Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

"The demon cultivator has no morals, and he has less scruples in his actions. Southern Border is their base camp. You are indeed powerful, but you may not know how many methods they have. Get Bing Xinhuo and go quickly. Try not to confront them head-on in the city... Even if you want to fight, remember to go out of the city to fight."

This was what Tang Zhen told Cheng Qian before he left, and he was not so confused as to forget it in a blink of an eye.

But Cheng Qian witnessed this situation, and when he thought of the shirtless demon cultivator he met at the door just now, he became a little annoyed, and wished he could split the demon cave in half with a single sword.

He repeatedly restrained the goose bumps on his body, and finally recited the Qingjing Sutra on the spot, and then he barely controlled the impulse and his hand on the scabbard.

Then Cheng Qian made a hand trick, and gently floated down against the corner of the wall under the cover of various shadows in the small building.

Fortunately, there are sentient beings here, with all kinds of attitudes, and everyone is busy with coloring and lusting to confuse their hearts. At first, no one noticed Cheng Qian who was like incense burner smoke.

Cheng Qian dodged and hid behind a curtain, concentrated on shielding all kinds of things around people who would be eye-catching, and looked for Bing Xinhuo - he took out a little jade turtle given to him by Tang Zhen from his arms. Green, crystal clear, only the size of an adult's thumb, the little tortoise turned around on his fingertips with its tail cocked, its round head poked around in the air, and finally stopped in one direction and opened its mouth , making a salivating look.

Cheng Qian looked up and followed its gaze, and suddenly felt a thunderbolt - the place this little beast was facing was exactly where the table was!

He suspected that the brain of this thing was smoked, so he pinched the turtle's neck and turned it upside down. The little turtle's back shell was facing down, and its four short legs flipped desperately in the air for a round, still refusing to obey. Rao turned to the direction of the table again.

This shows that either this little bastard is a pervert, or that Bing Xinhuo just happened to be suppressed under the high platform.

Cheng Qian sighed secretly, feeling that he was agitated by Han Yuan's incident, and it was probably not suitable to go out that night when he caught up.

However, the matter has come to an end, Cheng Qian glanced around, and ran to the place where people were locked up in the corner, his figure flickered slightly, and a layer of hoarfrost covered his body, and the guards at the door kept their original postures for an instant Frozen, Cheng Qian quickly passed the dark prison, and at the same time shot out a real yuan between his fingers, precisely breaking the lock on the iron cage.

Although the movement was not big, it still alarmed several vigilant demon cultivators in a small area, and one person exclaimed: "Who is sneaking around?"

Cheng Qian kept walking, but his heart was terrified—I really don't know how these people have the face to say that others are sneaky.

He planned to fight quickly, and the thin frost and mist that had been condensed on his body spread out in an instant, and a blizzard rolled up in the small building. Afterwards, Cheng Qian returned when everyone hadn't reacted. With a sword in his hand, the dark cage in the corner was completely opened.

This is a lack of great virtue. Most of the demon cultivators here did not wear much clothes. They suffered a harsh baptism in the cold wind and snow with their bare buttocks.

Cheng Qian took advantage of the chaos to get near the high platform, and burst out unexpectedly. The frost blade drew a sharp trace in the air. The gravel was gouged out together with Moxiu who hadn't had time to run away, and then he flicked his sleeves and released the little turtle that kicked its legs for a long time.

The tortoise with the size of a thumb fell to the ground and grew to the height of a hill, standing there with a big arm and a round waist, looking extremely upright and awe-inspiring.The jade tortoise opened its mouth wide, and took a deep breath of the awe-inspiring air that swallowed mountains and rivers. The whole small building was trembling, and a huge boulder under the split platform slowly emerged, and was about to get off the ground. .

At this time, a well-dressed man came out of the chaotic crowd of demons, and on the railing of the highest third floor, a man in a robe so wrapped up that his face could not be seen came out more and more, shouting: "Where did you come from, you little thief, you want to die! "

Cheng Qian felt that he couldn't face the name "little thief" calmly.

The long-robed man was condescending, raised his hand and slammed it down in the air, regardless of whether he was accidentally hurt or not.

Under the black cloud cover of the giant palm, the phantom-like wind and snow released by Cheng Qian immediately dispersed gradually, and some Moxiu, who was running slowly with low cultivation base, were swallowed by the black mist of fascinated bones under his palm, and they entered in an instant When the bones come out, it is cleaner than a beggar eating a chicken rack!

There are actually people guarding the building in such a ghostly place, Cheng Qian sneered, turned on the neck of the jade turtle, and the frost blade came out, and the sharp sword intent rushed straight up like a whirlwind, unceremoniously smashing the giant palm on the head The roof of the small building was lifted together.The cold sword energy in the small building collided with the scorching hot wind in the south, and there was a sharp "woo", and the half-cool water droplets splashed everywhere.

The robed man on the third floor was swept away by the sword, and hurriedly retreated three or four steps to dodge. In the blink of an eye, Yu Gui had already swallowed Bing Xinhuo into his mouth.

Seeing that he succeeded, Cheng Qian shrunk the jade turtle back to the size of a thumb and rolled it into his sleeve. He felt that it was a bit too much for such a big commotion. A person in the dark prison in the corner shouted: "Senior, help me, we are disciples of the White Tiger Villa in Xiliang!"

Cheng Qian just blew up the secret prison of the prisoner, but not to save people, but to make a fool of himself, but he felt that he was very benevolent, so who can blame him for not being good at learning?

Of course he didn't think that the disciples of Baihu Villa were worth more than other people's lives, but after hearing this self-reported family name, Cheng Qian still inevitably gave a meal—for no other reason, the master of Baihu Villa still held the Fuyao Mountain lock What about the keys?

Cheng Qian didn't know what the Master left such a ground lock for, but he couldn't help but be concerned about the difficulties of the elder brother, no matter whether it was true or not, when he heard the words "Baihu Villa", he had to act.

As soon as Cheng Qian approached the dark prison, a group of demon cultivators rushed towards him. With a single sword, he turned out the furious tide of the sea, swept out the group of jumping clowns, and rushed to the speaker.

The person who stopped him was a young man with lively eyebrows and piercing eyes, which seemed to flow with brilliance. Cheng Qian thought he was troublesome at first, but when he saw these eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little more fond of him.The young man was only offering a glimmer of hope, but he was actually willing to turn around and give a helping hand, and he was overjoyed for a moment.

However, he was overjoyed, but his head was not dizzy. When he saw Cheng Qian, he hurriedly picked up the most important thing and said quickly: "Senior, there are restrictions on the chains that bind us!"

After hearing this, Cheng Qian raised his sword and slashed without saying a word. He only heard a "choke", and the frost blade collided with the chain, but the chain did not move at all.

"No, you can't force it." The young man hurriedly said, "I'll think of a way, senior...be careful!"

Three or four demon cultivators had already approached, swarming from behind Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian didn't even turn his head, Shuang Ren swung a huge circle in his hand, this fierce sword rarely killed, the bright blade was dyed blood red, the blade trembled excitedly as if it was alive, wherever it went With a murderous intent, he cut off a bunch of heads one after another, and finally turned back with flying blood. Before the young man could speak, he chopped at the same position of the chain for the second time.

The young man caught his breath in his throat, and in an instant, the fierce sword and the prohibition of the demonic way had collided three times in a row, each time more fiercely, the black air and the frost were entangled to the death, and the fight was inseparable.

The young man trapped by the chains made both parties blindfolded. They didn't understand why the solution to the problem was so simple and rude for this man who was so refined.

Finally, the more vicious one won.

While the young man was stunned, the restraining chain that locked him cracked with a "click", and the outflowing demonic energy dispersed like black smoke on ashes, leaving the empty chain no more than ordinary iron. Just disconnected.

With a snap of Cheng Qian's fingers, a white light turned into the shape of a Pegasus and flew straight into the sky - this is to inform Tang Zhen that he has succeeded, and he will get away immediately so that they are ready to respond.

The demonic energy from all directions gathered like thunder, and pressed down on Cheng Qian desperately, but he carried it on his shoulder with a frost blade.

Standing on the cusp of the storm, Cheng Qian held one end of the Frost Blade with both hands like a mayfly shaking a tree, and said to the young man without looking back, "Stay away."

The young man had already seen the horror of this person, so he saw the opportunity very quickly. Hearing this, he immediately retreated out of the small building without looking back.

Cheng Qian turned sideways suddenly, and slashed the sword full of demonic energy on the ground. Zhaoyang City was cut into a half-foot-deep pit from east to west by his sword, and the overflowing demonic energy crashed to the ground. The ghostly cave-like pavilion suddenly fell apart, and he did not stop doing one thing——released all the unlucky people in the dark prison.

Most of the people imprisoned here are monks, and they must have been tortured in this kind of filthy place. When they were freed for the first time, everyone's eyes were red.

A melee begins.

Just when Cheng Qian felt that he could almost take advantage of the chaos to retreat, there was a sudden sound of a pipa in the distance, and the sound of a metal string pierced his eardrums, and went straight into the inner space of his body. It stirred a bit.

Immediately, the sound of the pipa reverberated throughout Zhaoyang City like a besieged song from all sides, and the sweet smell that had been dispelled by the bloody smell surged up from nowhere, making the person's body weak for a while, and Cheng Qian suddenly felt as if Lying on a pile of cotton, my limbs and bones felt indescribably sore and damp.A murmur came from his ear, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist softly and bonelessly, his onion-like fingertips seemed to lead a group of ants to crawl over him, it was numb.

It's a pity that although the devil has a charm, he hit a solid wall at this time - Cheng Qian didn't like sex and seduction in the first place, but just now he witnessed all kinds of unbearable things in the devil's den, and the goosebumps all over his body were rising again and again, and he was furious immediately The frost blade was rolled into a whirlwind, and all the pink powder and skeletons were cut into bare necks with a sword. Cheng Qian smelled the pungent fragrance on his body, and wished he could find a ditch to get in and wash it off.

Seeing his hard-hearted heart, someone hummed softly not far away, and the sound of the pipa music changed suddenly, and a line of leaf flute sound was mixed in it, sharp and thin, constantly piercing into people's ears.

Cheng Qian's eyes flashed, and the illusion reappeared. In an instant, countless figures flashed in his heart. The sweet fragrance just now disappeared suddenly, and a familiar orchid fragrance suddenly wafted around.Immediately afterwards, the arm that was entangled with him just now turned into a puff of green smoke, which fell not far from him, and transformed into a familiar person.

The man held a fan in his hand, revealing a pair of smiling eyes and a hand with a copper coin ring.

Cheng Qian: "..."

He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, a little dazed, but luckily he didn't last long, the next moment, an identical copper coin ring fell into his palm - this was the one he picked from the rightful owner's hand with his own hands.

The imitation spirit in the ring popped up like a ghost, regardless of Sanqi 21, it slapped the phantom in front of it with a slap, and brazenly slapped the fake demon and ghost away, and then took the mortal world with contempt. His gaze returned to the copper coin ring with a serious expression.

This stupid imitation spirit unexpectedly has the ability to ward off evil spirits.

When Cheng Qian came back to his senses, his ears suddenly felt hot, and he felt that he would not be able to look directly into the mirror for a while.

He pushed the Frost Blade Sword, and the tip of the sword forced out the abundant water vapor in the air, and it froze into a huge ice bar. When it collided with the blade, the sound of gold and stone instantly shattered the pipa music, and the surrounding people The hallucinations melted into a dense mist like a tide.

Only then did Cheng Qian see that the walls around Zhaoyang City were covered with a foot long strings, tinkling automatically in the absence of wind, playing a ecstasy formation into the city.A half-male devil on the city wall was holding a pipa in his hand. He matched Cheng Qian's gloomy eyes, and immediately disappeared from sight.

The young man who ran out first fell to Cheng Qian's side panting, and said, "This devil is one of the Yan Xingren, the suzerain named 'Happy Sect', very obscene—oh, junior Baihu Villa disciple Zhuang Nanxi came here at the order of his master to visit the large-scale gathering of demon cultivators, if he didn't check for a while, he was following his tricks—I don't know what the name of the senior is?"

"Fuyao, Cheng Qian." Cheng Qian put down such a short sentence, suddenly soared into the air, and struck down Moxiu who was raising a horn on the clock tower in Zhaoyang City, who was about to blow the horn, and glanced condescendingly at Zhuang Nanxi With a glance, he said, "Aren't you leaving, waiting to be besieged by a city of dirty demons?"

Hearing the words, Zhuang Nanxi jumped onto a big tree in the city, and as he rose and fell, a three-foot-high bow took shape out of thin air. Zhuang Nanxi, who was like a big bird, pounced on the "bowstring" from a height, and at the same time loudly Said: "Xiao Qi, borrow a fire—"

A skinny young man appeared from nowhere, quickly made a hand gesture, forced a ball of cold fire from his mouth, flew towards Zhuang Nanxi like a meteor, and said in his mouth: "The last ball."

Zhuang Nanxi made a long whistle, and the indigo flame suddenly stretched out to a length of seven or eight feet. The jumping flame turned into an arrow, which passed through the bowstring with incomparable accuracy, and the rocket flew straight into the sky with a sound of "咻". , and then exploded into tens of thousands of sparks in a flash above the sky, and blossomed everywhere on the ground, burning the entire Zhaoyang City into a sea of ​​flames.

Zhuang Nanxi raised his head and let out a long whistle, and the whistles around him echoed one after another. Several figures quickly followed his instructions and retreated out of the city, well-trained.

Cheng Qian looked on coldly, with some emotion - compared to the disciples of Qinglong Island who looked like mourners every day, and the Suzaku Pagoda, which had turned into a haunted house and had no disciples, these people under the Baihu Mountain Villa lacked some experience, but they were really promising.

Under the special supervision of Cheng Qian, the group of people forcibly broke through the gate of Zhaoyang City, and fled northward, chasing behind them big and small demons.

Zhuang Nanxi asked Cheng Qian loudly, "Senior, how do you get rid of them?"

Cheng Qian: "Don't shake it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black banner fell from the sky, just in time to let Cheng Cheng dive into them, and trapped all the demons inside with incomparable accuracy.

In mid-air, Tang Zhen got a live Pegasus from nowhere and was waiting for him with Liu Lang and Nian Da.

"Hold it," Cheng Qian threw the jade turtle that had swallowed Bingxinhuo into Tang Zhen's arms, and said, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go!"

Nian Da looked at the overwhelming demonic energy, and was already scared out of his wits. Just waiting for his words, he immediately raised his whip and drove the Pegasus to a gallop.

Nian Da: "Uncle Cheng, hurry up—"

Cheng Qian ignored him and stayed where he was without haste.

In a blink of an eye, Tang Zhen's black banner was torn open, and the Huanxi Suzerain, who was holding a pipa on the city wall before, led the crowd to chase it out, but stopped a few feet away from Cheng Qian.

This place has already left the magic city, without all kinds of strange magic weapon traps in the city to rely on, the Huanxi suzerain suddenly regretted that he came out impulsively out of anger.

Unless they are really geniuses, those who are addicted to demons and heretics will always seem to lack confidence if they really compete with others.

Cheng Qian was alone with his sword hanging in the air, and his half-worn robe sleeves fluttered up and down, as if he could ride the wind back at any time, but for some reason, no one dared to approach him within three feet, and a strange and suffocating silence filled the southern sky. Come.

The suzerain of the Huanxi sect glanced at the direction in which Zhuang Nanxi and the others were fleeing, and asked cautiously, "May I ask what kind of enmity your honor has with our sect? Why did you bully me on Zhaoyang City for no reason?"

This devil really doesn't see the outside world, and in a blink of an eye, he has already regarded Zhaoyang City as their home.

"I didn't have it in the first place. I'm not a saint who exorcises demons and protects the way. It's just..." Cheng Qian stared at the pipa in the hand of the Suzerain of Huanxi Sect. While speaking, he slowly pulled out the frost blade. screaming, he suddenly smiled coldly, "You are so brave, dare to use that pickled monster to materialize the appearance of the head of the original sect!"

The next moment, the Frost Blade burst out in a rage, and Cheng Qian's repressed state and coercion in the Demon City finally revealed his sharp fangs unabashedly——

Suzerain Huanxi was shocked, and suddenly grabbed the strings of the pipa with ten fingers, and the strings snapped with a sound of "嘡", and rushed towards Cheng Qian with a sound like a bell.

It's a pity he didn't make it far.

When he was pierced by an arrow in the back, he heard the other party's low voice: "You'd better remember this sword and my advice, before committing other people's taboos in the next life, first weigh whether you have so many lives!"