After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

It was a quarter of an hour before Jiang Yi was holding the Yangling Bamboo straight and fell.

Ning Buwei was determined to use a fighting formation to force out the person behind the scenes, and the Soul Devouring Formation in his palm was ready to move.

Chu Jun held his hand.

Although Ning Buwei knew that he didn't want him to use the Soul Devouring Array casually, but when the warm and soft touch came from the palm of his hand, he still felt distracted for a moment.

Chu Jun's hand is the most beautiful hand he has ever seen, and of course... easy to touch.

Whether it was before or now, Chu Jun always seems to like stuffing things into his hands, and he usually doesn’t refuse, probably because the things stuffed are good things, but this time it’s Chu Jun’s hand, so it’s really not appropriate to just hold it like this After all, he was fighting, but he just let go, and he would rather not do it than be very happy.

At least the bastard on the opposite side who refused to show up for a long time didn't have a beautiful woman holding hands beside him.

Ning Buwei turned his head and glanced at Chu Jun, but met Chu Jun's slightly dull eyes. The dim candlelight cast a soft light on his side face, and the small shadow cast by his eyelashes swayed slightly.

So fucking good looking.

Ning Buwei felt that he was really superficial, and the formation controlled by his other hand was a little out of control, and he smashed towards the opposite side with full ferocity, and to some extent showed off.

There was a trace of doubt in Chu Jun's eyes, Ning Buwei raised his chin slightly at him, turned his head and continued to fight with a serious face, but in turn took his hand, and gently scratched his palm.

Just as Chu Jun was about to withdraw his hand, Ning Buwei's voice sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Hurry up."

As soon as the voice fell, the narrow tomb passage where everyone was in suddenly turned over. The instant it turned over, the blood lines connecting the back of Ning Buwei's hands converged into a line, directly connecting the people who were fighting with him.

The man smiled at him.

"Pei Heguang." Ning Buwei narrowed his eyes suddenly.

The place was flipped, and the battle formation was naturally interrupted, but obviously Pei Heguang didn't want the battle formation to end. Before everyone in the formation could react, they took a blood talisman into the ice coffin after the flip, and everyone was instantly weird The ground changed its position and turned into a standing posture facing the ice coffin, surrounding the ice coffin like stars arching the moon, and gradually began to lose control of its mind.

Ming Sang and Shen Xi also pulled out in time to avoid falling into the trap, and were ready to wait for an opportunity to save people. On the other side, Ning Buwei didn't rush forward, exchanged glances with Chu Jun, and prepared to join hands to break the formation.

At this moment, two black shadows suddenly descended from the sky and landed on the blood talisman in the ice coffin. Ning Buwei even saw with his own eyes that the complicated and complicated runes were smashed into a ball. Aggrieved, followed by a familiar and terrified cry.

"Father, ah, ah!"

For a moment, Ning Buwei turned around and left.

Why!Every fight!There are kids here to join in the fun! ! ?

Fortunately, he had a little bit of fatherly conscience to stop him, and didn't let him draw a knife on the spot and cut a hole to get in.

The first thing Jiang Yizheng saw was Chu Jun's body in the shape of Ning Buwei, and he immediately showed a rescued expression, dragged Yang Lingzhu down from the ice coffin, and leaned in front of the body , "Daddy!"

Chu Jun, who controlled his body, said, "...um."

Jiang Yizheng expressed shock at the fact that he was not scolded. After a moment of shock, he grabbed the sleeve of the body and did not let go, and asked in a low voice: "What is this place so scary?"

"Tomb." Chu Jun said concisely.

Jiang Yizheng was stunned, and slowly let go of his sleeve, and after a few breaths, he carefully pinched a small corner of his sleeve, and asked in a very small voice: "Tai, Tai Zun? "

Chu Jun glanced at her indifferently, "Yes."

Jiang Yizheng immediately behaved like a quail, not daring to move.

Although Taizun's temper is more than a little better than her father's, and she always turns to them when her father loses his temper, but she still thinks Taizun is very difficult to mess with, very... dangerous, her father might just beat him when he is angry If Tai Zun gets angry—although Tai Zun has never been angry so far—it may be far more than a simple beating.

Chu Jun manipulated his body and carried Jiang Yizheng and Yang Lingzhu behind him.

The blood array was destroyed, and the monks who were almost completely controlled finally woke up and saw clearly where they were now. There is no doubt that this is the real main tomb, and the owner of the tomb is lying in the ice coffin, quietly deep sleep.

"There seems to be a word in front of the ice coffin." Bu Qing from the Qingdan Sect was the closest to the ice coffin, and murmured, "The tomb of Yan Jinzhou... the unfilial disciples would rather not... stand here."

As her voice sounded, the noisy crowd fell silent in an instant.

"This is Yan Jinzhou's tomb?" Someone was surprised.

But most of the monks were very young, and they asked puzzledly, "Who is Yan Jinzhou?"

"Yan Jinzhou was a casual cultivator who was as famous as Ning Xingyuan back then, but this name...was a bad name."

"500 years ago, when people mentioned Ning Xingyuan, they would call him Mr. Xingyuan, but this Yan Jinzhou, although a genius in the sky, has a rebellious temperament, does not look like a female cultivator at all, and his cultivation methods are also very evil. It's just a ruthless witch who slaughtered Yan's entire family." Someone from Xie's family snorted coldly in a contemptuous tone.

"It turns out that she is Ning Buwei's master, no wonder she taught such a big devil."

"Everyone be quiet!" Shen Xi saw the commotion around him, "Although the fight is over, the people in the fight are still among us, so don't take it lightly."

After she said this, the tomb room suddenly became quiet, and they looked at each other in blank dismay.

In the huge tomb, nearly a hundred monks followed Shen Xi and took up most of the space. Ning Fan took up a corner by himself. On the opposite side was Zen Master Ming Sang who had been keeping calm. In front of the ice coffin was the body of a "child" , followed by Jiang Yizheng and Yang Lingzhu.

The forces in the four directions are clearly divided, but the formation in the tomb is treacherous and changeable, and the person hiding in the dark has not shown up for a long time. Obviously, no one intends to act rashly.

"Chu Bai found the flying boat." Chu Jun said in Ning Buwei, "Pei and Guang should have seen through this situation a long time ago."

"If you see through him, don't even think about going out today." Ning Buwei's tone turned cold.

Because the two of them were tied together by Yan Jinzhou's bloodline and connected by a Taoist deed, Chu Jun naturally also saw the memories left by Yan Jinzhou. Evidence that the sixth person does exist.

But people who can design both Ning Xingyuan and Yan Jinzhou are definitely not kind.

"This Pei Heguang may not be the real body." Chu Jun reminded him, "I don't realize that this is a body. His cultivation level may be higher than mine, and the soul should be able to withdraw at any time."

Ning Buwei frowned.

There are only a handful of monks in the Hinayana period in the seventeen states, and there are almost no monks above the Hinayana. In the past few hundred years, Ning Buwei has encountered very few fusions. It's not uncommon for the Hinayana period and the Hinayana period to be combined, but now there are still great powers above the Hinayana.

Ning Buwei was very upset that his son, a kid who wets the bed every day and can't walk, was so missed by others.

"There is a piece of the Suzaku Broken Knife on my master, it is obviously aimed at me, he can't hold back." Ning Buwei squinted his eyes, and there was a small black bug between his fingers, "I'll get the Broken Knife, you first Don't expose it to him."

Chu Jun didn't let go, this Gu Chong would rather not think it was obviously improved for himself, it seems that he planned to use it on Pei Heguang's Yuanshen, hurting the enemy one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred.

Ning Buwei turned his head to look at him.

Chu Jun said, "I have a solution."

"I know you have a way, but it will definitely make him realize that you are not dead, so the previous scene will be for nothing?" Ning Buwei licked the corner of his mouth at him, "You are my trump card, you have to hide it well. gone."

Chu Jun's gaze clearly disapproved, and as a result, Ning Wuwei's spiritual consciousness suddenly entered his sea of ​​consciousness in the next moment, plundering a large amount of spiritual power, and then the spiritual consciousness spread out and wrapped his spiritual consciousness very domineeringly He stopped for a while, and then ran away coolly while he was in a daze.

Chu Jun froze for a moment, Ning Buwei let go of his hand and rushed out.

"..." Jing and Taizun narrowed their eyes.

Ning Buwei's movements were extremely fast, as soon as he stretched out his hand when he jumped up in the air, the Suzaku narrow knife that was pretending to be in his hand flew into his hand in an instant, and then rushed straight towards Yan Jinzhou's ice coffin with the knife.

Almost at the moment when he made a move, Zen Master Ming Sang, Ning Fan, and Shen Xi all made moves, but Ming Sang and Shen Xi intended to stop him, and Ning Fan wanted to open the coffin first, but the three Everyone was blocked by the formation in the tomb controlled by Ning Buwei.

Seeing that Ning Buwei was about to touch the ice coffin, Pei Heguang, who had been quietly watching what happened in the crowd, finally made a move, and almost instantly raised his sword to block Ning Buwei.

Ning Buwei sneered, and slashed at him with a knife, but he easily deflected it by raising his hand.

"Chengfeng, long time no see." Pei Heguang easily held the Suzaku narrow knife, and showed him a familiar and gentle smile.

Ning Buwei's face changed suddenly, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"I am who you think I am." Pei Heguang didn't seem to have any plans to fight him.

Ning Buwei stared at him closely, unwilling to let go of the slightest change of expression on his face, but he couldn't find any loopholes.

This look is too familiar to him, from the first time he saw each other since he was five years old, to the last time he thought it was a normal time to leave home.

The Suzaku Knife has never been so heavy in Ning Buwei's hands. He tried his best to stabilize his mind, but his voice still couldn't help trembling, "What the hell are you—"

There was a little more helplessness in Pei Heguang's eyes, but his voice was very gentle, "You always wanted me to show up, so here I am."