After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

The thick fog was thick, Wei Qing went straight down to the entrance of the Yourot Cave, kicked over the two Senior Brothers of the Fourth Hall guarding the outermost layer, and broke into the barrier on the inner layer.

He has encountered many adventures, and now he has just realized the Mahayana realm, and he is already a leader among the disciples of Ziyun Sect, his cultivation level leaves others far behind.

It's just that he is usually used to hiding his cultivation, but now he can't care so much. Anyone who blocks him counts as one, and they all fall to the ground.

After wounding five senior brothers one after another, Wei Qing was stopped by Wang Lu at the innermost level.

Wang Lu had the token to enter the cave in his hand, and without inputting instructions, it was even more difficult than ascending to heaven if he wanted to break through the eight yin and eight yang formations alone and break the barrier at the entrance of the cave.

Wei Qing was frustrated, and didn't bother to talk nonsense to him. He raised his hand with a mighty momentum, and the gold flow in his palm rolled. He grabbed Wang Lu's neck and said, "Open the door!"

Wang Lu looked at him, and said in an unusually calm tone, "Let go, I'll open the door for you."

Wei Qing froze for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and let go.

He didn't expect Wang Lu to be one of the disciples with higher talents in the upper four halls, even if he was not his opponent.But it won't be as soft as it is now.

Wang Lu directly removed the barrier without Wei Qing's urging, and soon, the machine was booming, and the cave door opened. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, as if he invited Wei Qing to come.

Wei Qing glanced at him with a frown, swallowed his doubts, lowered his head to summon little Ah Zi, and flew in like an arrow.

Behind him, the fog at the entrance of the cave was closed again, and Wang Lu showed a strange smile.

Little AhZi ran all the way with a familiar road, encountered rotten things blocking the way, Wei Qing all used magic weapons to clear the way, and arrived at the place where An Sheng was imprisoned in a short time.

Wei Qing jumped off the chariot, pointed at the void and cursed: "An Sheng, you bastard, get out of here, young master."

The rotting things around heard people's voices and gathered one after another. Wei Qing got angry and swept around wildly, but a clearing was cleared. He realized that the place was not as clean as before, and there were no piles of rotting meat.

A huge chain slowly descended from the dark void, An Sheng was still trapped in the chain, his face looked much older than before, he sighed and said: "Wei Siying, you have such a big battle, you want to kill the whole cave. All the rotten things are brought in?"

Wei Qing laughed back angrily: "Dragon dog thief, are you also afraid of death? You asked me to find An Zechuan for you, and I found it for you, but what about you? You lied to me! Master will recover after taking the Guanyuan Scarlet Nightmare Pill, but why didn't he recover? Tell me, why!"

An Sheng didn't speak, and coughed twice uncontrollably, which made the chains rattle.

Two rotten things lined up rushed towards them, and were slapped away by Wei Qing's palm.

An Sheng looked at him quietly, with a hint of a smile in his eyes: "Soon, your cultivation has reached Mahayana, right?"

Wei Qing didn't answer, a gray snake flew from the sky, he jumped up and volleyed to fight with it, for a moment the energy in the cave fluctuated, and the golden shadow streamed.

An Sheng said again: "That's right, I lied to you, that elixir has no effect on Mo Xuanfang."

With two sounds of "swipe", the snake's body was chopped off by Wei Qing, and it collapsed.

Wei Qing landed lightly, with his back to An Sheng, like a stiff sculpture.

Everything in front of me is like a rotten gate to hell, only corruption and disillusionment remain.

An Sheng didn't seem to know his state of mind, so he continued: "For ordinary people, the Guanyuan Scarlet Nightmare Pill can indeed restrain the mortal roots, but for Mo Xuanfang, it can only temporarily reduce the demonic energy in his body, and wants to get rid of it... Hehe, in time, instead of eradicating it completely, the Guanyuan Scarlet Nightmare Pellet will actually cause his demonic energy to skyrocket, ahem...by then..."

His voice stopped abruptly, a lingering long sword was already pressed against his throat, piercing through his collar, the tip of the sword was dotted with a cold light, but it stuck in his throat like a ten thousand catty boulder, making it difficult to breathe.

Wei Qing leaned closer and said hoarsely, "Why?"

"Because...ahem...because of my Emperor Hongying, the Dragon Emperor's curse." An Sheng said with difficulty, his face flushed.

Wei Qing drew his long sword away and stared at An Sheng: "What is the Dragon Emperor's curse?"

An Sheng took a few breaths, but there was a gleam in his eyes: "The curse of the Dragon Emperor is the curse that the Dragon Lord gathered all the dragon people's grievances before he died, and poured it into the blood of the golden dragon. This curse will be engraved on all the dragon people. In my memory, in my blood and bones, until the power of resentment makes the spell come true, I will never die."

The corner of Wei Qing's mouth twitched: "What is the spell?"

"My blood was reborn for eighteen years, and the dragon rode the blood rain for 30 years." An Sheng looked at him and smiled, "So as long as you are still around, he will die forever."

"You already knew that I had the blood of the golden dragon in my body, didn't you?" Wei Qing grabbed his collar, "I'm going to kill you."

"Yes..." An Sheng said without any hesitation, "I have been with Lord Long for 200 years, and I knew you the first time I saw you."

"I am going to kill you!"

"Oh, I can finally let him go." An Sheng looked at Wei Qing, his eyes suddenly darkened, his old breathing was as weak as a broken bellows intermittently, "I don't need you to do it myself, I have already killed myself in three days Before, I just waited to swallow my last breath after seeing you."

Wei Qing widened his eyes and let go of his collar.

An Sheng really looked like an old dragon whose tendons had been stripped, he couldn't stand stably, and he slid down the chain, but the chain was locked tighter because of his sliding, supporting his half-slumped body.

"Longjun..." An Sheng called out with trembling lips, "An Sheng has waited here for 500 years, and finally lived up to your entrustment, so you can go there with peace of mind."

Wei Qing opened his mouth wide, rushed over and hugged An Sheng's body tightly and said, "Don't die, you must know the way to crack it, please tell me how to save my master? I will promise you whatever you want me to do. "

An Sheng raised his eyelids reluctantly: "I want you to be the master of the Dragon Clan and the Dragon Emperor, are you willing?"

"I am willing..." Wei Qing raised An Sheng's head on his shoulder indiscriminately, "I am willing to do anything, please tell me quickly, how can I save my master?"

An Sheng closed his eyes with a smile, and murmured: "Hongying, did you hear that? It's a pity...he is not you after all..."

An Sheng's head slipped from Wei Qing's shoulder, and he fell into the chains in a twisted posture. The chains bound him even tighter, making him deeply embedded in the copper pillar, and he remained in a twisted position forever. pose.

An Sheng died, and Emperor Hongying who followed him stayed forever in Youfu Cave, the place closest to the gate of hell.

A piece of white dragon-shaped jade fell from his dead chain to the ground.

Wei Qing grabbed the jade in his hand, and a shrill dragon roar shook the sky.

Wherever the golden light passed, the rotten things fled in all directions, but they couldn't escape Wei Qing's palm, turning into puddles of flesh.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you all!" In the desperate chase to vent his anger, seven phantoms appeared around Wei Qing's body, appearing and disappearing in the fleeting shadows.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Qing almost collapsed on top of little Ah Zi, and flew out of the Yourot Cave.

Considering that he would have to come and go here frequently in the future, Wei Qing pulled himself together and took away Wang Lu's defense token and asked for instructions.

Back to Zeyunju, as expected, it collapsed into the sky.

The sleeping spell only lasts for two hours at most, and Mo Xuan Fang Da Luo's golden body might wake up in a short while, and he has already returned to his own palace.

Wei Qing went to take a bath in the warm water pool alone, lying on the warm and humid stone platform, thinking of the days in Ziyunzong for so many years, thinking of Mo Xuanfang, he burst into tears.

Slowly, he felt the abundance of spirit energy in the spirit pool, and the violent energy in his heart was relieved a lot, and he meditated for another half an hour. When he came out, he could barely pull himself together.

Although he was still depressed when he thought of the Dragon Emperor's Blood Curse, he thought about it again, everything in this world was born and restrained by each other, as long as he searched hard, he couldn't guarantee that he would not find a way to break it. How could he give up lightly until the last moment.

Standing by the window, he played bamboo weaving for a while by himself, and then played "Drunken Country Spring", and suddenly he felt the composer's mood in his heart. The eyes of the drunk lying on the battlefield are soft.

The snowy top of Yukun at night is incomparably holy, but the climate in Zeyunju is always just right and slightly humid.

This is a sacred place nourished by eternal spiritual energy, and what Mo Xuanfang gave him is always the best in the world.

Wei Qing put on the invisibility cloak and walked to Mo Xuanfang's dormitory. At least until he found a way to break it, he could use dragon blood to temporarily suppress the demonic energy for him. It would be reassuring to do a little bit for him.

Since he returned to Ziyun Palace four months ago, recuperating his wounds, traveling, and cultivating crazily after returning, he has not carefully looked at the surrounding environment for a long time. I wonder if it is because of the night, Mo Xuanfang's bedroom looks a bit strange. strangeness.

Wei Qing faintly felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't move any further.It turns out that Mo Xuanfang also set up the eight yin and eight yang formation here, which is a defensive formation to defend against foreign enemies. Although it cannot hurt people, it is as strong as a shield.

Wei Qing frowned, there were only two people living in Ziyun Palace.Besides Master, who is he guarding against?

Taking out the token he got from Wang Lu and inputting the command, Wei Qing quietly entered the barrier.

In the bedroom, Wei Qing did not find Mo Xuanfang.

That must be the Yourot Cave.

Wei Qing suppressed the pain in his heart, he knew that there was a shortcut in Ziyun Palace that could lead directly to Youfu Cave, so he decided to take it again.

Halfway through the journey, Wei Qing encountered a fork in the road, one went down to the secluded rotten cave, and the other went up the mountain to the peak of Kunxu Haomiao.

Wei Qing remembered taking this shortcut in the past, but there was no such fork in the road, presumably Mo Xuan Fang had a new use.

He hesitated for a moment, and chose the top of the mountain that he had not walked before.

The closer to the top of the mountain, the thicker the clouds and purple mist, and the shadows of swords and swords in the purple mist, like a powerful torrent between heaven and earth, Wei Qing felt the bursts of murderous aura, which was hard to resist even with his cultivation.

Wei Qing walked more and more difficultly, and gradually lost his way in the purple mist.

Wei Qing knew that he might have entered some unknown formation, so he forced himself to calm down, took off the invisibility cloak, and ordered little Ah Zi to mark along the way and fly out with him.

Little Ah Zi was able to advance and retreat freely at first, but it didn't take long before she started running around like a headless chicken. Fortunately, Wei Qing was still clear-headed, relying on Little Ah Zi's marks to make correct commands every time.

The road twists and turns upwards, and they finally set foot on the last step of the Haomiao Peak.

When the first white light came out from the rising sun on the top of the peak, Wei Qing saw seven or seven and forty-nine soul-calling coils flying in the air, with energy surging and connecting them into lines.

And on the lower level, all the nodes affected by the energy have placed a small flag, which is also waving in the void. If you look closely, it is the main flag of the Twelve Temples of the Nine Heavens, but there are three vacancies in the nodes. The flags of Nanfuxiao and Beidouxiao.

Such an imposing manner, to set up such a large formation with the entire Kunxu Mountain.

Even though the formation was not completed, Wei Qing was also in awe, and remained silent for a long time, not knowing where he was going, when suddenly white smoke wafted from the soul-calling banner.