Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

At first, the three mice avoided Cheng Qian who was covered in flesh and blood, two ran towards Yan Zhengming, and finally a big mouse rushed in front of Li Yun.

It seemed that Li Yun was just passing by. He searched his body and found that he had been distracted all day, and he didn't bring a weapon... Although it might not be useful.

In desperation, Li Yun tore off the feather pinned to his neckline, and confronted the mouse spirit in a colorful manner.

Real Zipeng, as a powerful demon, even lost his hair. The mouse visibly flinched when he saw it, staring at a pair of small bright eyes, and circled around Li Yun back and forth, slyly estimating Is he bluffing, or is he really not easy to mess with.

Li Yun was terrified by it, and his calf cramped unfortunately, but he knew that he couldn't show his timidity, so he had to endure it, with a look of sternness like holding back urine.

Fortunately, Cheng Qian soon came to help him with his fangs.

It didn't take Cheng Qian much effort to recover from the killing. He thought that he should be shocked and uncomfortable, but found that he wasn't.

When he raised his blood-stained fangs with both hands, his heart was as calm as if he had just cut a cabbage, and such a calmness hung on his face, making him almost like a kid who wanted his life.

Cheng Qian soon discovered that it wasn't that he was afraid of the mouse spirit, but that the mouse spirit was afraid of him. When he took a step forward, the big mouse took a step back and threatened him with grinning teeth.

Once the enemy was weak, he felt more confident and advanced instead of retreating. But the mouse, as soon as it realized that the intimidation was ineffective, immediately judged that the opponent was a tough guy, and ran away like hell.

All things have spirits, it is not easy to practice, and finally become a spirit, who would spare their lives?

Seeing that one ran away, the other two followed cautiously, although they didn't understand what was going on.

This small group of rats ran away with their heads in their hands, and the army was defeated like a mountain.

Li Yun sat on the ground with his buttocks, and was finally free to concentrate on cramping.

But just when they defeated the first wave of enemies and didn't let go, Yan Zhengming suddenly heard a strange movement behind him. Cheng Qian in the distance seemed to see something and shouted to him: "Be careful!"

Yan Zhengming rushed forward instinctively, and neatly performed the move in the second form of "repeated and repeated".

He swung the saber violently, and just as it hit some kind of sharp weapon, a hoarse roar sounded.

Yan Zhengming pinched the hilt of his sword in embarrassment and retreated. He turned around and took a closer look, only to see a huge lynx lightly landed a few steps away from him, and turned into a half-human shape on the spot - the monster was tall, except for the pointed Outside the claws, they almost turned into human shapes, and even smiled sinisterly, licking their lips with their scarlet tongues.

No wonder those mouse spirits ran fast, they were caught by the praying mantis, the cicada and the oriole!

Young Master Yan's skin was tender and tender, and it was delicious at first glance. The lynx spirit rubbed its toes on the ground excitedly. The next moment, it rushed towards him like lightning. Its powerful front paws were almost invulnerable. The blade of the sword didn't even hurt the fur.

As soon as the lynx's sharp claws pressed, it pressed his sword down with brute force.

Yan Zhengming tripped over something, and staggered and fell back. The lynx spirit was overjoyed when he saw it, and when the void became a prototype, he pressed a paw on him and opened his mouth wide.

Li Yun and Cheng Qian were far away from each other in the first place, and the hasty fight here was as swift as a rabbit's ups and downs, and the two of them were completely unable to rescue them.

In desperation, Li Yun stretched out his hand into his bosom, but didn't see what he found, so he threw it at the lynx indiscriminately.

Cheng Qian glanced at him from the corner of his eye: "Second Senior Brother, don't..."

But it was too late for him to stop, the small porcelain bottle hit the lynx's head with precision, and most of the remaining water in the bottle was sprinkled on the lynx's body, and the lynx with shiny fur was transformed into a huge lynx in the same place. the toad.

For a while, even Lynx himself was stunned.

The lynx was frightened and angry, and seemed to want to growl, but in the end it only let out a sloppy "croak". It even stuck out its tongue involuntarily, and was so frightened by the long and thin tongue that it forgot how to retract it.

The tongue hangs on the chest of the lynx toad, and barely touches the delicate and tender neck of Young Master Yan. Young Master Yan, who escaped from death, went crazy on the spot, and let out an inhuman roar: "I really admire you, Li! Yun!"

Immediately, as if he suddenly had infinite power, he kicked over the huge toad on his body, leaving aside all the "wooden sword skills" and "iron sword skills", as if he had no rules. The shrew, who was about to pull someone's hair, swung at the lynx spirit indiscriminately.

The lynx that turned into a toad obviously lost the steel-like sharp claws before, and hadn't had time to learn how to use the four legs of the toad to jump and move. After struggling hysterically, the lynx finally recovered its original appearance, and then remained motionless.

The assailant, Young Master Yan himself, seemed more desperate than a dead lynx. He held his saber and gesticulated around his neck several times, almost wanting to kill himself.

Cheng Qian and Li Yun helped "Called Flower Han Yuan" with their hands, and knocked off the dried mud on his body, revealing his naked body mottled with mud. Cheng Qian scanned him up and down, He turned his head and reported his discovery to the elder brother who was ashamed and angry.

"Eldest brother, didn't you ask the younger brother if he hasn't changed his clothes or taken a bath since the day he played with the toad?" Cheng Qian said, "I see, he hasn't taken a bath."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He put away his sword expressionlessly, feeling that it was Han Yuan who should commit suicide more.

Seeing them, Han Yuan burst into tears of joy, and wept and said: "Brother...Xiaoqian..."

He tried to rush forward to give someone a long-lost hug, but unfortunately, none of his three senior brothers wanted to get close to the bare-bottomed little beggar covered in stinky mud, and they all scattered.

While Yan Zhengming tried his best to forget his brutally defiled neck, he pointed at Han Yuan angrily and said, "If you don't want to go back and you will be cleared, just copy me the lifelong scriptures!"

Han Yuan didn't dare to refute, his eyes rolled around, trying to find an ally, and finally, his eyes for help fell on Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian numbly wiped the blood off his face with the remaining sleeve. He was thirsty and hungry at this time, and he had no energy to put on a show, so he said in a natural way: "Junior brother, before practicing, you really should treat your brain first."

Han Yuan looked at this "gentle, courteous and frugal" little brother in shock. Within a day, he suffered serious physical and mental injuries at the same time. In the end, it was Li Yun who came forward to rescue him. Li Yun slightly lifted the wooden board in his hand, Suggested: "Brother, I think we should go to Linxiantai first?"

Yan Zhengming snorted coldly, and was the first to walk away. After thinking for a while, Li Yun took off his robe and gave it to Han Yuan, so as to save the disciples of the Fuyao Sect from getting a reputation for not wearing clothes in Yaogu.

Jingzhao Valley and Linxian Terrace are not far away, and soon, a strong smell of blood came along the wind, and a cloud of black mist as high as a person suddenly appeared on the wooden sign in Li Yun's hand, and the tumbling black mist outlined A not-so-distinct human figure instantly evokes Cheng Qian's forgotten memory.

He had dreamed of this man!

Han Yuan was startled, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Oh mother, what is this?"

The black figure didn't answer, he hung upright in mid-air, standing as a solemn shadow, although he couldn't see his face, but Cheng Qian felt that there was a kind of calmness and awe in this man as if he was about to sacrifice.

He couldn't help asking: "Senior, are you... the Lord Beiming?"

"Beiming?" Heiying laughed softly, and said in a low voice, "Who deserves the name of Beiming? It's all short-sighted mortals' self-esteem."

Cheng Qian couldn't help turning his words around in his mind a few times, and analyzed the other party's implication-this was an admission.

But isn't "Bei Mingjun" the biggest monster in the legend?How could it be attached to a wooden sign?

Is he attached to the safe and sound card, or is he attached to the master's spell?

Could it be that the talisman engraved by the master is neither for attracting water nor thunder, but for attracting the big devil?

In the world...is there such a spell?

Cheng Qian's eyes were darkened for these things, and he realized that he knew very little about the cultivation world, he didn't understand anything, and he had no way of guessing about the incredible things in front of him.

With this dark Beiming Lord escorting them all the way, the big and small monsters either couldn't see them at all, or they ran away at the wind - thinking about the "thrilling" scene where they fought the rat spirit and the lynx spirit just now, it was probably captured by this powerful man. It was regarded as "a child fighting with a kitten and a mouse", and had no intention of taking action at all.

Maybe in the eyes of this senior, the big mouse spirit that frightened Li Yun's calf was no different from a real mouse.

Linxian Terrace is a man-made sacrificial altar, built by someone unknown, located in the deepest part of the Demon Valley, protruding abruptly.

The Linxian Terrace is empty, and the monsters can't get close to it, but the valley surrounding it has become a Shura field.

Yan Zhengming and the others had already seen such a scene in Jingzhao Valley, and they were more or less mentally prepared, but Han Yuan was stunned.

It wasn't until this moment that Han Yuan realized where he had gone, and what a dangerous situation the brothers had entered because of him.The reason why he can live until now is because all the great monsters in the Valley of Monsters are busy killing each other and have no time to care about him!

At this time, the wooden sign in Li Yun's hand suddenly cracked, and after a layer of faint brilliance flowed on the charm, it returned to dead silence. Bei Mingjun, who was covered in black mist, suddenly broke away from the shackles of the wooden sign, and his image became clear. When he got up, he was a tall and thin man in a jet-black robe, the sleeves of which fluttered like crow feathers in the wind, a pair of pale and slender hands were exposed, and a simple ring could barely be seen between his fingers.

Only his face could not be seen clearly, his face was hidden in the black mist, only his chin was exposed, it was the same pale color as his hand.

Cheng Qian inexplicably felt some kind of indescribable intimacy from him, but before he could see clearly, a scorching golden light suddenly flashed across the man's body, and the next moment, he turned into a cloud of black mist, his head He rushed to the valley without looking back, leaving only a soft "go back as soon as possible", and then disappeared.

Cheng Qian suddenly had a strange feeling - he would never come back.

"I know!" Li Yun, who is proficient in all kinds of heresy, suddenly said, "I know! The golden light on his body is the dark talisman!"

Even Yan Zhengming was in a trance, and said softly: "All flowing water, smoke and clouds can be dark symbols, but... can they also be engraved on people?"

"It's definitely not a human being," Li Yun said firmly, "it's a soul. I've seen a book of anecdotes and stories. It was recorded that there used to be a magician who was a master of spells and could burn three souls and seven souls on people to see. The invisible dark talisman, he has dropped a dark talisman on the souls of many people, making these people unable to get rid of his driving for life after life, Bei Mingjun must have such a means..."

"Li Yun," Yan Zhengming finally came back to his senses, caught a glimpse of Han Yuan and Cheng Qian listening to Moxiu with bated breath out of the corner of his eyes, and immediately stopped him, "Shut up—let's go."

The entire Linxian Terrace and its valley were covered in black mist, which isolated the killing cluster from its surroundings. Standing on the top of the mountain, they found that the sound of killing and the smell of blood just now could not be felt at all. .

Suddenly, a cluster of flames slowly illuminated a corner of Linxiantai, which was filled with black mist, and then spread to one side at an incredible speed.

Yan Zhengming's heart trembled, and he shouted, "Close your eyes!"

Several people subconsciously obeyed his command at this moment, but the strong light seemed to burn people's eyes red through the eyelids, and the whole world seemed to be dragged into a sea of ​​flames.

It took an unknown amount of time for the glare and fire to calm down, only the thick black fog entrenched on the Linxian Terrace seemed to be boundless and motionless.

Cheng Qian was the first to open his eyes tentatively. His eyes were still a little blurry, and he blinked hard a few times before he could barely see.

He saw an egg in front of a few people, and it was... rolling towards them.