I'm afraid of myself

When the world was divided into two open windows, He Jinyang, who could not tell from his expression what an indescribable feat he had done, floated down.

The wind blew through his white clothes, and the decisiveness that did not exist in his temperament emerged in other people's impressions of him in an unobtrusive manner.

His handsome appearance was as clear as an invisible wind, meeting Xiang Siyu's eyes, the corners of his mouth were not obvious.

In this state, He Jinyang himself can feel the difference between him and the Confucian scholars. Should it be said that the more times the same person is possessed, the weaker the influence on the character?

He Jinyang, who at least realized that he was not like the first time he wanted to kill the devil when he saw the demon cultivator, pondered for a moment, and without any surprise, he perceived several big monsters from far to near. Not close, it will take some time for them to arrive.

Looking at Xiang Siyu, He Jinyang thought of a good idea just now.

It can not only resolve Xiang Siyu's knots, but also fulfill Zhongli's family's entrustment. The most important thing is that he can take this opportunity to get the secret support of Penglai Mountain Lord to help him find the other two immortal artifacts.

The Huahuashui pear fan is actually one of the targets provided by the system, which makes him prone to various associations, and Xiang Siyu, who sent it to him, is also a part of this task. Unusual special character?

Now it seems that it is not impossible.

Out of the consideration of not letting go of any opportunity, He Jinyang cautiously made a suggestion, but from the outside, he was still so indifferent, his appearance was like a cold, arrogant and upright who almost melted into the wind.

"Stop talking nonsense."

After making a decision, four words sealed the mouth of Xiang Siyu who wanted to say something.

He Jinyang looked at the huge crack and said coldly: "I have an idea. If you can agree, you don't have to worry about continuing to choose between dilemmas after you leave Penglai."

Xiang Siyu was stunned: "I... Is there anything I can do?"

He bit his lower lip, his expression quickly transitioned into firmness amidst the complexity.

Seeing this, He Jinyang smiled slightly.

"It's very simple, what if you meet a big enemy who needs the Mountain Lord to fuse with the Dragon Ball?"

Xiang Siyu's stunned expression is no longer enough to describe the change in his expression, but there is no way to ignore the flash of anticipation in the entanglement.

If there is such a "big enemy", it is indeed logical, but...

Before he could open his mouth to ask, Pingping's sword came without warning, and Xiang Siyu hurriedly dodged backwards, but half of his sleeve had already been caught in Jie Zhan's sword.

"Lord of the mountain!"

The female mirage who rushed here in a hurry saw Xiang Siyu almost in distress at the first sight, her eyes turned red on the spot, and the dense and tangible mirage was scattered by her, instantly blurring Xiang Siyu's figure , appearing again is to come to her.

And in the second after she completed this series of actions, a sword mercilessly cut off the female mirage's innate supernatural power, and all the mirage dissipated as if being swallowed.

Female Mirage and the others watched helplessly as the sword edge found where they were, and swung it down again.

The terrifying sword force was pressed down out of thin air, like a thousand mountains overturned, the space was broken inch by inch, all this invisible power was given to the tip of the sword, and all tangible things were cut off by the tip of the sword.

"No, run away!"

Kunpeng made a decisive decision with a clear bird song, the powerful force that overturned the endless clouds, even the sword with the weight of the mountain would inevitably pause, and this second is an opportunity.

The ancient big monster flew thousands of miles high with one wing.

Nu Mirage and Xiang Siyu were sent tens of thousands of miles away by him.

"Kunpeng!" Before Kunpeng moved, he tacitly transformed himself into a mirage enveloping Xiangsiyu's female mirage. He looked around just as soon as he regained his human form. He didn't find his shadow, but he saw a very high-pitched bird cry in the distance. , Gritting her teeth, she shouted: "Tiannan!"

"I'm here."

Taotie, who followed Kunpeng's suggestion to stay in the distance, also arrived at the first time. It was not surprising to see Xiang Siyu who was silent beside her, but instead focused on another matter.

"The talk broke down?"

The female mirage gritted her teeth: "I didn't even talk about it at all. I saw that guy attacking the mountain master as soon as I arrived!"

Tian Nan frowned, and asked Xiang Siyu, "How could the mountain master be with others? No, that's not the point. The point is, does the mountain master know who he is?"

Xiang Siyu was in a state of confusion, and He Jinyang said that he would do it faster than he could think. At this time, facing Tiannan's question, his mind was overwhelmed, and what He Jinyang said when he started flashed like lightning in his mind.

"He said he has something to do with Ling Chengfeng!"

No matter how the content was blurted out, after finishing speaking, Xiang Siyu realized the strangeness of these three words.

However, Tian Nan, who was no stranger to these three words, frowned even tighter.

"I didn't guess wrong, but how did he get down?"

Xiang Siyu hurriedly said: "Do you know who he is?"

Tian Nan said "hmm" and looked into the distance, the birds chirped continuously, and the sword aura that crossed the sky from time to time fully revealed the fierce battle in the other direction.

"A celestial power who ascended 2 years ago, logically speaking, it is impossible for him to return to the realm of comprehension."

The female mirage asked anxiously: "Is there no exception?"

"Yes, there is, but I can't think of why he did it," Tian Nan was puzzled. Whether it was the discovery of a monk suspected of Ling Chengfeng in Penglai, or the fact that he was an enemy of his side, it was extremely puzzling. It's a matter of clearing the mind, but no matter what, Kunpeng can't last long.

The cries from afar, to the cultivators, seemed to be chaotic tones, but to these demon cultivators, it was the news that Kunpeng risked his life to spread.

Tiannan: "Kunpeng said that the other party is most likely Ling Chengfeng's lower realm avatar, and his strength is not at its peak. He can handle it for the time being, so let's take this opportunity and run!"

"Wait, what about the mountain master?" The female mirage was even more inexplicable than Tiannan and the others, her alluring facial features twisted into scary shapes, "Penglai does not allow living dragons to step in!"

Tiannan: "It doesn't matter, the other party may also want to leave here. The exit is behind the huge space crack, but we have to be careful not to be swallowed by space turbulence."

A gleam of joy flashed in the female mirage's eyes, she was always worried about Xiang Siyu.

"So, the mountain master can leave too?"

"There's no time," another shrill cry sounded, and Tian Nan, who was about to explain something, grabbed the female mirage without hesitation, and the female mirage fled toward the crack holding Xiang Siyu in her arms.

Passing on the information he discovered before the battle, Kunpeng then tried his best to resist He Jinyang's sword edge. Although the strength of "Ling Chengfeng" in front of him was not as terrible as in memory, but relying on his rough skin and thick flesh that he had cultivated over the years was enough. Not a solution.

One didn't pay attention, and a large piece of feather was cut off again, Kunpeng's hair stood on end and let out a mournful cry.

He Jinyang had never seen such a vivid expression on the face of a bird other than his own black bird, and the speed of swinging the sword inevitably slowed down a bit.

And this time, Kunpeng's figure rapidly enlarged. The real Kunpeng's wings were thousands of miles away, and his figure was so huge that it almost covered the sky.

From the perspective of volume, it is more convenient to delay time in this form.

He Jinyang also wanted to procrastinate, but not in Penglai.

With a cold look, Jie Zhan flew into the sky, stirring up the spiritual sources in all directions, and the sword energy accumulated over thousands of years wiped out all over the world, and the black and red evil energy that could be seen by the naked eye flowed and burned from the sword, dripping like a liquid, but Its size is also constantly expanding and expanding, to the point where Kunpeng would turn blue.

Holding "Jie Zhan" in one hand, He Jinyang floated in the air expressionlessly, with the boundless mountains behind him as his background, and Ling Ran's brows filled with a dust-free cold arrogance.

Kunpeng was inevitably recalled by this expression that Ling Chengfeng cut off his wings with a sword. Ling Chengfeng also had this expression back then, ruthless and ruthless who didn't pay attention to anyone or anything.

As if the shadows of the past reappeared in front of the eyes, the brown feathers spread out in unison. In an instant, countless feather arrows flew towards He Jinyang with a whirlwind that shredded the air. The spiritual power soared and filled Kunpeng's blood-red eyes. The teeth open and close.

Kunpeng: "Ling Chengfeng!"

Hatred and resentment are the most delicious food in Longzhong. Attracted by Kunpeng's brutal grudge against Ling Chengfeng, countless black dragons flew out from the ground, feeding on resentment, occupying half of the sky, together with Kunpeng He rushed towards He Jinyang.

Jie Zhan trembled, and the fierce chill calmed the evil spirits in the world. Even if it was facing a big monster that existed in ancient times, the sword soul still held high its fighting spirit, and without fear or fear, it could unleash the blackening dragon soul's continuous resentment with a single wave. Stir big holes.

"Ah."

He laughed contemptuously, his stern eyebrows were so noble and untainted by any evil arrogance, and the black hair floating in the air fit close to the back of his neck.

The murderous man with the sword stepped forward step by step, every time the mammoth sword edge was attacked by the dragon soul, he swung it, and the severed dragon head fell from the air weakly, and when it fell to the ground, it "bang!" ——” and it dissipated into smoke.

The closer he was to Kunpeng, the less the resentment that had covered the sky for a long time, and the more exhausted the power that could condense into a dragon shape. When He Jinyang stood in front of Kunpeng, Jie Zhan, who slaughtered thousands of demons in ancient times, was almost the size of a pillar of heaven. .

With a blank face, he swung down fiercely at Kunpeng, who was showing his demonic state. He Jinyang could see how the sword edge tore apart countless grievances, and Kunpeng must have felt the pressure of the sword first.

The incomparable oppressive force is like a fairy riding the wind holding up thousands of giant peaks and throwing them down, making people feel their own insignificance before being afraid. No courage to resist.

"what!"

After the extremely clear bird song, it was Kunpeng's powerless figure falling to the ground.

The immortal in white with a sword let the wind blow through his clothes, all the resentment in the air was swallowed up by the Jie Zhan sword and returned to a clear sky.

The cloud line stretched under his feet, and he walked towards the crack, unhurriedly, as if death was approaching step by step.

The author has something to say: Do you have any thoughts on this successor?

Zhou Fanmou Ke Dongxiang Yu (curved eyes): Interesting and interesting.

Confucian student shaking the fan (smiling): I am very happy.

(Gender unknown, identity unknown, meeting you is unlucky) Arrow God Da Da (upright): He will be beaten to death by Ling Chengfeng.

Divine Wind Immortal Venerable (indifferent): Waiting for him to ascend.