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

Shi Yuan and Shen Zhexue stood side by side, and the magic energy and spiritual power were fused into one stream and sent into the mirror.

Ripples and water patterns swayed from the mirror surface layer by layer, and the rebounding resisting spiritual power became stronger and stronger.

Those spiritual powers were fused with the obsessions of the world when he asked the hexagram. Shen Zhexue had a splitting headache, and countless whispers rang in his ears, which gradually turned into thousands of wailing and screaming.

The frenzied voice hit his sea of ​​consciousness, and sweat slid down his temples.

Zhou Ling looked at the two of them worriedly, and Yuanmu sword was clenched tightly in his hand.

Yan Yuanhan, who was sitting on the ground, raised his eyes and saw the sword that looked like a tattered stick, and asked, "Is this given to you by Bo Ziyi?"

"..." Zhou Ling was taken aback.

Yan Yuanhan said: "He deliberately found this tree back then, since it belongs to him, he should be cautious."

The puppet silver thread was inadvertently planted in Elder Yan's body. He originally wanted Zhou Ling to beware of all things that came from the emperor's descendant.

But judging from Zhou Ling's expression, it seemed that he didn't know that this sword came from Bo Ziyi's hand.

When the name "Bo Ziyi", which has been dusty for nearly a thousand years, was mentioned from his mouth, it seemed that a narrow door of time was suddenly opened, and those dusty old memories were exposed to Lang Langri's head again.

Bo Ziyi once followed Zhou Minggui for a while.

His talent as a Lexiu was fully revealed after leaving the Xiangjian Huanlou, and he has a lot of experience in formations.

Le Dao has always focused on attacking, defending, magic, and formations. Bo Ziyi's guardian spirit screen is stronger and wider than other monks, and the matching formations are also unpredictable.

In the era of evil currents, the ability to protect one side has become very precious.

This is also the reason why Zhou Minggui and Xiang Guchun, who are known as Shuangjue, seldom cooperate even though they are from the same school.

Their swordsmanship is extremely fierce, and they are more suitable for killing evil things than protecting people.

Because of Xiang Guchun's temperament, he can take the path of master killing to the extreme, which is enough to replace defense with offense.

On the other hand, Zhou Ling, he has a little more risk of going crazy than Xiang Guchun.

The pure way of killing has too much to bear, and if he misses, there will be countless casualties. Even if Zhou Ling changed his kendo and learned to attack and defend, he was mostly injured in rescue tasks.

Bo Ziyi checked the location of Shenmu in Taiqing Zongshu Pavilion, and that was when Zhou Ling was seriously injured and bedridden.

The reason why Yan Yuanhan recognized it was precisely because he saw the sketch of Yuanmu Sword by chance. Na Lexiu went back and forth to Hanshan many times to ask Xiang Guchun to revise the drawing in order to keep improving, just like a real swordsmith .

The appearance of Bo Ziyi filled the gap in Zhou Ling's defense. From then on, Zhou Ling could stand with a sword in front, the music lingered behind him, and the spiritual screen was indestructible.

They used to be very close partners.

It's a pity that times have changed, and after Bo Ziyi was descended by the emperor and the suzerain figured out that he was the man of destiny, the two separated from then on, and the wooden sword lost its meaning.

Immediately afterwards, the two defended in two places. Although they both survived, they never had the chance to meet again.

After the sadness of the emperor's descendant came back, Yan Yuanhan saw Sang Qi many times, and three years later, he and Jun Rujing became Taoist couples.

Later, when Jun Rujing lived in seclusion behind the scenes, Yan Yuanhan thought that his hexagrams might have violated the way of heaven.

Jun Rujing is fulfilling Sangqi's vision with his life.

After not practicing the ruthless way, Yan Yuanhan would occasionally think of some old things. He is not a nostalgic person, but memories of the past will also emerge inadvertently.

Fragmented scenes cannot be pieced together into a past.

He had inadvertently seen Jun Rujing and his disciple hanging silk ribbons with each other's names on them under the longevity tree.

At that time, Elder Yan's heart was not broken, and he was still indifferent to what he saw and heard. Thinking about it afterward, he could only regard it as an irreparable miss.

It's just that he still remembers that Zhou Minggui swore to him back then: "Zi Yi is a very good person."

He also patted his chest to make sure that Tai Qingzong would not give Lexiu an additional spirit seal for surveillance.

The back of Bo Ziyi's neck has been imprinted for decades, and Zhou Ling hopes that he can be truly free.

But until the emperor Jiangxi fully understood Taiqingzong's great formation to protect the mountain, when Leng Sanqiu confronted Jun Rujing face to face, the handsome Jingjun Siming, who was too good to be like a mortal, just smiled faintly and fell into disbelief. It's just a sentence of "it's your own fault".

People are always changing.

Yan Yuanhan thought, no matter who it is, it is changing.

A strange wave came from the sealed gate, Shen Zhexue and Shi Yuan groaned almost at the same time, and were pushed back by the mirror force.

Behind Shen Zhexue is the formation gate, Shi Yuan quickly hugged him with his eyes, and was about to bump into the vermilion formation gate.

The spirit flower grows from the facade, trying to pierce into the flesh and blood of the two.

Shen Zhexue slapped the door with a palm of spiritual power, and the recoil pulled them out of the spirit flower, but still pulled out a slender line of blood.

The spirit flower is full of blood, and it blooms more and more luxuriantly and brightly.

There were already large cracks on the Moon Soul Mirror, but the backlash came unexpectedly.

The mirror is a dead thing, but the formation door is a three-party sect.

Shen Zhexue stood up and looked at the suddenly fluctuating gate, already guessing in her heart.

Taiqing Hanshan is trying to weaken the big formation under the formation, in order to realize that the big formation of the emperor Jiangxi can be broken through more easily by the moon soul mirror.

Shen Zhexue and Shi Yuan looked at each other, and once again met the surging spiritual power of the Moon Soul Mirror.

Emperor Taiqing.

Leng Sanqiu stared at the shining gate with silver light, his expression remained unchanged, but for the first time, he said to Leng Wenshu beside him: "Do you know what kind of scenery the upper cultivation world was like in the past?"

Leng Wenshu, with pale lips, was born in the Lower Cultivation Realm, so he naturally had no chance to meet him, so he said, "I also ask my father to teach me."

"There are thousands of spirits, and the garden is full of purple energy." Leng Sanqiu said with emotion: "Immortals, birds, flowers and trees can also obtain human bodies, and swords and magic tools can transform spirits. Cultivators sit on the ground and roam the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. If you meditate and practice, you are expected to realize the Dao and soar."

He also said: "At that time Taiqing Han Mountain was one body, worshiped from all directions, and it was truly the number one sect in the world."

Leng Wenshu lowered his hands and listened quietly, lowering his eyebrows and eyes.

"The Upper Cultivation Realm is only moderately lucky, but it has such blessings. I don't know what kind of extraordinary Qi is in the Supreme Immortal Court."

Leng Sanqiu grabbed a handful of silver flower phantoms, "True immortals claim to save the world, but they don't know that this evil disaster may be God's will."

"God's will?" Leng Wenshu said: "The child is dull."

"The Underworld, the Human World, the Upper Cultivation World, and the Immortal Court." Leng Sanqiu read one by one, "The underworld bears the turbid air of the three realms, and there are few living beings except ghosts and ghosts who practice meditation. If there is not one, it will consume a hundred years. And the monks of the upper cultivation world who ascend to the heavenly way need to practice quietly and not be contaminated by the cause and effect of the ordinary world, but those who ascend to the fairy court are even more rare."

The phantom of the silver flower slowly stretched under his palm.

"The evil current comes to break the shackles of the interface."

Leng Sanqiu narrowed his eyes, and his tone of voice rose a little, "From now on, the luck of heaven and earth, the aura of earth veins, will gather in the new upper realm of cultivation, and from now on we will be—the Dao of Heaven."

Leng Wenshu folded his sleeves and bowed his body, saying: "Congratulations to my father's great plan, and his wish has been fulfilled."

"I know you have resentment in your heart." Leng Sanqiu looked at his son-in-law, "People in the lower cultivation world are greedy, have a lot of desires, and harm the heart of the Tao. The acquaintance is a gift from God, and I have to accept it as a father."

Of the two Leng brothers and sisters, Leng Wenyan's temperament is more like that of his biological mother, with a long whip in his hand, she is the pretty and heroic woman.

And Leng Wenshu's eyes are almost carved in the mold of her mother, which is also the most beautiful part of her.

When the usually resolute and resolute eyes looked over, they added a bit of gentleness. It seemed that it was a treasure that did not belong to the filthy cultivation world. It reminded Leng Sanqiu of the essence of flames frozen in ice crystals.

And now Leng Sanqiu can see through Leng Wenshu's brows the beautiful shadow of that woman from before.

It was precisely because of this that he chose to bring Leng Wenshu to the Upper Cultivation Realm.

"Your formation is not bad here, but the aura in the upper cultivation world is surging, and your bones are not good. You have to practice behind closed doors in the future, so don't fall into the reputation of being too clear."

Leng Wenshu was very grateful and knelt down, saying: "Father, my child is so lucky to have your promise, it's just..."

He suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, "It's just that children are not blessed to suffer!"

The ring in his hand was slapped down on the ground, Leng Sanqiu's feet lit up with spiritual light, Qingluan jinghuahua radiated brilliantly, and the Soul Locking Array covered the sky and covered the earth, submerging Leng Sanqiu in it.

Then thousands of long swords hung upside down, with awe-inspiring killing intent, and went straight to Leng Sanqiu's vitals!

The big formation shook violently, the smoke dispersed, but a suppressed scream was heard, and the two figures fell out together and hit the admonition stone wall.

Leng Sanqiu said coldly: "Idiot."

Leng Wenshu coughed up a big mouthful of blood, looked at Pei Jing who suddenly appeared in disbelief, and asked in a voice, "Why are you here?!"

Just now Pei Jing flashed out suddenly and blocked Leng Wenshu's blow. At this time, blood was dripping, but he still held Leng Wenshu's shoulder firmly and said, "Follow me."

Leng Wenshu almost died of anger, he deliberately dismissed Pei Jing today to prevent him from getting involved, who would have thought that this person would still quietly follow them, and he did not know what method he used to hide it from Leng Sanqiu's perception .

"Master, all the disciples heard what you just said." Pei Jing said to Leng Sanqiu.

Leng Sanqiu was very calm, and said: "Pei Jing, it's okay if you know, I intended to pass on the Taiqing sect to you, and you have a place in the upper cultivation world."

He stopped not far from the two of them, and said softly: "As long as you kill him, I will treat you as if you never showed up today."

Pei Jing was startled, her eyes were blood red.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Master, are all the precepts of Taiqingzong's salvation in the past false?"

Leng Sanqiu was amiable, like a strict and benevolent teacher in the sect, and nodded to him: "Of course I lied to you children."

"Pei Jing!" Leng Wenshu grabbed Pei Jing's arm tightly.

Leng Wenshu's eyes were reflected in the split sword light.

puff-

Blood splattered, Pei Jing put down Leng Wenshu, who was leaning back, and stood up.

A string of vermilion flowed down the sword like autumn water.

Leng Sanqiu nodded in satisfaction, gathered his spiritual power and walked towards the ancient formation.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, the ice blade hung high, and a magnificent sword curtain opened in the air.

Pei Jing struck with all his strength, and the sword curtain came crashing down!

"When did you learn Xiangguchun's trick?"

Leng Sanqiu fought back with a flick of his sleeve, even though half of his body's spiritual power was above the gate at this time, it was still too easy to deal with Pei Jing.

Pei Jing flew out all over.

Snowflakes covered the sky, blocking everyone's sight.

Leng Sanqiu suddenly realized something was wrong, he suddenly looked at the stone platform beside the formation, but saw Leng Wenshu, who was soaked in blood, slap a teleportation circle into the stone lamp holder.

"What did you do?" Leng Sanqiu's expression changed.

Leng Wenshu smiled and remained silent.

With a whip of fire whipped away, Leng Sanqiu made a decisive decision, determined to kill Leng Wenshu now.

The flame lost control in the formation, and ignited from the stone platform again.

Layers of circles suddenly brightened, and a strange fragrance of grass and trees permeated the air.

"Leng Wenshu" leaned against the stone platform, coughing up blood and panting for breath.

And "Pei Jing" who flew out just now appeared in the smoke and said, "Whether it is the past or the future, your ruthless way really hasn't changed from the beginning to the end."

Leng Sanqiu reacted instantly.

These two people actually sang the tune "Tiao Hu Li Shan" and "Civet Cat" for the prince under his nose.

The flames burst and the fire swept through.

Leng Wenshu raised his hands to form a magic screen.

Behind him was Pei Jing, who was seriously injured and dying. The blue spiritual screen was melting at a high speed. Leng Wen turned around carelessly, knelt down in front of Pei Jing, and whispered something to him.

Pei Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, but then she felt the soft touch of her lips.

"you--"

Leng Wenshu sighed, "Sorry."

"Leng Wenshu!" A blue light flashed in Pei Jing's eyes, and he felt his world spinning for a while.

At the end of the field of vision, hot flames hit his face, scorching the hem of his clothes.

When his eyes lit up again, his limbs were in severe pain, and he felt as if he was in a pile of rocks.

But at the end of the chaotic rocks, there is a door glistening with blood.

Shen Zhexue fell unconscious on the ground, and Shi Yuan had turned into a huge monster to protect him firmly.

A cluster of flames ignited above the collapsed stone platform.

The misty scent of grass and trees smells extremely rich.

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The author has something to say:

Shen Zhexue: Prepare JPG for the number one.

Time Yuan: Relation√

Leng Wenshu: Tool man stone hammer.

Pei Jing: Old thugs!

The next chapter will continue with Memories.