Haibo was calm, but Jing Yue's heart was not very calm.
- Jiji isn't here? According to what he knew about Lan Feng, Lan Feng should have been waiting here these days, waiting to be a looker, crying and acting like a baby when he saw him.
But this is Haotian Realm, Jing Yue closed his eyes and sensed it, and couldn't help laughing.
So in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot and appeared under Feihua Mountain.
At this time, in Xiaohan Yunzong, Lan Feng was lying on the bed turning over a stack of papers, a plate of melon seeds and a cup of spiritual tea on the small table beside the bed.
It looks devoted, a pair of beans without blinking, occasionally pecking a melon seed from the plate to eat, or drinking a sip of spirit tea, it feels good.
After a while, Lan Feng folded the paper, and in the center of the first page, there was a line of large characters written with a brush - "The Overbearing Dao Ancestor Imprisoned Love: Jing Yuan's Sky-High Pet", and there were even bigger characters below - the author : Blue Jiji.
The handwriting was crooked, like a dog chewing, but it was barely recognizable.
Lan Feng sighed faintly, turned over like a dead fish, pillowed on the soft quilt, recalled the plot of the book, and silently shed phoenix tears.
Yes, of course, "Little Pet with a High Price" was made by Lan Feng. It has been almost three years since it was captured in Feihua Mountain. During this period, I tried to escape countless times, but they were all tied back. Later, the Long family brothers saw that it was making a lot of trouble, and they simply sent a few disciples to accompany it to guard the Shimen in the Inner Sea.
One day, a gust of wind and waves suddenly erupted in the Inner Sea, and a bolt of lightning struck down, as if it was also in Lanfeng's mind. In an instant, his inspiration surged, his thoughts were like a tide, and he immediately decided that he wanted to write a masterpiece and let it be. The story with Jingjing is passed down through the ages!
So, Lan Feng took the initiative to apply to go back to Feihua Mountain, and locked himself in Jingjing's room for seven or eight months. Today, he finally completed his masterpiece!
Lan Feng was caught in the plot that he had arranged and couldn't extricate himself. Suddenly, its little head turned, and then it jumped up, flapping its wings and flying out!
Jingyue walked leisurely on the mountain road, and the sights were all familiar, which awakened his memories of the past. In my memory there is him, Jiji, and Qin Yanzhi at that time.
"Chirp~"
Hearing a rooster croak, Lan Feng suddenly slammed into his arms.
"Jingjing! Jingjing Jingjing! You're finally here to pick up Jiji! Jiji misses you so much, I miss you all the time!"
Seeing that Lanfeng was still fat, Jingyue teased her when she knew that she was doing well, "It's said that longing is getting sick, and the more you think about it, the thinner you are, why are you still fat?"
Lan Feng froze: "No! Jiji is not fat, Jiji has a little more hair!"
Jingyue: "..."
Lan Feng had something in her heart, and she didn't want to make a swearing swearing swearing swearing swearing swearing oath, and said, "Jingjing! Jiji has a gift for you!"
"Oh?"
"Come with Jiji!"
One person and one phoenix quickly returned to the sect, which of course attracted exclamations. The disciples wept with joy, ran to tell each other, and surrounded Jingyue to the main hall.
Today, Xiaohan Yunzong, as the largest sect in the Clear Sky Realm, has as many as 40,000 to 50,000 disciples, and many of them have never seen the sect master at all, and they are even more excited at this time.
Although Lan Feng felt a little proud, but it still wanted to show Jingjing a present, so its paws hooked on Jingyue's broad sleeves and pulled forward vigorously, trying to pull Jingjing away.
Jingyue knew its intentions, but deliberately ignored it, and still patiently greeted everyone.
When he learned that many of the disciples in the sect had already established foundations, and he was satisfied, he said to the rotating disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect, "In the future, if there are outstanding disciples in the Little Cold Cloud Sect, you can bring them back to the main sect. "
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Gui Sheng and Song Xiaobao, who had the highest cultivation level, flashed with scorching fire. They were already in the middle of the foundation establishment. . Now they all know about the Qifang Realm. Although there is no Haotian Realm there, there are many dangers, but obviously the opportunity is greater.
Jing Yue encouraged everyone and asked, "Where's Elder Tian Luo?"
Gui Sheng: "Go back to the head, since Elder Tian Luo communicated with the real person Wu Chen, he felt that he had a breakthrough opportunity. Now he has been in seclusion for 40 years."
Jing Yue calculated in his heart and figured out that Taoist Tianluo was about to enter the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir and extend his life by another three hundred years, and said happily, "You are very good."
At this time, Song Xiaobao suddenly asked, "Why didn't Shishu come back? Is he okay?"
Jing Yue smiled and said softly, "He's fine too."
Until the sun turned to the west, the disciples in the main hall finally dispersed, and Lan Feng had already withered into a dried flower, and had long lost the excitement of the day.
Jing Yue was amused and asked it, "Aren't you going to give me a present?"
"I'll give it away!" Lan Feng immediately hugged Jing Yue's neck and asked Jing Jing to take him back to the house.
When Lan Feng presented the manuscript that he had exhausted, Jing Yue only felt a dull pain in his head. Facing Lan Feng's expectant gaze, he reluctantly flipped through a few pages.
Honestly, the plot is twisty, the emotions are plentiful, and the words are refined, but...
"What is it that my eyes are so hot that I want to devour you alive?"
"Why do I build a golden cage for you to imprison you forever?"
"And what is the substitute Ji?"
In just a few pages, full of flaws, Jing Yue didn't want to say more.
Lan Fengzhen said, "It's all the sublimation of drama, Jingjing, don't you feel heartache for Jiji's abusive body and heart?"
Jingyue: "I feel a headache."
After that, he directly caught Jiji and threw it into Xumi Jie, left Feihua Mountain in a blink of an eye, and sent it back to Qifang Realm through Shimen.
Lan Feng sat in the Sumerian ring and said, "You said that Jiji was not imprisoned, hum!"
But Jingyue ignored it. Seeing Qin Yanzhi still waiting in the cold water, he apologized, "I'm sorry for the delay."
Qin Yanzhi smiled and took the lead to go upstream. Now that the altar has collapsed and there is no space, the demon lake can naturally lead directly to the foggy forest.
When the two went ashore, they thought that someone would be here, but they didn't see a single person on the shore, they looked at each other suspiciously, Jingyue said, "Could it be that we stayed too long, it has been three years in the Haotian Realm. , the speed of the seven directions is different, and I don’t know how much time has passed.”
Qin Yanzhi: "Although the flow rate is different, the Haotian Realm as a whole is faster than the Qifang Realm. It is impossible for them to give up the search in such a short time."
Jing Yue frowned, "Could it be that something happened?"
He remembered the strange behavior of the demon cultivator in the black wood forest, and felt uneasy, "Go, go back quickly."
As soon as the two left the Blackwood Forest, they immediately received a distress signal from Sifang Camp. Of course, the signal was not aimed at them, but could be received by all the monks in the foggy forest. Obviously, something had happened.
Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi left separately and hurried to the positions guarded by their respective sects.
Before reaching the foot of Dingyao Mountain, Jingyue had heard the sound of fighting, and he was even more anxious. On the way, he not only did not see anyone, but also did not see a single demon. Could it be that the human race and the demon race were fighting
Unfortunate expectations often come true. As soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, Jingyue saw dense monsters gathered here, fighting with the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect.
A crocodile demon kicked a young disciple away, and that disciple was none other than Fang Jiaxuan, who was on the same team as Gu Xia.
Hearing a "click", Fang Jiaxuan's spine was broken, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up, but his eyes were still full of anger, and he controlled the flying sword to slash at the crocodile demon!
The crocodile monster was in pain, but it was not hurt. It opened its huge mouth and bit Fang Jiaxuan.
Fang Jiaxuan couldn't dodge in time, so he could only stretch out his hand to block it. Seeing that one arm was about to be destroyed, suddenly, the crocodile monster fell to the ground with an ice thorn on its head, and was out of breath.
"Ancestor!"
When Fang Jiaxuan saw it was Jing Yue, tears flowed violently. Even a man could feel extremely sad.
"Old Ancestor! Ghost Fuzong and Yaozu joined forces to kill my righteous fellow. Now the camp will be destroyed, and the real people Hongli and Yanqi have died in battle!"
"What?!!" Jing Yue was shocked. Although he guessed that something big happened in the camp, he never expected that the Demon Dao would dare to join forces with the demon clan, and the Cold Cloud Sect had already killed two Jindan real people, thousands of people. Over the years, they have never suffered such a big loss!
Another disciple nearby said sadly: "The demon clan has come to a demon king, and the Guifu Sect has sent two Zifu. Now three days have passed, I am afraid that Elder Wu Chen can't hold it anymore!"
Jing Yue's heart was full of anger, and he almost burst out - how dare Gui Fuzong? !
It should be noted that the human race is integrated with the atmosphere, so in the fight against the demon clan, the righteous and the devil will join forces, and cooperating with the demon clan is tantamount to self-destruction. Is the devil dying
Jing Yue looked at the corpses all over the ground, including monsters, and disciples in the sect.
Feixue gathered around him, the frost spread under his feet, Jingyue raised his hand, bursting spiritual power spurted out, instantly freezing ten miles in a radius, and countless hailstones the size of rocks slammed into the monster beast.
Most of the monsters here are little monsters, and they couldn't resist the blow of the golden core. They fled wildly, but they saw countless ice arrows shot from all directions!
For a time, the monsters were screaming in terror, and the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect took the time to harvest their lives, but Jingyue released Lan Feng, "Jiji, you stay here to heal my sect disciple, I have to rush back to the camp. !"
Lan Feng, who was still in a daze, looked at the hellish scene in front of him, and was completely stunned, but after listening to Jingjing's words, he still nodded reluctantly.
Although it doesn't want to be separated from Jingjing at all, it knows what Jingjing needs most at the moment.
Jing Yue returned to the camp in an instant. Compared with the foot of the mountain, the camp was even more bloody, with stumps and viscera and dead bodies everywhere, many of whom were familiar.
There are fewer monsters in the camp, but they are stronger, and the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect are struggling to cope.
When a disciple saw Jing Yue, he was surprised that the ancestor was still alive, but when he thought of the situation at this moment, he felt sad again.
Jing Yue asked directly, "Where's Wu Chen?"
"Elder Wu Chen is blocking the Demon King and the two Zifu Demon Cultivators at the back of the camp. He has a Linglong Treasure Umbrella in his hand, and he can still hold it for the time being, but I'm afraid..."
- Linglong Treasure Umbrella, the magic weapon used in the period of Liufeng returning to the virtual world, can generate a ban to block the virtual returning blow. She specially handed it to Wu Chen before this departure, so she was afraid of any accident.
But who could have guessed that the accident was far beyond everyone's imagination.
With this umbrella, Wu Chen was able to support him for three days under the attack of a demon king and two Zifu, but he also knew that Wu Chen was approaching the limit.
Jingyue's face was sinking like water, he pulled out his small Canglan sword and fought all the way, killing countless monsters, and he came to the back of the camp in a short time.
In front of him, a sky-blue bamboo umbrella was floating in the air. The bamboo umbrella was huge, about four or five feet wide when opened, and golden light hung down from the edge of the umbrella, forming a translucent barrier that enveloped hundreds of Frost Cloud Sect disciples.
Wu Chen sat cross-legged at the front and urged the Linglong Treasure Umbrella, while the other disciples cast spells and attacked a demon king and two demon cultivators outside the barrier.
But the one with the highest cultivation base here is Wu Chen. The attack of the others is not painful to the enemy. While they are easily avoiding, they still have time to provocatively say: "Wu Chen, Wu Chen, we didn't want to do it now. It's just that you are unlucky, and you have uncovered our secrets, since that's the case, we have to start first."
It turned out that after Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi disappeared, the cultivators of the right way waited for no one to be seen, and Wu Chen asked Gui Fuzong to blame. Wei Jianghan, the leader of Guifuzong, refused to admit it, only saying that it was a few demon cultivators who acted in private and most of them wanted to rob them. Treasure, I paid a great gift again, and my attitude was very obedient.
Wu Chen had no evidence, nor could he assert that it was the Gui Fuzong's instigation, so he had to reveal it temporarily.
But he didn't believe Wei Jianghan's rhetoric, so he secretly made people stare. Not long ago, he found out that Guifuzong is connected with the demon clan!
Under Wu Chen's horror, he did not choose to dismantle the matter on the spot, but secretly contacted other members of the righteous path, planning to encircle and suppress the ghost Fuzong. Unexpectedly, the news was leaked, and Ghost Fuzong and Yaozu launched an attack in advance, which led to today's dilemma.
Seeing that Wu Chen didn't pay attention to them, a demon cultivator said again: "Today, the righteous path suffered this disaster, it was all yours, Wu Chen. If they have any grievances, they will naturally come to you. How will you achieve the Dao in the future? Why don't you invest in my ghost sect, cut off the cause and effect of the past, and cultivate sorcery to prove the Dao."
Another demon cultivator said: "Well said! As long as you surrender now, I promise to keep you alive, otherwise, the Linglong Treasure Umbrella will eventually have its limit, and then you will all die!"
The demon king also took the opportunity to say: "Yes, your little ancestor has died, who can benefit the Cold Cloud Sect? It can be seen that the real favor of heaven is us."
"Bah!" Zheng Bai under the umbrella scolded: "The ancestor's soul lamp has not been extinguished, and he will return sooner or later, and he will definitely avenge us!"
Suddenly, Wu Chen spit out a mouthful of blood, the blood mist filled the air, the demon king saw the opportunity to hit the bamboo umbrella, and the protection was about to be broken, but a gourd flew out diagonally behind, blocking his attack.
"Ancestor Jing!" Everyone exclaimed when they saw that it was Jing Yue, and even Wu Chen was distracted.
Jing Yue took the opportunity to transmit a voice to Wu Chen, "Take the disciples away."
There were many fellow students in the field, and he couldn't take them into the Clear Sky Realm one by one. Once the limit of the law was exceeded, the Clear Sky Realm would also face collapse.
Wu Chen: "But Patriarch, you—"
Jing Yue: "Go quickly, this is an order!"
Wu Chen's expression froze, hiding the pain in his eyes, and replied, "Yes!"
So Wu Chen and several Jindan real people simultaneously used the universe in their sleeves and fled backwards with a group of disciples. The Demon King and the Demon Xiu didn't care about them. When they saw Jingyue, they were like hungry wolves seeing their prey. They changed their targets and attacked him together!
However, the gourd that Jingyue sacrificed was not an extraordinary thing, but was made by Yiye. Before leaving this time, Wei Tianli told him Yiye's explanation before the retreat, saying that he couldn't be the master's golden-fingered grandfather, but he also wanted to be a teacher. Zun offered his heart, so he specially prepared a treasure for the master.
The gourd is called Beiming Gourd. It is not only defensive, but also extremely powerful in attacking.
I saw that the gourd was getting bigger and bigger, the size of a boat, and it was blocked in front of Jing Yue. Even if it suffered several attacks, it was still indestructible.
The three monsters knew that the gourd was not easy to deal with, and they all secretly spurned the shameless of the Cold Cloud Sect, one after another.
Since Jing Yue can't be moved for the time being, he simply catches up with Wu Chen and the others who escaped, and kills them first!
The gourd seemed to know their intentions, which way they turned, the gourd also blocked the front.
Several people were too angry and decided to split up—two demon cultivators chased Wu Chen away, leaving the demon king to guard Jing Yue.
Jing Yue knew that the opportunity had come, and Wu Chen's exquisite umbrella could stop him for a while. As long as he could kill the demon king quickly, Han Yunzong would have a chance to fight back!
So, he squeezed his dantian's spiritual power with all his might, grabbed the small Canglan sword and slashed with force, and the sword energy went straight to the demon king.
The demon king didn't care, but when the sword qi was in front of him, it seemed to be squeezed by thousands of mountains and mountains. His bones made a "click" sound due to this gravity, as if they were about to break. Kung Fu!
He released the domain in shock and anger. Thousands of monsters in the domain collided with the heavy sword energy, and they were all torn to pieces, but they also successfully blocked the sword energy.
The demon king took the opportunity to retreat. He judged that his domain could not surpass the huge gourd in front of him. In addition, he would continue to support the domain and would quickly consume the demon power. As he was about to close the domain, he felt that the vast spiritual power was sweeping the sky and covering the sky!
As soon as he looked up, he saw that the stopper at the mouth of the gourd had disappeared for some time, and the salty sea water poured out. The water in the gourd is endless, as if to accommodate hundreds of rivers. When the water comes, there are storms, thunder and lightning, and the monsters in the demon king's realm are submerged one after another.
The demon king was hit by this blow, and he felt pain in his chest and abdomen, and bleeding from his ears, nose, and mouth.
But at this time, the sea came again, overwhelming the trees, rolling up sand, gravel and mud, swallowing everything wherever it went. In a blink of an eye, the camp has become a swamp country!
The demon king hurriedly transformed into its original form, a giant wolf with a high mountain. Its eyes were red, and its white teeth flashed with cold light. It was trying to use its solid body to resist the impact of the sea. But the water was so violent that all the rocks and stones in the water hit it, almost knocking it down. The demon king roared up to the sky, a full moon rose behind him, its bones swelled rapidly, its body became larger, and it finally stood firmly in the wild waves!
Just when it was about to sacrifice its natal magic weapon, suddenly, the sea water quickly froze, an extremely strong chill came, and the shattered ice spread up from its limbs, imprisoning its struggle.
The demon king forced out his powerful demon power and tried to break through the ice, but at the moment it broke free, the gourd that was parked in mid-air suddenly cracked. The demon king looked at it subconsciously, but there was nothing in the gourd. Cracked.
It was too late to be happy, and suddenly felt that the consciousness was severely injured, and the body froze. Immediately, a sharp pain came from the back, and the sharp weapon was stabbed into its flesh and blood, from the head to the tail, making a nauseating rubbing sound.
There was another loud noise, and it saw the other half of its body.
Demon King, suddenly.
In midair, Jing Yue looked at the corpse of the Demon King split in half in the water, and let out a sigh of relief.
At this time, his golden core swayed slightly. Just now, he used the Zifu move in the Canglan swordsmanship - Qianshan Muxue, and used all the spiritual power in his body to activate the treasure to display the most extreme treasure. The attack released the collision of spiritual consciousness that the body could not bear. In this way, although he did not see any trauma, the viscera and meridians left great hidden dangers.
But he couldn't stop, there were still two Zifu Demon Cultivators!
No, maybe the other party will have reinforcements coming, this is the foggy forest!
His figure flashed and he chased in Wu Chen's direction.
On the other side, Qin Yanzhi shrank to the ground and quickly rushed back to the southern camp guarded by Wan Ming Sword Sect, just in time to bump into Wei Jianghan, the leader of the Ghost Fu Sect.
Wei Jianghan used the domain to trap all the disciples of Wanming Sword Sect, including a sword cultivator from the Zifu period. Although the disciples of Wanming Sword Sect were obviously at a disadvantage, the sword cultivators never forged ahead. Go, their courage and the sword in their hands are the way!
All the disciples only attacked, not defended, they kept attacking! Attack again!
Thousands of streams of light keep shooting at Wei Jianghan, who is in the center of the domain, but he is often dismissed by him lightly. Even so, the sword cultivators still aim at the same goal, tirelessly offering swords that are connected to their souls!
Wei Jianghan jokingly said: "Now the righteous alliance in the west has been wiped out by my ghost Fuzong; Sanjie Temple is suppressed by two demon kings, and they feel that they can't protect themselves; Hanyunzong has only one Zifu in charge, and it is even more vulnerable. The only dreaded Qin Yanzhi in Wan Ming Jianzong has disappeared, and you are not my opponent at all, so why bother?"
No one made a sound, but what answered him was a shocking sword shot from behind!
"what-"
Wei Jianghan let out a scream, only to feel the pain in his dantian. He lowered his head subconsciously, and saw a big hole in his lower abdomen, blood spurting out, and his intestines had slipped out of the body...
The strength of his body was rapidly draining, and Wei Jianghan raised his eyes in disbelief. At that moment, a cold silver light flashed across his eyes, as dazzling as the scorching sun, instantly burning his eyes. After that, he couldn't see anything.
"Bang!"
Wei Jianghan fell to the ground, his entire head was cut open from where his eyes were, and his milky white brain splattered all over the floor.
"Qin Zhenjun!"
The disciples who were still alive in the camp were all excited, but the situation that they thought they were going to die was turned around in one breath. The rescuer was Qin Zhenjun, who had disappeared for a full year.
They are not afraid of death, but who wants to die
But the excitement was only a few breaths, and everyone remembered the crisis they were facing at this time, and they all fell silent.
Although Zifu Jianxiu was curious about where Qin Zhenjun went before, but it was inconvenient to ask more at this time, so he stepped forward and said: "Zhenjun, now the situation is critical, Ghost Fuzong has joined hands with the demon clan to kill all my fellow members! "
Qin Yan's eyes were gloomy, and he grabbed the Zifu Jianxiu and directly raised his sword, flying towards the direction of Han Yunzong!
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Jiji walked to the podium with a pointer and glasses.
Class is on! Class is on! Please open the sky-high price, no! On the first page of "Sword Soul Little Knowledge", Teacher Lan summarizes for you...
1. Sword Soul can be transformed into various forms.
2. However, the first mimesis is generally based on the owner's or the owner's preferences as a template, and the personality is based on what you like.
3. Sword Souls generally do not change their appearance for no reason. They all regard themselves as people, and people will not change their faces for nothing.
Jiji: So do you understand the point
Student: No-clear-white!
Jiji: Is there anything you don't understand? Too much drama!