The cub with the fairy ran away

On the plateau is an endless blue sky, no wind or cloud, only roaring battle horns, and thick blood.Spiritual energy and demonic energy intertwine and collide in the air. There are too many people and the substance is gathered. Thick white and black are entangled and split, as if the good and the evil are naturally separated.

According to Master Changyu's plan, if they want to dampen the momentum of the demon cultivators, they must be dealt a heavy blow.

Kuang Yang didn't show up, the apparent leader of the Demon Cultivator team was Can Yu, another venerable in the Demon Cultivator.Remnant Feather, with red hair like fire, is high above the magic bird swallowing the sky.With a light wave of the flag in his hand, the magic repair team waved like an arm.

Xianxiu and Moxiu were fighting vigorously. At this moment, a piano sound suddenly came from behind Can Yu.The tips of his ears moved slightly, his complexion changed drastically, he turned over and jumped down to swallow Tianpeng!But with just one sound of the piano, his left ear was bleeding and deaf.

The sound of the piano is clear, like ice in the northernmost wilderness, and every sound is condensed into the sharpest ice blade in the world. Under the frantic song, Tianpeng's wings were stained with blood, the wound was deep, and it fell straight to the ground.Struggling to flick it twice, it didn't move.

Can Yu said loudly: "It turns out to be Venerable Guqin."

The green kite floated in the sky, and Yin Huaimeng's expression was as cold as ice.He ignored Can Yu and played the piano by himself.

Suddenly, a devilish energy rose from Can Yu's body, protecting him from the sound of the piano.He waved the flag again, and the dead Tun Tianpeng suddenly moved again, surrounded by the devilish energy.The crimson eyes turned into dead black, and the sharp claws stretched out a few feet, rushing towards Yin Huaimeng screaming.

"The art of protecting corpses is the trick of sprites." Yin Huaimeng sneered.

His pale and slender fingers stroked the strings, and the heaven and earth resonated with the sound of the piano.

"Zheng-"

"Zheng-"

With one sound, Tun Tianpeng was strangled again, and with one sound, the flag in Can Yu's hand was cut off.

There is a strong wind in the air, and the sound of the piano is like thunder.

At the end of the battle, there was a rain of blood.Can Yu died, and there was not even a drop of blood on Yin Huaimeng's white clothes.

"Remnant Yu lost!" Chang Yu was overjoyed.

Remnant Yuqi lost his soul, Moxiu also felt it, and suddenly became a little confused.

Chang Yu couldn't help sighing: "It is so easy to kill a venerable Huajing even if he is backlashed by the ruthless way, his cultivation base is damaged, and he hasn't been diligent for a hundred years. The venerable Guqin is amazing."

Ba Jian laughed and said: "The lack of cultivation does not mean that the combat power has not improved. In the past hundred years, Gu Qin has never let herself go."

Moxiu lost a round.

The disciples of Xianmen took a short rest.Yin Huaimeng glanced at the crowd lightly, but still did not see Jiang Suilan.He frowned slightly, wondering what kind of temper Jiang Suilan was playing again.

Yin Huaimeng took out the messenger jade slip to call Jiang Suilan, but he failed to answer the call for a long time.

He paused, then turned to look for Chang Yu.

"Contact the original station and ask if Jiang Suilan is there." He said concisely.

Chang Yu knew about their relationship, guessed that something happened, so he hurried to contact him.The response was quick, "Not here," said the other side.

Yin Huaimeng suppressed his anger.

He had Jiang Suilan's soul lamp in his hand. The soul lamp was not extinguished, and it was burning vigorously, which meant that Jiang Suilan was fine, but he didn't know where he went.

Are you mad at him?

ignore the general interest!

As soon as he got angry, Wuqingdao rebelled in his dantian meridians.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, desire.

Any one of these seven emotions violates the ruthless way.

The pain came fiercely, and the veins on the back of Yin Huaimeng's hands bulged. He immediately sat down cross-legged and meditated, adjusting his breathing and the aura in the dantian meridians.

Halfway through the breath adjustment, the sound of heaven and earth cracking suddenly sounded in my ears.

Immortal sect disciples ran wildly and shouted the news: "The devil's attack is coming——"

"Mozun Kuangyang! It's Kuangyang!"

The night is like splashed ink, with no stars and no moon.

Yin Huaimeng opened his eyes.

Qingyuan listened to his instructions, went under him, and took him up to the sky.Not far away is the dark demon cultivator. The defeat in the daytime made them lose their momentum, but when Kuang Yang appeared, they immediately turned into passion and madness.

Above the demon cultivator team was a Tuntianpeng that was bigger than Can Yu's. Its feathers were as sharp as metal and glowed with a golden cold light.Standing on Tun Tianpeng's back was a man wearing a strange mask, who was Kuang Yang.

Beside him are... two people, two faces that look so similar.

A black belt was tied over Jiang Suilan's eyes, and his eyes were dark.He was dazed as if he had just woken up, with the sound of wind and battle in his ears, and his hands were tied behind his back.Jiang Suilan murmured, "Wenci Liu?"

The Mozun put his wildly big hands on the back of his neck, stroking him like a small animal, and said with a low smile, "It's me."

"Where is this? When is it?..."

"Is the Styx wine good last night?"

Jiang Suilan was a little uneasy. He said "it's delicious" and then said "but..." and struggled.

"Shhh, good boy." Kuang Yang comforted him while unfastening his blindfold.

Seeing the light again, Jiang Suilan was stunned by the scene in front of him.

He turned his head to look at Kuang Yang stiffly, and said in disbelief, "Are you a demon?"

Kuang Yang saluted slightly, and said: "I'm just a mere talent, my title is Kuang Yang."

Jiang Suilan: ...Fuck me.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around to run as if he suddenly realized it.

Kuang Yang grabbed his skirt and told him to stay on Tun Tianpeng.He pointed to the white-clothed immortal who was riding a green kite not far away, with a chuckle in his tone: "Look, who's here."

"Master." Jiang Suilan murmured.

Yin Huaimeng only saw one other person.

Kuang Yang stood up, and said to Yin Huaimeng with a nasty smile: "Venerable Guqin, I have long admired his name. This is my right protector, Lou Bing."

"Senior brother!"

Jiang Suilan was stunned.He had never seen Yin Huaimeng like this.It seems to be heartbroken, it seems to be ecstatic, it seems to be like a dream, it seems to be unbelievable.

junior?Which junior?Lou Bing, Lou...

Jiang Suilan turned his head and saw that face.She has fair skin, a straight nose, and a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes.

Eight points like him.

Lou Bing.

Lou Qiongshu.

Qiongzhi Yushu is ice.

Jiang Suilan suddenly understood what the brothers and sisters said in a low voice.

What the senior brother said that day was: "Besides, Jiang Suilan looks very much like Lou Qiongshu. After Lou Qiongshu's death, Guqin Immortal Venerable's path was damaged, and he was depressed for a long time. In order to prevent the Venerable from being sad, the head ordered me to wait He kept his mouth shut and did not mention that Uncle Lou in front of him. Later, when this little Lou Qiongshu appeared, Venerable Guqin seemed to have regained his soul. In order to keep Jiang Suilan, the headmaster did not let us mention Uncle Lou. That Jiang Suilan's cultivation talent is mediocre, and he was not allowed to enter our Yanqi Mountain, but only for Venerable Guqin—everything is for Venerable Guqin!—The head of the sect forced Venerable Guqin to accept him as a disciple, and get along day and night. Today. It’s a pity...Jiang Suilan is not a serious disciple after all, but he was born with Guqin Venerable and exists to calm the Guqin Venerable’s state of mind... To put it bluntly, a plaything. Outsiders think that Guqin Venerable is the only one I'm afraid even Jiang Suilan himself thought so, only us direct disciples who have been in Yanqi Mountain for a long time know the secret, alas."

The junior sister said: "Ah, so pitiful."

With red eyes, Jiang Suilan took a step forward and shouted, "Master!"

Look at me, not only Lou Qiongshu is here, but I am also here.

Yin Huaimeng glanced at him.

only one glance.

"Junior Brother, these years..." Yin Huaimeng closed his eyes and looked at Lou Bing, eyes full of greed, as if he couldn't get enough of it, he said softly, "You are not dead, it's good."

Lou Bing smiled and said, "Brother, long time no see."