Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Dozens of swords pressed down from all directions, all with the same sword moves as before, and the coffin-like space was instantly covered with frost, and the threatening coolness overflowed.

Cheng Qian said inwardly, "Trouble." With the frost blade in his hand, he lowered his body.

Haichao Sword - turn the tide.

The sky filled with fake frost and snow swept by the sword intent seemed to hold up an invisible cover in midair, holding up the downward pressure of these dozens of swords like invulnerability. After a loud noise, sparks burst out, holding the sword The people in the mirror scattered and retreated together.

Cheng Qian didn't give them a chance to besiege him any more. His figure was like lightning, the frost blade in his hand was spinning endlessly, and the nine-change "You Wei" hook stab turned back. The sword shadow was like an elusive ghost, and he got into the crowd in an instant.

The people in the mirror are too dense to get close to him for a while, and they have to hold each other back.

Cheng Qian jumped up suddenly, stretched out his hand to touch the frost blade, as if he had picked up a sword energy, waved his hand, "ping pong", a dozen mirrors shattered at the same time, each spit out a black smoke, quickly gathered in the air .

Cheng Qian was about to clean up the black shadow, but when he saw the broken mirror, many homeless people in the mirror went mad and surrounded him again desperately. One of them was cut off by the frost blade in half, still entanglement.

This happened to block Cheng Qian's way, and looking at it again, the black air had disappeared.

Because of the reluctance of the person in the mirror, the scene began to become very bloody, and in just a few breaths, Cheng Qian had already seen "the self without the head", "the self without the arms", "the self with the half-stretched body" and "opened the body". The belly-broken self"... wait for the face of the dead without a whole body.

Fortunately, he is a heartless and heartless Juling Jade, if someone with a weak heart came, he might have been scared to tears.

Just when he was caught by many people in the mirror, the black air that had just disappeared walked down the corner of the wall, and got into a small palm-sized mirror in the corner. The mirror flickered for a moment, revealing a black air Come smiley.

Cheng Qian went on a killing spree and killed dozens of people in the mirror. The blood splattered on his face was warm and fishy, ​​like living blood.

Without changing his face, he nailed the last man in the mirror to the ground with his sword. The cold air of the frost blade condensed a thin layer of hoarfrost on the man in the mirror. The man in the mirror opened his eyes exactly like Cheng Qian. There seemed to be a slight treacherous smile in his ruthless eyes, Cheng Qian's goosebumps were about to rise from the smile.

At this moment, a cluster of black air suddenly spewed out from the small mirror that he ignored, covering Cheng Qian's head and face like a fishnet. The black air seemed to seep into the bones of people for some unknown reason. In the middle, every joint of him was firmly locked.

Cheng Qian maintained the posture of pinning the man in the mirror to the ground, unable to move at all.

A vague black shadow flashed out from behind him, and a man's voice said, "Oh? You are a master of the Fuyao sect. I recognize this 'Death Sword'."

While speaking, a pale hand stretched out in front of Cheng Qian, and brushed the Frost Edge Sword vaguely, as if fearing something, he retracted his hand with a gasp.

He laughed in a low voice: "It's really extraordinary, Brother Cheng, I heard that you made a big noise in Zhaoyang City by yourself and killed the Huanxi Sect Master. The perverts, big and small, of the Huanxi Sect are clamoring for revenge on you!" Woolen cloth."

The black air infiltrated into Cheng Qian's body jumped up and down with the hands of the demon cultivator in front of him. The demon cultivator seemed to feel that the heat was almost ready, and his greedy eyes swept over Cheng Qian's body, and said with a smile: "With this body, you will be able to use it to your heart's content. Give it to me through the mirror image!"

After finishing speaking, he yanked the big net woven by black air, as if he wanted to pull Cheng Qian's soul out of his body——

This pull did not pull, and the face of the demon cultivator changed: "What!"

I saw a cluster of frost quickly spreading from the end of the black net. Cheng Qian, who was motionless at first, raised his hand and pulled off the black net wrapped around himself. The frozen black net floated on him like weightless. hand.

Cheng Qian said softly: "You've heard that I'm making a big fuss in Zhaoyang City, but you haven't heard... Am I not made of flesh and blood?"

Before the Moxiu could realize what "not flesh and blood" meant, the black net was grabbed and pulled by Cheng Qian, and suddenly turned into a whip, and he whipped it with a flick of his head, and Moxiu was shocked , turned around and turned into a cloud of black air that floated out, and was already a few steps away in the blink of an eye.

But the sword intent of the frost blade suddenly lingered like a gangrene, and the murderous intent of the cold sword did not retreat, and it was extremely scary among the flesh and blood flying corpses all over the ground.

The devil fled in a panic, but a ray of sword light "drilled" out from a very strange place, and opened a big gap in his front on the spot, almost hurting his vitals. Tens of thousands of frost-edged swords were raised, trapping him firmly in them.

Moxiu suddenly looked back, and saw Cheng Qian's face as calm as a millennium-year-old ice pool - that is something that mirror images can't learn no matter what.

Like those legendary powers who soared to the upper realm, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, without sadness or joy.

Seeing that he had nowhere to go, Moxiu immediately showed a ruthless expression. He saw his sleeves puffed up, black energy surged up, and his whole body turned into a huge black bucket.

After all, Cheng Qian is not specialized in eliminating demons and defending Taoism. After all, the demon cultivators who have fought against him are limited. , the body exploded in an instant, and all the surrounding sword shadows were blasted away in an instant, and even the wall blocks formed around the ten square formations were infected by the black flesh, and there was a "squeak" sound.

Frost Blade made a soft "buzz", and Cheng Qian hurriedly backed away, thinking: "It's over, if this puppet talisman is broken again, Eldest Senior Brother will definitely kill me."

But the next moment, the strange shape of the ear appeared in his hand, illuminating the surroundings brightly, so that Cheng Qian couldn't even open his eyes for a moment.When he looked again, the demon cultivator's flesh and blood had been completely melted away - most of the demon cultivators have the method of seizing the body, and the matter of abandoning the body and soul to seize the body has been tried and tested time and again.

It's a pity that this time the demon cultivator finally kicked the iron plate, but his primordial spirit couldn't escape. After a scream, he was shrouded in the white light and screamed in horror: "Listen, listen... "

Afterwards, he was silent again, and actually disappeared in place.

Cheng Qian stood there inexplicably, seeing that the "ear" in his hand that had risen out of nowhere after finishing the blow, dimmed again, and disappeared into his flesh in a blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

listen to money?Before listening... Or what?

He thought it was just an ordinary magic formation, but he didn't expect that the mystery of this thing was not small. Cheng Qian secretly decided that after the matter was over, he would ask Li Yun or Tang Zhen to find out.

He broke off the fingers given by ocher, peeped out through the mirror inside, and saw that in the two rows of candles, one of the white candle and the Beaulieu candle representing the magic cultivator were extinguished. After a while, both of them had died one person.

It turned out that he was the fastest.

Cheng Qian stared at the extinguished white candle for a moment, wondering which one of the implicated powers died, how difficult it is to practice, chance and talent, hard work and understanding are indispensable, and it took hundreds of thousands of years to achieve it Did the Unified God just perish like this?

Suddenly, the rabbit died and the fox was sad, and the thing hurt its kind.

Cheng Qian put the finger back on his hand, and continued to walk forward, thinking: "I don't know what happened to senior brother."

But after a moment of separation, he had already started to worry, Cheng Qian reacted, and couldn't help laughing at himself wryly: "Could it be that seeing each other every day is like three autumns?"

Suddenly, a thick fog rose in the ten squares, and Cheng Qian came back to his senses, and was teleported to other places in a blink of an eye.

He quickly changed his mind and thought: "Yes, a white candle is extinguished, which means that there is a demon cultivator who killed the opponent like me. Could it be that he will face him next?"

Just as Cheng Qian landed on the ground, a tyrannical demonic energy swept over him. When the frost blade was unsheathed, there was almost a dragon's cry, and he pushed out the trick of "seeking up and down" with a needle hidden in the cotton, and the darkness It seems to have hit something huge.

At the same time, the consciousness released by Cheng Qian collided with another domineering and rigid consciousness in the air. Cheng Qian's heart was shocked suddenly, and he flicked out a slender flame, illuminating a radius of ten feet.

I saw the shadow of a black dragon landed on the ground and turned into a familiar person, standing not far or near ten steps away from him.

Han Yuan.

The two were deadlocked for a while.

Cheng Qian didn't expect that he would meet Han Yuan so soon, he was silent for a while, thinking secretly how to break the deadlock, and then involuntarily thought of the white candle that went out just now.

Cheng Qian suddenly realized that since the birth of Suzaku Pagoda, Han Yuan has walked all the way, which step has not been stained with human blood?

Those who bear the blood debt of their masters and peers, will they let it go?

Han Yuan took the lead and said, "I still have to wait for a long time before meeting the next person. The younger brother's decisiveness in killing is no less than those of us notorious nightmare pedestrians."

With a flick of Cheng Qian's finger, the small flame suspended in his hand exploded in mid-air, taking the shape of a lotus flower, slowly floating above the two of them like a river lantern, and turning the gloomy Shifang The array shines like bathing in moonlight.He put the Frost Blade back into the scabbard without looking back, the scabbard of the cold iron lightly knocked on the ground, and then he sat down beside him, beckoned to the biggest devil in the world, and said, "Come here."

Han Yuan stood still.

Cheng Qian: "Are you that demon or Han Yuan? Tell Han Yuan to get out and talk to me."

"Han Yuan" sneered and said, "Han Yuan, one day, I will completely remove that waste."

Even though he said this, he still slightly closed his eyes. After a while, the tyranny in those red eyes suddenly cleared up. Although his eyes were a little dodgy, the inside became clear.

The real Han Yuan walked up to Cheng Qian without saying a word, sat down silently, and said softly, "Little brother."

When the little beggar was young, he was ugly, a naughty boy who could only come up with bad ideas and silly jokes, and he still couldn't be called a particularly handsome mark when he grew up.

He is tall and tall, but his cheeks are very thin. He is dressed in a pitch-black dragon robe, and his temperament is always tight. He often plays two roles, so he is covered with a layer of moody and evil, which looks different. People look like dogs.

Cheng Qian raised his head and glanced at the oppressive Ten Square Formation surrounded by clouds, mountains and mists above his head. After a while, he turned his eyes back to Han Yuan, and asked calmly, "What do you want to do when it's so troublesome?"

Han Yuan didn't answer, but just looked at him deeply.

Cheng Qian said again: "Why did you jump into the sea in the first place? Why did you run to mingle with Yan Xingren? Why did you let your demons go? Hmm?"

Han Yuan lowered his eyes.

Cheng Qian: "Tang Zhen said, if the master hadn't sealed the immortality of the master ancestor, you might be able to get the name of Beiming from him one day...Since you are so majestic, why do you still go to the foot of Fuyao Mountain to listen? Shanyin?"

Han Yuan gritted his teeth suddenly.

Cheng Qian bumped him lightly with his calf: "What did you hear when you were listening to Shanyin?"

This time, Han Yuan finally opened his mouth, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I heard the thatch on the thatched hut in the unknown hall fluttering, and the master's three-legged door rule table rattled on the ground, and there was a big bird blowing into the wind. Wings raised, feathers fluttering, I guess... probably puddles."

Cheng Qiandao: "I don't know... Master gave each of us a commandment in I don't know. Yours is 'rock', and mine is 'comfort'. He also said that the introductory homework is to copy the rules of the door. You are shamelessly saying that you can't read. I refuse to write."

Han Yuan showed a crying and smiling expression.

Cheng Qian asked: "Are you sincere when you say you want to smoke the little junior sister's demon bone?"

Han Yuan raised his head slowly.

Cheng Qian said softly: "As long as you say no, I will believe you."

When they were young, when the two of them played together, it was always Han Yuan who chatted endlessly, Cheng Qian loved to ignore it, and occasionally rewarded him with a perfunctory "hmmmm", but now it seems to be the other way around, becoming Cheng Qian who keeps asking, Han Yuan But Yuan cherishes words like gold.

After hearing this, Han Yuan avoided answering, and only said slowly: "The hand that Tianyan claims to be fair to the world has a big tree with deep roots. It has been hidden for many years, but what is exposed is only the tip of the iceberg. .”

Cheng Qian listened expressionlessly, not looking surprised.

Seeing him like this, Han Yuan said, "Oh, you know, then it seems that you also understand the reason why Master Gu became a demon and why Island Master Gu died unjustly?"

Cheng Qian: "I didn't ask you this—"

Han Yuan interrupted him and said, "Then do you know that there were also people from Tianyan in Suoxiantai that day? Except for your down-and-out sects with three or five people wandering around, there are people from them in all sects, big and small. ..."

Cheng Qian saw him gossip about him again and again, and the unknown fire in his heart burned to the center of his eyebrows, and he said every word with a suppressed anger: "I didn't ask you this either! "

Han Yuanwu said to himself: "Jiang Peng was introduced to the Soul-Eating Lamp when he was traveling abroad. At that time, if he didn't suppress the Soul-Eating Lamp and fell into the ghost realm, he would become a victim like those ghosts, but you know who put the ghost into the ghost world?" Did the Taoism pass on to him?"

Cheng Qian had never heard of this matter, but at this moment he didn't care at all, the fist hanging by his side was involuntarily clenched, his calm expression finally broke, revealing the deep anger.

"Back then, Master only said that he was the first resentful soul buried under the Soul-Eating Lamp. Do you know who the second and third are?" Where I am now, in a little-known town, Jiang Peng went mad and killed more than [-] villagers... Ten rooms were empty, and only one family put their infant son in a basket and hung it into the basket. In the well. I hid in the well for three full days before being caught by an old beggar who passed by along the way to ask for water."

Cheng Qian was stunned, feeling as if something was about to come out——

Why didn't Tianyan set up the demon-slaying formation at the former site of Fuyao Mountain when intercepting Han Yuan, instead of at the foot of Taiyin Mountain fifty miles away?

Why did Master only fall in love with Han Yuan when there were so many beggar children in the world?

"The child followed the old beggar and became a little beggar. After more than ten years, he was taken away in a ruined temple by a master who thought he was a real person. From then on, he had a yard to live in, cranes to play with, clean clothes to wear, and There are brothers who let him eat and drink every day, and the gods are not so happy..." Han Yuan slowly turned to Cheng Qian, his eyes fell on his chest, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "A painting of a soul, what? It's all gone."

After Han Yuan's words came to this point, his eyes suddenly changed, as if the struggling, dodging and confused Han Yuan disappeared again, and the tyrannical demon once again occupied his body.

He sneered lowly: "They are the hands that level the world. We ants in the world can only be rubbed with that hand? Since the Dao needs to be carried by such a dirty hand, why can't I rebel?" Out of the way? Anyway, at this point, everyone hates me, and no one will forgive me!"

"No one will forgive you?" A string in Cheng Qian's heart snapped. He repeated each word word by word, looking straight into Han Yuan's eyes, "Who won't forgive you?"

Han Yuan... the heart demon smiled sarcastically, and said: "Brothers, don't they hate me? If it weren't for me, the Fuyao faction wouldn't have become the target of public criticism. How could the senior brother be so sad because of the century-old... haha, the pain of lovesickness?" Infected with inner demons, I took advantage of it in the Suzaku Pagoda? What about you? Don’t you just hate me? You have confessed yourself under the strike of lightning in southern Xinjiang..."

"Eldest senior brother tried his best to wipe your butt off the shitty things you did so that you could return to the sect. You say he hates you?" Cheng Qian couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted, "If I hate you, I will never allow you to do so much!" Nonsense, I would have killed you a long time ago, Ji Jian!"

Cheng Qian's heart was in a mess, with endless worries about how this matter would end, deep-rooted disappointment at Han Yuan's evasiveness to answer whether he wanted to pump the puddle demon bones, and all the old feelings and memories evoked by the memories in the Tingshan array were all mixed together.

He suddenly threw the frost blade aside, and punched Han Yuan's side face with a fist: "How can you say it!"

I don't know if it was a demon or Han Yuan's people who didn't guard against his bare-handed beating, but he hit him straight, and there was a ridiculous bruise on his face.

Cheng Qian picked up his collar, and put his knee firmly on his waist and abdomen: "How many times have I told you to tell Master, which time did I really sue? Have no conscience yet!"

The tears in the corners of Han Yuan's eyes were blurred. He didn't know whether he was crying or was forced out by a slap in the eye socket.

Cheng Qian pushed Han Yuan against the wall, and there was a muffled sound. He was puzzled and roared, "Who doesn't want revenge? Are you the only one who is bloody? For revenge, you have to ignore it, and you have to make trouble in the world." The chaos caused countless people to become the same 'ants' as you did back then because of you? Did you want to take the bones of your junior sister in revenge? Then why did you give her the soul-searching needle back then? Just strangle her to death!"

Cheng Qian suddenly felt unspeakably uncomfortable. Panting heavily, he staggered back a step, as if he was a little unsteady by his rare violent ups and downs of emotions.

He squeezed the knuckles of his bruised fingers, stood still for a long time, and cursed in a low voice: "Bastard!"

Han Yuan covered his face with his hands, his back seemed to have been pulled out of a bone, and slowly collapsed. After hearing this curse, he slid down the wall and sat on the ground.

Then there was an unbearable sob without warning.