Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

In front of the mountain gate of Qingheng Mountain, there is a majestic archway, on which hangs a plaque written by the first head of Qingheng Mountain.

The white marble stone pillars cracked, and the Luoyun sword, which was as thin as a fish intestine, fell to the ground like a piece of scrap iron.

The magic breath was constantly undulating on Jiao Zhengqing's body like tiny waves. He laughed a few times, raised the lamp in his hand, and said to himself: "Changying, I have already said that you cannot fly ..."

"Haven't you been cultivated by the devil you hate?" Jiao Zhengqing showed a strange smile, and sighed softly: "Forget it, if I can find Ji Yaozhen's tomb, maybe I can let the two of you be buried in it." one place."

He jumped over the Luoyun Sword on the ground, and was about to step up the bluestone steps, when he suddenly heard a sword roar coming through the air.

Jiao Zhengqing stretched out his hand and held Hai Jing's sword directly. The black magic breath in his hand was also wrapped around it. He tilted his head and smiled and said, "Oh? I thought you were with your senior brother in the Demon Abyss."

Fu Yaoye failed to hit with his sword, turned his hand back to withdraw the sword, took a few steps back, stood in front of the mountain gate holding the sword, and said in a flat tone, "After all, this is the place where you have stayed for hundreds of years, my senior brother does not want to live there. "

After being delayed on the road for a long time, when Fu Yaoye arrived, he saw Jiao Zhengqing who had faintly turned into a reality.He put his eyes on the oil lamp in Jiao Zhengqing's hand, and his eyes sank.

He had seen that lamp in the main hall of Pingling Mountain before, and he couldn't tell what kind of spiritual weapon it was, but when the wick was lit, the demonic aura surged, spreading around and entangled with the black mist on Jiao Zhengqing's body; This is to condense into a figure.

Jiao Zhengqing snorted, looked at Fu Yaoye and said: "Speaking of which, the deity and you still have a little fate. They came from Qingheng Mountain together, and they also betrayed the teacher because of cultivating demons. Now they are standing outside the gate of Qingheng Mountain..."

His smile did not fade, and he said: "Why don't you go up to the hall with me and leave a mark in the Qingheng Mountain's book?"

Fu Yaoye's eyes were dark red, he glanced at the oil lamp in Jiao Zhengqing's hand, and said calmly, "I rejected you in Pingling Mountain."

"I'm different from you," Fu Yaoye repeated again: "I'm not interested in what you want to do with Qingheng Mountain."

He suddenly stepped forward and swung his sword: "I will never be controlled by others!"

Jiao Zhengqing sighed, with a look of regret, he drew his sword out of its sheath: "Even in the stage of transformation, you can't beat me."

"You were not even born when this deity was cultivating demons." Jiao Zhengqing said quietly, "You have only a few years of skill, so you are so arrogant!"

Hai Jing was covered with a layer of frost, and suddenly confronted a blue light cold sword, the two swords interlaced, and a wave of trembling spiritual power was aroused under the impact of the magic breath, like a flood sweeping through, breaking the green pine near the mountain gate.

Fu Yaoye stepped back a few zhang, put the blade of the sword horizontally in front of him, his face was frosty and snowy.It was too late for him to stop, Jiao Zhengqing struck his sword again, and the surrounding demon energy suddenly arose, and he fell towards Fu Yaoye with overwhelming momentum.

Fu Yaoye raised his sword to block it, gritted his teeth to hold back the overwhelming demon breath, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips.His black hair fell loose, and he suddenly smiled, and said coldly: "When I was cultivating demons in my last life, you hadn't appeared yet!"

His eyes were red, the brilliance in his pupils flowed, and the red marks on his forehead flowed like fresh blood, adding a bit of demonic intent for no reason, and then a faint blue cold light burst out from the sea mirror, setting off a mighty sword energy!

Jiao Zhengqing's body was like floating clouds, and the sword energy wrapped in his cultivation at the stage of transforming gods immediately pierced into his body, almost breaking him apart for a moment.

When Fu Yaoye looked again, Jiao Zhengqing's figure was indeed much weaker.

"Wow," Jiao Zhengqing looked at him and laughed instead, "I really underestimated the younger generation."

He suddenly waved his sleeves, and the coercive pressure suddenly dropped, and the magic breath floated out unscrupulously, covering the sky and covering the sun, and collided fiercely with Fu Yaoye's magic breath, which immediately turned his face pale.

When Jiao Zhengqing was in his prime, he was on an equal footing with the three great powers of the transformation stage. Although he had been suppressed under Pingling Mountain for hundreds of years, he refined almost all the magic breath accumulated in the Moyuan for nearly a thousand years.

His oil lamp was floating in front of him, and the wick was burning silently. Fu Yaoye's heart felt cold, and he felt that his magic breath was constantly being lost.

"Perhaps you don't know why this deity can surpass the Demon Lord as soon as he cultivates the devil."

Jiao Zhengqing looked at him with a faint smile, melted the oil lamp into his soul, and said slowly: "The demon cultivator respects the strong, and this deity has the ability to use the demon's breath for his own use."

"Spirit already has a magic weapon, but now it's just missing a body." He laughed and raised his arm, pointing the sword in his hand at Fu Yaoye: "Use yours first."

Not only the magic breath was lost in Fu Yaoye's body, but also the spiritual power disappeared. If the spiritual power is completely lost...

There was no pain on Fu Yaoye's face, he gritted his teeth and forcibly grabbed the hilt of the sword, looking up at Jiao Zhengqing.

Suddenly, a piece of blue sleeves blocked his sight, Fu Yaoye's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared blankly at the person standing in front of him.

The accident happened so fast, Jiao Zhengqing never expected that there would be people willing to enter the realm of the magic breath at this time, and the sword had already pierced Xiao Jianyuan's heart.

"You, the system... sent it, what a good time." Xiao Jianyuan was so painful that he almost fainted, but at this moment he still tried his best to stab Tianshu forward.

Jiao Zhengqing looked coldly at the blade of the sword piercing through his heart, Tianshu's sword had already reached the wick in his heart.

Jiao Zhengqing's expression kept changing, and then, the sword in Xiao Jianyuan's heart was suddenly pulled out, and he fell backwards in pain.

Fu Yaoye hurriedly caught him, helplessly covering his bleeding wound: "Senior brother?"

"You have already reached the stage of transformation..." Xiao Jianyuan looked up at him, and when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out uncontrollably, so he could only speak to the system in his mind, "Okay, now the protagonist is not dead, It's me who should hang up..."

System: [Drip!The task has not been completed yet, please continue the task. 】

System: [Taskers, please cherish your time. If your life stops, you will be forced to log out of the mission world. ]

"Senior brother..." Xiao Jianyuan was stabbed in the heart, and the blood flowed more and more. Fu Yaoye opened his mouth, but there was no sound in his throat, tears fell on Xiao Jianyuan's face one after another .

"I won't let you wait for a while," Xiao Jianyuan forced a smile, and said softly, "I said I would go to accompany you."

"I know," Fu Yaoye's hand on his wound was covered with greasy and warm liquid, almost soaking his sleeves, his throat was dry, and he whispered: "I was wrong, I must be fine Listen to your brother."

Xiao Jianyuan felt that his spiritual power was rapidly dissipating, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

Why are you crying again, Xiao Jianyuan thought to himself, can he look like a protagonist at such a grown-up person; what is wrong with me, the person who harmed you in the last life hasn't apologized to you...

When he was about to close his eyes in pain, Fu Yaoye suddenly lost his spiritual power to him, and his voice trembled: "Gather Qi! Brother, brother, please move..."

Xiao Jianyuan felt that the wound was blocked by a ball of spiritual energy in his heart, and the pain was not so strong, but he felt that he was going to be pissed off by the protagonist: "Do you not want to live anymore!"

Fu Yaoye had been sucked away a lot of magic breath and spiritual energy, and at this moment, he recklessly sent spiritual power to Xiao Jianyuan, and he couldn't hold on for long.

Why are you standing in front of me again?Fu Yaoye lowered his head and rubbed the forehead of the person in his arms, he didn't dare to count how many times his senior brother had stood in front of him.

I obviously live a new life, I have reached the stage of transformation...

Is this not enough?

Xiao Jianyuan raised his hand with difficulty: "Don't bother."

He refused to accept Fu Yaoye's spiritual power, and insisted: "...you want to ascend."

System: [There are still 10 minutes before leaving. 】

"I don't want... I won't ascend, you said you want to accompany me."

"You lied to me! You said...you can't leave me behind."

He whispered: "Brother, I have already lived a new life, so please feel sorry for me."

Xiao Jianyuan only felt his heart tremble, and it really hurt even more.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise."

Jiao Zhengqing was wounded by the sword, and his spiritual power was turbulent. After a few breaths, he adjusted, looked at Fu Yaoye and Fu Yaoye with a sneer, raised his hand and patted Fu Yaoye's back.

Master Mu Gui just happened to encounter this scene when he went down to the mountain gate, and exclaimed in surprise, "Fu Yaoye!"

Fu Yaoye also noticed it, but he refused to let go of Xiao Jianyuan at all, so he just accepted the palm.

The profound spiritual transformation stage came from behind him, and Fu Yaoye could no longer mobilize the excess spiritual power in his body. The magic breath penetrated his body and exploded in his body, almost tearing his meridians, heart and lungs. tear up together.

Fu Yaoye groaned, fell to the ground, and hugged Xiao Jianyuan, who had his eyes closed tightly, in his arms.

Jiao Zhengqing's face was constantly changing between the virtual and the real, and the demonic energy scattered, almost covering the plaque on the mountain gate.

He was so angry that he poured out the coercion, and his figure floated in front of Fu Yaoye: "Ascension? It's up to you?"

When Fu Yaoye lowered his head, he saw Xiao Jianyuan's pale face.

Why did senior brother leave me again?

It's clearly agreed that you will accompany me wherever you go.

His eyes were red, and he moved his fingers slightly.

If he dies, will he live another life?

Will I meet my brother again?

...No, brother can't die.

The scattered magic breath seemed to suddenly find its home, penetrated Jiao Zhengqing's figure, and then melted into Fu Yaoye's body.

The art of bringing the dead back to life is not something that can be done in the transformation stage.

Fu Yaoye reached out and held Hai Jing.

He had to break through to save his brother.

"when--"

The bell rang suddenly, Master Mu Gui stopped and turned around in astonishment, only to find that the sound was not the bell of Qingheng Mountain at all.

The spiritual energy of the trees in front of the Qingheng Mountain gate rushed to Fu Yaoye's body along with the scattered devil energy, reshaping his meridians and dantian.

——That is a strange sight that can only be seen in the realm of the transformation of the gods.

The sound was deafening and deafening, resounding through the world, like a shocking sound, which made the aura of all things suddenly clear, the phoenix and the bird twittered, and the rivers and rivers were turbulent without stopping.

Master Mu Gui suddenly remembered that before Master Yao Zhen ascended, everything was singing together.

Fu Yao got up at night, Hai Jing flew into his hand, the lingering clear light washed the sword body like heavenly water, the sword hummed, and the Luoyun sword on the shaking ground also hummed.

The blood on the sword repair robe in white was still wet, his brows and eyes were cold, and his sword hand was like a rainbow.

Jiao Zhengqing's figure was like a cloud of gray mist shadow in the sword intent under the ten thousand jun, with Hai Jing on one side, a layer of frost and snow condensed on the whole body of the sword, with thousands of layers of swords stirring up thousands of air currents, Stab at the oil lamp hidden by Jiao Zhengqing.

Standing at the foot of the mountain gate in a daze, Master Mu Gui seemed to hear the roar of the Demon Lord, as if he was unwilling to do so hundreds of years ago.

But he never got another chance.

The sword intent is like freezing cold, the old and simple oil lamp is first condensed into ice, and then disappears invisible in the body of the demon king who turns into the billowing magic breath.

Between the mountain gate of Qingheng Mountain shrouded in demon energy, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the sun was shining brightly. At this moment, Master Mu Gui saw that the stone steps and thousands of trees of the mountain gate were covered with a layer of frost and snow.

A sword of frost fell to Kyushu.