Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

The proprietress hid under the counter tremblingly, not daring to make a sound. The small inn was small, and when the demon cultivators turned their heads, they saw Xiao Jianyuan and Fu Yaoye sitting in the corner.

Standing at the front, Moxiu, who was dressed in black and robed, looked extremely thin and had a dove-shaped face. He looked the two of them up and down, and asked gloomily, "Daoxiu?"

Fu Yaoye didn't let go of his cultivation, and covered up the devil's breath well. Xiao Jianyuan turned his back to him, without turning his head, and asked calmly: "Exactly, what advice do you dare to ask?"

"Don't dare to advise," the other party said with a half-smile, "I didn't expect to meet Daoxiu here..."

Xiao Jianyuan paused when he heard the words, but his hand was already on Tianshu.

"Maybe you don't know the rules, and the visitors in the past have to pay something," the demon cultivator drew out the long knife behind his back, and said, "Leave your golden core today!"

After finishing speaking, the long knife approached the two of them!

Xiao Jianyuan dodged sideways, Hai Jing swung his sword horizontally to catch the long knife, and there was a buzzing sound.

Fu Yaoye's expression was uneasy, and he released coercion at random, and said in a cold voice: "Speak wild words!"

The demon cultivator was also shocked and stepped back a few steps, looked at him in surprise, and said in his tone, "Are you also a demon cultivator?"

Although what he said was the truth, Xiao Jianyuan didn't like this sentence very much.

Those demon cultivators were all skinny, with sunken cheeks and lingering black air; on the other hand, Fu Yaoye, with his imposing appearance, his brows, his eyes and his features are very beautiful...

How can I be confused with you!

Fu Yaoye, who had a picturesque appearance and an excellent appearance, frowned lightly, and slid his two fingers across Hai Jing's sword, mercilessly releasing his Golden Core stage cultivation, and Hai Jing condensed a layer of frost, wrapped in coercion Rush towards Moxiu!

The long sword was bright and imposing like a rainbow. Xiao Jianyuan's cultivation was not as good as Fu Yaoye's, but he felt that the sword was extremely fast, but the demon cultivator felt the strong killing intent contained in it. He was startled, but his eyes only Yu Jianguang hastily dodged sideways.

Fu Yaoye seemed to sneer, the sword stopped for a while, but instead of withdrawing the sword, he swung his backhand and slid horizontally in front of Mo Xiu's body, and the majestic sword energy immediately lifted him to the wall.

At the same time, the other demon cultivators also started, and Xiao Jianyuan quickly pulled out Tianshu to meet him.

Those demon cultivators kept saying that they wanted to take the golden pills of the two of them, so their realm must be higher than that of Xiao Jianyuan.Xiao Jianyuan struggled a little after the fight, he felt chills all over his body, and even his spiritual power was stagnant as if frozen.

Seeing that the demon cultivator's offensive became more and more fierce, Xiao Jianyuan gritted his teeth and mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, using his whole body's cultivation base, to condense the sword energy into wind, and cut directly at the demon cultivator's face!

And he was also forced to take a few steps back, his heels against the wall.

Fu Yaoye watched distractedly, frowning, but was tightly entangled by two demon cultivators.In the confusion, Xiao Jianyuan sensed someone approaching, and subconsciously clenched Tianshu tightly, but when he turned his head, he saw the proprietress of the inn crawled out from under the counter at some point, looking at him in horror.

Xiao Jianyuan had a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth, leaned on Tianshu and stood up with difficulty, and was about to ask her to stay away, when he suddenly saw the woman showing a weird smile.

He felt something was wrong, and was about to dodge, when suddenly his blood surged, his eyes went dark, and then he fell unconscious.

"when--"

The sword collided, Moxiu immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, and the knife in his hand was shaken off.

Fu Yaoye raised his eyes and looked around, his face was as cold as ice, and with a wave of his hand, the walls of this small inn were broken.

The red marks on his forehead were like blood, and his voice contained a strong killing intent: "Where is my senior brother?"

The demon cultivator braced his body and said in fear: "Devil... Demon Venerable, please gather the cultivators together."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword qi pierced his neck, leaving a deep wound, but only black air seeped out from the wound, but no blood was seen—he almost lost his body.

Fu Yaoye raised the sea mirror, expressionless, and suddenly asked: "The first thing to do is your right hand."

The demon cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then the bright sword light brushed past his face, cutting off his right arm unexpectedly!

He cried out in pain silently, before struggling a few times, he turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared.

Fu Yaoye wiped the blade of the sword in disgust, looked coldly at the remaining trembling demon cultivators, and said in a icy tone, "Lead the way."

There is not much description of Pingling Mountain in the original book, because Jiao Zhengqing was originally a character without a role in the show, and his lair, Pingling Mountain, has nothing to write about.

Xiao Jianyuan was escorted by others, and he took off the black cloth blindfolded only after entering the hall.

He opened his eyes and looked at the palace with the same decoration as Qingheng Mountain, and almost thought that he had returned to Qingheng Mountain.

It's just that there won't be a luxurious "Dragon Chair" in the main hall of Qingheng Mountain.

The people on the "Dragon Chair" sat lazily. Seeing Xiao Jianyuan who was escorted into the hall, he became a little interested and barely sat up straight.

The man was thin and thin, wearing a dark blue wide-sleeved gown, with a handsome appearance, and his voice was a little weak, and it sounded in the empty hall, as if adding 3D surround sound: "It's been a long time since I left the North Sea. .”

Xiao Jianyuan's frozen teeth were chattering, and he looked stubborn and unyielding despite being caught: "Are you Jiao Zhengqing?"

Jiao Zhengqing smiled slightly, stood up and went down the steps, and walked in front of him barefoot: "Not bad."

Xiao Jianyuan glanced at his feet, pinched his sleeves with his fingers, and asked the system: "Is he really not cold?"

Jiao Zhengqing's hair was untied, and his outer robe was loose, and he was not like a demon cultivator at all, let alone a demon venerable.

And the next second, he said to Xiao Jianyuan: "Or, you can also call me Master Uncle."

"..."

Jiao Zhengqing caught off guard and pulled Tian Shu out of Xiao Jianyuan's waist, and made a casual move to strike a sword.

He didn't inject any spiritual power, it was really like dancing a sword in the void, extremely casual; but what he used was indeed Qingheng Mountain's sword technique——

The clouds come out six times.

Jiao Zhengqing folded his body, returned Tianshu to the scabbard, and looked at Xiao Jianyuan's dazed look for a while, seeming extremely happy, and burst out laughing.

"Master, master uncle?" Xiao Jianyuan felt that his brain was not enough, and asked the system: "Isn't he the Demon Lord? Is the relationship in Qingheng Mountain so chaotic?"

The system beeped twice before replying slowly: "It's beyond the scope of the original work, no comment."

And the Mozun over there finally had enough of laughing, walked up the steps by himself, sat down on the extremely luxurious chair, raised his chin to look down at him, and said coldly: "Forget it, you and I are both Those who are expelled from the sect are not considered to be from the same sect."

His moodiness looks like a demon cultivator, Xiao Jianyuan sighed and said, "In that case, why did you bring me here?"

Jiao Zhengqing let out a "huh" and said again: "You've wronged me, I wanted to see your junior brother, but I didn't expect that those useless things would not be as good as a young man, so I brought you here first. La……"

Not as good as Fu Yaoye?Xiao Jianyuan was taken aback for a moment, recalling the cultivation level he had fought against them, he couldn't help asking: "Aren't they also at the Golden Core stage?"

"Those four people are indeed at the Golden Core stage," Jiao Zhengqing said, "But your good junior is not."

He looked at Xiao Jianyuan suspiciously, and asked, "Why, don't you know?"

"Oh, by the way," Jiao Zhengqing asked again, "I wanted to ask just now, don't you wonder why you are so afraid of the cold?"

His words couldn't help but made Xiao Jianyuan look up at him. Suddenly, the heavy gate of the palace was pushed open. Xiao Jianyuan paused, followed the sound and looked back, and saw Fu Yaoye coming from the backlight.

Pingling Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and there is a snowfield outside, and the sunlight is even more glaring; against the light, Fu Yaoye walked slowly in his own shadow, his face sinking like water.

He saw Xiao Jianyuan in the hall at a glance, and seemed to be relieved, but when he faced Jiao Zhengqing on the high platform, he showed a vigilant look.

Jiao Zhengqing smiled and waved his hand casually, "I finally invited you here."

On the empty white jade bricks in the hall, there were several dead bodies of birds. Whether they were ordinary white pigeons or black hawks made by demonic practitioners, they all had letter boxes tied to their legs and feet.Without exception, they were all coerced and had their necks cut off by spiritual energy.

Xiao Jianyuan suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Fu Yaoye.

And Fu Yaoye looked indifferent, looking up at Jiao Zhengqing.

Jiao Zhengqing sighed lightly, and with a wave of his sleeves, the dead bodies of those birds disappeared: "It's really not easy to invite you here, even the letters written by me are not open to read."

Fu Yaoye said coldly: "If you are sincere, why don't you come to me in person."

Jiao Zhengqing frowned slightly, seemed a little helpless, and sighed: "If I could really show up, I would have gone to you long ago."

He held an old oil lamp in his hand and played with it. In an instant, the hall was filled with countless ghost faces and shadows, exactly the same as before in the North Sea.

Under the strong devilish energy, Xiao Jianyuan felt cold all over his body, his palms were covered with cold sweat, and his ears were filled with the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, which made him have a splitting headache.

Fu Yaoye drew his sword out of its sheath and swung it out, but the sword intent failed to hit the ghost in front of him, instead it split a crack in the pillar in the hall.

The ghost shadow roared back again, retreated again, and merged with Jiao Zhengqing.

"As you can see, my physical body has not fully recovered." Jiao Zhengqing turned his head to look at the sword marks on the pillar, and said, "I said earlier that you are suitable for cultivating demons."

With a low voice, he looked at Fu Yaoye and laughed: "Back then you said 'heaven doesn't tolerate'..."

"But aren't you also a demon cultivator now? Didn't you also get kicked out by Qingheng Mountain?"

Xiao Jianyuan was terribly cold, the cold seemed to protrude from his bones, his hands and feet were almost stiff, and he heard Fu Yaoye beside him respond, "So what?"

"I'm not interested in what you want to do with Qingheng Mountain." Fu Yaoye looked at him coldly: "I will never be controlled by others!"

"Don't you want to raise another level?" Jiao Zhengqing's spiritual power surged, he asked, "You help me recover my physical body, and I can teach you all the exercises in this world,"

He said slowly, "It doesn't matter whether you want to be a demon cultivator or a sword cultivator."

Fu Yaoye didn't say a word, his eyes were full of blood, and he swept forward with the sea mirror in his hand.

Seeing his refusal so straightforwardly, Jiao Zhengqing didn't see any anger. He laughed loudly, turned the oil lamp into a hair pin to tie up his hair, and transformed a long sword out of thin air to meet him head-on.

Jiao Zhengqing was in the stage of transformation a hundred years ago, and now he has no physical body, but his realm does not seem to have dropped much; on the contrary, Fu Yaoye, who has fought against him several times without losing the slightest bit, unexpectedly managed to draw with him.

Xiao Jianyuan, who was watching from the sidelines, had stiff hands and feet, and when he saw the same swordsmanship between the two, his heart was even colder.

"Luoyun six out; Luo Xingjian; Qingyang Yitan..." Jiao Zhengqing knew these moves clearly, calling out each move accurately, and could find a flaw in each sword.

He only defended but didn't attack. After a few rounds, he seemed to have figured out Fu Yaoye's habit of using the sword, and began to press on step by step.

Fu Yaoye spun around to avoid his sword, then turned his wrist unexpectedly and swung the sword again.

This sword didn't use any exquisite swordsmanship, but it was extremely fast, wrapped in Ling Lie's sword intent, and pierced Jiao Zhengqing like a boat sinking.

The murderous aura rushed towards his face, but Jiao Zhengqing couldn't catch his sword. After dissipating most of the sword aura, he forcibly accepted it.

The whole hall was shaking in an instant, Xiao Jianyuan barely supported the wall, only to feel that his hands were a bit cooler than the white jade wall bricks.He raised his eyes and saw that the smoke and dust scattered on the high platform, and the figures of the two could not be distinguished for a moment.

Fu Yaoye's face was pale, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, then raised the back of his hand to wipe it off.The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a cold light flashed, and a sword suddenly hit Fu Yaoye's neck.

Fu Yaoye raised his head to avoid it, but his jaw was still cut by the sword energy, and his face was stained with blood, which was the same color as the red mark on his forehead.

At this moment, before Jiao Zhengqing's sword was fully used, Fu Yaoye pressed Hai Jing against his throat.

He gasped and said softly, "You lost."

Jiao Zhengqing smiled softly when he heard the words, and said, "Your senior brother, do you know what you have done?"

Fu Yaoye's expression changed, and just as he paused, something happened.

Jiao Zhengqing jumped up violently, flew towards Xiao Jianyuan, and thrust his hand towards his throat.

Fu Yaoye exclaimed in shock: "Senior brother!"

He wanted to stop Jiao Zhengqing, but it was too late.

Xiao Jianyuan was so stiff that he could barely move his body, he watched Jiao Zhengqing's pale palm approaching helplessly.

Just now, I even talked about it as my master uncle, so it's a killer...

He was about to close his eyes and wait for death, but his limbs moved uncontrollably.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, the wall behind Xiao Jianyuan was exploded by Jiao Zhengqing's palm, and his ears almost rang.

Xiao Jianyuan was brought here blindfolded, so he didn't see the face of Pingling Mountain at all, and he didn't know how high it was.

But he never expected that there is a bottomless ravine outside the palace!

Among the rocks flying in the sand, he was pushed backward by Jiao Zhengqing's majestic spiritual power and fell into a deep valley.

Xiao Jianyuan took one last look and saw Fu Yaoye rushing towards him, reaching out his hand.

The huge palace collapsed in an instant, and a cyan figure stood in midair, looking down at the abyss.

"My lord," a demon cultivator knelt at his feet and asked respectfully, "Do you still want to go after them?"

Jiao Zhengqing was covered in blood, his face was as pale as paper, and he was also seriously injured, but he still smiled and said, "No need."

"We finally came out from below, why do we have to go down?"

Jiao Zhengqing narrowed his eyes slightly, looked towards the snow field in the distance, and said in a hoarse voice, "We still have guests who haven't come."

Hearing the words, the demon cultivator leaned back as if he had received some instructions from his words.

The snow field is piled up with thick white snow, which has no other color at first glance, so pure that the sky and the earth are white.

Only on this mountain, Mozun was wearing a dark blue robe that was stained with blood, and the sleeves were flapping in the wind.

"I don't know who will come to Qingheng Mountain this time..."

He muttered to himself, his voice mingling with the sound of the wind.