Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

Fu Yaoye's memory of just entering the mountain gate in his previous life was almost blurred.

Looking at his white and warm palms in the sun, he suddenly felt like a dream.

He even remembered the darkness in the Demon Abyss, and the fangs and claws of monsters.

There is also the unbelievable feeling of being expelled from the mountain gate; the chilling feeling of being abandoned by a close friend...

Also, the man who got him into this situation.

Fu Yaoye clearly remembered that he had just escaped from Wuganfu at that time, and he was in a trance. When he raised his eyes, he saw Master Chang Nian from Xuanzhen Temple talking to Wuchen:

"...Tell Qingheng Mountain,"

"He can't stay."

Fu Yaoye desperately escaped from Xuanzhen Temple with nowhere to go.

He didn't remember what he saw in Wugan Fu, but the attitude he saw at Xuanzhen Temple must be related to Qingheng Mountain.

He fell down in the night when the rain was pouring, and he could vaguely hear the sound of footsteps in the puddle.

They also came to hunt him down.

I don't want to run away anymore...

Qingheng Mountain has expelled him from the sect, where else can he go?

The rain mixed with blood flowed into his eyes, which hurt him so much.

What did he do wrong?

When Fu Yaoye opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in front of the familiar bamboo house——

It is his residence in Changhua Peak of Qingheng Mountain.

"Senior brother."

The voice that rang in his ears day and night suddenly became real.

Fu Yaoye turned his head, and saw the man in blue clothes and jade crown as usual, with a posture of a tree facing the wind:

"You have been in the mountain gate for three days, what are you not used to?"

Getting started for three days?

Fu Yaoye opened his eyes wide.

It took him a long time to react.

It turned out that he had been reborn.

Fu Yaoye licked his teeth, revealing a gentle - even somewhat docile smile.

Brother, I am not used to it, but there are too many.

Cold sweat oozed from Xiao Jianyuan's palms, he barely dodged Fu Yaoye's sword, and was horrified.

Falling clouds come out six times...

When did he learn this sword technique?

Xiao Jianyuan taught Fu Yaoye every move from the Qi training period, including the sword manual, which was carefully selected by Xiao Jianyuan.

Luoyun Liuchu is a sword technique created by Zhenren Yaozhen himself. Even a sword cultivator at the Jindan period can't use this sword technique. When will he...

The two fingers of Fu Yaoye's left hand were put together, the hair band fell off during the fight just now, and the black hair was scattered in a mess. Xiao Jianyuan seemed to see a faint black mist on his shoulder.

Or the afterimage of the black hair, because Fu Yaoye drew his sword quickly, and approached Xiao Jianyuan in an instant!

"when--"

Xiao Jianyuan hurriedly raised his hand to block back, Tian Shu bumped into Hai Jingjian's body and made a clanging sound.

Xiao Jianyuan only felt that the hand holding the sword went numb and almost lost strength.

This is not just being bewitched by the illusion.

At this moment, Fu Yaoye's sword energy was enveloping his cultivation base, and Xiao Jianyuan couldn't detect his current state for a while.

He gritted his teeth, took off his strength and backed away, avoiding Hai Jing's sharp sword on his back.

"Fu Yaoye, what are you crazy about!"

Fu Yaoye seemed to have listened, and he slowly lowered his sword-holding hand, his black hair covering most of his face:

"Are you asking me?"

His voice was already deep, but now he lowered his voice to ask questions, as if he was whispering affectionately to his lover.

Fu Yaoye seemed to chuckle, tilted his head, and brushed the black hair beside his ears: "I'm very confused,"

"Why didn't you just kill me?"

He raised his sword and said gloomily, "Do you hate me that much?!"

You are a senior brother, I respect you, respect you,

And you are going to do this for the sake of those false names and the position of sect master? !

There has been a thick mist in Wugan Fu for a long time, and Fu Yaoye's immaculate white clothes made the mist cloudy.

The sword moves forward, Luoyun Liuchu slowly takes shape, frost condenses on Haijing's sword body, and the icy sword energy strikes through the air!

The brown and black prayer beads were scattered on the ground, jumping around.

Wu Chen was still holding the broken rosary beads in his hand, and he barely had time to pick up the rosary beads that fell in the cave, so he frowned and said, "I can't wait for them any longer."

"The demonic energy is getting closer." Wuchen said, "We have to leave first."

Su Baimu didn't know how long he stayed in Wuganfu, why did he feel changed when he came out?

When did Moxiu get into the Xianmen sect, and why did they enter the realm of Yundu?

Has Qingheng Mountain been mixed with magic cultivators?

Su Baimu's mind was in a mess, and he asked, "Where shall we go first?"

Jin Chuliu said: "Continue to go south, the exit of Yundu Realm is about to open, we will find the exit and go out directly."

Wuchen closed his eyes and listened for a while, then said, "Go to the southeast first."

After the three decided to leave the cave, Su Baimu turned around and found Lu Ziyuan holding the painting scroll in a daze, wondering what she was thinking.

Su Baimu called her: "Ziyuan?"

"...Huh?" Lu Ziyuan raised her head, her almond eyes couldn't hide her panic.

Su Baimu sighed, walked over and touched her head: "We're leaving soon."

"Master and the elders can't get in touch with us, they will definitely be prepared, maybe they will wait for us outside the exit."

Su Baimu asked her to prepare a few talisman papers to hold in her hand for emergencies: "Then we will wait for you, Senior Brother Sheng, and the others to come out."

Lu Ziyuan bit her lip, suppressing the heat in her eyes.

She hugged the painting scroll in her arms tightly and nodded heavily: "Okay."

But when they got out of the cave and saw the light outside, they realized how serious the situation was.

The overwhelming demonic energy almost enveloped the entire forest in front of him, and the black energy almost turned into a solid body and pressed down on everyone.

Su Baimu saw some familiar Daoxiu school uniforms in Lin Jian: "...Is it Guangcheng Pavilion?"

"No." Wuchen shook his head slowly: "It should be a demon cultivator who got mixed into the Guangcheng Pavilion."

Those demon cultivators also saw them, and then looked around, and a thicker black mist suddenly appeared in the forest.

Wu Chen waved his hand and threw out the remaining rosary beads in his palm, hitting those demon cultivators, and then held the Demon Subduing Pestle in his palm.

Su Baimu stood in front of Jin Chuliu, turned his head and said, "You take Ziyuan and go first."

Jin Chuliu hesitated: "Brother Su..."

"We can still handle these few," Su Baimu said, "It will be hard to say if they provoke more magicians."

"After solving them, we will catch up with you."

Yan Baihu roared in a low voice, and Jin Chuliu said in a low voice, "Junior Sister Lu, let's go first."

Lu Ziyuan ran up holding the scroll, and Jin Chuliu ran in front of her, leaving Yan Baihu by her side.

Lu Ziyuan never remembered a time when she ran so fast.

Her parents were a couple of immortals who were praised by everyone in the comprehension world, but not long after she was born, her mother was murdered by a demon cultivator.

Although her father was serious and rigid, he disciplined her very strictly, but he gave her his only love.

She has been taken care of by her seniors in Qingheng Mountain, when did she meet these things?

Lu Ziyuan knew that she was in a mess right now, her face was covered with tears, and her bun had long since come loose.

Holding the heavy scroll tightly, she sniffed.

I really want to go back to Qingheng Mountain, I really miss my father...

Lu Ziyuan didn't pay attention, and suddenly tripped over the weeds under her feet.

Jin Chuliu turned his head quickly: "Junior Sister Lu!"

The moment Lu Ziyuan fell to the ground, she was still thinking about the painting scroll she had let go of: "...Senior Brother Sheng!"

Before the painting scroll landed, it was suddenly scratched by the sword light from inside and outside.

Lu Ziyuan stared blankly at the shattered pieces of drawing paper falling down one after another.

Jin Chuliu shouted: "Brother Sheng!"

Xiao Jianyuan clutched his waist and abdomen, and leaned on his sword to support his body. His forehead was covered with cold sweat. He was obviously injured, but he still smiled at them.

"Senior Brother Sheng..." Lu Ziyuan got up and called him in a startled voice, "Senior Brother Sheng! Who hurt you!"

She seemed to think of something, and her face suddenly changed: "Is it—"

Xiao Jianyuan waved his hand and interrupted her: "The exit of Yundu Realm will open tomorrow, and the location is Tongque Mountain..."

"Remember?"

Lu Ziyuan didn't know why her tears were falling more fiercely: "Senior Brother Sheng, what do you mean..."

"I..." Xiao Jianyuan was about to speak, but suddenly his expression changed, and he pushed her away abruptly.

Lu Ziyuan fell to the ground, feeling a chill on the side of her face, her eyes were about to be stabbed by the bright sword light when she turned her head: "Junior Brother Fu..."

Fu Yaoye indifferently turned his eyes away from the girl's face, and only stared closely at the person pointed at by the sword.

Lu Ziyuan only blinked her eyes, and the two people suddenly disappeared, leaving only fragments of scrolls on the ground.

She seemed to think that she was in a fantasy realm of nothing.