"Magic cultivators have no morals, and they don't have any scruples in their actions. Southern Border is their stronghold. You do have your power, but you may not know their so many methods. Get Bingxinhuo and go quickly, and try not to confront them in the city. If you want to fight, remember to go out of town to fight."
This was what Tang Zhen told Cheng Qian before he left, and he left it behind before he was so confused.
But Cheng Qian witnessed this situation, and when he thought of the shirtless demon cultivator who had just met at the door just now, he suddenly became a little furious, wishing he could slash the demon cave in half with a single sword.
He repeatedly restrained the goose bumps on his body, until he finally recited the Jingjing Sutra in place, and only then did he barely control the impulse and his hand on the scabbard.
Then Cheng Qian made a gesture, and deftly took advantage of the shadows in the small building to float down against the corner of the wall.
Fortunately, there are all beings here, with different expressions, and everyone is busy with coloring and lust. At first, no one noticed Cheng Qian, who was like the smoke of the incense burner.
Cheng Qian dodged and hid behind a curtain, dedicated himself to shielding all kinds of things that made people grow needles around him, looking for a fire of ice heart-he took out a small jade turtle given to him by Tang Zhen from his arms, and the small turtle was green all over. , crystal clear, only the size of an adult thumb, the little tortoise twirled its tail on his fingertips, his round head poked around in the air, and finally stopped in one direction, opened his mouth, Made a coveted look.
Cheng Qian looked up and followed its gaze, and suddenly felt a thunderstorm—the place where this little beast was facing was where the table was!
He suspected that the brain of this thing was smoked, so he pinched the turtle's neck and turned it over with its four feet upside down. Rao Di turned towards the table again.
This shows that either this little bastard is a tortoise, or that Bing Xinhuo just happened to be pressed under the high platform.
Cheng Qian sighed secretly, feeling that he was so excited by Han Yuan's incident that it was probably not advisable to go out that night when he caught up.
However, at this point, Cheng Qian swept his eyes around and ran to the place where people were locked in the corner. His figure flashed slightly, and a layer of hoarfrost covered his body. The guards at the door instantly maintained their original postures. Being frozen, Cheng Qian swiftly swept across the dark prison, and at the same time shot a true essence between his fingers, precisely breaking the lock on the iron cage.
Although this movement was not big, it still alarmed several alert demon cultivators in a small area, and one person exclaimed: "Who is sneaking?"
Cheng Qian kept walking, but he was very nauseous - I really don't know how these people have the face to say that others are sneaky.
He planned to fight quickly, but the thin frost and mist that had been condensed on his body spread out in an instant, and a blizzard rolled up in the small building. With a sword in hand, the dark cage in the corner was completely opened.
This lacked great virtue. Most of the demon cultivators here didn't wear much clothes, and they were brutally baptized by Qi Feng Ku Xue when they were naked.
Cheng Qian took advantage of the chaos to get near the high platform, and he was caught off guard. The frost blade made a bright trace in the air. With one sword, he split the high platform in half, and at the same time, he cut melons and vegetables. The gravel was gouged out together with the magic cultivator who didn't have time to run away, and then he flicked his sleeves and released the little turtle that had kicked his legs for a long time.
The tortoise with the big thumb fell to the ground and grew as high as a hill, and stood there with a big shoulder and a round waist, looking extremely righteous and awe-inspiring. The jade tortoise opened its big mouth and took a deep breath of the majestic breath of the mountains and rivers. The whole small building was shaking. .
At this time, in the chaotic dance of the demons, a neatly dressed man appeared in the crowd. On the railing of the third floor, a man in a robe whose face was so wrapped that he could not see his face came out, shouting: "Where's the little thief, looking for death! "
Cheng Qian felt that he could not face the title of "little thief" calmly.
The man in the robe was condescending, raised his hand and slammed down into the sky, regardless of whether he was accidentally injured or not.
Under the black cloud cover of the giant palm, the phantom-like snowstorm released by Cheng Qian immediately dispersed gradually, and there were a few demon cultivators who ran slowly and were swallowed by the fascinated black mist under their palms, and people entered in an instant. When the bones come out, it's cleaner than beggars gnawing on chicken racks!
There are people in this kind of ghost place, Cheng Qian sneered, turned over the neck of the jade turtle, and the frost blade came out of his hand, and the cold sword intent rushed straight up like a whirlwind, unceremoniously slamming the huge palm on his head with The roof of the building was lifted. The cold sword energy in the small building and the hot wind from the southern border collided in the air, with a screeching "woo", and half-cool water droplets splashed around.
The man in the robe on the third floor was swept away by the sword, and he hurriedly stepped back three or four steps to dodge.
Seeing that he succeeded, Cheng Qian shrunk the jade turtle back to the size of his thumb and rolled it into his sleeve. With such a big commotion, he himself felt that it was a bit too much, and immediately planned to go ahead, Yu Jian slipped away, right here. At that time, someone in the dark prison in the corner shouted, "Senior, help, we are the disciples of the White Tiger Villa in Xiliang!"
Cheng Qian just blew up Guanren's dark prison, not to save people, but to make a sound, but he felt that he had done his best, so who could blame him for not being good at learning
Of course, he didn't think that the disciples of the White Tiger Villa were more valuable than the lives of others, but after hearing this self-reporting, Cheng Qian was still unavoidably stunned—for nothing else, the owner of the White Tiger Villa still held a key to the Fuyao Mountain Lock. Woolen cloth.
Cheng Qian didn't know what was the use of Master leaving such a lock, but he couldn't help worrying about the difficulties of the elder brother. Whether it was true or not, he had to take action when he heard the words "White Tiger Villa".
As soon as Cheng Qian approached the dark prison, a group of demon cultivators rushed towards him. With a single sword, he pulled out the raging tide of the sea and rolled the group of jumping clowns out and swept them to the caller.
The person who stopped him was a young man, with very bright eyebrows and bright eyes. Cheng Qianlai thought he was troublesome, but when he saw these eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little more affectionate. The young man came just to report a glimmer of hope, but he didn't expect that he would actually turn around to help, and was overjoyed for a while.
However, he was happy, but his head was still not dizzy. When he saw Cheng Qian, he was busy picking up the most important things and said quickly: "Senior, there are restrictions on the chains that bind us!"
Cheng Qian listened to it without saying a word, raised the sword and chopped, only to hear a "chuck", the frost blade collided with the chain, and the chain didn't move at all.
"No, you can't force it." The young man hurriedly said, "I'll think of a way, senior be careful!"
Three or four demon cultivators had already approached, and they swarmed up from behind Cheng Qian.
Cheng Qian didn't even look back, and the frost blade swung a huge circle in his hand. This fierce sword rarely kills. The sharp blade was dyed blood red, and the blade trembled with excitement, wherever it went. The killing intent was compelling, and he chopped off a bunch of heads one after another, and finally turned back with flying blood flowers. Before the young man could speak, he slashed at the same position on the chain for the second time.
The young man was caught in his throat in one breath, and in an instant, the ban of the fierce sword and the demonic way had collided three times in a row, each time more fierce, the black qi and the frost were entangled with each other, and the fight was inseparable.
The young man trapped in the chains made both sides unable to keep their eyes open. He didn't understand why this man was so gentle and gentle, why the solution to the problem was so simple and rude.
Finally, the crueler one wins.
In the young man's stunned mouth, the restraining chain that locked him cracked a crack with a "click", and the emanating demonic energy spread out like black smoke on the ashes, and the empty chain was nothing but ordinary iron. just disconnected.
Cheng Qian flicked his fingers, and a white light turned into the shape of a flying horse in the air, and flew straight into the sky—this was to inform Tang Zhen that he had succeeded, and he immediately escaped so that they would be ready to respond.
The magic energy of the four directions gathered like a thunderbolt, and desperately pressed down on Cheng Qian, and was carried by his shoulder with the frost blade.
Cheng Qian was at the cusp of the storm, holding one end of the frost blade with both hands as if a mayfly was shaking a tree, and said to the young man without looking back, "Hide away."
The young man had already seen that this person was terrifying, and he saw the opportunity very quickly. Hearing this, he immediately retreated outside the small building without looking back.
Cheng Qian turned to one side abruptly, and slashed the sword full of demonic energy to the ground. Zhaoyang City was cut into a half-zhang deep hole by his sword from east to west, and the overflowing demonic energy crashed to the ground. The pavilion like a demon cave suddenly fell apart, and he kept on doing nothing—letting all the unfortunate people in the dark prison out.
Most of the people here are monks. They must have been tortured in such a filthy place. When they were free, their eyes were red.
A melee began.
Just when Cheng Qian felt that he was almost ready to take advantage of the chaos, a pipa sound suddenly came from a distance, and the metal string slammed into the eardrum. It stirred a bit.
Immediately, the sound of the pipa reverberated throughout Zhaoyang City, and the sweet and greasy smell that had been dissipated by the bloody aura came up from nowhere, making people feel weak for a while, Cheng Qian suddenly felt as if he Lying in a pile of cotton, indescribable softness and dampness surged from his limbs. There was a murmur in his ear, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist softly and boneless, fingertips like scallions seemed to be leading a group of ants crawling over him, numb and crisp.
It's a pity that although the devil has charm songs, he has hit a piece of iron at this time - Cheng Qian doesn't like seduction and seduction, he just witnessed all kinds of unbearable things in the devil's cave, and his goose bumps are rising in waves, and he is immediately furious. He rolled the frost blade into a whirlwind, and slashed all the red powder and skeletons into a bare neck with one sword. Cheng Qian smelled the pungent incense on his body, and wished he could find a ditch to dig in and take a good bath.
Seeing his iron heart, someone hummed softly not far away, and the sound of the pipa music changed abruptly, mixed with the sound of a leaf flute, sharp and thin, constantly drilling into people's ears.
Cheng Qian saw a flower in front of his eyes, and the illusion reappeared. In an instant, countless figures flashed through his heart, and the sweet and greasy aroma suddenly disappeared, and a familiar scent of orchids suddenly came from the surroundings. Immediately afterwards, the arm that was entangled in him turned into a cloud of blue smoke, and fell not far from him, turning into a familiar person.
The man held a fan in his hand, and his strokes revealed a pair of smiling eyes and a hand with a copper coin ring.
Cheng Qian: ""
He couldn't help but stay for a while and was a little confused. Fortunately, it didn't take long. The next moment, an identical copper coin ring fell on his palm - this is the one he picked up from the master's hand.
The ghostly ghost in the ring appeared like a ghost, no matter the three, seven or twenty one, the phantom in front of him was a slap in the face, and the fake monster was slapped away with a slap in the face. His gaze re-drilled back into the copper coin ring with a chilling expression.
This stupid imitation spirit unexpectedly has the ability to ward off evil spirits.
Cheng Qian came back, his ears suddenly felt a little hot, and he felt that he would not be able to look directly at the mirror for a while in the future.
He pushed the frost-blade sword, and the tip of the sword forced out the abundant water vapor in the air, and it froze into a huge ice strip. The hallucinations melted into a dense fog like a tide.
Only then did Cheng Qian see that the surrounding walls of Zhaoyang City were covered with strings that were about a foot long. A half-male demon on the city wall was holding a pipa in his hand, his gloomy eyes matched with Cheng Qian, and he immediately disappeared.
The young man who ran out first panted and said, "This devil is one of the Nightmare Pedestrians, the sect master named 'Happy Sect', very filthy—oh, the younger disciple of the White Tiger Villa, Zhuang Nanxi, was ordered by the teacher's sect. Come here to visit the large-scale gathering of demon cultivators, and if you don’t check it for a while, you’re just following this person’s way—I don’t know what the seniors are called?”
"Fuyao, Cheng Qian." Cheng Qian put down these words briefly, and suddenly rose into the air, striking down a demon cultivator who raised a horn and was about to blow the horn on the bell tower in Zhaoyang City, and glanced down at the Zhuang Nanxi. Glancing at him, he said, "Don't leave yet, are you waiting to be besieged by a city's nasty demons?"
Hearing this, Zhuang Nanxi jumped up to a big tree in the city, and as his body rose and fell, a three-foot-tall bow was formed out of thin air. Said: "Xiao Qi, borrow a fire—"
A skinny boy appeared out of nowhere, quickly pinched a hand gesture, forced a cold ball of fire from his mouth, flew towards Zhuang Nanxi like a meteor, and said, "the last ball."
Zhuang Nanxi uttered a long whistle, and the indigo flame suddenly pulled out seven or eight feet long, and the beating flame turned into an arrow, which passed through the bowstring with unparalleled accuracy, and the rocket flew straight to the sky with only a sound of "boom". , and then exploded into thousands of sparks in the sky, blooming everywhere, burning the entire Zhaoyang City into a sea of fire.
Zhuang Nanxi raised his head and let out a long whistle, and the whistles around him responded one after another. Several figures quickly followed his instructions and retreated out of the city, well-trained.
Cheng Qian watched from the sidelines, with some emotion - compared to the disciples of Qinglong Island who were mourning every day, they had turned into the Vermillion Bird Pagoda in a haunted house with no disciples. Although these people from the Baihu Mountain Villa lacked some experience, they were really very promising.
Under the special care of Cheng Qian, the group forcibly broke open the city gate of Zhaoyang City and fled north, chasing a big and small demon cultivator behind them.
Zhuang Nanxi asked Cheng Qian loudly, "Senior, how do you get rid of them?"
Cheng Qian: "Don't throw it away."
Just as he finished speaking, a black flag fell from the sky, covering his face, just in time to dive into them, and accurately robbed all the demons inside.
In mid-air, Tang Zhen got a live Pegasus from somewhere, and was waiting for him with Liu Lang and Nian Da.
"Take it," Cheng Qian threw the jade turtle that had swallowed the icy fire into Tang Zhen's arms, and said, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go!"
Nian Da looked at the overwhelming demonic energy, and he was already scared to death. Just waiting for his words, when he heard this, he immediately raised his whip and drove the Pegasus to run wild.
Nianda: "Uncle Cheng, hurry up—"
Cheng Qian ignored him and stayed where he was.
In the blink of an eye, Tang Zhen's black banner was torn open, and Sect Master Huanxi, who was holding a pipa on the city wall, led his crowd to chase after him, but stopped a few feet away from Cheng Qian.
This place has already left the magic city, and without all the strange magic traps in the city to rely on, the Huanxi Sect Master suddenly regretted his anger and rushed out.
Unless he is a genius of the sky, otherwise those who are addicted to demons and outsiders, if they are really fighting against others, it seems that there will always be some lack of confidence.
Cheng Qian was alone with his sword hanging in the air, and his half-old robe sleeves flew up and down, as if he could go home at any time, but for some reason, no one dared to approach him within three feet, and a strange, suffocating silence filled the southern sky. Come.
The Sect Master of the Huanxi Sect glanced at the direction where Zhuang Nanxi and the others were fleeing, and asked cautiously, "Dare to ask what kind of enmity there is between Zunjia and my faction? Why did you deceive me on Zhaoyang City for no reason?"
This devil is really invisible, and in a blink of an eye, Zhaoyang City has been regarded as their home.
"I didn't come, and I'm not a saint who protects the way of demons, but" Cheng Qian stared at the pipa in the hands of the Huanxi Sect Sect Master. As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the frost blade, and the cold iron rubbed against the scabbard and made a piercing sharp point. Ming, he suddenly smiled coldly, "You are so bold, how dare you use that pickled monster to turn into a sect master!"
The next moment, the frost blade burst out in anger, and Cheng Qianqian's suppressed realm and coercion in the magic city finally revealed his cold fangs without concealment—
Huanxi Sect Master was startled, he grabbed the pipa strings with ten fingers, the strings snapped with a sound of "嘡", and rushed towards Cheng Qian with a sound like a bell.
Too bad he didn't get far.
When he was pierced by an arrow behind him, he heard the other party's low voice: "You'd better remember this sword and my advice. Before committing other people's taboos in the next life, you should first consider whether you have so many lives!"
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