Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

"Impossible..." Tang Zhen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly remembered something, "No, how did you get rid of the painting soul?"

Cheng Qian smiled silently, and there was an indescribable meaning in that smile, as if there was a layer of strange vicissitudes floating on the surface, and underneath it was hidden his forcibly suppressed meaning.

Yan Zhengming was startled, but before he could react, his feet trembled violently—by the way, the nasturtium has deciduous leaves, and since the leaves have been picked, the Daxue Mountain will of course collapse.

"No wonder," Cheng Qian pinched the small leaf and said in a low voice, "If it's a demon cultivator, then this leaf only recognizes the sect of the myriad demons, right? No wonder the sect of the myriad demons is also called 'Northern Lord', It turns out that there is such a meaning. Tang Zhen, have you ever heard of a precedent of a demon cultivator successfully ascending?"

Tang Zhen showed an arrogant and mocking smile on his face, and said, "Little friend, it's up to people."

Only when he said these words, he was still vaguely the same as when he bid farewell to Tong Ru at the foot of Fuyao Mountain more than 200 years ago.

Cheng Qian looked at him quietly, and gradually, the anger and coldness on his face gradually faded, and a little bit of self-mockery and sadness surfaced, as if he was looking at Tang Zhen, or looking at something through Tang Zhen something else.

His eyes were bleak, and it seemed to be pity.

Normally, Cheng Qian only frowned, and Yan Zhengming knew what he was about to scold. At this time, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that he could see a little lovelessness in Cheng Qian's eyes.

Cheng Qian indifferently picked up the golden lotus leaf in his hand, and forcibly opened the unopened leaf with his fingers without pity.

Tang Zhen's complexion finally changed, he couldn't maintain his easy-going demeanor any longer, and the blood that was unique to demon cultivators appeared in his eyes, which were bright red and looked a little ferocious.

Tang Zhen: "Wait, what are you doing?"

Cheng Qian said lightly: "There are so many things in this world that are created out of nothing, all because of you people's wishful thinking."

Tang Zhen: "No, you can't..."

Cheng Qian suddenly closed his palms together without any warning, and without any sympathy, the fragile golden lotus leaf immediately shattered in his palm.

Tang Zhen was stunned for a long while in disbelief, then suddenly let out an inhuman scream, and rushed towards him almost madly.

He no longer bothered to cover up the soaring devilish energy all over his body, and his whole body turned into a cloud of black mist.

Yan Zhengming actually wanted to scream, but it was the golden lotus leaf in the Great Snow Mountain, a treasure in the world that so many people had never even heard of, how much is this damn worth!

Cheng Qian, this prodigal toy, actually crushed it!

These goods that don't need to support the family are simply too careless!

However, on the one hand, the secret realm is constantly collapsing, and there is a big devil in front of him. Cheng Qian seems to be extremely unstable both physically and mentally. Although Yan Zhengming wants him to kneel on the rolling pin for a month, at this time He had no choice but to pull Cheng Qian behind him, and raised his sword to meet Tang Zhen.

There was a loud noise from the depths of the Daxue Mountain secret realm, and in the distance, the huge ice layer began to crack in large areas.

That Tang Zhen didn't have the appearance of a gentleman, his eyes were so red that he was almost bleeding, his face was filled with black energy, it was clear that he had been haunted by evil energy for a long time.

But just as soon as they fought, Yan Zhengming's hand holding the sword was numb from his shock, and Yan Zhengming couldn't help being shocked——Han Yuan has never been qualified to win Beiming, is it because he has no chance to beat the previous Beiming Lord, or Because of Tang Zhen?

And this is not his real body, it's just a ghost image!

A few other ghost figures appeared from nowhere, with ice slag from the secret snow mountain on their bodies, and they lined up neatly behind Tang Zhen.

Yan Zhengming didn't dare to take it too seriously, and stretched out his hand to make a tactic. The Yuanyuan wooden sword's aura was fully activated, and the tyrannical sword aura ignored the falling ice around it, and pressed on Tang Zhen step by step.

At this moment, Frost Blade came out of its sheath with a clang, and the coldness in the entire secret realm of Daxue Mountain seemed to be stirred away by Frost Blade. Cheng Qian took advantage of Yan Zhengming to hold Tang Zhen back, and flashed past like a ghost, the shadow of the sword was treacherous. , a sword "You Wei" seemed to penetrate every hole, and cut several ghosts behind Tang Zhen with a sword.

"Little devil, you guys are too aggressive." Tang Zhen's face became grim, the century-old arrangement was broken by Cheng Qian's palm, Tang Zhen was almost insane, the sequelae of Yuanshen being locked up with the Soul Eater Lamp for a long time It burst out without any buffer, "Do you really think that wishful thinking stone on Fuyao Mountain is beautiful?"

With a flick of his sleeve, he collided with Yan Zhengming's sword wind, and the devilish energy torn apart by the sword energy seemed to have an extra sharp edge: "You guys alone, can you kill me?"

Tang Zhen laughed loudly: "The golden lotus leaf was ruined by you, I can wait for the next one, but can you wait?"

What does it mean?Yan Zhengming's thoughts changed quickly, and before he had time to reason, the ghost possessed by Tang Zhen suddenly exploded without warning, and the power was no less than that of ordinary monks self-destructing their souls.

He ran away!

The crumbling Daxue Mountain secret realm completely collapsed, and the sky-shattering waves rushed into the shattered secret realm. The ghost of Tang Zhen in front of him fell apart in the water of Beiming. Yan Zhengming only had time to grab Cheng Qian and barely isolated a path The body-protecting true essence was buried under the water of Beiming.

The pressure of the most magical seawater in the world is too great to bear. Yan Zhengming's breathing is stagnant, and he has the illusion of being buried alive for a moment. Except for Cheng Qian, who is held tightly by him, Yan Zhengming seems to be disconnected from everything around him. He couldn't even feel the Sword of Primordial Spirit that he released.

People do not float up in the water, the incomparable pressure of the sea water is like an inescapable palm, pushing them to the bottom of the North Underworld.

At the same time, Li Yun, who was thousands of miles away, only felt that the sword of Yuanshen in his hand lightened, and the shining sword energy flashed twice, and then dimmed, as if the connection with the master was broken.

Li Yun was startled for a moment, then his face suddenly turned pale: "Brother, something happened!"

The puddle hadn't recovered from the ashes of the toba in his hand, and he said in shock: "Second senior brother, what are you talking about, don't scare people!"

Li Yun, who was eloquent just now, suddenly became incoherent for a moment: "This sword of the primordial spirit...is left to me by him, I can feel that the connection is suddenly broken..."

A sharp explosion sounded in the air, interrupting Li Yun's voice. Li Yun was startled, and when he looked up, he saw Han Yuan and Jiang Peng stopped their hands at the same time, and they separated. —It turned out to be a demon-slaying formation exactly like the one under Taiyin Mountain!

Nine days of black clouds rolled, the disciples of Baihu Villa had never seen this battle, they retreated in surprise, and then a huge knife shadow fell from the sky, pointing directly at Han Yuan.Han Yuan didn't hide, he looked up at the knife light in the clouds, a sneer appeared on his face, and then he flew up to meet him.

"This is not right!" Li Yun thought dryly, "Didn't Bian Xu know that Tianyan had used the demon-slaying array on Han Yuan? Is he really old and confused? How could he repeat his tricks on such things? ?”

Jiang Peng suddenly lost his opponent, and looked up at the sky where the swords and swords were shadowed, but he didn't know why he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue.

There was only a crisp sound, and the Demon Slaying Knife condensed by the black cloud met the Demon Dragon. The wind of the knife overflowed, and the top of the mountain closest to the two of them was flattened in an instant. Sparks spread out, like a string of fireworks under the wind of a knife.

Han Yuan was in Jiuxiao, and said with a smile: "There is more than one place in the world where the Sword of Primordial Spirit can lose contact with its master. Your senior brother may have gotten into a mouse hole. Li Yun, what are you making such a fuss about?"

Li Yun's eyebrows twitched, and she keenly heard something from his voice.

"The scourge has lasted for thousands of years, who in this world can hurt him?" Han Yuan said, "I don't think you should worry about it."

Li Yun raised his head, the glint of the sword made him unable to open his eyes. He wanted to ask the churning dragon in the sky, with such a firm tone, was he just comforting himself, or did he really see some clues from the Three Lives Secret Realm?

Outside Shifang Terrace that day, what did Han Yuan see in the Three Lives Secret Realm?

However, he was not allowed to open his mouth. A circle outside the Demon Slaying Formation, the huge flag of Xuanwu Hall rose in the wind, fluttering in the air, and a group of people headed by Bian Xu walked straight over at the eye of the formation.

The crazy Soul Eater Jiang Peng seemed to have changed suddenly. He stood there quietly, his thin face being illuminated by the light of the sword in the Demon Slaying Formation. He murmured: "Oh, this Xuanwu Hall Master—with such a heart, it’s no wonder that the power of the world refuses to fall on him despite his age.”

With the long knife of the demon-slaying formation on his shoulder, the dragon narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Bian Xu.

The elder of Baihu Villa didn't wait for him to speak, he jumped out to charge the battle first, pointed at Bian Xu's nose and scolded: "What do you mean? You are a dignified Xuanwutang, take the lead in rebelling, I think you are not as good as those in rags Devil!"

The dragon in the sky snorted angrily when he heard the indiscriminate attack from friend and foe.

Bian Xu said coldly: "That's the oath that you Baihu Villa made with their Fuyao faction, and I didn't agree to it. The face of Guishan Villa can be changed as quickly as a book. As soon as the owner of Shangzhuang knew that his life was coming to an end, he immediately called for everyone. Such a big backer, who is really dedicated to the villa...why don't you see your big backer, Yan Sect Leader?"

The elder of Baihu Mountain Villa jumped up and said, "You've gone crazy!"

Bian Xu's face was calm: "My only son died, and my mental state was stagnant. It is impossible to improve my cultivation base for the rest of my life. Immediately, my life expectancy will only be 20 years. This is also a majestic Four Saints... Now that I have nothing, I am afraid What?"

Han Yuan turned into a human shape with his arms folded across his chest, and fell slightly from the air: "Is it my fault?"

Elder Baihu glared at the demon dragon's shit-stirring stick, and continued: "Killing people should pay for their lives, Brother Bian, this demon dragon can't atone for his crime with a thousand cuts, but he still needs to clean up the current mess in Nanjiang, Xuanwu Hall Even if it is for the well-being of the common people..."

"The well-being of the common people..." Bian Xu smiled softly, "When you killed my son, why didn't you think that Xuanwu Hall was also the master of one party, why didn't you mention whose well-being?"

Elder Baihu was momentarily at a loss for words.

Bian Xu didn't give him a chance to speak, and said calmly: "Kill the magic dragon, and I will take care of these magic cultivators myself!"

As he said that, he didn't wait for anyone, and the horizontal sword broke into the demon-slaying formation, and rushed towards Han Yuan. Of course, Han Yuan was not a vegetarian. Just as he was about to fight back, the blood oath mark on the back of his hand flashed suddenly. Yun began to roll like a warning, and the Demon Slaying Formation was about to move.

Han Yuan cursed secretly, turned over from the air, and everyone in Baihu Villa immediately greeted him. The flash of sobriety on Jiang Peng's face disappeared again, as if someone had attached to him for a short time. flew away.Jiang Peng gave a strange cry, and once again only the word "Beiming" was in his eyes, and thousands of ghosts followed him to block Han Yuan's way.

The Righteous Way and the Righteous Way, the Demonic Way and the Demonic Way, fought in an extremely chaotic mess, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

At this moment, there was a slight buzzing sound from all around, and something seemed to flash past around the Demon Slaying Formation, and it was covered up by the noise if you didn't pay attention.But others didn't hear it, but the puddle heard it. Although she didn't know what it was, Mao instinctively exploded.

Shui Keng opened his eyes wide, seeing that Han Yuan's violent temper was unbearable, and he was fighting back against a thunderbolt, and slapped the aging Bian Xu away with his palm.

Bian Xu was slapped about ten feet by the furious demon, and he vomited blood on the spot.But a strange thing happened, the blood oath seal on Han Yuan's hand did not bite back.

This means... what?

Could it be that after such a short period of time, Bian Xu has lost his temper and is no longer protected by the blood oath?

Han Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head to look at Bian Xu in amazement: "What did you do?"

Bian Xu slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, his face shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and dense wrinkles climbed up the corners of his eyes and brows, as if an invisible knife was slashing across his face, his eyes gleamed with blood However, a strange spell floated around his body like a totem.

"What is that?" the elder of Baihu Villa asked in a murmur.

Han Yuan didn't say a word, but clenched the epee in his hand.

The next moment, I saw that Bian Xu suddenly opened his arms and raised his arms, his gray hair fell in pieces like fallen flowers, his voice was hoarse like a cuckoo crying blood, and he roared to the sky: "The emperor——"

As soon as these two words came out, Li Yun's hairs stood up: "He wants to sacrifice?"

Sacrifice is one of the most insidious spells. Ordinary people can kill people invisible with the technique of sacrifice. The power of the curse has been passed down from generation to generation, not to mention Bian Xu, one of the four saints in the past.

Once this technique is completed, his body, hair, skin, three souls, seven souls, children and grandchildren, and his lifelong inheritance will all be gone.

Elder Baihu roared incomprehensibly: "Just for his ineffective turtle son, he wants to sacrifice? As for it!"

Do not……

The lifespan of a monk is long enough, and the kinship of children is weak, as long as they want to, can't they be born again?There will be countless people who are willing to commit themselves to him as the majestic Xuanwu hall master.

He did it for the glory of his life in the past, but today's Xuanwu Hall in Xishan.

In the past, Bian Xu ordered him to speak out, and no one admired him, but now he can't get the justice he wants even if his parents and children are killed.

He was trapped alive in the past and the present, crushed to death by the decline of prosperity and decline.

Is it true that the person Bian Xu hates the most is Han Yuan, who has a vengeance against him for killing his son?

Or is Han Yuan just his excuse?

At this time, these have no way to verify.

Han Yuan rushed towards Bian Xu without hesitation, trying to interrupt him before he finished his sacrifice and spell casting.

At this time, a black shadow rushed out out of thin air, and Jiang Peng in the soul-eating lamp appeared to block Han Yuan's way. In an instant, the black dragon epee collided with the ghost three or four times in succession.

Han Yuan's expression changed suddenly, and he turned to look at Jiang Peng suddenly: "You are not Jiang Peng, who are you!"

A strange smile appeared on Jiang Peng's face.

"Who am I?" "Jiang Peng" laughed, "You wouldn't even be able to guess—"

Bian Xu was not affected by them, and made a gesture of worship: "Houtu!"

Li Yun: "What are you doing in a daze, stop him!"

You Liang's swords of Yuanshen suddenly merged into a cluster and rushed towards Bian Xu. The puddle held the completely gray sparrow feather in his hand, gritted his teeth, and revealed the body of a red crane, wrapped in the true fire of Samadhi, and rolled towards the A large group of ghost shadows opened the way for Jian Guang.

"Jiang Peng" laughed softly, laughing so hard that Han Yuan's hairs stood on end.

Han Yuan stopped the puddle, pinched Tonghe's long neck precisely, and threw her behind him. The next moment, there was a loud noise in the air, and a ghost suddenly exploded, surrounded by five or six disciples of the White Tiger Villa. There was no time to dodge, and the corpse was blown apart in the blink of an eye.

"Jiang Peng" raised his head with a smile, looked at Han Yuan, and made a "bang" mouth.

Han Yuan turned into a magic dragon, and the terrifying magic energy hastily formed a protective layer, wrapping everyone in it.

The next moment, the ghosts in the air exploded one after another, like thunder, which was much sharper than the shadows of swords and swords in the half-baked demon-slaying formation, but for a moment, Han Yuan couldn't sustain his dragon form, like a kite with a broken string It also regained its human form and fell from the sky.

His Panlong robe was dripping with blood, this time it really became what Elder Baihu called "rags".

With a gloomy expression, Han Yuan waved the hand that wanted to help him out of the puddle, and barely supported his body with the epee to stand upright.

Suddenly, the hundred thousand mountains in central Sichuan trembled restlessly, and that Bian Xu seemed to rise into the air crazily, and said loudly: "My blood body——"

His old skin exploded like a torn bag, and his whole body turned into a bloody skeleton, exposing scarlet muscles and thick white bones, like a blood corpse that had been skinned alive.

But he is still ignorant: "Primitive Spirit—"

The corpse with only flesh and blood exploded, and a ball of light in the air seemed to be slightly surging like a monk's purple mansion. Bian Xu's soul was sitting in it, surrounded by thick blood.

Bian Xu could no longer use his mouthpiece to speak, and a roar as mighty as a bell rang out from the exposed inner mansion: "Three souls and seven souls!"

As the words fell, the sacrifice was completed, the phantom of the soul-eating lamp suddenly disappeared in the sky, and a large group of ghosts suddenly flew away like a swallow. up.

When Gu Yanxue died, the East China Sea was in turmoil for a day and a night. Bian Xu was so unknown among the Four Sages before his death, but after his death, he was more shocked than anyone else.

The entire Shu region is based here, and the invisible impact surges in all directions at an extremely fast speed.

The mountains are collapsing, and the birds, beasts, insects and fish have no time to escape. The villages in the mountains seem to evaporate from the world, and they are submerged in the boundless darkness. Fresh resentful souls are boiling everywhere. Like ushered in a feast.

The sun and the moon are not seen in the world, it seems that there is only one lamp full of evil spirits left, constantly sucking ghosts from all directions.

Han Yuan's pupils shrank violently.

He couldn't deny his indiscriminate killing. Countless monks outside the Suzaku Pagoda died at his hands. Han Yuan understood that even if he was smashed to pieces at this time, there was a reason for his crime.

But monks sow karma and reap fruit, why do mortals living here suffer from such indiscriminate disasters?

Those faces that were sucked into the Soul Eater flashed past him one by one, and Han Yuan's pupils almost shrank into a tiny dot.

The cause that Tong Ru planted back then has finally been answered in such a cruel way.

Jiang Peng, who originally stopped Han Yuan, stretched out his arms, showing a smile as if he had got his wish. He was bathed in the unspeakable killing, opened his arms, and let Bian Xu's forbidden technique crush him.

Jiang Peng's body disintegrated like a walking dead, revealing a ghostly shadow that was with the soul lamp.

Puddle covered his mouth and recognized who the ghost was.

The next moment, the tumbling forbidden technique had already crushed them, Han Yuan pushed the puddle far away recklessly, and then he turned into the body of a dragon again, screaming and neighing, and his body stretched like a million miles. The ridge and the city wall made a huge circle on the spot, connecting at the end, trying to block the forbidden technique left by Bian Xu with flesh and blood.

Tang Zhen's eyes met Han Yuan in Soul Eater Lamp, Tang Zhen smiled slightly and shook his head.

Then he stretched out his hand to make a claw, and a sharp claw made of a ghost in the air fell down and directly inserted into the body of the dragon.