Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Cheng Yunzhi pushed aside the bushes and walked ahead, while the windmill chased behind with the jade tablet, it was necessary for him to make it clear with the jade tablet: "The master said——"

Cheng Yuzhi took the jade tablet with his backhand and cut off the fluctuation of spiritual power on it.

He said kindly, "It doesn't need to be said."

The windmill was dumbfounded.

They walked along the avenue for more than half an hour, and the sky was getting darker, mostly blocked by the rugged stone walls and dense bushes.

Going further inside, only the light of the lighting technique lit by Cheng Yuzhi's hand remained.

Seeing that there was only room for one person to walk, Cheng Yuzhi looked inside and made a quick decision: "I'll go ahead to scout the way, and you obediently follow behind me."

Fengche tugged at his sleeve: "But the magic cultivator's lair is just ahead, it's very dangerous."

Cheng Yunzhi smiled and said: "We just went in to have a look, who said we must fight? You have to wait for Ah Yan to come back, right?"

This made Fengche put down his hands, but he still pinched his sleeves worriedly.

In order to avoid being too eye-catching, Cheng Yuzhi extinguished the lighting technique, and walked slowly forward groping.

Windmill followed behind him, holding his breath cautiously.

There were many bushes and bushes, and it was with great difficulty that Cheng Yunzhi managed to clear a path that could be walked.Raising his hand in a blink of an eye, he saw bright lights not far away from the long branches of the dead tree.

It seems to have formed a small sect, with weird golden long lanterns hanging, and blue long flags everywhere, spread across the ground along the swaying dead tree stumps.

Although it is said that they dug a hole in the mountain, these demon cultivators are quite leisurely. They carved cornices on the mountain pass, and hung a large plaque on the main entrance with large characters in the middle:

Changjin Gate.

The crows flew down, and the miserable chirping of birds pierced the sky, adding a bit of gloom.

The little boy tilted his head, looked inside, and whispered, "It's really rare for these demon cultivators to use place names as sect names."

He waited for a while, but did not hear Cheng Yunzhi's reaction.

Fengche raised his head and went to see Cheng Yunzhi.

He seemed extremely angry, but also extremely calm, and finally closed his eyes forcefully, and curled the corners of his lips.There was a raging flame burning from his chest, and the golden and red eyes were uncertain.

"Yeah," he opened his eyes and laughed mockingly, "it's so rare."

After all, there was nothing in front of the windmill, his face was blank for a moment, and he reached out to grab the corner of the robe flying away: "Mr. Cheng!!!"

"Stop. Don't follow." Cheng Yuzhi didn't turn his head.

However, before he could finish speaking, he changed his previous cautious style and swept towards the main gate of Moxiu Sect like the wind.

Wherever he passed, the leaves fell like a rain of arrows, and the sky and eyes were full of dark colors that covered his head and face.

Sure enough, all around shouted: "Who is it!"

"It's Daoxiu! How could there be Daoxiu coming in? Has the gatekeeper at the foot of the mountain eaten shit?!"

Two demon cultivators with higher cultivation levels guarded the gate, and seeing him alone, they couldn't help laughing: "There are really some little chickens who think that we are easy to mess with?"

"I don't know how high the sky is."

The closer you get to the lights, the darker the darkness fades.

Until that Daoxiu stepped out of the night mist and walked towards them with a cold face, the two demon cultivators stopped talking and stared blankly at him.

After a long time, I finally said: "... Taoism is really exciting."

Look at this scorching divine light, thin figure, shoulders and neck with stacked black hair, it is infinitely imaginative.

At this time, Cheng Yunzhi had already walked in front of them.

The sudden outburst of anger just now seems to have been dealt with by him, and now he speaks, but he can't hear anything: "Please tell me, I want to meet the head of the 'Changjin Gate'."

Yi Moxiu laughed loudly: "It's not that he came to kick the restaurant."

Another person echoed casually: "It's rare, it's too rare. I thought you Taoist cultivators would fight and kill as soon as you came up, hahahaha!"

Looking at their appearance, Cheng Yuzhi was basically ignored.

They have a large number of people, and their cultivation base is not low. Besides, the demon cultivators in the same realm are better than Dao cultivators, so how can they be afraid of such a mere foundation building?

Tut tut, interesting enough.

Cheng Yunzhi was silent for a moment, then continued to clasp his hands and said calmly: "I want to ask, where did the plaque of 'Changjin Gate' come from."

There was laughter all around, and someone shouted in the distance: "Little beauty, if you want this plaque, I will take it off and give it to you, okay?!"

"Yeah, yeah, hahahaha!"

"It's the first time I've seen a Daoxiu come to the door, as long as a broken sign!"

The demon cultivator who guarded the gate was even more disbelieving, and stretched out his hand to pinch his chin: "What's the use of this broken wood, we have a lot of good things in our sect!"

"If you want, you can enter my door; if your lord likes you, this is nothing more than a treasure."

Cheng Yunzhi opened his hand with a folding fan and avoided it: "It doesn't have to be."

"I just want this plaque, why are you willing to give it to me?" He said seriously.

This time, the whole room laughed even more.

The demon cultivator almost couldn't help laughing: "You are serious, hahahaha! Why don't you go and tell our lord to give you this plaque, hahahaha!"

Cheng Yunzhi's expression softened slightly, and he continued to ask: "Then is your lord here today?"

"Yes, why not, our lord, just wait for a beauty like you to come—"

Blood spattered, and a round head was still staring before it fell to the ground, rolling over the dust of the floor tiles.

For a while, the whole hall was silent.

The crow let out a shrill scream, breaking the frozen air.

The sharp edge of the folding fan cut through the blood vessels, the spiritual power smashed through the spine, and the blood flowed along the edge to Cheng Yunzhi's fingertips.

He looked at the bright red spot on his fingertips, and wiped it on the corpse's clothes casually.

"you--"

The group of demons exploded, ghosts cried and wolves howled, the roars of countless ghosts resounded from the depths of the ground, the earth trembled, and the eerie demonic energy twisted into a long rope, and it was about to hit Cheng Yu's body heavily!

However, the young man in Xueqing robe moved faster than him.

He only heard the broken jade pendant on his waist slamming lightly, a flash of inspiration flashed, and it condensed into a long whip. With one hand, he carefully cupped his big sleeves, and smashed the long rope twisted by the devilish energy.

A golden light emerged from his body, forming a dazzling protection.Immediately, all those terrifying attacks fell outside the protective shield and were completely melted away.

He simply didn't do anything, just walked in.The devilish energy is attached to the side, but it can't enter at all.

These magicians had ugly faces and blocked his way.

"Sure enough, I came here to kick the restaurant," someone spat, "I said how could there be such a kind Taoist..."

Before he finished speaking, both sides started killing.

The young Taoist took out the long sword from the mustard bag and said seriously: "I haven't touched swords or spells for many years. It's just that you 'Changjin Gate' really made me angry, so I had no choice but to move."

Under the tip of his sword, the demon cultivator of the same level of foundation establishment seemed to have completely lost his fighting power, and was defeated by a few simple sword moves and could no longer slow down.

The number of demon cultivators stacked is increasing, but he seems to be tireless, walking in step by step.

If you take one step, you will kill several.

Looking back suddenly, there was nothing in front of him, revealing the stone steps going up.

It looks like a killing intent, but looking back, it is the original peaceful appearance.

Out of the corner of his eye, Feng Che ran to him, lifting himself by the hem.

Cheng Yunzhi said softly, "Why are you here?"

The little boy glared at him angrily: "I thought the young master was so cautious, but he turned out to be so hot-blooded!"

Cheng Yunzhi scratched his chin, and suddenly remembered that his fingertips were stained with blood, so he let it go angrily.

She smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'm really angry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Anyway, I'm going to go all the way in now, help me, Windmill?"

The little boy was angry, rolled his eyes with a straight face.

A long howl came from the depths of the mountain gate, full of anger: "Tao Xiu!!!"

Cheng Yuzhi raised his head and said, "It's that one."

He felt someone pushing him, and lowered his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "What?"

Fengche said anxiously: "This devil's head must be a golden core. Even if you can hit the same level, you may not be able to hit a higher level! Why don't you let me go, I'll cut off his head and give you a kick ,OK!"

Cheng Yuzhi stroked his hair: "No, I have a secret method to deal with him, and I still have some questions to ask him."

So Fengche watched Cheng Yunzhi walk in, and disappeared behind the long steps on the narrow stone wall.

Cheng Yuzhi met His Majesty in a huge blood-colored hall.

The demon cultivator was sitting on the high platform, and when he saw him coming in, he couldn't help snorting coldly: "How dare I be a Daoist cultivator, and dare to kill countless members of my disciples! It turns out that he is a foundation-building kid who knows nothing about the sky and the earth."

The young man habitually bowed his hands. After thinking about it, Moxiu probably didn't have this tradition, and he probably didn't know how to return gifts, so he had to let it go.

He smiled and said, "My lord, I just want to ask you some questions, and I don't have much malice."

Your Majesty said quietly: "You killed countless disciples of mine, is that not malicious?"

Not much nonsense, he stood up from the high platform, palms facing upwards, and suddenly closed them together, intending to kill the young Daoxiu on the spot!

The squeezed spiritual pressure rushed towards Cheng Yuzhi overwhelmingly, almost squeezing him into a meat paste!

The young man didn't change his face, and said with a smile: "That's it?"

Moxiu; "..."

Cheng Yunzhi also stretched out his hand, grasped it suddenly, and said, "I have a similar move, and I want to teach you."

The same spiritual pressure, the same squeeze, but this time it was not directed towards Cheng Yuzhi, but towards the head of the demon cultivator.

Moxiu was shocked to find that the aura around him was suddenly out of his control!

The unparalleled sense of loss of control engulfed him on the verge of collapse, and his lord screamed!

On the ceiling of the Scarlet Hall, those densely packed "blood cocoons" were hung by filaments, slowly descending.

His Majesty waved his hand, a blood cocoon flew towards him, and exploded into a blood mist in front of him.

In the blood cocoon, there was a faintly swollen figure, he closed his eyes and meditated: Those evil spells flowing out were indeed done by the demon cultivators here.

His Majesty absorbed the blood mist full of innate aura and laughed wildly.His stature swelled, and he was actually many times bigger than before. Just by stretching his muscles and loosening his bones, the blood-colored hall was crumbling and creaking!

"Now, I'm in the late stage of Golden Core! Your little method of using magic weapons to simulate spiritual pressure can do nothing to me!"

After all, the palm shaped like a mountain of hard meat pressed down heavily from top to bottom!

In the gap between the sound of the wind, Cheng Yuzhi let go of the hand that made the formula.

He closed his eyes, turned his face to the side, and just pressed against the other person's shoulder and neck, warm, delicate skin, and soft long hair swept across the tip of his nose.

Cheng Yunzhi said: "A Yan."

The palm stopped in mid-air, unable to move for half a minute.

His Majesty screamed in pain, his face was the color of a pig's liver, his blood vessels and veins were bulging, almost swelled and burst.

Young Master Xueyi calmly said: "I am here."

Cheng Yunzhi suddenly felt sad.

He murmured; "I shouldn't have gone that far...otherwise I wouldn't have let these evil cultivators occupy the magpie's nest, steal my family's plaque, and take my name from Changjinmen..."