Yuan was repaired would the seal be broken by itself. But at this time, he couldn't take care of that much anymore, Cheng Qian was eager to release Ting Qiankun, and wanted to use its power to get rid of Tang Zhen's painting soul that fell on him.
As for whether he could stand the harsh inheritance at this time, Cheng Qian didn't think about it.
When conditions permit, he will naturally act prudently, and if he is really forced into a desperate situation, he will never believe that there will be anything he cannot do.
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Yan Zhengming only felt that all the chills around him rushed towards Cheng Qian for a while, and when he passed him, he froze for a while, and Cheng Qian's eyebrows suddenly had a small ear mark lit up.
In the secret realm of the snow-capped mountains, there is no room for a ray of light, but the luminous imprint is not affected at all, it is getting brighter and brighter, so bright that Yan Zhengming can clearly see Cheng Qian's pale lips The blood stains on his face and a looming black air between his brows.
Yan Zhengming couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, so he didn't dare to step forward - he intuitioned that this seemed to be some kind of secret inheritance, but the place was wrong, and the timing was even more wrong.
Besides, what kind of inheritance wanted him to abuse himself like this
Yan Zhengming had never heard of it, and he didn't know what would happen to Cheng Qian if the inheritance was interrupted in the middle.
He never dared to take Cheng Qian's risk, so he had to take the wooden sword back to the inner palace, and used his Yuan power to soothe the trembling wooden sword over and over again.
After all, the wooden sword was his source sword. Over time, Yan Zhengming felt a faint resonance in it. He felt as if he heard a faint distant bell.
Not allowing him to think about it, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt that the secret realm of the Daxue Mountain under his feet shook.
The water of Beiming outside is resonating with what is between Cheng Qian's eyebrows!
Yan Zhengming was on extreme alert, his whole body was almost stretched into a sword, and he said in his heart, "It's fine if it's just the resonance of the sea, but don't be."
As soon as this idea came up, I heard the sharp wind sound again from the secret realm of Daxue Mountain. The evil wind made a comeback without warning. This time it actually passed directly over the group of bones in front of the two of them. chasing after it!
Yan Zhengming was about to smile bitterly, it was the first time he knew that he had a crow's mouth too.
Even if Jian Xiu is not considered copper skin and iron bones, he has been forging his body all the year round, but he is not kneaded by mud. The root of ordinary swords can't hurt him, but just now he was just swept away by the wind, leaving a few half-foot long. Until now, Yan Zhengming's back was still suffering from unbearable pain.
He took a deep look at Cheng Qian, who was completely unconscious, and called out the wooden sword and held it in his hand. All the swords of Yuan were lined up beside him, and the aura of the sheathed state was fully open. A sword field opened up in the secret realm.
The secret realm of Daxueshan was alarmed by hearing about Qiankun's cruel inheritance, as if he had discovered the intruder only after realizing it, and the gang wind that had just swept away in front of the two of them rushed straight towards Cheng Qian.
Yan Zhengming quickly used his Yuan sword to weave a vast net of swords.
Jianyu and Gangfeng met on a narrow road, and in an instant, thousands of light spots fell apart, and sharp weapons that cut iron like mud bucked their spines one after another in the raging wind. As soon as they fought, the sword domain was leveled by half in an instant.
The cold light reflected on the wall, the candles were dim, and the sound of gold and stone was incessant. Yan Zhengming's long hair had been completely blown away by the passing wind, and his robe was moving, and there were one or two more cracks from time to time. It didn't take long for his clothes to be almost ragged. .
And he closed his eyes slightly, letting the sword intent of the Fuyao wooden sword surging in his hands.
He once thought that Cheng Qian was dead, and he couldn't open the lock in the Sealing Mountain Order no matter what. He thought that one day he would be able to suppress the previous sect master knowledge in the Sect Master Seal by himself, and forcibly cross the Seal Mountain Order and let Fuyao. The mountain reappears in the world.
At this time, Yan Zhengming was in front of the whole secret realm in the depths of Beiming, and he held a wooden sword, motionless as a mountain
"I am such a cherishing person, why do I always have to find death?" Yan Zhengming thought.
The "sheathed" sword is more restrained than the sword, but it is longer.
And the violent shall not last long—
He started a long tug-of-war with the entire snow-capped mountain by himself, and without a trace of sword energy all over his body, it poured into the sword domain from his inner palace.
Continued to be blown down by the tyrannical wind, and then to rise again and again.
There was no day or night in the snow-capped mountains, and Yan Zhengming himself didn't know how long he had been holding on. The meridians around his body gradually experienced long-lost pain, like a needle piercing, which meant that his inner vital essence was about to be exhausted.
Yan Zhengming hadn't experienced this kind of end-of-line experience for a long time. He couldn't help but look back at Cheng Qian. His face was as pale as paper, but he seemed to be able to draw infinite power from it.
Yan Zhengming suddenly felt very strange. He thought that with his temperament that he was afraid of pain and suffering, he would not be able to hold on until the lamp ran out. , but once there is Cheng Qian around, everything is different.
Cheng Qianli turned him from a "delicate" shortbread to a rag that could not be squeezed dry. Even if it was not good-looking, if it was twisted hard, it would still be able to stand up again.
Needle-like pain gradually spread all over his body, Yan Zhengming's limbs seemed to be torn apart, that was a severe warning given to him by the dried up meridians, he ignored it, and suddenly removed the barrier all over his body, all the swords of Yuan suddenly slammed into the air. Standing up from the ground, in an instant, Yan Zhengming's entire inner palace was empty, his ears roared, and all the swords were pushed out with one palm!
Yuanjian turned into sword intent in the air, and it was everywhere. It rushed out like an overwhelmed mountain, and made a scream in the air that was almost a roar of a beast. The Gangfeng in the secret realm of Daxueshan was pushed back by him at this moment.
Yan Zhengming swayed his whole body, and his body actually started to seep blood. He touched the ground with his long sword and forcibly stopped, but his eyes were already scattered, and he murmured unconsciously: "Xiao Qian"
Not being able to protect the young Cheng Qian has always been his lifelong regret. Time has changed, Cheng Qian has become so powerful, and he is no longer needed. Only the residual fear of the past lingered in his heart and never went away.
There was an indescribable smile at the corner of Yan Zhengming's mouth, and then he passed out in a standing position.
The wooden sword came out of his hand, but didn't fall down. The wooden sword's tip was down, hanging in the air, always dutifully blocking in front of him.
However, after waiting for a while, a stronger counterattack did not come, and Gangfeng didn't know what to do if he was scattered by Sword Intent for a while, and wandered back to the depths of Daxue Mountain again.
Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief from the battered consciousness in the wooden sword. He felt that he couldn't describe it at this time. The whole human consciousness was divided into two parts, half in the body and half in the wooden sword. I really experienced Han Yuan's feelings, whether it was the taste of the soul of the Chinese painting, or the weirdness of being divided into two.
The consciousness in his body desperately resisted the influence of the painting soul, maintaining his last sanity before listening to the opening of the seal of heaven and earth, but the consciousness in the wooden sword guarded Yan Zhengming, generally thinking about the cause and effect in the noisy interference of the painting soul.
Seeing Gangfeng retreat, Cheng Qian breathed a short sigh of relief, but doubts surfaced in his heart - what does the hint of painting a soul mean
For what reason did Tang Zhen want him to kill Yan Zhengming
If Tang Zhen wanted to provoke chaos in the world, then he might want to get rid of Han Yuan, the monk Wannian and others, but he didn't understand Yan Zhengming - their Fuyao sect's senior brother had a total of several scales all over his body. He could count it with only one hand, as long as no one touched him, he would be able to stay quietly on Fuyao Mountain for the rest of his life, and he would definitely not take the initiative to ask for trouble.
What is the need for Tang Zhen to provoke such a ferocious and powerful swordsman for no reason, and to deceive him to the secret realm of Daxue Mountain
Even if Tang Zhen is really crazy, he must want to kill Yan Zhengming through him, so why didn't he do it when he was in Fuyao Mountain
On Fuyao Mountain, they had so many unprepared times to get along with each other day and night. No matter what means, Yan Zhengming couldn't escape. Why did he have to be here
To know the danger of the secret realm of Daxueshan, neither of them could clearly see the other. Since entering this place, they have been very tense, and a sneak attack is almost impossible.
Why does Tang Zhen think that as long as he does something, he will definitely kill Yan Zhengming
Cheng Qian is a cultivator of Yuan Dynasty, and he has experienced seven thunder tribulations. He is far from being as low-level and easy to control as Han Yuan back then. If he finds that something is wrong, he will definitely resist. If he could hurt Jianxiu in Jianyu, that would be too much for him.
Tang Zhen moved the painting soul buried in him at this moment, what else could he do other than scare the grass and startle the snake
Yan Zhengming woke up after just being in a coma for a moment. He leaned against the wall in embarrassment. He first felt the chaotic wind direction in the secret realm, and then seized the time to adjust his real energy. After a long sigh of relief, he tilted his head and glanced. Cheng Qian, who was still, said to himself, "You're not dead yet. When are you going to get up and brush my hair?"
The ear mark between Cheng Qian's eyebrows seemed to be brighter, and as he continued to penetrate the increasingly shaky seal, the familiar burning pain that seemed to burn his whole body into a pile of ashes rushed into his internal organs again.
This inevitably affected Cheng Qian's consciousness in the wooden sword, and the wooden sword hummed softly.
Yan Zhengming tore his eyes off Cheng Qian, raised his head abruptly and looked into the depths of the Daxue Mountain. With just one glance, he suddenly had an indescribable impulse in his heart, as if something in the secret realm was against him. There was an unspeakable attraction that made his heart beat wildly.
However, he didn't move, Yan Zhengming's hand slowly rubbed the wooden sword in his hand, and said to himself, "Strange, it suddenly feels as if there is a person in there who just came out of the bath."
Cheng Qian was trying his best to perceive the situation of Qiankun. He was unfortunate when he heard this, and was almost swayed out by the trembling wooden sword.
Yan Zhengming got up three steps away from Cheng Qian. He didn't get too close to disturb him, and he could put him in his sight. In this way, he seemed to be able to resist the inexplicable gravitational pull of the deep snow mountain.
Yan Zhengming licked his chapped lips slightly, feeling that not only was something wrong with him, but even the whole secret realm of Daxueshan was heartbroken because of something.
Suddenly, he blinked hard, and saw a ray of light pierced out from the depths of the secret realm, like a handful of pure gold shattered in the darkness. At first, there was only one line, and then it slowly stretched out, as if in the darkest place. Thousands of golden flowers bloomed in the place.
The secret and quiet halo ripples back and forth in the icy and snowy secret realm, reflecting the sparkling waves everywhere, like a fairyland on earth.
This scene is too indescribable, and everyone who sees this scene can't help but hold their breath.
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a long time, and a guess suddenly flashed in his mind - is that the leaf of the golden lotus in Daxueshan
Does the golden lotus leaf actually exist
The moment the golden light appeared, Cheng Qian felt that the painting soul in his inner palace could no longer be suppressed. The black qi occupied his inner palace in an instant, and the weak Yuan was almost submerged in it. Listening to the corner where Qiankun is located is still reluctant.
Cheng Qian, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were even colder than when he usually used the exercises, and he could hardly see the bottom.
Yan Zhengming came back immediately: "Ancestor, you are awake."
Cheng Qian ignored him, his bones and joints made a crisp sound, and then he staggered to his feet, his whole body covered with frost. His movements were extremely unnatural, and the blood-stained frost blade in his hand revealed undisguised killing intent.
At this moment, the wooden sword in Yan Zhengming's hand suddenly escaped his control. It turned out that Cheng Qian's consciousness suddenly took over the wooden sword while he was in a state of uncertainty, and hit the sword that had accumulated for a long time. to himself.
Yan Zhengming grabbed the hilt of the wooden sword, but he still didn't have time to stop it.
Of course Yan Zhengming knew that the man in the wooden sword was also a part of Cheng Qian, so he said in shock and anger, "Cheng Qian, did you take the wrong medicine!"
Cheng Qian's body swayed, as if he didn't know the pain. Frost floated up his face along his neck, and there was a bloodstain running down from the corner of his mouth, but he was ignorant, staring at the front with deadly eyes, looking arrogant. The back of Yan Zhengming's familiar eyes froze, that is the soul of painting!
Cheng Qian slowly held the frost blade, and the tip of the sword slid across the ice, making a sour sound. He walked towards Yan Zhengming step by step.
"Does he want to kill me?" Yan Zhengming quickly flashed this thought in his heart, the whole person was cold from the head to the bottom of his feet, making a mess, and he stood there for a while.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed from the corner of his eyes, and Yan Zhengming's heart skipped a beat - yes, golden lotus leaf!
No matter who he is, he doesn't know when the other party got down on Cheng Qian's hand, but as long as he can get the leaves of the golden lotus, a dozen painting souls are not a problem.
With this thought in mind, Yan Zhengming suddenly squeezed the wooden sword in his hand, and stopped Cheng Qian from taking advantage of his sword energy to self-mutilate, and flew towards the light source of the golden lotus leaf.
The consciousness in Cheng Qian's wooden sword immediately understood what he was going to do: "Senior brother! Stay!"
But no one could hear what a sword was saying.
Tang Zhen led them here, and used the turbulent wind to sway his soul, triggering the painting soul.
That person is proficient in all kinds of soul spells, why did he choose to draw souls
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Qian suddenly had a guess—because Yan Zhengming had seen the real painting soul in the East Sea, he could recognize it, and no one in the Fuyao School would forget the painting soul.
Of course Tang Zhen knew that Cheng Qian couldn't kill Yan Zhengming, just to startle the snake. If he saw that he was trapped by the painting soul, what would Yan Zhengming's first reaction be
It goes without saying - large golden lotus leaves.
At that moment, the consciousness in Cheng Qian's wooden sword fluctuated violently, almost affecting Yan Zhengming's inner palace. Yan Zhengming felt the familiar consciousness and could stop.
Cheng Qian decisively forcibly pulled his consciousness hidden in the wooden sword back to the inner palace, wrapped in the sword energy of a sheathed sword cultivator that came from the wooden sword, and directly slashed at Ting Qiankun's seal.
Just as the loose seal fell apart in an instant, the sealed spirits in his inner palace were blazing brightly, as if to scorch his internal organs, and the unreliable magic on Cheng Qian's eyebrows was rolled up like a wreck. , the soul of painting is instantly ashes.
Immediately, a more severe test came.
Cheng Qian's whole body seemed to be on fire. The fine frost that had just condensed on his body melted away visibly to the naked eye. In a blink of an eye, his hair and clothes were soaked. Lingyu's body is not yet complete, the same as when he was almost split out of his body by the heavenly robbery for the first time.
Cheng Qian's body lost control and fell softly.
The secret realm of Daxue Mountain shuddered, Yan Zhengming ignored him, grabbed Cheng Qian's hand, pulled him into his arms, and said to himself, "If he wants to kill me, let him kill him."
Yan Zhengming was almost shivered by Cheng Qian's scalding body. Then, Gang Feng, who had disappeared, flew over again, and the sharp-edged blade rammed like a wild horse in the secret realm, completely losing control.
Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian tightly. Almost at the same time, the secret realm under their feet suddenly collapsed. Yan Zhengming used sword energy to defend himself and Cheng Qian, forming a protective film, wrapping the two of them to the secret realm. Go deep.
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