The Salted Fish Invading the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 135 Zhu Xian (final)

at night,

Pan Yueming walked slowly, sweeping across the mummy in the village, with crazy hatred in his eyes,
He gently turned the mummy, looked at the wound on it, and frowned suspiciously;
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and he raised his head vigilantly, only to see Liu Feifei standing not far away;

I haven't seen her in ten years. Liu Feifei is no longer the face of a puppet. Although she is still cold, when she sees Pan Yueming, the cautiousness on her face disappears in an instant, but the lines between her brows become lively...

Pan Yueming hesitated for a moment before explaining, "I didn't kill people."

Liu Feifei nodded: "I know."

But she couldn't bear to take her eyes away from him for a moment, for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye, but her eyes became more and more gentle...

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The two walked slowly on the path, chatting wordlessly about their respective experiences in the past ten years, and their figures became closer and closer to each other;

Suddenly, Pan Yueming talked about Wan Jing's death, and suspected that with Shuiyue's strength, it was impossible to hold back the sword and killed Wan Jing on purpose;

Liu Feifei was silent for a while, then nodded with difficulty, admitting that her master killed Wan Jing on purpose to save Qingyunmen's face.

Pan Yueming's expression became distorted, and he asked Liu Feifei as if he was crazy, in the eyes of you Xiaozhufeng people, is face so important that you can kill an innocent and kind person for this?
In the end, he even drew out his sword and pressed it against Liu Feifei's throat;
Liu Feifei didn't resist at all, just looked at him with guilt;
After a stalemate for a while, Pan Yueming finally couldn't bear to strike, and withdrew his sword fiercely, gave her a disgusted look, turned and left with hatred;
Liu Feifei looked at his back, with an expression of reluctance and worry about gains and losses, then gritted her silver teeth lightly, as if she had made a decision, and followed with firm steps;
On the way, no matter how hard Pan Yueming spoke, Liu Feifei still followed closely;

Pan Yueming was finally furious, and asked her with a sneer, the reason why you have been following me is because you are worried that I, a member of the demon family, will kill innocent people indiscriminately?

Liu Feifei shook her head, was silent for a while and said: "Ten years ago, I watched Baguio leave, but there was nothing I could do;"

"Ten years later, I'm afraid that if I turn around, even you will disappear..."

In tone, full of helplessness;

Looking at Pan Yueming's face, it is full of naked attachment;
Pan Yueming looked at Liu Feifei with a complicated look on her face. After a cold snort, she turned around and said reluctantly, "Then follow closely, don't lose track of me!"

Hearing this, Liu Feifei seemed to have got a child promised by an adult. She trotted for two steps with joy on her face, walked side by side with Pan Yueming, and secretly glanced at him shyly from time to time;
At an angle that she couldn't see, the corners of Pan Yueming's mouth opened up, and the coldness on his face was no longer visible, as if he had turned back into the Zhang Xiaofan he was ten years ago...

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In a village, there are corpses everywhere again,
A black shadow slowly approached the paralyzed villager in front of him, and with a slight push, a stone sword was inserted into his chest, instantly turning him into a mummy;
Suddenly, with a shout of anger, Sun Jian stepped on the Suzaku Star Chart and descended from the sky,

The black shadow turned around, Sun Jian's pupils shrank, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face: "It's you?"

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Pan Yueming, who was walking on the road, saw the fire in the village from a distance, his face changed, and he rushed quickly, followed by Liu Feifei;
A vigilant Pan Yueming searched carefully in the burning village,

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically and he rushed towards him: "Master!?"

I saw Sun Jian sitting against the wall with a black and blue face, and a wound on his chest was strangely entangled by a black air;
Sun Jian opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Pan Yueming, with a hint of master's majesty on his face, and snorted softly: "You're here."

Looking at Pan Yueming, his eyes were full of guilt and pampering.

Pan Yueming was confused and tried his best to inject martial arts into Sun Jian's wound. With tears in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and asked who the murderer was?
When Sun Jian heard this, he looked at the hand on his chest that was trying to save him, and shook his head:

"This injury won't heal as a teacher, you don't need to work hard;"

"In the heart of being a teacher, you have never been expelled from the school, you are still my ineffective disciple Zhang Xiaofan at Big Bamboo Valley;"

"If you still recognize me as your master..."

"Don't avenge me, and don't allow me to avenge you!"

In the tone, full of no doubt.

Pan Yueming looked incomprehensible, and asked why;
Sun Jian didn't answer, but looked up to the sky with pity and guilt in his eyes, and sighed softly:

"So that's how it is. After so many years, I really suffered from him..."

Then he closed his eyes and passed away forever.

Pan Yueming gently touched Sun Jian's body with trembling hands, as if he wanted to wake him up. After several attempts to no avail, he hugged Sun Jian's fat body tightly and cried heartbreakingly...

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A li or two outside the Qingyun Gate, thousands of people gathered in the dark,
In the front, Pan Yueming hugged Sun Jian's body and stood beside Chen Daomin and Lin Tu.

Chen Daomin frowned slightly, and looked at Pan Yueming with questioning eyes;
Like a puppet, Pan Yueming said mechanically, "I will send Master's remains back to the mountain first, and then I will reunite with you."

Then he turned around and stared at the crowd with a murderous look: "We will have a decisive battle with Qingyunmen in a while, but anyone who dares to hurt the lineage of Dazhufeng, I will definitely kill!"

Everyone looked at each other and saw that Chen Daomin hadn't spoken, so they had to bow down to agree;
After Pan Yueming finished speaking, without looking back, she hugged Master's body and walked towards the gate of Qingyun;

Liu Xun, whose face was full of compassion, clasped his hands to Chen Daomin and said: "It is really rare to have a son-in-law who values ​​love and righteousness; the ghost king is blessed..."

There is a lot of emotion in the words;
Chen Daomin glanced at him with a smile that was not a smile: "Tian Buyi is dead, and the rest of Dazhu Peak's lineage are worthless;"

"Chan Master Puhong, there is no need for you to pretend to be a good person now."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Liu Xun's face, but looked at Pan Yueming's heavy back with admiration in his eyes;
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At the gate at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain, several Qingyun disciples stood in front of him with tense and defensive expressions on their faces;
Suddenly, Yang Zhu's voice came from the air: "Let him enter the mountain, and no one can stop him!"

Pan Yueming hesitated for a moment, bowed in one direction and saluted, then walked into the mountain gate...

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Big Bamboo Peak,
Pan Yueming glanced at the familiar bamboo house,

She glanced at Lin Keran, who was dressed in red but was already dressed as a woman, and Qi Hao who was beside her;

Sweeping over the disbelieving brothers;
Finally, his eyes fell on the pale and shaky Liu Yan;
Pan Yueming first carefully handed over Sun Jian's body to his brother,

Then respectfully kowtowed three times towards Liu Yan: "Master, unworthy disciple Zhang Xiaofan, escort the master's immortal skeleton back to the mountain!"

Trembling in the words.

The pale Liu Yan first helped Pan Yueming up and stared at his face carefully: "Xiaofan, you have lost weight. In the past ten years, your master and mistress have missed you."

"Your master and I, as well as your senior brothers and sisters, are all looking forward to your return..."

Pan Yueming couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were slightly red, and he choked up, "Teacher knows..."

After sighing for a while, Liu Yan raised her eyebrows gradually, her eyes were fierce: "Xiaofan, do you know who is the murderer who killed your master?"

Pan Yueming shook his head: "When Xiaofan found his master, he still breathed a sigh of relief. He must have seen the murderer's true colors, but he refused to tell me who it was, and told me not to avenge him."

Liu Yan pondered for a moment, then asked: "What did your master say before he was alive?"

Pan Yueming told Liu Yan the last few words Sun Jian said;
Liu Yan was a little puzzled, and savored carefully: "You are not allowed to take revenge? You also said that you have really suffered him all these years?"

After repeating it several times, she suddenly trembled, as if she remembered something, her face became even paler, and she looked in one direction in disbelief.
There was a miserable smile on the corner of his mouth: "So it is, so it is, no wonder!"

After several struggles, like a deflated balloon, Liu Yan staggered to the side of Sun Jian's body, extremely exhausted,

She first took out the bronze seal of the first seat of Dazhufeng from Sun Jian, and ordered Lin Keran to take over as the next first seat;
After teary-eyed Lin Keran took over the copper seal,

Her eyes were full of memories and affection, she gently smoothed Sun Jian's still frowning brows, and murmured:
"It's good for you. You don't have to worry about these mundane things anymore, and you don't have to worry about me pulling your ears or snatching your teapot."

"But……"

"Qianshan Muxue, why are you willing to leave me alone?"

"Hey, my Dazhufeng lineage has always acted from the heart. Now that Linger and the others have grown up, I can finally be willful..."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly pulled out her long sword, slashed it across her neck, and her body fell on Sun Jian's body, like two mandarin ducks crossing their necks in joy...

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and wept bitterly while hugging the bodies of the two of them;

Under the grief, Pan Yueming knelt down and kowtowed nine more times, and looked up at the direction the teacher was looking at just now, which was the hidden sword peak where Yang Zhu was;
Pan Yueming, who seemed to understand something, couldn't help showing murderous intent in his eyes, and the blood in his pupils became a little thicker...

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Pan Yueming, who was still a little lost, returned to the foot of the mountain,

Chen Daomin frowned and looked at him, then looked at the sky: "It's noon, let's beat the drums and attack the mountain!"

Immediately, hundreds of huge bronze drums with the characteristics of the Shui nationality were lifted out, and the people of the Ghost King Sect beat these bronze drums in a movement that seemed to be a sacrificial witch dance;

As hundreds of sides continuously emitted purple sound waves, countless star maps and script scripts appeared in the huge formation that wrapped the entire Qingyunmen, competing with it, looking from a distance, it seemed to be a transparent basalt;
At this time, a group of monks headed by Liu Xun took action, and saw that under the Buddha's singing, countless murals of Buddha statues were pasted somewhere in the Qingyun formation, and then turned into countless golden Sanskrit characters, printed on it,
After a few rounds of purple sound waves, the formation film printed in Sanskrit shattered like glass, and everyone cheered;
Chen Daomin looked at Pan Yueming, who was still a little unresponsive, and patted his shoulder: "Let's go in first. Come back when you feel better!"

After finishing speaking, for a moment, a swarm of people attacked forward.

Some flew through the sky stepping on water script characters, and some turned into huge strange beasts and rushed on the ground...

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Inside the Qingyun Sect, corpses of various colors were lying everywhere, and the sky and the earth were full of brutal fighting. Almost every second, a disciple of Qingyun or a member of the Ghost King Sect fell to the ground and died;
Pan Yueming looked stern, ignored the fighting around him, and walked straight towards Tibetan Sword Peak;
When passing by the water pool at the competition arena, the water unicorn was blocking the road and trampled to death a disciple of the Ghost King Sect who was spitting blood on the ground. attack;
Pan Yueming looked at the road leading to Hidden Sword Peak behind it, and after a little hesitation, he took two steps forward, his muscles swelled and squirmed, and finally turned into a huge one-legged kui ox to fight with it;
After a fierce fight, the Kui Niu transformed by Pan Yueming was pierced by nine thick water jets and hit the ground. Pan Yueming was also instantly beaten back to his body, fell to the ground, and passed out;
Just as the water unicorn spouted water again and attacked Pan Yueming, a blue and white figure flashed past. Liu Feifei stood in front of Pan Yueming and blocked the blow with the Tianya sword, and she was also seriously injured;

Just when Shui Qilin was furious and wanted to kill the two people in front of him,
After the Buddha's call, Liu Xun appeared, and he instantly pulled the water unicorn into the space of the Buddha Kingdom, and countless light spots began to condense on him,
At this time, thousands of miles away, light spots gushed out from the bodies of countless villagers, like Liu Xun pouring out continuously. After the light spots gushed out, these villagers were overwhelmed and their expressions became incomparably stupid;
After a short while, Liu Xun condensed a half statue of the Buddha, and severely injured the water unicorn with one blow;

Seeing the water unicorn spitting blood and sinking into the pool with hatred and weak eyes, Liu Xu let out a long sigh of relief, turned around, and called Liu Feifei "Nephew" with a compassionate face.

At this time, Master Shuiyue also came to Liu Xun's side, and after calling out his senior brother, he took out a pill and stuffed it into Liu Feifei's mouth. After hesitating for a moment, he stuffed another pill for Pan Yueming;
After a while, Pan Yueming woke up, looked at Liu Xun, and sneered with undisguised hatred on his face;

Liu Xun sighed, first he apologized for the matter of the Soul Eater Orb,

Then tell Pan Yueming that Miaoyin Temple believes that monks are cultivated by mortals, and as the foundation of the world, the human nature of mortals is unpredictable.
It is precisely because of the lust and self-righteousness of mortals that they gradually evolved into various completely different sect concepts in the monk world; all the killings and disputes in the monk world were essentially caused by these self-righteousness;

He worried that as the struggle among powerful monks became more and more fierce, the world would eventually be destroyed;

So after thinking hard for a long time, I finally decided to promote the Little Thousand Buddha Kingdom project, and kill the minds of these ants through methods of control and hypnosis;

He believes that after a thousand years of domestication, these mortals will become completely controllable, and even if one or two [heretics] occasionally appear, they will be picked out by others at the mortal stage and eliminated;

In this way, without those restless mortals as living water, the disputes in the monk world will gradually subside as the number of combative sects decreases, and finally a peace will emerge;
And the reason why he gave Pan Yueming the Soul Devouring Orb at the beginning was that Yang Zhu would take him into his family because of guilt, so that Yang Zhu would assassinate him without precautions;

Because Qingyun Sect is the number one sect in the world, it governs the most people, but they do not interfere with the behavior of these mortals on the grounds of "Tao follows nature", and never force mortals to believe in the peaceful Taoist teachings, allowing them to develop freely ,
While asking nothing for mortals, he still regards himself as a guardian, and Dong provides help to them in the name of saving the common people;
Therefore, among the mortals in Qingyunmen's jurisdiction, there are the most people with [restless] thoughts;
Therefore, they believed that Qingyunmen violated the principle of heaven and earth that "whatever you gain, you must get something out";

This is the most unstable factor in the world, and it is also the biggest obstacle to the peace of the monk world. It is completely bad intentions, and it is even more unacceptable than the Demon Sect headed by the Ghost King Sect...

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After listening to Liu Xun's remarks, Pan Yueming was unmoved and just said contemptuously:
"When I was a mortal, there was a saying in the world,"

"That is [Flourishing Age Buddhism, Troubled Times Taoism];"

"The truth of it, Master Pu Hong himself to understand!"

"The reason why I attacked Qingyunmen was for personal revenge, not for some bullshit world road, and you don't have to give me long-winded words;"

"If I really want to save the common people, the first one I will destroy is your Miaoyin Temple!"

"Hmph! What kind of people are worth talking about for the sake of the common people!?"

After all, he walked towards Hidden Sword Peak without looking back;
Behind Liu Xun, his face suddenly became ugly, and his face instantly became cold...

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Outside the main hall of Qingyun Gate,

Cang Song and a group of Qingyun disciples held their swords and stared at countless strange beasts and disciples of the Ghost King Sect, looking wary;
But Chen Daomin, Liu Xun and the others didn't even look at Cang Song and the others, they just stared at the main hall with deep fear in their eyes;

Yang Zhu's voice came from the main hall: "Invite the Ghost King, Master Puhong, Junior Sister Shuiyue and others to come into the hall for a chat!"

Liu Xun showed hesitation on his face, but Chen Daomin walked away first with an arrogant look on his face, and then Shuiyue followed with a complicated expression.

Liu Xun rolled his eyes, regained his compassionate appearance, and walked in.
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Sitting on the seat, Yang Zhu looked a little sad and his face was a little pale;
After glancing at the dozen or so people who came in, he stood up straight and walked down;

Lin Tu suddenly took two steps forward, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times: "Master, this disciple is unworthy. He has decided to follow the King of Ghosts and can no longer serve you."

Yang Zhu looked at him and waved his hand indifferently:
"It doesn't matter. I sent you to the Ghost King Sect at the beginning because I was afraid that the Devil Sect would secretly do something harmful to the world. Since you are willing to join the Ghost King Sect, at least it proves that they are not as bad as I thought;"

"Since you are not a great evil person..."

"The so-called being able to be free from vulgarity is strange, and not being filthy is pure;"

"There are three thousand avenues in the world, if you choose one, what's wrong with you?"

"Conversely, I owe you a lot for my teacher..."

Lin Tu wept, kowtowed his head three more times, and retreated to Chen Daomin's side.

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Chen Daomin stared at Yang Zhu, and suddenly smiled:
"Daoxuan, I see you looking gloomy, but seeing the Qingyun Sect overthrowing soon, are you secretly feeling sad?"

Yang Zhu smiled faintly:
"The great sages and sages in ancient times have faced each other inch by inch; the gossip in the world has been wiped out at once;"

"The King of Ghosts is a hero in his life, and he is so resolute, why bother to be a woman who hides needles?"

Chen Daomin straightened his face, and slightly bowed to apologize: "It's Meng Lang!"

"I just don't know why at this moment when soldiers and soldiers meet, Headmaster Daoxuan invited me to enter the palace?"

Yang Zhu looked a little misty and sighed softly: "I just want to have a few words with the Ghost King so that I can think about something clearly."

Chen Daomin frowned, a little puzzled.

Yang Zhu looked at him with a slightly distressed face:
"In the past, I drank Zhongshan's wine by mistake, and I was drunk for a thousand days; in this world, I am drunk every day, and every person is not drunk."

"Some people are drunk in court, some are drunk in wilderness, and some are drunk in dreams of life and death;"

"I don't know where the ghost king... is drunk?"

Chen Daomin said proudly: "When a man is alive, he should be drunk in court!"

Yang Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a hint of hope hidden in Chen Daomin's eyes:
"I know your lineage of the ghost king, passed down from the ancient witches, follow the way of the jungle;"

"So I want to know, if my Qingyun Sect is destroyed and you replace me, how will you govern the people in the new domain?"

The ghost king looked at him, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You mean the people of Qingyun sect?"

Yang Zhu nodded.

Ghost King Zong smiled ferociously: "My daughter was killed in your Qingyun Sect. I will accept the lives of more than a thousand people in your Qingyun Sect. cause and effect;"

"As for killing them, I will not kill them, but as punishment, they will become the slaves of my people in southern Xinjiang for three generations!"

Yang Zhu frowned:

"I'm just the leader of the Qingyun Sect. I can barely make sense;"

"Why are there more than a thousand disciples? What do those mortals have to do with your daughter's death?"

"You are also the overlord of one party, how can you be so impulsive and anger others?"

"I heard that the Ghost King is proud and innocent, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that..."

Chen Daomin sneered twice:
"Stainless?"

"Hey! Since the day my daughter died and I, as a father, returned home in defeat, my thoughts have not been clear;"

"What are you talking about Wugou!?"

There was a bit of loneliness in his expression, he sighed a little less, and said:

"You are right. Since you are proud, then continue to be proud!"

"Whether it's those mortals or your ordinary disciples of Qingyun Sect, to me, they are all ants;"

"Even if you can't be a lion, a wolf king won't care about these ants!"

"Today, if I overthrow you Qingyun, I will spare those ordinary disciples and mortals;"

"If they want revenge..."

"Hmph, I've been waiting for them for 30 years!"

Yang Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a trace of joy on his face: "So, I thank the Ghost King!"

After finishing speaking, he smiled lightly: "If that's the case, I will ask the ghost king to give me a trick!"

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In the main hall, the ghost king transformed into a Lu Wu and fought with Yang Zhu;
Yang Zhu stabbed repeatedly with the long sword, although he used "bullet time", but after more than a dozen rounds, he was hit by Lu Wu's palm on the chest, smashing a deep hole on the ground;

Chen Daomin turned into a human form, stepped on Yang Zhu's chest, and looked at him suspiciously;
Yang Zhu spat out a mouthful of blood, but smiled and said: "It's the poor who lost."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, bowed his neck and waited for death.

Shuiyue on the side rushed up angrily, pointed at Yang Zhu's nose and cursed:

"Doxuan, you coward!"

"In order to eliminate the guilt in your heart, you deliberately let go and wanted to die!?"

"I tell you, you are dreaming!"

"After you die, I will activate all the power of Tianyin Temple and destroy all the remaining disciples of Qingyun,"

"It will also release the Zhuxian sword to suck the blood of all the people under your Qingyun rule!"

Yang Zhu opened his eyes suddenly: "How dare you!!"

Chen Daomin looked ugly, looked at Yang Zhu suspiciously, and then yelled at Shuiyue: "What's going on?"

Shuiyue looked crazy, with deep ridicule in her eyes:

"This Qing Yun sect's head teacher, on weekdays, looks like a Taoist fairy bone, sympathizing with the world;"

"Secretly, it's a monster whose mind has been robbed by the Zhuxian Sword, killing mortals and absorbing blood all day long!"

"The Zhuxian Sword is called the treasure of the Qingyun Town Sect. Whether it was before or now, the leaders of the Qingyun Sect have survived many crises by relying on this sword, but this sword is an out-and-out magic sword. Since the sword was damaged thousands of years ago, it needs blood essence to feed and repair all the time, and the previous generation of master Qingyun was so weak that he was sucked by the blood of Zhu Xianjian's blood, and finally his brain was taken away by the evil thoughts, and he was killed by Daoxuan himself. !"

"Now, not only are your son-in-law's parents killed by the Zhuxian Sword in Daoxuan's hands, but even his beloved Junior Brother Tian can't escape!"

"As for him, now that he is clearly guilty, he has the will to die. You killed him, but you fulfilled him!"

Everyone's faces changed: "Zhu Xian Sword!?"

Pan Yueming showed mad hatred in his eyes. He drew out his sword and was about to stab Yang Zhu to death.

But Shuiyue made a move and blocked his sword:

"He can't die now!"

"I want to slaughter Qingyun's disciples in front of him first, and make him suffer so much, then kill him with a single sword!"

"Humph, Daoxuan, ah Daoxuan, you lived for a woman 300 years ago, and you live for her words 300 years later. You have never really been yourself;"

"I would like to see now, after slaughtering all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, do you still have the face to meet that woman!"

Everyone's expression changed, and Chen Daomin said in a deep voice: "I have promised Daoxuan that I will not hurt the lives of ordinary disciples of Qingyun!"

Shuiyue smiled lightly: "If you want to keep your promise, you have to stand till the end!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Buddha sang, and the Ghost King, Lin Tu, Pan Yueming and other members of the Ghost King Sect were pulled into the space of the Buddha. The Buddha's Dharma image, pressing the three people under one palm,

When the three were struggling to resist, Shuiyue raised Yang Zhu with her right hand, pulled him outside the hall, and shouted: "Daoxuan was defeated, the ghost king has an order, don't let any of Qingyun's disciples go!"

Following a burst of cheers of victory, the people from Ghost King Sect and Miaoyin Temple launched a crazy attack. In an instant, Qingyun Sect suffered heavy casualties;

Yang Zhu's face was furious, the corners of his eyes were cracked, and blood was oozing out;
Shui Yue moved her face to Yang Zhu's side with a crazy look on her face: "Daoxuan, enjoy it!"

This time, Liu Feifei rushed out, knelt down in front of Shuiyue, and asked her to let disciple Qingyun and Pan Yueming go,

Shuiyue just admired the anger on Yang Zhu's face with a gloomy face, and ignored it;

Suddenly, half of Qing Yun's disciple's body fell to Yang Zhu's side, and half of his face was covered with blood;
Yang Zhu stared blankly at the corpse of disciple Qingyun, his eyes became crazy, and his pupils gradually turned blood red;
"Sow the cause, eat the fruit; Junior Sister Shuiyue, are you ready?" Yang Zhu's voice suddenly became cold and hollow;
Shuiyue's face changed drastically, and she looked at Yang Zhu suspiciously;

Yang Zhu grinned, he couldn't tell the aura and madness: "Zhu Xian, come with the sword!"

Following Yang Zhu's soft shout, in the grotto on the Hidden Sword Cliff, after a while of shaking, a gray light rushed into the sky and appeared in Yang Zhu's hand in an instant.
It is a stone sword that looks like an eight-sided prism, and the sword is covered with tiny cracks;

With Zhuxian Sword in hand, countless weak blood lights poured into Yang Zhu's body from the cracks in the sword body, and his energy and spirit changed instantly, becoming more fierce and crazier...

Yang Zhu's crazily red eyes stared at Shuiyue's changed face, with a wicked smile on his lips. He waved his sword, and countless gray lines flashed past, turning Shuiyue into square dried meat the size of a thumb. grain……

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With Zhu Xian in hand, Yang Zhu turned into a demon who only knew how to kill. Countless people from the Ghost King Sect and Miaoyin Temple became mummies in a snap, including the Qingyun disciples who appeared in front of Yang Zhu. ;
In the hall, Liu Xun's face suddenly changed, and he said to the few people who were under the palm of Faxiang, Daoxuan had already got the Zhuxian Sword, which was unmatched in power, Shuiyue had been killed, and only by gathering all his strength could he defeat Daoxuan;
Therefore, he suggested to put aside their disputes first, he is willing to obey the ghost king's orders, and act according to the original agreement;

After a brief hesitation, several people agreed to Liu Xun's request;

The few people who came out of the Buddha Kingdom rushed to the outside of the main hall, and there were already corpses everywhere;
Several people rushed to attack, but they were wounded by Yang Zhu's sword one after another, so the ghost king ordered to form a large formation of mountains and seas,
Suddenly, countless alien beasts merged into a huge water script. The Ghost King stood on the golden-red water script, condensed a huge light ax that looked like substance, and slashed towards Yang Zhu;

Yang Zhu resisted the light ax with Zhu Xian sideways, plowed deep scars under his feet, and was pushed back tens of meters, but he was unscathed. Chen Daomin was horrified,

On the side, dozens of monks gathered together, with Liu Xun in the middle. After a burst of Buddhist singing, countless incense and aspiration were attracted. Liu Xun once again pulled Yang Zhu and the Ghost King Sect into the Buddhist space, and saw the sky full of gods and Buddhas. Under the pattern, a huge Buddha head stands in it, and Yang Zhu and others stand on the Buddha's fingers;

After a fierce and exciting battle, although Yang Zhu had a few wounds on his body, he slaughtered all the strange beasts of the Ghost King Sect, and the Buddha statue in the Buddha Kingdom Space was also smashed to pieces;

Liu Xun, Chen Daoming, Lin Tu, Pan Yueming and others vomited blood and fell to the ground. Yang Zhu, who had just left the Buddhist space, swung his sword, killing dozens of monks in Tianyin Temple;

At this time, Liu Feifei gritted her teeth and used the True Sword Art of Yulei, leading the thunder to attack Yang Zhu. At first, Yang Zhu swung Zhu Xian indifferently, but at the moment when the tip of the sword was about to pierce Liu Feifei's chest, he stopped suddenly. When I got down, I saw that Yang Zhu's eyes were struggling, and the red pupils became normal, and then they were immediately covered by blood again;
After two attempts, Liu Xun discovered the clues and let Liu Feifei join the battle group despite Pan Yueming's objections. Sure enough, Yang Zhu would always leave a flaw every time he attacked Liu Feifei;

Yang Zhu, who was getting more and more seriously injured, suddenly ignored Liu Feifei's attack on Tianya during the last siege. He suffered a sword wound that was as deep as the bone, and first split Liu Xun in half with one sword. Then Chen Daomin was beheaded;

When he once again raised his sword and slashed at the seriously injured Pan Yueming, Liu Feifei's face changed, and he threw himself in front of Pan Yueming. Yang Zhu's eyes showed a look of struggle again, and he stared at Liu Feifei, with an expression of not knowing whether he was crying or not. smiling expression;

Liu Feifei, who was still in shock, saw Yang Zhu in a daze, and directly stabbed him in the chest with a sword;
Yang Zhu held Zhu Xian's right hand and waved it. Seeing that he was about to cut Liu Feifei under the sword, his left hand suddenly struck fiercely, deflecting the trajectory of Zhu Xian with his right hand; show a look of relief;

After Zhu Xian let go, although Yang Zhu's eyes were still red, he would regain his sanity every few seconds;
With difficulty, he walked to the side of the seriously injured Cangsong, and threw him the token of the sect master on his body, letting him take over as the sect master;

Then let Liu Feifei escort her back to Tibetan Sword Peak. She wants to raise Zhu Xian with her body, and use all the blood essence to repair the Zhu Xian sword. She said that Zhu Xian has sucked so many people's blood today, plus her own, and it will return to its original state. No more intrusion on the sanity,

Although he would be drained of blood and die, but he made such a big mistake, and it was the last atonement;

………………

At this time, the pure music of "The Great Wall of Thousand Miles" sounded,
A thick male voice recited "That Day";
On the stone steps outside the Zangjianfeng Grottoes, Liu Feifei looked at Yang Zhu warily;

Yang Zhu, who was gradually returning to normal, looked at her face with gentleness like water,

But Lu Yanying's appearance appeared in his eyes, it was a woman exactly like Liu Feifei, looking at her cute smile, watching her frowning and smiling at him in the past; watching her youthful self staring at her back showing simplicity and a humble smile;

Just like Pan Yueming ten years ago...

In the end, Yang Zhu walked into the stone gate, and looked at Liu Feifei with infinite nostalgia but relief;
Then;

with a snap,
The stone door closed.

End……

PS: The modification is very bad, and many plots have not been refined, otherwise it would be too long. In fact, even the current plot exceeds 150 minutes.

Self-healing works, just take a look, don't take it seriously.

(End of this chapter)