The devil has brought his family's Heavenly Tribulation down again

Just when Lu Yang was struggling with the superiority and inferiority of himself and the Lord Demon Lord, Ning Jiujiu was standing on the bank of the Wangsheng River, watching the black waves turbulent at the bottom of his feet, and the mist rolling, and frowned because of the mournful wails around him.

"quiet."

He spit out two words coldly.As a result, the waves at the bottom of the feet stopped for a moment, and the wailing sound disappeared all of a sudden.

"Lord Tiandao is so majestic." Someone walked towards him with brisk steps. On the overwhelming black wasteland, the man's bright yellow robe looked particularly eye-catching. It’s really gratifying to be out of the law.”

Ning Jiu stared at the visitor, and said slowly, "Eighteen?"

"Well, it's me. Why are you so surprised?" Shiba came to him, and he also looked down at the black river below, and smiled, "Do you think that you can only shape a human body, and other brothers can only stay forever?" in the sky?"

Ning Jiu put on a dull face and said nothing - he really thought so.

"I came to the ground because there is someone who can save me." After a moment of relative silence, he carefully considered his words and said, "This is my responsibility, as long as he doesn't die for a day..."

"It's up to you whether he dies or not." Shiba interrupted him without hesitation, looked up at him, and said, "Didn't that man go mad for no reason and gave you a heaven-defying pill?" Pills? The spiritual energy has increased a bit, and the cultivation base is better than before. Nineteen, you should be able to kill him now."

"I—" Ning Jiu's face froze.Recalling the scene where Lu Yang transformed the elixir and transferred the spiritual energy for him that day, he recited several meditation mantras silently, and then he calmed down, and said coldly, "No, the possibility of both dying together is too great."

"If we die together, we will die together." The visitor yelled nonchalantly, "Brother, you are Tao, it is calamity, that person will die when he dies, but you will not really die with him! Ten thousand years later, No. 19 will be reborn according to the times, and not a piece of meat will be short of you!"

"Death is the end, rebirth is the end."

Ning Jiu blurted out, and after a long moment of stunned, he realized what he had said.

Shiba also looked at him in astonishment, stayed for a while, and suddenly laughed wildly: "Aren't you the most annoying dragging words? In just a few months, you have been eroded by the world to this point, bad, bad!"

Ning Jiu gloomily agreed, and at the same time said that he would not risk his life to kill Lu Yang, this topic ends here.

"I have something to ask you for your help. Of course, I didn't expect you to come here in human form at first." He lowered his head to look at the River of Rebirth again, and said, "Our spiritual consciousness communicates without any hindrance. What are you doing? Do you have to come here from the sky?”

Shiba replied triumphantly, "I have nothing to do."

"..." Ning Nineteen was being driven to wander around the world, and he was so tired that he lost ten catties, so he was extremely jealous of what his colleagues said, and reluctantly said, "Eighteen, help me find someone."

"Name, gender, race, age, grade." Shiba squinted at him with his fingers, and snorted, "I won't ask you anything else, since you've asked me for it, want to come to those places where you live now and become famous? You don't know anything about it. But you should have some clues about names, right?"

Ning Nineteen gritted his teeth and said, "Tanlang, man, I don't know the rest."

Eighteen was dumbfounded, and it took a long time before he gave a dry laugh, and said: "In the real world, there are a total of 680 people named Tanlang—this is still among the cultivators; if you include ordinary people, this number is afraid to be multiplied by Ten, or multiplied by a hundred..."

Ning Nineteen said angrily: "That's right, I've been running all over the world these days, and I only discovered this in the end—the name Tanlang is so vulgar! It's so vulgar!!"

Shiba patted him on the shoulder pityingly, and asked kindly: "What about other information? Do you really know nothing? Or, why did you find him? Where did you hear the name?"

When Ning Jiu saw that he didn't know anything about Huatan's illusion, his last sliver of hope was dashed, and his tone became a little weird: "Well, actually... I do know a little bit of other information."

"Say it earlier." Shiba said impatiently, "Stop rambling, tell me all at once, so that I can help you with the screening."

Ning Jiu said word by word: "From below..."

"Bottom, um."

"and also--"

"and also."

Lu Yang's sincerity when describing Tanlang's appearance clearly emerged in front of his eyes.A vein popped out of Ning Jiu's forehead suddenly: "It is said that the man looks very much like my father..."

"..."

After a long time, Shiba pointed to the River of Rebirth at the bottom of his feet with his trembling fingers, and said with a smile: "Wonderful, just this one sentence, 680 seven out of 680 people were screened out... The answer is only There's only one left."

……

Qian Xiufeng.

More than 20 days have passed since Yuntang went down the mountain.After the big hole in the small courtyard on the top of the mountain was filled, the brothers and sisters never came again.Anyway, Lu Yang has been staying behind closed doors, so it's useless for them to come.

On this day, several heavy dark clouds floated over Qianxiu Peak, bringing a rare heavy rain.The rain splashed the plantains and smashed the windows, awakening Lu Yang who was sleeping at the table.

"Well...it's such a troublesome thing to write a book." Lu Yang raised his head wearily, and looked at the stacks of rice paper on the table.It was filled with all kinds of characters, recording all the experience he had accumulated in his previous life, enough for a cultivator to climb from the beginning to the top.There are majestic avenues, as well as tricky methods, involving more than [-] aspects such as spell practice, warming magic treasures, refining elixir, drawing formations, killing demons, enlightening the way, and forcibly crossing the catastrophe. , covers everything.

He counted the number of pages: "More than 1000 pages, two hundred words per page, there should be tens of thousands of words."

If this book is spread out, it will definitely be regarded as a treasure because of its breadth, breadth, and practicality, and Lu Yang's name will also spread throughout the world.

Think about Long Yue, who is such an all-powerful person, but dies and dies, leaving nothing behind.And with this book, Lu Yang firmly surpassed him in this respect.

"After ten thousand years, people will praise my name because of this book, not yours." Lu Yang stood up with a smile, snapped his fingers lightly, and a small flame sprang up from his fingertips.He leisurely threw the flames on the table, seeing his 20 days of painstaking efforts being burned, after a moment of distraction, he burst out laughing.

"When I fight with you, I will lose. And when I don't fight - can you beat me, a dead man?"

He strode over and pushed open the door.Hua Jing felt bored because Lu Yang didn't talk to her, so she went to the back mountain to guard Begonia to listen to the mountain music, so no one came to take care of him.

It was raining heavily, and the sky and the earth were misty.Lu Yang's whole body was full of aura, which isolated the rainwater from his body.He leisurely walked around the yard, and when he left the gate, he already had a green long sword in his hand.

"Passing water sword, the sword of great evil." Lu Yang put the sword on his waist, followed Chu Er's example, gently stroked the hilt with his right hand, and got addicted to being a sword repairman.It's a pity that apart from his posture, he doesn't know how to think, and his temperament is not pure. This swordsman can be said to be quite perfunctory.He didn't care too much, thinking about the history of the sword in his hand, "The last two sword masters seem to have died tragically, and one of them seems to be my ancestor? Alas, he was killed by someone before he died. The shame of teasing, even thousands of years of fame can't hide..."

The cultivators are sometimes quite superstitious. When the Dead Water Sword was born, it coincided with the demon lord ravaging the world, and everyone was in danger.After the two sword masters died tragically at the hands of the devil one after another, everyone said that the sword was bad luck, and would attract evil people like Long Yue to the master, and they all avoided it for fear of not being able to do so.

When Si Li fell, Huayin did not dare to take over her master's legacy sword at that time, and was reluctant to destroy it, so she hid it in the jade spring and threw it to Chu Yuan; The water sword is a first-grade magic weapon without psychics, so he threw it to Yuntang with disdain; Go to worship.

Now that the demon lord is dead and the culprit is gone, this sword has also been forgotten for a long time, and it has long been covered with a thick layer of dust.If Lu Yang hadn't seen the second sword after running all over the yard, he had no choice but to pick this one, it would have stayed on the wardrobe for a while longer.

With the sword, Lu Laomo was excited to go down the mountain to look for Yuntang, but he had a sudden thought and remembered a certain place on the mountain.

"Let's just practice your hands." Lu Yang gently pulled out the Passing Water Sword, staring at the blue long sword like a bay of clear springs, and thought, "Let this thing drink some blood too, after sleeping for too long , don't get dull."

He made up his mind, he chuckled, and then threw the Passing Water Sword into the air, and jumped up lightly himself.

Flying on the sword and flying on the clouds are two completely different experiences.Lu Yang was a little overbearing at the beginning, he went on the rampage according to his own "fantastic world" rhetoric, and almost broke his neck.

Afterwards, he restrained himself a little, and first slowly controlled the long sword to fly around the top of the mountain for half an hour, and then began to accelerate, rotate, stop abruptly, write big characters in the air... constantly trying to figure out how to control it in different ways.

Lu Yang's level of manipulation of spiritual energy is still higher than Yuntang's, but he has just awakened his spiritual energy, and the storage of spiritual energy is a bit small, which is not enough for him to do some shocking things.But like this kind of skill work with flying swords, he only spent a short time, and he has already explored many ways.

It rained for a whole day, and Lu Yang also flew for a whole day.

When the rain was over and the sky was clear, and the rainbow was bridged high in the sky, Lu Yang finally exhausted his spiritual energy, and landed unsteadily from the sky, and fell onto the dew-covered grass in the forest.

His clothes were completely wet, but Lu Yang didn't get up, and he didn't look up to see the Passing Water Sword slanted on the side - he was really exhausted.

"Happy!" He only uttered such a hearty cry from the bottom of his heart, then yawned, and fell asleep on his back.