Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

The depths of the Northwest are almost barren, the snowfield glaciers are covered with snow that never melts all year round, and Pingling Mountain is just at the corner of the iceberg, it seems to be mixed with the snowfield, but it is surrounded by extremely uncomfortable Strong magic energy.

"Is that Pingling Mountain?"

"Why is there no movement at all?"

"Will the Demon Cultivator lay an ambush waiting for us?"

"Has the Canglan Sect come yet?"

"..."

Zhong Yurong led Su Baimu to stand outside, watching them quarreling with cold eyes, clearly yelling that Kuang Fuzheng wanted to get rid of demons, but now he almost reached the foot of Pingling Mountain, and stopped in a very tacit understanding not before.

Su Baimu stood beside Zhong Yurong, rarely saying a word.

He was present at the Xianmeng meeting and saw that all the sects were filled with righteous indignation and condemned the demon cultivator. Some people were even furious over Lu Mengsheng's death. When discussing about getting rid of the demon, many sects found many reasons to protect themselves.

It's fine if it's a small and unknown sect, but along the way, Su Baimu didn't see anyone from the Canglan sect.

In the past, the Canglan Sect had gained a lot of limelight with the only full-sword cultivating sect in the comprehension world. Now Qingheng Mountain has lost an elder of the transformation stage, and there have been incidents of disciples cultivating demons. Although the background is still there, it is inevitable There will be gossip.

Zhong Yurong had already told Su Baimu before setting off to avoid communicating with other sects and never leave her.At this time, he was standing beside Zhong Yurong, staring at the vast and boundless snow field in the distance, lost in thought for a moment.

"Fairy Zhong," a Daoist noticed them and came over and asked, "Why hasn't this member of the Canglan Sect arrived yet?"

Su Baimu saw a delicate Daoist text embroidered with gold thread on his clothes, and recognized it as the logo of Ling Xiaozong.

Zhong Yurong said calmly: "How do I know?"

The members of the Lingxiao Sect choked, and laughed again: "We are discussing how to conquer Pingling Mountain, what advice does Fairy Zhong have?"

Zhong Yurong really didn't want to quarrel outside the Demon Cultivation Base Camp, but he couldn't hide his temper. He glanced at the enchantment opened on the snow and found that the heads or elders of all sects were among them. He couldn't help but wondered: " Do you still need to prevent someone from eavesdropping? If so, what are you doing with your disciples?"

Su Baimu followed her gaze and saw that the other disciples were staying beside the barrier.

Originally, there were very few sects who were willing to enter the northwest, but now there are only a dozen or so sects who have come here, and they are all leading disciples.

Su Baimu couldn't help thinking of Xiao Jianyuan.

The elder of Ling Xiaozong was speechless by Zhong Yurong, and angrily flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

Suddenly there was a sword cry, and everyone looked up, and saw several people coming with their swords riding the wind.

It was the Canglan Sword Sect.

"It's Master He Guang!"

Zhong Yurong just looked up, then lowered her head without interest, Su Baimu heard her whisper: "So flamboyant..."

But before the Canglan Sect's people landed, Zhong Yurong felt something keenly, stretched out his hand to stop Su Baimu, and shouted: "Back!"

Suddenly the wind picked up, and a little snowflake fell on Su Baimu's face. The cold touch made him tremble all over.

Master He Guang cut through the hurricane with his sword out of thin air, but split it in two, and stormed towards everyone with snow and ice!

In the snow and dust all over the sky, Zhong Yurong flicked the long piano, and the seemingly weak and delicate melody under the ten fingers exploded.

All the immortal sects quickly adjusted in this gap, formed formations, and sacrificed various natal magic weapons.

Su Baimu's body was shrouded in a light blue halo, and the vines growing under his feet protected him and Zhong Yurong together.

"You just need to protect yourself," Zhong Yurong said hastily, pointing fingers nonstop, "This is not the place you should have come to. I don't know why your master intends to force you to come...you find a time to go back by yourself."

"Elder!" Su Baimu was shocked when he heard the words, and he said quickly, "You... As a disciple of Qingheng Mountain, how could I leave behind the elders of the sect and escape!"

Before the wind and snow cleared, the demon cultivator in the chaos did not know when to mix in, like a dry bone, spreading the black air in the snow.

Zhong Yurong had long since lost her dignified and beautiful appearance on Qingheng Mountain. Su Baimu was close to her, and seemed to hear her say some indecent words: "...Your golden core has just formed, what use is it here, step back!"

Although Su Baimu has just formed the Golden Core, looking at other sects, there are very few chief disciples who have reached the Golden Core stage.He pursed his lips and poured spiritual power into the plant again.

Soon, a layer of frost condensed on the green vines, once they were hit by the magic energy, they would collapse.Su Baimu gritted his teeth and insisted, and fed himself a elixir.

Zhong Yurong glanced at him distractedly, and suddenly stood up holding the piano with his left hand, and plucked the strings with his right, turning the sound of the piano into waves and rushing towards Moxiu.

The sound of the piano was as sharp as a sword, and Moxiu who was hit roared angrily, his voice hoarse.

"..."Shocking Strings", I haven't heard it for a long time..."

Su Baimu thought he was hallucinating, but he noticed that Zhong Yurong beside him was unstable, and the sound of the piano suddenly became chaotic.

Su Baimu was startled, and quickly supported her: "Elder!"

"I'm fine." Zhong Yurong's face was calm, but his forehead was covered with sweat in this world of ice and snow.

It wasn't Su Baimu's auditory hallucinations, many immortals also heard this voice:

"...Yes, who is talking?"

Elder Ling Xiaozong's expression changed: "It's Jiao Zhengqing!"

"Hehehe..."

The deep and hoarse laughter was mixed with the humming wind, and Su Baimu finally realized that the voice was familiar—on the North Sea Realm, in front of the entrance of the Cloud Crossing Realm, it was Jiao Zhengqing who stopped them.

He casually wiped the snow water off his face and let go of his spiritual power.

"I heard that you came to look for this deity under the banner of 'eliminating demons'?"

Jiao Zhengqing didn't show up, but his voice really came to everyone's ears: "Stand up and let me see, which sect has such courage!"

The sound of the zither gradually became weaker, and it was no longer as fierce as the original killing spirit. Zhong Yurong only felt the heavy pressure descending, making her body stiff.

Why?She gritted her teeth, swept the strings, and played "Shocking Strings" again.

They are all in the stage of transforming gods, so is the gap that big?

...Even so, why didn't you ascend? !

A few clangs of the piano seemed to attract the Demon Lord, and the crying ghost face and ghost figure suddenly rose up!

Su Baimu stepped forward again, a light blue halo shrouded Zhong Yurong, barely protecting her, and the sharp branches and leaves of the vine pierced through the ghost shadow.

"Why is no one talking?" Jiao Zhengqing laughed and said, "Then this deity just... asked each of them."

In the violent wind and turbulent snow, all the immortal sects were wrestling with Moxiu and ghosts, and they were all shocked when they heard this statement.

Su Baimu's breathing stopped suddenly, and the light blue barrier turned into spiritual power and dissipated with a crackling sound, and he was also overturned in the snow.

Zhong Yurong shouted in shock: "Bermu!"

A thin and thin man wearing a dark blue coat suddenly appeared in front of Su Baimu, and the coercion of the transformation stage made him unable to move.

At that moment, Su Baimu thought that he was going to die, but he didn't have much fear in his heart. All kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind: Xiao Jianyuan who didn't know where to go, the undried medicinal materials left in Changchuan Peak, the demon king It turned out to be like this...

"Ah, I found out," Jiao Zhengqing chuckled, reaching out and grabbing a man's collar, "It turns out that there are such cowardly people in Zhengdao."

Su Baimu took a closer look and found that the man was actually Zhuang Han.

When the sudden change happened, Su Baimu and Zhong Yurong were standing at the back without moving; but shouldn't Zhuang Han follow the Canglan faction and stand at the front when the sword fell?

when is he here?

Jiao Zhengqing didn't know about this, but he had excellent eyesight, and he happened to see a person in the snow and dust, who seemed to want Yujian to leave in a hurry.

Jiao Zhengqing didn't have a complete penis yet, he looked like a spirit body in vain, even holding Zhuang Han's collar seemed to be piercing his clothes.

He didn't seem to like seeing his hands like this, and when he met Zhuang Han's eyes, he smiled kindly at him: "Which school are you a disciple?"

Su Baimu didn't know why he cared so much about the school's name, Zhuang Han was grabbed by his collar, and the pressure was even heavier, with a terrified face, he could hardly speak.

Just as Zhong Yurong couldn't understand the Canglan Sect's flamboyant appearance, Zhuang Han's sword robe was embroidered with delicate and meticulous Daoist texts with gold thread, for fear that others would not see that he was the chief disciple of the Canglan Sect.Sure enough, Jiao Zhengqing looked at the Dao pattern embroidered on his clothes very patiently, and guessed it himself: "It turns out to be the sword cultivator of the Canglan Sect."

Zhuang Han struggled to speak: "You, why don't you let me go, let's have a fair fight!"

Jiao Zhengqing sneered disdainfully, and said: "If your master is in front of this deity, I'm afraid you won't be qualified to compete with this deity."

"Zhuang Han!"

Someone finally noticed what was going on here, Master He Guang rushed forward angrily, and pierced Jiao Zhengqing's back with his sword.

Mozun paused, and looked down at the point of the sword piercing his abdomen.

He laughed back in anger, waved his sleeves, and threw Master He Guang out.

"Oh, the Canglan faction is still so arrogant!"

Jiao Zhengqing's eyes were red, and he put his five fingers together, turning them into sharp claws and clasping them on Zhuang Han's chest.

"Hey..." Zhuang struggled painfully, but within a few breaths, his body quickly turned into dry wood.

It's like being drained of spiritual power and exhausted.

Su Baimu watched the horrific skeleton being thrown on the snow without any traces.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he met the dark red pupils of the Mozun.

"Zheng-"

Several strings of the piano suddenly broke, and Zhong Yurong's fingertips burst into wounds. She stood up against the pressure and stood in front of Su Baimu.

Jiao Zhengqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and after noticing the broken Guqin in her hand, he looked at the two of them again, with a smile in his voice, and his tone was unclear: "Why did you two come to Qingheng Mountain?"

Zhong Yurong's hair was disheveled, and the hand that plucked the piano trembled slightly, and in the next second, the Guqin was taken away from his arms.

She opened her eyes wide, watching Jiao Zhengqing plucking the broken string with great interest: "I remember someone played a good piano, but it turned out..."

He stared at Zhong Yurong's embarrassed face, and suddenly his face darkened. He stretched out his hand to hold the blade of a sword, and said solemnly: "It's really in the way!"