Cheng Qian ran along with Li Yun all the way to the deck. As soon as he appeared, he was almost swayed by the salty smell, and then he saw something strange in the sky-the sky that was still clear just now was now covered with dark clouds and ghosts. The black clouds spread out to the hard-to-see places, obscuring the only remaining sky light.
All the ships at sea stopped, and the seniors who were swaggering past like moths in the sky also fell down one by one, stepping on the deck of their respective ships one by one, looking like a great enemy, and many juniors I don't know why, so I looked up at the sky together with the hooting, and the jaw-dropping expression seemed to be collectively waiting for the red rain from the sky.
Li Yun was restless, walking back and forth, and at the same time asked Cheng Qian in a barely audible voice, "Is that the person? What is he doing?"
Cheng Qian suddenly thought of Tang Zhen, and replied, "Maybe it is because Xianshi is crowded, and he intends to capture the souls of a few monks and go back to practice."
Li Yun turned to look at him in horror.
"Catch and pick the ones that will fly in the sky, it's not your turn, don't worry," Cheng Qian said, looking around, "Where is the master?"
At this time, there was a mournful eagle chirping in the distance, and then strange laughter began to echo between heaven and earth. They were male and female, old and young, each laughing, and they mixed into a harmony that made the hair stand on end. . The laughter was low and trivial at first, then gradually increased, and finally reached the point of hoarseness.
Li Yun staggered back a few steps and covered his ears with his hands: "What is this?"
There was chaos all around, Cheng Qian's chest felt tight, Yan Zhengming, who appeared out of nowhere, grabbed his shoulder, and the familiar fragrance of orchid choked Cheng Qian's face.
Yan Zhengming said angrily, "What are you two doing out? Get into the cabin!"
Cheng Qian searched around and didn't see the real person Mu Chun, and finally got a little panicked. He pulled Yan Zhengming's sleeve and asked, "Senior brother, where is Master?"
"I don't know, I'm looking for it too," Yan Zhengming said with a sullen face, "don't get in the way outside, come in quickly"
The scalp-numbing laughter quickly overwhelmed his voice, and Yan Zhengming closed his mouth with a frown.
Needless to say, Li Yun is the best at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. He has already entered the cabin with good deeds, but Cheng Qian is not so easy to manipulate. Yan Zhengming has no time to reason with him at this time, so he has to push and shove, using brute force to force him. Also stuffed into the cabin.
The wind and swaying lanterns had already been lit in the cabin, and Han Yuan was hiding inside anxiously.
Cheng Qian's heart sank as soon as he saw him - he saw Shuideng sitting in Han Yuan's arms.
The tracking talisman they made was tied by Li Yun with colorful silk and tied around the puddle's waist, but they didn't expect that the talisman had just entered the puddle and she was dropped by the master.
Yan Zhengming came in last, his face was extremely ugly, pale and blue, after a few breaths, he covered his mouth with one hand, and put his back on the door beam, as if trying to suppress the desire to retching.
After a while, Yan Zhengming said, "I have smelled this smell, and the Soul Eater lamp smells like this."
Li Yun, who had been leaning against the window, whispered, "Shh, look at the sky."
Cheng Qian raised his eyes and saw that there were many vague figures in the dark sky.
Those people were all in ragged clothes and could not see their faces at all. They were floating in the air. There were thousands of people, making this East China Sea look like a ferry of Naihe Bridge.
Why are there so many ghosts
How powerful is Jiang Peng, this ghost and demon cultivator
The black clouds rolled in the air and the undercurrents undulated in the water. When the arrogant and arrogant cultivators saw this scene, they all seemed to have encountered the yellow sheep of their natural enemies. Cheng Qian could only see the stalemate of Se Li Nee from their stern battle. and fear.
A blast of thunder "Kala" in the air split half of the human world, and a dark cloud of black energy swept through the air like a dragon entering the sea. Only then did everyone see clearly that someone had already sat diagonally above the black cloud.
The man was wearing a gray robe, with a terminally ill haggard gray face on his face, his eyelids drooping, and he looked like a ghost, staring at all beings under the cloud.
Cheng Qian caught a glimpse of Yan Zhengming's blue veins jumping out on the back of Yan Zhengming's hand holding the window lattice.
As soon as the demon cultivator appeared, Cheng Qian's heart jumped out with countless disbeliefs. He suspected that something was wrong with the elder brother's ears. Did the master really call this person elder brother
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Cheng Qian could never imagine that this person was actually produced by Fuyao Mountain.
How could a master hand over such two apprentices
The senior immortals are more shy than Cheng Qian imagined, but no one dares to be the devil, and I don't know how long they have been secretly arguing and arguing, and only one person has been pushed out to break the deadlock.
I saw a white-bearded old man on the next boat coming out more and more. He tapped the deck lightly with his crutches, hesitated for a moment, and said in a polite tone: "I'm about to go to Qinglong Island to go to the ten-year fairy city. Appointment, what is the intention of fellow Daoist Jiang standing here?"
He was almost flatteringly polite, but unfortunately the big devil didn't seem to buy it much.
"The Fairy City is held once every ten years. How many young talents are emerging, how lively." Jiang Peng, who was like a tuberculosis on the cloud, opened his mouth. His voice was soft and soft, and the words were sticky. I always felt that he was going to vomit his fangs in the next moment.
Jiang Pengsi smiled politely: "I'm not here to join in the fun, by the way, to see if there are good seedlings that can be cultivated. With the aptitude of the gentlemen, there is no need to be so nervous."
This was the first time Cheng Qian saw a ghost repair, and he felt completely different from the few words he saw on the wall. He was almost shocked.
Such a thing that lives like a ghost or a ghost, even if the means are sky-high and live as a thousand-year-old tortoise, what kind of face can it have
Who cares about him? Who will be with him? Who will take him seriously
The white-bearded old man was stabbed neither softly nor hard, his face twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.
The two sides were almost at a stalemate on the stormy sea - since there was only one person on the other side, even silence at this time was quite embarrassing.
Cheng Qian involuntarily held down the wooden sword at his waist and said to himself, "If I want a sword like theirs, if they do something like that, I'll go forward and let him roll away and make way."
In fact, he has such an urge now, but Cheng Qian's impulsiveness is also clear, let alone a fight with the big devil, he can't even earn the hand that the big brother is holding on his shoulder with his stature. open.
Finally, one of the immortal gates on the ship dared to speak. Only one person was angry and broke the silence, shouting: "Evil devil, get out!"
This sentence alone attracted everyone's attention, Cheng Qianmeng strayed, broke free from Yan Zhengming's hands, and boldly stretched out his upper body, lying on the window, trying to see who was talking. who is the person.
It was a woman who looked like she was in her twenties or thirties. She was very young, but there was no sun and moon in the mountains, and the practitioner was free to follow her heart, and being young didn't mean much.
She was a little bit shy in that kind of boat with five cents per person. She was wearing a half-new robe, half-male and not female, with a small patch on the cuff, and a robe behind her. A tattered package and a sword with rust on the scabbard.
This nun accurately explained what "disgraced face" is, let alone what color it is.
Cheng Qian's ears were sharp, and he heard the whispers of the sword cultivators not far away.
"Who is that? Don't you die?"
"Shh - that's the real person of Tang Wanqiu in Mulan Mountain."
"What? She is that Tang Wanqiu? The one who practiced the 'madman' sword"
"Why is she here?"
"Alas, it's too much to be a mere one."
Cheng Qian's ears were sharp and keenly heard the words "Mulan Mountain" amid the noise.
What does her surname, Tang, have anything to do with that male ghost, Tang Zhen
Not allowing him to think about it, a large group of ghosts in the sky turned towards Tang Wanqiu together. The black clouds swelled with endless anger and malice. The boatman was so frightened that he shrank himself into a ball, wishing he couldn't throw himself into the sea.
Jiang Peng glanced at Tang Wanqiu, but he didn't pay attention to her at all. He suddenly pursed his lips and whistled, and a high-pitched screeching sound pierced into everyone's ears. Cheng Qian only felt a roar in his ears, For a moment, he almost suspected that he was deaf.
Immediately afterwards, all the ghosts condensed into a black dragon, and rushed towards the maid aunt on the broken boat. The boatman screamed, and finally couldn't bear it. He threw himself into the water in a hurry, and before he could make it, a ghost grabbed his ankle. , took a bite.
The boatman was almost bitten by Li Gui and turned into an iron crutch. A sharp sword light suddenly struck, separating the ghost's head and neck.
Tang Wanqiu's sword looked gray, but the inside was very clear and bright, almost dazzling. I saw this gray-faced woman standing on the bow of the broken boat, standing with her sword in hand, thousands of ghosts wrapped her in a lonely place. in.
No matter how bright the sword light is, it can only appear and disappear in this thick black fog. The harsh ghosts and laughter are mixed with the sound of the sea water. Tang Wanqiu is almost instantly hidden in the black fog, only occasionally revealing. A little embarrassing track.
She was alone on the cusp of the storm.
She doesn't seem to care that other people are standing on the sidelines for self-preservation, and the too abrupt edges and corners on her face are very firm, and she seems to have become a living cynicism.
Cheng Qian watched without blinking, but he quickly realized that something was wrong. Tang Wanqiu's sword light flew up and down, looking majestic, but in reality it was a dead end.
But that Demon Xiu Zun was always sitting leisurely on the clouds with his legs crossed, watching the lively scene. The ghosts appeared one after another, like a steady stream of gatherings in the air, and then streamed towards Tang Wanqiu. .
Cheng Qian frowned, vaguely giving rise to a feeling that Tang Zhenren might really not be able to fight that demon cultivator.
There is no reason why evil cannot overcome righteousness. The big devil's means are powerful. No matter how hard her bones are, she is nothing but flesh and blood.
There was a sudden loud noise, and Tang Wanqiu suppressed the exclamation in his throat, only to see that the boat she was stepping on was overwhelmed, and it split in two. He was quickly overwhelmed by the group of ghosts, and for a while there was danger.
Someone exclaimed, but no one helped her.
At this moment, a feather arrow suddenly shot out of the sky, forming an afterimage in the air, mercilessly piercing the black mist wrapped around Tang Zhenren's body, and the tail feathers let out a hoarse sound when it broke through the air. Jian Ye, before the group of ghosts panicked, they had already retreated, but Feather Arrow was castrated and flew straight towards the demon cultivator on the cloud, as fierce as the first light piercing the darkness at dawn.
Cheng Qian Meng turned his head and saw his master in shock.
Immortal Mu Chun left the big boat at some point, and was on a tattered boat. The boatman and the original passengers had no idea where to hide. The real Mu Chun was wet and his clothes were sticking to his body.
His slightly hunchbacked back was as thin as a skeleton and could not escape, like a shrunken, shedding old fowl.
Compared with him, even the impoverished Tang Wanqiu seemed much more respectable.
Cheng Qian pushed Li Yun away without thinking, and ran out of the cabin, clinging to the side of the ship. He saw that the master was holding a set of ordinary bows and arrows, probably hung by the original passengers on the boat, and there were wood chips in his fingernails, which seemed to be temporarily engraved on the bows and arrows.
And that earth-shattering arrow seemed to have exhausted all the strength of his whole body, and the whole person of Mu Chunzhen looked a little dejected. He supported himself with his long bow, barely standing on the crumbling boat, like a rustling in the autumn wind. Shivering shriveled leaves.
Mo Xiu was forced to be very passive by the arrow. He rolled over and rolled down from the black cloud, hanging in the air, staring coldly at the real Mu Chun on the boat.
Master Mu Chun opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it. After a while, he smiled softly and said in a low voice, "Jiang Peng."
"Han Muchun." An indescribable smile appeared on Mo Xiu's face, "Hello, very good, Han Muchun, who is half-human and not a ghost, yet dares to stand up for others."
Real Man Mu Chun slowly stopped his waist that seemed to have been hunched for 10,000 years, and could not avoid the eyes of the big devil. For a moment, his goatee curled up, and it seemed to reveal a slightly wretched, sullen look. With a slightly teasing smile, he said, "No talent."
Jiang Peng's face changed, he waved his sleeves, and all the ghosts of the heavens disappeared in an instant, and he was alone and only one person. It just happened to be included in my soul lamp, and sent me to the Beiming."
Following his voice, Haitao set off a huge wave, and saw that the depths of the dark sea water suddenly tumbled like a boil. In a moment, a giant water-solid dragon broke out of the water, and the tyrannical long tail was swept away. Immediately, people turned around.
Real Mu Chun glanced back at Cheng Qian who was looking at him not far away, and pulled out the ridiculous wooden sword around his waist with a half-smile, but just as he was about to hit the stone with an egg, his arm was suddenly bound by an invisible force Living.
The expression on Mu Chun's face finally changed, and at this moment, a voice said in his ear: "Don't move, I will deal with him."
Before Real Man Mu Chun could react, an ancient copper coin rolled out of his robe sleeve.
The copper coin fell to the ground, and a layer of white smoke floated on it. It instantly merged into the abundant water vapor aroused by the water dragon, and rose quietly and silently.
There was chaos at this time, and the real Mu Chun, who was still amusing just now, stared at the huge water dragon dumbfounded, his face changed a bit, and finally fell to an abnormal dignified.
The water dragon opened its mouth to bite down on a large ship, and suddenly felt something and froze in the air. After a while, it turned into a cloud of water vapor for no reason, and plunged into the water, causing huge waves.
No one expected this change, even Jiang Peng took a few steps back and said: "Who?"
The water vapor dissipated, and a group of black shadows gathered from all directions without haste, and finally took the form of a person in the place where the water dragon appeared, but still could not see the face.
The man let out a low laugh, and then opened his mouth in a relaxed manner: "Who is in front of the seat uttering wild words, wanting to ask Beiming?"
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