Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

At the foot of Shizhou Mountain, the puddle turned into a giant bird, with Li Yun on its back, passing quickly in the air. If anyone saw it, it would probably be a glow in the air.

The two seem to be broom stars with long tails, chasing a group of big and small demons behind them, but Tonghe's path is not a straight line, dodging left and right, sometimes making a detour, cooperating with Qimen Dunjia, always hanging on to the group of demons with ease .

A few days ago, after receiving a report from Tang Zhen, Yan Zhengming had already gone ahead of them involuntarily, but I heard that the monks from all directions in Suoxiantai gathered together, how could the senior brother deal with it alone?Li Jun had no choice but to brew a belly full of bad water. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the group of demons following the dragon to the north, he provoked a large group of howling and screaming demon heads along the way. , intending to completely muddy the water in this pool.

While doing calculations, Li Yun directed the puddle and said: "The first seventeen feet, the ridge position-hey, it's off, be careful!"

The water hole couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Don't look like you have read the book, what can you do if you just say 'front, back, left, right'?"

Basically, she can only distinguish between front, back, left, and right, and she has to ponder for a while, Li Yun's messy "Qian Kun Zhen Huan" made her very dizzy.

"Stop rambling, just over there, hurry up!" Li Yun complained, "Can't you stop the fire on your body, it's almost burning me to death!"

Shui Keng didn't quarrel with him, and said worriedly: "Second senior brother, can senior senior brother drag us over there?"

"Don't be kidding, Xiaoqian has an accident, can you still expect him to calm down?" Li Yun sighed, "It's fine if Xiaoqian has a full beard and tail, in case there is something wrong, alas..."

Puddle seemed to understand and followed with righteous indignation: "What? Who dares to hurt my little brother, I will definitely burn them to death!"

Li Yun: "..."

If this bird were a demon, she might be regarded as a demon cultivator with more eyes, but as a human being, she is far behind. How developed her limbs is, she has a simple mind. Li Yun was speechless for a moment, thinking that this matter has nothing to do with She couldn't explain it, so she had to say weakly: "Fly you, if you get caught accidentally, we will have a lot of fun."

He was full of worries, fearing that Yan Zhengming's brain would be overwhelmed and he would break into Suoxiantai indiscriminately.

Li Yun knew their senior brother.

Above the main hall of Suoxiantai, the sword energy with murderous intent swept across indiscriminately. All the masters present subconsciously moved their true distance to resist. The sleepy dragon lock was stimulated by the true essence of all directions, and flickered indefinitely. The inner and outer swords The qi collided with the true essence, and the Sifang gate exploded with a "bang".

"who!"

Yan Zhengming's complexion was as frosty, and he walked in step by step from the messy doorway, ignoring all the big and small ones, and walked straight to Suoxiantai.

As if everything around him was not worth mentioning, he only had eyes for the person surrounded by the trapped dragon lock.

Cheng Qian's composure had been swept away long ago. For a moment, he had the illusion that he had just gotten into trouble and got all the stolen goods. His back with wounds all over the place froze involuntarily, and he subconsciously glanced down at himself. This irreparable tattered clothes pulled up a rag to cover up a shocking bruise on his waist.

Yan Zhengming walked to the side of Suoxiantai as if no one was watching, stared at the blood on Cheng Qian's body, and said softly, "Who hurt you?"

His voice was soft and his face was as usual, but Cheng Qian suddenly felt a little creepy. He looked at Yan Zhengming in surprise, and saw an ominous dark red in his dark pupils: "Brother, you..."

Yan Zhengming exhaled softly: "I have sworn to the sky, if anyone wants to hurt you again, I will kill him a thousand times..."

Cheng Qian was terrified when he heard that, and didn't dare to let his mad-looking senior brother finish his sentence. He immediately interrupted him, and coaxed him carefully and softly: "I'm fine, I just had some misunderstanding with someone, can you calm down?" What about them, brothers?"

Yan Zhengming clenched his teeth tightly, and his cheeks showed a sharp arc. After a while, he closed his eyes fiercely, and the two dark red spots in his eyes finally began to gradually fade away.

Yan Zhengming sighed, and whispered as if exhausted: "Come here, let me have a look."

Cheng Qian stood up as if nothing had happened and walked to the edge of the Qiankun Trapped Dragon Lock, moving as usual, walking briskly, as if all the wounds on his body were painted.

With his hands behind his back indifferently, he stood condescendingly on the Suoxiantai and glanced at the monks with different expressions around him. He suddenly raised his eyebrows, showing the arrogance that hadn't been shown on his face for a long time, and said with a smile: "It's just a little The lawsuit is over, what are you doing here?"

Yan Zhengming stared at his pale and pretending face, the demons scurrying around in the inner mansion calmed down a bit, and as soon as he regained his sanity, he immediately became angry.

Yan Zhengming gave Cheng Qian a hard look, gave him a "wait for me" look, turned around, knocked the newly replaced three-foot saber lightly on the ground, and said: " Whoever he owed, I will pay back, and whoever killed someone, I will pay with my life—whoever comes to collect the debt now, come and talk to me together.”

Even though he is a rare master of swordsmanship, his brash speech like a mallet in the public still stunned everyone.

After a long while, Zhuang Nanxi, who was a little lost, came back to his senses, and said firstly, "This...this senior is..."

Yan Zhengming said: "My surname is Yan, and I am the No. 40 eighth-generation leader of the Fuyao Sect."

Cheng Qian didn't expect him to speak so bluntly in public, and was taken aback: "Senior brother!"

Yan Zhengming turned his back to him and waved his hands. This day will come sooner or later, can the Fuyao faction remain hidden for a lifetime?

As soon as he said this, most of the monks present looked very dazed, but Bian Xu, Yang Decheng and the unknown elder of Baihu Villa showed surprise on their faces.

The elder of Baihu Villa asked: "Then your master is..."

"Family teacher Han Muchun, master ancestor Tongru... seems to have a lot to do with the Four Sages." Yan Zhengming paused, then continued, "The elders are gone, so I'm not very talented to hand over the sect to mere subordinates." , I have practiced for more than 100 years, but I haven't achieved anything famous, and I have always been ashamed to mention my master's heritage to others."

When he said this, he lightly tapped the scabbard of the saber with his fingertips, and the scabbard made a soft "clang" sound. Yan Zhengming had a slightly self-deprecating expression on his face, but he laughed at himself and laughed at himself as if no one else was around, without raising his head. Said: "But no matter how timid you are, I can't watch my junior brother being bullied by you like this. I have to come out to learn a lesson or two."

Yang Decheng snorted heavily and said: "If I remember correctly, isn't your Fuyao sect claiming that you will kill every demon? Why don't you clean up the sect yourself first?"

Yan Zhengming rolled his eyelids when he heard the words: "Oh?"

He was born with a pair of peach-blossom eyes like a swinger, before he opened his mouth, the corners of his eyes and brows already showed a bit of frivolity in the world of mortals, but this look vaguely contained a sharp sword intent, as if feathers were sharpened, and dripping water turned into ice. There are unspeakable violations, and there are unspeakable reasonableness.

The disciple of Xuanwu Hall beside Yang Decheng who proposed to open Cheng Qian's inner mansion took a step forward, and explained the whole story in a more eloquent way.

Yan Zhengming listened expressionlessly, looked down at the tip of his sword, and suddenly chuckled and said, "Oh, I see, it turned out to be this Elder Yang—your young master was possessed by a demon, and his body Died by my hands, it has nothing to do with my junior brother. If you feel that I desecrated the corpse, I can personally kowtow in front of his tomb. As for..."

It didn't take long for him to say the word "As for", and he was already in front of Yang Decheng, the sword of Yuanshen merged with the saber in his hand, he didn't care about the open door behind him, and he didn't say hello, and gave Yang Decheng a crushing blow on the spot.

Before Yan Zhengming came in, he heard the man's yelling, and after hearing the cause and effect, he deduced that Cheng Qian's hairband was broken in the old man's hand, and he immediately became furious.

If he hadn't tied a puppet talisman on Cheng Qian's body on a whim, and if people from Baihu Villa hadn't happened to get involved at that time, would Cheng Qian still be alive?

The hatred that he failed to personally avenge Zhou Hanzheng a hundred years ago boiled over in his chest, so many new and old hatreds added together, even if the king of heaven stood in front of him, he would not be able to stop him from tearing this man into pieces.

The sword in Yan Zhengming's hand seemed to be unable to withstand the master's [-]-point blow. With a sharp "woo", Yang Decheng, the grand elder of the Xuanwu Hall, could not stand up to his sharpness, and retreated in embarrassment, even one of the four saints Even Bian Xu involuntarily took a step sideways to avoid the edge of his long sword.

This sword appeared out of nowhere——

Cheng Qian frowned, and he couldn't help but take a step forward, but was blocked by the trapped dragon lock.

Cheng Qian couldn't be more clear about the depth of these people. Even if Yan Zhengming suddenly found a Shiquan Dabu Dan and ate it, he would never have such tyrannical strength, and it was only a few days. What did the senior brother who weighs everyone do?

The entire hall was stirred up by his sword, and except for the place surrounded by the Qiankun Dragon Lock, other places suffered disasters, and the dense protective charms around it were like mud, and collapsed in an instant out of control.

When the sages built the Suoxian Terrace, they probably didn't expect that anyone would dare to be so presumptuous.

The elder of Baihu Villa hurriedly said: "Nephew, don't..."

Yang Decheng couldn't dodge it, he let out a low shout, and put his hands on his chest to make a tactic, eighteen phantoms suddenly appeared behind him, each holding eighteen kinds of weapons, some were very fierce, some were nimble and agile, they rushed over from all directions, dazzled Yan Zhengming was surrounded in the middle.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light blazed, and the saber and the sword of the primordial spirit converged into a rain of swords, indistinguishable from each other. The sword light was everywhere, ghosts and gods were terrified, and the eighteen phantoms had no time to flee in a hurry, and they had turned into fly ash on the spot. With three points of timidity, he was shocked by his phantom and fell more than two feet away. He didn't know whether it was dead or alive, but he didn't move.

Yan Zhengming chased after him relentlessly, Bian Xu was finally forced to make a move, changed his hands and made a seal, released a jade tablet, and stood in front of Yang Decheng.

The sword energy collided with the corner of the jade card, knocking out a crack in the jade card. With a sneer on his face, Yan Zhengming glanced sideways at the Xuanwu Hall Master, and the sword shadow around him suddenly turned with him, facing the 36 The Taoist Dragon Lock smashed over.

"Stop!" This time, Bian Xu, the elders of Baihu Villa and even Cheng Qian all said in unison.

But no one can stop this sword cultivator from going his own way.

The Yuanshen sword collided with the trapped dragon lock, and there seemed to be a dragon singing and crying in the trapped dragon lock, and the only remaining roof of the main hall was suddenly covered with tiles. .

Kunlongsuo has gone through countless years of trials and hardships, been watered by countless great powers with true energy, and drank the blood of countless demon cultivators. He has already become a soul of his own.

The corners of Yan Zhengming's mouth began to ooze thin blood, and the dark red in his eyes that had faded just now was stimulated by the trapped dragon lock again. In a blink of an eye, the second sword was formed, and it was once again slashed towards the trapped dragon lock in the air.

Perhaps the reason why the lazy young master on Fuyao Mountain was able to enter the Tao with a sword was because of the coldness in his bones-at a certain moment, he ignored the world, people and gods.

On the one hand, he was looking for the key and secret words to unseal the mountain decree, but on the other hand, he tried to fight against the spiritual consciousness left in the seal of the sect's ancestors all the time.

Even though he was afraid of being dirty, tired, and troublesome, he was never frightened by real fear.

Kun Longsuo roared angrily, and Suo Xiantai trembled.

The elder of Baihu Mountain Villa turned his head and yelled at Bian Xu, his voice changed: "This sword cultivator has already entered the domain of Sword God, who will make a special trip to kill your useless son of a bitch? You are a god, and you still don't open the lock. Sendai!"

Bian Xu admitted that he was right, but even if he really wanted to open the Suoxiantai, he was powerless at this time - with his cultivation, he could fight Yan Zhengming, but at this time he broke into the violent sword wind If you make trouble, you will lose both sides.

At this moment, Cheng Qian on Suoxiantai suddenly knelt down: "Brother, I beg you to stop!"

When he knelt down, Yan Zhengming's originally indifferent eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, and the sword energy that was originally like a rainbow sunset had taken shape, and as he stagnated, it actually stopped in the air.

Cheng Qian: "Don't you want to live?"

In the silence of the crowd, the sword energy that filled the sky finally dissipated slowly, turned into a ray of breeze, and retreated into Yan Zhengming's saber.

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Open the trapped dragon lock."

All the monks present looked at each other, and the elder of Baihu Villa took the lead and said, "I have a key here."

The 36 trapped dragon locks are kept by 36 invited monks respectively. With him taking the lead, others immediately followed suit. Even Bian Xu hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly raised his hand to call out a group of monks. Throw the key to a disciple beside you.

With the opening of the chains of trapped dragon locks, Cheng Qian's body, which had stagnated for a long time, finally turned again. The meridians all over his body seemed to be flooded into a river that had been dry for a long time.

That Bian Xu coughed dryly, and was about to say something, when suddenly, there was a cloud of black air in the northern sky, covering most of the sky in a blink of an eye, and the hall above the heads of the monks had been torn apart, but their vision became clearer, and they all looked back , I saw the figure of a dragon looming in the dark clouds.

Someone exclaimed: "The Southern Border Demon Dragon!"

At this moment, a big bird covered in flames roared up the mountain and stopped on the ruined hall. Li Jun jumped down from the bird's back panting. Shi Shi was a little confused, and said to himself: "That's not... what's going on here?"

In the dark clouds churning like a storm, Han Yuan's voice came from afar like a muffled thunder: "I destroyed the Suzaku Pagoda, and I set the Great Heart Demon free...Which unknown person dared to pretend to be my seat?" credit?"

While he was speaking, the black air around Shizhou Mountain kept rolling, and it seemed that a large number of demon cultivators were chasing at the foot of the mountain.

Li Yun finally managed to catch his breath, and quickly explained with a smirk: "I met a lot of demons on the way here, and they chased us both to death."

No one in the room paid attention to his self-mockery.

Intense demonic energy from all directions pervades boundlessly, and the Suoxian Terrace trembles "dudu", and the magic dragon laughs loudly: "This world should change the sky and the sun, come with me to toss it to change the color of the mountains and rivers—"

The demons from all directions responded to each call.

The dragon's huge claws slashed across the clouds, as if it smashed the sky with one claw, and the heavy rain suddenly poured down like a leak.

There was a violent storm on the mountain, and the demons danced wildly below the mountain, and the Shizhou Mountain became a mess.

Zhuang Nanxi strode forward, wiped the rain off his face vigorously, and said loudly to Yan Zhengming: "Senior! This junior is ignorant and ignorant. I have never heard of the famous Fuyao sect before, but didn't some people say that Fuyao must be killed when it encounters demons? The world is in chaos now. Who can stay out of it?"

I don't know if it was Cheng Qian's illusion, but he felt that Yan Zhengming's body seemed to shake slightly.

Zhuang Nanxi made a generous statement: "Seniors, please put down the petty quarrels between each other for the sake of the overall situation!"

Cheng Qian suddenly turned his head away, as if he had passed through the pouring rain and thick dark clouds, and met Han Yuan's eyes in the air. At that moment, he heard the declaration of the monks defending the Tao, and a feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

Never go back.

The Fuyao sect, which had been hidden for many years, reappeared in front of the world at this time, and once again fell on the cusp of the storm, and their little junior, who used to love to dodge and make trouble, drifted away and could not go back.

The evil spirits that must come out in every generation, the ancestral precepts that must be killed when encountering demons.

"Get out of the way for those who play heroes." At this moment, Tang Zhen suddenly parted from the crowd and strode over, "Is it almost impossible to stand without seeing him?"

His voice fell, and Yan Zhengming suddenly fell headlong without warning.

Cheng Qian didn't care about his wild thoughts any longer, and reached out to catch him in a hurry, only to feel that his hands were cold, and Yan Zhengming's breathing was shallow, as if he couldn't feel it.

Zhuang Nanxi was stunned. At this moment, a monk he didn't know stepped forward cautiously and said, "Please...please come with me, senior. There is a place to rest on Shizhou Mountain."

Tang Zhen said: "Please lead the way, this lunatic was injured by the trapped dragon lock just now."

After finishing speaking, he gave the bewildered Cheng Qian a wink, motioning him to follow.

Cheng Qian hurriedly picked up Yan Zhengming, and Li Yun and Shui Keng hurriedly followed. None of the monks in the mountains dared to stop him.

Cheng Qian quickly caught up with Tang Zhen: "Brother Tang, my senior brother..."

"Don't ask any more," Tang Zhen said in a voice almost whispering, "At that time, I saw that Baihu Mountain Villa summoned disciples, and after I went to inquire about it, I reported it to your senior brother. In addition to locking the location of Xiantai, he also asked me for a Prohibition."

Cheng Qian's mouth tightened: "What?"

"Raise my cultivation to the extreme in a short period of time, and endure triple backlash afterwards... Alas, I thought your senior brother was quite easy-going," Tang Zhen frowned, "If I had known he was like this, I would not have given it."

Cheng Qian was stunned.

He was shocked for a moment, looking at Yan Zhengming's haggard face, he didn't know what it was like.

In a daze, the words Zhuang Nanxi said hovered in his chest, ready to come out——

In the world, as long as it doesn't violate morality, there is nothing I can't do for him.

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