I have been living in the forest for hundreds of years, and the world calls me the master of the res

Staring at the giant beast holding up the sky on the sea of ​​clouds, Qing Cang felt that his body looked like an ant.

But before Qing Cang could think deeply, the giant beast in front of him suddenly disappeared like ink.

Qingcang was confused when he saw the surrounding space suddenly shattered.

It turned into obscure and incomprehensible fragments of consciousness, rushing towards him crazily like a tide.

Qingcang couldn't resist at all, and passively attracted these fragments of consciousness, and his consciousness began to gradually blur.

It was as if he suddenly transformed into the giant beast holding up the sky.

He was walking aimlessly with his feet on the earth and the sky above his head.

Qing Cang opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that everything was as usual.

He was still sitting near the giant beast's dantian.

Not even much time has passed.

"what happened?"

Qingcang couldn't understand the previous situation, it was definitely not a dream.

It's so real...

But no one gave him an answer.

Qingcang didn't want to tell this to the demon cultivator from the ancient spirit world.

These guys regard giant beasts as gods.

If he told it, he might easily misunderstand that Qingcang was blaspheming their gods.

Qingcang didn't want to ask for trouble.

Continue to sit cross-legged and practice with your eyes closed again.

This time it went very smoothly, and Qingcang instantly became calm.

Nothing interferes with it anymore.

……

Yongcangzhou.

The two figures stepped on the swords and turned into a stream of light, quickly rushing towards the predetermined direction.

“Junior brother, we have arrived at the boundary of Yongcang Province.

Can you trust those guys? "

Song Yuanzhou, who was wearing a new inner disciple uniform, asked Song Siming, who was silent all the way next to him.

He learned some of the whole story from Song Yantong.

In order to revive the Qinglian Sword Sect, Song Siming had to devote himself to others.

Just when he was moved, he heard that Song Siming was going to Yongcang Prefecture, a remote and remote place.

After Song Yuanzhou heard this, he left Huaxiang Liujie where he had been hanging out for several years.

Holding the sword again, he went with him to ensure Song Siming's safety.

"Brother, now we can only trust them."

Song Siming did not look at Song Yuanzhou and only responded.

After hearing this, Song Yuanzhou felt quite uncomfortable.

The former leader of the righteous path in the East has been regarded as a monster in recent years and has been repeatedly persecuted.

And the so-called five gates relying on each other has become a joke.

Not a single sect reached out to help.

Among them, Guhuamen is even worse.

Colluded with the Immortality Cult.

Now, the person who is lending a helping hand to them is actually a force with completely unknown origins.

And judging from the situation, it seems to be a big force dominated by monsters.

This is a great irony for Song Yuanzhou, who spent the first half of his life slaying demons.

But Song Yuanzhou firmly believed that Song Siming was right.

No matter what kind of sacrifice you make, as long as it is for the sect, everything is worth it.

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Yuanzhou suddenly felt keenly that something was not right about the situation ahead.

"Junior brother, stop first!"

Song Yuanzhou quickly called Song Siming, threw the spirit sword at his feet into his hand, and watched the surrounding space warily for movement.

Although I haven't held a sword for several years, I still have bits and pieces of the past in my bones.

Just by smelling it, you can tell how many monsters and monsters are around.

Song Siming also felt something was wrong.

Back to back with Song Yuanzhou, he raised his sword and looked around, with murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

"coming!"

Song Yuanzhou shouted loudly.

Then he waved the spiritual sword in his hand, and dozens of sharp sword intentions fell straight into the distance.

Song Siming's reaction was also not slow.

He made a sword finger with one hand and divided the spiritual sword in his hand into hundreds of sword shadows.

It transformed into an evil-killing sword formation and fell straight towards the black shadow that suddenly appeared.

As soon as the black shadow raised its hand, boundless mist immediately fell down, covering Song Siming and the two of them.

At the same time, thunder exploded, blocking Song Siming's attack.

"Great evil!"

Song Yuanzhou and Song Siming exclaimed at the same time.

But at the same time, there was endless fighting intent in his eyes.

Song Siming bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a large mouthful of blood onto the spirit sword.

The spiritual sword that was originally glowing with light blue light immediately turned completely red.

"Chong!"

A sword cry sounded at the same time, as if they were jumping for joy.

Next to him, Song Yuanzhou quickly completed the step.

Now he had a righteous look on his face, and fire was splashing out from the spiritual sword in his hand, distorting the space.

"This is a fate, destiny!"

The dark shadow in the fog faded, and a strange figure stepped out.

He has black hair and has two faces, male and female, each showing emotions.

There is a turbid red light rotating behind the head, and there are four rotten arms.

A slender hand grew out of his chin, holding a baby-like black tumor in a monk's robe.

The cracked chest was covered with faces struggling in pain.

The lower body is covered with densely packed small eyes and corpse maggots, which are turning crazily, making people feel sick just looking at it.

His voice just fell.

A strange black calamity fire suddenly appeared in the mist, surrounding Song Siming and the two of them.

Song Yuanzhou didn't feel anything physically.

I only felt that my soul was being dragged out alive.

Exposed in front of everyone and roasted alive by the fire.

His face was contorted in pain and it was difficult to maintain consciousness.

"Fuck your fucking fart!"

Song Yuanzhou cursed angrily and activated all the Jade Pure Immortal Magic on his body, sweeping away the soul poison coming from the black flames.

"cut!"

At the same time, he used the Zhanzi Jue of Qinglian Sword Technique, which actually directly destroyed all the nearby black calamity fires.

"Junior brother, you go first!

Senior brother will come to you after dealing with this great evil! "

Seeing Song Siming standing there stunned and motionless.

Song Yuanzhou thought that he had fallen into the evil trick, so he used his soul power and shouted to Song Siming urgently.

"The fate is destined, Death Thunder!"

Seeing that Song Yuanzhou was trying to risk his life, the boy with the tumor on his chin suddenly opened his bloody eyes.

Song Yuanzhou, who was unable to dodge, was immobilized alive.

Then black thunder flashed again in the mist.

With a life-threatening aura, it struck Song Yuanzhou directly on the forehead.

However, just when the black thunder was about to fall, a figure stood in front of Song Yuanzhou.

Seeing this, Song Yuanzhou was both moved and anxious.

Song Siming looked at the blurry figure in the fog and felt the vaguely familiar atmosphere.

He is betting on a possibility.

So he stood in front of Song Yuanzhou.

The result is obvious.

When Song Siming stepped forward, those black thunders suddenly dispersed together with the strange fog.

When Song Siming looked up again.

A man in black robe wearing a cloak and a somewhat cold appearance was looking at them calmly.

"We have been waiting for your Qinglian Sword Sect for a long time."

Yongjie looked at the sixth senior brother in front of him, suppressed the joy in his heart, and spoke.

When Song Siming heard this, he felt happy.

Sure enough, he is a junior brother, but why is he a great evil?

As for Song Yuanzhou, who was protected by Song Siming behind him, he was even more confused about the situation in front of him.

"Are you from the Dahuang Chamber of Commerce?"

Song Siming wanted to confirm the identity of the other party and asked.

"careful!"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Song Yuanzhou felt another evil aura rushing towards Song Siming and shouted quickly.

He just didn't wait for Song Siming to make a move.

A figure had already landed on his back.

Hold Song Siming and never let go.

"Yes! We are with you and have been waiting for you for a long time."

A little girl wearing a white shroud was lying behind Song Siming, greedily inhaling Song Siming's breath.

Song Siming felt that his six senses, which had been devoured by the poison of the dragon's soul, suddenly recovered, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Really, you guys are so slow."

"Today is an auspicious day."

"That Nascent Soul guy must have a delicious heart."

At this time, three more figures fell next to Yongjie and each spoke.

The little girl behind Song Siming smiled at Song Siming and immediately fell next to them.

Like five evil gods, they stood in front of the stupid Song Yuanzhou.

"What's the situation?"

……