Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Li Yun: "Wait! Wait a minute, who is coming?"

Han Yuan said: "I don't know, just let him go! Get out of the way!"

After all, Han Yuan is a demon cultivator who has been stained with blood. People who walk in the way of demons are hard to kill. Once blood is stained, it is difficult to reach the Tao.He has been bound by the blood oath for so long, and he has already become top-heavy, and these people have completely hit him on the edge of the knife.

Han Yuan's whole body has become a runaway mad dog, how can the second senior brother who is "weak and deceitful" be able to hold him back?

I don't know how many piles were ambushed in the dense forest under their feet, and it seemed that the formation had been formed, weaving into a vast net, waiting here for them to throw themselves into the net.The big net was pressed down in the air, and the figure of the magic dragon flashed, and he went up to it without dodging or avoiding it. When the two collided, the mountains and rivers also trembled and trembled.

There are many ordinary disciples of Baihu Villa in the entourage, they may not be able to move around as high as these masters, and they can't control the frightened Pegasus, dodging in the air like headless flies for a while.

The elder of Baihu Mountain Villa commanded at the top of his voice, "Land, land!"

It became dark in a blink of an eye, and from time to time sparks full of demonic energy flashed across the big net covering their heads, like quick and fast lightning bolts. It's not a problem, but the young disciples who were traveling with him fell into bad luck, and they were wiped out by the sparks that hit the fish in the pond, and immediately fell from the sky with their bodies scorched black.

Li Yun sighed, and with the snap of his fingers, a white light shot up into the sky. He abandoned the Pegasus and stood with his sword behind his back: "There is an ambush on the ground, please calm down and don't go down. The junior disciples with low cultivation level retreated to the middle , Concentrate on forming a gossip formation."

The elder of Baihu Mountain Villa hurriedly said: "That's right! Don't land on the ground, come up quickly!"

Li Yun: "..."

This elder must have been picked up by the great Lord Shang as a joke during his lifetime.

Second Master Li felt more and more that he had carried a good errand, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and instruct this large group of unknown disciples to form an formation to fight against the big net in the sky.

Suddenly, the fine hairs on Li Yun's back stood up together. Without thinking about it, he believed his intuition, and threw a spell from his sleeve, only to see the small wooden sign rise up into the sky and stretch out suddenly, forming a A layer of radiant protective film.

As soon as the talisman was sold, Li Yun regretted it. This talisman was collected by Yan Zhengming on the black market. The reason why he was reluctant to sell it was because it was said that it came from Tong Ru.

Before Li Yun could feel the pain, he heard a thunder that exploded the sky.

A disciple of Baihu Mountain Villa with a low cultivation level bled from his orifices on the spot and fell directly from the back of the Pegasus.

At the side of the Suzaku Pagoda, there were monster bones in the puddle, and there was no thunder of this magnitude.Li Yun was startled, and felt that the thunder robbery came to Han Yuan specially!

Immediately, there was a sound of cracking silk in the air, and the protective film in the spell couldn't bear it, and it was slowly torn apart from the middle, and it was instantly wiped out!

The priceless wooden sign was cut in two and fell straight down.

Han Yuan turned around and landed on a sword that lost its master in the chaos. The traces of the black dragon were looming on his face, and the blood oath on the back of his hand was as red as fresh blood. He looked up at the big net in the air with a sullen expression.

The catastrophe just now was nothing but the backlash of the blood oath.

A few streams of devilish energy rushed out from the dense forest, and it was the devil cultivators who stumbled under the ground that surrounded Han Yuan in the middle.

The strange thing is that there are a few ordinary monks among them, all of them are full of hatred, and one of them shouted: "You devil has done a lot of evil. How about you, now we have to avenge ourselves!"

Li Yun, as a representative of the "teacher's background", felt that someone had put a shit bowl on his head in front of him, and he didn't know what to say.

Han Yuan looked at him indifferently: "Oh, so in order to get rid of me, a devil who has done so many evils, you all joined forces with a large group of devils who are not much less evil than me? It's really a man who can bend and stretch, admiration."

Li Yun was very relieved, and said with a smile: "The biggest commonality between his demon body and this deity is his cheap mouth."

The mean-spirited Han Yuan completely irritated those few monks who were suddenly mixed in with the demon cultivators. They met each other and joined hands. Under the protection of the big net above their heads, they rushed together with swords, swords and halberds. Come with Han Yuan.

These people are on the right path and have not killed indiscriminately. Although the methods are poor, there is nothing wrong with revenge. Han Yuan has sworn blood on his body, and he only deserves to be beaten. If he dares to fight back and hurt others, he may recruit his predecessor Beiming again Jundu can't hold back the thunder disaster.

Han Yuan frowned, rolled up his sleeves and turned away, and shouted at the people behind him without looking back: "Li Yun, what do you want you to do here? Are you watching the fun!"

Li Yun folded his arms in front of his chest with no expression on his face, and said: "The biggest difference between the heart demon body and this deity is that this heart demon body is so fucking useless!"

Shui Keng listened at the side, and said with righteous indignation: "Oh, second senior brother, are you prematurely aging? Why are you talking so much nonsense, tell me how to fight!"

... There is simply no way to mix this sect.

Li Yun drew out the saber that looked like an ornament on his waist, and raised his voice to the elder: "Please fellow Taoists of Baihu Villa stop these people, puddle, Samadhi true fire breaks through the net, and help that living bastard for your fourth senior brother!" Open a way, if the calculation is correct, the eyes are outside, Kun bit!"

The puddle immediately turned into a red crane, and roared away. The little spark on the magic net in the sky was completely self-defeating against the real fire of samadhi from the demon in the sky, and she broke a hole in the net immediately.

Nian Da hurriedly came forward: "Second Master, what about me?"

Li Yun's fingers fluttered, and she squeezed out a large piece of paper from her cuff out of thin air. With a touch of her finger, the piece of paper shattered into thousands of pieces, scattered in the wind, and turned into a group of bugs, big and small, which made people's skin crawl.

The bugs fell from the sky and disappeared into the forest and vegetation. Li Yun threw a small bottle to Nian Da and said to him: "The bottom of the bottle can see what's on the ground through the eyes of these bugs. Take care for me, I will It always feels like it’s not that simple.”

Nian Da hurriedly rubbed goose bumps all over his body, holding the small bottle in both hands, trying to observe the ground truth at a glance in countless broken pictures, and experienced the hardships of having a thousand hands and a thousand eyes.

There are elders sitting in Baihu Villa, and the disciples are barely organized. When they came back to their senses, they rushed up and stopped the righteous monks who were disturbing the water for Han Yuan. The two sides fought and scolded each other. Greeted the other party's master gracefully, and after the fight reached a fever pitch, they began to greet each other's embarrassing old lady with a tearful face.

Seeing them dragging each other's footsteps, Han Yuan easily passed through the encirclement of these orthodox monks, turned into a cloud of black mist, and entered the small opening made for him in the puddle. , out of thin air, grabbed the eye of the formation in the southwest position.

It seemed as if the entire Shu road was about to be dragged down from the mountain by him, and the big net in the sky burst open.

Seeing that the situation is not good, the few demon cultivators who were still talking nonsense just now wanted to avoid it immediately. There was a long and violent dragon chant in the air, and then black clouds filled with blood and anger overflowed. In an instant, seven or eight Han Yuan appeared in various places with a blank face, and asked together: "Where are you going?"

Shui Keng was stunned and felt that her life seemed to have found a new direction. She turned into a human form and said thoughtfully, "I think I know what the elder brother said about 'there are three thousand roads, and the same goal is achieved by different routes'."

Li Yun thought that she was enlightened, and she hadn't had time to be relieved, so she heard the little sister's feelings and said: "Except for the unreliable Jiulianhuan, it turns out that any one can be so powerful!"

Li Yun: "..."

This brother really can't do it anymore!

Suddenly, the Nian next to him let out an "ah".

Li Yun said unhappily: "What are you doing all of a sudden?"

Nian Da: "Second Master, a group of people suddenly came on the ground... Oh, no, it's a ghost, and it's moving faster than the wind!"

Li Yun became nervous when he heard the word "ghost". His pupils shrank and he stretched out his hands to close them. Countless reptiles that he had just thrown into the soil jumped up one after another, blew themselves up one after another in the air, and burned into groups of different sizes. The flames cleared out the clouds under everyone's feet and the black mist left by the demon cultivators, and the changes on the ground were exposed to everyone's eyes.

Elder Baihu's scalp exploded: "Soul Eater Lamp!"

Li Yun looked dignified, and looked at Han Yuan from afar—why such a coincidence?

However, there was no time for him to think about anything at this time. The thick black clouds that had rolled on the ground whizzed up to the sky, and the cold, rotten dead air rushed towards his face, making the sky dark.

Nian couldn't help but think of the cave he saw the first time he dived out of Mingming Valley with Cheng, and instinctively felt an indescribable shudder.

Among the ghostly shadows on the ground, a familiar figure suddenly stood out—it was Jiang Peng.

More than 100 years ago, when Li Yun and the others saw Jiang Peng in the East China Sea for the first time, he was no longer human. Now after so many years, his image has become more and more shocking.

From the waist down, he was completely hidden under the billowing black mist, as if he had no lower body at all, hanging precariously in mid-air. It was impossible to tell whether he was a ghost cultivator or a ghost for a while. Jiang Peng's cheeks were thin like A living ghost, with large shadows on his face that even the sun at noon can't drive away.

He looked at the crowd in the air, suddenly grinned, and locked his eyes on Han Yuan. Jiang Peng licked his lips and said harshly: "Beiming..."

Han Yuan, who was wronged, had no choice but to take back all his avatars, and the heart demon said to himself: "Didn't you say that he was beaten up by the previous Beiming Lord a hundred years ago? Isn't it true that Beiming can't see it?"

After finishing speaking, his complexion changed suddenly, and the speaker turned into Han Yuan himself, and replied: "The last time I saw him, he seemed to know someone, and he didn't go so crazy—is he really the owner of the Soul Eater Lamp? How do you think he is almost no different from those ghosts?"

Xin Demon Body then said: "Hmph, really as long as I show up, there is no need to go to these idiots, they will come to ask for a fight by themselves, and it happens to catch them all in one go."

Han Yuan himself quickly changed back, and said sternly: "You should stop boasting a few words, really think that you are qualified to call yourself Beiming if you are praised by others? That is my master's brother. Before I started, he If you dare to run amok near Qinglong Island, it's not certain who will take care of it."

The elder of Baihu Mountain Villa happened to be listening to the whole unimaginable self-talk, and the old man couldn't help but feel sad, feeling that his life might be handed over here-the two biggest demons in the past century met on a narrow road , one is a lunatic, the other is still a lunatic!

At this time, there were countless whispering voices on the ground, like thousands of ghosts whispering to each other, which made people's ears tremble, and the phantom of a huge oil lamp rose in the sky, and the resentful spirits roared up and rolled into a hurricane. Countless overlapping human faces were revealed in the rotation, and this scalp-numbing hurricane rushed invulnerably towards the stunned monk in the sky. Withered and exhausted, the group of ghosts greedily absorbed all life.

Nian Da couldn't believe it no matter what, this person was the dirty and pathetic Moxiu who was lingering near Mingming Valley and attached to Liu Lang.

Jiang Peng recovered... no, he is even stronger than a hundred years ago!

Han Yuan put a crackling earth red on his mouth, but he didn't dare to be careless in his hands. He put his hands across his chest, and an epee with dragon pattern slowly emerged from his palm. The ghost cultivators on the ground and the ghosts in the sky The magic dragon looked at each other far away, and then moved their hands at the same time.

Jiang Peng seemed to be stimulated by the sword in Han Yuan's hand, holding a thick white bone, and he used the same sword technique.

The two teachers came from the same sect, and on this occasion, they confronted each other with the Fuyao wooden sword. The originally neutral and peaceful wooden sword technique once again showed its unpredictable side, carrying the vast devilish energy, and there was no violation of harmony in the slightest. Self-developed a magic version!

Li Yun slapped the back of last year's big head, and shouted: "Don't get out of the way, do you want to die?"

While speaking, the sky and the ground were completely covered by the surging demonic energy, and no matter which side they belonged to, the others all ignored the fight and retreated to the side, not daring to intervene in the battle between the two big demons.

But a bold one came, only to hear the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed not far away, and a very bright sword light came slantingly, blatantly piercing between the two big demons.

The sword of the primordial spirit!

Li Jun was overjoyed at first, thinking that Yan Zhengming had arrived ahead of time, but then he was shocked again—no, although this sword repairer also has a soul, he is not in the same realm as his elder brother who has entered the second level of Sword God Realm superior!

Looking again, the person who came was You Liang from Yuan Tianyan's place.

His sword collided with the bone in Jiang Peng's hand, and the power of the spell on the sword suddenly rose, like a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, and with a clear roar, it rushed towards the ghostly spirit lingering on the bones, as if the ghostly spirit met the flames of a strong wind, It trembled for a moment, and then counterattacked ten times more.

Han Yuan held back Jiang Peng's ghostly aura with his horizontal sword, and at the same time slapped You Liang with his palm, and said coldly: "Don't seek death under my nose, you will also implicate me in the disaster of thunder, get out!"

You Liang's sword was already stained with black air visibly by the naked eye, his face suddenly turned pale, but his face was very calm, and he said quickly: "Senior, I am here to deliver a letter—Xuan Wu Tang, headed by Bian Xu, gathered a group of friends You have vengeful monks who intend to put you to death. These people are just a cover. They have back tricks. I don’t know how they learned about your itinerary. Now a friend of mine is trying to delay for you. You better go! "

In just these two sentences, Han Yuan and Jiang Peng have fought against each other for more than a hundred rounds. The faces of the two are full of black air, and neither of them is willing to turn around when they meet head-to-head. No one listened to You Liang's words.

The two lunatics couldn't listen, but Li Yun was not deaf. He thought quickly——You Liang, as a withdrawn swordsman, the so-called "friends" were at most Tianyan's group, and now Tianyan is suffering. Heavy damage, falling apart, who cares about their affairs?

Except ocher!

This time the puddle is rare to respond very quickly. She has been in charge of delivering letters to Ocher, so she naturally has a communication tool. Hearing this, she quickly took out a dusty sparrow feather from her body. Lost vitality, dim down!

Puddle: "What a brother ocher!"

Li Yun shouted: "Han Yuan, stop!"

Han Yuan turned a deaf ear to it... Maybe he heard it, but the situation was too much for him to decide not to hold back.

A paper worm jumped the farthest and faithfully fed back the information it saw to Li Yun. Li Yun looked far away with its eyes, and his whole body was covered with goosebumps—it was less than five miles away from them. A huge formation is being spread out, and the true energy of many people are integrated into it, and the formation is slowly closing!

Li Yun gritted his teeth and pulled the wooden hairpin off his head, which turned into a sword in his hand.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, he never wanted to use this thing. It was left by Yan Zhengming to save his life, and Yan Zhengming's sword of primordial spirit was sealed in it.

When the Yuanshen sword on Li Yun's wooden hairpin moved, Yan Zhengming immediately felt it.

However, at this time he had no time to care about him, just now, Cheng Qian fell down in front of him without warning, as if he was enduring great pain, Cheng Qian's hand clasped on the frost blade unconsciously pressed against the blade, black light and blind fire In the middle, Yan Zhengming didn't realize that he had cut himself unknowingly until he smelled the smell of blood.

Frost Blade frantically sucked the blood of its master, so excited that it vaguely had the intention of retaliation.

"Little dive, little dive!"

Enduring the severe pain, Cheng Qian squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Tang Zhen...he...is the primordial spirit cultivated in the soul-eating lamp..."

The cause and effect have been quickly connected in his mind - Tang Zhen, who had a low cultivation base back then, was probably the same as them. He arrived at the center of Beiming Sea and followed the passage opened by these demon cultivators to enter the secret realm of Daxue Mountain. When I found the golden lotus leaf, I was hit by a strong wind and my soul was torn apart.

He should have died like those demon cultivators, but fortunately, his soul was just blown into the soul-eating lamp.

A soul-eating lamp that has no owner and ghosts have been scattered.

Such a coincidence, like a blind tortoise floating holes, like Cheng Qian's soul entering the Juling Jade at the moment of death, Tang Zhen got this unique opportunity and survived with difficulty.

It's just that you don't need to think about it, the soul-eating lamp is a great evil, but the spirit-gathering jade is a spiritual thing that can help people practice. Tang Zhen must have suffered a thousand times more than Cheng Qian in it——

But he has no choice, either he refines the soul-devouring lamp, or the lamp completely devours him.

In the end Tang Zhen won, he cultivated the Yuanshen in the Soul Eater Lamp, and became that lamp himself.

But this body is undoubtedly incomplete, because the evil thing like the Soul-eating Lamp has been stained with countless sins since its birth. If it is to be completely refined into a fleshy body, it must not attract the catastrophe of the sky, but the wrath of the sky. .

The sky was so angry that it could chop the secret land of Daxue Mountain into firewood. It is impossible for any living thing to carry it over.

unless……

Cheng Qian's voice was barely audible, and he muttered to himself as if talking nonsense: "Why did these demon cultivators come to the secret realm of Daxue Mountain back then..."

It is said that the golden lotus leaves of Daxue Mountain can wash away all sins in the world.

So can it also wash away the sins of the Soul Eater Lamp?Can it be completely whitewashed into an ordinary spiritual object... just like the Juling Jade?

Cheng Qian couldn't help but think a little deeper, did Tang Zhen really run away because he was helpless with the little bird demon with his spell?

It's just a puppet talisman, Tang Zhen has hundreds of ways to get past it.

Isn't he afraid that he would follow his old path to the secret place of Daxue Mountain to find out the origin of the Soul Eater Lamp after hearing the previous reasons?

Or... Tang Zhen wanted him to come on purpose?

Cheng Qian was chilled all over, and all kinds of thoughts flashed quickly, before he had time to say it, Ting Qiankun in the inner mansion suddenly brightened, and Cheng Qian's whole spiritual consciousness was pulled in, only to see that Ting Qiankun seemed to be provoked. His inner mansion was brightly lit, and Cheng Qian's injured soul could barely open his eyes in the inner mansion.

His consciousness was so sensitive that he even faintly brought up the short section sealed in Yan Zhengming's wooden sword. Cheng Qian felt as if he was divided into two... no, it was three!

All his memories were spread out by some unknown external force, from Fuyao Mountain to Qinglong Island, page by page, without any detail, and then those pictures seemed to be tampered with by one hand at will, and the brothers who depended on each other became A mortal enemy with a hideous face, all the warmth has suddenly turned into a bone-chilling hatred.

On the one hand, Cheng Qian maintained his sanity under the dazzling light of listening to the universe, clearly distinguishing reality from illusion, on the other hand, he couldn't suppress the hatred that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, he seemed to have a third eye, looking back anxiously from the wooden sword.

There seemed to be a voice in the sea of ​​consciousness that kept repeating: "Kill him—kill him—"

This is... the soul of painting!

When Tang Zhen returned the memory to him back then, he painted his soul in it.

Cheng Qian was sober, but he couldn't resist the killing intent welling up in his heart. He couldn't feel the palm cut by the frost blade at all.

In fact, Shang Wannian didn't cheat him. Under normal circumstances, listening to Qiankun could indeed help him resist the painting soul. What's more, he still has a small part of Yuanshen in Yan Zhengming's wooden sword, so he can not be affected, but he happened to meet the big one. The evil wind that can blow the soul in the secret realm of the snow mountain...

Cheng Qian had no time to think about whether this was a coincidence or someone deliberately arranged it.