A dark cloud suddenly came from nowhere, covering the bright moonlight tightly, and on a sunny day, thunder exploded in the air without warning, reflecting half of the sky pale.
Lightning was falling on the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, and nine or eighty-one bronze bells on the tower trembled at the same time.
Then, a loud bang was heard, and the Suzaku Pagoda, which had existed for thousands of years, was divided into two parts in the middle, the old walls were cracked every inch, and the tower body was blown to pieces in an instant.
The content of the Suzaku Pagoda that has been coveted by countless people is finally in plain sight—
I saw nothing behind the broken tower, like an impoverished cage, in which the master's yin and yang stone statue sat like a haunted figure, and a crumbling oil lamp hung above his head, and the lamp body went back and forth in a hanging posture. Shaking.
There seemed to be boundless sadness in the drooping brows of the stone statue. It flickered on and off under the violent flame of the oil lamp, and a turtle's back suddenly fell from its hand, fell to the ground and turned over, trembling, revealing the engraving on its back. A "chaotic" word.
It's a pity that no one could see it clearly. The next moment, the turtle's back and the stone statue disappeared together without warning.
There seemed to be an old sigh coming from the hanging oil lamp, and the flame gradually went out.
The Suzaku Pagoda is no longer there, and the tower spirit who has guarded the pagoda for hundreds of years must have gone with it.
At this time, someone with sharp eyes saw something else, and asked the person next to him in a low voice, "Look, that's an icicle, right? What's frozen inside?"
Everyone looked at them, and then they saw a large icicle as tall as a person under the dead oil lamp, and there was a person who could not see clearly in the middle. It was about to break out, it was dark, and it merged with the night.
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There is a saying that "the soul is immortal, the inner demon is immortal", this thing can't be killed, can't be eliminated, Cheng Qian had to make a "sealing" to seal it in ice.
Cheng Qian thought, in this Vermillion Bird Pagoda, apart from the broken copper and rotten iron, there is a tower spirit that is not human. The inner demon is sealed in the ice and has no source of power. In 2008, the icicle was melted by the Suzaku Tower, and it was almost "starved" to death.
Who would have guessed that this Suzaku Tower, which seemed to last forever, would be shattered in an instant!
A thick black cloud surged up from the south, wrapping the icicle continuously, as if it was summoned by something.
The more nimble cultivators present were ready to run away when they saw this.
After all, the two Yuan cultivators in front of the carriage, who were protecting the dandy, had seen the world. One of the taller and thinner old men said, "This devilish energy is so high that it is not easy to get along with."
Another chubby person said: "I often hear people say that there are Nightmares in the southern border. I don't think it's groundless. In any case, let's go first."
The tall and thin old man sighed and asked helplessly, "What about the young master?"
Before the chunky old man could answer, he heard a cultivator beside him say in shock, "Senior, look!"
I saw that the monk who was talking had a grey sash on his waist, and the grey sash stood upright like a living thing, fluttering with the wind, and slowly pointed in the direction of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda.
The cultivator holding the gray scorpion said hurriedly: "Senior, this is the 'Pursuing Aya'. When I came, I hit the young master with the other end for fear of an accident. Before the tracing scorpion, it must have been blocked by the Vermillion Bird Pagoda. As soon as the Suzaku Tower is bombed, it can immediately sense the position of the young master."
When the tall and thin old man heard this, his expression changed immediately, and he said in surprise, "Why is the young master in the Vermillion Bird Tower? How should this be?"
It can't be better - just at this moment, an earth-shattering roar was heard in the distance, and all the black air vortices gathered around the icicle like a vortex, which actually gathered from the ground into a dragon, swayed up, and rolled up the icicle.
I don't know who murmured: "Tu Jiao Chenglong, the world is in chaos"
The black dragon pulled its neck to the sky, and a roar alarmed hundreds of thousands of mountains in the southern border. The icicle made a crisp sound, and a crack suddenly appeared. From top to bottom, it fell apart in a blink of an eye. , swirling around the sky.
Jiuxiao vibrated, and the stars and the moon dimmed. The black gas in the mountains was like an inextinguishable fire, swallowing half of the country.
Buddha was frightened.
The chunky Yuan cultivator was shocked: "Go! Go! Go!"
But Rao is his great power. In this situation, his voice is not much higher than Qiu Chung's. The Yuan monk gritted his teeth, and promptly threw his companions away. escape.
At the moment when the sword under his feet rose to the sky, the Suzaku Pagoda seemed to open a mouth full of fishy smell, swallowing all the people present, and neither the immortal body nor the Yuan escaped.
Seeing this, the squat Yuan cultivator did not dare to turn his head back, and galloped towards the north.
At this time, in the border restaurant, Cheng Qian fell down without warning, frightening Yan Zhengming.
He kept shooting and shouting for a long while, only to find out that Cheng Qian had been poured down by this cup of sweet-scented osmanthus water mixed with wine.
Yan Zhengming didn't expect that his junior brother, who looked invincible and inhuman, was brought down so easily. Who explained: "Go to bed and lie down."
Naturally, no one would answer him. Yan Zhengming said these words as if he had received some permission. He carefully held his breath, bent over to pick up Cheng Qian, and put him in his bed, which was so clean that there was no hair left.
Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian for a moment, then tentatively stretched out his hand and lightly patted his face twice: "Hey, can you really not drink a sip?"
Cheng Qian didn't respond.
Yan Zhengming's mood involuntarily flew up - although he didn't know what he was looking for, if he had a tail, he must have been raised to the sky. He poked Cheng Qian's forehead and said, "Look at your potential."
Cheng Qian used his hand to slightly turn half of his face, and there was a smell of osmanthus in his shallow breath. After all, it was ordinary wine. With Cheng Qian's physique, even if the personnel did not know, the real essence would run on its own. Exhausting that bit of alcohol, even if he was drunk, he wouldn't be drunk for a moment.
Yan Zhengming took this moment to sit on the edge of the bed, tracing Cheng Qian's facial features with his eyes, as if a pebble had been dropped in the lake of heart that had just settled down, ripples began to float again.
He was like a poor child guarding the candy. He wanted to guard himself for stealing, but he didn't have the guts to commit a crime. He was almost jumping out of his throat, and a weird smirk appeared on his face.
Just then, there was a sudden movement outside the window.
Yan Zhengming, who seemed to have fallen into the rice vat like a mouse, suddenly came back from a pile of old and dishonest fantasies.
All the birds in the courtyard seemed to be frightened, fluttering their wings and fleeing in all directions. The sky seemed to be coming up from the south. The thick clouds were rolling like tides, and a huge pressure was coming from the gloomy night sky. Yan Zhengming couldn't care about peeking at whose sleeping face, he returned his palm and pressed it on Cheng Qian's back heart, and the real essence with sharp energy suddenly drove straight in, instantly turning the tepid spinning in Cheng Qian's body. The real essence stirred up, and the wine without a sip disappeared instantly.
Cheng Qian was sobered up by his choking cough, and the feeling of being forced to wake up by foreign real essence was naturally not very pleasant. His brows were knitted together, and he was struggling to hold himself up, thinking that if Yan Niangniang dared to tell him that this palm was slapped because he didn't take off his shoes, he would have to commit the following crimes.
Yan Zhengming was in front of the window in an instant, his back turned to Cheng Qian and said, "Pour a cup, get up, something happened."
The frost blade that Cheng Qian had just thrown on the table made a "humming" sound, and he pinched the center of his eyebrows: "What?"
The words fell, and the door that Yan Zhengming had just broken open by Cheng Qian was kicked open again, only to see Li Yun burst in with a long-legged bird half a person's height on his shoulders: "Elder brother, small, small latent?"
There's nothing unusual about Cheng Qian, what's unusual is where he sits.
Li Yun straddled one foot on the threshold, looking wretched and embarrassed, it was impossible to enter or retreat.
Rao was in a crisis all over the world, but Yan Zhengming was still guilty of a thief for a while, and said angrily: "What are you doing there? Get in here!"
Cheng Qian looked at the limp big bird and asked, "Is this the little junior sister?"
"There is something wrong with her demon bones." Li Yun put the puddle on the table. The temperature of the puddle was extremely high. Li Yun's sleeves and hands were burnt out in a row of charred black. The moment her body touched the table, she heard "squeak" With a sound, a pot of cold wine next to it boiled.
Li Yun waved his hand and moved the wine barrel to the windowsill, retracted his hands and blew, and said, "So it's not my fault that she can't come back."
Puddle was lying on the table half-dead, like a splendid roast chicken, and said, "Senior brother, I'm going to die."
Then the dying man tilted his head and saw Yan Zhengming just opened the dim sum that he had just opened and left aside, so he took a peek, leaving a hole through, and said while eating, "I want to be a full-fledged ghost even if I die. "
Cheng Qian: ""
He found that the senior brother was very good at bringing up children, especially teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, all of which retained the original bird spirit of the younger junior sister.
At this time, it was already dark outside, and the few residents in the restaurant were all dressed in their clothes, and their hearts stretched their necks to watch outside in panic. Cheng Qian took a look and saw that there seemed to be a black dragon looming among the dark clouds in the distance. In the meantime—this is not the antique that has been dead for 8,000 years in the True Dragon Banner. The huge coercion is roaring along with the unsettling demonic energy, covering the changing situation for half a day.
At this moment, there was a sudden crunch from the puddle, the wings of the half-human-high bird suddenly stretched, and a flame several feet high jumped up on its body, and the wooden table was immediately set on fire.
Yan Zhengming showed off his long sleeves, and the Senran Sword Qi from Jianxiu was like a transparent cover, which suddenly enveloped the whole room. Li Yun took out a bag of cinnabar from his arms, picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus wine on the windowsill and melted it. The person almost became an afterimage, and circles of fiery red spells spread out on the ground like clouds and water.
Cheng Qianlai wanted to say, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, can you leave?" Seeing this situation, he swallowed the unnecessary question. He grabbed the frost blade and jumped, jumped up the eaves, and protected the Dharma outside. .
There were several huge earthquakes under his feet, and the power of the demon was always trying to break the bones, and was suppressed by Yan Zhengming.
Every time the puddle grows a demon bone, they both seem to want to share their lives. Even though Yan Zhengming's realm over the years has gone a thousand miles, the power of the demon in the puddle has grown even crazier. At this time, the long feather behind her was captured. The scattered sword qi was cut into pieces, but the blazing Samadhi True Fire spread out involuntarily, and even affected Cheng Qian outside the sword qi circle.
Cheng Qian's back almost felt a burning pain, and the fire on the puddle seemed to be more irritable than that of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda.
Suddenly, a shrill bird cry came from behind him, and a red glow burst out of the roof and shot straight into the sky, tearing a hole in the dense black cloud, and it was like a huge target was erected thousands of miles away.
The black dragon in the cloud in the distance suddenly turned his head and looked at Cheng Qian's gaze. Cheng Qian's hair stood on end for a while, and he involuntarily clenched the sword in his hand - he hadn't felt this way for many years.
Suddenly, someone whispered not far away: "Phoenix Jiuchu, she is Tonghe?"
The voice was very familiar, and Cheng Qian turned around abruptly and said in surprise, "Brother Tang? Why are you here?"
It was Tang Zhen who came. I don't know if it was because of the dark clouds, Tang Zhen's face became more and more ugly, like a tuberculosis ghost with a short life.
Behind him, two young men followed, one on the left and one on the right, carefully supporting him from both sides. One was Nian Mingming's precious son Nian Da, who likes to talk to himself. Rokuro.
Tang Zhen did not greet him, but looked at the approaching black dragon, and said feebly, "Among the three thousand demons, there is one that is the most rare, because the inner demon enters the Dao and uses the body as the inner demon weapon. It can gather the invincible power of the world's inner demons and gather into a dragon. However, inner demons hurt others and themselves, and this is the first time I know that someone can go this far - little friend, you have to be careful, Tonghe The demon bones of the celestial demon are just right for the back of the demon dragon."
While speaking, the black dragon had arrived, and both mortals and monks had become ants, and they had already fled in all directions, shouting everywhere.
Long Yin fell like a thunderbolt, making people almost unable to stand up, only to hear a loud noise, except for the restaurant under Cheng Qian's feet, all the surrounding houses and trees were spared, and they fell apart in an instant.
Cheng Qian: "Get out of the way!"
The frost blade in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and the frost and cold air swayed around like a wave, and the humming sound like the strings could be heard from far away.
In the humid and sultry air, every drop of water seemed to be squeezed out by him. Frost covered the entire restaurant in the blink of an eye. Cheng Qian was holding a frost blade on the pointed roof. .
The swaying hoarfrost collided with the impending black cloud without any buffer.
"Boom" -
Extremely bright and extremely dark meet on a narrow road. The two welcoming stone lions at the bottom of the restaurant, scratching their heads and posing, were swept aside and turned into dust in an instant.
Tang Zhen threw a multicolored stone the moment they met, and the stone turned into a cover out of thin air, covering the three of them inside. After the strong light passed, a crack was clearly left on the cover.
The so-called rock-shattering-
Nian was so shocked that he stammered: "Tang Tang, this is the colorful stone left in the world by the female and mother Nuwa."
Tang Zhen didn't seem to feel much distressed, he just said lightly: "It's just leftovers, how can you resist a blow from the magic dragon? Now that the magic dragon has been established, this devil has the qualifications to win Beiming."
Nian's eyes were so wide that he was about to go out of the window: "He can become Lord Beiming!"
"No." Tang Zhen said, "The devil is the king and the loser. If you want to win Beiming, you must pave the way for the corpse of the previous generation of Beiming. There is only one soul left in the last Beiming. Friends are sealed with his own yuan, so that he is neither alive nor dead, and the 'Bei Mingjun' will be sealed forever, and no one can get it again."
Nian Da didn't want to listen to him talk about ancient times, and asked nervously: "My uncle Cheng is only about a hundred years old, how can I fight against the sect of ten thousand demons?"
Liu Lang remained silent for a while, but after hearing this, his hand holding Tang Zhen tightly tightened involuntarily.
Tang Zhen didn't speak, just looked up - Cheng Qian on the roof swayed, and half of the tip of Shuangblade's sword had been stained with black gas, he didn't look at the sword in his hand, just raised his sleeve to wipe He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the black dragon in the sky without letting go.
Heilong has three claws as big as Cheng Qian, and he grabbed him head-on step by step, Cheng Qian jumped up to meet him, and gathered all the frost scattered like a tidal wave in one line. "It fits the incomparably precise sword intent, and it sank into the heart of the black dragon's claws.
Tang Zhen patted Liulang's hand and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about the sky, he is a sharp blade forged with a catastrophe."
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