Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

As soon as this remark came out, there was a complete silence on the sea.

For the four brothers and sisters of the Fuyao faction, this black shadow that suddenly appeared was a bit familiar, although except for Yan Zhengming who overheard a few words, the others did not understand what happened to the person attached to the wooden sign last time. Ran here, but several people know well that this person must be closely related to the sect.

It's just that last time in Demon Valley, the number one demon in the world was very easy-going. Although he always fooled children casually, he didn't get angry when he was exposed face to face, which shows that he has a good temper.

This time, he seemed to be a completely different person.

Yan Zhengming could feel the tyrannical anger surging in him on the deck of the big ship, and the sea was turbulent.

That Jiang Peng's face changed suddenly, then he jumped from the cloud, jumped straight down, and landed on the boat with a group of sword repairers impartially.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, and I saw that the sword cultivators who had just returned the sword were shining, and the sword cultivators who came and went fully demonstrated what it means to be "a man who knows the current affairs is a hero". They jumped into the sea consciously like dumplings, making a mess There was a burst of water splashing around, so spectacular.

The sea was like a mountain of rain, and the wind and waves blew up suddenly. Yan Zhengming staggered and almost lost his footing.

Fortunately, this boat is expensive, and everyone's spells are engraved around the hull, which can effectively resist it for a while, but when he was struggling to stand still, Yan Zhengming's heart sank, and the master and his boat were gone. !

"Ask the boatman to move the boat away," Yan Zhengming quickly ordered the Taoist boy who followed, "I have a clairvoyant in my luggage, bring it to me... Cheng Qian, what the hell are you going to do again? I get off!"

It turned out that Yan Zhengming hadn't noticed that his third junior brother Cheng Qian had already climbed onto the mast, looking around bravely and fearlessly.

Yan Zhengming rolled up his sleeves, stepped up with his long legs, raised his hand to hook Cheng Qian's waist, and lifted him down himself.

Cheng Qian was searching wholeheartedly for the real Mu Chun, but before he could find out the clues, he was suddenly dragged off the ground like a chicken, and immediately struggled desperately: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming hugged him with one hand, and at the same time shouted into his ear: "I haven't asked you what you are doing yet!"

Cheng Qian: "I want to find Master!"

Yan Zhengming: "I think you are looking for death!"

Yan Zhengming made Cheng Qian angry. He caught a glimpse of Xueqing who was in a hurry to find out, and hurriedly shouted at Xueqing: "That...that you, what's your name? Come here, watch this kid for me, don't let him……"

Before the words "Don't let him" come out, the hull of the big ship shook violently again, and the unknown Bei Mingjun and Jiang Peng had already moved their hands without saying hello.

The water dragon came out of the water again and groaned, even though it was the only big boat of the Fuyao faction, it couldn't help but tilted to the side. It was too late for Yan Zhengming to hand Cheng Qian over to Xue Qing. Before he fell down, he closed his long arms and held Cheng Qian firmly. With the guard in his arms, his back hit the cabin on one side heavily, and the spells on the entire hull made an almost crazy "humming" sound.

One is the powerful magic cultivator who can bring the primordial spirit like Tang Zhen into the Soul Eater Lamp, and the other is the Lord Beiming of the Sect of Ten Thousand Demons. Like ants chasing waves.

While Yan Zhengming was in a state of desperation, he finally couldn't help shouting out his feelings.

Yan Zhengming: "I said a long time ago that I shouldn't go out!"

Cheng Qian raised his head with difficulty and complained, "You've got my ribs stuck."

Yan Zhengming got up on the ground with both hands and feet, and pushed Cheng Qian back into the cabin: "That's because you are too short, and my arms can only reach your ribs!"

All the protective charms on the big ship are fully activated, and it seems to be a precarious but extremely strong lantern in the wind and rain. After this battle, I am afraid that Master will never be able to correct Master Yan's theory that "cheap goods are not good, and good goods are not cheap" up.

At this moment, Yan Zhengming just took a breath, and only then did he have the time to glance at the battle situation.

With his eyesight, of course he couldn't see anything clearly, but he couldn't help remembering a few words he had heard from Boss Wen.Hearing what he meant... this Bei Mingjun should be a certain senior from his own sect. Although this senior fell into the devil way, his heart is towards the sect. Last time, he even suppressed himself in the Demon Valley.

Thinking of that incident, Yan Zhengming was suddenly a little worried. Three souls were less than one soul, so the black shadow in front of them was probably just an incomplete primordial spirit, and the ghost way happened to be the nemesis of the primordial spirit. Xiu seemed so difficult to mess with, even if Lord Beiming came in person, would he be at a disadvantage?

But at the next moment, he felt that he was eating radish and worrying about it. The two monsters were fighting, and whoever would suffer. He was shocked to find that Cheng Qian, who had only been away for a moment, had disappeared!

Also gone are puddles.

Yan Zhengming didn't come up in one breath at that time, and his stomach was filled with fear. He hurriedly searched around, lest the two cubs be captured by the ghost of Moxiu, or fall into the water in confusion.

"Master, where are the third uncle and the others!"

Yan Zhengming stumbled and ran over, followed the Daotong's fingers, and saw Cheng Qian and Shui Keng unexpectedly ran to Master's small broken boat without anyone noticing.

The junior sister's wings on the back of the puddle hadn't been put away yet, so she knew how the two of them got down without even thinking about it. Yan Zhengming couldn't figure out how Cheng Qian communicated with her.

At this moment, the two big demons are confronting each other in the air. In such a horrific situation, Yan Zhengming is really inconvenient to stand beside the boat and shout at people, so he can only stare fiercely at Cheng Qian who is in the distance, and see the little brat standing around Yan Zhengming waved to himself indifferently on the leaky boat, and Yan Zhengming couldn't help a stomachache.

He found that his "quiet" junior always has an arrogance that puts life and death aside, no matter whether the sky is falling or the earth is falling, there are only a few people in his eyes, even if two big devils poke a hole in the sky, he will not I can just focus on looking for the master without taking it seriously.

Master Mu Chun was so frightened by the two apprentices who flew over suddenly that his internal organs turned over, he hurriedly shot out a burst of true energy, knocked down the puddle and Cheng Qian, and raised his hand to catch it.

Before he had time to get angry, Cheng Qian had already pulled his sleeve, and the first sentence was: "Master, are you okay!"

Puddle echoed: "Ah!"

Real Mu Chun's eyelids twitched. On the one hand, his hands were itchy, and he wished he could beat the two brats one by one. On the other hand, Cheng Qian's question made his heart feel sore and soft, and he didn't want to do it .

At this time, there was a scream in the air, and Jiang Peng's body was almost transparent, his chest seemed to be burning with a cloud of cold flames, and black air like ink rolled up and down his face, and even the white eyes could not be seen.

Master Mu Chun was stunned, and murmured: "Using his body as a lamp... is he completely crazy?"

Then, Mu Chun's expression changed, and he thrust the wooden sword in his hand into the deck of the boat. The wooden sword seemed to be a sharp weapon in his hand, and penetrated into the plank effortlessly. , At the same time, the sea water on both sides suddenly rose, forming a circle of water film, enclosing the three masters and apprentices.

The next moment, an indescribable scream suddenly broke out, even the water film propped up by the real Mu Chun could not be blocked, the grievances of thousands of ghosts crying together rushed to the sky, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly condensed, and there seemed to be a faint thunder looming, and the sky was like Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, and the Lord of the Northern Darkness is like a bird flying high in the sky, which is not worth mentioning as if it disappears without a trace.

The more rampant the ghostly shadows in the sky, the thinner Bei Mingjun looks, with the blue sea under his feet, he seems to have become the most rebellious thorn in the world.

Cheng Qian looked at the back, and instantly had a word of blessing to his heart - although there are thousands of people, I will go.

The big demon who can refine the primordial spirit and the poor ugly Taoist nun, the mighty water dragon and the three-foot no-edge wooden sword, the nine-headed thunder and the remnant soul of Beimingjun...

Tang Wanqiu's sharp sword light, the sawdust left by his master's fingertips and the lonely back of Bei Mingjun who met him...all of them flashed before Cheng Qian's eyes, and something came from his aching meridians that had not yet recovered When it flowed in, there was a sharp pain all over the body.

Master Mu Chun was taken aback, and he caught Cheng Qian who suddenly fell down. He didn't expect that he would enter meditation for the first time in this situation, and he didn't know whether his little disciple was bold or destined to take a different path in the future. Dangerous crossroads.

But the current situation is not very safe. Every year, the fairy city is located on the island of the East China Sea. There are many fairy mountains in this sea area. It is a magical place. The aura that is too abundant will be sucked in by Cheng Qian, just like injecting water into a small river ditch. The sea water of an ocean, his weak meridians must be washed away.

The puddle was so frightened that it made no sound, and stared blankly at the third senior brother who suddenly curled up in pain.

In the air, Jiang Peng was completely invisible. He turned into a huge soul-eating lamp. Many ghosts, like willow catkins, were swept in by the ominous fire in an instant. Even the black mist on Bei Mingjun almost dissipated. However, before anyone could see his true face, he suddenly went upstream and rushed straight towards the Soul Eater Lamp.

In this flutter like fireflies chasing fire, the puddle was suddenly rolled up by something, and it floated up automatically without wind.

Master Mu Chun looked at Cheng Qian, while frantically hooking on Puddle's clothes.

He just saw that the little chubby girl had an extra belt that she wore at some point, she didn't even have a waist, what belt did she want?Master Mu Chun stretched out his hand to grab the gaudy colored silk, and pulled it off.

With a flick of Mu Chun's wrist, a piece of wooden charm emerged from the colored silk, which was exactly the "tracking charm" engraved by Cheng Qian pointing to Yan Zhengming.

Cheng Qian himself is a beginner, and he still doesn't know anything about the big and small taboos in talismans, and Yan Zhengming is an out-and-out two-handed knife. out the correct tracker?

Master Mu Chun glanced over, but he couldn't see what it was at the first time.

It doesn't matter if you don't look like four, at most one piece of wood is wasted, but the terrible thing is that this spell with unknown effect seems to be touched at this moment!

At the moment when Bei Mingjun and the Soul Eater Lamp met on a narrow road, and the extremely bright and extremely dim collided in mid-air, the wooden stick engraved with an unknown spell suddenly burst into a burst of strong light, starting from the spark, and spreading unstoppably rapidly , soaring straight up into the sky, and colliding with the first thunder that fell, all eyes were blinded for a moment, and the world turned white.

I don't know how long it took before the white light dissipated, Bei Mingjun and Jiang Peng disappeared, so did Master Mu Chun and his two little disciples, leaving only a pile of colored silk that was broken into rags.

Cheng Qian didn't know how long he had suffered severe pain like a thousand cuts. Just when he felt that he was about to die, his whole body suddenly lightened. He seemed to hear crying. Is that... Junior Sister?

Then, he heard a person coaxing in a low voice: "Shh - don't make noise."

The cries of the puddle gradually subsided, and everything around him gradually moved away from Cheng Qian. He couldn't feel his limbs at first, and then he couldn't feel himself. He seemed to have sunk into an unknown place, unlike the real integrated into one.

I don't know how long it took for Cheng Qian to wake up. He felt unprecedentedly comfortable physically and mentally for a while, and all the fatigue and dark wounds of the past few days disappeared.

He let out a breath slowly, but when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.

It seemed to be a valley, in which there was an inconceivably large tree, the roots of which were gathered from the ground were as high as a house, and under the tree leaned on a skeleton that had passed through the years.

Beside the bones was his little junior sister puddle, and a strange man.

Cheng Qian was taken aback, and propped himself up with one hand: "You...Senior, who are you?"

He knew this person, it was the person in the half-portrait he had seen on the second floor of the scripture building, and at the foot of this person was a slender weasel lying quietly on the ground, and he did not know whether it was dead or not. is live.

Puddle also looked at this "stranger" curiously. The human half of her didn't know the person in front of her, but the demon half felt that he was very familiar.

The "stranger" turned to Cheng Qian, smiled slightly and said, "If you close your eyes and open them again, won't even your master recognize you?"

Cheng Qian's legs were already numb, but when he heard the stranger's familiar voice, he immediately sat back down: "Master?"

How did his long-waisted and short-legged master look like a dog!

The word "Master" has been taught countless times, and Puddle can understand it. She said "ah" in surprise, tilted her head, as if she had some eyebrows, and put on a thoughtful look. It looks like a string of shiny halazi.

The man in long clothes and wide sleeves sighed when he saw this, and wiped her saliva carefully like an old lady, and complained in a babbling voice: "That's your master, I don't dislike you, little dirty girl, if it's your elder brother , sooner or later you will be stewed."

This familiar tone immediately made Puddle regain her sense of intimacy. In a blink of an eye, she forgot what Master looked like before changing her face, and happily "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .

At this moment, Cheng Qian couldn't find the north, and felt like he was dreaming, so he could only start from the most urgent question: "Master, what is this place? You...how did you become like this?"

Master Mu Chun took out the small piece of wood that had been broken in two, threw it on Cheng Qian, and said angrily, "You still dare to ask me? What did you guys carve?"

Cheng Qian recognized the achievements of the three of them at a glance, and said slowly: "This... this is a tracking symbol."

Master Mu Chun sighed: "Half fools like you dare to use spells you have never seen before. You are so fat that you can drink... You have made more than one mistake in this tracking spell, and it has become a half-finished one. The soul-chasing talisman was useless at first, but it was forcibly activated by the soul-devouring lamp and the primordial spirit of the Sect of Myriad Demons, and now it follows Beimingjun's primordial spirit to the burial place of Beimingjun."

Cheng Qian's gaze involuntarily fell on the skeleton on the big tree.

That bone belonged to Lord Beiming?

No, Lord Beiming is already dead?

Cheng Qian's thoughts changed sharply, and he asked tentatively, "Master, do you know him?"

Master Mu Chun showed a wry smile: "Thanks to all of you, I only recognized it."

As he spoke, he took out another copper coin from his cuff and said, "Brother Wen Ya gave me three copper coins back then, and now only this one is left."

His fingertips were dazzlingly white against the rusty copper coins, and Cheng Qian found that he was still used to his wretched image of a goatee—this man who seemed to have stepped off a portrait made him feel kind of The sense of distance that is difficult to approach, as if he will return to the portrait in the next moment.

Master Mu Chun flicked the copper coin lightly with his fingertips, and only heard a "ding", a cloud of mist came out of the copper coin, and a Beiming Lord exactly like the one just now was formed on the spot.

Master Mu Chun sized him up for a moment, then he knelt down slowly hugging the puddle, and said: "Master."