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

"Senior Sister, where are we going?" Although Yinan was older than Zhong Er, but because he joined the school late, he still had to call Zhong Er Senior Sister.

Zhong'er stood beside the flying boat looking at the clouds boredly, and said after hearing the words: "Master is going to take us to the Floating Sky Realm."

"Floating Realm?" Yinan spent most of his time living in Leyuan City, his parents are mortals, and he has no spiritual roots, so he knows little about the cultivation world.

Zhong Er also understood, and patiently explained: "It is said that the Floating Realm is the secret realm of the Purple Mansion left behind by a certain powerful person who ascended 3 years ago. This Purple Mansion is as big as half the size of Zhongzhou. Rare treasures, spiritual beasts, magic circle, talismans, seals and heart formulas...there are everything you can expect, and it is the largest and richest one in the known secret realm."

"And the amazing thing is that it floats high in the sky, and it will move its position every once in a while. Its whereabouts are unpredictable, so it is called floating in the air."

Yi Nan suddenly said, "It's so powerful."

"However, the inside is also extremely dangerous. The Floating Realm opens every ten years, and countless cultivators die inside every time it opens." Zhong'er sighed.

Yinan was puzzled: "Then why do they still go?"

Zhong'er smiled and said: "Naturally, I'm looking for my own opportunity. The ultimate goal of a monk is to ascend, but this road is too difficult, and there are very few people who can succeed."

"Master said before that since the humble venerable ascended to the upper realm 700 years ago, there have been no successful ascensions in the seventeen states." Zhong'er put her hands on the railing and looked down at the passing Liuyun, "Now even The apprentice Jing He Taizun, who was most expected to ascend to the top, has also fallen..."

Yinan understood, "Master's trip to the Floating Realm is also for ascension?"

Zhong'er shook his head and looked towards the cabin with the curtains closed, "What Master wants to accomplish...is even more difficult than ascending."

inside the cabin.

Sang Yun looked at the two water mirrors not far away, drinking tea slowly.

Chu Linyuan should be in the main hall of Wushi Sect Master Peak, with the huge ink painting behind it overflowing with spiritual power.

"After the Dao Discussion Conference, all the sects and families were scared out of their wits, and even the elders in the Chongzheng League were much quieter." Chu Linyuan paused, and said: "According to what my disciple Shen Xi said, manipulating The person behind the Gu worm is Ning Fan, and there is a monk named Xie Jiu beside him, they colluded with Wang Bin and escaped."

"Ning Fan?" Sang Yun paused with his hand holding the teacup, drew a few random strokes on the table, and frowned, "500 years ago, he was just an inconspicuous little side branch patriarch of the Ning family."

Even Zen Master Mingsang shook his head, "I've never heard of this person."

"I heard about this person from Xingyuan." Chu Linyuan recalled: "He was Ning Chengfeng who was taken away from Ning Fan back then."

Sang Yun lowered his head and didn't know what to look at, frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Scumbag."

"It turned out to be such a person—" Chu Linyuan's tone could not be said to be angry or sad.

It was such an insignificant little person who ruined their painstakingly planned plan, and even appeared and disappeared like a shadow for 500 years... Suddenly everything they did seemed a little ridiculous.

A villain who has never been looked down upon by them.

Killing intent flashed in Chu Linyuan's eyes.

Sang Yun sighed and comforted them: "At that time, we were young and ignorant, and we had just returned to the Seventeen States from the mortal world. It was inevitable that there would be omissions in our complacency, and people would take advantage of our loopholes."

Chu Linyuan said in a deep voice: "Now even Jing and Taizun are... In any case, this person must be eliminated as soon as possible."

"The enemy is dark and we are clear. Besides, he has been dormant for 500 years. I am afraid it will not be so easy." Sang Yun said: "The other party is very cunning, this matter cannot be rushed."

The three discussed and exchanged news about each other. Zen Master Ming Sang said, "The Floating Realm has appeared in Zhenzhou, Kun Mansion these few days."

When he said this, both Sang Yun and Chu Linyuan fell silent in unison.

"Amitabha." Zen Master Ming Sang's eyes were slightly closed, and his tone was calm, "Why do you have to worry about it so much?"

Sang Yun put the tea cup down heavily.

"Sang Yun." Chu Linyuan frowned.

Sang Yun took a deep breath, and his tone was unusually stiff, "Yan Jinzhou is a casual cultivator with no family or sect. She didn't even have her only apprentice with her before she died. Why do you think we are worried?"

Sang Yun suddenly choked up: "It's still you who are monks who are merciful and save all living beings, but at the end of the day, you don't even have a piece of paper money—"

"Sang Yun." Chu Linyuan interrupted her, with a grim expression, "The most urgent thing is to solve the problem of Linglonggu in the floating realm."

Sang Yun forcibly stabilized his emotions, and said in a calm voice: "I have given the comment to Ning Chengfeng, and he will naturally take the child to the floating realm to find a way to reassure the soul, but... are we really going to do this?"

Zen Master Mingsang raised his hand and made a Buddhist salute, "Amitabha."

Chu Linyuan lowered his eyes, "Linglong bones are very important, and we don't have much time left."

Sang Yun was silent for a while before saying: "Yan Jinzhou died in Zhenzhou of Kun Mansion. Even if there is a floating realm, I would rather Chengfeng...may not be willing to go."

-

The climate in the seventeen states is different. The southern states have already begun to enter summer, and the breath of spring has only begun to appear near the swampy wasteland in the northwest.

Although Xiaoqiu Mountain occupies a "small" character, it occupies a very large area, most of which are in swamps and wastelands. Not only are miasma poisonous, but also monsters appear from time to time. Few people go there, but the side adjacent to Banyuan Town is There are many serene and peaceful spirits, and those monsters and miasma can't get through anyway.

"It is said that the immortals crossed the catastrophe here back then, and specially placed a barrier on it to keep those poisonous monsters on the other side." The townspeople who came across by chance seemed to recognize that they were the children of the newly moved family. , chatted enthusiastically. "Brother, what are you guys doing up the mountain?"

Feng Zizhang smiled and said, "Come dig wild vegetables."

The townsman is an ordinary person, he looks only 50 to [-] years old, with a simple and honest face, "Hey, but there are a lot of wild vegetables at this time, you can go there..."

"Thank you uncle!" Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang thanked him.

He was very enthusiastic to show Feng Zizhang and others the way, watching them walk all the way to the other side of Xiaoqiu Mountain, their figures disappeared suddenly, and then put away the smile on their faces.

"Hmph, if you come to dig Lingzhi, you will dig Lingzhi, and what kind of wild vegetables are you digging—" He spat at the side, bent down and used a hoe to shovel the thick mud on the soles of his shoes, but when he looked up, he was frightened by a person who suddenly appeared Jumped, "Ouch!"

The young man who appeared suddenly was wearing a luxurious-looking wide-sleeved black robe, with a piece of translucent but strange-looking white jade hanging from his waist. Like the sons and brothers of the family of cultivating immortals that he had seen before, they were noble and arrogant, as if everything could break their backs.

However, there was still a faint smile on the corner of this person's mouth, which was a little more sinister for no reason.

Ning Buwei let him scrutinize himself, and after his eyes showed a look of guard, he opened his mouth and said, "Where did you send those children?"

The townsman cupped his hands and said, "Oh my god, I'm new here too, I don't know."

"I don't know?" Ning Buwei twitched the corner of his mouth, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and said in a sinister tone, "Then I'll take off your human skin and crush your demon core, do you know?"

The townspeople's complexion changed drastically at first, and then they were startled by the black mist that suddenly rose behind Ning Buwei. They knelt down with a "plop", and said with tears, "Master Xianchang has a lot, and the little demon is here." I have practiced on the mountain for many years and have never harmed anyone, I just want to protect the spiritual plants on the mountain from disaster..."

Ning Buwei sneered and pulled out the Suzaku Knife, but he heard the other party continue to cry: "Xiaoqiushan was once blessed by Jing and Taizun, and his spiritual power is strong. Many spiritual creatures and spiritual plants have spontaneously produced spiritual wisdom, but at first he was unable to help himself. He was frequently picked and hunted by the townspeople, that's why the little demon came up with this trick..."

Ning Buwei paused, and looked at the unknown flower demon, "Blessed by Dejing and Taizun?"

"Five, 500 years ago, Jinghe Taizun once crossed the tribulation in this heart-slashing demon realm, and his Taoist heart was reshaped..." The little flower demon showed his true colors while sobbing.

This little flower demon is fair and beautiful, weak and boneless, with tears in her eyes, she raises her head and looks at him timidly, her beautiful red phoenix eyes are slightly hooked, and she looks almost like Chu Jun.

However, he was wearing colorful clothes, his eyes were full of tears, and he wanted to speak, which added a little bit of charm, which was very different from Chu Jun's cold and unkind appearance.

Ning Buwei frowned at how awkward he looked, but who knew that the little flower demon had the audacity to grab his sleeve, raised her face and said softly: "I swear to heaven that I never killed anyone. The children just entered an illusion, and they will be able to return to Banyuan Town after a few hours of detour, and please ask the fairy to let me wait for a way out!"

Ning Buwei mercilessly pulled out his sleeves, and said coldly, "Don't speak with such a face."

It was as if Chu Jun had been robbed.

The little flower demon froze for a moment, then reached out to touch her proud face, "Isn't this face pretty?"

Good-looking is naturally good-looking, but it depends on who puts it on.

It took him Zhang Fu to realize that this face is not the true face of the flower demon, and he felt unhappy immediately, "Where did you see this face?"

The flower demon said aggrievedly: "This is my face."

After speaking, I don't know where my brain twitched, but I felt that Ning Buwei would be confused by this face of my own, so I made a gesture to pull his hand, "If you fall in love with this face..."

"bass!"

Suzaku cut off a few of his petals with a narrow knife, and the little flower demon let out a cry of pain, and the colorful outer garment made of petals shattered.

Ning Buwei used the Suzaku narrow knife to pick up his chin and push people away, ready to peel off this fake and inferior face, his smile gradually became ferocious, "Your face?"

The flower demon trembled from the strong evil spirit on Suzaku's narrow knife, burst into tears immediately, and panicked: "I, I——hiccup!"

Ning Buwei noticed that his expression was wrong, and glanced around from the corner of his eye.

I saw a familiar figure standing not far away, the white clothes were floating and cold as loose, first glanced at the little flower demon's face, and then fell on him with neither salty nor indifferent eyes.

"Da! Ah!" Before Ning Buwei could make a move, a loud child's voice mixed with dog barking and exclamation sounded.

"Father, what are you doing!?" Feng Zizhang exclaimed heartbroken.

Ning Buwei lowered his head and glanced at the half-to-seven similar faces of the flower demon and Chu Jun. The other party knelt weakly on the ground, tears in his eyes, and his clothes were disheveled. He held a knife to the other party's throat, and there were messy rags under his feet. ——

He suddenly turned his head to look at Chu Jun.

Chu Jun's eyes were cold and expressionless.

Ning Buwei suddenly felt that the Suzaku narrow knife in his hand became a bit heavy.

He can explain, really.