Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Tang Zhen paused in mid-air, and thousands of ghosts froze after him. Their faces were blank at first, and then they all showed a subtle doubt.

For a moment, many thoughts in Tang Zhen's mind were like sparks flickering in the wind after the fire dissipated, rising and falling chaotically one after another.

He couldn't figure it out anyway, who moved his body?

Yan Zhengming them?

But how did they escape from the Sea of ​​Darkness in the North, and what was the reason why they returned to Fuyao Mountain instead of directly following the trail of these people to Shuzhong?

Since they cannot come and go freely in the infinite space at will, how did they rush back in such a short time?

Who betrayed them his body hidden in Bingxinhuo?

In the blink of an eye, Tang Zhen was so bewildered that he didn't even have time to lose his temper.

how can that be possible?

He clearly doesn't trust anyone, and he has never had a heart-to-heart relationship with any living creature in this world. He is alone, holding the authority of infinite ghosts... Even so, can't he be foolproof?

The ghosts all over the sky are like a group of ignorant hanged ghosts, one after another in a daze in the air, the ghostly and devilish aura surrounding them gradually began to fade away, one after another was washed clean by the unknown breeze, and faded into ordinary souls in the air ,melted.

Like a row of morning dew, after a night of wind and dust, it quietly returns to the world, drifting freely and cleanly to the next destination.

It was filled with a kind of quiet and meaningful meaning.

Holding Yan Zhengming's soulless sword, You Liang saw all this up close, and was beyond shocked by the scene.

Tang Zhen's primordial spirit kept withdrawing from the dissipating ghosts, and finally was forced to merge into one. His powerful primordial spirit could still linger on after losing its body.

Tang Zhen didn't escape—maybe he was too shocked and forgot, or maybe he never thought of it and was momentarily stunned.

"It doesn't make sense..." Tang Zhen murmured, "The result of a million resentful souls is clearly due to me, it's impossible... how could something that was destined to change? It doesn't make sense..."

Li Yun was the first to react, and shouted: "What are you all doing in a daze?!"

Shui Keng and You Liang immediately reacted—by the way, this person is a master of ghost cultivation. There is no second person in the world who is more proficient in soul skills than him. Once the tiger returns to the mountain, he may be slowed down for a while Years, and what unheard of methods can be used to make a comeback.

The sword in You Liang's hand screamed, blocking Tang Zhen's way, Li Yun pulled out the sword from his waist, and the three of them rushed forward together with the puddle.

Tang Zhen's body had just been shattered, and was being backlashed by the ghosts flying away. Yuanshen was at the most vulnerable time, and had no time to dodge for a while, and was pierced by two sword qi successively.

He straightened up stiffly, facing the oncoming fire of Samadhi.

In the raging fire, Tang Zhen's still confused eyes slowly fell on the puddle.

The memory of his imminent death is like a tide going back and forth, rushing through the long time of deliberation, through the even longer life in purgatory of life and death with the Soul Eater Lamp, over the last life and death and parting...

Finally landed on a feather.

The feather twitched lightly in his heart, Tang Zhen's lips moved slightly, but nothing came out.

Some people's life is either black or white, and all the bright colors that pass by are like a flash in the pan to him, and they disappear for a moment.

There was a puddle in Tang Zhen's pupils, and the dilapidated Yuanshen disappeared like this.

The way of heaven is impermanent, how can people count all the traps?

I don't know if he thought about it at the last moment.

Like a dream, Li Yun couldn't believe that the sword in his hand would see blood one day, and even beheaded a big devil who had never been seen before or since. The family offered up this useless saber.

He was unable to find Bei, when Han Yuan suddenly roared angrily: "I'm going to die, it's not over yet, why are you so dazed, why don't you help me!"

Li Yun was brought back to his senses by his yelling, and only then did he remember the mess left by Bian Xu.

He fell to the ground with his sword, and saw that Bian Xu's sacrificial technique hadn't been weakened much, and the devilish energy summoned by Tang Zhen just now didn't intend to dissipate at all.

The puddle immediately turned around and surrounded the sacrificial forbidden technique with a ring of fire, allowing Han Yuan, who was at the end of his battle, to breathe a little easier.

Li Yun took out a handful of elixir and threw it into Han Yuan's mouth as if he didn't want money, and blocked the voice behind him impartially. Come.

The short rest and the wound medicine made Han Yuan's open wound start to heal slowly. Unfortunately, these pills only cured the symptoms but not the root cause. Sometimes one of the puddles was not guarded, and the sacrifice technique that rushed out would leave a hole for him.

Until this stage, Han Yuan finally admitted that he might indeed have committed a lot of crimes, and this time after time was like hacking into pieces, not to mention the ecstasy.

With a wave of Li Yun's hand, the army of insects that had just been knocked down by Tang Zhen revived on the spot, and they jumped around to help him explore the surrounding terrain, the broken demon-slaying formation, and the gathering spirits laid down by Bian Xu for the sacrifice. All the formations came back to his eyes one after another—the sacrifice was completed, but the spirit gathering formation was useless.

You Liang, a sword repairer, had no achievements in combat, frowned and said: "Senior, this is not the way, even if we are all exhausted, I think the power of this sacrifice will not be reduced."

"Master..."

Suddenly there was a faint cry from the side. Li Yun looked back and saw that Nian Dada was crushed under a pile of stones, and with difficulty he pulled out a gap, revealing his head: "I...I, I..."

Li Yun dug him out very worriedly, feeling that he would be repaired by his master in the next year.

"Cough, cough, cough," Nian Dada crawled out disheveled, "I know...this place is not far from Mingming Valley. There is a barren hill behind Mingming Valley, and the cliffs behind it are thousands of feet deep. Every step is dangerous and there is no one there."

Li Yunqi said: "How do you know there is no one?"

"I fell off Yujian once," Nian Mingming said, "My father sent out all the people in Mingming Valley to search for me for half a month before picking me up..."

Li Yun: "Okay, save your embarrassing things first, and lead the way—you and You Liang will help Han Yuan block the puddle for a while, and everyone else who is still alive will come and do me a favor. On the basis of the gathered spirit array, pull a spirit guide array to introduce the power of sacrifice into the barren mountain."

Han Yuan: "Hurry up!"

Li Yun flew away with the swords of the people, and at the same time shouted: "You have to bear it, it is really broken in two, I will say something nice to the big brother, maybe he can give you the real dragon flag."

Han Yuan was short of a keel and coveted the real dragon flag for a long time. Hearing this, he became extremely quiet on the spot, and without urging him with foul language, he said cheerfully: "Thank you, Second Senior Brother, don't worry, I'll last a while longer." No problem for a month!"

Li Yun was covered in goose bumps by his thanks, and he didn't dare to turn his head back.

Although the Soul Eater Lamp was shattered, the Heart Demon Valley was still on, and the demon energy on Fuyao Mountain also did not recede.

Yan Zhengming was connected with the head seal, and felt that there was still a steady stream of demonic energy permeating through the passage they had just walked through, so he asked Cheng Qian directly: "Did you hear that Qiankun told you how to seal this seal?" live?"

"I don't need it to tell me that." Cheng Qian withdrew his frost blade, turned and looked in the direction of Qing'anju, "I can guess it..."

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was referring to, and was immediately shocked.

"Didn't you say that we want to invite that stone back to the Buguitai?" Yan Zhengming's anxiety caused by Wanzhang Heart Demon Valley has been vented with that earth-shattering sword, and he returned to the stage for a short time. In his usual cowardly state, "One hundred and eight thousand steps, don't regret the steps, go up—my ancestors...you must be kidding me."

Cheng Qian glanced at him, indicating that he was serious.

Yan Zhengming's head turned big twice: "It's not that you haven't seen the stage of no regrets, I was knocked down after taking only one step last time, and when I finish walking one hundred and eight thousand steps, I might be able to see the master on the spot went!"

If it was in the past, Cheng Qian would definitely not listen to his nonsense, and would have carried all his thoughts into stone and left by himself, but at some point, he gradually began to realize that this kind of attitude was actually a bad thing for his senior brother. an injury.

All his life's patience was overdrawn to Yan Zhengming, and he waited until Yan Zhengming finished complaining before asking calmly, "Are you going?"

Yan Zhengming glanced anxiously at the demonic energy all over the mountains and plains around him, and his shoulders slumped: "...Go."

After speaking, he lifted his sword and walked towards Qing Anju first: "Try it, Sima is a living horse doctor, there are always more problems than solutions... Bah!"

His body is tired, his mouth is cheap, his heart is bitter, and it's all because of this slip of the tongue.

When I arrived at Qing'anju, I found that the wishful thinking was originally like a stagnant bay of stagnant water, but at this moment, there was a light-like halo slowly flickering in it, which seemed to be "flowing", almost Unparalleled appeal.

The flowing halo is like a lover's eye wave, which makes people fall into it involuntarily. Yan Zhengming just looked at it for a moment, and then stretched out his hand a little foolishly.

However, when his hand was about to touch the stone, he finally remembered that the "genuine product" was next to him, so he spun around and landed on Cheng Qian's shoulder in a detour.

Yan Zhengming hooked Cheng Qian's neck, heaved a long and hopeless sigh of relief, and sighed, "It's a good thing you're here."

Cheng Qian didn't reach out to touch it hastily, he brought the piece of Bingxinhuo that was pried open by Frost Blade. One end of this piece of Bingxinhuo has been cracked, and the other side is basically intact. The stone was stuffed into it, temporarily isolating the strong demonic energy around Xinxiangshichengshi.

Cheng Qian: "Stop talking nonsense, quickly open the passage with the head seal."

Yan Zhengming knew that it was not too late. He quickly opened the passage to the Valley of the Demons as he said, but at the same time he couldn't control his anger and asked, "Why have you been able to remain unaffected?"

Cheng Qian put his wish into stone on his shoulders through half of the ice heart fire, strode ahead, and said without looking back: "How do you know it has no effect on me?"

Yan Zhengming was taken aback, followed quickly, and asked chatteringly: "Really? What is its influence on you? If it's those messy and irrelevant things, forget it. If it has something to do with me, you can occasionally behave and let Shall I be happy... why are you walking so fast!"

Cheng Qian: "So that you can blow your mind dry."

This time, the two found the No Regrets platform with ease.

Yan Zhengming's crow's mouth once again showed its peerless demeanor, and it really hit the mark-there are more problems than solutions.

The two tried countless methods, whether it was trying to use the Yuanshen sword to send the stone to the high platform, or all kinds of strange magic weapons, they all failed here.

The [-]-step Suspended Buhui Terrace leads straight to the sky. It is frighteningly high and looks down on all living beings coldly, without any room for opportunism.

Cheng Qian took the lead in taking a step up, and his whole body seemed to have evaporated, leaving no trace of existence at all. He hadn't stood still at this step, and a tyrannical wind blew directly towards the two of them from top to bottom.

The body-protecting essence had long since vanished, and his hands and feet were as heavy as a shackle. Cheng Qian felt that he was no different from ordinary people in this matter. He drew out the frost blade and swept out. Without the essence, all the strength came from the flesh and blood. After this collision, his wrist shook violently. If it hadn't been for years of hard training in swordsmanship and timely unloading from the side, Cheng Qian almost fell off the stone steps.

Yan Zhengming held his lower back: "Be careful—how did you get here? Master must be a live animal."

Cheng Qian rubbed his numb wrist: "Senior brother, verbally bullying the master and destroying the ancestors is also deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors. You have to go up if you don't want to go, otherwise what do you say?"

How to do?

Yan Zhengming's first reaction was to hastily seal the crack, and then leave this difficult problem to future generations. In case another generation of apprentices and grandchildren produces another capable person like Tong Ru, let him work harder.

It's a pity, after all, he still wants to save face in front of Cheng Qian. This kind of words went around furtively in his heart, and he didn't have the nerve to show it, so he sighed and walked to the stage of no regrets with Cheng Qian.

After walking a hundred or so steps in this way, Cheng Qian's breath became obviously heavy. He kept moving his wrist, and the wrist bone made a "crackling" sound as if injured, and every step he took seemed to be pouring lead.

Yan Zhengming stuffed the big rock into his arms, and at the same time grabbed the frost blade: "Why don't you open your mouth when you have no strength? From now on, the two of us will change every [-] steps, and neither of us should be brave."

With the addition of Bing Xinhuo, the weight of the wish is only a hundred catties, which is no different from a feather to a monk, but at this moment, it is weighing heavily on Cheng Qian, who is almost out of strength, and Cheng Qian almost staggers Suddenly, my wrist almost cramped.

He raised his head and glanced at the Infinite Heaven Rank, and said with a wry smile: "I won't change back to a mortal, I really don't know that I am not good at learning."

Yan Zhengming waved his sword to block a gust of wind, took the time to glance at Cheng Qian, and said with a teasing smile: "Such a handsome young man, even if he is a mortal, who would let you carry stones for manual labor?"

After these words, Yan Zhengming did not wait for Cheng Qian's answer, he was already fantasizing triumphantly, and entertained himself: "If we are all mortals, I must be a rich member, what about you, um...you probably He's a poor scholar."

Cheng Qian: "...Why am I a poor scholar?"

Yan Zhengming is confident: "You are a person who can only spend money, but can't make money. If you have gold and silver mountains, you can't help but be a prodigal. If someone like you can be rich, the sun will have to come out to the west——I probably will." You're a lawless dandy, it's convenient for a dandy to meet poor scholars, you don't have to worry about anything, just rely on your wealth and power, bring a bunch of scumbags, and snatch you back!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

He was very impressed by the self-knowledge of the elder brother.

"After I snatch it back, I'll be soft and tough, coerce and lure you, and I will arrange you first, and give you what you love. If you don't want to know the current affairs, I will threaten your relatives and friends. In short, you will be begging for nothing. Extremely, given time, you say you won't give in?"

Yan Zhengming said it with nose and eyes, just like the real thing, Cheng Qian listened silently, and the melancholy between his brows gradually disappeared with his words.

He showed a little indulgent smile on this step-by-step, sinister stage of no regrets, and said, "Not necessarily."

Yan Zhengming was quite emotional: "Oh, yes, you have been smelly and hard since you were a child, you pretend to be gentle, and your temper is as bad as a stone in a latrine, it must not be so easy to get, um...then what should I do? "

Cheng Qian: "If you are willing to try seduction, it might be useful."

Just in front of a strong wind, the head of Yan, who was caught by a word of "sex lure" in a whimsical way, didn't come back to his senses, blocked the frost blade forward in embarrassment, and retreated two steps, one side was crooked and almost rolled on the stage Fortunately, Cheng Qian freed up a hand to catch him.

Cheng Qian shoved his wish into stone into his arms and took back his sword: "It's another hundred paces, let's change it."

Then he didn't know how to think, and he turned his head and added under the goosebumps all over his body: "...beauty."

Yan Zhengming rubbed his nose embarrassingly: "Dare to tease your head, you are so used to rebelling... Well, have you recovered from that ghost inheritance now?"

The smile on Cheng Qian's face faded away, he was silent for three or five steps, and the sword and the wind made a series of clinking noises.

Just when Yan Zhengming thought he didn't intend to say anything, Cheng Qian suddenly said: "In the secret realm of Daxue Mountain, in order to resist the painting soul, I will use your sword energy to forcibly break the seal of Ting Qiankun and accept the inheritance..."

Cheng Qian paused for a moment, and was stopped by the prohibition. He was silent for a longer period of time, and said in a low voice, "It almost melted my consciousness into it."

Yan Zhengming instinctively asked: "Which place?"

Cheng Qian didn't make a sound. He held the trembling Frost Blade hilt with both hands, and after forcing back a gust of wind, he turned the tip of the sword flatly around, drew a circle that repeated itself, and then looked up at the demon in his heart The valley can't see the sky above.

Yan Zhengming seemed to have caught something for a moment.

Cheng Qian may not even pay attention to the catastrophe. What can melt his consciousness and devour his soul?

Listen to Qiankun... Qiankun?

Yan Zhengming looked at his back in amazement, remembering the chime of the clock he heard through the wooden sword, and said in a low voice, "Is the 'it' in the universe... the real way of heaven?"

Cheng Qian could not answer as usual.

"Integrating into the Dao of Heaven" sounds like "Ascension", but Yan Zhengming didn't hear much longing from Cheng Qian's voice. When he first came out, Cheng Qian was even a little dazed, as if stuck in a dead end. It's like being haunted and unable to recover.

He remembered what Han Muchun said when he was young, "Ascension means death".

For a while, Yan Zhengming suddenly had a whimsical guess—is there really an "upper realm" that monks can ascend to?

"Ascending" means "cultivating the right fruit" and "obtaining the Tao". Then, will those who have obtained the Tao re-form a fairy world in the "Upper Realm"?

Do Taoists also have distinctions between good and evil, and intrigues?

But for beginners to practice, no matter which school or sect, isn’t the first lesson taught by the master all "the great way is invisible, heartless, and nameless"?

If a person is really invisible, ruthless and nameless, and his consciousness melts into the world, is he still a person?Do you still know who "I" is?Do you remember what you loved and hated when you were alive?Still... still alive?

Yan Zhengming said in a low voice: "Actually, there is no Taoism and longevity in the world, right?"

Cheng Qian was silent, three bursts of strong winds came suddenly, his wrist flew, and he threw three swords in a row.

For thousands of generations of monks, "Longevity" is like a carrot hanging in front of them, binding them in a long and lonely penance, so that they do not have to give birth and do not compete with mortals for profit.

Most of the sects of self-cultivation, like Mingming Valley, protect one side, eat mortals as offerings, or sell talismans to mortals. Except for a few catastrophes, monks and mortals have always lived in peace.

A person like Tang Zhen who has been eroded to the bone by the Soul Eater Lamp would be unwilling to see blood because of the restraint of heaven.

An ambitious person like the Third Prince would give up the throne because of his pursuit of longevity... although he did end up on the wrong path.

But if one day, these monks know that they are mortal, just like ordinary people, and what they are after is nothing more than an illusion, then what will happen to these powerful people who can call wind and rain at every turn?

They have superpowers, and they can overwhelm the rivers and seas at every turn. Mortals are like a group of ants in danger. There is nothing in the world that can restrain them. The kings and generals in the world are more like a joke...then the strong are respected, and the rituals and music collapse. Badness is inevitable, how smoky will this world be?

So is it because of this that the ancestors of the top ten sects sealed this secret in Ting Qiankun, signed the ten-party oath, and let the existence of Tianyan Chu?

Yan Zhengming didn't know if this was just his own wild imagination, and he couldn't trace the truth.

Cheng Qian would never be able to tell.

Yan Zhengming asked: "Then how did you escape from it?"

The frost-bladed sword light illuminated the dark platform of no regrets, and Cheng Qian, who was holding the sword, paused for a moment. He stood leaning on the sword, turned his head slightly, and looked deeply at Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming couldn't help thinking of Cheng Qian's extremely solemn "thank you" in Daxue Mountain, and his heart beat so dry for a moment.

There are so many things, needless to say, you are already an unbreakable bond in my world of mortals.