Qingyao's voice was originally clear, and had a bit of boyishness.
But at this moment the voice carried a hint of evil. Lu Xiaochan got up and continued running.
It seems that this evil spirit’s target is him!
Qing Yao suddenly came in front of Lu Xiaochan, and Lu Xiaochan almost fell into his arms.
"Uncle Master, where are you going? Are you playing hide-and-seek with your disciples?"
Lu Xiaochan's heart sank and she took a step back.
"What do you want to do?"
"Master, take a guess."
Qing Yao smiled and took a step closer to Lu Xiaochan.
Lu Xiaochan took a step back and told himself not to be afraid.
Because when the old liar Kunwu was telling a story, he said that there are evil spirits in the world that feed on fear.
One must have an open mind, be free from desires and worries, so as not to be invaded by evil spirits.
There's nothing to be afraid of, Lu Xiaochan.
"How would I know what you want? I hate half-spoken things. Either you tell me what you want, or I'll give it to you if I can. If I can't give it to you, then you can try to snatch it away!"
Qing Yao's smile faded. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Lu Xiaochan's expression with interest.
"Master, you were so nervous just now, but now you are not afraid at all. I just want to borrow your Dan Yuan!"
After saying that, Qingyao's hand suddenly reached out for Lu Xiaochan's abdomen, and Lu Xiaochan's heart was lifted.
Everything happened in a flash. A sword energy whizzed out from Lu Xiaochan's Dan Yuan. A sword formation hovered and the moonlight spread sharply, blocking Lu Xiaochan's way.
Qing Yao was unable to dodge and was locked into the sword formation. He twisted his body and struggled, his eyes wide open: "This is impossible - this is impossible - how can you break the moon sword formation!"
Seeing Qingyao trapped, Lu Xiaochan turned around and ran.
He couldn't find Kunwu's quiet room, but he vaguely felt that a familiar and powerful spiritual energy was nearby.
He ran towards the spiritual energy. As long as he found the owner of that spiritual energy, he would be able to stop Qing Yao!
Who knew that Qing Yao broke free from "Broken Moon" and came out covered in blood. He fell to the ground and said viciously: "I didn't expect... Yang Cang actually left the sword intent for him... But I'll definitely take Li Chejun's Dan Yuan!"
Qing Yao ran away. Lu Xiaochan felt an evil wind behind him and had no time to look back.
Just when Qing Yao was about to take out Lu Xiaochan's Dan Yuan from behind, another sword energy rushed out, surging and the sword formation opened. Fortunately, the evil spirit in Qing Yao's body reacted quickly and retreated quickly.
"It's actually the 'Tianque' sword formation!"
The sword formation approached rapidly and crushed into Qing Yao's body.
"Ah—" Qing Yao made a terrible sound.
He lowered his head and hugged himself tightly, his bones making a creaking sound. He tilted his neck back, veins bulged, and instantly a black evil mist was forced out.
Lu Xiaochan finally ran to the front of the spiritual energy, only to find that it was not a person, but Chang Yan's ribs entangled by spiritual vines.
The evil fog was about to spread, and Lu Xiaochan heard its wild roar.
Don't be afraid, Lu Xiaochan! You can't always rely on Brother Wuxi's protection!
All things in the world have spirituality. Use their power to destroy this evil spirit!
Lu Xiaochan closed her eyes, ignoring the overwhelming evil spirits, and connected her mind with all the spiritual things around her.
Chang Yan's ribs trembled with a spiritual light and turned into countless fine threads, sinking into Lu Xiaochan's skin and seeping into his body, like a river from ancient times, pouring into Lu Xiaochan's Dan Yuan.
The spiritual vines spread out, like opening their arms, offering Chang Yan's ribs.
Lu Xiaochan grasped it, and in an instant, he seemed to hear Chang Yan's heartbeat from ancient times, its inner yearning, and the freedom and ease that broke through the sky.
Lu Xiaochan held it and turned around. The last sword formation left in Shu Wuxi's body flowed along Chang Yan's ribs, gushing out with great momentum.
The evil spirit was scattered by this formation, and when it gathered again, it was already extremely weak.
"This is impossible... No matter how powerful Yang Cang is... Without me, how can a mere sword power... have such great power..."
Lu Xiaochan tightly grasped Chang Yan's ribs. He seemed to feel the remaining consciousness of the legendary spirit beast surrounding him, protecting him firmly.
The evil spirit knew that the situation was hopeless, so it turned around and fled at high speed.
It broke through numerous spaces, broke through Tailing Pavilion, and fled in a panic.
After finally breaking out of Tailing Pavilion, the evil spirits gathered together.
At this time, a clear and lazy teasing voice sounded.
"Oh, I didn't expect that a thousand-year-old evil spirit would have such a miserable moment."
A sword formation descended from the sky and locked it in.
"Qian...Qianqiu Palace Master..."
Under the blue sky, a handsome and elegant man sat casually on a magic sword, supporting his chin and looking at it as if he was watching a joke.
The evil spirit trembled, knowing that its end was near.
The man raised his chin and started chatting with it as if they were old friends.
"Tailing Pavilion is an important place for the immortal sect. Although none of its disciples are experts in killing evil spirits, their cultivation is there. Even if you attack them in groups, you may not be able to gain any advantage! Without a great temptation, would you dare to enter Tailing Pavilion?"
The evil spirit knew that it could not escape refinement whether it spoke or not, so it simply kept silent.
The Master of Qianqiu Palace chuckled, and the sword formation suddenly changed, causing the evil spirit to suffer beyond all possibility of pain.
"Palace Master Qianqiu - you are at least a member of the authentic Xuan Sect! If you want to refine it, then give it to me immediately!"
The Qianqiu Palace Master curled his lips and smiled, leaning forward: "Xuanmen Zhengzong? Are you kidding? The Zhengzong you mentioned called me a 'demon' in front of me. A demon must have the demeanor of a demon, otherwise this nickname would be in vain!"
The evil spirit felt as if it were being tortured by thousands of nails all over its body and could no longer endure it.
"I said—I said—Kunwu reshaped Li Chejun's body... I wanted to take his Dan Yuan while Li Chejun was still ignorant... But I didn't expect Yang Cang to leave the sword in his body... The evil spirits were not allowed to get close..."
The expression of the Lord of Qianqiu Palace turned stern, and there was a chill in his eyes.
"You dare to have ideas about Li Chejun? Tell me - besides you, who else knows that Li Chejun has rebuilt his body?"
"I don't know! I don't know! Please refine me quickly! Refine me!"
"How did you know about Li Chejun? Tell me!"
The master of Qianqiu Palace turned his wrist slightly, and the sword formation that locked the evil spirit changed again, and strands of spiritual energy split the evil spirit's body.
"Ah - let me go! I'll tell you! I'll tell you! It was... the Demon Lord Lu Li who sent me here..."
Palace Master Qianqiu closed his eyes and frowned.
In an instant, the evil spirit was refined, and the Lord of Qianqiu Palace stood up, rushed into Tailing Pavilion on his sword, passed through layers of empty space, and entered the center of Tailing Pavilion.
At this time, Lu Xiaochan was holding Chang Yan's ribs in his hands, his mind still tense and he dared not relax, for fear that the evil spirit would return.
The Master of Qianqiu Palace came against the wind, and the moment he saw Lu Xiaochan, his pupils trembled, and he fell in front of him and sheathed his sword.
Lu Xiaochan was on high alert. He thought that the evil spirit had returned, but he saw that the Master of Qianqiu Palace in front of him was surrounded by spiritual light flowing like a waterfall, lingering around and making it impossible to take your eyes off.
"You... who are you?" Lu Xiaochan asked.
The other party stared at Lu Xiaochan, with complete disbelief in his eyes.
After a long while, the other party finally spoke: "My name is Mo Qianqiu, and I am the master of Qianqiu Palace under the sky in Dongxu Realm. May I know your immortal name?"
His voice is chic and elegant, with a hint of laziness, like aged wine.
"I don't have a fairy name..."
"So does the little fairy boy have a name?"
Mo Qianqiu looked at Lu Xiaochan, as if he couldn't see him clearly, but there was no malice in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of joy of reunion after a long separation.
"My name is Lu Xiaochan."
Mo Qianqiu closed his eyes and exhaled gently. His gaze fell from Lu Xiaochan's face to his hands.
"I didn't expect Chang Yan to choose you."
"What's the meaning?"
Mo Qianqiu smiled calmly, came to Lu Xiaochan, gently lifted up the rib, and said with a smile: "Little fairy boy, congratulations, you now have your own fairy sword."
Lu Xiaochan was stunned and lowered her head: "What? Immortal Sword?"
Mo Qianqiu tilted his head and smiled: "Not everyone can get a fairy sword made of the spirit bones of ancient spirit beasts. Fairy boy, you have a great affinity with the immortals. But spirit bones are rare, and it is not easy to make it work."
Lu Xiaochan was pleasantly surprised. He had his own sword
And it’s the rib of an ancient spiritual beast!
He touched it carefully, hoping that Shu Wuxi would come back soon and tell him the good news.
"Thank you, Palace Master." Lu Xiaochan laughed.
Mo Qianqiu paused, lowered his eyes and said softly: "You are not the same as you were a thousand years ago."
"What?" Lu Xiaochan took a step forward, wanting to hear clearly what Mo Qianqiu said.
At this time, Kunwu rushed back on his ray and saw the devastation as he stepped into Tailing Pavilion.
He was terrified and shouted Lu Xiaochan's name.
"Xiaochan! Lu Xiaochan—"
"Here I am! Old liar! Here I am!"
Kunwu came over when he heard the sound. He paused when he saw Mo Qianqiu, and then saw that Lu Xiaochan was safe and sound, so he knocked on his head.
"Little thing! What are you yelling for in front of the guests?"
Who is the old liar!
“I’m calling you!” Lu Xiaochan, who had survived the catastrophe, was both happy and angry when she saw Kunwu. “Where have you been? I almost had my elixir taken away by an evil spirit!”
"I... I was tricked! I realized I was tricked when I arrived at Luoshui Gorge, and I immediately rushed back. I'm glad you're okay! I'm glad you're okay!"
Kunwu turned around and bowed to Mo Qianqiu to express his gratitude: "Thank you, Palace Master Qianqiu, for saving me! Kunwu will remember this in my heart. If I..."
Mo Qianqiu raised his hand and chuckled, "You are joking, Medical Master. It was this fairy boy who subdued the evil spirit. I just took advantage of it and refined it."
"Even so, the Palace Master's kindness in saving me will be remembered by Kunwu in his heart."
Mo Qianqiu approached Kunwu and whispered, "Kunwu, the Demon City already knows that Li Chejun is back. There is Primal Chaos Fire hidden in his Dan Yuan, and the Demon City will definitely be eyeing his Dan Yuan covetously."
Kunwu raised his head and looked at Mo Qianqiu.
"What are you looking at? Once a teacher, always a teacher. Although I, Mo Qianqiu, cannot compare to those fake Xuanmen orthodox ones, my master also taught me to follow my heart."
Mo Qianqiu turned his head and glanced at Lu Xiaochan.
"Palace Master, you are joking. Back then... back then, Xiao Chan was just a child and won a bet with you. He jokingly asked you to call him 'Master'. How can you take it seriously?"
"Why can't I take it seriously? If it weren't for my Master Xiaochan, I would have gone astray long ago, and I wouldn't have achieved my current level of cultivation. Since Chang Yan's rib has identified him, it would be a waste to continue practicing medicine, and it wouldn't be able to resist the desire of the demons for his Dan Yuan. It would be better for me to practice swordsmanship."
"What should we do..." Kunwu looked at Mo Qianqiu eagerly.
"What do you think we should do?" Mo Qianqiu asked back.
Kunwu thought, besides Shu Wuxi, who else would be more suitable to teach Lu Xiaochan
The next moment, Mo Qianqiu curled the corners of his lips, took a step back, and flew away on his sword in a chic manner.
"Everything in the world is a cycle of cause and effect. Let nature take its course and everything will be natural."
Mo Qianqiu's smiling voice faded away.
Kunwu exhaled, and Lu Xiaochan came to Kunwu holding the rib: "Brother... I moved it to protect myself... Why don't you put it back."
Kunwu sighed and shook his head: "This rib is very heavy. No one can lift it except its owner."
"What?"
Lu Xiaochan was confused.
How could he lift it then
Kunwu gently pushed the rib back into Lu Xiaochan's arms: "You keep it. From now on, it is yours."
"You gave me such an important thing? You old liar, are you kidding me or are you out of your mind?"
Lu Xiaochan was suddenly slapped on the forehead by Kunwu.
"You're the one with the broken brain!"
"You dare to hit me?"
"What if I hit you? Ask Shu Wuxi to hit me!" Kunwu looked at the destroyed immortal herbs with great sorrow, "My darling! It's gone again just like that!"
Kunwu began a new round of mourning. Lu Xiaochan stood beside him, holding his ribs, wondering how many days Kunwu would cry.
Mo Qianqiu flew back to Qianqiu Palace on his sword.
The wind blows on my face, and my hair and clothes flutter in the air, interweaving with the ever-changing clouds.
He was still sitting on the magic sword, looking lazy, with his face tilted up, his narrow eyes slightly closed. He turned around and smiled in the direction of Tailing Pavilion.
Qianqiu Palace is located in Dongxu. Ever since the Dongxu Sword Sect was possessed by demons more than a thousand years ago and even brought disaster to the world, all the major sects in Dongxu are unable to hold their heads up, and some small sects have even closed their doors.
There used to be thousands of sects under Dongxu, but now there are only twelve left.
The most famous of them all, and the one that the Sifang Sword Sect fears the most, is the Qianqiu Palace.
It is an underground palace.
It is rumored that this underground palace was built on the chest of the remains of the ancient spiritual beast Yunyuan, and the entire underground palace was wrapped by the ribs of the spiritual beast Yunyuan.
Qianqiu Ruins, where Qianqiu Palace is located, is the burial place of the spiritual beast Yuyuan and his clan.
Therefore, all the successive masters of Qianqiu Palace are also called "Masters of the Yuyuan Mausoleum", and are the keepers of the mausoleum of the ancient spiritual beasts.
Probably because the Dongxu Sword Sect was possessed by a demon, the Qianqiuxu sect of the sect also gained a bit of demonic color, and the spirit beast Yuyuan was also passed down by word of mouth and turned into an ancient ferocious beast, which inexplicably "harmed the people together with the evil spirit Hun Dun".
As for the Lord of Qianqiu Palace who was guarding the mausoleum, he naturally became a big devil.
Mo Qianqiu came to the sky above Qianqiu Ruins. Under him was a whole pure white sea of sand, with undulating sand dunes stretching into the distance under the moonlight.
Mo Qianqiu turned his head and snapped his fingers crisply. The ethereal sound lingered in the moonlight, and the sea of sand suddenly began to flow, like a whirlpool, flowing downwards until an entrance appeared.
Mo Qianqiu flew in on his sword, and fine sand sea cascaded down around him like a waterfall, looking like countless fine star fragments under the moonlight.
A palace door opened and Mo Qianqiu flew in. The original entrance was filled with fine sand, leaving no trace.
"Palace Master, have you found your spirit beast? Why did you come back so soon?" The disciples in the palace saluted him with their fists.
"I didn't find the spirit beast... But it doesn't matter. The days ahead shouldn't be boring."
Mo Qianqiu smiled meaningfully, took the tea offered by his disciple and drank it all in one gulp.
He returned to his bedroom and picked up a box.
The carvings on the box were intricate and complicated. Mo Qianqiu pushed it gently, but the lid was not lifted up but moved to the side.
Inside the box was a crystal clear seed.
Mo Qianqiu supported his chin, fiddled with the seed, and thought of some past events.
One thousand five hundred years ago, Mo Qianqiu was one of the three disciples of the former Qianqiu Palace Master.
Just as the three brothers were about to break through the realm of "entering the power", their master gave each of them a brocade box and told them that the method to break through the realm of "entering the power" was in the box.
The three of them must open their respective boxes, and they can damage the padlock but not the box.
This lock is called "Universal Lock". It is said that there are 360 mechanisms and 720 mysterious formations hidden in the lock head which is only the size of a thumb, with endless variations.
It can be said that one lock, one world.
The three brothers, along with their servants and disciples, were all trying to find a way to open the lock.
Some of them used their true energy to probe into the lock, trying to pry it open, but were blocked by the ingenious mechanism inside. Some borrowed magical weapons to split the lock, and even studied the art of strange mechanisms, but in the end to no avail.
Mo Qianqiu's eldest senior brother entered the lock with his soul, wanting to understand the mechanism, but unexpectedly got trapped in the strange array in the lock. Mo Qianqiu's second senior brother entered the lock with a sword array, but was severely injured by the backlash of the sword array.
He pondered day and night, locked himself in a quiet room, refused to eat or drink, but could not find a way to unlock the "Universal Lock". This feeling of trying every possible means to no avail tortured him and tormented him. The more he persisted, the more painful it was.
Until one day, he heard the sound of various porcelain bottles and earthenware jars colliding outside the quiet room door, like a piece of frost falling into boiling water, and he suddenly woke up.
The author has something to say: Lu Xiaochan: Oh! Brother Wuxi! Our beloved son is here!
Shu Wuxi: Who
Lu Xiaochan: Mo Qianqiu! Our son has a big family and a huge fortune, and even an underground palace!
Shu Wuxi: When did we give birth to him
Lu Xiaochan: Because I can’t have children, I can only treat my apprentice as my son…
Shu Wuxi: Okay, I will pass on my teachings to him and let him stay in Wuyi Realm.
Mo Qianqiu: Have you ever asked me if I am willing
Fat Melon: Everyone, please be nicer to the Lord of Qianqiu Palace. He is very filial, and... Xiaochan and Shu Wuxi will be able to stay together for a long time in the future because of this filial son, hahahaha
I would like to recommend a novel by sisimo, "Rebirth in the Apocalypse", which is about traveling through the apocalypse with the Sword III system. It is a non-mainstream apocalypse novel, in which a team of three people and two cats fight monsters and level up. If you like it, you can go and have a look!
PC version—, wap version—
Use the app to search for the title "Rebirth of the End of the World"