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

The turbulent spiritual energy blows the lamps hanging from the ceiling to sway.

Silver shavings and dust fell one after another, like thousands of stars shattered, falling into the innocent darkness.

Shi Yuan couldn't hear anything for a long time.

He was floating in the white light, and in the absolute silence, he could only feel the clang of vibrations, which made people think of the evening drums and morning bells of mountain temples day after day.

That's another heartbeat.

But his eyesight was gradually recovering, and what he saw was a section of ice-white long hair, which had already become rough and dull after days of running around, hanging down limply.

The tail of the hair was stained with sporadic blood spots, and when it was fully dyed, it looked like a little red flower growing on the tip of the leaf in the wild.

The arms gradually became heavy, it was Shen Zhexue sliding down little by little.

His master lost consciousness long ago, using ice to prop up his body was nothing more than a trick, as the body loses strength and the spiritual power dries up, the ice spirit used to fix it will also dissipate.

Shen Zhexue fell towards Shi Yuan, and was firmly caught by his apprentice.

Shi Yuan's back was close to the gate of the ancient Fengxie, and the scorching lines penetrated the clothes and stuck to the flesh.

But it couldn't compare to the temperature of Shen Zhexue in his arms.

The spreading lines seem to have absorbed the nutrients in the bones and blood, and the sprouts have sprouted into a luxuriant scene.

Clusters of luxuriant vine flowers bloomed on the bluestone covered with a thick layer of blood, and this sea of ​​flowers that swallowed flesh and blood unexpectedly revealed a holy and flawless scenery.

Shen Zhexue's forehead was pressed against Shi Yuan's shoulder, and all the strength in her body was relaxed, but her arms were still loosely wrapped.

Yinhua Qingling's aura lingered around him, covering up the deep smell of blood.

Shi Yuan took out a long robe from the red bracelet and covered Shen Zhexue's body, covering him from head to toe, only revealing a palm-sized face covered with seal marks.

There are still leaves and branches sticking out continuously, the seal of the formation gate has become cold, and the place of suppression has changed.

The two forces confronted each other in Shen Zhexue's body, the evil current and the ancient seal fought endlessly, one ebbed and the other ebbed and flowed.

Shi Yuan laid Shen Zhexue flat on the ground, and there were bursts of noise from under the sea of ​​flowers.

That was Yuan Xiyan and the others trying to push away the bluestone bricks that served as the lid of the coffin.

The water is clear and shallow, but there is no need to use it now.

After the peach grove outside sank into the lake, it was gradually eroding the effectiveness of the formation, and the seal at the formation's eye was naturally losing its effect.

They didn't know what happened outside, but it was clear that the formation had been completely damaged.

Xie Zhuchun had come to his senses, he broke the green brick cover with his sword energy, and climbed up in disgrace.

In front of him were large expanses of brilliantly blooming spiritual flowers. Gu Chun Jianling stood blankly in the sea of ​​flowers, and saw Yuan Xiyan who stumbled towards the pair of master and apprentice.

And Qiao Tan was sitting not far away, wiping his tears with his sleeve.

He asked, "Where is the water clear?"

Qiao Tan shook his head in tears.

Then Xie Zhuchun suddenly realized that the thing he had been away for a long time was like a piece of black and wide cloth, and his head was covered.

No amount of cultivation or identity can stop it.

Qiao Tan is not very old, and he has never faced it directly, or it has never been so close.

She knows that even if the body is damaged, the monks still have their souls left behind, and nothing can easily and completely kill a monk except the frightening evil.

But sword spirits are not like this. In a sense, they are no different from ordinary people. In this bustling but chaotic world, they all have only one chance.

Yuan Xiyan saw Shen Zhexue lying on the ground, with so many soft vines that he could hardly get close.

His face turned pale, "Elder Shen...how is it?"

The soul-shocking sound could be clearly felt in the coffin just now, which is enough to prove the intensity of the impact on the ground.

Looking at the sudden silver flowers all over the ground, Yuan Xiyan became more and more nervous, and his voice became a little fluttering.

Shi Yuan raised his head and said, "Go out first."

With a pause in his forward steps, Yuan Xiyan inexplicably felt a chill.

The young man in front of him was too calm, his eyes were deep and bottomless.

"Okay." Yuan Xiyan forced himself to calm down, looked at the monk lying under the sarcophagus, and said in a hoarse voice: "It seems... something big is going to happen to Hanshan..."

Peach Spirit Secret Realm.

After the Peach Blossom Forest entered the lake, the spiritual atmosphere soared to the sky, all the beasts ran, the earth veins collapsed, and half of the secret realm collapsed.

Qin Guzhen staggered to Leng Wenyan's side with a trail of blood, propping up a fragile barrier to resist the surging aura like a wave.

Not far away, Jun Rujing twisted Tuesday's neck and lifted him up.

Mr. Jing has a slender wrist, but his strength should not be underestimated. It is easy to carry a person with one arm.

The mirror blade re-condensed around him, and the strong wind stirred his long black hair.

Qin Gu really wanted to take Leng Wenyan and escape, but her whole body was stiff and she couldn't move at all.

At this moment, she seemed to have returned to the Emperor Jiangxi, at the Zongmen Star Tower, looking up at the tower that went straight into the Tianhe River.

Every ten years, the star tower will hold a ceremony to count the secrets of the sky and pray for the common people. Eight spiritual kings preside over it, but only the one who is closest to the way of heaven will actually climb to the highest point of the star tower.

That day, the sky and the earth trembled, the Milky Way hung upside down, and the spiritual energy in the realm of comprehension transpired.Qin Guzhen knelt under the tall building of the star platform together with all the sect members, and Jun Siming on the high platform was just a small figure in their eyes, she couldn't see clearly, but she was deeply impressed by it.

People in the world always have many misunderstandings about the emperor's son Jiangxi. They can indeed sense the direction of the situation more or less, but it is more like an intuition, and the spirit king with stronger spiritual power will show it in the form of a dream. get metaphors.

The technique of divination may not be successful every time. The Dao of Heaven will not respond to their requests, but will tell them directly, and will not give them any room for rebellion.

"That's actually very powerless." Mr. Zeng Xiang said to Qin Guzhen like this.

As disciples of the new generation, they actually have a weak impression of Mr. Jing. The temperament of the emperor's descendants is not true. Except for the servants and puppets, everyone will use their own methods to protect themselves.

They are monks under the gaze of the Dao of Heaven, they are more likely to go mad, and they don't need to practice the Dao of Ruthlessness deliberately.

Except for Yiyue Xingjun who is more relatives among the Lingjun, the other Lingjun are actually indifferent temperaments, and few of them have perverted hobbies.

And even if they are direct disciples, they can't judge whether their master's personality is real or just a fake disguise.

Among all the spirit lords, Jing Jun Jun Ru Jing is too indifferent. He can kneel on the star platform for several years, or hide in the divination house to ask for a hexagram without ever being seen for a hundred years. □ There are no less than a dozen theories in the world of self-cultivation, but no one really knows when they met and where their love is.

He is like a wandering soul that cannot be tolerated in the world, even if he tastes love, he is not confined to it.

Just like now.

Even though Jun Rujing has already attacked so fiercely, under the seemingly angry way, he is still taking people's lives in a cold and cruel way.

——He didn't use any spells, he really wanted to strangle Tuesday to death.

But Qin Gu really couldn't feel his emotions.

On Tuesday, the whole person was lifted up in the air, and the peach tree that was originally used as a support had already rushed into the lake, and there was nothing to rely on.

He grasped Jun Rujing's wrist with one hand, the wrist was thin and weak, and could be closed with one hand, as if it could be broken with more force.

He couldn't breathe at all, but the Yuanmu sword was still tightly held in his hand.

On Tuesday, he couldn't see the appearance of the person who wanted to kill him clearly, and he didn't have the time to see the appearance of this person clearly during the fierce battle just now.

But at this moment, in his hazy vision, he seemed to feel that Bo Ziyi hadn't changed much.

This person is still an ordinary person who has been facing each other day and night for ten years. The wrist he grasped is extremely thin, his fingers are long and well-defined.

Jun Rujing exerted force on his hands.

Qin Guzhen subconsciously wanted to say "no", but unfortunately she didn't make a sound.

A flash of light flashed in front of her eyes, so fast that she couldn't see where she came from and where she was going, and then she heard a muffled groan, and after another blink of an eye, the two had separated.

Jun Rujing held down the wooden sword pierced in his shoulder, swung his sleeve and sent Tuesday flying.

Tue tumbled a few times on the ground, managed to stabilize his body, and stood up.

He actually wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

A thousand years in the world of comprehension is enough to create a scene of right and wrong.

The cold and beautiful person in front of him is no longer the Bo Ziyi who hangs his eyebrows and plays the pipa, he is now the Emperor Jingjun Siming, with a new name, he can easily kill them.

Even Leng Wenyan, whom he had never met before, was nothing more than a mere ants in the eyes of Mr. Jing, no different from thousands of ants.

Jun Rujing pulled out the edge wood sword from the flesh and blood with his bare hands, and threw it behind him.

He approached them step by step.

After vomiting blood, Tuesday picked up a branch left by a peach tree from the ground and stood up straight, which was still an exquisite sword cultivating posture.

At this time, the accident happened!

The Chongchou Lake behind Jun Rujing had waves, and several figures broke through the water and landed on the shore.

Pupils shrank suddenly on Tuesday, and he hissed, "Run—"

What was faster than him was Jun Rujing's body skills, in an instant he had changed form and killed Shi Yuan and the others.

Shi Yuan and the others, who had just returned to the Taoling Secret Realm through backtracking technique, had no power to resist at all. Seeing the sudden killing intent, Shi Yuan pushed Shen Zhexue towards Xie Zhuchun, and all the talismans came out, but they just resisted For a moment.

Just when Shi Yuan was about to lose his head, a sharp sword light crossed sideways, piercing through Jun Rujing's injured shoulder!

——It is a sword technique with too clear steps!

Pei Jing woke up and picked up the Yuanmu sword. He quickly judged the situation on the field, knowing that any defense would be useless in front of the strong, so it is better to switch from defense to offense.

Jun Rujing's entire sleeves were soaked with blood, her face was as cold as jade, but she seemed oblivious to the pain.

No one spoke any more, no one made any moves.

In the extreme silence, the sound of the blood dripping from Mr. Jing's fingertips and falling to the ground became particularly ear-piercing.

boom--

There was a loud noise on the ground, and the Taoling Secret Realm was shaken again.

Before everyone could stand still, Jun Rujing closed his eyes silently, fell backwards, and fell to the ground.

The spiritual atmosphere was overwhelming, and the secret realm was torn apart. Leng Sanqiu was in the lead alone, and behind him were the elders who were too clear.

The Sect Master of Taiqing glanced at Jun Rujing who suddenly fell unconscious on the ground, then looked at the panic-stricken people by the lake, and said, "Are there any casualties?"

Qiao Tan said anxiously: "Sect Master!"

"We already know." Leng Sanqiu raised his hand to interrupt her, "Hanshan was infiltrated by evil cultivators, and everyone including Sang Qi was stolen and replaced. We have captured them."

Then he glanced at the monk lying on the ground behind Xie Zhuchun and the others, and said calmly: "It seems that you have also gained a lot."

Yan Yuanhan healed them with spiritual power, and said calmly: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Leng Sanqiu nodded, but he walked up to Shi Yuan, looking down at the unconscious Shen Zhexue in the young man's arms.

He naturally saw Shen Zhexue's current condition, "Take it back to heal."

He turned to look at the other wounded.

And Shi Yuan clearly heard the Taiqing suzerain say something in a low voice the moment he turned around.

"……madness."

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Starting tomorrow, this article will catch bugs in the full text, and I am still catching (covering my face) when I see that there are changes, so I may stop updating once.

The new dungeon is about to open, and the deterioration of Master Shen's master-student relationship is just ahead!

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