Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

In the vast Shu Mountains, Li Yun's extremely large spirit-guiding formation has been set up for ten days.

Setting up an formation is not like digging a ditch, he dare not make a mistake along the way, for fear that if one goes wrong, it will harm one side.

Anyone in this line of work who can still catch their breath is all led around by him, some lead the way, some search for spirit stones, and some help to calculate the formation. After ten days, they are all exhausted, let alone blocking the sacrifices in turn. Han Yuan and the others.

All the pills on the group went into the stomachs of Han Yuan and Shui Keng.

When Shui Keng swallowed the demon pill, he felt that he would be overwhelmed by this thing, but now he felt that 3000 years was not enough, [-] would be enough!

The moment Li Yun announced that the formation was completed, Han Yuan could no longer hold on to the body of the magic dragon, and instantly turned into a human form, fell half-dead and collapsed to the ground. The exhaustion was too much, and there was almost an almost terminal illness on his face. dead air.

However, even so, the lingering devil still stretched out his claws, desperately grabbed Li Yun's feet, and said angrily, "You... don't forget... the real dragon flag..."

Li Yun had no time to taunt him, and immediately took off his shoes, and went up with his bare foot and the sword.

With his sword like the wind, he chased the sacrificial technique whistling away along the spirit array, and was extremely nervous. For this thing, Li Yun's originally rich and powerful storage bag had been cleaned up, and all kinds of spiritual things, All the charms were consumed, even so, he still underestimated the power of this sacrificial technique.

The spirit-leading formation was almost leaked several times, and every time there was a breach in the formation, this group of monks would yell and yell like trackers by the river, swarming up, repairing and blocking, this enthusiastic work looks really like It is necessary to dig a deep ditch into the ground from the mountains in central Shu.

The elder of Baihu Mountain Villa was injured by a ghost, and he was so embarrassed that he had to rush to the front. He squatted in the sky with his sword, his arms hanging from his knees, his mouth stretched out, and he witnessed it up close. The sacrificial technique flowed down the river like a flood, and he picked up Nian Da who had almost bumped into him like a headless fly, put it aside, and murmured: "It turned out to be..."

When Li Yun saw it, he immediately sent a signal from a distance, waved his hands desperately, and asked all the people in the court to fall down.

The next moment, there was a loud bang of landslides and ground cracks, and all the people who were still foolishly standing in the sky were affected and rolled off their weapons one after another.

The sacrificial technique seemed to contain countless grievances, rage, hatred and despair. It flowed down from the high cliff, like a galaxy overturned, falling to the ground and forming a lake. In the process of gurgling and moving, countless barren mountains were razed to the ground, and the original landform was beyond recognition. The unfathomable cliff reveals a ferocious ditch.

sky……

The earthquake caused by the sacrificial technique lasted for a full day and a half before the dust settled. Li Yun didn't wear a shoe on one foot, and the golden rooster was carried independently, and he murmured blankly: "This can also block it for a while... ...Han Yuan, you are really promising."

Han Yuan was dying and silent, and seemed to have been caressed by his ancestors.

Shui Keng asked urgently, "What happened to him?"

Li Yun bent down and looked at Han Yuan for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Well, from this point of view, I may not be able to ask for the real keel for you, even if it is only one keel, if I really make it up for you, how could you?" Isn't it going to turn the sky upside down?"

Han Yuan, who was on the verge of death, immediately revived on the spot when he heard the words, and struggled as if he had returned to life, and smashed Li Yun's shoe with all his strength: "How dare you! I will never live with you!"

The elder of Baihu Villa freed up his hands and contacted several sects in Central Shu, including Mingming Valley.

The various sects also showed their eyes, and sent all kinds of wound medicine and supplies one after another the next day. The group rested in Sichuan for more than half a month before continuing to the south.

Han Yuan consciously took care of Tang Zhen and Bian Xu, healed his wounds and became more arrogant, and took the initiative to follow several demon cultivators who dared to rebel, and came to kill them cleanly to warn others.

When they arrived in the southern border, the devils who had a strange heart because of the death of the Nine Sages were basically overwhelmed by Han Yuan, and fell into dormancy for a while.

"The place where the miasma is blocking the way in front is where Yan Pedestrians are." Han Yuan said, "You guys are not welcome here, decent people, get out."

Puddle poked his head behind him, very curious about the world's number one demon cave, and asked, "Fourth senior brother, will your demon cultivators steal money and sex?"

"Jie," Han Yuan glanced at her and sneered contemptuously, "But Jiese only robs people, not long-tailed starlings, so you don't have to worry."

Puddle angrily sprayed fire into the back of his head.

"Don't forget to bring me the real dragon flag." Han Yuan waved his hand to dispel her little Martian, and then strode towards Yan Pedestrian's lair.

He flicked his sleeves, and a huge mountain gate came out out of thin air. On it, the word "Nightmare" flying like dragons and phoenixes was like a monster with its bloody mouth wide open. The dark and cold demonic energy flew up and down, blending with the poisonous miasma in the forest. It looked unspeakably sinister.

A bloody gossip chart flew out of Han Yuan's tattered Panlong robe sleeve, and hit right next to the word "Nightmare", immediately branding a bloody mark.

The blood marks seemed like oil dripping into boiling water. For a moment, countless pairs of prying eyes rose and fell in the valley of Nightmare Pedestrian, looking carefully at the returning big devil.

Wearing tattered clothes like a beggar, Han Yuan walks like an emperor returning to the Dragon Court. His figure like no one else broke into the hometown of demons.

It's a pity that it was destroyed within a few steps - the puddle was about to burn him dry just now, seeing his back, my heart suddenly felt empty again, and I couldn't help but shouted: "Fourth senior brother, we will come to play with you in the future!" !"

Han Yuan: "..."

"Just kidding," he thought through gritted teeth, "shame on me."

A huge dragon shadow flashed behind Han Yuan, and the black dragon plunged headlong into the miasma in southern Xinjiang like a sea dragon, never turning back.

He will stay here forever.

The group parted at this point, and You Liang, who had settled Tianyan's funeral, had nowhere to go. Li Yun followed Yan Zhengming's promise to Wu Changtian and decided to take him back to Fuyao Mountain.

After Nian Da made a report, he went to the East China Sea alone, looking for Nian Mingming's reincarnation.

But in the vast crowd, how easy is it to find an ordinary little baby boy?What's more, Han Yuan just told him a general direction, whether it is correct or not is still a matter of discussion.

Nian Dada wandered around the East China Sea for a few days, not reconciled, and wanted to find a place to live for a while, and slowly searched.

He pretended to be an ordinary person, asked someone to inquire about cheap places to complain, and was led by a fisherman to a very remote place on the east coast. Rows of red fruits hung like blood drops, and there was a dilapidated small yard under the tree.

A few big stones circled a pigsty at the entrance of the courtyard, and there was a pair of pairs beside the door. On the left was "three papers and one night", and on the right was "I can't live with love".

Nian Da was overwhelmed by such courage, and knocked on the door timidly after a long while, not daring to knock loudly, like a mouse scratching the door.

After scratching for a while, no one answered, Nian Da was ready to leave, when he heard a "creak", a man with a big arm and a round waist came out from inside, he was clearly a mortal, but his whole body had a kind of air of calm and prestige.

The strong man stared at Nian Da, and shouted: "Aren't you full? Will you knock on the door? Can't you stay!"

Nian Da was overwhelmed by the indescribable grandeur of this mortal, and said casually: "Stay...live, ex-senior, I live."

"Senior?" The strong man raised his eyebrows, and said in a loud voice, "Oh, you are still a monk after a long time of trouble. I have never seen such a useless monk like you. Pay the money and get out!"

Nian Da didn't dare to have the slightest objection, and rolled in roundly.

And it wasn't until Nian Da lived in the East China Sea for more than two months that the evil energy in the mountains and rivers gradually settled and dissipated——

The [-] steps of the No Regrets Terrace made the two great masters of the world trek for nearly three months.

There were countless wounds on the two of them. Even Cheng Qian couldn't help but staggered at the moment he saw the top, and almost knelt down.

It was too difficult, and the light of Shuang Ren's sword was worn out. Cheng Qian almost wanted to roll down from here, and he couldn't imagine how Tong Ru got up in the past.

There was silence and silence on the Buhui stage, and Yan Zhengming's steps in front of him suddenly stopped.

Cheng Qian said in a weary hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhengming: "Come and see."

I saw a footprint on the Buhuitai, which was soaked in blood, and now the blood stains have revealed the color of old rust, but it was faithfully preserved by the Buhuitai, without a trace of fading for hundreds of years.

Just looking at this soul-stirring footprint, one can imagine what it must have been like for Tong Ru to break in alone. He stepped on the platform of no regrets with one leg, and the other leg was still on the stone steps, with injuries all over his body.

He must have been at the end of his strength, weakly propping his hands heavily on his knees, leaving such a heavy footprint.

When he raised his head with the last bit of strength and looked at the shining dream come true, wouldn't it be as if he was looking at an unreachable dream?

No one took turns holding the sword with him and guarding each other. He alone was burdened with unreasonable thoughts that he had nowhere to express.

Thinking about it this way, even though the junior knew that he was obsessed with selfish desires and caused many disasters, he suddenly couldn't say such harsh words.

The original imprint of Xinxiangshichengshi in the middle of Buhuitai is still there, the two paused for a moment, and hurriedly removed Bingxinhuo.

That stone seems to have a spirit, as long as someone pushes it lightly, it will return to its place by itself, and it will settle down seamlessly.

The floating light flowing in the middle of it froze for a moment, and the devilish energy that was always entangled around it seemed to have turned into a handful of fine ash, and suddenly disappeared.

I don't regret that the stage is spotless, and there is not a single spell, but it just makes people feel extremely quiet, as if all kinds of ambitions and extravagant hopes in people's hearts, when they come here, they will involuntarily calm down and return to the cleanliness of human nature.

Walking through one hundred and eight thousand steps here is like a destination that has passed through one hundred and eight thousand catastrophes.

Cheng Qian heard the complex cries and shouts, laughter and roars, and they left him together, like a dream that he had been immersed in for many years came to an end, and his heart was unprecedentedly clear for a moment, as if he heard the vague way of heaven in the universe again.

His legs were a little numb, and his feet staggered, so he simply followed his instinct and lay down on his back, listening to the troubled demons around him gradually calm down and docile, feeling that he had no strength at all.

Yan Zhengming was not much stronger than him. He put more than half of his weight on the Frost Blade, stood beside him for a while, and suddenly asked: "Back then, Master Tong Ru made a wish for everything he wanted to come true. At that time, I would like to sacrifice millions of resentful souls... What about now? How about it?"

Cheng Qian closed his eyes and said almost inaudibly: "It's nothing, that stone didn't make his wish come true, did it?"

The bloodline of the Fuyao faction was still broken, and Master Mu Chun was still dead.

The old people still left one after another, and the world was still dragged into a protracted chaos...

So far only rest.

The catastrophe is like a fire that burns across the plain, crushing it ruthlessly and irresistibly, burning everything in ashes.

Only the tender shoots of fine grass, after the dead silence, still sprout silently in the spring breeze.

"Spring on a dead tree" is like a beginning, or maybe an ending.

Yan Zhengming stood quietly for a moment, and said, "When we go back, take me to Wangyou Valley if you have time. I kind of want to see Master and Grandmaster."

Cheng Qian said without hesitation: "Go and show off to them, senior brother, your great achievements in turning the tide and reviving the sect in the past century?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

It feels really uncomfortable to be seen through by a junior.

Angrily, he raised his leg and gave Cheng Qian a kick: "If you are told to lead the way, you will lead the way. How can there be so much nonsense!"

It's a pity that this planned trip is doomed to backfire.

Two months later, Yan Zhengming held a "blind eye leaf" in his mouth, tried hard to hide his anger, and sneaked into Wangyou Valley with Cheng Qian at dusk. Arrived at Tong Ru's burial place.

Unexpectedly, the bones that were there had disappeared.

The two searched around the spot for several times, but found nothing. Cheng Qian almost suspected that he had misremembered the place, until he finally dug out a rusty copper coin from under the big tree.

Only then did he remember what Tong Ruu said, if he comes next time, he might not be able to see each other again.

Probably the man's sentence has expired, his major crime has been redeemed, and he finally went with the mountains, rivers, plants and trees.

The two left Wangyou Valley the same way before dawn, and Yan Zhengming spit out the blind leaf and asked, "Have the souls of Master and Grandmaster dissipated?"

Cheng Qian thought for a while, and replied, "It's better to say it's ascended."

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt relieved.

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