Green Immortals

Qingyan pushed Feng Bitian aside, and when he saw the woman who died tragically on the bed, his eyes were burning with anger.

Hei Jian called out in his mouth, "You are so ruthless! Feng Bitian! Thanks to my elder brother's compassion for you, you are really not worthy of my elder brother's care for you. What offended you? You want to disembowel it and die at home, why are you still alive? Why don't you kill yourself!"

The pitch-black sword that said this was filled with surging immortal power, and it stabbed at Feng Bitian's eyes. Feng Bitian was injured and barely grasped the imposing blade with his hands.

Feng Bitian looked at Qing Yan full of grief, compared to the little slug who always loved to haunt him before, the young man was full of aura, just like holding his brother's sword in his hand to show mercy.

But there is more hostility.

When he was young, he encountered a catastrophe of extermination of the clan, and hatred took root in his heart since he was a child. The originally upright young son lived day and night in hatred with his senior brother. His current methods are so ruthless. But if it comes to this fate, Feng Bitian has his own share.

So he has no reason to reprimand.

The wound in his stomach was bleeding, and Feng Bitian, who was constantly oppressed by the power of the Forgiving Sword, vomited two puddles of blood foam from his mouth.

This is a great humiliation for the immortal family. As long as people who get it or do not do evil things that anger and resent others, they will generally not persuade them to commit suicide, and because the immortal family has an unwritten secret rule, people in the immortal way are not allowed to talk to each other. Kill, otherwise there will be a big cause and effect fall in the future.Therefore, even if Feng Bitian did the act of killing demons a hundred years ago, he didn't have any power to deal with him at that time.

At most, the Chinese immortal family besieged him and used all means to make him unable to bear the torture and commit suicide. Unfortunately, in the cycle of heaven, he, Feng Bitian, came back again.

Feng Bitian glanced at the eyes of the evil baby on the bed who were drooling at Qingyan from the corner of her eye. Seeing her locked eyes, her whole body gathered strength, she couldn't help pushing Qingyan away from her side, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Qing Yan fell to the ground, looking at herself in surprise, Feng Bitian couldn't help explaining: "There is something wrong with this evil spirit, you almost died here just now!"

Qing Yan broke into a cold sweat when he heard this, he himself was only focused on arguing with Feng Bitian just now, but he forgot about this place, evil spirits are raging, there must be evil things causing trouble, he was so careless for a moment that he dared not be careless again.

Going to look at the evil spirit Feng Bitian mentioned on the bed, it was clearly a child under the moon, with his mother's blood on his body, the lightning flashed and thundered, it was very terrifying.But I saw Feng Bitian, turned around and raised his sword, and walked towards the baby. This person was seriously injured, but he still wanted to stab the evil spirit he said in his mouth with all his might. Above hovered a dragon-shaped cyan lightning created by the item just now. The cyan lightning exuded a strong evil energy all over its body, but it vassalized behind Feng Bitian.

When did the blue and purple evil dragon come into the house?Qing Yan was terrified, when Feng Bitian was about to stab the sword into the baby, the evil dragon behind that person became more active, but the person who was about to be stabbed opened his eyes and looked at the scene curiously .

"Injustice, don't mess around!" Qing Yan shouted and grabbed Feng Bitian, of course he caught Feng Bitian who was seriously injured, how could he be an opponent?There was no immortal power circulating on the bibai sword, and it fell in front of the target again like a gray dust sword.

Qingyan tied Feng Bitian with the merciless sword tassel, and sneered, "I was almost deceived by you. I haven't seen you in a hundred years. You have more skills for smooth words and tricks, but remember, I am no longer the ignorant person I was before. Luyan's child."

After finishing speaking, there was a slap, but it was Qing Yan who slapped Feng Bitian who was bound by his hands, and there was a raging hatred hidden in the young man's eyes.

Many people stepped in from the door, they were two groups of people who met and confronted each other in front of the woods.

The young man in yellow shirt stepped into the door and saw the vicious young man, he slapped the Phoenix Immortal and said angrily: "Mr. Feng!" Then he turned his head to look at the expressionless Qing Yan and said, " No matter which immortal family you are in the Moon Palace, you can't humiliate a fellow immortal like this, it's too deceiving!"

"Too much deceit!" Qing Yan seemed to have heard some interesting joke, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he squinted and said: "I am deceiving this trash with no immortal power, what has nothing to do with you! Oh, look at my memory, It seems that I just casually patted some ants when passing by the woods, presumably the ants were not convinced, and came to me to cry again!"

Le Xiao suddenly heard such harsh words, his face turned red in a moment of annoyance, pointing to the Qingyan with his back turned to him, he only said three words you.

Qingyan Songxia grabbed Feng Bitian's hand, then turned his face, but just as he joked in his mouth, he looked at Le Xiao like a moth afraid of blood, that was calm built up with countless corpses.

Qing Yan stopped laughing, and he slowly picked up Le Xiao who was merciful, half-closed his eyes and only talked about you, and said: "If you don't agree, what will you do? Let's fight again. When I lose, I will not just I slapped this trash on the face..."

Le Xiao couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "Give it to me!" The servants behind him drew their swords and attacked the young man in the pink shirt, but the people around Qing Yan were not vegetarians, and the swords and swords that hadn't been aroused just now were on one side at this moment. There was agitation in the cramped thatched hut.

There are still casualties in the fights of ordinary people, let alone people who practice Taoism.

The two sides are fighting, you come and go, be more careful.Taking advantage of the chaos, Le Xiao sneaked inside and saw Feng Bitian was covered in blood, and looked at the miserable scene on the bed. He couldn't help speeding up his hands and feet and untied the knot that tied Feng Bitian in a panic. Like the adornment of the Merciless Sword of the Qing Banquet, the knot is getting more and more messy as it is untied.

"Your mind is messed up! Take the move!"

Le Xiao felt a pain in his chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood. It was Qing Yan who hit him from the back. He was not good at cultivation, and he was protected by a trace of immortal energy from the immortal sect. Strength, high and low points, the battle in the woods just now, must not be the full strength of this person.

Le Xiao said angrily, "You're the one who sneaked up on me from behind!"

Qing Yan succeeded in one blow, but he was not in a hurry to take his life.Holding mercy in his hand, he stabbed in the air, "I won't take advantage of you, draw your sword quickly! Let you experience the real swordsmanship of the immortal sect before you die!"

The boy in the yellow shirt closed his eyes and said nothing, and he really didn't intend to grasp the sword that was already ringing at his waist.

Qing Yan raised his sword and said softly: "You can't blame me over there." After saying that, he turned his hands sideways and slashed at the head of the yellow-shirted young man with all his strength.

A loud shout burst out in the air: "Zhuzi Ganer!"

The voice pierced through the hall, Qing Yan was like blood being stirred up, and suddenly a strong wind blew up outside the courtyard, separating the scene of the scuffle between the crowd, Qing Yan's hands were actually blocked by the wind and couldn't move.

I didn't know what to do in the blink of an eye, but I saw a burly man in black, pinching Qing Yan's hands, and his other hand was pointing to a black-faced gold-rimmed fan. There were no calligraphy or paintings on the fan, and he would Tie a red rope that hangs down in two strands to the bone of the fan, and two round white jade beads are attached to the end of the rope.

The man opened his mouth, and the majestic voice hit his head, only to hear the man ask: "When did a person like you kill indiscriminately in the immortal world, aren't you afraid of perishing?"

Qingyan looked up, first there was a middle-aged Taoist with a dark face and beardless, thinking for a moment, he didn't know how powerful this black-faced man was, seeing this man wanted to protect the boy in yellow shirt, he dropped his immortal power and retreated to the side to stare at him. Looking at him, he said: "It's him meddling in his own business. What does it have to do with me avenging my own family! As for the Dao of perishing? My practice has never been for the purpose of becoming an immortal and attaining the Tao. It makes no difference to me whether I perish or not. .”

The people known as Heihe Wugui became a little interested when they heard such strange words, but the black shadow that flashed from behind him pinched the boy's neck again in the next moment, and immediately used Xianli to slap The boy who fanned him suddenly knelt down on the ground, under the boy's messy robe, he could actually see the bright red blood stains gradually soaking his knees.

Heihe Wumei sighed, "Wuyi—do not break the precept!"

Qing Yan raised his head sharply, and saw his second greatest enemy in the world—Wuyi. He was slapped to the point of blood, but he did not forget to taunt the cold-faced boy who wore the same pattern as the man in black, "Oh! You are really a good servant of Feng Bitian! The master remembers every bit of everything he has received."

Heihe Wumei on the side couldn't help interjecting, "Young master, Wuyi has already entered my sect, and he should be my eldest disciple under Heihe. Dai has my surname. He is no longer a slave, but a slave. Heihe has no clothes!"

Qing Yan moved a few steps towards the bed, squinted his eyes, and said without changing his contemptuous expression: "Oh, Heihe Wuyi, I don't know, there used to be a shameless Feng Wuyi. The person who was glued to him... …Don’t worry about it, Feng Bitian, Feng Bitian, now that you have swapped identities with him, maybe because of the former friendship, he can keep you from being tortured day and night in the future, haha... "

Qing Yan laughed maniacally, ignoring the blood stains, sitting on the ground staring at the corner of the bed, where lay a person whose shirt was half red with blood.

Wuyi's hands trembled slightly, and he leaned down to support Feng Bitian against his body. He wiped off the blood that Feng Bitian vomited with his hands, and then called Feng Bitian, "Young master——" The voice was soft, as if As if afraid of shocking Feng Bitian.

Feng Bitian fainted from the pain just now, but when he heard Wuyi call him, he slowly opened his eyes. He could not help but close his eyes again due to the blood in the room, but Wuyi whispered in his ear, "Don't Close your eyes! My lord, will you take a look at me?" Feng Bitian wondered: "I persuaded him to leave, why did he feel wronged instead, so he opened his eyes again, and said with a slight smile: "Open your eyes, just open your eyes But I dare not look at your cold face, boring."

However, Wuyi moved the corner of his mouth, and suddenly changed into the appearance of the panda in the Moon Palace. Not only Feng Bitian froze, but even the two young masters next to him were so startled that they gasped again and again.

Wuyi said again: "Did it scare you? This is the appearance I used to walk in the mortal world." After speaking carefully, he changed back to the appearance of a cold-faced handsome boy.

Heihe Wumei coughed twice, and seeing everyone looking at him, he said: "It's so miserable, it's really pitiful, I have sent a letter to inform the Taoist of Weizhe Mountain, and he will comfort the souls of people here when he passes by."

Feng Bitian struggled to get up and said: "You said that there will be people coming from Weizhe Mountain? What are they coming for? Who is it?"

Heihe Wumei looked at Feng Bitian and smiled, "That's right, it's your original fairy gate, and all the people you want will come here."

Feng Bitian was surprised, and Wuyi explained again: "Recently, there have been many incidents of cultivating disciples being contaminated with evil thoughts in several places in the Xianzong, because they are all in the mortal world, so the people on the Moon Palace set up the Immortal Dao Association in the palace to investigate and discuss this matter. Master and I are also here for this."

"Evil thoughts? Tell me in detail..." Feng Bitian looked directly at Wuyi Baiyu's face, but Wuyi lowered his gaze, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, just as he was about to continue talking.

But Heihe Wumei stepped in, "It's too late, let's talk on the road." After speaking, he threw the black fan in his hand in the courtyard and turned it into a small boat, directing everyone to go up.

In a blink of an eye, a child was holding Feng Bitian's back tightly, like a cub holding a mother animal tightly.

He said in a deep voice, "Do you want to take this child with you?"

Feng Bitian's back was held tightly by the child, but he said in his mouth: "It's okay, if you want to pick it up, you can pick it up."

When Feng Bitian sat on the black fan, Heihe Wumei drove the black umbrella and flew towards the distant palace.