Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

A group of dark clouds suddenly came from nowhere, completely covering the bright moonlight. On a sunny day, thunder exploded in the sky without warning, reflecting half of the sky pale.

Lightning was falling on the Suzaku Pagoda, ninety-nine and 81 bronze bells on the tower trembled at the same time, and the rapid ringing sounded like a reminder.

Then, a loud noise was heard, and the thousand-year-old Suzaku Pagoda was split in two from the middle, the old wall skin was cracked inch by inch, and the tower body was blown to pieces in an instant.

The content that countless people covet in the Suzaku Pagoda is finally in full view——

I saw an empty space behind the broken pagoda, like a poor prison. The master's yin and yang stone statue sat in it like a ghost, and there was a crumbling oil lamp hanging above his head. The lamp body was hanging back and forth. Playing pendulum.

There seems to be boundless sadness in the lowered eyebrows of the stone statue, which flicker on and off under the violently jumping flames of the oil lamp. A turtle back suddenly falls from its hand, falls to the ground and turns over, trembling, revealing the engraving on the back. The word "chaotic" is written.

It's a pity that no one could see clearly. The next moment, the back of the turtle and the stone statue disappeared without warning.

There seemed to be an old sigh coming from the hanging oil lamp, and the flame gradually went out.

The Suzaku Pagoda is no longer there, and the pagoda spirit who has guarded the tower for hundreds of years must have gone with it.

At this time, a sharp-eyed person saw another thing, and whispered to the people beside him, "Look, that's an icicle, what's frozen inside?"

The crowd followed and saw a big icicle as tall as a person under the extinguished oil lamp, and a person whose eyebrows could not be seen was frozen in the middle. Just about to burst out, it was so dark that it merged with the night.

There is a saying that "living souls are immortal, demons are immortal", this thing cannot be killed or eliminated, so Cheng Qian had no choice but to use a "seal" to seal it in ice.

Cheng Qian originally thought that in addition to the broken copper and iron, there is only a non-human pagoda spirit left in the Suzaku Pagoda. The demon is sealed in the ice and has no source of power. It will be weakened over time, even after 20 years. The icicle was melted by Suzaku Tower, and it almost "starved" to death.

Unexpectedly, this Suzaku Pagoda, which seemed to last forever, was actually shattered in an instant!

Thick black clouds surged from the south, enveloping the icicle continuously, as if summoned by something.

Seeing this situation, the more clever monks present were ready to run away.

The two protectors in front of the carriage had seen the world after all, and one of the taller and thinner old men said: "This demonic energy is soaring, it's not easy to get along with."

The other, who was a bit fatter, said: "I often hear people say that there are nightmare walkers in the southern border. I don't think it's groundless. Anyway, let's go first."

The tall and thin old man sighed, and asked helplessly, "What about the young master?"

Before the chunky old man could reply, he heard a monk next to him say in shock: "Senior, look!"

There was a piece of gray silk around the waist of the monk who was speaking, and the gray silk stood upright like a living thing, fluttering with the wind, and slowly pointed in the direction of Suzaku Pagoda.

The monk holding the gray silk said hastily: "Senior, this is 'Xun Zong Ling'. I was afraid of accidents when I came here, so I hit the other end on the young master. Before Xing Zong Ling must have been blocked by the Suzaku Pagoda. Once Suzaku Pagoda blows up, it can immediately sense the young master's position."

The tall and thin old man's face immediately changed when he heard this, and he said in surprise: "Why is the young master in the Suzaku Pagoda? What, what should I do?"

It can’t be helped—at this moment, an earth-shattering roar sounded from a distance, and all the black air gathered around the icicle like a vortex, and unexpectedly gathered into a dragon from the ground, soaring upwards, rolling up the icicle .

I don't know who murmured: "The land floods Jackie Chan, the world is in chaos..."

The black dragon stretched its neck up to the sky, and with a roar, it shocked hundreds of thousands of mountains in southern Xinjiang. The icicle made a crisp sound, and suddenly a crack appeared, from top to bottom, it fell apart in an instant. , lingering straight into the sky.

The sky shakes, and the stars and the moon dim.The black air all over the mountain was like an unquenchable fire, swallowing half of the country.

The gods and Buddhas were terrified.

The chunky Yuanshen monk said in shock: "Go! Go! Go!"

But even though he is very capable, in this situation, his voice is no higher than that of Qiu Chong. The Primordial Spirit cultivator gritted his teeth, and immediately dropped his companion, rolling and crawling, turning himself into a shooting star, and died. escaped away.

The moment the sword under his feet rose to the sky, Suzaku Pagoda seemed to open a big mouth full of fishy smell, swallowing all the people present in one gulp, and none of the immortal body or soul escaped.

Seeing this, the chunky Primordial Spirit cultivator had no expression on his face, and he galloped towards the north without daring to turn his head.

At this moment in the Bianbian restaurant, Cheng Qian fell headlong without warning, scaring Yan Zhengming very much.

He clapped and yelled for a long time before realizing that Cheng Qian had been poured down by this glass of sweet-scented osmanthus syrup mixed with wine.

Yan Zhengming didn't expect that his junior brother, who seemed invincible and inhuman, would be knocked down so easily. He scratched his head and stood at a loss for a while, and finally remembered what he should do. He took a step forward, but he didn't know what to do. Who explained: "Go to bed and lie down."

Naturally, no one would answer him. After Yan Zhengming said this, as if he had received some permission, he held his breath carefully, bent down and picked up Cheng Qian, and put him on the clean bed without a single hair.

Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian for a moment, tentatively stretched out his hand, and lightly patted his face twice: "Hey, can you really not drink at all?"

Cheng Qian didn't respond.

Yan Zhengming's mood soared involuntarily - although he didn't know what he was admiring, if there was a tail, it must have been raised to the sky, he poked Cheng Qian's forehead and said: "Look at your promise. "

Cheng Qian slightly turned half of his face with his hand, his breath smelled of sweet-scented osmanthus. Expelling that little bit of alcohol, even if he is drunk, he will not be drunk for a while.

Yan Zhengming used this moment to sit by the bed, tracing Cheng Qian's facial features with his eyes, as if a pebble had been thrown into the heart lake that had just settled down, ripples floated again.

He was like a poor boy guarding candy, itching to guard himself and steal, but he didn't have the guts to commit a crime, so he could only watch helplessly while thinking wildly, although he didn't dare to touch Cheng Qian's hair, but He almost jumped out of his throat with his own thoughts, and there was a weird smirk on his face.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement outside the window.

Yan Zhengming, who looked like a mouse fell into a rice vat, suddenly recovered from a bunch of old and unscrupulous fantasies, his expression was serious, and he opened the window from the air.

All the birds in the courtyard seemed to be frightened and fled in all directions flapping their wings. There seemed to be a burst of sky from the south, and the thick clouds rolled endlessly like a tide, and a huge pressure came along the gloomy night sky.Yan Zhengming couldn't care less about peeping at someone's sleeping face, and pressed his palm on the back of Cheng Qian's heart. The true essence stirred up, and the wine that hadn't even had a sip disappeared immediately.

Cheng Qian woke up coughing and choking after being photographed by him. Naturally, it was not very pleasant to be forced to wake up with the foreign true energy. His brows were furrowed, and he struggled to prop himself up, thinking that if Madam Yan dared to tell him that the slap was because he didn't take off his shoes, he would have to commit the crime.

Yan Zhengming stood in front of the window in an instant, turned his back to Cheng Qian and said, "Pour a glass, get up, something happened."

The Frost Blade that Cheng Qian threw on the table just now "buzzed", and he pinched his brows hard: "What?"

After the voice fell, Yan Zhengming's door that Cheng Qian forced to open just now was kicked open again, only to see Li Yun barging in with a long-legged bird half as tall as a man on his shoulder: "Brother...uh, little brother , Xiao Qian?"

There was nothing unusual about Cheng Qian, what was unusual was where he sat.

Li Yun stepped on the threshold with one foot, his expression was wretched and awkward, and he was neither advancing nor retreating.

Even if the crisis is unknown everywhere, Yan Zhengming still felt guilty for a while because of his eyes, and said angrily: "What are you doing there? Get out!"

Cheng Qian looked at the drooping big bird and asked, "Is this little junior sister?"

"Her demon bones have changed." Li Yun put the puddle on the table, the temperature of the puddle was extremely high, Li Yun's sleeves and hands were scorched black, and the moment his body touched the table, he heard "squeak" With a sound, a jug of cold wine beside him boiled.

Li Yun moved the wine barrel to the window sill with a wave of his hands, retracted his hands and blew together, and said, "So it's not my fault that she can't change back."

Puddle lay half dead on the table, like a resplendent roast chicken, and said, "Brother, I'm going to die."

Then the dying man turned his head and happened to see Yan Zhengming's snack that he had just opened and threw aside, so he pecked at it, leaving a hole through it, and said while eating: "Death must be a full ghost. "

Cheng Qian: "..."

He found that the elder brother is very good at raising children, especially in teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, completely retaining the original taste of the younger sister.

At this time, the sky outside was extremely dark, and the few residents in the restaurant all stood up in their clothes, and stretched their necks in panic to watch outside. Cheng Qian took a look and saw a black dragon looming among the dark clouds in the distance In the meantime—this is not the 8000-year-old antique in the real dragon banner. The huge coercion came along with the destabilizing demonic energy, covering half the sky in the ever-changing situation.

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from the body of the puddle, and the wings of the big bird, which was originally half a person's height, stretched suddenly, and flames several feet high shot up from its body, and the wooden table was instantly burned.

Yan Zhengming stretched out his long sleeves, and the strong sword energy from the sword cultivator suddenly enveloped the whole room like a transparent cover. Li Yun took out a bag of cinnabar from his arms, picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus wine on the window sill and melted it, and the whole room The person almost became an afterimage, and circles of fiery red spells spread out like clouds and flowing water on the ground.

Cheng Qian originally wanted to say, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, can I go?" Seeing this situation, he swallowed back the unnecessary question. He grabbed the frost blade and jumped up to the eaves, standing Protect the law outside.

There were several huge earthquakes under his feet, and the power of the sky demon was trying every means to break his bones all the time, and Yan Zhengming firmly suppressed it.

Every time the puddle grows demon bones, the two of them seem to want to fight for their lives. Although Yan Zhengming's realm has improved rapidly over the years, the power of the sky demon in the puddle has grown even crazier. At this time, the long feather behind her was captured The scattered sword energy was cut to pieces, but the blazing true fire of samadhi spread involuntarily, even affecting Cheng Qian who was outside the circle of sword intent.

Cheng Qian's back almost felt burning. Compared with Suzaku Tower's calmness, the fire on Puddle seemed more irritable.

Suddenly, a shrill bird cry came from behind him, and a ray of red clouds broke through the roof and shot straight into the sky, tearing open a gap in the dense black clouds, like setting up a huge target thousands of miles away.

The black dragon in the clouds in the distance suddenly turned his head and looked at Cheng Qian's eyes. Cheng Qian's hair stood on end for a while, and he couldn't help but clenched the sword in his hand-he hadn't felt this way for many years.

Suddenly, someone whispered not far away: "Phoenix Nine Chicks... Is she Tonghe?"

The voice was very familiar. Cheng Qian suddenly turned around and said in surprise, "Brother Tang? Why are you here?"

The person who came was Tang Zhen, I don't know if it was because of the dark clouds, Tang Zhen's face became more and more ugly, like a consumptive ghost who is dying.

Behind him were two young men, one on the left and one on the right, carefully supporting him from both sides. One was Nian Mingming's precious son, Nian Da, who liked to talk to himself, and the other was Qian Chengqian who nailed his soul with three ice picks. Rokuro.

Tang Zhen didn't exchange greetings with him, but looked at the black dragon that was approaching more and more, and said weakly: "Among the three thousand ways of magic, there is one that is the rarest. It can gather the invincible power of the world's heart demons and gather them into a magic dragon. However, the heart demons hurt others and themselves, and this is the first time I know that someone can go this far——Little friend, you have to be careful, Tong The demon bone of Crane Sky Demon is just right for the back of a demon dragon."

While speaking, the black dragon had arrived, and mortals and monks had turned into ants, and they had already scattered and fled in all directions, shouting everywhere.

The dragon chant fell like thunder, shaking people almost unable to stand, only heard a loud noise, except for the restaurant under Cheng Qian's feet, all the surrounding houses and trees were spared, and they fell apart in an instant.

Cheng Qian: "Get out of the way!"

The frost blade in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and the frosty air swayed like water waves, and the humming of the strings could be heard from a long distance away.

In the humid and sweltering air, every drop of water seemed to be squeezed out by him. Frost covered the entire restaurant in a blink of an eye. Standing on the pointed roof, Cheng Qian held a frost blade in his hand, vaguely as if the tide had divided the sea back then. Do not avoid.

The swaying hoarfrost collided with the approaching black cloud without buffer.

"Boom"——

Extremely bright and extremely dark met on a narrow road, and the two welcoming stone lions posing with their heads under the restaurant were swept aside, and instantly turned into dust, the sound of frost blades screaming, and the black dragon turned and moved in the air.

Tang Zhen threw a multicolored stone the moment they came into contact with each other, and the stone turned into a cover out of thin air, covering the three of them inside. After the strong light passed, a crack was clearly left on the cover.

The so-called earth-shattering——

Nian Dada stuttered in shock: "Tang...Tang...this, this is the five-colored stone left in the world by Nuwa Empress..."

Tang Zhen didn't seem to care about things very much, but said lightly: "It's just leftovers, how can it withstand the blow of the magic dragon? The magic dragon is done, and the devil is already qualified to aspire to Beiming."

Nian Dada's eyes were so wide that he was about to fall out of the window: "He can become Lord Beiming!"

"Impossible." Tang Zhen said, "If you want to win Beiming's victory, you need the corpse of the previous Beiming Lord to pave the way. My fellow Taoist sealed it with his soul, so that he is neither alive nor dead, and the 'Bei Mingjun' will be sealed forever, and no one can get it again."

Nian Da didn't care to listen to him talk about ancient times, and asked nervously: "My Uncle Cheng is only a hundred years old, how can he defeat the sect of ten thousand demons?"

Liu Lang kept silent all the time, but after hearing this, the hand holding Tang Zhen tightened involuntarily.

Tang Zhen didn't speak, but just looked up——Cheng Qian on the roof swayed, and half of the tip of Shuangren's sword was already stained with black air. He didn't even look at the sword in his hand, but just raised his sleeve Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he stared at the black dragon in the air without budging.

One of the black dragon's claws was as big as three Cheng Qian's, and it grabbed him by the head step by step. Cheng Qian rushed forward, gathering all the frost that was scattered like a sea tide. "Following the extremely precise sword intent, it went straight into the heart of the black dragon's claws.

Tang Zhen patted Liu Lang's hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about the sky, he is a sharp blade forged with the Heavenly Tribulation."