I plant love Gu for Xianjun

Fortunately, this embarrassing and unpleasant feast did not last long.

When the sun was setting, dozens of disciples of Yuncang were ordered to open all the nearly a hundred doors under the front porch.

Outside the platform in the south, the red sun is slanting to the west, reflecting on the surging sea of ​​clouds, spreading a golden light.There are also many isolated small clouds lifted up by the mountain wind, forming human-like and non-human shapes, just like true gods stepping on waves to show their holiness, and golden immortals riding the wind to descend to earth.

Although it is the first time for Lian Zhuxian to come to Yuncang, he has also heard about the spectacle of "Golden Fairy in the Sea of ​​Clouds".At this moment, admiration was heard one after another in the main hall, and everyone couldn't take their eyes off it.

But the beauty is always fleeting.When the setting sun descended below the clouds, the golden light instantly turned to dawn red, covering the sea of ​​clouds and the images of clouds with a layer of blood.

Lian Zhuxian, who was sitting at the door, was slightly taken aback, and the dozens of Yuncang disciples closed the door together again.The indoor lamps and candles are dazzling, although they are not comparable to the sunlight, but they still illuminate people's every detail.

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Yuncang has always worshiped King Yuqingzhen.According to legend, the true king was ascended to sanctification at three o'clock in the night, and worship and spiritual rituals were also scheduled to be held at night.

When the door of the main hall was opened again, the outdoor world had already sunk into a quiet and dark blue.The guests and friends at the meeting carried lanterns or took out the magic weapon of lighting, in twos and threes, and headed towards the Yangtian Temple on the top of the mountain.

Still no one took the initiative to talk to Lian Zhu Xian, so he followed the crowd alone.

When you go up to the top of the mountain, you can see the moon shining brightly and the sky full of stars, looking up at the grand picture of heaven, standing majestically.

There is a huge rock in front of the hall, more than a hundred feet in square, with vertical and horizontal latitude and longitude, and it is as flat as a chess game between heaven and man.Wherever the latitude and longitude intersect, there are futons with round seats.When guests come to the rock, they sit in order.

No surprises, Lian Zhu Xian is still at the bottom.As soon as he sat down, he heard the monster beside him whispering: "Why didn't I seem to see the witch from Xixianyuan?"

Another monster also whispered: "I just pointed to them and came here!"

It was only then that Lian Zhuxian remembered that he had accidentally heard Feng Zhangjun and his disciples mentioning this matter in the garden just now.But he is not very familiar with the pattern of the Central Plains, and he doesn't know what this means.

Everyone sat down, and the musicians began to play sacrificial music.The master of the Yunhua Palace, who is in charge of the sacrifice, appeared slowly in cassock and holding a banner, followed by two Taoist boys from left to right, one holding the seal of Yuncang, and the other holding an ivory wat engraved with the real name of King Yuqing. .Afterwards, there were some disciples of Yunhua Palace, holding magic tools in their hands, and followed suit.

The sacrificial procession went to Yangtiantian, and the master of Yunhua Palace recited mantras.After a while, the stone gate began to emit light, revealing clear inscriptions.

The so-called "enlightenment spiritual practice" is an extremely ancient tradition, and it was originally a shortcut to improve one's cultivation.

However, with the transformation of the way of cultivating immortals in the past 500 years, "enlightenment spiritual practice" has long been outdated.And the meaning of participating in this ceremony is just to show loyalty to Yun Cang.

Unable to feel the improvement of his cultivation base, Lian Zhu Xian simply opened his eyes secretly.With the help of the bright moonlight, he quickly found where Feng Zhangjun was.

About ten feet away, the man was meditating intently, with a solemn expression, as if he didn't think it was just a show.

Lian Zhuxian thought about it: on Yuncang Mountain, where the morning bells and evening drums, there may still be tens of thousands of such mere "acting plays".Mr. Fengzhang, who has been immersed in the decent atmosphere of the famous family all day long, may have already smoothed his edges and corners, and is no longer the affectionate and sexual boy he was back then.

So since the trajectories of each other have already diverged, why do they need to forcibly overlap.

Just as he was thinking of this, there was a noise in his ears, it seemed that some musician playing the piano had gone wrong.

Lian Zhu Xian followed the prestige, but suddenly felt a murderous aura.

Something is wrong!

His sight has not yet focused, and the music has been interrupted.The guqin screamed, and the chime fell to the ground.But what is even more chilling is the terrified screams of the musicians.

Lian Zhuxian finally saw it clearly: a huge black shadow emerged from the musicians' bench.It is surrounded by thick black air, only a pair of green eyes are shining like will-o'-the-wisps in a tomb.

Is it a ghoul?

It's no wonder that Lian Zhuxian was surprised——Yun Canggui is the world's largest cultivator, and the guards must be strict, but it's at such a grand juncture as the True King Ceremony, that he can let a dead ghost drive straight in?

In an instant, the ghoul had already left several musicians behind and rushed straight to the stage!

Most of Yun Cang's senior disciples who are in charge of guarding tonight are arranged at the mountain gate and various main roads.There is still a long way to go for the masters who specialize in guarding important personnel.However, a few young disciples with relatively low cultivation levels stepped forward to challenge loudly.

Although these disciples were young, they all had some hunting experience, so they were not panicking at this time.From their point of view, it is just a little ghoul in front of them, and it just happens to show off in front of the masters and elders.

Looking to the north, Yuncang's principals, including Chunwu and Fengzhang, were all calm and composed.The guards standing beside them did not respond either.Obviously he wanted to see the performance of the young disciples.

I saw that the ghoul was surrounded by black mist, and he couldn't see the shape of his limbs at all. At first, he dealt with the group of young disciples a few times from a distance, but obviously he couldn't gain the upper hand.It suddenly shouted violently, rushed to the front, and abruptly protruded two thin arms from the black mist, it was astonishingly long like a spider.And those fingers and claws were as sharp as knives, faintly reflecting light under the cold moon, and only lightly brushed across the person's body.

Are there poisonous claws? !

Although the Central Plains also has poison techniques, they are rarely so fierce and powerful.Yun Cang had always advocated long-distance combat, and hadn't done much research on melee poisoning techniques, so those young and vigorous disciples hesitated a little.

All of a sudden, the ghoul had knocked down the last ones and rushed straight to the stage!

Although the guests on the stage are important officials from various sects and sects, they may not all have martial arts skills.Especially those little goblins beside Lian Zhu Xian, who usually only curry favor with others, but now they shrank into a ball when they saw the evil spirits.

Lian Zhu Xian could have made a move, but he had received the anger for a long time, and wanted to take the opportunity to see the capabilities of these "central plains decent", so he decided to stand still.

Here, several more guards swarmed up, with magic swords in their hands as bright as moonlight.

However, that ghoul seemed to know no pain or fear, even if it was stabbed to the vitals, it only paused for a moment, and then fought back frantically!

Seeing that using violence to control violence was useless, six or seven guards each untied a piece of silver rope from their waists, changed their pace and formation, and instantly intertwined into a trapping dragon net, covering the dead ghost.

This trick finally worked, the ghoul was tightly bound by the trapped dragon net, and the black energy around him gradually dissipated, only then did it show its original appearance.

But he saw that the ghoul was nearly ten feet tall, with slender hands and feet, his body was black and blue, and his flesh was shriveled.

If you observe carefully, you can also find that the whole body is covered with looming runes in cinnabar.

It was those young disciples who saw the ghoul restrained just now, and they were going to behead them.Unexpectedly, the green light in the ghoul's eyes was blazing, and he opened his mouth to spray a black mist.

Everyone only thought it was stubbornly resisting.Only Lian Zhu Xian suddenly shouted sharply: "Hold your breath——!"

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, and I saw that the black mist had already rushed in front of the disciple.Before they could hold their breath, people lost consciousness one by one.

And the black mist is still spreading towards the surrounding living creatures.All of a sudden, no matter the disciples, musicians or guests, they all fell to the ground!

What's even more frightening is that, without the shackles of the trapped dragon net, the ghouls rushed towards the crowd again...

The situation took a turn for the worse, Lian Zhu Xian stopped watching.He immediately bit the tip of his tongue, smeared blood on his lips, and then exhaled into the air.

Strange to say, the scattered black air seemed to smell the fishy sweetness on his lips, and unexpectedly regrouped and rushed towards him!

The little monsters around were frightened and ran away, only Lian Zhuxian remained motionless.

In a blink of an eye, the black air was already approaching the door, he opened his mouth to inhale, and actually took all the black air into his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

Those who watched the battle from far and near were all amazed by his extraordinary actions.However, after Lian Zhu Xian sucked up the poisonous mist, he did not fall unconscious like the others.

Under the moonlight, his skin was whiter than snow, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his eyes faintly glowed with blue light, which seemed to be a little more alluring, so beautiful that he was frightened.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were attracted to him.It wasn't until he heard another roar that he realized that the ghoul had already rushed towards Lian Zhuxian!

Lian Zhuxian didn't dodge, but stretched out his hand to touch his bosom, and drew out a slender sword with silvery scales.

He flicked the long sword lightly, and the blade seemed to be extremely soft. It swung left and right twice, making a crisp clang.

However, before he could make a move, a stream of sword energy came from the north.With just one blow, the ghoul's neck was severed.

In an instant, the corpses were separated!

The commotion came to an abrupt end, and everyone was speechless on the open mountaintop.

Apart from the hunting of the mountain wind, all Lian Zhu Xian could hear was a solemn voice from the north.

"enough."

Feng Zhangjun put his sword back into its sheath, and looked coldly at the audience.

The young disciples of Yuncang knew that the chief was blaming them for their failure in doing things, and they were all downcast.Some of the younger ones even had tears in their eyes.

However, Lian Zhu Xian had to interrupt their eye contact: "Move all the poisoned people into the house, and they will still be saved. Hurry up!"

Those Yuncang disciples were excited when they heard the words, but they didn't know where the sacred Zhuxian was, so they hurriedly cast their gazes to the north to ask for instructions.

Changing to Lord Chunwu, he said: "Since there is a way, then hurry up."

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While others were carrying the wounded, several senior disciples were preparing to dispose of the corpse of the ghoul.

Before they could do anything, Lian Zhu Xian also came over and pointed out: "The corpse still has residual poison, so don't touch it directly. Go and chop two bamboos, place a mat on them, and move them away."

He was commanded by a stranger of a different race, and someone immediately asked, "Who the hell are you?"

Lian Zhuxian only replied: "I know poison."

After giving the instructions, he didn't say much, and immediately turned to check on the wounded.

The author has something to say:

Feng Zhangjun: The sword of this fairy has a lot of origins.

Lian Zhuxian: My sword is not for nothing!

So the question is, whose sword is longer?