Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

What surges in the sea of ​​the Northern Darkness is not so much water, but more like a clear and turbid world.

The boat can still float when it is on the surface of the water, but once a person is in it, it is as if a hand that cannot break free is pressed on the top of the head.

The mighty monk is not a bastard, and he can bear it for ten days and a half months. He was really pressed in the water for three to five years.

The sound of the surrounding water is as quiet as death, it seems that it is not flowing, only when the people in it try to challenge the power of the Northern Darkness beyond their limits, they will be taught a lesson of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai.

Yan Zhengming tried several times to forcefully break the pressure on the top of his head with sword energy, but he felt as if he was shaking a tree.

A mortal—even a mortal who has already entered the domain of Sword God, is still an ant in front of the sea of ​​darkness.

Cheng Qian's tit-for-tat confrontation with Tang Zhen just now seems to have spent all his mind. At this moment, there is a bit of confusion in his eyes, although he is asked to do whatever he wants, and he can go wherever he is pulled, but Yan Zhengming always has something to say. This kind of feeling - as if as long as he let go, Cheng Qian can melt in the sea water for a long time, even if he is soaked into a floating corpse, he has no objection.

Yan Zhengming was scared to death by him before, and he didn't know if the painting soul was clean now, so he dared not provoke him again, let alone expect him to have any useful suggestions, but the surrounding was too quiet, and he couldn't bear it. He opened his mouth to break the silence, carefully teased Cheng Qian, and said, "Although the matter of dying for love sounds quite dignified, I have been wise and powerful all my life, so I can't die so silently!" Cheng Qian listened to him. Finally, there was some reaction, the eyeballs moved slightly, and the corners of the mouth raised stiffly.

Yan Zhengming caught his tiny reaction, and hurriedly said again: "Hey, you said that if Tang Zhen is the Soul Eater Lamp, wouldn't the ghosts in the whole world be sent by him alone, and whoever he wants to attach to will be determined by himself?" Attached to who, can travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye?"

Yan Zhengming sighed casually, but when he said this, he suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.

He frowned, and without waiting for Cheng Qian's answer, he said to himself: "I remembered, so he was in front of the ten square formation, and he kept agitating to lock Han Yuan on Fuyao Mountain, not to sell my face, Rather, he was worried that Han Yuan would really turn his back on the shore and take action to clean up the chaos of the Nanjiang Yan pedestrians, right? He said just now that he was running for millions of resentful souls, and only when there is chaos will there be dead people. He is only afraid that the world will not be chaotic."

Following his words, Cheng Qian's scattered eyes narrowed slightly.

Yan Zhengming: "You said he failed to get the golden lotus leaf from here, will he go to trouble with Han Yuan and the others next? Tongqian, what is going on with you, can you just talk to me? I see you flustered!"

Cheng Qian closed his eyes slightly, lowered his head and rested his forehead on his shoulder, and hugged him tightly with both hands, like a frozen beast, trying to absorb a little bit of body temperature from him.

Cheng Qian was indifferent by nature, and he didn't want to get bored with others. Occasionally, Yan Zhengming wanted to try "ears and temples together", but he couldn't finish three and a half sentences.

Yan Zhengming was flattered at first, then carefully softened his voice, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you... Is it because Tang Zhen feels uncomfortable? Or is it the sequelae of the painting soul..."

"It's not because of him—brother, do you know about Ting Qiankun?" Cheng Qian buried his head on his shoulder, his voice sounded muffled, "The third prince said before the Ten Square Formation'You are all deceived by Ting Qiankun 'It's what he said... it's on me now."

That ear imprint?

Yan Zhengming was stunned, and asked, "What is listening to Qiankun?"

"It's an inheritance, a..." The words behind Cheng Qian were automatically silenced. He opened his mouth several times to try to reveal some clues in different ways, but there was an irreversible force restraining him, preventing him from saying a word. When he came out, Cheng Qian's fingers ruthlessly dug into Yan Zhengming's clothes, feeling that those words were about to explode his chest.

When your primordial spirit is restored by yourself, and you accept the inheritance I sealed here, you will understand that there are restrictions in the inheritance, and no one can tell the secrets of listening to the universe—including the dead.

Cheng Qian wished he could yell, he finally figured out how the magic-eliminating seals of the various sects controlled by Tianyan came from, finally knew what the so-called "Oath of Ten Directions" was, and finally understood why Shang Wannian He must be allowed to accept the inheritance only when the primordial spirit is fully restored, and finally understand why the majestic owner of the White Tiger Villa has been hiding from the world and seeing no one, and has lived himself like an old lunatic...

But these secrets were all trapped in his heart following Ting Qiankun's prohibition, and he must guard this secret alone and fearfully all his life.

Yan Zhengming didn't know why at first, but suddenly, he seemed to feel something, stretched out a hand to rest on Cheng Qian's chest, then frowned, and asked softly, "Is this... the prohibition of speech?"

What exactly is that ear-shaped imprint?Why can you unlock the painting soul?And why let Cheng Qian pick off the golden lotus leaves without restriction?

There were countless doubts in Yan Zhengming's heart, but seeing that Cheng Qian couldn't say anything, he had to swallow all the questions back into his stomach, and patted him on the back gently, for fear of embarrassing him again.

Cheng Qian took a deep breath, managed to calm himself down, and pretended to be relaxed, "Since I'm not allowed to say it, then I won't mention it——Tang Zhen... I guess he won't give up, since he can say 'million The resentful soul should be on him', that is, there must be an arrangement, although Han Yuan may not be able to beat him, but he may not be able to fight him."

Yan Zhengming: "In any case, we have to get out of here first. This Beiming is like a dead sea. If it sinks like this, we may really sink into the eighteenth floor of hell."

"Dead Sea..." Cheng Qian repeated it in a low voice, and suddenly thought of something, he put the frost blade on his waist, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, let go of Yan Zhengming, and waved out a sword intent.

Yan Zhengming's eyes lit up, this is exactly the move in the Fuyao wooden sword to return to the basics, "spring comes from a dead tree".

The dead tree is the vitality in the Jedi, and it is very appropriate to use it here, but before Yan Zhengming could boast, "This response is very savvy", he saw a looming sword qi swaying out of the frost blade, soft and smooth, It's a pity that the sword bearer's mood was unstable, and the sword's intent could not be fully integrated, and it quickly melted into the sea water, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Cheng Qian gave a "tsk", frowned slightly, and when he was about to start again, Yan Zhengming held down his wrist.

Yan Zhengming: "The trick of spring with a dead tree is that the way of heaven has left a glimmer of life for all things. With this one, two can be born, and two can then beget three, and then three can beget all things."

Even though Cheng Qian couldn't say it, the stagnation and stagnation in the sword intent couldn't fool anyone, especially the sword cultivator.

Yan Zhengming looked at him sternly for a while: "But why does your sword only have the meaning of jedi killing, what were you thinking just now?"

Cheng Qian was speechless in a daze.

Yan Zhengming looked solemn, and suddenly, he grabbed Cheng Qian's hand holding the frost blade, and said in a low voice, "Look."

Unfamiliar sword energy poured into the frost blade through the overlapping of their hands, and Yan Zhengming's completely different true energy wiped away the thin frost on the fierce sword in an instant, revealing the originally shiny sword body.

Then, the lingering sword energy rolled out from the frost blade, stirring up the sea water in front of the two of them in a circle, and the frost blade made a loud "hum", and a huge flower bloomed in the originally stagnant water of Beiming instantly. The splash of water first formed a line, and then exploded on the spot, radiating away in all directions.

The surrounding sea water was constantly being stirred up, and then boiled up one after another. This out-of-the-box dead tree flower seemed to grow from the gap, with extremely strong vitality, and it filled the sea area in a blink of an eye.

The next moment, the buoyancy lost under the entire Beiming Sea re-condensed, and the two quickly stopped sinking.

Yan Zhengming didn't let go of Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword, and looked straight into his eyes and said, "This is the spring of a dead tree. Do you want me to teach you again for Master? If you give me half-death, you just wait." Let's get cleaned up!"

Before Cheng Qian had time to admit his mistake, he shouted, "Be careful!"

Hearing a loud noise, the disturbed sea surged up earth-shatteringly, as if to crush the two of them to death. Under the crisis, the weak breath on Cheng Qian's brows finally dissipated, and he rushed to the water at the fastest speed. Let go of the body protector's true essence, even so, the two of them were still bumped into a mess.

The two of them floated up at a very abnormal speed, faster and faster, the surrounding sea water was already in chaos, and no one dared to open their eyes for a while.

I don't know how long they had been "flying" in the water. Suddenly, the two of them lightened up suddenly. After a sharp "buzz", Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming pierced the Beiming sea straightly with a sword energy, and got out of water.

Yan Zhengming had had enough of the suffering of the North Sea, and as soon as he escaped, he immediately took out his wooden sword, not daring to stay in this evil sea, and pulled Cheng Qian, and flew out like a bolt of lightning: "Let's go! Get out of here first!"

The abyss and wall of sea water that had been raised due to the secret realm of the Snow Mountain on the sea surface had been blown flat, and the two of them no longer dared to take a leisurely boat ride like when they came here, and Yu Jian flew thousands of miles away in one breath.

Cheng Qian finally found the opportunity to say: "It's better to wait until this matter is settled, and then you can deal with me—do you think Tang Zhen will go to Han Yuan immediately?"

Yan Zhengming: "When I first entered the secret realm of Daxue Mountain, I felt that the Yuanshen sword left by Li Yun before leaving was touched. You also know that Li Yun will never touch these life-saving weapons unless he is about to die. Things... leave this sea, I can probably feel the direction of the Yuanshen sword, why don't you follow me to find it?"

After such stimulation, Cheng Qian finally slowly regained his lost vitality as if he had just left the ice pond.

"Then we have to find the year of the monkey?" Cheng Qian said, "You can't be like Tang Zhen. As long as there is a ghost, his soul can wander from the end of the world to the corner of the world at any time. When we Yujian rushes over, I'm afraid the day lily will be gone." It’s cold, let’s talk about killing a bunch of ghosts, he can create new ones, it’s useless.”

Yan Zhengming: "You mean we're going to go straight to his soul-eating lamp? Do you have a clue?"

Cheng Qian: "I'm thinking, don't rush."

"Wait, be careful!" Yan Zhengming suddenly turned the wooden sword sharply in the air without warning, raised his hand to grab Cheng Qian's shoulder, and the frost blade screamed, and the two stopped at the same time.

Cheng Qian followed his gaze, and saw a dusty ghost floating not far from them, holding a milky white halo in his hand, waiting for them in the air.

Yan Zhengming: "Is that Tang Zhen's ghost? Waiting here, do you want to observe for his master to see whether we are dead or not?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, and followed the halo Yu Jian stepped forward.

Yan Zhengming quickly chased after him: "Slow down, slow down, these ghosts are not much cheaper than ordinary monks' self-detonation... Hey, why is it him?"

Cheng Qian looked solemn: "Liulang?"

This ghost is actually the boy Liu Lang who has been following Tang Zhen's side!

When Liu Lang was possessed by Jiang Peng and was about to die, Cheng Qian used his true energy to nail his three souls and seven souls into his body, and entrusted Nian Da to take Liu Lang to Tang Zhen, who was proficient in the way of souls, for rescue.

Tang Zhen gave him a lingering life, and Liu Lang was grateful for his life-saving grace, and followed Tang Zhen all the time, serving him conscientiously and being his Taoist boy, even though he actually had the opportunity to stay in Fuyao Mountain like a young man ——

Yan Zhengming lost his voice and said, "Isn't this kid just...Tang Zhen is too mad!"

Cheng Qian stretched out his hand and tore off a scrap of fabric from his body. Using the frost blade as a knife, he drew a precise Qingxin Talisman in two or three strokes, and raised his hand to pat Guiying Liulang on the chest.

This pure heart talisman is not the same as the semi-finished product that Cheng Qian made by mistake a hundred years ago. Once it entered Liu Lang's body, Liu Lang's eyes suddenly became clear, and even the grayness on his face faded a lot. Waking up from a nightmare, he stared at Cheng Qian for a moment: "Senior Cheng."

Cheng Qian said quickly: "Will Tang Zhen not even let you go? Do you know where the Soul Eater Lamp is? Your soul should not be fully refined yet. If you take us there quickly, maybe you can be free." , in time..."

Liu Lang smiled slightly: "Senior, it's too late."

He held the light in his hands with both hands, and the ball of white light flew towards Cheng Qian like a tired bird returning to its nest. Before it got close, Cheng Qian felt that it was the real essence he had shot into Liu Lang back then.

Liu Lang said: "I can only escape thanks to the nail that my predecessors nailed to my soul. It was the nail that led me to this place. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you. Fortunately, God has mercy on me, and finally let me last until now. It returns to its owner."

The true essence went straight into Cheng Qian's palm, and at the same time, Liu Lang's soul also became darker and lighter, as if he was about to fly away.

"The main body of the lamp is hidden in a piece of Bingxinhuo on Fuyao Mountain. The Bingxinhuo taken by Senior Cheng was divided into two by him. One section was brought into the snow mountain and the other section was left in Fuyao. The Bingxinhuo can isolate all spiritual consciousness, even All the Fuyao Mountains are under the eyes of Sect Leader Yan, and you may not feel its existence."

After Liu Lang said this, his whole body had faded into a phantom. Cheng Qian instinctively stretched out his hand to grab it, but only caught a handful of air containing the sea breeze. Go, nowhere to be seen.

The two looked at each other, and Yu Jian flew towards Fuyao Mountain like a shooting star.

"I even sealed the mountain for him." Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "It's really well served."

The two of them traveled to the extreme northern ice field, passed Xuanwu Hall again, and alarmed the bells flying directly above it, but this time, no one came out to check.

The Xuanwu Hall entrenched in the extreme north is like a huge shadow, sitting on top of thousands of miles of white snow like a dead thing, as silent as if there is no human habitation, and a dilapidated Xuanwu flag is floating alone in the air, stiff with cold.

Yan Zhengming: "What's going on?"

Cheng Qian glanced over and said, "Bian Xu is dead."

Cheng Qian's voice fell, and he suddenly pulled out the Frost Blade, and a wave of "Wang Hai Tide" fell from the sky to the Xuanwu Hall. screamed, and then dissipated unwillingly.

Yan Zhengming was dumbfounded: "Is this the demon that has become a reality?"

Cheng Qian: "I guess he was either killed by Han Yuan, or he went crazy and did something stupid... Either situation is very troublesome."

The two of them almost turned into two meteors in the ice and snow.

At the same time, Tang Zhen, who had already transferred his Yuanshen to the middle of Sichuan by the ghost, took a deep breath. The invincible dragon was like an invulnerable scale under his palm, which was extremely fragile, as if it was vulnerable to a single blow.

Tang Zhen's eyes were filled with blood, and his vision was blurred for a moment.

At the moment when he saw the blood, all the calculations in his heart were wiped out. Tang Zhen had the illusion that he had grasped the supreme authority, and he felt that unparalleled power.

This is a demon. He can come and go everywhere in the sky and on the earth. There are no rules to restrain him. All living beings are like ants crawling under his feet.

He is a master of ghosts, all ghosts are his distraction, he alone is a thousand troops——

The golden lotus leaves are ruined, can't we wait for another time?

Who else is his opponent in the world now?

Tang Zhen's heart swelled infinitely, and finally fell into the instinct of the devil. When he saw blood, not to mention Tang Zhen, even Han Yuan, Tong Ru...all couldn't control themselves.

The blood mist covered the demon dragon Han Yuan, who suffered heavy blows from both sides, but refused to retreat. Tang Zhen looked at him condescendingly and said, "Don't you think it's ridiculous? The fruit of a million resentful souls should be here now." On me, the destiny belongs to me, even if you stand here, you are just seeking death in vain, why bother?"

Even when Han Yuan reached this point, he still had a cheap mouth that was not happy to see other people's pride, and said with a smirk: "I often hear people from famous and decent families talk about 'walking for the sky', and it's already very pleasant to hear it once in a while." I’m ashamed for them, I never thought that there would be such a monster like you, brother Tang, in my Great Heavenly Demon Dao, who is your ass sitting on the same bench with?”

Half of Tang Zhen's giant claws had penetrated into his body, Han Yuan took a few breaths, managed to maintain the body of the dragon, and still refused to let go: "You... uh... you are a newcomer Is it? Then I have to tell you, those of us who are heretics, talk about this kind of thing all day long, but it will make people laugh!"

Tang Zhen smiled helplessly: "You really don't cry when you see the coffin."

Han Yuan shouted angrily, the whole dragon body stretched to the extreme, and the flesh and blood seemed to be boiling.

He let out a painful growl, but still gritted his teeth to hold it back.His life seemed to be full of ups and downs, but he was actually going with the flow, and he couldn't help himself at all.

When it was time to move forward, he was retreating, and when it was time to hold back, he couldn't help but rush forward.

Over the years, he has either painfully advanced on the wrong path, or painfully regretted the wrong path.

Maybe some people don't know how much understanding and persistence are needed for the words "advance and retreat appropriately" until they are about to die.

"The way of heaven..." Han Yuan said in a low voice, "My Fuyao faction has followed the way of humanity since ancient times. What does this goddamn god have to do with us?"

The puddle suddenly turned into a red crane, and she threw herself at Tang Zhen without thinking about herself. She opened her mouth and didn't know how to address Tang Zhen, "Bastard", as if scolding herself, and called "Father", I also feel that this person is not worthy.

So she simply spit out a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire, and burned it directly at the ghost that was caught in Han Yuan's body.

Li Yun: "Shuikeng, get the hell out of here!"

Han Yuan said angrily: "Go away, the grievances between us devils, what's the matter with you fat mynah!"

Puddle cried: "You are fat, you are all fat!"

Tang Zhen turned to the puddle expressionlessly, and the ghost image re-condensed into a lifeless hand, grabbing at the puddle's wings.

Puddle deftly glides in the air to dodge, covered in flames, she is like a phoenix walking through, the jumping flames set countless circling ghosts on fire, Puddle shouted to Tang Zhen: "I am not born of blood!" One day I will become the most powerful demon king in the world! I was born of Tonghe, without a father!"

The corners of Tang Zhen's eyes twitched suddenly, and the big claws formed by the ghost shadow suddenly dispersed, and then condensed again behind the puddle without anyone noticing.

Li Yun: "Be careful!"

The giant hand grabbed Tonghe's slender neck, the puddle struggled desperately, and the fiery red feathers fluttered down. Tang Zhen saw it in his eyes, and hesitation flashed across his indifferent face for a moment. Covered by cold killing intent.

At this moment, a mixed-haired bird of unknown species rushed over fearlessly, opened its mouth and spit out a wooden sign it was holding in its mouth, and put it on the puddle. The wooden sign instantly burst into a dazzling white light, knocking Tang Zhen flicked it out—it was the puppet talisman, drawn by Tang Zhen himself 200 years ago, the demon queen was reluctant to use it until her death, but now she turned to its original owner.

The miscellaneous-haired bird fluttered and flew over, chirping and chirping: "Eggs of the king and queen, run, run... Chirp!"

It was pinned to the ground by a phantom that turned into an awl, struggled pitifully a few times, and died.