Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Leng Wenshu stood at the entrance of the towering sky steps of Hanshan Mountain, the night wind blowing his forehead hair.

Yan Yuanhan's aura briefly suppressed the poison of Zuimeng Heng'e, his body was so cold that he was not alive, his face was pale, but his lips were glowing with a strange red.

He holds a spirit array in each hand, his right hand connects to Leng Wenyan, and his left hand traces Shen Zhexue.

The disappearance of Shen Zhexue is enough to cause another disturbance in the comprehension world.

But this time, Taiqingzong no longer acted as before, and notified the three sects to work together to find it.

They chose to hide the matter and only used secret methods to locate it within the sect.

However, Shen Zhexue's physique was alienated by the evil current, and he was already beyond ordinary cultivators. To find his direction, he must rely on the power of array cultivators.

Leng Wenshu once teamed up with Leng Sanqiu to create a tracking secret formation, but he would not activate it easily.

The price of the law against the sky is quite high, Leng Sanqiu's idea has always been to wait for Shen Zhexue to be exposed|exposed.

Leng Wenshu covered his mouth with one hand and vomited red.

The secret method to track down Shen Zhexue is connected with Leng Wenshu's life, if it is not a last resort, Leng Sect Master would not intentionally waste Leng Wenshu's life.

"He's down there?" Leng Sanqiu pressed Leng Wenshu's back.

He knew in his heart that this child of his was a formation wizard who hadn't been born in a hundred years, and was born with a strange bone, comparable to the eldest son of the Langfeng family. Unfortunately, his foundation was too weak to be of much use in the end.

"Cough... yes, but the location is unknown."

Leng Wenshu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his powerful father, "If this is his conspiracy, still, still can't kill..."

"I have my own plan." Leng Sanqiu withdrew his hand.

In front of the majestic sect, the head of Hanshan, who was dressed in a red costume, led his followers, and said with a smile: "Friends of the Taoist Taiqing came from a long way, and Sang is not far away to welcome you, why don't you go inside and have a cup of hot tea first."

Leng Sanqiu said: "Sect Master Sang is so indifferent, are the disciples of Hanshan who came out of Taoling Secret Realm safe?"

Sang Qi got out of the way and welcomed everyone from Taiqingzong into the main hall, "It's just a variable in the secret territory, why is Sect Master Leng so nervous?"

Different from Taiqingzong's grand and simple atmosphere, Hanshan has been enjoying extravagance in recent years, and the inside of the main hall is like a lamp, shining brightly.

Although the precious artifacts are extravagant and bright, they are also air-conditioned, and the hall is full of jewels and jewels, soaking in the slightest coldness.

But even though he was alienated from Huamei, he still lost to a black-clothed man who was drinking tea at the table.

"My wife, Ah Jing, I just invited him here, and I want to find those children."

Sang Qi called out affectionately: "A Jing, do you have a clue?"

Jun Rujing's gaze lifted from the tea in the cup and fell to Sang Qi, a slight smile appeared in his thin eyes.

"Yes, I will bring them back."

"So it's not a big deal, Sect Master Leng is too nervous." Sang Qi clapped his hands, just as an attendant in long crimson robes brought up the fine wine of fairy fruit, and poured wine one by one for the Taoist friends of the Taiqing Sect.

"It turned out that Sect Leader Sang has a solution." Leng Sanqiu followed the good advice, raised his lamp and said, "I'm sorry to trouble Mr. Jing to make this trip, but the little girl has not returned in the secret realm. Leng is always worried."

"what!"

The young man who was pouring wine for Yan Yuanhan accidentally knocked over the wine glass on the table. The young man showed panic, and hurriedly knelt down and said: "Xianjun, it's the slave's fault..."

Yan Yuanhan waved his hand to indicate that it's okay, Sang Qi reprimanded: "Don't get out!"

The fairy slave buried his head deeply and retreated.

Sang Qi smiled, "Fellow Taoist Yan, don't mind, the ugly slave is my sword servant, and he is usually clumsy and not very clever."

Yan Yuanhan returned the cup, "It's nothing, but when will Mr. Jing leave?"

"Don't worry, Ah Jing has his own time. What's more, there are still big things in front of us right now, that Elder Shen who doesn't know about your clan—"

He smiled gently, paused, and replied, "Is it all right?"

Inner Demon Formation.

Shen Zhexue dialed the time in the array, and it was falling in the 33rd year of Pingqing.

Their perspective followed Yuan Qi, and the surrounding scene changed. What they saw was Yuan Qi kneeling in front of a purple spiritual screen, and A Tuan hugged him tightly, preventing him from doing stupid things on the spur of the moment.

It has been three hours since Little Heavenly Tribulation passed.

The emperor descended and sealed off the entire southern boundary. They set up a light screen thousands of miles away, and outside the light screen knelt thousands of mortals, monks, and creatures of all races who had heard the bad news.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Xie Zhuchun flew Qiao Tan high on his back, and Shi Yuan took Shen Zhexue to find Yuan Qi's position, but saw that he was so grief-stricken that he fainted, and A Tuan left with his back on his back.

A Tuan was used to living in the mountains, and there was no inn outside the city for them to live in, so Yuan Tuan found a cave in a nearby mountain, laid straw mats, and fed A Qi a few sips of water.

They arrived like mad, and the jug was empty in no time.

He gently wiped Qi'er's tears away, and turned his head as if he was going to find streams and rivers outside the mountains.

Ah Tuan made no sound when he walked, he hurried away without making a sound.

Half an hour later, what came back was the sound of a string of boot soles stepping on grass blades.

"It's him!" Shen Zhexue exclaimed secretly.

The floor-sweeping black clothes are covered with patterns of stars.

Shi Yuan lay prone in the grass, his tail tightly wrapped around Shen Zhexue.

His breath was tight, obviously when he was a demon, he was more sensitive to the dangerous breath.

It was Jingjun Siming who came.

That was Jun Rujing in the 33rd year of Pingqing.

The appearance of a cultivator has not changed for a hundred years, not to mention his appearance, Jun Rujing is still dressed in black, with long hair hanging down, eyes as clear as glass, dignified and almost divine.

He walked into the cave, looked at Yuan Qi who was lying on his back, and cast a spell to wake him up.His technique was obviously extremely violent, Yuan Qi opened her eyes in pain, and with a hoarse "uh", struggled to sit up and looked at the cultivator in front of her.

"Are you Cen Qi?"

Jun Rujing's voice was cold, and she held a half jade flute in her hand.

It was the white jade piccolo that Ah Tuan never left.

Jun Rujing said: "The owner of this flute was robbed by evil cultivators. I found you by my breath. Are you... a member of the Langfeng family?"

"What?!" Yuan Qi's eyes darkened for a moment, and she forced herself to stand up.

"Sorrow and change." Jun Rujing flashed a red card, and said softly: "And, the ghost cultivator who is traveling with you seems to have a different bone, do you want to follow me back to Hanshan? I am the head of Hanshan. They are investigating The matter of the evil sect, this catastrophe may also be related to them."

Yuan Qi supported the mountain wall, and the successive bad news made it almost impossible for him to continue.

It took him a long time to say a word.

"it is good."

Outside the cave, Qiao Tan looked at the backs of the two and asked in surprise, "Why did he leave with him?!"

Shen Zhexue said: "Shi Yuan, go and have a look in that cave."

In the dark cave, Shen Zhexue looked up at the mountain wall that Yuan Qi supported just now, and said, "Cut that rock down."

The soul-locking technique is enough to completely seal and change a person's roots, that Jing Jun is lying.

As soon as Xie Zhuchun flew over, a small piece of gravel on the mountain wall fell off, and Shen Zhexue curled it up with his beard, "It's the voice array, Shi Yuan, we—"

Before he finished a sentence, the green leaf above his head trembled suddenly, "Be careful!"

The water blade cuts across.

Shen Zhexue, an old ginseng tree, burst out with unprecedented vitality. His roots swept away Shiyuan, and he fell down on the ground with a low body, followed by a chill on his head.

A few green leaves are falling to the ground, and the red fruit is rolling away.

"Participating in the demon?" A backlit figure appeared in front of the cave gate.

It wasn't Jun Rujing who went and came back, but the person who came was Sang Qi, the head of Hanshan.

Sang Qi smiled and narrowed his eyes, "You little monsters are really too naughty, have you heard something you shouldn't have heard?"

Shi Yuan put the rock with the phonograph array into the red bracelet, raised his long tail, leaned forward, and let out low growls from his throat.

"one two three four……"

Sang Qi counted them one by one, "There are also little devil cubs, no matter what, you can't give birth to any offspring, because you lost your life in vain because of playfulness, your luck is really bad."

Xie Zhuchun asked in a low voice: "Elder Shen, isn't this the heart demon formation? Except for those who entered the formation, how could he notice us?"

Except for the owner of the Heart Demon Formation, other people will not see the people who join the formation. This is basic common sense.

Shen Zhexue drew up her spiritual energy and said, "Then this is a super-outline question. It can only show that in this formation, this person is the formation master."

The heart demon formation is a formation after all, and the virtual image invested is the formation master. Under normal circumstances, the formation master will not venture into the formation, but if there is him in the background of the heart demon transformation, he is equivalent to finding a substitute to replace it. He acts in a circle of inner demons.

The chance of this kind of thing happening is very small, I didn't expect them to meet today.

Xie Zhuchun landed on the ground, and a swallow of his was gnashing his teeth, "Elder Shen, although Sang Qi is really shameless, we probably won't be able to do him like this..."

Shen Zhexue spread her beard to block them behind, and whispered to them: "Don't be impulsive, he is the leader of the battle, let's take his blood and skip this part."

"Immortal Elder!" Shen Zhexue tremblingly said: "Please spare us, we are only here to find food, and we don't intend to offend the Immortal Elder!"

Xie Zhuchun cooperated with the performance: "Xianjun, we don't know when we offended you, please forgive us!"

When they sang and harmonized, they got along well.

Sang Qi casually smiled and raised his sleeves, Shen Zhexue felt a gust of spiritual energy engulfing him and floating up.

Seeing this, Shi Yuan wanted to pounce, but Shen Zhexue twitched her beard lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry."

His old ginseng tree was longer than Sang Qi's palm, and the head of Sang held it in his hands and looked at it for a moment, and said: "It's a rare ginseng monster, so I'll let you go back and make soup for him."

Shen Zhexue couldn't laugh or cry, he tightened the roots tightly, wrapped around Sang Qi's wrist, "Prince Immortal, can you let my cubs go..."

Sang Qi congealed a killer move in his hand, smiled and said nothing.

The murderous aura came out, it was too late and then it was too late, Shen Zhexue's root tendrils barbed, pierced into Sangqi's flesh, and then pulled back hard, several blood beads flew into the air!

Sang Qi tightened his five fingers, and Shen Zhexue felt that his old waist was about to be crushed by him.

The cold air gushed out, and the blood condensed into ice beads and rolled to the ground.

Xie Zhuchun took the lead, sweeping the red beads with his wings, "Go on!"

Shi Yuan and Qiao Tan jumped up high, each took a few blood beads in their arms, and swallowed two of them. In a flash of light, there were no squirrels and demon cubs in place, but two children, one tall and one short. a boy.

"Senior Brother Xie!" Qiao Tan rolled on the spot to avoid Sang Qi's killing intent, and threw out the beads so that Xie Zhuchun also turned into a human form.

The spiritual energy in the body was surging, and the three of them surrounded and went up. Among them, Shi Yuan touched the red bracelet on his wrist with his fingers, holding the talisman, and threw it at Sang Qi fiercely.

"A member of the Taiqing sect?" Seeing their blue shirts with crane patterns, Sang Qi's brows suddenly became icy cold, and he no longer had the intention of teasing, and his attack was a fatal move.

Shi Yuan's talisman seals were completely torn apart, and the three of them were wounded in the front and hit the mountain wall without any suspense.

The three of them had no room to resist, lying on the ground and choking blood.

Sang Qi seemed to recognize Xie Zhuchun, and his complexion became more and more unkind.

He walked up to him and said condescendingly: "It is my tolerance to let you go out of the mountain. What are you doing now? You want to avenge your master?"

Xie Zhuchun once defected from Hanshan to the Taiqing Emperor, the reason for this was unknown, but now it sounds that there is another secret behind it.

Sect Leader Sang stepped on Xie Zhuchun's abdomen and crushed it down hard.

Xie Zhuchun was in pain, but still sneered and said: "What a white-eyed wolf, what kind of ability is bullying you, Grandpa Gu Chun! Back then, the head of the prime minister saved your dog's life, and the master taught you how to practice, but what did you do? You— -Well!"

"Shut up!" Sang Qi was turned over, and smashed the ginseng essence in his hand against the wall, turning into a long sword with radiance.

Xie Zhuchun's pupils opened wide, and he laughed maniacally: "Okay! You still have Grandpa's sword, Grandpa is so happy! Didn't you and Yiyue dream of the death of an old man at night? Are you not afraid of being punished by God if you use Gu Chunjian?!"

"Don't mention his name—"

Sang Qi's eyes were red, he drew his sword and stabbed down!

Boom-!

Gu Chunjian, who had an empty body, shot out and nailed deeply into the rock together with an ice thorn.

"Who?!" Shocked by the chill, Sang Qi suddenly turned his head.

Shen Zhexue's body was covered with icicles hanging upside down, like a screen of flowers, he made a formula in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Go!"

"...Floating Blade Jue." Sang Qi murmured incredulously, distracted for a moment, time passed in the cave, and the four of them disappeared in place, leaving Sang Qi staring at the ice thorns all over the ground, Unsteady breathing a few times.

A name is on the tip of the tongue, but it can't be called out.

"Impossible." He murmured to himself in bewilderment, "This is impossible."

Xie Zhuchun threw himself on the ground, and vomited a big mouthful of blood with a "wow".

At this time, they have passed ten years, and the inner demon formation is still not broken.

Shen Zhexue sent him spiritual energy to heal his injuries. Fang felt that Xie Zhuchun's physique was very different from that of ordinary people. He didn't know what kind of secret method he could use to turn the sword into a spirit. The spiritual energy in his body was like the autumn wind blowing leaves, leaving no traces.

"Don't waste it." Xie Zhuchun pressed Shen Zhexue's hand, "I, I can do it slowly, cough, cough, mother's Sang Xiao'er is ruthless... cough cough!"

"Master, this may be useful." Shi Yuan took out a bottle of medicinal powder, and Shen Zhexue took it and smelled it, "Shards of divine iron?"

Shi Yuan nodded, and Shen Zhexue crushed the porcelain bottle, mixed the spiritual energy and the medicine powder together, and gave them to Xie Zhuchun together.

Sure enough, Xie Zhuchun's complexion improved a little.

Shen Zhexue laid him flat and went to see Qiao Tan and Shi Yuan non-stop.

The two children had no less than ten injuries, big and small. Shi Yuan had enough medicine for the wounds, but Sang Qi rushed for his life at the last blow. The medicine powder and pills were too slow to take effect. Shen Zhexue used spiritual power to catalyze them one by one, After the treatment, the whole person felt dizzy and swayed.

Shi Yuan helped him in time, but Shen Zhexue heard "Woo!" in his ears.

He woke up in an instant, and hurriedly looked at his apprentice, but Shi Yuan's lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't speak.

——Woo... Master!

There was another choked sob of extreme aggrievedness, and Shen Zhexue stared at Shi Yuan for a long time, making sure that he hadn't spoken, and asked in a low voice.

——Shi Yuan?

Shi Yuan also widened his eyes suddenly, looking at him in surprise.

"What's going on here?" Shen Zhexue said, "We are..."

Have a heart?

Shi Yuan suddenly remembered something, and tremblingly said: "Master, in those red beads just now, is there..."

Shen Zhexue was stunned.

There seems to be no difference between the red blood beads and the red fruit that was cut off from the top of his old ginseng's head.

In the panic, they were rolling on the ground, the apprentice ate wrong!

"No discomfort?" Shen Zhexue was confused, "Is ginseng fruit poisonous?"

——It should be...it doesn't matter.

Shi Yuan blushed, and pressed his neck lightly, apparently in a daze about eating the fruit of the master, and spoke indiscriminately.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, Shen Zhexue was slightly relieved.

The fact that the apprentice mistakenly eats the master and is poisoned is really out of the question.

Shen Zhexue thought: I don't know what my fruit tastes like, ginseng... ginseng fruit?It's not a breed.

Shi Yuan answered silently.

——It’s quite, very delicious.