Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

The black dragon was in pain, and with a long hiss, it overturned the entire sky and turned it into a pot of porridge. The thick black clouds shook down, pouring down, and wherever it went, it seemed like a plague was rampant. There was no grass growing on the ground, and the falling black cloud "swallowed" Cheng Qian whole.

Nian Da, a country monk who had never seen the world, exclaimed, too frightened to look at it, but Liu Lang suddenly took a step forward, raising his foot to leave the protection range of the five-colored stone, but Tang Zhen grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

With a mask on Liulang's half-human and ghostly face, he is no longer the boy he was when he went to Mingming Valley. His voice is low and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing an iron pan, and it sounds very difficult: "Senior, I..."

Tang Zhen said with a bit of indescribable indifference: "You just memorized a set of basic skills, and you don't even have a sense of energy. How is it different from those ordinary birds and bugs? How can it be your turn?"

Liu Lang said with difficulty: "Senior Cheng spared my life, and I will repay it with all my heart."

Tang Zhen said mercilessly: "You are so brave, you can only fill a gap between the big devil's teeth, what is he going to do?"

Liu Lang's fist clenched suddenly.

Tang Zhen didn't even look at him, but said indifferently: "I beg you to have a narrow escape from death on the road, whether it's kindness or hatred, you have to be able to repay it, so what's the point of talking too much?"

Liu Lang: "But..."

Tang Zhen didn't seem to be worried about Cheng Qian at all, he just said, "Just watch."

Cheng Qian was engulfed by the black mist, and couldn't find a way out for a while. He only felt that the true energy around him was imprisoned in the sea of ​​​​qi, and he didn't lift it up in one breath, and almost fell from the air.

His mood, which had not been disturbed by anything for many years, was stirred up and down by the black mist full of demonic energy around him. For a while, the helplessness of his youth, several ups and downs and gatherings, the heart-piercing pain in Juling Jade seemed to be It landed on him again, and there seemed to be a voice in his chest asking: "Are you really free from resentment?"

His resentment towards his biological parents will last until he dies, and Zhou Hanzheng can be recognized with just a pair of eyes, and all the negligence he has suffered in his life are stored in his heart. He never rubs the sand in his eyes, and he can really suddenly become a Buddha , forget the past?

Did he really have no resentment towards Han Yuan's hand passing through his heart?

That's something even the big brother who has always been kind-hearted can't care about, not to mention the narrow-minded Cheng Qian, who has been living in peace for so many years, is it because he changed his face into a bright breeze and bright moon, who refuses to hold grudges at all, or... Just take advantage of Tang Zhen to take away his memory of 49 years of unfamiliarity and put it aside on purpose?

The confused black mist gathered in front of his eyes, sculpting Han Yuan's appearance. Han Yuan looked at him and smiled slightly: "Little brother, you are used to deceiving yourself and others, are you finally willing to tell the truth now?"

The corners of Cheng Qian's eyes twitched slightly. Whether this Han Yuan in front of him was his inner demon hooked by the black mist, he couldn't judge for a while, he just felt that his always impeccable state of mind had been severely pried open. Immediately, it seemed that the embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest, and it collapsed out of control.

Han Yuan stared at him gloomyly, and said: "Little senior brother, you were not so hypocritical in the past, and you never showed good looks to anyone you dislike. Why don't you even dare to mention resentment now? What are you afraid of? Afraid of disharmony between the master and the school?" Afraid that the seniors will have lumps in their hearts? Or are you afraid that you will appear small-bellied and spoil your outstanding statement image?"

"Shut up," Cheng Qian cut him off, and said coldly, "What right do you have to ask me? Could it be that you weren't the one who did it back then? Even if you were accidentally influenced by the painting soul, could it be that you have fallen into the devil's way all these years and committed a heinous crime? Isn't it you? Do you still have the face to complain?"

Han Yuan didn't seem to expect him to reply so bluntly, and was stunned for a moment.

Cheng Qian's anger came to his head without warning, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and forced the stagnant true energy around his body to circulate, ignoring the severe pain in his chest, allowing the true essence to rampage in the meridians, and the demonic energy wrapped around him Scanned all kinds of things.

In this world, apart from the prison he painted himself, what else can trap him?

Cheng Qian didn't lift the frost blade, raised his hand and slapped Han Yuan's face in front of him, and shouted angrily, "Can't I blame you?"

There was a crisp "pa", both the beaten and the beaten were stunned for a moment.

Cheng Qian originally thought that the person in front of him was the result of his own demons and was not a real person, so he struck out in a moment of anger, but he didn't expect that it would actually come true.

In a blink of an eye, he remembered Tang Zhen's words of "using the body as a tool" and "refining the mind to become a dragon", his eyes suddenly widened, and he whispered incredulously: "Are you really... Han Yuan?"

Han Yuan covered his face, first with a look of astonishment, and then laughed hysterically: "Little senior brother, you poor master, are you so attentive that you don't even recognize me standing in front of you?"

Cheng Qian's hand holding Shuangren was almost trembling: "So you are the one who broke into Suzaku Pagoda, you are the devil dragon, and you are the one who wants the little junior sister's demon bone..."

Han Yuan put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "The bone of the sky demon is ominous. It grows on her body. Apart from letting her suffer once every few years, what good is there? Why don't you peel off the ominous thing and give it to me?" This ominous person, for the sake of my former classmates, I can be gentler when I strip the bones, and save her life."

Cheng Qian's sea of ​​Qi was surging like a tsunami, and a burst of cold air leaked out from between his hands and feet. The next moment, like a hurricane of real energy around him, he rushed away the magic energy on the top of the hood, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You Why don't you ask me if I'm willing to spare your life!"

Before the words were finished, the light of the frost-bladed sword rose sharply, and the surrounding black energy was swept away like a rotten dragon. Even Han Yuan, who had already turned into a dragon, had to retreat temporarily, turning into a dragon body and rushing towards Jiuxiao.

The all-swallowing darkness was torn apart by the bright sword light, and Cheng Qian's figure reappeared under the night sky. He slashed at the dragon's body with a sword, and the wind and thunder in the air moved, with the power to slay the dragon.

The man and the dragon sank into the sky together, fighting endlessly for a while, and even the shadows could not be seen clearly.

"Stand farther away." Tang Zhen pulled Liu Lang back, shook his head and said, "There is so much fighting outside, and there is a sky demon making trouble inside, I don't think this building can last long, it must collapse."

Tang Zhenren seemed to have a crow's mouth that was born to be invincible, and when his voice fell, he heard a loud noise, and the restaurant collapsed.

Before the hustle and bustle rose, it turned into a red cloud, and the huge red crane showed its full appearance. The sword cultivator restrained the evil spirit all over his body in the cinnabar formation, and the bones on his body creaked.

Nian Dada was dumbfounded and said: "This... this is Tonghe. It's not easy to be a bird."

Tang Zhen took half a step back, stared at the puddle for a moment, frowned and said: "Sky demons are always born in response to catastrophe, and they are born with blood, but she was destined by the sky demon, but she has half a human body, so she should be bathed in blood." She was born, but her life was forcibly changed... It is really not easy to grow up to such a size safely, with her evil spirit suppressed for seven or eight times."

When Nian Da heard the words, he couldn't help looking at Yan Zhengming with a bit of admiration.

Tang Zhen said: "Forget it, let me help him."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand, as if randomly gathering it from the air, and a shot of true energy was taken into his palm like spring wind and rain, and fell straight into the cinnabar formation on the ground.

Li Yun's cinnabar array was created hastily, and was interrupted several times by the evil spirit overflowing from the red crane. There was a layer of shining light.

Countless vines swayed from the cinnabar formation, and were burned layer by layer by the raging fire surrounded by clouds, mountains and mists on the big bird's body, and followed one after another.

For a while, Yan Zhengming's pressure eased a lot, he turned his head to look at Tang Zhen, and nodded reservedly.

Tang Zhen didn't bother to be polite to him, but looked at the puddle in the cinnabar formation, his expression became serious, and he said in a low voice: "How come this time..."

I saw the figure of Tonghe transformed into a puddle suddenly elongated and enlarged. Before Yan Zhengming could let go of his breath, he felt that he was being crazily backlashed by the monster energy in the realm of sword intent. He stepped back three steps in succession. It was too late to remedy, the cinnabar array was broken in an instant.

Li Yun flew out and called out, "Han Tan!"

There was another crack in the cover of the five-color stone, and Nian Da pointed at the cover and said, "Senior, what's wrong?"

Tang Zhen said: "Tonghe is the queen of the phoenix. Although it cannot be reborn from the ashes, it has to be reborn several times in its life. It is like a person suddenly jumping into the next realm after enlightenment. It was originally considered a chance, but at this time, Not necessarily... not good, it alarmed Heavenly Tribulation."

In the black mist in the sky, a burst of thick clouds gathered from all directions. Across the colorful stones, Nian Da felt the hairs all over his body stand on end. He was going to hide in the Mingming Valley to cross the tribulation. No one dared to take half a step forward. This was his first time. Seeing Heavenly Tribulation up close once.

Moments later, a flash of bright lightning fell straight down in the clouds. Yan Zhengming instantly attached his sword of primordial spirit to the saber that he carried with him. The divine weapon became one, and the puddle met the first thunder calamity. .

The sky is a gong, and the earth is a drum, thunder and sword smashed into the air, making a roar mixed with the sound of cracking silk, reflecting the nine heavens like day.

The saber that Yan Zhengming used all these years was the one that Zhou Hanzheng lost a tooth on the deserted island in the East China Sea. .

His chest felt tight, and the Yuanshen sword attached to the sword was severely injured. If he hadn't passed the stage of going out, the Yuanshen sword might have been useless, and if he didn't catch his breath, the second thunder came brewing.

At this time, the red cloud on the puddle suddenly formed a column as if it was sucked into the sky by something, and rushed towards the sky, connecting with the black mist all over the sky.

Demons and monsters were born, mountains and rivers changed color, and the second thunderstorm was engulfed in the wrath of heaven and earth, and crashed down.

Gusts of wind and thunder, light of swords and shadows of swords, magic dragons chanting, divine birds chirping, the flames on the sky demon seemed to burn Weiyang Changye into ashes, all the mountains in southern Xinjiang trembled, and the barrier of five-colored stones instantly collapsed. Broken and clean...

There was a frightened "Senior Brother" in the middle, with a soft voice, vaguely still a minor girl.

It's so weak... like the sound of a small mosquito and ant in the surging waves.

I don't know which senior brother she was calling, but everyone who should hear heard it without exception.

The movement of the black dragon in the air suddenly slowed down, and it suddenly raised its head as if enduring great pain. The huge figure flickered several times in the night sky, and then shrunk back into a human shape, and stretched its back without any scruples. Airing in front of Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian's eyes were fixed, and the Frost Blade Sword turned a corner, passing the humanoid Han Yuan.

The next moment, Han Yuan stretched out his pale hand and grabbed the black mist that was constantly entangled with the red cloud, but Frost Blade carried the thunder calamity in the air.

Cheng Qian is very experienced in dealing with Tianjie, and with the Frost Blade in hand, he is like a tiger with wings.

The falling thunder was stopped by him halfway, and swept out along the tip of the sword, out of tune, as if the sword in his hand dragged a huge meteor tail.

Cheng Qian's face was illuminated by a strong light.

Han Yuan on one side opened his mouth and called out "little brother" silently.

Cheng Qian glanced at him, his eyes were cold, like the look he had when he lay on his back by the east coast many years ago and vowed to sue his master.

Han Yuan gritted his teeth and almost burst into tears from his eyes.

At this time, tens of thousands of smoldering sword qi surged from the ground, Yan Zhengming's saber was broken, flying sand and rocks, and even the wind and rain around him became sharp in his hands, gathering in the sky into a chaotic but invincible sword. The giant sword cut off the connection between the red crane and the black mist.

Immediately, the almost vast sword energy separated the two ends of the sky and the earth, strangled the soaring demon energy in the air, and without hurting the puddle, slowly pushed the ominous red cloud back to the ground, forcing it to the edge of the puddle. Within three feet.

Ten spells were thrown from Li Yun's hands in succession, and each spell fell on the head of the puddle, and the fire on her body subsided by three points. After the ten spells fell, the dying Tonghe finally turned into a girl with wings on her back. Huddled in nothingness on a messy ground.

Rolling Thunder finally drifted away reluctantly.

Han Yuan showed a slightly relieved expression, and the next moment, he changed his face without warning, his arms turned into sharp claws covered with dragon scales, and one claw scratched Cheng Qian's back.

The atmosphere around him changed, and Cheng Qian had already reacted before the roar of the wind. He struck a sword with his backhand.

A faint dragon scale flashed across Han Yuan's face, and just as he was about to say something, a horn suddenly sounded from afar.

The horn is longer and farther than ordinary military horns, hollow and low back, and it seems to be as majestic as a thousand troops and horses. Han Yuan's brows moved slightly, his face changed, and then he showed a faint smile: "Hey, bring the dog here Alright, little brother, then I have to go."

After he finished speaking, he pushed Shuangjian violently, and his nails scraped against the sword, making teeth-stinging noises. Han Yuan turned around and wanted to leave, but Cheng Qian's sword relentlessly chased after him, with a "clang" sound , confronting Dragon Claw again.

Cheng Qian said word by word: "The demon of the heart enters the Tao, what is your demon?"

Han Yuan's complexion changed suddenly, he grabbed Hei Yun in his palm with his backhand, turned around and pushed it fiercely to Cheng Qian's chest.

Cheng Qian was caught off guard, and was suddenly forced back more than a foot by the devilish energy.

After such an ups and downs, Han Yuan has swung his tail again into a dragon and landed half a mile away.

"Instead of asking what my inner demon is," the dragon turned its face, Han Yuan's face flashed past the huge dragon head, and landed on a ferocious and mocking smile, he said, "You might as well go Ask what the master's inner demon is—for fear that you will dare to ask but not listen."

After speaking, the magic dragon went straight to the north with black clouds.

There were several whistles from the direction where the horn sounded, and then several strong lights shot into the air from all directions, as if someone was signaling to each other, Li Yun took a step forward and put his hands on the wings of the puddle , slowly retracted her target-like wings, carried her on his back without complaint, and asked, "What's going on, who is it?"

Cheng Qian fell from the air, his blood was not wiped clean, he staggered a bit, was supported by Yan Zhengming, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Slow down."

Nian Dacai was about to come over to say hello to him, but Tang Zhen interrupted him.

Tang Zhen said: "Stop greeting - Yin Yang Hao and Qi Se Huo, these are people from Tian Yan's office, if you meet them, you may be in trouble, please follow me first."

Li Yun looked at Yan Zhengming, and Cheng Qian hurriedly introduced: "I forgot to say, this is brother Tang—Tang Zhen."

After hearing this, Yan Zhengming said decisively, "Your fellow Taoist, let's go!"

A group of people quickly followed Tang Zhen and left the place. They traveled extremely fast, but after a few ups and downs, they were already dozens of miles away. Tang Zhen took everyone to a ruined temple without daring to stop. Li Yun's cinnabar set up a formation around the ruined temple.

Tang Zhen is well-read and knowledgeable, so he can see that he has been immersed in the formation for many years, but within half a stick of incense, the ruined temple has been hidden.

Li Yun put down the puddle and eagerly stepped forward to help. Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming leaned on one side of the door to protect them while silently adjusting their breath.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, there was no such thing as chaos.

At this time, Cheng Qian suddenly asked without warning: "Brother, what is the demon that you were hooked up in the Suzaku Pagoda that day?"