Drink Cang Records

On the underground swamp, an old man with a mustache continued to feed a bucket-sized green-haired female spider with a gloomy expression. This spider was the female spider of the thousands of Hell Demon Spiders. The faint spider silk, the spider silk is divided into eight parts, and eight parts are divided into sixteen. It is in the shape of a funnel and almost covers the entire gap in the ground seam.

The bearded old man's expression suddenly changed, revealing a thoughtful look.

"Elder Sun, what's the matter?"

"...Maybe it's because of the lack of spiritual power, some of the spiders just made a commotion."

Another old man next to him said: "Now is the critical time for the young master's bloodline to be verified. Although these juniors are low in cultivation, if there are too many, they will be difficult to deal with. Even if they take some high-level elixirs, they must persevere. "

The bearded old man nodded and said yes, and slapped the storage bag, and a jade box flew out. Inside the jade box, a jasper-like elixir lay in it, emitting a fragrance like the forest trees in the mountains.Pain flashed in the eyes of the bearded old man, and he quickly swallowed it. The jasper elixir turned into a cool aura in the body and spread to the limbs and veins, and the tired look on the bearded old man's face disappeared. .

As soon as the bearded old man regained his energy, his eyes gleamed brightly, and he looked coldly at a young man with a sword with an indifferent face tens of feet away.

"Young stele, this place is predestined to be the young master of Longque Terrace. Are you doing this because you want to bring a group of casual cultivators to declare war on my Longque Terrace? Even your lord is on the same level as the master of Longque Terrace." Hand in. Today I will not avoid your offense, leave quickly and I will not pursue it."

This young man was dressed in white, with clear eyebrows, looking around, with a temperament as sharp as a cold light sword blade, he was besieging the four Nascent Souls all by himself, without showing any signs of timidity, instead he raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "That trash of Long Ying, even if he gets any chance, it's a waste. You, Longquetai, show off your power to the inner world, but I, Taihuang Sword Sect, don't accept this kind of trick."

"A fallen sword sect, even if its strength is not bad now, and its incense is weak now, it will be difficult to regain its prestige in the ancient times. You just gave birth to a Nascent Soul, so do you want to fall into this water mysterious domain? Think clearly, you only have one life, you If it falls, the Taihuang Sword Sect will be on the verge of extinction in the future!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the young man calling the deserted stele, and he said coldly: "The way of sword cultivator is to move forward. If I take a step back today, I can hardly be called a sword cultivator! I will let you witness whether the sword cultivator surpasses the level and kills the high-ranking ones!" It's a rumor!"

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"... No wonder there are so few sword cultivators now. Probably in their view, a man who hits the south wall with a broken head and blood is not a man, and he is a hero if he runs through it." Yue Qinglong hid behind a dead tree and held his breath , said in amazement. "However, the Miaozi of the Taihuang Sword Sect has already attained the Nascent Soul cultivation level at such a young age. Looking at Tianhuang, besides the young master of the Shang Sangong, he can also be regarded as the proud son of the heavens."

"..."

Mu Qingyang didn't express any opinion, just squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the young man through the gaps between dead branches and fallen leaves. From his point of view, the young man's brows exuded a dead air faintly.

He had seen this kind of dead air on Madam Xin's face before, but Madam Xin was a mortal, and that dead air was just the natural dead air of Shou Yuan.After thinking about it for a while, the most comparable one is Ye Qiukuang.

If you look at it with concentration, the dead air between Ye Qiukuang's eyebrows has accumulated since Mu Qingyang could remember, to the point where he seems to have entered the [-]th floor of hell at a glance. It's just that he loves to risk his life in the way of practice, for the sake of his daughter. It is commonplace to stroke a tiger's beard with color, and grabbing treasures from the tiger's mouth is even more of his passion.However, if he dared to do this, he relied on the contract. If it were someone else who did this, it would be difficult to survive.

"This young man is in danger of dying today."

Hearing what he said, Yue Qinglong asked, "A shot?"

"No, the way of swordsmanship can only be broken through by constantly surpassing oneself and breaking free from the fate of death. If you make a move now, you may not win his favor."

Yue Qinglong was silent for a moment, recalling the memories of her previous life, she had never heard of the name of the deserted stele among the famous people in troubled times, and she presumably fell early, and said helplessly: "You are right, sword cultivators walk alone. Very easy to break, in their eyes, life and death are never a matter of consideration

quantity. "

...Is life and death not a consideration?

A strange look flashed across Mu Qingyang's eyes, and he looked at the young swordsman with a slight hesitation and a hint of determination in his gaze, then slowly lowered his eyes, and whispered to himself.

"Then it can't be wasted..."

While muttering, the four Nascent Soul elders exchanged glances with each other hundreds of feet away. Except for the old man who manipulated the spider web barrier, the other three moved and rushed out in an instant, and the colossal pressure of the three late Nascent Soul Like a thousand-weight hammer, he slammed down on the young sword cultivator, and then an old man in the middle pressed his palm forward, a thick green and black air suddenly radiated, and there was a roar of ghosts.

"Conquer the soul?!"

Huang Bei's eyes were dignified, but he didn't back down halfway, allowing the three oppressive auras of body protection to press out tiny cracks.Eyes fixed, both hands pointing together to form a sword, and swiped forward.

"Three tactics of Taihuang... Reverse!"

The coldness of the sword light was reflected in the eyes, and the wind on the ground seemed to stand still for a moment, as if something dangerous flew by in the void, and the human consciousness was cut in half in an instant.

As soon as the sword light slashed, there was a short scream of ghosts, the old man had no time to react, he only moved half of his body suddenly, the palm of his hand was splashed with blood for an instant, and four fingers were cut off by the sword!

"You turned out to be the enlightener of the Taihuang Three Art! Could it be that you have the qualifications to compete for the reserve position?!"

The boy's desolate stele did not talk nonsense, he tapped three sword fingers in a row, and suddenly three invisible sword lights attacked, and the other two old men who had cultivated to Yuanying were not easy to deal with. The red blade made a burning sound as soon as it came out, it blatantly hit the sword light, and the spiritual power wave suddenly exploded.With a flick of the red blade, there was a buzzing sound, the aura dimmed slightly, and the tip of the blade struck towards the back of the deserted stele as soon as it turned.

"Although this son's attack is amazing, all sword cultivators have the same weakness!"

The eyes of the old man who released the crimson blade flashed, and he slapped the ground at the same time. Countless yellowish ground thorns rolled like earth dragons, and countless earthen arrows wrapped in yellowish light rushed towards the barren monument.

Under the intensive attack, the aura around Huangbei quickly dimmed, but his eyes did not waver in the slightest.

"Junior! If you retreat now, I won't care about it with you Taihuang Sword Sect! Your body armor will be breached within ten breaths at most. If you die in the secret realm, even your sect will not be held accountable!"

If it was an ordinary person, he would have retreated in this life-threatening crisis, but Huangbei did not move at all, and said coldly: "Ten breaths, enough for me to kill you."

As soon as the words fell, there was a strange light between Huangbei's eyebrows. In the strange light, a long sword that was roughly cut like ice jade swept out. A bloodline like a sleeping snake.

"A high-grade Yuanling sword?!"

A sword cultivator condenses his soul into a sword, and the sword is life, and it will not be transformed into a sword shape until the Nascent Soul, this is the strongest sword weapon of the sword cultivator!

The old man who had his four fingers cut off was wrapped in layers of ghosts, his eyes were gloomy and he said: "This son formed a high-grade Yuanling sword. If this son is given time to grow, he may have a trace of Taihuang Yuan in the future." The possibility of the divine sword, with the protection of the Taihuang Sword Sect by the Confucianism, will become a serious disaster in the future! Why don't you try to tear yourself apart with the Taihuang Sword Sect, so as to avoid future troubles!"

The eyes of the old man who released the red blade flashed, and he sneered: "But it doesn't have to be like this... The life talisman can only show the face of the person who finally killed him. On him, Elder Sun has received supernatural powers, so naturally there will be little dogs to bully him, this tiger."

"Good strategy! It is indeed the person that the suzerain likes."

The minds of the three old monsters changed, the old man seemed to be unable to resist the sword light coming towards his face, the spiritual light on his body surface was broken layer by layer, and he was hit by a sword energy in the center, and immediately spurted a big mouthful of blood, Nascent Soul rushed out one by one , Fleeing away in panic.

"Where to run?!" Huang Bei's eyes narrowed, and Yuan Ling sword came out and slashed down, but it disappeared in an instant as if he had been split into a swamp.

Huang Bei's expression changed: "Fake Nascent Soul?!"

"Junior! The old man may not be your opponent in a single fight, but it's a pity that you fight too little!" The old man's sluggish body suddenly straightened up, and he pressed his palm on the back of the Zhonghuang Monument. The ghost and resentment poured in continuously, corroding the barren stele into a fragile Nascent Soul that had just been condensed for two days.

The other old man was ready to intercept the Nascent Soul's out of body to prevent him from escaping. Suddenly he saw Huangbei vomited blood and did not choose to flee, and a sense of crisis came to his heart.

"Oops! He didn't choose to realize the sword at this time to break through the bottleneck?!"

However, it was too late to stop the old man who was obsessed with souls at this time. The old man was preparing to build a deserted stele with a ferocious face in between. Suddenly, countless empty sword qi burst out of the deserted stele like a violent wind. His face was pale, together with Nascent Soul was beheaded to death together.

The other old man retreated tens of feet in an instant, with a horrified expression on his face.

"Crazy! Sword repairers are all crazy!"

Huang Bei was dressed in white clothes as if blood-stained, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with black blood. When he closed his eyes, something golden flashed on his chest, and a golden light flew out and fell into the center of his brows. Ming, the aura on his body is also rising steadily, approaching the middle stage of Nascent Soul all the way.However, just as he was about to suppress the pressure of resentment and kill the old man, a cold snort came from a crack in the void in the distance.

"Jiangzong junior, arrogant!"

This cold snort came down suddenly with the coercion of a hundred thousand mountains, and Huangbei spurted a big mouthful of blood from the sword realm of enlightenment, and passed out completely.Together with Mu Qingyang, who had released his mental power, he also opened his eyes suddenly.

"The coercion of the indescribable realm that is still above Huashen... must not come in person, otherwise the spiritual power will definitely collapse."

Yue Qinglong was also affected by this coercion, but she was cultivated and shrouded in spiritual power, her face only turned pale and then she recovered, she turned her head to look at Mu Qingyang who was frowning and said: "Dragon The Sect Master of Que Terrace has always loved Long Ying, most likely because he descended on his son. However, if the sword cultivator's comprehension is interrupted, he may have no way out."

Mu Qing looked up intently, the old man turned his head towards the existence in the void with a frightened expression, then hesitantly looked at the desolate monument on the ground with his eyes closed and his breath gradually disappearing, and entered the crack together with the old man who let out a spider web among.

Losing the controller, the barrier of black mist in the air slowly dissipated. Mu Qing looked up at the sky and took a step forward. The mental power shrouded the spiritual consciousness of the monk who broke through the spider web and rushed out from above. He only took a look at the deserted monument , suddenly the body of the deserted stele blurred, and turned into a fist-sized golden Yunni coat of arms, which was different from the emblem of the Jiuque Tiangong, but a faint aura of darkness emanated from the dim gold, A faint band of light is wrapped around the seal, and four characters are engraved on it—Jiu Jun Chu Yin.

"The reserve seal..." Yue Qinglong's eyes froze, and he suddenly retracted the hand that was about to reach out, and said with excitement in his eyes: "This kid is so confused, he has the reserve seal and doesn't recognize the owner! Hurry up Take it! With the storage seal, it is equivalent to an extra life!"

"It seems to be of some use." Nodding between his eyebrows, Mu Qing looked back, blood was floating in the air, and some flesh and blood or fragments of magic weapons fell from time to time, and those hundreds of monks who were still looking at the air with evil spirits were reflected in their eyes. As soon as they left the darkness, they saw the cracks in the distance at a glance, their expressions were overjoyed, and the light flashed into the cracks one after another.

"Let's go, the main course is about to be served."

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This is a sea of ​​gray mist, as if in a strange space above the clouds of the night, there are dilapidated buildings of various sizes floating here, but upon closer inspection it seems to be some ancient altars.

"Why...why isn't it enough?!" Long Ying looked ferocious, two thumb-thick blood lines spread from his arms, and slowly drew a strange pattern on the broken door of the largest altar in the void, but that The blood color seems to be very thin, and the outlines are always very blurred, as if it will disappear when the wind blows.

"Stop arrogance and impetuosity." A blue-gold phantom appeared behind Long Ying. He could vaguely see a calm figure. Bloodline, but after all, the bloodline of the ancient gods has been lost too much so far, you will have greater confidence in seeking the ancient seal of Shenyuan after you have stabilized your cultivation after conceiving a baby."

As soon as the voice came out, several Nascent Soul Elders who were protecting the Dharma all lowered their eyebrows, but seeing the ferocious expression on the young master's face, his heart trembled, for fear of offending the suzerain.

Long Ying lost a lot of essence and blood, and his face was already as white as snow. Hearing what his father said, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He slapped the storage bag, and a wax pellet flew out. The wax coat peeled off, revealing a blood-colored pill. Long Ying didn't wait for his father to stop him, after swallowing it in one gulp, his complexion improved a lot.

"Father, if I don't even dare to fight Xiao Yi in this battle for the crown prince, how can I talk about challenging Shao Zun a hundred years later? Xiao Yi, Shao Zun and their son were also called geniuses when they were young. Now one of them has a self-locked cultivation base and has the possibility of inheriting the assistant venerable, and the other is a disciple of Confucian venerable, and is the number one reserve in the Heavenly Palace! How can my son be reconciled?!"

The phantom sighed vaguely, looked at his son full of jealousy, and said: "You care too much about winning or losing for a while... If you plan for your father, at most 300 years, there is nothing in this world that you can't want thing."

"A father doesn't need to use those things to comfort his son, how can a precious beauty compare to the wonderful taste of power!"

"...Maybe you are right, young people always have an enviable drive." The phantom shook his head, and slowly faded away, silently watching Long Ying stabbing his arm again, with traces of blood in the gurgling blood. The golden soft light vaguely gives people an inexplicable sense of sacredness.

The strands of golden light poured into the pattern of the empty door, and the remnant door on the altar trembled suddenly, and Long Ying's eyes showed fanaticism.

"My mother's family is a descendant of the gods, inherited from the feathers of the three gods under the knees of the father god. If the blood of the ancient gods is so thin today, who else in the world is qualified to compete with me for the ancient seal of Shenyuan?! Open it to me! "

While the broken door was slowly opening, an indescribable ancient atmosphere overflowed from inside, as if a wild and ferocious beast was slowly waking up.

At the same time, Long Ying heard the sound of approaching from a distance, presumably the large group of casual cultivators also felt this wild atmosphere, and they were coming one after another to try their luck.

"...a group of mobs." He snorted coldly, and several Yuanying elders surrounding him nodded and dispersed, and the powerful pressure belonging to Yuanying suddenly descended.

"Life can be saved a hundred steps away! Junior, weigh your own life!"

Those casual cultivators who came here due to the riot of vitality in the world were shocked by the scene before them before putting away the greedy look on their faces.

As we all know, Xinghuahai cannot accommodate beings above Nascent Soul to enter, unless they enter with the Jindan Dzogchen cultivation level and then conceive a baby, and the young master of Longque Terrace has so many infants and elders guarding him, it must be due to the fall of the realm The price was forced to compress the cultivation base to get in... But in this way, it shows that their plans are not small.

Sanxiu cherishes his life, but compared with sect disciples, Sanxiu has a more fierce nature of fighting for life, and his desire for opportunities is almost equal to his life.

At the critical moment when Long Ying was opening the seal, he glanced at the hundreds of casual cultivators a hundred steps away, hesitating, his eyes flickering, the meaning of covetousness was self-evident, he suddenly became furious, and coldly shouted: "Elders, these casual cultivators are all desperate people. I will definitely not retreat because of threats, so when is it not killing chickens and monkeys now?!"

Those Nascent Soul Elders were about to move, when suddenly the phantom behind Long Ying stretched out his hand and made a forbidden gesture, turned his head and looked around, and as far as his eyes could see, the casual cultivators stared in astonishment, obviously feeling the indescribable power of the phantom. of cultivation.

"Just now I saw you fighting against that junior of the Sword Sect. The hidden power of fascination is interesting. I should follow it after thinking about it. Yinger, it is a bit hard for you to open the seal on your own. Although these loose cultivators are humble, they are worthless." It can also save you some effort if I come here to help you."

After saying that, a circle of strange fluctuations spread out from the phantom, and the fluctuations expanded instantly and silently, but it caused the face of the nearest person a hundred steps away to turn pale.

It was a casual cultivator in purple. Seeing the wave coming, he slapped his forehead, and a piece of tortoise shell-shaped magic weapon floated out, which could form a thick layer of defensive light beams, and was swept away by the wave. The tortoise shell trembled and then burst. The casual cultivator's eyes were blank, as if the blood in his body had been sucked out, his skin was shriveled, and he became skinny in an instant, like a living corpse, and a ball of blood full of spiritual power condensed on the top of his head, and quickly rushed towards the remnant in front of Long Ying. The door floated away and merged with the bloody pattern.

The same scene was also staged where the ripples swept by. In just a few breaths, one or two hundred corpse-like monks looked sluggish, their spiritual power was drained, and they fell from the midair to the endless sea of ​​mist below.

The ripples did not kill them all, but spread out hundreds of feet away, and the moment they touched a boy in a gray cloak hundreds of feet away, they rolled back, only scratched the boy's cheek slightly, and curled up. A drop of slightly darker blood converged and returned.

"Father is too worried. These casual cultivators are just lowly bloodlines. This sealed door only responds to the noble bloodlines of the ancient gods. How can it..." Long Ying shook his head and was about to veto his father's silly actions. Suddenly a drop of dark red blood rushed into the seal, and before he could react, the red awn on the broken door of the seal exploded, and a hole burst open, and a talisman inside flew out into the distance as a red awn!

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