no one knows better than me

"Ha," Zhuang Huang looked at Zhuang Qingliu meaningfully through the rainstorm, and the faintly soft voice just now became cold again, "It seems that I, Tu Zhuer, chose Bujie as my teacher and handed it to you. OK."

"I think your speech is not very good, it doesn't seem to touch the soul very much." Zhuang Qingliu said modestly, "If you have been willing to spend so much time educating me since you were a child, I might not be able to say it right now. I have blindly followed, and now that I am in danger, I come here to burn a few words, so who else will I be able to iron out?"

"That's it." Zhuang Huang's body glowed with dazzling aura, and he stared at her face calmly, "Then I think it's good for you to die now."

Mei Xiaohan: "..."

Why is this old monster so ruthless!

Zhuang Qingliu just rolled his eyes, shook the umbrella in his hand like a maniac, put it away and walked away: "Who said I'm going to die? I won't die. There is only one person in this world who can affect my life and death now, isn't it you."

As she said that, she suddenly turned her head and stretched out her hand, pulling Mei Hualan to her side and holding her hand: "My words can be regarded as a public proposal! What kind of group fight are you drawing your sword for?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu slammed her sword back with a "slap", and kept talking non-stop: "I advise you to praise me immediately, ten sentences without repetition."

Mei Hualan slowly turned to look at her.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly looked back and forth at her face and smiled: "Why did I find someone as soft as you, I won't fight if I say no, and if I make trouble for no reason, I will make trouble for no reason."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyebrows again, and said to herself, "But I like you like this."

Mei Hualan finally turned her head and shouted: "—Zhuang Zhu."

Zhuang Qingliu laughed immediately: "What's the matter? I'm a face-changer, right?"

Mei Hualan suppressed her expression and silently glanced at the distance: "It's good to know."

Zhuang Qingliu took her hand and laughed several times: "What's the matter, you used to lose your temper with me, and then you deliberately fed me grass, what's your current temper? Is it because you don't want to bear it?" me?"

"..." She was talking loudly as she walked, and the others saw her and immediately waved their legs to try to keep up.

In the pouring rain, Zhuang Huang seemed to stand alone with the aura of a mighty army. It had only been a long time, but no one dared to pass by her side openly or secretly.

As if feeling absurd, a ray of brilliant golden thread-like spiritual light snaked out at this moment, hooking towards Zhuang Qingliu's neck like a swimming snake: "You want to just go like this..."

Before Zhuang Huang finished speaking, a fiery sword light struck behind him, and cut off the spiritual thread that was licking towards Zhuang Qingliu neatly.

"Didn't you think so?" Zhuang Qingliu turned his head while walking, looked at the way Zhu Heng pointed the tip of his sword at Zhuang Huang, and said kindly, "You have two disciples, why do you want to fight with you this time?" The other one." He continued, "But you have only two, and if you kill this one, no one will go back to inherit your position of 'Young Master of the Old Dream Tide'."

Zhuang Huang: "..."

Mei Xiaohan, who was about to go out, suddenly hesitated, turned her head to look at Zhu Heng's expressionless face, and said softly, "Senior Zhuang, can she hold it alone?"

"Zhu Heng was not taught by her, but it was beyond her expectations and preparations." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly flew into the air, and disappeared with the people around him, "And our Lan Lan——you treat her like this?" Years of cultivation and temper are the same."

As for other people getting involved between these two, that's completely unnecessary to delay and deliver food.

The last thing that came from behind was the huge roar and vibration sound from the earth after the sudden clash of swords, and then left with the teleportation, this sound was quickly replaced by boundless noise and screams, and the chaos floating in the world The sound of panic pierced the eardrums.

The prosperous and peaceful Meicheng in the past has collapsed into chaos, and there are people running and rolling everywhere. All kinds of lush vegetation and vines spread wildly around, creating monstrous waves of fire.All the originally beautiful flowers bloomed in a vicious form, just like the ugly side of human beings when they lift up their knives.The plum blossoms that were blooming well were falling straight down, as if they didn't want to bloom again.

The most frightening thing was that not only were there plants and trees running wildly in all directions, but in the distance at the end of the long street where the stage was supposed to be, there seemed to be seven white foxes dancing with fluffy tails.

As soon as the few people landed on the tall city tower, there was a sudden ear-piercing scream from the sky and the earth, Ji Wudu's ears suddenly hurt, and when he raised his hand, two balls of moist blood gushed out.

This is the deadly sound from those flowers and plants. It is ten thousand times sharper than the friction of iron sheets. It is unbearable almost instantly. Even if the ears are blocked, they will be very irritable. Under constant influence, they will suddenly pick up sharp knives violently and kill each other like losing their minds.

Mei Siji's hand holding the sword trembled a little, standing amidst the broken limbs and the river of blood, she almost tripped over the slippery feet.

Zhuang Qingliu lifted her sleeves to pick her up, and quickly cast a cloud of aura that weakened the noise on her head with both hands, but his voice could directly penetrate and said: "Don't panic, if all the good flowers and plants in the world can suddenly become fine, there will be no harm in this world. What else is there?"

Mei Huazhou, who was about to go to the step of gathering the monks of Xianmen to sacrifice their lives for righteousness, suddenly turned his head while protecting his ears, and said, "Senior Zhuang, what do you mean——?!"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't seem to be affected by the noise, and quickly looked around on the tall tower: "Since she insisted on killing the monks of the Xianmen before, these things must be able to deal with it."

At this moment, Mei Hualan put her fingers between her eyebrows, and said quickly in a low voice: "The different directions are not happening in the whole world at the same time, and now there are only two cities, Meicheng and Yancheng!"

That is to say, the situation can still be controlled.

"Okay!" Zhuang Qingliu suddenly led a group of people to the middle of the junction of Meicheng and Yancheng, then reached out and took out a white jade-colored piccolo from Meihualan's arms, and flew up high in the air with a solemn expression He put the flute to his mouth and began to play.An astonishing melody that broke the wind and leaked sound quickly overflowed from her fingers, swaying in all directions like water waves.

A group of people who could barely resist the buzzing of flowers and plants but could not resist her magic voice turned their heads in shock: "Why is this?!"

Zhuang Qingliu paused abruptly: "...Okay."

Knowing that this is a song against the melody of flowers and plants, Lan Song quickly rises into the sky with his sword, touches the long Xiao without saying a word, and takes over the playing of this retreat song.He was originally the most powerful music repairer in the world. Although the spiritual power he added to the melody was not as strong as Zhuang Qingliu's, the music waves he played calmly spread more widely.

The widely affected people in the two cities quickly regained their sanity in the counterbalance of the two voices, and they all came to their senses in an instant.This kind of sound ebbs and flows, confronting each other invisibly, so Lan Song still stands firmly in the air and plays without stopping for a moment. Long blood flows down his ears and splashes two times on his shoulders. A blood red flower.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't care about this anymore, but quickly fell to the ground like a breeze, stretched out his hand against a willow that was wantonly piercing through the wooden window, lowered his head and squinted his eyes, and said something to it as if moving his lips quickly .

However, Nanliu didn't listen to her order, but the dancing branches suddenly swung up like waves, and a sharp vine came towards her face.

The huge and majestic oppression approached her eyebrows, Mei Hualan almost instinctively quickly hugged her and backed away.

However, Zhuang Qingliu came to him almost instantly, and at the same time said in a low voice: "——don't move!"

The awe-inspiring aura around Nanliu showed that it was absolutely impossible to be an ordinary tree spirit, and it was absolutely impossible for Mei Hualan to listen to her, so the figure moved instantly, but Zhuang Qingliu suddenly turned her head and cast a low glance. The sound swept over and said, "It's not trying to beat me, it's trying to beat you."

Mei Hualan froze in an instant, stood a dozen feet away and moved her eyes to the tree in amazement.Sure enough, when only Zhuang Qingliu was by his side, it did not attack well.

Ji Wuduan was astonished and completely convinced: "Are you the proud son of heaven?"

"I'm afraid no one wants the status of 'Heaven's Proud Son'." Zhuang Qingliu tried to take a few steps closer, "Someone like me is the luck of the sky."

"..." Ji Wuduan still cautiously walked back and forth behind her quickly, in case there was a sudden change, and said, "Then why doesn't it hurt you but hurt others? Because you are a flower essence? The same clan?"

The half ginseng by the plum bank should not be rejected either. Zhuang Qingliu lowered his eyes and settled on the branches of Nanliu, and said in a low voice: "That's because... it's an instinct between relatives."

On the branch and vine she was staring at, there were fin-like sharp thorns that should not have been born in the species of Nanliu.

Mei Hualan, who was also clearly seen in her sea of ​​consciousness, suddenly flashed a bright light in her mind, and said at almost the same time as Zhuang Qingliu: "This kind of Nanliu is only served in the altar hall, this is the extinct Nanliu!"

"This is a resentful soul, a resentful soul that once died."

It is impossible for a tree without a spirit to move by itself, and these strange spirits of plants and trees are possessed by resentful spirits!

"...Ah?" Ji Wudu quickly guessed out of the situation, "What are you talking about? Is this a resentful soul? When did the resentful soul die?? When did the extinct Nanliu?!"

"When will there be so much resentment towards the human race!" Zhuang Qingliu flew up quickly, and non-stop inspected a flower that was so coquettish that it almost dripped blood and sawgrass with edges like shark's teeth.

All of them are extinct flowers and plants that have been enshrined in the altar for no more than 600 years.

Suddenly, the incident of Changgeng Immortal Mansion's "Old Lantern Daoist" being chased and hacked by Lei Jie appeared in her mind-it turned out that Zhuang Huang's cultivation base had not reached its peak until the first cultivation world was destroyed, but she later After refining all the undead in the clan, he became very strong, unmatched by anyone.

It's as if Meihualan has been dispelling resentful spirits and transforming undead in Gumengchao for the past 20 years, so it has made rapid progress, and it is also very powerful now.

Pei Yi, who was trying to chop the sword to kill these flowers and plants, was already black and red on his chest. Holding the spirit sword that was easily shattered into several pieces in both hands, he retreated hoarsely and asked, "What's going on? These flowers and plants How can it be so powerful???"

Zhuang Qingliu looked at him with a very complicated and strange look in his heart: "Because let alone you, all these plants are older than me."

Mei Huazhou said in amazement: "A group of 600-year-old ghosts like in Taohuayuan again?"

It can be said.No one who has lived for hundreds of years can be at ease, and the ancestors who have died have also danced out one after another. Just as you were defeated and carried away, we made our debut again.

Some elderly monks who came out from the Hundred Families of Immortal Sect wondered: "How is it possible? If there are such a large number of resentful souls who are not in Gumengchao, where are they kept in Xianlu? How could we not know ?!"

"Be humble, there are so many things you don't know." Ever since the pot on him was lifted, Zhuang Qingliu has become more polite when speaking and doing things to this group of people, and he doesn't even bother to talk to them at all.

However, just as she was about to turn her head and say something quickly to Mei Hualan, the flowers and plants around her that almost covered a city into a wilderness suddenly began to surge wildly. Starting from the Yan Pagoda in the center of the city, all the vines rushed out like water ripples Spread, and soon climbed to the outer city wall.

Mei Huazhou's expression changed suddenly: "Senior Zhuang, they are going to spread outward!"

The huge Meicheng and Yancheng, let alone no ancestor-style monsters can beat them, even if they can beat them, they are pouring down like water in all directions, what should we do? !

Mei Siyu said with a trembling voice: "Senior Zhuang, is there any way to stop it??!"

"Yes!" Zhuang Qingliu turned his eyes suddenly, and quickly jumped up and said, "A formation that can echo with each other and arouse similar resonance can temporarily trap them here like an encirclement circle!"

"What... what?" Mei Siyu quickly asked, "How to echo? How to resonate?? What is that???"

Zhuang Qingliu explained succinctly: "It's like your left hand and right hand are pulling a pile of money into the middle at the same time. This is called echoing!"

Mei Siyu: "...Huh? Does that mean—to split a person in half?"

"No need." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly pulled out the floating lamp from Mei Hualan's hand, and suddenly nailed it to the center of the easternmost city wall of Meicheng. Immediately, he quickly separated a strand of clone and guarded it to the westernmost side of Yancheng. in the center of the city wall.

Ji Wuduan used the fire talisman to lick the green leaves that had protruded from the city wall, and quickly asked, "What's going on? Can you and a sword... resonate?"

It's not that she can resonate with a sword, but that this point on the tip of Fudeng's sword was originally her heart and soul.

As the floating lamp and "Zhuang Qingliu" calmed down, two clear golden lines seemed to appear invisible on the east and west walls, and the spreading vines did not protrude at all, but turned around one after another, turning to the north and south sides.

Mei Huazhou immediately looked at his sword, and quickly asked: "Senior Zhuang, I..."

"You can't." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly turned his head and inspected everyone, and finally his eyes fell on the two of them, and he shouted in a low voice, "Siji, Siyu!"

"—Yes, yes!"

Zhuang Qingliu looked at them seriously: "You two are twins of compatriots, and you can guard this formation together."

"...Ah?" As if she hadn't thought of it at all, Mei Siji nodded quickly after being taken aback for a moment, and said, "I can."

Zhuang Qingliu still said solemnly to them: "Once the formation is sealed, all the resentful spirits inside will find a way to attack you, and they will be caught immediately if they have the slightest wavering and retreating emotions. And once the formation is broken, it will be a waste of time—" —The two of you will be wiped out in an instant, aren't you afraid?"

Mei Siji still said in a concentrated voice: "Not afraid."

Mei Siyu opened his mouth straight like a green onion: "...Ah? Of course... Of course..." He stretched out his hand to cover it, "Then the attacks of so many 'senior' over six hundred years old, we I can't stand it at all."

"I will teach you a body-protecting mantra. You just need to close your eyes and recite it for a while. As long as the mantra keeps on, nothing can get close to your body." So as long as you are firm and fearless in your heart, the most wasteful thing is talking That's all, Zhuang Qingliu stretched out his hand and lowered his head, and said solemnly to him, "Siyu, set an example for my sister."

But Mei Siyu turned to look at Mei Siji, and said, "Senior Zhuang, she is my sister."

Zhuang Qingliu pretended that he was right, without changing his face, he said: "...Take my sister as an example."

"Okay!" Mei Siyu nodded loudly, "I can!!"

Zhuang Qingliu immediately taught them a very complicated trumpet sutra as a powerful "protective spell", then picked up the two of them and quickly put them on the axis of the north and south sides, and finally seriously told them: "Remember , you must not back away because of fear, just keep your eyes closed and chant the mantra, did you hear that?!"

Mei Siji immediately sat down cross-legged and entered the role: "Understood, you are so long-winded."

"..."

Mei Siyu continued until she closed her eyes, "Oh oh oh... I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid at all."

"..." Neither of the two cubs can really make people feel at ease.But compared to those Zhuang Qingliu of Xianmen Baijia, who are more untrustworthy, it can only be like this for the time being.

Mei Huazhou didn't seem to be worried about Mei Siji's siblings, but asked with a sigh of relief: "Senior Zhuang, is this safe? What can we do now?"

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Qingliu said: "It's not safe, these resentful souls were brought here through the teleportation point, and they can be sent to other places through the unknown teleportation point in the two cities at any time - so what you can do is to find the teleportation point .”

No one can shuttle millions of resentful souls together, but they can be teleported through teleportation points!

Mei Huazhou immediately prepared to leave: "This is easy!" The two cities combined are not as large as the Mei Family's Immortal Mansion, so they can search all over in a short time as they did when they searched for the Immortal Mansion teleportation point that night.

Zhuang Qingliu said seriously: "It's not like that, I want to find the teleportation point of the entire Xianlu."

Such a group of resentful souls can be spread here from a certain place suddenly, and they can also spread from that place to other cities. Zhuang Huang's biggest hole card and threat is nothing more than the fact that the entire fairy land is dug up by her. There are dense teleportation points, probably in every city, big or small.

Pei Yi frowned: "...the whole piece of Xianlu, how can I find this?"

"Looking for a needle in a haystack on the ground is of course looking for a needle in a haystack, but the teleportation point extends in all directions and is connected to each other." Zhuang Qingliu calmly explained to them, "I can only jump down—there is a teleportation point on the tower of Meicheng. But it must have been destroyed. You can find the teleportation point in Yancheng, and then jump down, immediately seal the spirit veins, and keep looking forward along the underground veins. The more people, the better, and the faster you find them. One, immediately destroy one."

"...Do you need to seal the spirit vein?" Immediately, a person from Mingyue Building began to hesitate.

The moment you jump from the teleportation point, if you immediately seal the spiritual power, it will not be teleported to a fixed point, so you can start searching, which is of course understandable.But for monks, losing spiritual power is a big taboo, not to mention self-proclaimed spiritual veins, which means that sensory acuity and combat power will be lost and reduced, and even become no different from ordinary people, which is undoubtedly in great danger Walking on a tightrope, once attacked, there is no way to fight back.

"So I saved you at the beginning because you were really useful. Do you think I'm joking?" Zhuang Qingliu glanced at the monk in Mingyue Tower, squinted his eyes and glanced around, rushing towards the more than 5000 people he had rescued in Taohuayuan. Humanity said, "So now it's up to you to save more ordinary people. Being able to help more people is also an extension of the meaning of the help you have received."

Some of the thousands of people showed no signs of fear, some still hesitated to consider, and some looked slightly unhappy. After looking around, they controlled their tone and said, "Young Master Zhuang, you have saved us, this is true—— But there is no such reason in the world to force it, so what if we don't want to do it?"

Zhuang Qingliu held the handle of Zhuling's knife and pulled out the moon-white long knife fluently, staring at him word by word and said: "If you don't do it, I will hack you to death!"

The man looked at the icy blade as cold as the cold moon, and subconsciously shuddered.

When Zhuang Qingliu is not smiling at all, he is colder than her knife, as if he will cut you off at any time.And the tone of her speech undoubtedly shows that she will definitely do what she says.

Although it is absolutely inappropriate to say and do this, but at such a critical moment, Mei Hualan turned her clear eyes lightly, and did not make a sound to stop her.

After thousands of people were silent for a while, Mei Huazhou took control of the timing and turned on the red face calmly. He didn't say much, but said naturally and deftly: "Everyone has worked hard, this matter is urgent, what else? Later, please follow me now."

None of the 5000 people said anything more, and they quickly devoted themselves to destroying the teleportation point.

"I wish the Palace Master can only hold her back for a short time, and the formation can only be maintained temporarily." Ji Wudu racked his brains and said, "The most important thing now is-what should these flower spirits, tree spirits and fox spirits in these two cities do? Remove?!"

"These spirits all came back in the form of ghosts. Only by finding out where their real bones are buried can they all be recalled."

All kinds of messy images flashed quickly in Zhuang Qingliu's mind. After thinking for a long time, he lowered his head and pinched the center of his brow deeply——Where did Zhuang Huang hide the spirit island that was burned by fire 600 years ago? ?