My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Hai Bo was calm, but Jing Yue's heart was not so peaceful.

——Jiji isn't here?According to his understanding of Lan Feng, Lan Feng should have been waiting here these days, waiting to be a watcher, crying and acting like a baby when seeing 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 at the foot of Feihua Mountain.

At this time, in Xiaohan Yunzong, Lan Feng was lying on the bed flipping through a stack of papers, and there was a plate of melon seeds and a cup of spiritual tea on the small table beside the bed.

It looks intently, without blinking its bean eyes, and occasionally picks a melon seed from the plate and peels it to eat, or takes a sip of spiritual tea, feeling very happy.

After a while, Lan Feng folded the paper, and saw a line of large characters written with a brush in the center of the first page - "Overbearing Taoist Imprisoning Love: Jing Yuan's Sky-high Pet", and there are several larger characters below - —Author: Lan Jiji.

The handwriting was crooked, like a dog chewing on it, but it was barely legible.

Lan Feng sighed faintly, turned over like a dead fish, and lay her pillow in the soft bedding, recalling the plot in the book, silently shedding tears.

Yes, "The Sky-Price Little Pet" was of course written by Lan Feng. It has been almost three years since he was captured in Feihua Mountain. During this period, he tried to escape countless times, but he was tied back.Later, the brothers of the Long family saw that it was making a lot of trouble, so they simply sent a few disciples to accompany it to guard the Shimen in Inner Sea, but Lan Feng waited and waited for another 190 autumns, but still saw nothing.

One day, suddenly there was a huge wind and waves on the inland sea, and a bolt of lightning struck Lan Feng's mind as well. In an instant, Lan Feng was overwhelmed with inspiration and thoughts. The story with Jingjing will be passed down forever!

Therefore, Lanfeng voluntarily applied to go back to Feihua Mountain, locked herself in the Jingjing room and worked hard for seven or eight months. Today, it finally completed the masterpiece!

Lan Feng was caught in the plot he had arranged and couldn't extricate himself, suddenly, it turned its head, then jumped up, flapping its wings and flying out!

Jing Yue walked leisurely on the mountain path, seeing familiar scenery in his eyes, which awakened his memories of the past.I remember him, Jiji, and Qin Yanzhi at that time.

"Chirp~"

He only heard a rooster crow, and Lan Feng crashed into his arms.

"Jingjing! Jingjingjingjing! You finally came to pick up Chichi! Chichi misses you so much, and misses you all the time!"

Seeing that Lan Feng was still plump, Jingyue knew that he was doing well, so he teased him, "It is said that longing becomes a disease, and the more you think about it, the thinner you become. Why are you still fat?"

Lan Feng froze: "No! Jiji is not fat, Jiji has grown a little more hair!"

Jing Yue: "..."

Lan Feng had something on her mind, and she didn't want to swear like she used to, so she 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 elicited exclamations, the disciples wept with joy, rushed to tell each other, surrounded Jingyue to the main hall.

Today, the Xiaohan Yunzong is the number one sect in the Haotian Realm, with as many as [-] to [-] disciples, many of whom have never seen the head of the sect, and are even more excited to the point of heart attack.

Although Lan Feng felt a little proud, it still wanted to show Jing Jing a gift, so it hooked Jing Yue's wide sleeve with its claws and pulled it forward, trying to pull Jing Jing away.

Jing Yue knew what it wanted, but deliberately ignored it, and still patiently exchanged greetings with everyone.

When he learned that many disciples in his sect had already established foundations, he was satisfied, so he said to the rotating disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect, "In the future, if the Xiaohan Yun Sect has outstanding disciples, 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 bases, shone with scorching fire. They were both in the Middle Foundation Establishment Realm. They thought they would have to wait until the Purple Mansion Realm before they could go to the Qifang Realm, but they didn’t expect the opportunity to come soon. .Now all of them know about the Qifang Realm. Although there is no comfort and danger in the Haotian Realm there, it is obvious that the opportunities are greater.

Jingyue encouraged everyone a few more words, and asked, "Where's Elder Tianluo?"

Gui Sheng: "Back to the head, Elder Tian Luo felt that he had a breakthrough opportunity after communicating with the real Wu Chen, and now he has been in retreat for 40 years."

Jingyue calculated in his mind, and calculated that Taoist Tianluo was about to ascend to Jindan Dzogchen and extend his life for another 300 years, and said happily, "You are fine."

At this time, Song Xiaobao suddenly asked: "Why didn't the uncle come back? Is he okay?"

Jing Yue smiled and said softly, "He's fine too."

Until the sun turned to the west, the disciples of the main hall finally dispersed, and Lan Feng had already withered into a dried flower, and had long since lost the excitement of the day.

Jing Yue was amused in his heart, and asked it, "Aren't you going to give me a gift?"

"I want to give it away!" Lan Feng immediately hugged Jingyue's neck, flatteringly asking Jingjing to take it back to the house.

When Lan Feng presented his exhausted manuscript, Jing Yue only felt a dull pain in his head. Facing Lan Feng's expectant eyes, he barely read a few pages.

To be honest, the plot is twisty, the emotion is abundant, the writing is refined, but...

"What do you mean my eyes are so hot that I want to swallow you alive?"

"What do you want me to build a golden cage for you to imprison you forever?"

"And what is a substitute?"

In just a few pages, Jing Yue doesn't want to say more.

Lan Feng plausibly said, "It's all the sublimation of the drama, Jingjing, don't you feel sad for Jiji who abused both body and heart?"

Jing Yue: "I feel a headache."

After finishing speaking, he directly caught Jiji and threw it into Xumijie, then left Feihua Mountain in a blink of an eye, and teleported back to Qifangjie through Shimen.

Sitting in the Sumeru Ring, Lan Feng gasped, "You said there was no imprisonment, huh!"

But Jing Yue ignored it, seeing Qin Yanzhi still waiting in the cold water, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry for the long delay."

Qin Yanzhi smiled and took the lead to go upstream. Now that the altar has collapsed and there is no space left, the Demon Lake can naturally lead directly to the foggy forest.

When the two went ashore, they thought someone would be guarding here, but they didn't see a single person on the shore. They looked at each other suspiciously, and Jing Yue said, "Could it be that we stayed for too long? Three years have passed in the Haotian Realm." , the speed of flow in the seven directions is different, and I don’t know how much time has passed.”

Qin Yanzhi: "Although the flow speed is different, Haotian Realm is faster than Qifang Realm as a whole. It is impossible for them to give up searching in such a short time."

Jing Yue frowned, "Could something have happened?"

He remembered the strange behavior of the demon cultivator in the Blackwood Forest back then, and felt uneasy, "Go, go back quickly."

As soon as the two of them came out of the Blackwood Forest, they immediately received a distress signal from the Sifang camp. Of course, the signal was not directed at them, but could be received by all the monks in the foggy forest. Obviously something serious happened.

Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi parted ways and hurried to the positions guarded by their respective sects.

Before arriving at the foot of Dingyao Mountain, Jing Yue had already heard the sound of fighting, and his heart was even more anxious. Not only did he not see anyone along the way, he didn't even see a demon. Could it be that the human race and the demon race were fighting?

Unfortunate predictions often come true. Once at the foot of the mountain, Jing Yue saw a dense crowd of monsters gathering here, fighting with the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect.

A crocodile tail flicked a young disciple, 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 broke, and he fell to the ground unable to get up, but his eyes were still full of anger, and he manipulated the flying sword to slash at the crocodile monster!

The crocodile was in pain, but it didn't hurt its vitals. It opened its huge jaws 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 crippled, suddenly, the crocodile fell to the ground with an ice spike stuck in its head, and it was already dead.

"Ancestor!"

When Fang Jiaxuan saw that it was Jing Yue, tears flowed out suddenly. Even a man would be extremely sad sometimes.

"Old Ancestor! Ghost Fuzong and Monster Clan joined forces to attack and kill my righteous disciples. Now the camp is about to be broken, and Master Hongli and Master 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 Yaozu, and the Cold Cloud Sect had already lost two Jindan Daoist, thousands of people. They haven't suffered such a big loss in the past few years!

Another nearby disciple mournfully said: "A demon king has come from the demon tribe, and Ghost Fuzong has sent two Zifu. Now three days have passed, I am afraid that Elder Wu Chen will not be able to hold on anymore!"

Jing Yue was so angry that he almost burst out of his body—how dare Gui Fuzong? !

It should be known that the great luck of the human race is tied together, so in the fight against the monster race, the righteous and the devil will join forces, and cooperating with the monster race is tantamount to cutting off their own life. Is the devil dying?

Jing Yue looked at the corpses all over the ground, including those of monsters and disciples, the ground was stained red with blood, and his eyes were also filled with red murderous intent.

Feixue gathered around him, and frost spread under his feet. When Jing Yue raised his hand, a burst of spiritual power gushed out, and the radius of ten miles was instantly frozen, and countless hailstones the size of mountains and rocks slammed heavily on the monsters.

Most of the monsters here are still little monsters, they couldn't resist the golden core attack at all, they fled wildly, but saw countless ice arrows coming from all directions!

All of a sudden, monsters were howling in horror, and the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect seized the time to harvest their lives, but Jing Yue released Lan Feng, "Chichi, you stay here to heal the wounds of my disciples, I have to rush back to the camp !"

Lan Feng, who was still in a daze, looked at the hellish scene in front of her, and was petrified, but she nodded reluctantly after hearing what Jing Jing said.

Although it doesn't want to be separated from Jingjing at all, it knows what Jingjing needs most at this 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 everywhere, and a pile of dead bodies, many of whom were familiar.

There were fewer monsters in the camp, but they were stronger, and the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect had a hard time coping with them.

When some disciples saw Jing Yue, they were pleasantly surprised that the ancestor was still alive, but when they thought of the current situation, they felt sad again.

Jing Yue asked directly, "Where's Wu Chen?"

"Elder Wu Chen is blocking the demon king and two Zifu demon cultivators at the back of the camp. He has an exquisite umbrella in his hand, and he can hold it for a while, but I'm afraid..."

——Linglong Umbrella, the magic weapon used in the wind-returning period, which can generate restraints and prevent blows from returning to the void. Before this time, she specially handed it to Wu Chen for fear of any accidents.

But who would have guessed that the accident was far beyond everyone's imagination.

Wu Chen had this umbrella, no wonder he was able to support it for three days under the attack of a demon king and two purple mansions, but he also knew that Wu Chen was reaching his limit.

Jingyue's face sank like water, he drew out his Little Canglan Sword and fought all the way, beheading countless monsters, and came to the back of the camp in a short time.

In front of him, a sky-blue bamboo umbrella floated in the air. The bamboo umbrella was so big that it was four to five feet wide when opened. There was a golden light hanging down from the edge of the umbrella, forming a translucent barrier that enveloped hundreds of Cold Cloud Sect disciples.

Wu Chen sat cross-legged at the front and urged the Linglong Umbrella, while the other disciples cast spells to attack a demon king and two demon cultivators outside the barrier.

But the one with the highest cultivation level here is Wu Chen, and the attacks of the others are harmless to the enemy. While they dodge easily, they still have the time to provoke: "Wu Chen, Wu Chen, we didn't want to attack you now." If you do it, it’s only your bad luck that you discovered our secret, so we have to act first.”

It turned out that after Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi disappeared, the orthodox monks waited for no one to be seen, so Wu Chen asked the guilty ghost Fuzong. Bao, and paid a big gift, the attitude is very obedient.

Wu Chen didn't have evidence, and he couldn't assert that it was Gui Fuzong's instigation, so he had to temporarily expose it.

But he didn't believe Wei Jianghan's words, so he was secretly watched by others. Not long ago, he discovered that Gui Fuzong had a connection with Yaozu!

Horrified, Wu Chen didn't choose to expose the matter on the spot, but secretly contacted other righteous fellows, intending to encircle and suppress Ghost Fuzong.Unexpectedly, the news leaked out, and Gui Fuzong and Yaozu launched an attack in advance, which led to today's predicament.

Seeing that Wu Chen didn't pay attention to them, a demon cultivator said again: "You, Wu Chen, caused the righteous way to suffer this catastrophe today. They have any grievances, so they naturally want to come to you. True Monarch Wu Chen has memorized such a cause and effect. How to achieve the Dao in the future? Why don’t you join my Ghost Fuzong, cut off the cause and effect of the past, and practice evil magic to prove the Dao.”

Another demon cultivator said: "Well said! As long as you surrender now, I promise to save your life, otherwise, the Linglong Umbrella will eventually have its limit, and when the time comes, you will all die!"

The demon king also took the opportunity to say: "Yes, your little patriarch has died, who can benefit the Cold Cloud Sect? It can be seen that we are really favored by the Dao of Heaven."

"Fuck!" Zheng Bai scolded under the umbrella: "The ancestor's soul lamp is still alive, and he will return sooner or later, and he will definitely avenge us!"

Suddenly, Wu Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood mist filled the air. The demon king saw the opportunity and hit the bamboo umbrella, which was about to break the protection, but a gourd flew out obliquely from behind, blocking his attack.

"Old Ancestor Jing!" Seeing that it was Jing Yue, everyone exclaimed, and even Wu Chen looked over distractedly.

Jing Yue took the opportunity to send a voice transmission to Wu Chen, "Take the disciple away."

There are so many fellow disciples in the arena, he can't take them into the Haotian Realm one by one, once the limit of the law is exceeded, the Haotian Realm will also face collapse.

Wu Chen: "But patriarch, you—"

Jing Yue: "Go, this is an order!"

Wu Chen's expression froze, he hid the pain in his eyes, and replied, "Yes!"

So Wu Chen and several Jindan masters used their sleeves to escape at the same time, engulfing a group of disciples.The Demon King and Moxiu didn't care about them, when they saw Jing Yue, they were like hungry wolves seeing their prey, they changed their targets one after another, and attacked him together!

However, the gourd sacrificed by Jingyue is not an extraordinary thing, but refined by Yiye. Before leaving this time, Wei Tianli told him Yiye's confession before the retreat, saying that he could not be the master's golden finger grandfather, but also be a teacher. Master dedicated his heart, so he specially prepared a treasure for Master.

The gourd is called Beiming Gourd. It can not only defend, but also has extremely strong attack power. It is his trump card to save his life. As long as he uses it properly, he has a chance to kill the demon king here!

I saw the gourd getting bigger and bigger, the size of a boat, standing in front of Jing Yue, even after withstanding several attacks, it was still indestructible.

The three monsters knew that gourds were difficult to deal with, so they all secretly cast aside the shamelessness of Han Yunzong, one treasure after another.

Since Jing Yue couldn't be moved for the time being, he simply chased after Wu Chen and the others who had fled, and killed them first!

But the gourd seemed to know their minds, whichever direction they turned, the gourd was also firmly in front of them.

The few were so angry that they 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 Linglong Umbrella could hold it back for a while. As long as he seized the time to kill the Demon King, the Cold Cloud Sect would have a chance to fight back!

So, he tried his best to squeeze the spiritual power of his dantian, grasped the Xiao Canglan sword and slashed hard, the sword energy went straight to the demon king.

The demon king didn't care at all, but when the sword energy reached his eyes, it seemed that thousands of mountains and mountains were squeezing him. His bones made a "click" sound under the gravity, as if they were about to break. Kung fu!

He released the domain in fright, and thousands of monsters in the domain collided with the heavy sword energy, and they were all torn into pieces, but they also successfully blocked the sword's momentum.

The demon king took the opportunity to retreat. He judged that his domain would not be able to pass the big gourd in front of him. In addition, if he kept supporting the domain, his demon power would be consumed rapidly. He was about to close the domain, but he felt the vast spiritual power sweeping in!

As soon as he raised his head, he saw that the stopper of the gourd's mouth disappeared at some point, and the salty seawater gushed out. The seawater was so dark that it seemed to be able to swallow the sun, and the surging waves rushed towards him!The water in the gourd is endless, as if containing hundreds of rivers. When the water comes, there will be storms, thunder and lightning, and the monsters in the demon king's domain will be submerged one after another.

After being hit by this blow, the demon king suddenly felt pain in his chest and abdomen, and bleeding came from his ears, nose and mouth.

But at this time, the sea came again, overwhelmingly knocking down trees, rolling up sand, gravel and mud, swallowing everything wherever it went. In a blink of an eye, the camp has become a country!

The demon king hastily turned into its original form, it was a giant wolf high on a hill, its eyes were red, its white teeth gleamed coldly, it was trying to resist the impact of sea water with its solid body.But the water was so strong that all the rocks in the water fell on it, almost pushing it down.The demon king roared up to the sky, and a full moon rose behind him. His bones swelled rapidly, his body became bigger, and he finally stood firmly in the wild waves!

Just as it was about to sacrifice its talisman, suddenly, the sea water froze quickly, and an extremely strong chill came in. The shattered ice spread from its limbs, imprisoning its struggle.

The demon king forced out his mighty demon power and tried to break through the ice, but at the moment it broke free, the gourd stopped in mid-air suddenly cracked, and the demon king subconsciously looked, but there was nothing in the gourd, it seemed like a magic weapon was broken to the limit Cracked.

It didn't have time to be happy, and suddenly felt that the consciousness was severely injured, and the body froze. Immediately, there was a sharp pain on the back, and a sharp weapon pierced into its flesh and blood, making a disgusting rubbing sound from the head to the tail.

There was another loud noise, and it saw the other half of its body.

Demon King, suddenly.

Jing Yue, who was in the air, looked at the corpse of the demon king split in two in the water, and let out a long sigh of relief.

At this time, his golden core was shaking slightly. Just now, he used the Zifu move in the Canglan swordsmanship-Qianshan Muxue across the border, and used all the spiritual power in his body to activate the treasure weapon, and displayed the ultimate treasure weapon. The extreme attack unleashed a spiritual collision that the physical body could not bear.In this way, although he did not see any external injuries, the viscera and meridians left great hidden dangers.

But he can't stop, there are still two Zifu demon cultivators!

No, maybe the other party will have reinforcements coming, this is the foggy forest!

With a flash of his figure, he chased after Wu Chen.

On the other side, Qin Yanzhi shrank his ground to an inch, and quickly rushed back to the southern camp guarded by Wanming Jianzong, just in time to bump into Wei Jianghan, the leader of the Guifuzong.

Wei Jianghan used the domain to trap all the disciples of the Wanming Sword Sect, including a sword cultivator in the Zifu period. Although the disciples of the Wanming Sword Sect were obviously at a disadvantage, the sword cultivators never forged ahead. In the past, their courage and the sword in their hands are the way!

All disciples only attack but not defend, keep attacking!Attack again!

Thousands of streamers kept shooting at Wei Jianghan in the center of the field, but they were often dismissed lightly by him. Even so, the sword cultivators were still aiming at the same goal, tirelessly sacrificing the swords connected to their souls!

Wei Jianghan jokingly said: "Now the Zhengdao alliance in the west has been wiped out by my ghost Fuzong; the Three Realms Temple has two demon kings suppressing it, and it is clear that it is difficult to protect itself; the Hanyunzong only has one Zifu in charge, and it is even more vulnerable. And The only feared member of Wanming Sword Sect, Qin Yanzhi, is nowhere to be found, and you guys are no match for me at all, so why bother?"

No one made a sound, but what he answered was a shocking sword shot from behind!

"what--"

Wei Jianghan let out a scream, and felt severe pain in his dantian. He lowered his head subconsciously, and saw a big hole in his lower abdomen, blood spurted out, and his intestines had slipped out of his body...

The strength of his body was rapidly draining, and Wei Jianghan raised his eyes in disbelief. At that moment, a silver-white cold light flashed in front of his eyes, as dazzling as the scorching sun, and burned his eyes instantly. After that, he couldn't see anything.

"Oh!"

Wei Jianghan fell to the ground, his head was cut from the eyes, milky white brains splashed all over the ground.

"Qin Zhenjun!"

The disciples who were still alive in the camp were all excited, but the situation that they thought they would die was reversed in one breath, and the rescuer was still Qin Zhenjun who had disappeared for a full year, it was like a dream!

Although they are not afraid of death, who wants to die?

But the excitement lasted for a few breaths, and everyone remembered the crisis they were facing at this time, and fell silent.

Although Zifu Jianxiu was curious about where Qin Zhenjun went before, it was inconvenient to ask more questions at this time, so he stepped forward and said: "Zhenjun, the situation is critical now, Gui Fuzong has joined forces with the Yaozu, and wants to kill all my righteous fellows! "

Qin Yanzhi's eyes were gloomy, he grabbed Zifu Jianxiu and raised his sword directly, flying towards the direction of Cold Cloud Sect!

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Jiji took the pointer and walked up to the podium wearing glasses.

It's time for class!Please open the sky-high price, no! On the first page of "Knowledge of Soul Sword", Teacher Lan will summarize for you...

1. Sword Soul can be transformed into various forms.

2. But the first mimicry will generally use the owner or the owner's preferences as a template, and the individuality is to use the one you like.

3. Sword Soul generally does not change appearance for no reason. They all regard themselves as human beings, and human beings will not change their appearance without incident.

Jiji: So you understand the point?

Student: No-clear-white!

Jiji: Is there anything you don't understand?There are too many dramas!