How Immortals and Demons Fall in Love Through Different Paths

Jing Xingzong's "Sky Net Formation" has always been extremely cautious, and the shooting area can be as small as possible. Tong Shu's stepping into the formation means that he is not far from the center of the formation.

Sure enough, the sound of fierce fighting inside could be heard soon.

After listening to "Ping Ping Qiang Qiang" for a while, Tong Shu couldn't help wondering: Jing Xingzong was vigorous and resolute, why was he so procrastinating in his work?

So I walked in for a while, and picked up an invisible position to observe from a distance.

A chilling air rushed over.

There were black shadows in front of the formation, bursts of golden light, and flying swords swiftly shuttled back and forth.

In the formation, a man in a cloak jumped up and down from time to time, wielding a long sword in his hand.His cultivation base is quite high, and he has supported for a long time without revealing his flaws.

It was another flying body, he raised his sword in his right hand and stabbed towards the north, this sword used [-]% of his spiritual power, very sharp.

The four young walkers of Jing Xingzong who took the formation were the young walkers stationed in the north who were fearless in the face of danger. Even though their faces were covered with cold sweat, they still bless their spiritual power sternly, and decisively instructed their companions to change their formations, so as to gather their spiritual power to fight against this desperate situation. hit.

Tong Shu exclaimed in his heart, "Jing Xing Zong's orders are executed, and prohibitions are stopped. It really lives up to its reputation!"

Unexpectedly, the man in Chu Yi suddenly snorted coldly.

Tong Shu suddenly felt bad, and saw a flash of blood on the man's body, the right hand holding the sword was severed from the body, the right limb and the sword continued to move forward, and the detached body suddenly hit in the opposite direction.

This turn of events was unimaginable, the defenders in the south couldn't react in time, groaned, and took a dark sword, bleeding again and again.

But the wounded defender didn't take a step back, the blood flowed all over the ground, he still kept his sword and pace, and didn't make any more snorts.

Tong Shu couldn't help but praise that these young practitioners of Jing Xingzong have solid spiritual power and outstanding combat skills, and they are definitely the best in the same lifetime of Xianmen.

At this moment, a sword cry sounded outside the formation, the sound was deep and condensed, piercing through the wall.Tong Shu had heard this song before, it was just a reminder, not a support.

Hearing the encouragement, the walkers in the formation refused to give an inch, and the intensive offensive was re-launched, becoming more and more urgent.

One couldn't dodge in time, and the man in Chu clothes rolled to the ground, struggling to support himself with his sword as a staff.Tong Shu finally saw the man's face clearly.

This man looks about 50 to [-] years old, has a long horse face, and has a black sword mark on his outer robe. The sword he uses is black and long. He must be the head of the Shannan Wujian Sect.

Speaking of which, Wu Jianzong is considered a thousand-year-old sect. Although it has declined for nearly a hundred years, it still ranks in the top ten among the immortal sects. How did a sect head fall to the point of being arrested by Jing Xingzong?

No matter how hard the sect leader could hold on, a mouthful of old blood spewed out, his face was pale, he could no longer hold the sword, and he fell to the ground with his legs spread out. He knew that the situation was over, his face showed a miserable look, and he bowed eastward in panic, Begging again and again: "Jiangu Zun, please let me go."

The dark sword formation spread out, and a person entered from the east. He was handsome and handsome, and he seemed to be less than thirty years old. He also had a dignified appearance and extraordinary bearing. He was a rare handsome man.She is dressed in black clothes, with a gold thread unicorn pattern on the chest, the cuffs are tied meticulously, the tall bronze crown is majestic and majestic, her steps are extremely steady, and she walks with awe and righteousness.

It is the suzerain of Jing Xingzong, Jian Gu Zun Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao said, "Are you convicted?"

Head of Wu Jian: "I...I didn't..."

Jing Zhao: "Then, what's the explanation for the limb-splitting trick you just used?"

"That... that's just a first aid measure."

Jing Zhao's face was stern, and his eyes were fixed on him.

The head of Wu Jian dared to look at him, shaking like a sieve in fright.

Jing Zhao said indifferently, "Jing Zhen."

Jing Zhen was the northern walker who was in the main formation just now, and he was a disciple of Jing's wooden family. He came out in response, picked up the stump of Wu Jian's sect master, threw it in front of Wu Jian's head, and said: "The Wu Jian sect uses the sword. Li Yanggang, when did you have such a tricky trick to get rid of your shell with your limbs?"

Comparing the two, the head of Wu Jian's skin is dark, but his hand is white, which obviously does not belong to the same body.

The head of Wu Jian still wanted to quibble.

Jing Zhen raised his left hand and said sharply: "Do you want to take off your hand for comparison? You still haven't pleaded guilty!"

The head of Wu Jian was shaken by Jing Zhen's reprimand, and all thoughts were lost, with a look of despair on his face, and finally he knelt down on both legs, crying: "That hand is indeed not mine! I was wrong! I There is no other way! Please forgive me!"

Jing Zhen stood up and returned to his seat with a cold face, Jing Zhao stepped forward slowly, stood a few steps away from Wu Jian's head, and said solemnly: "Follow the truth."

The master of Wujian cried bitterly: "My Wujian swordsmanship has ten levels. We have practiced three generations of disciples to the eighth level and we can't go up. Seeing that several generations have stagnated in the Nascent Soul Stage, I... ... If I don't advance, I will go to the end, and I will run out of fuel! I am not reconciled."

Jing Zhao reprimanded: "If you are not willing to use tricks, you can abuse people's lives?"

"But what can I do... death on the left and right."

"Then go to Jiewang Mountain and suffer."

When the leader of Wu Jian heard about Mount Jie, his face was ashen with fright, and he screamed repeatedly: "No, no! Please! If you enter Mount Jie, you will lose half your life! I have an old mother in my family, and my grandson was just born. , a group of disciples have not been able to take charge, if you lock me up, my black sword fairy art will be lost."

"If I had known today, why would I hurt nature and harm reason, and suffer for myself." Jing Zhao dropped a sentence heavily, turned around and said, "Take it."

The four formation walkers were ordered to retreat, and Jing Zhen bound Wu Jian's head.

The head of Wu Jian was so frightened that his limbs became limp when he heard about Mount Jiewang, and he became incontinent with feces and urine, so he had to be dragged away by Jing Zhen and another traveler.

It wasn't until this moment that the wounded walker put away his sword and let out a muffled grunt. The companion next to him quickly supported him and said, "Jing Chun, how are you doing?"

Jing Zhao also stepped forward, tapped a hemostatic talisman on his wound, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good job."

Jing Chun was stunned for a moment, and said with a choked voice, "My lord, I'm fine." Finally, he showed some emotion that a young man should have, he sucked his nose weakly, and the circles of his eyes were slightly red.

Tong Shu clicked his tongue and turned his head away.

Jing Xingzong was born with many talents, but he was also notoriously cruel and ruthless.

The whole sect wears jet-black martial arts robes all day long, with the unruly face of Bao Gong, young people don’t look like young people, old people don’t look like old people, young people don’t laugh at old people, they are all impermanent. .

Very boring, very heartless.

What's the point of living like this?

Although he admired Jing Xingzong's style and efficiency, Tong Shu still chose to stay away from dealing with such people.

Immediately lift your feet and go.

But he wanted to avoid it, but some people didn't think so.

A boy's voice pursued: "Young master, please stay."

Tong Shu recognized that it was the injured Jing Chun who was calling, and reluctantly turned his head away.

Jing Chun was the kindest of the four young practitioners, and his words were the gentlest. He was being supported by his companion and shouted to him: "Please wait a moment, young master, we have to resolve something for you."

Jing Xingzong's Skynet Formation is extremely murderous, mortals will feel uncomfortable for a while if they get a little bit involved.Therefore, every time Jing Xingzong practitioners finish their work, they have to search inside and outside, and promptly resolve any people or animals that are accidentally affected.

Tong Shu really didn't want to have too much contact with Jing Xingzong, so before the two came over, he waved his hands and said, "No need, it will be fine in a few days, and I will resolve it myself."

Jing Chun was stunned for a moment and said, "My sect's secret method is never passed on to the outside world. I'm afraid you won't be able to solve it, so let me help you."

"It's really not necessary." Tong Shu turned around and left, glanced at Xin Wu who was standing beside him, winked, and said to Xin Wu: "If you trust me, let me explain it for you; if you don't - —”

Before Tong Shu finished speaking, his whole body trembled violently.

A familiar voice sounded behind him: "It's better for us to help the young master resolve it."

Jian Guzun, who had been ruthless and cherished his words like gold just now, spoke to Tong Shu in a warm voice.

Tong Shu was most afraid of Jing Zhao's behavior, he felt so panicked that he didn't even dare to look at Jing Zhao, he lowered his head and wanted to slip away.

But Jing Zhao blocked the way.Jing Zhao glanced at Xin Wu first, and his gaze separated from Xin Wu, then stopped on Tong Shu, and said, "Xiao Dao is friendly."

Although Tong Shu didn't want to see Jing Zhao very much, his mother always taught him to respect Jing Xingzong's suzerain, and it became a habit after listening too much. Tong Shu gave Jing Zhao a polite look, turned his head and said, "Where is it, I He has no cultivation base, is not a member of the same path, and dare not call the suzerain a friend."

Jing Zhao changed his tune and said, "Young master, do you know me?"

Tong Shu said bluntly: "Don't dare, I'm so poor that I don't have any money to buy rice, so I'm not a son, and I dare not climb up to the suzerain, I don't know him."

Jing Zhao changed his words again and said, "Is there some misunderstanding between Mr. Xiao and I?"

Tong Shu said: "You are polite, there is no misunderstanding. A little rascal like me is even more unworthy to be called Mr. If you want to find Mr. Xiao, you have to find the one over there."

Jing Zhao looked up at Xin Wu.

They looked at each other silently, and parted again very tacitly.

Jing Zhao smiled and said with a pleasant face, "We don't have any malicious intentions, we just want to help the young master dispel the murderous intent, even if the young master has the skills to dispel it, it will take some work, as long as the young master stays for a while, we will resolve it immediately. "

Tong Shu took another step back and said, "It's really not necessary. You are a nobleman with many things, and I wait for ordinary people to dare not interrupt your time."

Jing Zhao was rejected by Tong Shu in every possible way, and he never showed any embarrassment, but seeing that Tong Shu shunned him, he couldn't force him to approach him, so he turned to Xin Wu and stood still at a distance.

For the first time, Xin Wu took the initiative to show his kindness: "Brother Dao."

Jing Zhao was taken aback for a moment before responding, "Hello, Brother Dao."

Tong Shu pricked up his ears, curled his lips, and slandered: I'm about the same age as Xin Wu, so why do you call me a little fellow Taoist, and if you call Xin Wu, you're called Dao brother? !

Jing Zhao asked again, "Brother Dao, is he alright?"

Xin Wu: "Not bad."

"What's your name, Brother Dao?"

"Xin Wu."

"Xin Wu..." Jing Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "May I ask, what is Daoist brother's opinion on today's events?"

Xin Wu: "Sect Master Wujian is indeed evil to the bone, brother Dao handled it very well."

Jing Zhao: "The world is going downhill, people's hearts are not old, and evil things have happened frequently in the cultivation world recently. You should pay more attention when you go out with the young master."

Xin Wu: "Understood." Turning to look at Tong Shu, who was looking at them, seeing Tong Shu winking at him to urge him to go, turned away, and wanted to follow.

But Jing Zhao said again: "There have been some changes in our sect recently, and we are recruiting students. If—"

Listening to their conversation, Tong Shu could already tell that they were all hairy.As soon as he heard that he was recruiting students, he secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, so he quickly got up, stood in front of Xin Wu, stopped the conversation and said, "Will you go, or if you don't, I will go!"

Before Xin Wu could answer, Tong Shu had already pulled him away without looking back.

Bowing his head and walking quickly, Tong Shu said out of breath, "Those black-faced gods just now belong to Jing Xingzong, and they are the most difficult to provoke. It will be bad luck if they take a look at them."

Xin Wu: "..."

Tong Shu went on to say: "Jing Xingzong's teaching is to 'stand up to the Tao', claiming to eliminate demons and guard the way, to eliminate violence and make good. His sect has a 'standard list', as long as the people on the list, all members of Jing Xingzong will track down to the end , Endless death. People on the list will either be punished by them, or commit suicide in fear of crime. Frustrated in love, lost face in people, tragic."

"Why is this?"

"Hmph, you haven't learned how powerful they are. Anyway, I'm afraid of them, so I can live a long life and make a lot of money by staying away from them."

"..."

After walking for a while, Tong Shu was still worried and said, "I think that Jian Guzun is quite interested in accepting you as an apprentice. You are young and quite capable, especially if you are a sword cultivator at the Tibetan frontier. Those Immortal sects are looking for a large number of objects. Take them back, don’t need to take too much effort to teach them, they are ready-made. Most of Jing Xingzong are the children of the Jing family of this sect, but their descendants have withered, and sometimes they also accept people from other sects. They recruit people without sticking to one pattern, see At the meeting, they came forward to mediate with the masters. All the immortal sects were happy to sell Jing Xingzong's face, and there was no one they could not want. But, looking bright, once you enter the Jingmen, it is as deep as the sea. You are still young and have no heirs. Or don’t go there to Monk Tsung.”

"Jing Xingzong can marry."

"What's the use of getting married?! According to their Zongna system, normal people who have emotions and desires will become cold-blooded animals who do not recognize their relatives.

The marriage rate of their clan is the lowest in Xianmen, and the birth rate is also pitifully low! "

"..."

Seeing that Xin Wu's expression was calm, Tong Shu felt that he didn't listen, so he said again: "Let's not talk about it, just look at their famous Zhenshan Liangqing, one is a desperate bachelor who doesn't get close to fireworks; Jian Guzun, it is married, that is..." When the words came to his lips, he thought that this was a private matter, and he changed his words, "As long as you still want to start a family and enjoy the relationship between people, it is best Don't associate with Jing Xingzong."

In light of Guzun's disharmony between his husband and wife, in fact, quite a few people in the immortal sect know about it.

Jian Guzun married his wife at a young age, both of them are talented and beautiful, both of them are of high cultivation, and they are praised as the best people in the world.

But the good times didn't last long, his wife went away and traveled abroad all the year round, and after a few years she called herself "Yanzhi layman", and this "Yanzhi layman" became the later world-class expert "Yanzhi real person".

The Taoist said that the layman had stepped into the empty door with half his foot, and the disharmony between their husband and wife has spread like wildfire since then.

Today, Jian Guzun personally led his children and professors to line up. After 50 years, he still looks like a widow who has run away from his wife. It seems that his wife has not come back yet.

I don't know if Xin Wu listened to it, Tong Shu waited for a long time but didn't hear a response, unable to persuade the ghost who wanted to die with good words, Tong Shu stuck out his tongue and said nothing.

After a while, Xin Wu suddenly asked without thinking: "Why do you say that Master Xichen is not close to fireworks and is a bachelor?"