What is surging in the Sea of Beiming is more like a clear and turbid world than water.
When the boat is on the water, it can still float, and once a person is in it, it seems like a palm that cannot be freed from the top of the head is pressed.
The powerful cultivator is not a master, and he can endure it for ten days and a half. He is really pressed in the water for three years and five years.
The sound of the surrounding water was as quiet as death, and it seemed that it was not flowing. Only when the people among them tried to challenge the might of the Northern Underworld, they would be taught a lesson by the top of Mount Tai.
Yan Zhengming tried several times to forcibly break through the top of the head with his sword energy, but he felt like a mighty cockroach shaking a tree.
A mortal - even a mortal who has already entered the sword domain, he is still an ant in front of the sea of Northern Underworld.
The tit-for-tat confrontation between Cheng Qian and Tang Zhen seemed to have drained all his heart. At this moment, there was a bit of confusion in his eyes. Although he was asked to do whatever he wanted, he could go wherever he went, but Yan Zhengming always had This kind of feeling - as long as he let go, Cheng Qian would be able to melt into the sea water for a long time, even if he was soaked into a floating corpse, he would have no problem.
Yan Zhengming was frightened to death by him before, and he didn't know if the painting soul was clean now. He never dared to stimulate him, let alone expect him to have any useful suggestions, but the surroundings were so quiet that he couldn't bear it. She opened her mouth to break the silence, teased Cheng Qian cautiously, and said, "Although this matter of dying for love sounds like a face, but I am a wise and wise man, I can't die so quietly!"
Cheng Qian listened to his words, and finally had a reaction, his eyes moved slightly, and the corner of his mouth picked up stiffly.
Yan Zhengming caught his slight reaction and hurriedly said: "Hey, if Tang Zhen is the soul-devouring lamp, then wouldn't all the ghosts in the world be dispatched by him alone, and he can attach himself to anyone he wants. Attached to who, can travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye?"
Yan Zhengming sighed casually, but when he said this, he suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.
He frowned, and without waiting for Cheng Qian to answer, he said to himself: "I remembered, so he was in front of the ten-square formation, and he kept slamming Han Yuan into Fuyao Mountain, not to sell my face, Instead, he is worried that Han Yuan will really turn his back on the shore and take action to clean up the chaos of the Nanjiang Nightmare Pedestrians, right? He just said that he is running for millions of resentful souls, and there will be dead people when there is chaos. He is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. "
Following his voice, Cheng Qian's scattered eyes condensed slightly.
Yan Zhengming: "You said that he failed to get the golden lotus leaves from here. Will he go to Han Yuan and them in the next step? Tong Qian, what's the matter with you? Can't you just ignore me? I look at you and feel flustered!"
Cheng Qian closed his eyes slightly, lowered his head and rested his forehead on his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, like a frozen beast, trying to absorb a little body temperature from him.
Cheng Qian is cold by nature, and he is not willing to be bored with others. Occasionally, Yan Zhengming wants to try "ear and temple grinding".
Yan Zhengming was a little flattered at first, then he carefully softened his voice and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable because of Tang Zhen? Or the after-effects of painting souls?"
"It's not because of him—Senior Brother, do you know how to listen to Qiankun?" Cheng Qian buried his head on his shoulder, his voice sounded muffled, "The Third Prince said before the Ten Square Array, 'You are all deceived by listening to Qiankun. ', that's what he said is on me now."
That ear mark
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and asked, "What is listening to Qiankun?"
"It's an inheritance, one." The words behind Cheng Qian were automatically silenced. He opened his mouth several times and tried to reveal some clues in different ways, but there was an irresistible force that bound him, making him unable to say a word. Cheng Qian's fingers slammed into Yan Zhengming's clothes, feeling that those words were about to burst his chest.
When your Yuan repairs it yourself and accepts the inheritance that I have sealed here, you will understand that there are restrictions in the inheritance, and no one can tell the secrets of listening to Qiankun - including the dead.
Cheng Qian wished he couldn't let out a loud roar, he finally figured out how the demon-removing seals of the major sects were controlled by Tianyan, finally knew what the so-called "Oath of the Ten Directions" was, and finally understood why Shang Wannian We must let him accept the inheritance in Yuan repair full time, and finally understand why the owner of the dignified White Tiger Villa has always avoided the world and disappeared, living himself as an old lunatic.
But these secrets were all trapped in his heart with the prohibition of listening to Qiankun, and he had to keep this secret alone and fearfully for the rest of his life.
Yan Zhengming didn't know why at first, but suddenly, he seemed to feel something, put a hand on Cheng Qian's chest, then frowned, and asked softly, "Is this a ban on speech?"
What exactly is that ear-shaped mark? Why can you unlock the soul of painting? And why was Cheng Qian allowed to pick off the golden lotus leaves without restriction
There were countless doubts in Yan Zhengming's heart for a while, but seeing that Cheng Qian couldn't say it, he had to swallow all the questions back into his stomach, and patted his back gently, for fear that he would be blocked again.
Cheng Qian took a deep breath, reluctantly settled, and pretended to be relaxed: "Since I don't want to talk about it, let's not mention it - Tang Zhen, I don't think he will give up, since he can say 'a million resentful souls should On him, there must be arrangements, although Han Yuan may not be able to beat him, but he may not be able to fight him."
Yan Zhengming: "Anyway, we have to get out of here first. This North Underworld is like a dead sea. If it sinks like this again, we may sink into the eighteen layers of hell."
"Dead Sea" Cheng Qian repeated lowly, and suddenly thought of something, he grabbed the frost blade on his waist, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, released Yan Zhengming, waved his hand and handed out a sword intent.
Yan Zhengming's eyes lit up, this is exactly one of the tricks in Fuyao Wooden Sword's return to nature, "withered trees meet spring".
Withered trees in the spring is the vitality of the Jedi, and it is very appropriate to use it here, but Yan Zhengming has not had time to boast "this is very savvy" when he saw a looming sword qi waving out from the frost blade, soft and smooth, It's a pity that the sword holder's state of mind was unstable, the sword intent could not be harmonious, it quickly melted into the sea water, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Cheng Qian let out a "tsk", frowned slightly, and was about to start over, but Yan Zhengming held his wrist.
Yan Zhengming: "Withered trees in spring, it is said that the way of heaven has left a ray of vitality for all things. With this, two can be born, two can immediately give birth to three, and then three can give birth to all things."
Even though Cheng Qian couldn't say it, the stagnation and stagnation in Jianyi couldn't deceive anyone, especially Jianxiu.
Yan Zhengming looked at him sternly for a while: "But why is your sword only meant to kill the Jedi, what were you thinking?"
Cheng Qian was speechless.
Yan Zhengming's expression was solemn. Suddenly, he grabbed Cheng Qian's hand holding the frost blade and said in a low voice, "Look."
The unfamiliar sword qi poured into the frost blade through the place where the two hands overlapped, and Yan Zhengming's completely different true essence instantly wiped out the thin frost that never melted on the fierce sword, revealing the original shiny blade.
Then, a long sword qi rolled out from the frost blade, turning the enclosure and stirring the sea water in front of the two of them, the frost blade made a huge "hum", and the originally stagnant Beiming water instantly burst into a huge flower. The splash of water first formed a line, then exploded in situ, and radiated away in all directions.
The surrounding sea water was constantly stirred up, and it boiled over and over again. This group of dead wood flowers seemed to be born out of a gap, and the vitality was extremely strong.
The next moment, the lost buoyancy under the entire Beiming Sea re-condensed, and the two quickly stopped sinking.
But Yan Zhengming didn't let go of Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword, looked straight into his eyes and said, "This is when the dead wood is in the spring, do you want me to teach you again for Master? Give me a half-dead horn, and you just wait. Get cleaned up!"
Cheng Qian didn't have time to admit his mistake and shouted, "Be careful!"
Just listening to a loud noise, the stirred sea water rushed forward in an earth-shattering manner, as if to crush the two people alive. The body-protecting real energy was released, even so, the two of them were still bumped.
The two of them floated up at a very abnormal speed, getting faster and faster, and the surrounding sea water was already chaotic, and no one dared to open their eyes for a while.
I don't know how long they "flyed" in the water. Suddenly, the two of them suddenly became lighter. After a high-pitched "hum", Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming pierced the surface of the Beiming Sea with a sword energy and came out of dehydration.
Yan Zhengming had had enough suffering in the Sea of Beiming, and as soon as he escaped, he immediately took out his wooden sword, and did not dare to stay in this evil sea, pulled Cheng Qian, and flew out like lightning: "Go! Get out of here first!"
The abyss and sea wall that had been raised on the sea because of the secret realm of the Daxue Mountains had already been blasted flat. The two of them dared not take the boat as leisurely as they had come, and Yu Jian flew thousands of miles away in one breath.
Cheng Qiancai finally found the opportunity and said: "It's better to wait for this matter to be over, you can clean up me - do you think Tang Zhen will go to Han Yuan immediately?"
Yan Zhengming: "When I first entered the secret realm of Daxueshan, I felt that the Yuan sword left by Li Yun was touched when I left. You also know that Li Yun will never touch these life-saving things unless he is about to die. When I leave this sea, I can probably feel the direction of the Yuan sword, why don't I look for it with me?"
After such stimulation, Cheng Qian finally slowly regained his lost vitality, as if he had just left the ice pool.
"Then we have to find the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon?" Cheng Qian said, "You can't be like Tang Zhen, as long as there is a ghost, his Yuanneng can flow from the end of the world to the cape at any time. When we Yujian rush past, I am afraid the day lily will be cold. Now, let's kill a bunch of ghosts, he can create new ones, it's useless."
Yan Zhengming: "You mean that we will take the bottom line and go directly to his Soul Eater Lamp? Do you have any clues?"
Cheng Qian: "I'm thinking, don't rush."
"Wait, be careful!" Yan Zhengming suddenly made the wooden sword make a sharp turn in the air without warning, and when he raised his hand to catch the shoulder of the process, the frost blade screeched, and the two stopped at the same time.
Cheng Qian followed his gaze and saw a gray ghost floating not far from them. The ghost was holding a milky white halo in his hands and was waiting for them in the air.
Yan Zhengming: "Is that the ghost of Tang Zhen? Waiting here, do you want to observe for his master whether we are dead or not?"
Cheng Qian didn't say a word, and followed the halo Yujian forward.
Yan Zhengming hurriedly chased after him: "Slow down, these ghosts self-destructing are not much cheaper than ordinary cultivators' self-destructing yuan, why is he?"
Cheng Qian looked solemn: "Rokuro?"
This ghost is actually the boy Rokuro who has been following Tang Zhen!
When Liu Lang was possessed by Jiang Peng and was about to die, Cheng Qian used his true essence to nail his three souls and seven souls into his body, and entrusted Nian Da to bring Liu Lang to save Tang Zhen, who was proficient in the way of souls.
Tang Zhen gave him a lingering life. Liulang was grateful for his life-saving grace, and he followed Tang Zhen all the time, serving him conscientiously and being his Taoist boy, even if he actually had the opportunity to stay in Fuyao Mountain like Nian Da. —
Yan Zhengming lost his voice: "Isn't this kid Tang Zhen too mad!"
Cheng Qian stretched out his hand and tore off a piece of broken fabric on his body. Using the frost blade as a knife, he sketched a precise heart-clearing talisman in three or two strokes.
This Qingxin Talisman is not the same as the half-finished product of Qian Chengqian's mistakenly hit and hit one hundred years ago. As soon as it entered Rooku's body, Rooku's eyes suddenly became clear, and even the grayness on his face faded a lot. Waking up from a nightmare, he stared at Cheng Qian for a moment: "Senior Cheng."
Cheng Qian said quickly: "Did Tang Zhen even let you go? Do you know where the Soul Eater Lamp is? Your soul has not been fully refined yet, if you take us there soon, maybe you can still be free. , in time"
Rokuro smiled slightly: "Senior, it's too late."
He held the light in his hands in both hands, and the white light flew towards Cheng Qian like a tired bird returning to its nest. Before it got close, Cheng Qian felt it.
Liu Lang said: "It is only because of the nails that the seniors nailed to my soul that I can escape, and it is that which led me to this place. I am afraid that I won't be able to wait for you. Fortunately, God has mercy on me, and finally let me hold on until now. It goes back to its original owner."
The real essence went straight into Cheng Qian's palm, and at the same time, Rokuro's soul became darker and lighter, and it seemed that he was about to dissipate.
"The body of the lamp is hidden in a piece of Bingxinhuo on Fuyao Mountain. The Bingxinhuo taken by Senior Cheng was divided into two parts by him, one part was brought into the snowy mountain, and the other was left in Fuyao. The Bingxinhuo can isolate all consciousness, even if the whole Fuyao Mountain is under the watchful eyes of Sect Master Yan, and you may not feel its existence."
Liu Lang said that the whole person has faded into a phantom. Cheng potentiality reached out and grabbed it, but only caught a handful of air with sea breeze. No more trace.
The two looked at each other and Yujian flew towards Fuyao Mountain like a shooting star.
"I also sealed the mountain for him." Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "it's really serving his home."
The two walked to the extreme arctic icefield and passed the Xuanwu Hall again, alarming the bells that were flying above it, but this time, no one came out to check.
The Xuanwu Hall, which is entrenched in the extreme north, is like a huge shadow, sitting like a dead object on the white snow of thousands of miles. It is silent as if there is no one inhabited.
Yan Zhengming: "What's going on?"
Cheng Qian glanced over and said, "Bian Xu is dead."
Cheng Qian's voice faded, he suddenly pulled out the frost blade, and a "Wang Hai Tide" fell straight into the Xuanwu Hall from the sky, a black energy soaring into the sky, cut off by the frost blade, twisting and writhing in the air, as if it made a miserable cry. called, and then reluctantly disappeared.
Yan Zhengming was stunned: "Is this a demon that has become an entity?"
Cheng Qian: "I guess he was either killed by Han Yuan, or he went crazy and did something stupid. Either way, it would be troublesome."
The two almost turned into two meteors in the ice and snow.
At the same time, Tang Zhen, who had already transferred Yuan to the middle of Shu through the ghost, took a deep breath. The mighty dragon seemed to be invulnerable scales under his palm, extremely fragile, as if vulnerable to a single blow.
Tang Zhen's eyes were filled with blood, and his vision was blurred for a while.
At the moment when he saw the blood, all the calculations he had in his heart were all in vain. Tang Zhen had the illusion that he had grasped the supreme authority, and he felt that unparalleled power.
This is the devil. There is no place in the sky and the earth to come and go. There are no rules to restrain him. All living beings are like ants crawling under his feet.
He is the master of the collection of ghosts, all ghosts are his own, and he alone is a mighty army—
The golden lotus leaves are ruined, can't we wait for the next time
Who else in the world is his opponent
Tang Zhen's heart swelled infinitely, and he finally fell into the power of the devil's way. When he saw blood, let alone Tang Zhen, Han Yuan and Tong Ru were all equally uncontrollable.
The blood mist of the demon dragon Han Yuan was slammed by both sides, but he refused to step back. Tang Zhen looked down at him and said, "Don't you think it's ridiculous that you are like this? The fruit of a million resentful souls should be here now. In me, the destiny is destiny, even if you block here, you are just begging for death in vain, why bother?"
Even though Han Yuan has reached this point, he still has a sly mouth that is unhappy when he sees other people's complacency, and said with a grin: "I often hear people from famous and decent families talk about 'doing things for the heavens', and it's already very interesting to hear them occasionally. Shame for them, I never thought that in my Great Demon Dao, there is also such a wonderful thing as Brother Tang, who opens his mouth and shuts his mouth, who is your butt sitting on the same bench with?"
Half of Tang Zhen's giant claws had already submerged into his body. Han Yuan gasped for a few breaths. He was able to keep his body as a dragon, and his mouth was still reluctant: "Are you new here? Then I But I have to tell you, those of us who are heresies, keep talking about this all day long, but it will make people laugh!"
Tang Zhen smiled helplessly: "You really don't cry without seeing the coffin."
Han Yuan shouted angrily, the entire dragon body was stretched to the extreme, and the flesh and blood seemed to be boiling.
He let out a roar of pain, but held it back. His life seems to be ups and downs, but in fact, he is all drifting with the flow, and he can't help himself at all.
When it was time to move forward, he was retreating, and when it was time to hold back, he couldn't help but rush forward.
Over the years, he has either progressed painfully on the wrong path, or painfully regretted the wrong path.
Maybe some people are only about to die before they know the words "advance and retreat", how much comprehension and perseverance are required.
"The way of heaven," Han Yuan said in a low voice, "My Fuyao faction has been humane since ancient times. What does this shit have to do with us?"
The puddle suddenly turned into a Tonghe, and she rushed towards Tang Zhen desperately. She opened her mouth and didn't know how to address Tang Zhen. I feel that this person is inappropriate.
So she simply spewed out a mouthful of true samadhi fire and burned directly at the ghost that was caught in Han Yuan's body.
Li Yun: "Puddle, get back for me!"
Han Yuan said angrily: "Go away, the grievances between our devils have something to do with you, fat starling!"
The puddle said with a crying voice: "You are fat, and your whole family is fat!"
Tang Zhen turned to the puddle with an expressionless face, and the ghost image recondensed into a dead hand again, grabbing the wings of the puddle.
Shuidou deftly glides in the air to escape, wearing a fiery fire, she is like a phoenix walking through, the beating flames set off countless circling ghosts, Shuideng shouted to Tang Zhen, "I am not born with blood. The catastrophe, one day I will become the most powerful demon king in the world! I was born of Tonghe, and I have no father!"
The corners of Tang Zhen's eyes jumped, and the big claws formed by the ghostly shadow scattered suddenly, and then re-condensed behind the puddle without knowing it.
Li Yun: "Be careful!"
The giant hand grabbed Tong He's slender neck, the puddle struggled desperately, and the fiery red feathers fell rustling. Tang Zhen saw it in his eyes, and hesitation flashed on his indifferent face for a moment, but then he went back again. Covered by the cold killing intent.
At this moment, a wild bird of unknown species rushed over fearlessly, opened its mouth and spat out a wooden sign in its mouth, and buckled it on the puddle. Zhen flicked it out—it was the puppet talisman, which Tang Zhen drew with his own hands two hundred years ago.
The miscellaneous hairy bird fluttered past and murmured: "The eggs of the king and queen, run, run!"
It was pinned to the ground by a ghost that turned into an awl as a chest, wriggled pitifully a few times, and died.
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