Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

"It's you again!"

Zhou Yun looked at the huge luck black dragon above his head, and smiled dumbly.

Gently put down the hand holding the Taoist robe, and the Taoist robe slipped down like a piece of paper.

At the same time, there is also the purple sea that is all over the sky.

The emotions in Zhou Yun's eyes gradually subsided, as if they disappeared out of thin air.

When Zhou Yun raised his head, a look of indifference like a god on high appeared on his face.

"Your Majesty!"

The word "lightly" is like the manifestation of Tianwei.

Zihai churned, Zhou Yun put one hand behind his back.

Looking at the purple sea, the black dragon's huge eyes suddenly trembled, as if under all kinds of pressure, his body couldn't help twisting.

"Ow!"

The desolate roar blasted the entire cave, as if it was about to lift the entire mountain.

But in front of Zhou Yun, the roar of the black dragon gradually became weaker, and finally exploded with a bang.

"The remnant dragon of luck that has lost the power of heaven, a dead thing, was condensed by something unknown, but it ran wild in front of me and went crazy."

Zhou Yun took a step forward, and Zihai churned.

"Wong..."

It pressed down hard on the door like the sky was falling.

As Zhou Yun walked into the treasure house step by step, the boundless evil spirit was completely torn apart by the purple energy.

Wait until Zhou Yun reaches the depths of the treasure house.

At this time, in the entire treasure house, there is a piece of purple awns, like a fairyland in the sky.

Only in that corner, there is a small black area.

Standing in the area was a figure full of evil spirits, with his hands behind his back, and the clothes on his body had long since decayed.

Apart from him, the only shelter in the black mist area is the Clothes Tomb.

When Zhou Yun approached step by step, the figure slowly turned around.

It was a lime-textured face, but one could see the face it once had.

"Whoa!"

The entire treasure house was shaken, and the top of the head exploded, as if something fell down.

Zhou Yun looked at the falling thing with indifferent eyes.

It was that round of blood moon, but at this time the blood moon had already expanded when it fell, revealing its true colors.

A bloody long knife with a strange shape.

"Gumon machete."

Looking at the scimitar, Zhou Yun seemed to vaguely see the endless mountains and seas of corpses.

"I'd like to talk about what is the reason for awakening this Qingshi's luck. Your status is noble but it should not be enough. Now it seems that it is this knife." A flash of realization flashed in Zhou Yun's eyes.

Destiny comes, not just people, anything can carry it, this one looks like the scimitar that witnessed the birth of the Qing Dynasty.

Not surprisingly, it belongs to a device of luck.

"Using this knife as a medium, it makes sense." Zhou Yun's eyes were calm and terrifying.

The figure was the dragon corpse, and the scarlet eyes looked at Zhou Yun.

There was a fleeting complexion in the look in those eyes, and he walked over one step at a time and held the scimitar.

The crimson mist covered the whole body of the dragon corpse, completely turning the black mist all over the dragon corpse into a steaming red light.

The dragon corpse let out a low growl, and when it stepped on the ground, it shook the ground around it and opened countless cracks.

The scimitar was raised high.

In an instant, endless warriors seemed to be reflected behind the dragon corpse. The angry horses roared, and countless warriors burst into the sky with murderous aura! .

"Roar!"

The dragon corpse roared angrily, and rushed towards Zhou Yun with countless soldiers behind it.

Zhou Yun stood in midair, with the purple sea churning behind him.

"Edict!" Pointed out.

The Purple Sea churned violently, like the water of the Milky Way flowing backwards, and violent magic power swept out at this moment.

"Shhhhhhhhhh..."

A streak of purple light flashed out, like a bird chirping.

Numerous purple talismans were transformed, churning together, forming a torrent in the air.

Then it fell and collided with the countless fighters.

"Boom boom boom!"

The dull sound exploded throughout the cave.

The dragon corpse held up the scimitar, and the scimitar was shining with a penetrating red light.

But under the purple talisman pouring down like the water of the Milky Way, the dragon corpse couldn't advance an inch, and even the countless warriors behind it were gradually wiped out.

"Roar!"

Long Shi roared violently, as if he knew he couldn't fight Zhou Yun head-on.

One dodged to the side, and the light on the scimitar also dimmed.

Without the blessing of the scimitar, those fighters simply dissipated.

The purple talisman was still like a torrent, pouring down and hitting the ground.

On one side, after the dragon corpse rolled on the ground and escaped from the attacking range of the purple talisman, it jumped into the sky with a kick, and rushed towards Zhou Yun's face.

In mid-air, Zihai was still churning quietly, and Zhou Yun's eyes were high and indifferent.

Until the dragon corpse appeared in front of him for a moment, Zhou Yun's eyes did not change at all.

"Roar!"

As the dragon corpse roared, it raised the scimitar in its hand, and at this moment, the scimitar also burst into unprecedented blood.

A knife directly slashed at Zhou Yun's head.

Zhou Yun looked at the oncoming scimitar, his eyes froze for the first time.

But it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When the scimitar landed on Zhou Yun's body, the blade stayed three inches away from Zhou Yun.

A golden light spread from Zhou Yun's body, blocking the scimitar.

Looking at the golden light that suddenly appeared, the dragon corpse had a trace of suspicion in its scarlet eyes, and roared angrily when it reacted.

It seemed that he was trying his best to explode that layer of golden light.

But no matter how hard the dragon corpse tried, that layer of golden light seemed invincible, and it was still expanding outward inch by inch.

"Roar!"

The dragon corpse roared crazily, and at the same time his eyes saw Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun raised his hand slowly.

The inexplicably red eyes of the dragon corpse shrank, but it still hasn't reacted.

"Wong..."

Such as the roar of a giant mountain, the shaking of the sky and the earth.

A golden light with a majestic aura like a mountain expanded tens of meters in the blink of an eye.

Like a fly, the dragon corpse was directly knocked out by the golden light and landed in the deepest part of the cave.

Above the air.

Zhou Yun shook his hand, and the surrounding golden light dimmed somewhat, but the terrifying aura did not weaken at all.

"That's it?"

"Besides watching the play, it's a pity that I have been looking forward to it for so long!"

There was a trace of regret in Zhou Yun's tone.

I thought this dragon corpse would give me a little excitement, but I didn't expect it to be still vulnerable.

In the distance, the dragon corpse fell to the ground and immediately struggled to get up.

But when he got up, the surrounding golden light seemed to put him under the scorching sun.

The dragon corpse couldn't help but let out a howl, and his legs trembled, and he fell to his knees directly on the ground.

Zhou Yun was walking leisurely in the courtyard step by step from above the sky.

On the ground, the dragon corpse roared, and a pair of eyes were staring at the tomb with strange attention.

Zhou Yun, who was walking, noticed the gaze of the dragon corpse.

Stopping in mid-air, Zhou Yun looked into the eyes of the dragon corpse, and saw a deep reluctance in his bloodshot eyes.

Looking at the tomb of clothes, it was like looking at his true love.

Such a look emerged from the eyes of the dragon corpse, which had been dead for decades.

Zhou Yun couldn't help being a little puzzled, and sat cross-legged in mid-air with his head down.

Traveling through six years, Taoism deepens day by day.

Zhou Yun always felt as if he had forgotten something, but actually recalled it carefully many times, and he didn't forget anything.

But inexplicably, Zhou Yun always felt empty in his heart.

Even this world is not of much interest to Zhou Yun.

Cultivate the Tao and empty your mind.

Zhou Yun suddenly realized that he raised his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But the dragon corpse stared at the Yiguanzhong, his gaze never changed, but his body stood up little by little.

"Ok?"

Zhou Yun also saw the movement of the dragon corpse.

But this time, Zhou Yun didn't directly mobilize Ziqi, nor did he use the Golden Light Curse to suppress him.

Because there is a different look in the eyes of the dragon corpse at this time, resolutely!
Looking at the eyes of the dragon corpse, Zhou Yun landed on the ground, shaking his Taoist robe, with a trace of peace in his eyes.

It seemed to be waiting for the dragon corpse to make a move.

The dragon corpse struggled to get up, and his eyes slowly recovered light from the tomb of clothes.

When looking at Zhou Yun again, endless black mist spewed out from the eyes of the dragon corpse, and all of them rushed towards the scimitar.

The scimitar swallowed all the black mist, and then fed back a terrifying force that poured into the dragon corpse.

"Roar!"

Cracks appeared on the decayed body of the dragon corpse, but the aura on his body was dozens of times stronger than before.