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

The water mirror broke, and Langfeng City was completely isolated from the outside world.

Shi Yuan put the cracked water mirror into the storage bracelet on his wrist, and then took out a round black bead.

He smeared the blood on his palm, the black bead heart faintly glowed, flickered a few times frequently, and then went out like a candle.

Shi Yuan put down the black pearl and said, "There are no demons in Langfeng City."

Shen Zhexue murmured, "If it is an enchantment that draws the ground as a prison, the regional base will not change, and everyone should gather in one place in the end."

Since Ning Chao and the others are not there, it is likely to be an illusion of the water moon mirror flower.

Shen Zhexue happened to have talked about this with Shi Yuan.

On Tuesday, I didn’t know if I understood it or not, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes to rest.

Shi Yuan poured out a handful of jade from the spirit bracelet, then took out a small red cloth bag from his sleeve, packed the jade and put it in Shen Zhexue's hand.

"Master, this is the spirit breath stone. You can absorb the spiritual energy in it by crushing it. Master, please keep it well for emergencies."

With a large bag of spiritual breath stones in his hand, Shen Zhexue was in a trance, and hadn't recovered from the sudden wealth.

... The apprentice seems to have just brought out a bracelet, but it is actually a hidden mobile treasure house? !

Holding the Yuanmu sword on Tuesday, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "It's too extravagant! Why don't you give me two yuan to sell it for my wife's money?"

Shi Yuan got used to his nonsense, and took out a palm-length purple sword tassel, "Brother Zhou, tie this thing to the edge wood sword, and in a crisis, it will form a protective barrier. Within a certain distance, you can Speak with us."

Even though Tuesday's joke was a joke, he was right. These spirit stones can only be a bunch of beautiful stones that can be exchanged for money in terms of his current physical condition.

Shen Zhexue saw that Zhou's tendons were severely blocked, and the aura in his body was like cooled mud, unable to move or expel.

His symptoms were similar to the seal Taiqingzong gave Shen Zhexue, but Shen Zhexue was caused by the external seal, and on Tuesday, his own practice went astray, and the condensation of spiritual energy for many years made him unable to use his cultivation base.

Shen Zhexue remembers that the book said that most of the causes of this situation are due to the cultivators' eagerness for quick success and quick gains, and their pursuit of the realm.

He weighed the fighting power of the three people in the house.

I am a waste peak master with unknown realm, plus a disabled swordsman, and Xiaoyuan who has never really touched the threshold of a cultivator.

...The combination looks like a rookie team numbered "Two Five Zero".

But it doesn't matter if the food is served, the equipment must be good.

With this bag of spirit stones, Shen Zhexue also has confidence in her heart.

The trash peak master dared to call himself one of the better fighters in the team!

Half an hour later, Shen Zhexue's face was in pain.

The sunset red in Langfeng City is shocking.

On both sides of the street in front of the inn are people who are packing up their stalls and going home. They walk away talking and laughing without realizing that the scenery is different.

In a short while, the whole long street was gone.

Shen Zhexue stood by the window, holding three spirit stones in his hands, ready to strike at any time.

There was also the sound of swords being drawn in the rooms of Taiqing and Hanshan separated by a wall, and they must all be ready for battle.

A cold wind blew up, and the wooden signboard of the breakfast stall across the street had loosened a nail and was shaking in the wind.

"The sky is so arrogant." Tuesday looked up at the sky.

Stars had already appeared in the originally gray sky, but instead of fading away, the red in the west became thicker and wider, like a bright red silk, covering all the sky as far as the eye could see.

The blood silk was composed of unknown material, it was extremely smooth, and could vaguely reflect the outline of Langfeng City.

At first glance, it looks like a city hanging upside down in the air, which makes people feel depressed for no reason.

"What is that?" Hanshan disciple exclaimed softly.

Shen Zhexue and others looked towards the end of the long street.

The lanterns in the shops had not been removed, and the thin light from the paper lanterns was dim, casting four or five shadows in the shape of black bands, which were vague and indistinct.

When those few black stripes came near the inn, everyone could see its appearance clearly.

Shen Zhexue's scalp was numb, and she also tutted on Tuesday: "What the hell is this?"

That thing looks like a strip of equal width from a distance, but when you get closer, you realize that it also has a human shape.

But it looks really weird.

Ordinary people's hands and legs only rely on one large joint to move, but the black strip's hands and feet have three movable joints, extending the limbs by an extra joint.

When they walk, their rhythm is seriously out of balance, their hands and legs are swinging wildly, and their arms are bent and folded irregularly, like stick figures scribbled with charcoal pencils.

The necks of the monsters seemed unable to support their round black heads, which lurched sideways as they walked.

Shen Zhexue even saw the head of a black strip being shaken off by itself, and the head rolled to the foot and stuck to the foot.

That's it, still moving.

A ghostly sentence revealed what everyone in the inn was thinking.

"That's Zouji." Shen Zhexue carefully identified it: ""Xuan Yi Zhi" records... a thing that is not in my world, a humanoid with many knots, condensing the soul to shape the body, swimming in the dark night..."

Hanshan disciple trembled as he held the magic weapon in his hand, he couldn't speak well: "Yu Yuyu is in charge, the ghost beads, the demon beads, the demon beads and the evil beads didn't respond! This, this can't be a human..."

"You made it like this?!" Sun Liang pushed the disciple away, and said to Yu Ting: "Don't worry, the master, the evil barrier has been erected, and Taiqing has added a layer, this thing can't get in."

He had just finished saying this sentence, but he saw that the walker walking in the front completely ignored the barrier of Taiqing Hanshan Mountain, and stepped in with shaking arms and legs.

This scene was naturally seen by Pei Jing.

He made a decision almost at the same time as Yu Ting: "All disciples obey the order! Go to the roof!"

There was a sound of broken windows.

But what followed was an ear-piercing scream!

A Hanshan disciple stumbled and fell.

Everyone couldn't reach out, and saw the piece of red clothes fall from the third floor and hit the rain-shielding rack of an open-air stall.

The man didn't have time to howl, and was submerged by the pitch-black movement in a blink of an eye.

Pei Jing was about to Yujian to go to the next window, when her figure froze, she suddenly realized that no matter whether the water was clear or shallow, she seemed to have lost contact with him.

The sword cultivator is one body with the sword, and suddenly lost half of his body. It is impossible for him not to feel it. It can only show that his connection with the sword has been peeled off unconsciously, and he has not noticed it.

Pei Jing's heart was beating fast, but it calmed down after a few breaths.

He gave up Yujian, hung on the eaves with one arm, climbed to Shiyuan's window, and said loudly: "Follow me quickly——"

After several jumps, all the monks gathered on the roof of the inn except for the unlucky disciple who fell.

Shen Zhexue glanced around, those thugs appeared out of nowhere, looking around, there was a big black cloud.

Their way of traveling is weird. When encountering obstacles on the road, they will jump forward, throwing off their arms and heads, and then change to creeping or crawling.

Parts fell everywhere it passed, filling up every corner near the inn in a blink of an eye.

"Senior Brother Pei...my sword." Taiqing Jianxiu looked blankly at the natal sword in his hand, obviously encountered the same situation as Pei Jing.

There was even a bad-tempered talisman tearing up his talisman paper on the spot, cursing, "Damn it!"

Shi Yuan whispered to Shen Zhexue: "The magical instruments are failing one by one, most of my bracelets are useless."

Pei Jing is worthy of being a big senior brother, he will not mess up in the face of danger, and asked Han Shan and the others: "Are there formation cultivation, law cultivation, physical cultivation, and demon cultivation?"

Shen Zhexue glanced at him appreciatively.

These types of cultivators do not need to be connected with the magic weapon, so the situation is the most flexible.

The people in Hanshan looked at each other, and one of them raised his hand tremblingly: "Does it count as a chef?"

Pei Jing: "...not counting."

Seeing that everyone was silent, the chef shrank his head in embarrassment, and pointed down: "The one that fell is the array repair."

Most of Taiqingzong's sword cultivators came out this time, almost all of them were sword cultivators, and then there was Le Xiu who played the flute, Fu Xiu who spoke foul language, and Leng Wenyan, a medical cultivator who played with a whip.

Shen Zhexue knew that Peak Lord Shen was also a sword cultivator in the past, but his skill of controlling the sword five feet above the ground was not enough.

To be honest, it's not that the monks present are too weak, but that there is no such precedent in the cultivation world.

Cutting off the connection between the natal magic weapon and its owner in such a short period of time can be regarded as an evil move.

"Guzhen, how are you?" Yu Ting suddenly asked the silent junior sister.

Qin Guzhen took a look at him and said coldly, "It's still okay."

Zou Chi surrounded the inn from all directions, and the people in the city were nowhere to be found.

Everyone in Hanshan looked at Yu Ting in charge.

Yu Ting didn't have much actual combat experience, and he was a talisman cultivator, so he couldn't hold back his face, so he didn't say a word.

Pei Jing surveyed the situation and quickly said: "This place is for defense, everyone stands in a circle! Five people form a circle, according to the cultivation level, the inner and outer circles are divided into high and low points, and the enemy is defended in rotation! The three of you stand in the middle!"

Shen Zhexue was pulled by Taiqingzong's sword cultivator, and was immediately protected by Tuantuan.

At such a juncture, no one can care about the difference between sects, the most important thing is to save one's life.

Under Pei Jing's command, the rising stars of cultivating immortals began to actively resist. Their natal weapons failed, and they could only rely on the most primitive aura to transform into form and Taoist art.

Fortunately, although those goblins look terrifying, their attack power is not too strong.

Shi Yuan helped a fellow Taoist Hanshan avoid a sneak attack, while Shen Zhexue used the ruler that he usually gave Shi Yuan to pretend to be in class to smash one down.

Turning around to see Tuesday also squeezed to the front, the edge wood sword swept away, barely counting as a combat power.

"Bang!" Chef Xiu swung his big spoon and knocked a dent in the head of Zou Chi.

The monsters are not strong, but the number is too large. At this time, the spirit stones in Shen Zhexue's hands have all turned into ordinary stones, and he can't shoot people with stones.

Seeing that there were more and more of those walkers gathering, after a few hours, several disciples with lower cultivation bases were exhausted.

This kind of pure aura attack is far less efficient than that transformed by a medium.

The two disciples of Hanshan and Taiqing lacked strength and almost couldn't stand still. Leng Wenyan pushed them to the inner circle, and he took the position of the three of them by himself.

At this time, the few people in the outer circle were already dripping with sweat, and their bodies were getting more and more wounds.

Qin Guzhen, who was second only to Shen Zhexue and the others, took a step forward, but was reprimanded by Yu Ting, "Back off!"

Qin Gu's face was really moved, she gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't need it now, when will you wait?"

With a push, Leng Wenyan was forcibly replaced.

Qin Guzhen, who was dressed in red, turned her palms, and her fingers hooked up several times to form a tactic. She chanted loudly: "Yin and yang change positions, the timing is not right—"

In an instant, a clear spirit swept all directions.

The walkers who had climbed up to the top of the inn made strange noises, and fell down one after another like dust being shaken off.

"Are you the one who descended from the emperor?" Leng Wenyan, who was panting, hugged Qin Guzhen, who fell backwards. Qin Guzhen's face was like gold paper, and her body couldn't stop shaking, as if her spiritual energy had been exhausted. .

Dizi Jiangxi's cultivation method is between Taoism cultivation and formation cultivation, and it requires extremely high talents.

Their disciples are all by chance, and they become the elders' heirs as soon as they get started.

Except for necessary missions outside, there are very few disciples of the Emperor's son descending outside. Most of them live in the sect all their lives, and they don't move out even if they become Taoist couples.

Just being able to breathe for a moment, several exclamations came out in succession: "Look, you look at the sky!"

Everyone looked up, and at some point, the blood color in the sky gradually faded, and a thin white light could be seen faintly in the east, which was a sign of dawn.

However, on the zenith not far from them, a huge black vortex suddenly appeared.

The vortex was slowly turning, and the broken arms and stumps of the monsters on the ground seemed to be attracted by the vortex, flying towards the black hole one after another.

Everyone's attention was on the top of the sky, and there were a few bangs, and there was a deafening explosion from the disciples of Hanshan Taiqingzong!

The disciple of the Taiqing Sect held the bloody hole in his waist and struggled, "Yes... it's the Evil Detecting Orb..."

Pei Jing's pupils shrank, and the black vortex reflected in his eyes had already swallowed up those evil spirits.

The center of the vortex is faintly visible like water tumbling.

Han Shan Yu Ting was much older, but he had never seen such a scene.

He never imagined that this seemingly perfunctory task would involve such a crisis.

The black vortex stopped spinning.

There was no sound, and in the extreme silence, a black waterfall poured down——

"run--"

Pei Jing suddenly turned her head and shouted, "Take the wounded! Run—!"

The evil flow, even the power of transforming gods, would not take it lightly.

It was a nightmare that even the fairy courts above the realm and beyond the void could not resist.

There were dense and complete walks on the ground, but everyone ignored it and swooped outward.

The evil flow is like water, if you are submerged by a pocket head, you will die instantly.

And if it is swallowed by the atomized evil flow, it is very likely that it will lose its mind and become a walking dead.

Leng Wenyan took advantage of the situation to support Qin Guzhen, and the disciples of the Taiqing ran away from Heixuan with their wounded.

On the other side of Hanshan, a disciple helped his fellow disciples, but there were no one to take care of the other two who were wounded by the blast. They could only cry and beg their brothers and sisters to take him away.

Pei Jing was about to take Shen Zhexue with her, when she turned her head and saw such a scene, she struggled.

He can't bring so many people.

Shen Zhexue grabbed Pei Jing's wrist and said, "Give me a little spiritual energy, and you take them away."

Shen Zhexue had never dealt with such a huge evil current. He had seen the illustrations in the history of cultivation, and felt that Little Heavenly Tribulation was nothing more than that.

Pei Jing's eyes were like lightning, but he made a decision in an instant. He suddenly poured spiritual energy into Shen Zhexue, and turned his head to pull the two injured patients.

The evil current is pouring in, and the only way to escape is to escape.

Fortunately, the evil black hole was still some distance away from them, so they wouldn't be too late to avoid it. They shuttled and leaped around the house, chasing after them with sharp teeth and claws, and in a blink of an eye, everyone was dying.

Shen Zhexue felt Pei Jing's aura, together with the ones he had originally saved, it might be able to stop the tide of evil.

He gradually slowed down, deliberately lagging behind.

But even so, there must be mist after the wave, and how many of these people can survive is still purely luck.

——Escape is the best policy.

Shen Zhexue knocked down a goblin with one punch, and the back of his hand was drenched in blood from being scratched by that thing's claws.

Shi Yuan was picked up by a Hanshan disciple in front of him.

Pei Jing helped up the Taiqing disciple who was leading Shiyuan, and the same spiritual energy passed by, and the disciple said in a hoarse voice: "Senior brother, I can't run anymore, let me go!"

Shen Zhexue also heard Shiyuan say to the short-breathing disciple Hanshan: "You let me down too."

Hanshan's disciple in red was silent for a while, and said, "Farewell, I can still run for a while."

How could this group of heaven's favored children have experienced such a scene, the daily sparring, the arena competition between the sects, they were all point-to-point.

Even if they have done evil missions, there are still elders leading the team. No matter how hostile Taiqing Hanshan is, their generation is nothing more than youthful vigor and has never really committed a crime.

"Put your head down!" Pei Jing actually cursed, and looked up at the hanging black waterfall, "He's not dead yet, at worst I'll be blown up and divided—"

The sword cultivator exploded his sword, and his aura flourished, but that was almost like sending half his life away.

"No, it's flooding! Xiangdong—"

boom--! !

The earth trembled.

Shen Zhexue was patted aside by the billowing heat wave, and looked behind in disbelief.

Someone actually activated the technique to forcibly detonate the cultivation base of the shouting Hanshan disciple!

Behind the cloud of blood mist was the spiritual energy belonging to the cultivator, forming a spiritual wall around it, blocking the evil breath coming from behind.

However, the wall only existed for three short breaths before dissipating into pieces of golden light.

"You!" Pei Jing stared at Yu Ting with his head covered in blood.

Yu Ting's face remained unchanged, he snorted coldly, grabbed Shi Yuan who fell beside him, and pushed back with enough spiritual energy!

In an instant, Shen Zhexue's blood rushed backwards, and she jumped up like a conditioned reflex, and grabbed Shi Yuan who was flying upside down.

The evil mist surged up!

"Master——" Shi Yuan's dantian was forcibly injected with a domineering spiritual energy by Yu Ting, and he felt that the puppet was about to explode. He grabbed Shen Zhexue's front, "Master, go quickly, I want—"

Shen Zhexue could temporarily deal with the evil current, but she couldn't deal with Shi Yuan's immediate crisis.

The east suddenly turned white, and a ray of morning light pierced the red veil.

After a night of hard work, dawn dawned.

Wherever the light of the sky reaches, the evil tide ebbs and the evil things collapse.

"—give him a sword!"

Leng Wenyan noticed that the long whip in his hand had a spiritual breath, and said loudly: "Sword energy guides the spirit! Give him a sword!!"

There may be a ray of life under the evil mist, Pei Jing forcefully urged the splitting and clear water, but the recovery of spiritual breath was too slow, his sword only flew a few meters away before landing with a clang.

He tried his best to throw the edge wood away on Tuesday, but couldn't do so due to distance restrictions.

Shen Zhexue seemed to be lying on a burning coal in his arms.

He needs a sword!

Shen Zhexue felt severe pain in his head... It is impossible for Peak Master Shen to not have a sword, and the sword cultivator never leaves his body. He has never heard the group of Taiqingzong mention his sword.

Then his natal sword is likely to be sealed in the body together with the aura.

The silver nails on the ear bones were as hot as magma, but they were not as uncomfortable as Shi Yuan.

a sword...

"Master!" Shi Yuan pushed Shen Zhexue hard, panting, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a white light flashed -

His master actually grabbed a long sword out of thin air!

"That is……"

Pei Jingtuo fell to his knees on the ground, his knees bleeding as if he didn't feel it.

Han Shan Yuting murmured in disbelief: "Impossible..."

The long sword in Shen Zhexue's hand was shining brightly, the blade was thin and narrow, and the spiritual energy surrounding it was like the wind turning into rain, moistening the long front.

The sword was more than four feet long, and on the blade near the hilt, a few green willow leaf shadows could be seen.

The willow shadows in the long pavilion, the leaves drink hate.

It was the natal saber of Xiang Yinli, the head of Hanshan Mountain. It was broken into two parts in the chaos, and it was restrained by Yan Yuanhan, the elder of the Taiqing, and it was the leader of the world's famous soldiers in the old legends——

Don't Changting?

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Shi Yuan: Master, I'm going to split!

Shen Zhexue: ...