Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

The wooden sword carrying Cheng Qian's soul trembled violently, and Yan Zhengming held the wooden sword in his hand in amazement, feeling the painful resonance between it and the person who refined it.

Yan Zhengming didn't know what happened to Cheng Qian, so he said decisively: "I'll take you out of here first, and I'll talk about it when I have something to say."

He reached out to hug Cheng Qian, but Cheng Qian instinctively raised his palm to pat him.

This murderous aura was overflowing, and as soon as the palm came out, Cheng Qian was startled immediately, and then he took back the piercing true essence surging in his palm, causing the palm to be raised high and then fell gently, extremely Restrained and gently waved Yan Zhengming away, but did not hurt him at all.

The deep zhenyuan went back and forth, and the force of backlash made half of Cheng Qian's body numb.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, staining his clothes red, and his chaotic consciousness was briefly cleared up under the stimulation of pain.

Yan Zhengming asked in shock, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Qian ignored him. Firstly, it was a long story, and secondly, he didn't understand it very well, so he really didn't have the strength to explain it.

But he knew in his heart that not only would Yan Zhengming not listen to the nonsense that he told Yan Zhengming to let him go first, but he would even come closer nervously.So Cheng Qianmo just waved his hand at Yan Zhengming silently, bit the tip of his tongue, and in the bloody smell in his mouth, taking advantage of the sobriety brought by the pain, he simply and neatly removed his limbs and joints, and then seized the time to concentrate Inner Palace, all of his true energy was drawn into the sea of ​​​​qi, ignoring the restless true energy in it, and concentrated on smashing the seal that Shang Wannian left in his primordial spirit.

Before his death, Shang Wannian worried that his damaged Yuanshen could not bear the inheritance of Ting Qiankun, so he sealed Ting Qiankun. Only when his Yuanshen repaired it completely, the seal would break by itself.But at this time, he couldn't care so much anymore, Cheng Qian was eager to release Ting Qiankun, and wanted to use it to get rid of the painting spirit that Tang Zhen had fallen on him.

As for whether he could stand the harsh inheritance at this time, Cheng Qian didn't think about it at all.

When conditions permit, he will naturally act in a safe manner, and if he is pushed into a desperate situation, he will never believe that there will be anything he cannot do.

Yan Zhengming only felt that all the chills around him rushed towards Cheng Qian for a moment, and when he passed by him, he was froze, and a small ear imprint suddenly lit up between Cheng Qian's eyebrows.

In the secret place of Daxue Mountain, there is no room for a gleam of light when lamps are blown and waxes are pulled out, but the luminous imprint is not affected by this place at all, getting brighter and brighter, so bright that Yan Zhengming can clearly see Cheng Qian's pale lips There was blood stained on the face and a black air was looming between the brows.

Yan Zhengming couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, and didn't dare to go forward—he had an intuition that this seemed to be some kind of mysterious inheritance, but the place was wrong, and the timing was even worse.

Besides, what kind of inheritance wants him to abuse himself like this?

Yan Zhengming had never heard of it, and he didn't know what would happen to Cheng Qian if the inheritance was interrupted halfway.

He absolutely didn't dare to take Cheng Qian's risk, so he had to take the wooden sword back to the inner mansion, and used his power of primordial spirit to soothe the trembling wooden sword over and over again.

After all, the wooden sword was his original sword. Over time, Yan Zhengming felt a faint resonance from it. He felt as if he heard a faint and distant bell.

Without allowing him to think about it, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt the secret place of the Daxue Mountain under his feet vibrate, and he heard the sound of the sea's raging tide through the thick ice.

The water of Beiming outside is resonating with the thing between Cheng Qian's eyebrows!

Yan Zhengming was extremely alert, his whole body was almost stretched into a sword, and he thought: "It's fine if it's just the resonance of sea water, but it must not be..."

As soon as this idea came up, I heard the sharp wind coming from the secret realm of Daxue Mountain again. The evil wind came back without warning. chased after me!

Yan Zhengming almost smiled wryly, it was the first time he knew that he also had a crow's mouth.

Even if the sword cultivator is not considered copper-skinned and iron-boned, he has been forging his body all year round, but he is not made of mud. Ordinary swords can't hurt him at all, but he was just swept away by the wind just now, leaving behind a few half-foot-long wounds. The wound, until now, Yan Zhengming's back was still experiencing unbearable pain.

He took a deep look at Cheng Qian, who was already completely unconscious, and called out the wooden sword in his hand. All the swords of the primordial spirit were lined up beside him, and the aura of the sheathed state was fully opened. In the secret realm of the snow mountain, a sword field opened up.

The Daxue Mountain Secret Realm was startled by hearing the cruel inheritance of Qiankun, and seemed to have discovered the intruder belatedly.

Yan Zhengming quickly wove a vast sword net with the Yuanshen sword, and with a low shout, he overwhelmed himself and refused to give an inch, trying to firmly isolate the snow-capped mountain.

The sword domain and the gang wind met on a narrow road, and in an instant, thousands of light spots fell apart, and sharp weapons that cut iron like mud were bent down one after another in the fierce wind of the world.As soon as they fought, half of the sword field was wiped out in an instant.

The cold light reflects on the wall, the bright candles are dim, and the sound of gold and stone is endless. Yan Zhengming's long hair has been completely blown away by the passing wind, and his robe is fluttering, with one or two more cracks from time to time. It didn't take long for his clothes to be almost ragged .

And he closed his eyes slightly, letting the sword intent of the Fuyao wooden sword surge in his hands.

He used to think that Cheng Qian was dead, and he couldn't open the lock in the seal of the mountain no matter what. He thought that one day he would be able to suppress the spiritual consciousness of the previous heads of the seal of the head with his own power, and forcibly cross the seal of the mountain. Fuyao Mountain reappeared in the world.

At this time, in front of Yan Zhengming was the whole treacherous secret realm deep in Beiming, and he was holding a wooden sword, motionless like a mountain...

"I am such a life-saving person, why do I always encounter things that seek death?" Yan Zhengming thought.

The "sheathed" sword is more restrained than the sword that goes out, but it is more lingering.

And the violent must not last long—

He started a long tug-of-war with the entire Daxue Mountain by himself, without a trace of the sword energy in his body showing, it poured continuously from his inner mansion into the sword domain.

Constantly blown down by the tyrannical wind, and then constantly stand up again.

It was day and night in the snow-capped mountains, and Yan Zhengming himself didn't know how long he had lasted, and the long-lost pain gradually appeared in the meridians all over his body, like needle pricks, which meant that his inner energy was about to be exhausted.

It has been a long time since Yan Zhengming has experienced this feeling of being at the end of a crossbow. He couldn't help but look back at Cheng Qian. His face was as pale as paper, but he seemed to be able to draw infinite strength from it.

Yan Zhengming suddenly felt very strange. He thought that with his temper of being afraid of pain and suffering, he would not be able to persist until the lamp ran out. , but once there is Cheng Qian by his side, everything will be different.

Cheng Qian can turn him from a piece of "delicate" shortbread into a broken rag that can't be squeezed dry. Even if it looks ugly, if you twist it hard, it will always hold up again.

Needle-like pains gradually spread all over his body, and Yan Zhengming's limbs seemed to be torn apart. It was a severe warning from his drained meridians. He ignored it, and suddenly removed the barrier around his body. Suddenly, it rose from the ground, and in an instant, Yan Zhengming's entire inner mansion was empty. There was a roar in his ears, and he pushed all the swords out with one palm!

The Primordial Spirit Sword turned into sword intent in the air, everywhere, counterattacked like an overwhelming mountain, and uttered a scream in the air that was almost like the roar of a beast, and the gang wind in the secret realm of Daxue Mountain was pushed back by him at this moment.

Yan Zhengming swayed, and his body had already started to ooze blood. He tapped the ground with his long sword and stopped forcibly, but his eyes were already loose, and he murmured unconsciously: "Xiaoqian..."

Not being able to protect the young Cheng Qian has always been his lifelong regret. Time has passed, and Cheng Qian has become so powerful that he is no longer needed. Only the residual fear from that year is still lingering in his heart.

An indescribable smile appeared on the corner of Yan Zhengming's mouth, and then he passed out in a standing posture.

The wooden sword came out of his hand, but it didn't fall down. The tip of the wooden sword was down, hanging in the air, always loyally blocking him.

However, after waiting for a while, a stronger counterattack did not come. Gang Feng was scattered by the sword intent for a while or something, and wandered back to the depths of Daxue Mountain again.

Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief in his battered spiritual sense in the wooden sword - he felt indescribable at this moment, the whole person's spiritual consciousness was divided into two, half in the body, half in the wooden sword, as if two brains were thinking at the same time and interfered with each other , he really experienced Han Yuan's feelings, whether it was the taste of the soul of the Chinese painting, or the weirdness of being divided into two.

The spiritual consciousness in his body desperately resisted the influence of the painting soul, maintaining his last rationality before hearing the opening of the seal of Qiankun, but the spiritual consciousness in the wooden sword guarded Yan Zhengming, usually thinking about the cause and effect amidst the noisy interference of the painting soul .

Seeing the gang wind receding, Cheng Qian took a short breath, but doubts surfaced in his heart—what does the hint of the painting soul mean?

Why did Tang Zhen want him to kill Yan Zhengming?

If it is said that Tang Zhen wanted to stir up chaos in the world, then he might want to get rid of Han Yuan and Shang Wannian and others, but it's not that he doesn't understand Yan Zhengming - the senior brother of their Fuyao sect has so many pieces of scales all over his body. He can count on one hand, as long as no one touches him, he will be able to stay quietly on Fuyao Mountain for the rest of his life, and he will definitely not take the initiative to make trouble.

Why would it be necessary for Tang Zhen to provoke such a ferocious and powerful swordsman for no reason, and go to great lengths to lure him to the secret realm of Daxue Mountain?

Even if Tang Zhen is really crazy, he must want to kill Yan Zhengming through him, so why didn't he do it in Fuyao Mountain?

On Fuyao Mountain, they spend so much time together day and night without any precautions, Yan Zhengming will never be able to escape by any means, why do they have to be here?

You must know that the secret realm of Daxue Mountain is in danger every step of the way, and neither of them can see the other clearly. Since entering here, their nerves are very tense, and sneak attacks are almost impossible.

Why did Tang Zhen think that as long as he did something, he would be able to kill Yan Zhengming?

Cheng Qian was originally a monk of Yuanshen, and he had experienced seven thunder disasters. He was far from Han Yuan who was so humble and easy to control. If he found that something was wrong with him, he would definitely resist. Casually injuring the sword cultivator of Sword God Realm would be too much to think of him.

At this moment, Tang Zhen moved the painting soul buried in him, what else could it do except scare the snake?

Yan Zhengming just woke up from a coma for a moment. He leaned against the wall in embarrassment, first felt the chaotic wind direction in the secret realm, and then seized the time to adjust his breath and took a long breath before turning his head to take a look Cheng Qian, who was still, said to himself: "It's not dead yet... Hey... When will you get up and comb my hair?"

The ear mark between Cheng Qian's eyebrows seemed to be brighter, and as he continued to penetrate the increasingly crumbling seal, the familiar burning pain that seemed to burn him into a pile of ashes rushed into his internal organs again.

This inevitably affected Cheng Qian's spiritual consciousness active in the wooden sword, and the wooden sword made a soft "hum".

Yan Zhengming tore his eyes away from Cheng Qian's body, and suddenly raised his head to look into the depths of the Daxue Mountain. With just one glance, some indescribable impulse suddenly arose in his heart, as if something in that secret realm was against him. There was an indescribable attraction that made his heart beat wildly.

However, he didn't move, Yan Zhengming's hand slowly stroked the wooden sword in his hand, and said to himself: "It's strange, it suddenly feels like there is a you who just got out of the bath."

Cheng Qian was trying his best to perceive and listen to the situation of the universe, unfortunately, when he heard this, he was almost swayed by the trembling wooden sword.

Yan Zhengming stood up three steps away from Cheng Qian. He didn't get too close to disturb him, but he was able to completely put him in his line of sight. In this way, he seemed to be able to resist the inexplicable gravitational pull of the deep snow mountain.

Yan Zhengming licked his chapped lips slightly, feeling that not only was something wrong with him, but even the whole secret place of Daxue Mountain was moved by something.

Suddenly, he blinked vigorously, and saw a ray of light piercing out from the depths of the secret place, like a handful of pure gold broken in the darkness. At first there was only a ray, and then it slowly spread out, as if in the darkest place. Thousands of golden flowers bloomed in the place.

The mysterious and quiet halo rippling back and forth in the secret realm of ice and snow, reflecting sparkling lights everywhere, like a fairyland on earth.

The situation is too indescribable, and everyone who sees this scene can't help but hold their breath.

Yan Zhengming was dumbfounded for a while, and a guess suddenly flashed in his mind-is that the leaf of the golden lotus in Daxue Mountain?

Does the golden lotus leaf actually exist?

The moment the golden light came out, Cheng Qian felt that the painting spirit in his inner mansion could not be suppressed immediately, and the black energy immediately occupied his inner mansion, and the weak primordial spirit was almost submerged in it. The rest of the corner where Ting Qiankun is located is still barely enough.

Cheng Qian, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Those eyes were colder than when he used his exercises, almost invisible to the bottom.

Yan Zhengming came back to his senses immediately: "Ancestor, you are awake."

Cheng Qian ignored him, his bones and joints made a crisp sound, and then he stood up precariously, his whole body covered with frost.His movements were extremely stiff, and the blood-stained Frost Blade revealed an undisguised killing intent.

At this moment, the wooden sword in Yan Zhengming's hand suddenly escaped his control. It turned out that Cheng Qian's spiritual consciousness in it took over the wooden sword for a short time while he was unsteady, and the long-accumulated sword energy hit himself.

Yan Zhengming grabbed the handle of the wooden sword, but he still couldn't stop it in time. He watched helplessly that the sword energy had sunk straight into Cheng Qian's body.

Of course Yan Zhengming knew that Cheng Qian was responsible for the trouble in the wooden sword, he was surprised and angrily said: "Cheng Qian, did you take the wrong medicine!"

Cheng Qian's body swayed, as if he didn't know the pain. Frost floated on his face along his neck, and there was already a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't know it. He stared at the front with lifeless eyes. Familiar eyes... Yan Zhengming's spine shuddered, it was the soul of painting!

Cheng Qian slowly lifted the Frost Blade, and the tip of the sword slashed across the ice, making a tooth-piercing sound. He almost staggered, walking towards Yan Zhengming step by step.

"Does he want to kill me?" The thought flashed through Yan Zhengming's mind quickly, his whole body was cold from the head to the bottom of his feet, and there was a commotion, and he stood there in a daze for a while.

Suddenly, a burst of golden light flashed across the corner of his eyes, and Yan Zhengming's heart skipped a beat—by the way, Golden Lotus Leaf!

No matter who he was, he didn't know when the other party had laid hands on Cheng Qian, but as long as he could get the leaves of the nasturtium flower, he would be able to beat the painting soul.

With this thought in mind, Yan Zhengming squeezed the wooden sword in his hand tightly, not letting Cheng Qian use his sword energy to harm himself, and flew towards the light source of the golden lotus leaf.

The consciousness in Cheng Qian's wooden sword immediately understood what he was going to do: "Brother! Stop!"

But no one could hear what a sword was saying.

Tang Zhen led them here, and used the strong wind to shake his soul and trigger the painting soul.

That person is proficient in all kinds of soul spells, why did he choose to paint the soul?

In the blink of an eye, a guess suddenly flashed in Cheng Qian's mind - because Yan Zhengming had seen a real painting soul at the East China Sea, he could recognize it, and no one in the Fuyao School would forget the painting soul.

Of course Tang Zhen knew that Cheng Qian couldn't kill Yan Zhengming, just to frighten the snake, if he saw that he was trapped by the painting soul, what would be Yan Zhengming's first reaction?

It goes without saying - the leaves of the nasturtium.

At that moment, the consciousness in Cheng Qian's wooden sword fluctuated violently, almost touching Yan Zhengming's inner palace. Yan Zhengming felt the familiar consciousness and instinctively paused.

Cheng Qian resolutely forcibly withdrew his spiritual consciousness hidden in the wooden sword back to the inner mansion, wrapped in a sheathed sword repair sword energy from the wooden sword, and directly slashed at Ting Qiankun's seal.

The loose seal fell apart in an instant, and the sealed spirit in his inner mansion blazed brightly, as if it was about to scorch his internal organs, and the unspeakable sorcery on Cheng Qian's eyebrows was swept away. When he got up, the soul of the painting was instantly wiped out.

Immediately, a more severe test came.

Cheng Qian's whole body seemed to be on fire. The fine frost that had condensed on his body just now melted away visibly, soaking his hair and clothes in a blink of an eye. It was the same as when Julingyu hadn't completed his physical body, and he was almost split out of his body by the Heavenly Tribulation for the first time.

Cheng Qian lost control of his body and fell limply.

The secret place of Daxue Mountain trembled, and Yan Zhengming ignored Cheng Qian's hand, pulled him into his arms, and said in his heart, "If he wants to kill me, let him kill me."

Yan Zhengming was almost shivering from Cheng Qian's scorching body, and then, Gang Feng, which had disappeared without a trace, flew over randomly again, and the sharp blade-like blade rammed wildly like a wild horse in the secret realm, completely out of control.

Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian tightly. Almost at the same time, the secret place under their feet collapsed. Yan Zhengming used sword energy to defend himself and Cheng Qian, forming a protective film, wrapping the two of them to the secret place together. Go deep.