At the foot of Shizhou Mountain, the puddle turned into a giant bird, with Li Yun on his back, passing quickly in the air. If anyone saw it, it would be like a ray of light flying through the air.
The two seem to be broom stars dragging their long tails, chasing a group of big and small devils behind them, but Tonghe's path is not a straight line. .
A few days ago, I received a letter from Tang Zhen, Yan Zhengming had already walked ahead of them without any explanation, but I heard that the cultivators from the four sides of Suo Xiantai gathered together, how can the senior brother deal with it alone? Li Yun had to brew a stomach of bad water. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the group of demons following the dragon to the north, he provoked a large group of demons who were screaming and screaming along the way. Relying on the fast speed of the puddle, he led them all the way to Shizhou Mountain. , intends to completely muddy the water in this pool.
Li Yun instructed the puddle while calculating, "The first seventeen feet, the ridge position—hey, it's too far, be careful!"
Shuideng couldn't bear it any longer: "Don't pretend you've read books, what about just saying 'front, back, left and right'?"
Basically, she can only tell the front, back, left, and right, and she has to think about it for a while. Li Yun's messy "Qiankun shocks" made her a big one.
"Don't be long-winded, just over there, hurry up!" Li Yun complained, "Can't you put away the fire on your body, it will burn me to death!"
Shuikeng didn't argue with him, and said worriedly, "Second Senior Brother, can Senior Senior Brother drag us over there?"
"Stop joking, when something happens to Xiao Qian, can you still expect him to be calm?" Li Yun sighed, "If Xiao Qian has all the tails, it doesn't matter, in case something goes wrong, alas"
Shuideng followed with righteous indignation and said, "What? Who dares to hurt my little brother, I must burn them to death!"
Li Yun: ""
If this bird is a demon, I am afraid it can be regarded as a demon cultivator who has more hearts, but it is too far from being a person. How developed her limbs are, how simple her mind is, Li Yun was speechless for a moment, thinking that this matter is related to She couldn't explain it, so she said feebly: "Fly to you, if you are caught accidentally, we will have a lot of fun."
He was full of worries, lest Yan Zhengming's brain be overheated for a while, he would just indiscriminately break into Suo Sendai.
Li Yun knew their senior brother in charge.
Above the hall of Suo Xiantai, the sword energy with killing intent swept across indiscriminately, and all the masters present subconsciously moved the Zhen Yuan to resist. Qi and Zhen Yuan collided, and the gate of the square suddenly burst with a "boom".
"who!"
Yan Zhengming's face was as cold as frost, and he walked in from the door of the messy place step by step, ignoring all the big and small talents without squinting, and walked straight to Suoxiantai.
As if everything around him was worthless, all he saw was the person surrounded by the trapped dragon locks.
Cheng Qian's calmness has long since been swept away. For a while, he has the illusion that he will get all the stolen goods as soon as he gets into trouble. His back, which is covered with wounds, froze involuntarily. In this irreparable tattered shirt, he pulled up a piece of rag to cover up the shocking bruise on his waist.
Yan Zhengming walked to Suoxiantai without anyone else, stared at the blood on Cheng Qian's body, and said softly, "Who hurt you?"
His voice was soft and his face was as usual, but Cheng Qian suddenly felt a little creepy. He looked at Yan Zhengming in surprise, and saw an ominous dark red in his dark pupils: "Senior brother, you"
Yan Zhengming exhaled softly: "I swore to God that if anyone wants to hurt you again, I will kill them with a thousand swords"
Cheng Qian was terrified when he heard it, and did not dare to let his mad senior brother speak, he interrupted him immediately, and cautiously coaxed: "I'm fine, I just have some misunderstandings with people, calm down, okay? Second senior brother. where are they?"
Yan Zhengming gritted his teeth tightly, his cheeks stretched out a sharp arc, and after a while, he closed his eyes fiercely, and the two faint undulating dark reds in his eyes finally began to fade away.
Yan Zhengming sighed and whispered as if exhausted: "Come here and let me see."
Cheng Qian got up and walked to the edge of the Qiankun trapped dragon lock as if nothing had happened.
He put his hands on his back nonchalantly, and glanced down at the monks of different colors around him on Suoxiantai, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, revealing the invincibility that had not been hung on his face for a long time, and said with a smile: "It's just a small lawsuit. , the conversation is over, what are you doing here?"
Yan Zhengming stared at his pale and pretending face, the demons in the inner palace calmed down a little, and when his senses recovered, he suddenly started to get angry.
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Yan Zhengming gave Cheng Qian a fierce look, gave him a "you wait for me" eye, turned around, and gently knocked the newly replaced three-foot saber on the ground, saying: " Whoever he owes, I will pay, whoever kills, I will pay for his life - now whoever comes to collect the debt, come and share it with me."
Even though he was a rare sword cultivator, his blustering remarks in the public eye still stunned everyone.
After a long while, Zhuang Nanxi, who couldn't find the north, came back and said, "This senior is"
Yan Zhengming said, "My surname is Yan, and I am the forty-eighth generation head of the Fuyao faction."
Cheng Qian didn't expect him to say it so bluntly in public, and was taken aback: "Senior brother!"
Yan Zhengming turned his back to him and waved his hand, this day will come sooner or later, can the Fuyao faction still hide for a lifetime
As soon as he said these words, most of the cultivators present were dazed, but Bian Xu, Yang Decheng, the unknown elder of the White Tiger Villa and the others showed surprise.
The elder of Baihu Villa asked, "Then who is your master?"
"Master Han Muchun, Master Tongru and the Four Sages seem to have a lot of connections." Yan Zhengming paused, then said, "The elders are gone, handing over the sect to the mere hands, I am not very talented, practice After more than 100 years, I haven't learned anything, and I have always been ashamed to mention my teacher's inheritance to others."
When he said this, he tapped the scabbard of the sword lightly with his fingertips, the scabbard made a soft sound, and Yan Zhengming's face showed a slightly self-deprecating expression, but he laughed at himself and laughed at himself as if no one else was there, without raising his head. Said: "But no matter how much you shrink your head, you can't watch my junior brother being bullied like this by you. I have to come out and learn a lesson or two."
Yang Decheng snorted heavily: "If I remember correctly, isn't your Fuyao faction claiming that you will kill every demon? Why don't you clean up the door yourself first?"
Yan Zhengming lifted his eyelids when he heard the words: "Oh?"
He was born with a pair of swinger-style peach blossom eyes. Before he opened his mouth, the corners of his eyes and brows had already taken on a bit of frivolous frivolity. However, this eye had a vague sword intent, as if a feather was a blade, dripping water into ice. It is said that There are unspeakable violations and unspeakable reasons.
The disciple of Xuanwu Hall next to Yang Decheng who proposed to open Cheng Qian's inner palace stepped forward and told the story of the future with more fuel and jealousy.
Yan Zhengming listened expressionlessly, looked down at the tip of his sword, and suddenly chuckled: "Oh, I see, it turned out to be this Elder Yang—your young master was possessed by a demon, and his body died. In my hands, it has nothing to do with my junior brother, if you feel that I desecrated the body, I can personally kowtow in front of his clothes mound. As for
The word "as for" came out of his mouth in an instant. People had already arrived in front of Yang Decheng. The sword of Yuan and the saber in his hand merged into one. He didn't care that the empty door behind him opened wide, and he didn't say hello.
Before Yan Zhengming came in, he heard this person's clamor, and after listening to the cause and effect, he deduced that Cheng Qian's hairband was broken by the old man's hand, and he was immediately angry.
If it wasn't for him who tied a puppet on Cheng Qian's body on a whim, and if it wasn't for someone from Baihu Villa who happened to be involved at that time, would Cheng Qian still be alive
The revenge that he couldn't avenge against Zhou Hanzheng himself a hundred years ago was boiling in his chest, and many new and old hatreds were added together, even if the king and Laozi were in front of him, he couldn't stop him from tearing this person to pieces.
The sword in Yan Zhengming's hand seemed to be unable to withstand the blow of the master's 12-point force, and with a screeching "woo", the dignified Xuanwu Hall's chief elder, Yang Decheng, could hardly be regarded as sharp, and he withdrew in embarrassment, even one of the four saints. Bian Xu involuntarily took a step sideways to avoid the sharp edge of his long sword.
This sword is like being born out of nowhere—
Cheng Qian's brows wrinkled, he couldn't help but take a step forward and was blocked by the trapped dragon lock.
The depth and depth of these people can't be clearer. Even if Yan Zhengming suddenly finds a Shiquan Dabu Dan to eat, he will never have such a tyrannical strength. It's only a few days. What did the senior brother who is so important do
The entire hall was stirred up by his sword. Except for the place surrounded by the Qiankun trapped dragon, everything else suffered. The dense protective charms around it were simply muddy, and they collapsed out of control in an instant.
When the sages built Suoxiantai, they must not have thought that anyone would dare to be so presumptuous.
The elder of Baihu Villa hurriedly said, "My nephew is not allowed."
That Yang Decheng was unavoidable, he snorted lowly, put his hands on his chest to make a tactic, and suddenly eighteen phantoms appeared behind him. They were holding eighteen weapons, either fierce or agile. They rushed over from all directions, dazzling their eyes. They surrounded Yan Zhengming in the middle.
Suddenly, a sword light burst into flames, and the saber and the sword of Yuan converged into a sword rain. It was indistinguishable from each other. The sword light was everywhere, ghosts were frightened, and the eighteen phantoms had no time to flee in a hurry. With three points of timidity, he was immediately attacked by his phantom in shock, and fell more than two feet away, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, but he didn't move.
Yan Zhengming chased after him reluctantly, and Bian Xu was finally forced to make a move, turned his hand to seal, and released a jade card to block Yang Decheng.
The sword qi slammed into the corner of the jade token, knocking the jade token into a crack, Yan Zhengming glanced sideways at Xuanwu Hall Master with a sneer, and the sword shadows all over his body suddenly turned with him, and the mountains and tsunamis rushed towards the three. Sixteen trapped dragon locks smashed over.
"Stop!" This time, Bian Xu, the elders of Baihu Villa and even Cheng Qian almost said in unison.
But no one could stop this Jianxiu from going his own way.
The Yuanjian collided with the trapped dragon lock, and there seemed to be a long cry of a dragon in the trapped dragon lock, and the roof of the hall, which was the only remaining fruit, suddenly flew with tiles.
After countless years of wind and frost, the sleepy dragon lock has been watered by countless great masters with true essence, and has drunk the blood of countless demons.
The corners of Yan Zhengming's mouth began to see thin bloodstains, and the dark red that had just faded in his eyes was once again provoked by the trapped dragon lock. In a blink of an eye, the second sword had been formed, and it slashed towards the trapped dragon lock again.
Perhaps the reason why the lazy young master on Fuyao Mountain was able to enter the Dao with a sword was because of the coldness in his bones—at a certain moment, he ignored all the people in the world.
On the one hand, he was looking for the keys and secret words of the Kaifeng Mountain Order, but on the other hand, he was trying to fight against the knowledge left in the head seal by the ancestors of their own sect.
Even though he was afraid of getting dirty, tired and troublesome, he was never too frightened by real fear.
Sleepy Dragon Lock roared angrily, and Suo Sendai shivered.
The elder of Baihu Villa turned his head and shouted at Bian Xu, his voice changed: "This sword cultivator has already entered the sword domain, who would make a special trip to kill your incompetent son of a turtle? Sendai!"
Bian Xu admitted that he was right, but he really wanted to open Suoxiantai, but at this time he was also powerless - with his cultivation, he could fight against Yan Zhengming, but at this time he broke into the violent sword wind, If you don't make trouble, you will lose both.
At this moment, Cheng Qian on Suoxiantai suddenly knelt down and said, "Senior brother, I beg you to stop!"
As soon as he knelt down, Yan Zhengming's indifferent eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, the original Changhong sunset-like sword qi had taken shape, and with his stagnation, it stopped in the air.
Cheng Qian: "Don't you want to live anymore?"
In the silence of the crowd, the sword qi that filled the sky finally dispersed slowly, turned into a breeze, and retreated into Yan Zhengming's sword.
Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, then whispered, "Open the sleepy dragon lock."
The monks present looked at each other, and the elder of the White Tiger Villa hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I have a key here."
Thirty-six trapped dragon locks were kept by thirty-six invited cultivators. With him taking the lead, others immediately followed suit. Even Bian Xu hesitated for a moment before lifting it reluctantly. He called out a key and threw it to a disciple beside him.
With the opening of the trapped dragon locks, Cheng Qian's real essence that had been stagnant for a long time finally turned again, and the meridians around his body seemed to be suddenly pouring into the river that had been dry for a long time, and he was a little painful.
That Bian Xu coughed dryly, and was about to say something when suddenly, a black qi burst into the sky from Beitian, covering most of the sky in a blink of an eye. , I saw the figure of a dragon looming in the rolling dark clouds.
Someone exclaimed: "Southern Border Demon Dragon!"
At this moment, a big bird covered with fire roared up the mountain and stopped on the ruined hall. Li Yun jumped down from the bird's back panting. Time was a little confused, and he said to himself, "Isn't that what's going on here?"
In the dark clouds surging like a gust of wind and waves, Han Yuan's voice came from a distance like a dull thunder: "I destroyed the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, and the Big Heart Demon was also credited by which unknown person dared to take the seat? "
As he spoke, the black air around Shizhou Mountain continued to roll over, and it seemed as if a large number of demon cultivators were chasing at the foot of the mountain.
Li Yun finally breathed evenly, and hurriedly explained with a smile: "I met a lot of demons on the way here, and they chased us all the way to shit."
No one at the scene paid any attention to his self-mockery.
Violent demonic energy from all directions permeated boundlessly, and the "tude" trembled on Suoxiantai, and the demonic dragon laughed loudly: "This world should have changed the day long ago, go with me to toss it, the mountains and rivers will change color—"
Demons from all directions responded.
The huge claws of the demon dragon slid across the clouds, as if one claws ripped the sky, and the heavy rain suddenly poured down like a leak.
The mountain was violently windy and rainy, the demons danced wildly below the mountain, and the Shizhou Mountain became a mess.
Zhuang Nanxi strode forward, wiped the rain on his face with force, and said to Yan Zhengming in a loud voice: "Senior! The junior is ignorant and has never heard of the famous name of the Fuyao faction before, but didn't someone say that Fuyao will be killed when he meets a demon? Right now the world is in chaos, Who can stay out of it?"
I don't know if it was Cheng Qian's illusion, he felt that Yan Zhengming's body seemed to be shaking slightly.
Zhuang Nanxi made a generous statement: "Seniors, please take the big picture for the public and let go of the small differences between you!"
Cheng Qian turned his head abruptly, as if he had passed through the pouring rain and thick dark clouds, and met Han Yuan's eyes in the air.
never go back.
The Fuyao faction, which had been hidden for many years, reappeared in front of the world at this time, and it was once again on the cusp of the storm, and the little junior brother who used to love to be lazy and mischievous was also drifting away, and could never go back.
The evil spirits that must emerge in every generation, and the ancestral teaching that every demon must be killed.
"Let's get out of the way for those who are heroes." At this moment, Tang Zhen suddenly separated from the crowd and strode over, "Is it about to stop without seeing him?"
His voice fell, and Yan Zhengming suddenly fell down without warning.
Cheng Qian couldn't care about his nonsense anymore, he hurriedly reached out to catch him, only to feel that his tentacles were cold, and Yan Zhengming's breathing was so shallow that he couldn't seem to feel it.
Zhuang Nanxi was stunned. At this moment, an unknown cultivator stepped forward cautiously and said, "Please come with me, senior, there is a place to rest on Shizhou Mountain."
Tang Zhen said: "Please lead the way, this lunatic was injured by the trapped dragon lock just now."
Said, he gave the bewildered Cheng Qian a wink, motioning him to follow.
Cheng Qian hurriedly picked up Yan Zhengming, and Li Yun and Shuikeng also hurriedly followed, none of the monks in the mountains dared to stop him.
Cheng Qian quickly caught up with Tang Zhen: "Brother Tang, my brother is him"
"Don't ask," Tang Zhen said in a voice that was almost in a whisper, "At that time, I saw the White Tiger Villa summoning the disciples, and after I went to inquire about it, I sent your senior brothers a letter. In addition to locking the location of Xiantai, he also asked me for one. Forbidden."
Cheng Qianchen clenched his mouth: "What?"
"In a short period of time, I raised my cultivation base to the extreme, and I endured three times of backlash afterwards. I thought your senior brother was quite easy-going," Tang Zhen frowned. "If I knew he was like this, I wouldn't give it."
Cheng Qian was stunned.
He was shocked for a while, looking at Yan Zhengming's haggard face, he didn't know what it was like.
In a trance, the words Zhuang Nanxi said hovered in his chest, and he was about to come out—
In the world, as long as it doesn't violate morality, there is nothing I can't do for him.
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